#fuck it. his name is kroger now

[sternenhimmel-mond]

I keep wanting to call him Kroger. Someone Photoshop (or whatever fuck the corporations) the Kroger logo onto Krogen's face for me. Please. I don't have access to proper photo editing software.

[captain-n-crunchies]

Brat...

Any character x Black/ Spoiled reader

(Reader grown up sucking on a sliver spoon yall! and this diver is by F2u or something simliar I didnt see a user but its not mine please tell nn me who it is bc i found it on smb fic)

Imagine you're a rich bitch with a rich ass man on you. I mean you grew up always having a hefty amount of cash, daddy and mommy jobs paid them thousand every year, so you've always had the nicest things! Look at Reader/ Last Name! new shoes, pretty hair with the cutest curls, and that bawdy always gave home fed.

Now going to school you wasn't mean just a little ditzy, your mommy and daddy didn't want you to know a single thing about the bad world besides, you're not going into to politics so who care right? WRONG!

You're a good girl, and good girls need to know about the bad guys and girls who can tamper with that golden heart of yours or that golden egg in your pretty purse.

But he wouldn't because why? Rich girl with no idea of the world and it's trouble? He wouldn't think to slip a hand on that plump ass and say it because people are looking at you nor would he hug you and put his face in your neck to shield you from his friends?

" BUT! - BUT BABY WHYYYY!??"

You whined loudly in your boyfriend's chest, his body blocking the front door and looking down your frame; strong muscles folded over his arm and his brow furrowed just a bit.

" Doll face, now you know you not tellin me everything hm?

I roll my eyes and stomp my feet looking away from his sharp gaze, ya see we trying to go to this party right, and big dude won't let us go without looking over whose there, where, when who and why all the five damn w's we learned in English class.

" I told you! Lisa, Tanya, and Simone are going and it's Toni;s party baby!"

" I know that doll but where Toni's house?"

Dammit, I failed to mention Tanya is Toni friend and not mines, so that girl house is forgin to my mind but I put up a front and just tell him a random address; to which he looks up her gosh dammit house! I mean he dont truat me or somwthing?

" Hm..You said 4561 Danbury Ave?

" Yes baby now can you move??"

" Your a bad liar, this is the address to a Kroger"

I thought it was Walmart; I just look up shocked and he just chuckles shaking his head. He put his hand on my cheek, and I lean into it subconsciously and he rubs my check. I looked into his eyes, and he just has a disappointment I looked down and he just sighs.

" All I want is for you to be safe baby...but I see you just wanna be a brat huh?"

His tone is now dark and cold, I look up at him but, his hand moves my head back down. I stutter out apologizes but he covers my mouth and shushes me.

" You know, you've never told me about Toni"

" She's Tanya's friend! And I thought I could get to know her."

" So where the address? Did she invite you?"

" Well, no but-"

" Then you don't know anything huh stupid girl? You think she's all nice and giggles huh? Because of a dumb conversation you had over shoes she's the worlds' brightest star?"

" No! But if I got to know her"

" Dammit girl! She could be a fucking axe murder and YOU would've been next because you want to ' make friends. "

He never yelled at me before, I jump at his tone and his grip tight a smidge, he lifts my face up and he has now a sad look on his face. I start to feel bad putting my hand on his cheek apologizing solemnly but, he shakes his head putting my head away from his face.

" Your too naive.... I think I've been too soft on you doll" He pauses.

"Upstairs...On the bed, take that tiny ass top off baby and get pick three toys baby. And make on the spread bar."

When he said the bar, my head shot up and I shook my head backing to the couch.

" No- no baby! I think we can talk it out ya'know? you don't have to use that righttt? It was a silly mistake and-"

" ENOUGH!"

He voices booms and I jump again and look up at him, his face furious and stature tense. He walks up to me and hold my chin up roughly and whispers.

" Your already in deep shit doll face, I suggest you get up there and look realll pretty for me yea? Because after this...ion think you'd wanna lie to my face again, right?"

I just nod and quickly jogged up the stairs in my heels, I take off the tiny ass top that I had and peeled off the thong, heels, and wiped my make except for the eyeliner off. I grabbed the bar, a bullet vib, and his favorite and I lay on the bed face down ass up when the door open, OMG IM GOING TO DIEEE!

" Turn around reader."

"Yes sir..."

I turn around and sat on his lap hoe he likes and he holds my face gently.

" I'm sorry for yelling baby, but you know how I feel about lying and lied about a bad thing baby."

