#earlier I threatened you all with posting a bunch of thoughts and I'm here to follow through

[the-firebird69]

This is not my version I always seem to be talking about each other. It's more like bja and he looks very dangerous and he likes big ships and his nephew does it he used to like making the models quite a bit and if you do remember that and he does and they quite enjoys it and you remember him having a good time and he was doing it right and everything he said he did like pretty good amount of them I'm here snappy got involved screwed a couple up stop doing it I find it funny cuz he's a master engineer he just didn't have a patience for it and a lot of the parts didn't fit and they wanted tools to make them fit and it didn't happen but he's very much into the ships and the huge ships is what we need he's very much into them and Star blazers and that's coming up and against the pseudo empire we have a lot of them and they're not saying it right they're a bunch of space terrifying what's going on here you can't you can't get anything out right to your own people and he's trying to do the job and it comes out wrong and we're getting beat up because of it everybody has a slightly different perspective and it doesn't work like it's supposed to we're going to have to move on but I wanted to say that and yeah he is a character that is to be watched out for in this case we thought they were going to try for him but they're changing it and we are called Hessians no that was earlier now our viewpoint on this is different than what people think I'm trying to raise Germans and it looks hard but that's what we're doing and eventually fighting begins over there and the pseudo empire begins to counter attack but I believe it pushes more of them here. That leads into world war II and Germany is like under assault and becomes a juggernaut probably why the character comes out and Russia aligns with them temporarily then no and that would probably be Putin it makes sense and it says it's the way it was back then and it was so world war II is global domination again and we try to take over again and are beaten by the pseudo empire. It's kind of messy sometimes we're playing the Germans sometimes Americans and they do that too but that's who's fighting for control over the Senate the Congress and the country and a lot of movies happen but we're going to kind of I think breeze right through these wars even Vietnam which is odd

Dan

We think so too and they're only partial reenactments they don't blow the same stuff up or burn the same faces down and have goals. But here's how it goes there's not enough time in the day to explain all this no there is we need to tell you these guys have been cheating in history class and they're still not good at it but Hillary fought the war and for power back then it was over other stuff for real now it's over the nozzles and key spots the tunnels can access those locations this war is going to start soon world war 1 begins and Tom yep goes ballistic and Russia and we remove him from there completely was greatly weakened from it and he blames everybody else good and tries to threaten her son our son and we're moving along I noticed that world war II will come to a close without too much going on and it is about Japan but certain things happen in the Midwest that are not going to happen this time more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

These people are arguing if we should post or not and they're always doing it and lots of them say we should and their liars so we're going to go after them and they did good this morning and he's going to do good this afternoon and write them all down and prep them Debbie stamped and they're going to go out and he's going to track them and it's going to be good we have a way of doing it and it's going to listen now we have tons and tons of people who are listening but we're going to go ahead and help him this is our war and we know how to fight it we need people on board who know what they're doing stuff for sun's trying to do we need to do all over the place and right now

Nuada Arrianna

This is a very dangerous time we have a lot of people who are going to be looking for us we do need to get this out and light it up and it already starting these people are running around shouting with Glee that he took the bait and stuff and what we say is usually you sit there and do nothing but this time you're going to have to do something and we do mean it you won't be able to sit around if you do you start going and you're going to want him up regardless of your crappy attitude and ridiculous non system we do not comply the terrorism ever so we're going after you now we're moving on but you're pretty slow

Duke nukem Blockbuster

[spacedoutman]

【uɐʍs ɓuıuɹnoɯ ǝʌop ǝʇnW | Never too young to die】

(ʇɹɐԀ 4)

Description: The love of her life never stopped haunting her even after she vanished. When she returns as the psychopathic Velvet von Ragnar, Can top-secret agent Helena “Leni” Hé save her not only career but life when it all threatens to smother in the ashes of love?

♥ Oc x Velvet von Ragnar

Note: Velvet spoo ky moment gasping face emoji i mean I have this image of Velvet in the middle of laughing after she flushes the tap and iswtg she is so pretty I'm losing it but I was posting the next part of my fanfiction so yeah here you go.

(The portrait is Psyche being abandoned by Cupid by Jeane-Honore Fragonard!)

Warnings: None for this chapter

!Ao3

“Von Ragnar, von Ragnar, von Ragnar.” Groaned Leni, rubbing her temple. “It’s about time.”

Drew sat back, tossing one leg over the other. He looked off the balcony, over the wall and into the ocean of trees so far off they blurred. His eyes drifted down. Whoever groomed Leni’s yard deserved an award. “Are they actually sending more people after him now?” Leni rested her hand on her jaw, setting her elbow on the glass table.

Drew nodded slightly. “I mean, they sent us in.” He shrugged, brows slightly furrowed and staring like a hawk. Leni picked up her glass. Warmth hugged her hand. She gulped down coffee bitter enough to knock her out. She set it down, rubbing her stinging throat.

“That was stupid of me.”

He chuckled in an ‘I told you so’ kind of way. “I’ll admit.” Leni dusted her shoulders. “It’s hard to take a bunch of rag-tag folks like Ragnar’s ‘army’ seriously. Especially with how long and hard we’ve been working?”

“But the shit they’ve done is devastating.” His voice softened.

“That’s true.”

“An entire electrical plant was somehow hijacked with explosives.” a distant look grew in Drew’s eyes as he rubbed his temple. “The reaction wasn’t pretty.”

“When?”

“About a month ago. It put out an entire city and the suburbs around it.” Drew closed his eyes. “When I first heard, I was like.. ‘Well how the hell did someone have enough explosives to do that?’”

“It was an electrical plant.”

“I mean more of—how did they even do that?” He scoffed. “It’s insanity. Everything Ragnar does is straight out of loony toons.”

Leni chuckled, Drew halfheartedly joined her. “And we still haven’t sent more agents after her?” Leni rested her palm against her forehead. Her eyes widened slightly as an overly tight but small smile landed on her face.

“Well, I’m gonna bring up that point you made earlier.” He playfully replied, pointing loosely.

Her eyes darted to him. It felt as if she’d been pricked by a needle. “Unless you’ve forgotten already.” He chuckled. She thought back.

“I guess it slipped my mind.”

“Trust me, I get you.”

The two broke into laughs. “Hopefully we can just snipe the son of a bitch and get it over with.” Drew looked off to the side, Leni nodded, leaning forward a bit.

“You know what? That wouldn’t be half bad.” She sighed. “We’ve got enemies overseas. The nuclear threat? It feels like things are barreling into shit.”

She took a deep breath. The air was oddly muggy for winter. “So when will we be back in action?” She pieced her hands together and laid them on the table. He shook his head.

“I wish I could tell you.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I guess we just have to wait until the guys have her pinned.”

“We can count on Dennis.”

A little bit later.

“Here we go.” Dennis grinned widely, brushing a hand through and pulling his gelled brunette hair apart. He swept it back quicker than he breathed.

Leni looked at Drew, who stared so intensely at the map on the computer it would shatter. Quiet typing from other staff and gentle chatter scratched an itch in Leni’s brain, as well as the heavy scent of coffee. She laid a hand on Drew’s shoulder, furrowing her brows and leaning in close. “You cracked it, didn’t you?” Dennis clicked. Zooming right off the city and into a suburb.

“Another warehouse?” Drew murmured.

“Not quite.” Dennis assured. “We sent a couple guys out there last night to scope things out.”

“What did they find?” Leni interjected intently.

“Apparently, it’s a little family style restaurant.” Dennis said almost as if he didn’t believe what he was saying. “Von Ragnar has been hiding out there, allegedly.”

“We’re a joke.” Drew miserably groaned, rubbing his forehead and slumping. “How did we not..?”

Dennis kept a straight face as he zoomed in a little more. Leni gazed off. Her heart stopped dead. A familiar pair of warm brown eyes met hers from thin black frame. Leni quickly blinked. Penny’s image faded into a contemporary portrait of a woman sitting in front of a desk, crowded by newspapers and cards. One leg was crossed under the chair she sat on while the other laid on the chair by the desk.

The woman’s deep pink dress contrasted against the muted colors. Leni composed herself and turned back, fixing her sleeves quickly. Pop! An idea came to mind. “Why don’t we have a couple guys bug it.” Leni pressed her fingers against her chin.

“Genius.” Drew would’ve pumped his fist. “Dennis, can you have that done for us?”

“No problem.” He reassured. “I’ll have it finished as soon as possible.”

“Speaking of, is there anything new around R-”

“Hey.” A mousy voice hardly louder than a whisper peeped.

Leni and drew spun around to face the young Birdie. She’d come a long way from wild hair and ragged clothing. She was a plus size girl with fluffy brunette curls that settled neatly on her shoulders, blending into her suit. “Birdie.” Leni’s expression softened. “How is everything?”

“I wanted to ask you that.”

Leni’s brows shot up a little. “Well, we’ve got a new lead.”

“I’ll get her up to date.” Drew reassured. “Come on, let’s go grab a coffee.”

“Alright.” Birdie murmured. Dennis spiraled around in his chair.

“Drew—before you go,” He said in a breath. “Do you have any word from Carruthers?”

Birdie held back snickers. Drew shook his head and walked off. Birdie waved quickly, flashed an awkward grin and rushed after Drew. Leni waved and smiled. She turned back. “Just let me know when you tap it, alright?” She jammed a hand in her pocket, fiddling with a pen.

“I doubt we’ll get anything.” Drew groaned. “Von Ragnar could be anyone.”

Leni leaned closer to the computer. The map peered back at her. “I guess it’s a matter of who discusses what.” Leni shrugged before giving him a playful smack on the head. “There’s a lot of listening to be done.” Dennis chuckled.

“Sure, Leni, sure.”

Meanwhile.

“I doubt we’ll get anything.” Drew groaned. “Von Ragnar could be anyone.”

A wide grin crawled across her lips. Her silky curls brushed over the device as she lowered it from her ear. “Anyone?” She groaned, peering at it through half-shut eyes. “Oh you poor little bugs..” She jeered, leaning over the seat and laying the device in the man’s open palms. “Get it out of my sight.”

“Will do, mistress.” He said through a sly grin while he straightened his tie.

Velvet’s heart jumped hard enough to knock her against the car seat. She clutched the arm and took a long, deep breath in. The small pause shattered as she burst into cackles. The engine roared.

[clevervonskelli]

The Liberator (2020)

I have been excited about this project since the very first hints about it were released, so in full disclosure I have to admit that I approached this with high hopes. I also have to disclose that – despite being a huge military history nerd and a fan of reading source material before adaptions are made – I have not had a chance to read The Liberator: One World War II Soldier's 500-Day Odyssey from the Beaches of Sicily to the Gates of Dachau by Alex Kershaw, so I cannot speak to how accurate anything is, nor can I comment on the quality of the original material either. Here are my thoughts on the visual choices, the characterizations and narrative structure, and the approach to diversity and representation. 