" I know! But! I never get to go somewhere without, and I wanted to see the girls and stuff, so when I didn't have the address I panicked, I'm sorry sir."

He twirls a curl from my head and kisses my cheek, he tells me it's alright but I'm still getting. my punishment.

" I'm going to let you pick which toy first baby but first, spread'em"

*Cue the big and freaky scene*

After 55 rounds and tears later, he runs me a bath and carries me to the tub gently laying me down. Tired and sleepy I let him clean my body and put on fresh clothes on me. He lays me besides him and as I fall into slumber I whisper 'goodnight.'

" Goodnight...Brat"

A.N: (I FINISHED AND PHEW IM DONE! yall this my could've been for alot of my mans but, yall this one is like for my girls who think Gojo and damn Armin aint no strong, dom, daddy baby that big NANAMI AND ERWIN! no hate tho I love Gojo and Armin but...he just dont give big daddy he gives like frat or sum. But, tell me if yall like it!!)

[rinwellisathing]

Paint the Lines, Cut the Flesh: Part 18

Back at camp, Kroger frowned as he watched the strange tiefling woman from Moonrise setting up a tent of her own among theirs. He knew they had promised she could join them here and that her companion could rest and recover, but she was unsettling. An aura of pure cold emanated constantly from her and between her silent movements and imposing height, she was rather terrifying. She gently helped the limping drow woman onto a bedroll and then looked to Kroger with those haunting violet eyes, motioning him over. Kroger frowned and inhaled deeply but approached anyway. He was bound by oath to help the sick and injured, that included this drow, regardless of what she had done previously. Kroger began to tend to the rather severe injuries. They had been bandaged and treated with salves and potions already, probably the best this woman could do, but from the look of them, infection would set in without proper antiseptics and a cleric's hand. He had a long road ahead of him, it seemed. The drow grimaced weakly, her red eyes bleary but aware. “I know your party has little reason to help us.” She managed to say. “But nonetheless, I am....grateful.” She practically spat the word, nose wrinkled distastefully. “For your help...As promised, Lady Grimmaldi and I have information about Orin The Red...and about her cultists...”

Kroger frowned. “Speaking is taxing you, ma'am, for now you need rest.” He did not look up from applying the cleansing salves and ointments. “I cannot forgive or condone what you did in the name of The Absolute, but no one should suffer like this.”

“I offer one small gift of information then, before we speak formally...” The tiefling spoke up from where she stood against the tent post, arms folded across her chest. “Do you know who it is you travel with? The young paladin of my kind?” --- Jackal muttered to himself under his breath as he made his way through the tunnels beneath that blighted do-gooder temple. Of course Orin's idiot dopplegangers hadn't returned from the cleanup job and it was left to him to fix things. Then there was that fucking idiot Dolor, who had to kill so sloppily to begin with. One thing the drow had to admit, as much as Sentry's name left a bad taste in his mouth and the thought of him filled the ranger with rage, he had never required more cleanup than just whatever it was Fel did. It didn't take long to realize what happened. Hells, Jackal was a damned fine tracker and naturalist, he knew those imbeciles were dead before he ever saw their bodies. Once he came upon the scene, he knelt over each one in turn, examining the injuries. One was badly burnt with a scent of sulfur to it, so possibly a devil, but more likely a warlock. He wrinkled his nose at the scent, moving on to the next one. Throat ripped out, defensive wounds from claws at the arms, mauled and by something far larger than a dog, but distinctly canine from the bite patterns, so almost certainly a wolf. Finally, a clean decapitation, the work of a lovingly sharpened blade and the trajectory and where the head had landed in relation to the body told him likely a halberd rather than a simple hand axe...Well, speaking of precious little princeling Ojeda...

Orin would certainly want to know about this, but for now, the drow set about cleaning up the crime scene, couldn't have The Flaming Fist crawling all over like maggots born from the festering rot of a bloated summer corpse, after all. Although, he suspected given Sentry and his party's presence, it may already be too late to prevent that. A shame. Especially in the interest of initiating one so undeserving as Dolor, the simpleton. ---

Leaving the temple was a blur. The party rejoined with Jaina and Astarion, but Sentry barely registered the information Jaina had learned from Brilgor's corpse. He turned the knife over again and again in his hand, his mind swimming with images of the blade ending the life of one of the few parental figures who had treated him kindly interspersed with images of passion and lust with the man who had given Sentry the knife. Both thoughts only spurring him on with the idea that whoever stole the knife and also Lorgan's life needed to be punished.