The hybrid-animated style is something that I was a bit surprised by because even after watching the trailers that were released my poor grad-school-addled brain processed it as a marketing choice just for promo. Everything looked like a comic page done by an awesome colourist and it I was :O but also :D Since I love comics, especially those that use muted palettes and a realistic style, I think I adapted to watching something that didn’t look like every other war drama out there a lot faster than my parents, who were watching with me. Comics and war (and WWII in particular) have a fascinating and interconnected history, so although it is a unique way of styling the show it also fits it so well! At times I did find myself wanting to see the characters faces in a bit more detail but, in fact, closeups were better than farther shots. Facial ticks and micro expressions came through well in most scenes and I was impressed all over again with the work the animations teams must have done as well as by the voice work and performances by the actors. I’m so familiar with Bradley James’ face and movements that I was never worried about missing something in his performance because of the show’s visual aesthetics and I feel like all the other cast members were just as transparent to me despite having never had the pleasure of watching them before. Overall, the visual style of the series gave it a certain charm and I imagine it helped to mitigate effects costs on what I don’t THINK was a project with a big budget.

The story itself is one that I really enjoyed. The character Felix Sparks is such a central hero, and I can certainly see how he could come off as too good to be true. The same can be said for most of the characters, from Sergeant Sam Coldfoot’s tenacity and escape from death to the German soldiers who show mercy and do not shoot Sparks while collecting his dead and wounded men from the mountain. **[This in particular seemed odd to me since they were from an SS unit and those dudes were generally some of the nastiest Nazis to ever serve but maybe its from the book, idk. It also underlines the “ugh, officers, ammirite? Except you Sparks, you’re an okay guy” vibe that is so common for military dramas by showing that on both sides there are men who are just soldiers being soldiers. Similar to the events in Aschaffenburg and at Dachau, we are purposefully reminded that there are good and bad people on both sides].                                                                                                                      I think that the heroic portrayals of the characters (while a tiny bit one-dimensional) mostly speak to what the real men must have been like. Or, perhaps more relevantly, to how they have been remembered. This is where I think the source material and how it is used becomes a big factor. Kershaw’s book uses historical research and interviews with Sparks, some of his men, and even some German soldiers. As I said, I have not read it but knowing his style a lot of the elements in the show that feel quite ‘all hail the conquering heroes’, or that are so focussed on the brotherhood of the unit, likely come from his narrative choices. I’m willing to believe that the members of the Thunderbirds were brave and caring men who did what was best for the outcome of the war and for each other, regardless of the personal cost or the expectations of the American military/society at large. We see some of their ‘faults’ in the series – something that is often only possible when it comes to accounts of small-unit fighting – and they are not actually perfect; it just happens to be that those faults have favourable outcomes or are mediated in the particular context of WWII, especially when we are looking back on them decades later. If the character’s representation largely reflects how they have been remembered it seems simplistic to forsake stories expressing awe and hope for daring to do so when the limitations or biases inherent to memory are also at fault. I believe it will always be important to tell the stories of individuals who inspire us to be better, which I think The Liberator does in a few different ways. All the same, having more time to dig deeper into the characters would have made them much more dynamic and would have been amazing.

On that note, it is important to be critical of how the ethnic/racial differences were addressed. The focus of the series narrows quite a bit by the end of the first episode to follow Sparks. I believe that the Kershaw book uses him as a primary interviewee, so that plays into it, but this is also where having the series be longer would have made a difference. Following a central character is a model of historical narrative that works and has worked for quite some time. It is essentially a safe bet for a project like this that I’m sure did not have the luxury of taking chances, but it didn’t allow for us to really dive into the other characters beyond what see of them through Sparks’ eyes. As the 2ndLt and later Captain of the battalion I think it’s fair to have a significant portion of the story told from his perspective or with him as a focal point because his position affords him the most information to share, but adding more variation of voices could have been so good! Instances of other characters talking about him in the series are great moments that give the other characters more ‘screen-time’ and also nicely back up the claims of brotherhood and togetherness that the overall story is making about the men. Having them speak about themselves too would have been even more awesome. The elements of simplification or Nationalism that can be felt when Sparks whips the men into shape and they become a fine fighting unit made up of usually segregated Native American/Indigenous, Mexican American, and white cowboy soldiers would be mediated by this more equal sharing of perspective. I have little doubt that the real men came together in an unexpected but inspirational way that discarded (most) of the prejudices that existed outside of their little bubble in order to fight a common enemy – at the very least their strategic accomplishments and survival would suggest as much. The portrayal of their coming-together would benefit from being a tad less contrived or solely laid on Sparks’ shoulders.

Overall, I really enjoyed the series and I hope more people watch it. It’s not perfect by any means but it does do a nice job of making a small but important chunk of history more accessible and it attempts to provide a realistic representation of events that border the unimaginable.

I would love to hear what anyone else thought of it.

[real-globophobe]

Hiya! I'm writing a fanfic all of my very own at the moment, mostly focused around the concept of SpyDad and how much I love it :)) It's not out yet, but will be posted to AO3 once I'm happy, and I figured might as well do some advertising. So, here's the first lil section, just for a taster. Enjoy!

The Guilt of a Spy - By Real_Globophobe

What happens when a toughened, deadly Mercenary with a knack for backstabbing is haunted by the arrival of a blast from his past?

Chapter One – The Teufort Eight

The Mercenaries of Teufort receive some interruptive news.

When you’re a dangerous killer who gets nothing short of a thrill out of sliding a blade between an enemy’s shoulder blades, you rarely feel guilt. The satisfaction that came with decloaking right behind a distracted Engineer, or an unsuspecting Demoman, or a defenceless Medic... well, there was nothing like it. To know that a single stab was all it would take to bring the man down, it made him slightly giddy. But of course, he would never show it. He had a reputation to uphold, and he had seen one too many times when an accidental slip of the tongue, or an absent-minded facial expression, had led to merciless teasing.

If that ever happened to him, he would have to kill all his teammates and then himself.

Spy loved his job. He may have acted cold and meticulous when it came to his colleagues, but really, he often found himself grinning like an idiot to himself late at night, remembering earlier that day when Soldier had accidentally launched himself off a cliff, or when Pyro set the BLU base on fire before the match had even started (they insisted it was by accident - or at least as much as one can insist when all you can say is “mmmph, phmm, mmmh” - but Spy was certain he had seen them skirting around the edge of the group looking exceptionally shifty), or when Sniper shot his own shadow for the hundredth time.

Yes, Spy’s fellow Mercenaries were the most arrogant, hard-headed, stubborn bunch that you could have the displeasure of meeting, but really – although he would take it to the grave – he loved them all more than nearly anything.

Soldier, Pyro, Demo, Heavy, Engie, Medic, Sniper and Spy. The Teufort Eight. As close as close can be. (As long as you forget the time when Heavy thought someone had touched his beloved Sasha and threatened them all at gunpoint to fess up. Spy still had bruises from that day.) It had been that way for five years, when the group welcomed – with varying levels of enthusiasm – the newly qualified Sniper to the team. Mundy quickly proved himself a worthy ally, picking off a respectable sixteen BLUs in a single round. After that, the RED team truly accepted the Australian as one of their own, and the group was completed. Perfect.

For Spy, life had never been better.

***

“Hello Mercs!” boomed Saxton Hale, standing on at least three medkits to make himself seen. Spy smirked to himself, leaning on the shadowy wall behind him and stealing a swift glance at Engineer and Heavy. The height difference between the two had always amused him, and it became even more obvious in times like this; Heavy was looking at Saxton almost straight ahead, while Engie was noticeably having to crane his neck upwards. It’s the little things in life, thought Spy, fighting to keep from looking amused and turning his attention back to the broad-shouldered Australian.

Hale was one of the most physically interesting people that Spy had ever seen. The man had calves the size of the Merc’s head, biceps that may have been basketballs, a pretty impressive moustache, and (most notably for everyone that met him) chest hair that took the form of Saxton’s homeland.

Spy recalled first joining the team eleven years ago. As was customary, before he was sent out onto the field, he met Hale himself, and for the entirety of the meeting the Frenchman was flitting his eyes between his supplier’s face and his chest.

Spy liked to think that he had gotten over this fascination. He hadn’t. The truth was that the Australia still caught his attention even now. He grimaced, trying fervently to snap himself out of it and hear what the speaker had to say.

“As you know,” yelled Saxton, smiling confidently. “It has been a good few years since we have had an addition to this group. Of course, we at Mann. Co are delighted with the unique uses of the weapons supplied to you over the years – whether it’s been twenty or just five.” Spy noticed Saxton glance at Sniper, grinning warming. Sniper crossed his arms and held Hale’s gaze, not returning the smile but frowning slightly. Waiting for him to get to the point.

Spy bit his lip. Don’t smile.

Saxton looked away, not outwardly miffed.

“But, if I’m gonna be honest with you... it’s gettin' a bit boring.”

Various sounds of indignation and disbelief rang out. Spy even heard one or two guns being taken from their holsters. Saxton must have realised it too, because for the first time that Spy could remember, a flash of what looked like fear flashed across Hale’s face. But he didn’t care. In fact, it was somewhat gratifying to see.

Boring? Boring?! Sixteen people fighting, dying, reviving, fighting, dying, reviving, every single day for years on end... was boring? Spy was in two minds to pull out his own revolver.

“W- Wait! All of you! Just... hear me out!” called Saxton, visibly wobbling on the stack of medkits. A sudden intrusive thought told Spy to cloak up and push him off, and he very nearly laughed. The idea of such a large, muscular man toppling over onto the ground like some overgrown toddler certainly was enticing, but the last thing Spy wanted was for his job to be on the line - no matter how ‘boring’ it was. Hale would probably just brush it off but, in Spy’s opinion, it just wasn’t worth it.

The nose of Soldier’s rocket launcher suddenly came into view, poking above the heads of the people between him and Spy. And pointed right at Saxton’s moustache.

Before Spy had a chance to even consider an appropriate reaction to this newest turn of events, a completely different voice make itself heard over the general chaos of the Mercs.

“Listen up fellas! Let’s give him a chance to explain himself.” Engineer stepped forward, arms folded. He often managed to impress Spy in the way that he could convey both friendliness and hostility simultaneously, and as he approached their weapons supplier, the masked Mercenary smiled to himself, making sure not to drop his cigarette.

Engie stepped up to the base of the medkit pile and turned to face his co-workers, a determined expression on his face. “I say that we hear Saxton out. And if he don’t have a good excuse for calling our job boring...” Engineer smiled a lop-sided smile at Soldier and reached out to grasp his friend’s shoulder. “Well, then I say you got a good chance to practice with that rocket launcher a’ yours.”

I'll be updating when it goes on the air! Have fun :)

[miraculousamara]

I got a story idea earlier today, I posted two chapters on my wattpad today. Basically it's a story idea where Chloe has a twin sister. But the twin is actually nicer than Chloe and only does what Chloe tells her because she makes her. This is Stoneheart Orgins Part 2.Because of text limit I'll add two parts. If anyone has any questions about missing plot points you can just comment or I might post the first chapter. Also Chloe and Cameron aren't identical twins, they have the same hair color, but they have different eye color, they are fraternal twins even though they are the same gender. (If I got any facts about twins wrong please tell me.my mother is an identical twin so I don't really know much about fraternal twins as I've only met one set)

Cameron's POV:

On the TV:

Nadja: (standing to the side of a picture of one of Stoneheart's minions, tablet in hand) The stone beings are scattered all over Paris, and for the time being, they are showing no signs of movement. (a variety of pictures is shown) Police have cordoned off the area.

Father: (on television alongside officer Roger) We won't stop until we find a way to get these people back to their normal selves, but for now, we're not making much headway.

(The camera flips backs to Nadja standing next to a photo of Ladybug and Cat Noir.)

Nadja: Paris is relying on our new guardian angels, Ladybug and Cat Noir, to save us all. Our lives depend on them.

I'm going to go to bed for the night.. I just hope tomorrow will be better.

Ladybug and Cat Noir.. I believe in you. I trust you. I know you can save us.

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Morning

I better get dressed before Chloe complains..

"Cameron! I set out your clothes!" I hear Chloe call out.

"Oh yay. What would I do without you?" I say sarcastically

"You would do nothing without me, because I always outshine you." Chloe says

"I'm just gonna get dressed." I groan

I rush downstairs to the hall and am the first to see father.

"Hey dad." I say

"Cameron. Are you okay? You're not scared about everything going on right?" He asks

"No father, I trust you, Ladybug and Cat Noir. I know they will save us." I say

"Thank you sweetie, I'll do everything in my power to keep you and your sister safe." He says

"I know you will." I say giving him a hug.

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A few minutes later..

Chloe comes downstairs.

"Hey is Jean whatever his name is ready with the car?" Chloe asks

"Yes, and remember to be safe dear." Dad says

"Yeah whatever. Come on Cameron!" Chloe says

I follow after Chloe and get in the limo.

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In the limo

"And you better remember what we talked about last night." Chloe says

"Of course Chloe." I say

I forgot to write in my diary about the whole Stoneheart thing last night, but I guess I can do it later today. When Chloe isn't bothering me.

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"Okay we're here." Chloe says

We exit the limo, greet Sabrina and enter the school.

"Woah look, it's Ivan." I say to Chloe.

"Let's go and see what the crowd around him wants." Chloe says with a suspicious looking smirk.

Oh no.. she's up to no good. She never is.

Especially when that look overtakes her facial expression.But I can't do anything no matter what she does... She warned me what will happen if I mess up again today. I just hope that she decides to be not so harsh for once, but the likelihood of that happening is slim to none unfortunately.

We walk over to the group.

"So you don't remember anything that happened? Alix asks Ivan.

"You were going ballistic! It was so cool!" Says Juleka.

"You were gonna crush me or something!" Says Kim

"I'm so sorry,  I wasn't myself." Ivan says

"I'm sure Ivan didn't mean to-" I start

Chloe Elbows me.

"What did we just talk about Cameron?" Chloe asks

"Oh right sorry. " I say sadly

"Once a monster, always a monster!" Chloe says

Ivan growls and storms off.

"Oh and don't let the door hit you on the way out!" Chloe says laughing

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Third Person POV:

(I TOOK THIS FROM THE TRANSCRIPT AGAIN)

Scene: Hawk Moth's lair.

Hawk Moth: Yes… feel the burn of those words. Lose your temper, Ivan! Your akuma awaits you. (taps on the cane that is holding the akuma)

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Cameron's POV:

"How could you say such horrible things to Ivan? You're the real Stoneheart!" Alya yells at Chloe

"Yeah, I'm the one who broke Sabrina's dad's arm.Back me up Cameron." Chloe says

"Just because you got that dumb footage of those superheroes doesn't mean you should get all high and mighty." I say

Chloe laughs and blows a bubble in Alya's face.

I do feel bad for what I said, but if Chloe ever catches me apologizing, it will be the end of me.

"Ugh! You little brats!" Alya starts

"Look everyone! She's angry! She's gonna split her underwear and turn into a huge muscly monster!" Chloe says

Alya growls and storms off.

Suddenly I see Adrien appear and wave to us.

"Hey Chloe, hey Cameron!" Adrien says

"Hi Adrien." I say

"Adrikins! You came!" Chloe says running over to him to hug him

I see a bunch of people who recognize him start to gush over him.

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"Isn't it amazing that you, me and my twin sister are all in the same class?!" Says Chloe

"Yeah, it is, I already have two people I know." Adrien says with a smile.

"Wow you look a lot like your mother." I say in awe.

"What?" He asks

"She said nothing." Chloe says while glaring at me.

"Cameron?" He asks

"Yeah, Chloe's right. I said nothing." I say

"One more slip up Cameron." She threatens

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I say

"Yeah, it better not." She says

I could've sworn Adrien passed a shocked look at Chloe, but that could be me just hoping someone heard her for once.

As we enter the classroom and Adrien finishes giving random people his autograph, Chloe rushes in front of us.

"Look Adrikins! I saved you a seat right in front of me!" Chloe says

"Thanks Chloe." Adrien says sitting next to Nino.

I sit in my seat behind Sabrina.

"Hi." Adrien says looking at Nino

"So you're friends with Chloe and Cameron?" Nino asks suspiciously

I feel bad for him anyway..

Suddenly I hear Adrien making an issue of something, I turn around and see Chloe and Sabrina putting gum on Marinette's seat.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Adrien asks

"The brats who sat here yesterday need some attitude adjustment, so I'm gonna teach it to them." Chloe says

Adrien gets up.

"I really don't think that's necessary." Adrien says

"Adrikins, no offense but you have a whole lot to learn about school culture." She says

"Didn't you already insult Alya in the hall?" I ask outloud on accident.

"Cameron what was that?" Chloe asks threateningly

"Nothing important." I say

"That's what I thought." She says

I look at the top of my desk sadly.

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Suddenly I hear the familiar voice of Marinette shout.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I hear her say.

I look up and see Adrien picking at the gum on Marinette's seat.

Oh poor Adrien..

"Um-" he says

Chloe and Sabrina laugh.

Chloe glares at me for not laughing, so I just go along with it.

"Haha so funny you four." Marinette says

"Wait, I was just trying to get it off!" Adrien says

"Sure you were." Marinette says

Chloe and Sabrina keep laughing.

"Ugh, you're friends with the terrible two huh?" She asks

Honestly I don't blame her for that comment, but it still hurts everytime someone compares me to Chloe.

"Why do people keep saying that?" I hear Adrien quietly and sadly ask.

Marinette covers her seat with a tissue, and the two sit down

"See what I mean about respect?" Chloe asks

Adrien sadly sighs.

"Hey where's Ivan?" I ask

"How should I know where that brute is?" Chloe asks

"Why didn't you tell them that it was 'The Terrible Two's' idea?" I hear Nino ask

"I've known Chloe and Cameron since I was little... and while they may not be perfect, I can't throw them under the bus, they're my only friends. And I'm starting to think Cameron might not really have much to do with Chloe's plans.." I hear Adrien say.

He's the first person who has ever said anything nice like that about me..

"The terrible two are a package deal my man.. but I'm Nino, and it's about time you made some new friends." I hear him say

He deserves good friends. I wish I was allowed to have friends...

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Third Person POV:

(FROM THE TRANSCRIPT)

Scene: Hawk Moth's lair.

Hawk Moth: Yes. This is what I've been waiting for. You know the way, evil akuma. Track down your prey! Fly away and evilize him!

(The akuma held in Hawk Moth's cane exits it and flies out the window.)

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Scene: The locker room. Ivan is upset. The akuma flies in and infects Ivan's wadded-up song lyrics.

Hawk Moth: (from his lair) This is your second chance, Stoneheart, and this time you have extra help. No one will stop you from capturing the love of your life. Just remember, I'll need something in return.

(Ivan is akumatized into Stoneheart again. He opens his eyes and all the other stone beings across Paris start waking up.)

I'll link the rest of this chapter when I post the rest of it.

[jesusatmysix]

(where all the bullshit started. Sky Harbor restroom)

Part I

I should make a video to bring you Johnny Come Lately's who like to join in shit based upon skin colour, and pure fucking ignorance.

Back when I first became homeless. I was sleeping over near the airport. So, in the morning I would go there as dude many homeless females. To use the latrine. Only, I would have to sit there mist times and wait sometimes thirty to forty minutes or more.

So, when all the rest of the homeless women would leave. I'd be just getting the handicapped stall. Well, first the black male janitorial workers started harassing me. Then this stupid ass white boy decided he was going to smear feces on the hc stall toilet seat and blame me for it. I wasn't having it! So, that started a whole bunch of bullshit. Security, airport police, office staff...... Whole goddamn staff over there was in my ass. I never washed in there or any of that. Women would go in there and get butt naked and wash. Do their laundry, etc. Thing was! They were all black! And I never spoke to anyone, so I was the little old white lady.

Well, they had this psychotic ass female security guard. Bitch walked around talking to herself all the time. One day, she confronted me and tried to hit on me. Bet! I do look a little rough around the edges. So, I informed her that I wasn't about that or her. She decided that was going to be the white people's hero and get rid of me. So, she started stalking me. On her job and on the streets. Well, one evening I was seated on the toilet. This bitch climbs up on the toilet seat in the next stall and looks over at me, "were gonna get rid of you." Oh, let me back track. There was a prior incident where she confronted me and threatened to kicked my ass stating, "I'm an ex correctional officer." So, I chased her bitch ass outta the restroom.

Anyway, the evening she looked over the stall wall. I called for airport police. Bastards refused to do their jobs. Here's the thing! I had audio recording of her threats which I posted on social media. When I was talking to police, I was recording that conversation and had called my family to listen in as well. Posted all that on social media. Here's the long arm of the corrupt Blue Line. Shit got worse, because now I had the whole goddamn airport employees in my ass. Fucking police from Phoenix to Mesa in my ass.

So, filed a Civil Complaint against the contract agency and Sky Harbor. Sky Harbors attorney came out to where I sleep at and tried to intimidate me. Police would come out and sit with their headlights on me. So, I stayed there for two years. They contractors changed their name to overt law legal action, but I have family who worked there who found that out. Which didn't matter, because the judicial system here is fucked up corrupt. And court clerks who's job was to stamp and file my documents impeded them.

So, after that dick up the ass. The light rail police pet security started attacking. (Which I have to say are being extremely cordial, which is why I know they're waiting to attack)

*I'm at the library right now, and it's about to close so I have to pick this up later.

So I'm at my sleep spot. The self righteous reprobate criminals revved the hell outta me earlier. I went to buy something to snack on. When I came out, their retarded asses cut a fool. But! That's what reprobates do. And very well I might add.

So where was I? Actually Mesa police chimed in first. I used to rent rooms in Mesa every two weeks! So, they would start following me from the train. All you nder the guise of duty of course. So, when I'd go back the that motel, they'd give me a shitty room. So, I stopped renting. I'll be damned if I'm going to pay a racist bitch to mistreat me. So, fuck'em.

So, now light rail security who job knobbed with Mesa cops started fucking with me. This racist old lady and her black break the colour barrier partner who thought she was a Billy Bad Ass. There's videos of she and the other two. This younger black cunt who thought she was a Billy Bad Ass. She claimed to be an ex correctional guard. I don't know what the fuck they teach these bitches, but their sorry asses need to go sit down somewhere. I quit my job because of some of the people I had to work with. Massive big heads and egos! Anyway, this young one had this white boy she lead around like a puppy.

But, back to Mesa. Most my incidents occurred in Mesa, because of the "you're out eyes and ears" bullshit click. So, this dumb black bitch and your punch ass partner decided to make up their own laws one night, and tell me where is "needed" to sit. So, they ended up calling the police. Oh, you're trespassed for thirty days. LOL! Look up "trespass" under the law. Anyway, I left the train and went where I had to go. Got back on the train. Ran into the same two assholes at Mill station. Except now there were four of them. This big stupid young s.o.b. named Andrea? And his partner. This bastard told me, I'll called my grandmom to come flip your old cripple ass over in that chair. Any motherfucking nice I ever had in me , left the planet. They called Tempe police. The male cop was cool. He ask his female partner, "you wanna search her." The bitch had just walked up, didn't even in now what was what. Her response: "I'd like to put my feet up her ass." Did I say Nice left the planet!? Ok addressed her thusly, "you're judging a book by it's cover, you'd better read some of the pages before your feet leave the ground." I had this entire encounter on video posted on YouTube. Someone took it down right after I took Allied Universal Security and Valley Metro to court.

Did I mention that the judicial system here is corrupt as fuck. I would have won that case had the judge and court clerks not told a blatant lie and stated they hadn't received documents from me that were sent registered and they signed for. The cards were posted on social media. So l started looking into these security companies. Most are owned or run by washed up cops trying to relive their good years thru whomever they can fine to fill the uniform.

So, now the word is out that I went after Valley Metro and light rail security. The train operators chimed in. They have this thing they do, slamming on their brakes to try and tip me over. One actually did. You think she gave a flying fuck. Yeah, it was a she.... and she off the train she was operating one day to come into the restroom at TTC aka Veterans Way, just to try to intimidate me because I'm called her out on social media. Yup, train security told her I was in there. Smile in your face House N......s!

So, security started hanging out at Veterans Way and hob knobing with Tempe police. So, Tempe chime in! So, I have Mesa Tempe and Phoenix police up my ass. Intimidation, harassment, the whole nine yards. So, they decide they're going to bully me, and make me move from this spot. So, if course security people have to all stick toget1her. The motherfucking security around here started in on me. There's a video on my YouTube channel where they set up this scenario of this bastard beating on my enclosure. Then calling the police. An "a" for effort. So, I'm dealing with police and security. Here comes all the male homeless in from the train fucking with me at night. Trying to get a free ride. Then their favourite thing to do was put the screaming crazy homeless off the train in the middle of nowhere. There's no other form of transportation, so even on the hottest days of the summer. This is they're favorite dumping spot. And they sit out here and scream all night.

Oh last evening though, for some odd ass reason..... they called the Crisis Unit for someone at this station. Im detecting a little CYA. See, the streets talk. Niggas won't say shit to me. (These folks here, if George Floyd had been murdered here. He'd be just another dead nigger. I believe that with all my heart and soul.) But they say deliberate things around me. I see movement that corresponds with what I hear. They plan on trying to cage me for lack of control. So, it would behove them to make past encounters seem more like unproven accusations. Squeaky clean in appearance.

So, it's late, and they're probably quiet awaiting this. Plus I'm tired! I'll finish it tomorrow. Why they're so eager to throw my ass back into a cage.

[justtryingyaknow]

Hey it's me the anon from earlier... I'm glad to hear you got a round 2 and are feeling a bit better! My au idea was basically that the Reds and the Blues are rival newspapers and that they are battling it out to become the main newspaper locally. You could add in some other factions if you wanted to of course. Idk I just like the concept and I think you have really creative ideas so I wanted to send in the request. Thank you for your time :)

Hello anon! Here is a very casual, slightly longer than expected response to this! I did take some creative liberty because, as recorded, I am a plot whore and I love you’re AU idea but couldn’t find a way to condense! So still rivals, but over more casual setting! Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy!

Grif’s fingers hover over the keyboard. He’s acutely aware that Simmons is leaning over his shoulder watching his screen, assessing his every word. The sweat on his face forces him to push his glasses up.

“Just type a damn word, Grif!” Simmons breaks, causing Grif to smash the keys ending with a jumble of letters on the otherwise blank document.

“I can’t type when you’re watching me like this! It’s too much goddamned pressure.” Grif pushes back and storms to the box of donuts he brought in this morning.

“You can’t eat right now! You’re going to get the keyboard all sticky with jelly!”

“It’s my keyboard, I can cover it in as much stickiness as I want.”

“What was that?” Donut removes an ear bud perking up.

“Fuck off, Donut!” Grif growls around a mouth of boston creme.

“Yeah, fuck off Donut!” Simmons echoes.

“Fine, at least my segment is written.” Donut pops the ear bud back in. Simmons can’t argue with him about that.

“Just write the fucking segment, Grif. Literally anything. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“If Grif’s writing it, it’ll never be perfect.” The team has really done it now. Simmons stands up straight watching Sarge raise from his chair where he’s been sitting quietly (for once). “So, if you want to be the reason we don’t make it to print this week, and there by making us lose to the damn blues, well, be my guest!” His spit flies out, coating Grif/

“Why don’t you just write it, if you’re so freakin’ perfect?” Grif reluctantly tosses the donut, now covered in Sarge’s spittle.

Sarge looks at the computer, as though considering it as a possibility. “Oh? And then I could make ya dinner, and wash your clothes while I’m at it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grif makes his way back to the chair.

“Then I could tuck you and your little sister into bed, give you kissies on the forehead?! Huh, soldier?” And there was the spit again.

“I already sat down, just let me type!” Grif swiveled the chair and immediately started cranking out a feature on a new dog park.

“Simmons! Report!” Sarge stands, power posing in the middle of the workroom. He delights in watching his worker bees buzz around; Donut getting ahead on an entertainment piece, Lopez checking the weather and business information, and Simmons red in the face checking the layout for the hundredth time that day.

“Everything is in; we just need 500 words from a certain lazy fatass who put off the article assigned to him two weeks ago.”

“200.”

“You did not write 300 words in just that time.” Simmons sputtered and rushed back to Grif’s computer. “Oh my god.”

“I’m a fucking prodigy, Simmons. Bask in my glory.”

“You did nothing all day!”

“Don’t fight the muse, man… Oh, and grab me a coke.”

“Fuck you. And even if he finishes right now, can we get it to print in time?” At the close of his question, Donut is strapping on rollerblades.

“I can do this, years of rolling around with a bunch of guys is paying off!”

“[Please, just say you were on a men’s roller skating team.]” Lopez doesn’t look up from his computer, only sighing to express his continued discomfort with the rest of the team’s shenanigans.

Across town, the rival newspaper team’s boss pores through the final copy.

“Did you… make this figure up? The average person owns 4 and a half dogs in Blood Gulch? That cannot be possible.” Church sips his coffee while staring at the statistic.

“I did the math, asshole. Caboose counted the dogs in BG and I divided it by the population.” Tucker sips his drink, which is definitely not coffee.

“Do you know anything about outliers? Caboose has like 10 dogs dude. Do you know how much he’s going to skew this shit?”

“So what, do you want me to take it out?” Tucker crosses his arms.

“Eh… You think someone’s going to call us on some bad numbers?”

“My numbers aren’t bad! My numbers are good. I have the best numbers, like 6!” Caboose sips his orange juice out of a mug, trying to fit in with everyone else.

“Yeah, we know. Thanks, buddy. The movie review is good this week, by the way.” Church turns to face him. Tucker would call him out on the kindness, but he knows that Church (despite being an unending asshole) has a somewhat soft spot for Caboose. Caboose beams.

“Ok, so we sending it to print or what?” Tucker is still standing by. “You know the reds probably are running to the shop right now.”

“When did you care about the stupid rivalry?”

“I don’t. I just like the way they all get pissed off, man. It’s fucking comedy gold. Simmons gets all red and starts yelling at Grif, you know he’s all ‘GrIF” Tucker fakes a voice crack, “ This is your fault!’ And Sarge’s face gets all scrunched up and he starts threatening us.”

“You know, it is a pretty good time. Alright, 4 and a half dogs it is. Caboose, take this to the printing press!”

Tucker and Church watch Caboose take off. Neither are in a hurry, but they do want to be there to watch the Red Post’s team explode (like they always do). Church locks up the office front when a pink figure speeds past them.

“Oh shit! Donut got skates?” Tucker watches him speed up to catch Caboose. Neck and neck, they speed toward the printing shop with a paper copy in hand.

“Why don’t we just email it, I fucking hate walking down this stupid street every damn week.” Grif’s voice comes through the office door across the way. Sarge spots the Daily Blue’s Letter team and whips his head toward the race.

“Hoo boy, get ‘im Donut!” Sarge takes off running, and something snaps in Church as he starts speedwalking to keep pace.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Tucker waits for the reds to cross the street and join him. “You idiots actually have a paper this week?”

“Did you idiots even fact check your’s?” Simmons quips back. Tucker looks at the ground, the thought of half a dog running in his mind.

“I’m just saying; it does take a team of 3 to do what you guys do in a team of 5, and we’re always on time. Because Blue’s Letter’s got it baby.”

“What possible joy do you get out of this?” Grif says from the back of the group. “It’s just a fucking job.”

“Who do you think actually made it to press first today?” Simmons pushes his glasses up to try and get a better look, but the fore group has disappeared inside the building. Before anyone can wager a bet, Sarge emerges, triumphant.

“Glory glory to the Red Post! We got in first, cheers to Donut, the wheeled wonder!” Sarge hollers while pulling Donut out the door.

“It was a good run, Caboose!” Donut comforts. “I haven’t had that much fun edging out a guy since last week!”

The staff reunites, Grif and Simmons shoving Tucker lightheartedly while Lopez stays beyond the fray.

“Yeah, yeah, but now you’re just a bunch of assholes standing on the sidewalk screaming, so who’s the real winner.” Church pushes past everyone.

“Ugh, fucking Reds, cockbite!” Grif shouts.

“Drinks on Blues! To the bar!” Sarge starts the chant.

“To the bar!” The rest of the reds respond. The group makes their way to the only bar in town, forcing everyone to suffer through Sarge’s 10 verses of his Red Post Salute song.