“Huh...well this doesn't look good...” Jaina frowned, shaking Sentry from his thoughts as she pointed towards a massive, towering figure blocking the entrance to the inner town and the keep. ���Oh shit...what is it?” Sentry gasped. It was a towering thing of metal and clockwork, but somehow familiar. It dawned on him he had seen this thing before, but where? “Halt, citizen! State your business!” A woman in Flaming Fist armor demanded. Wyll gave a handsome, winning smile. “Pardon me, miss, you don't recognize Duke Ravengard's own son?” The woman scoffed. “Duke Ravengard didn't father any tiefling I ever heard of! Pull the other one!” The woman gave a cold laugh. “Now, what's your business here?” Sentry frowned a moment, considering the right response, that machine was massive, maybe even a problem for him. Neither Jaina nor Halsin seemed to have any immediate solution either, but fortune was on their side as suddenly a loud impact sounded along with a cry of 'For Ironhand!' and the mechanical wonder popped and fizzled, stomping about shakily as the smokebomb seemed to disorient it.

Jaina smiled appreciatively as she watched a young deep gnome woman scurry away in the confusion as she and the rest of the party hurried past the hobbled machine and bewildered handlers. “Clockwork abominations, refugees forced into squalor....If this is the nature of cities, I'm not sure nature shouldn't swallow them all.” Halsin remarked, shaking his head.

“Oh you think The Gate's bad? Wait until you see Neverwinter.” Jaina winced. “Absolute shithole, possibly the worst place we ever docked. And according to my father, that was even before what those Thayans did there.” “Huh...you know I've never been? What's so awful about it?” Wyll asked. “Well first of all, if you think Baldur's Gate has a lot of crisis, it's nothing to what they get up to there. Then there's the fact that the architecture is bland! Just...monotonous for miles! At least you have landmarks here, points of interest!” Jaina rambled as the party walked. “Oh and don't get me started on their harbor. It was so poorly managed you had tiny little fishing vessels in danger of being torn asunder by a stray merchant ship and then they didn't even separate ships from factions with bad history. Waterdeep at least does that.”

“I'd actually heard Neverwinter was pretty nice.” Sentry blinked. “Everyone says so, they say it's fancy and...I dunno...shiny....and also apparently very clean.” “As if those things matter. People just don't understand what makes a city a city. None of you mainlanders travel enough to know these things.” Jaina shook her head and sighed dramatically. Sentry chuckled a bit, glad for the conversation, which had dragged him out of his darker thoughts. His eyes shifted a moment, taking in a nearby building. “Huh...this place is familiar...Sharess' Caress...” “Oh, the brothel? I have a few friends that work there actually.” Jaina smiled. “This is actually a pretty nice place as brothels go, and the drinks are great.” “I think I maybe had friends here too..” Sentry pondered, the image of a matronly dwarvish woman smiling fondly at him as she helped him into a fine coat came to mind...and then, of course...the words from that one particular brain back at the Illithid Colony. 'My name was Wysp Silksong....I was your friend...I loved you...' He could almost hear a hint of sad lute music on the wind as he made his way towards the door and gently pushed it open.

“Why, Mr. Ojeda! It has been so long!” The woman at the front desk beamed, her dark eyes bright as they fell upon Sentry. “Oh, and Miss Thalassia too? I didn't know you two knew one another...and I certainly didn't think you were eachother's type...” “Oh! Ah...no...no, we're not together, we're friends... He's helping me with a job, mam'zell.” Jaina smiled. “Ah, I see...Painting murals at the school for the little ones, perhaps?” The woman beamed. “Something like that.” Sentry nodded. He recalled this woman welcoming him warmly, he recalled sitting at a table and drinking with her and several other employees, the dwarf woman whose face came to mind, and a handsome drow with violet eyes and silver hair, his face marked with scars but also tattoos the color of starlight.

“Oh! Is that little Wyll!” The woman peered past Sentry and Jaina with a huge smile on her face. “My how you've grown! I haven't seen you since I had to shoo you from the establishment after you'd drop off missives from your father.” Mam'zell laughed. “Seems you've made some changes, they suit you, young man.” Wyll blushed a bit, lowering his head as Jaina and Sentry both turned and looked at him, both with rather wicked smiles on their faces. “Delivering letters to Sharess' Caress for your dad as a kid? Oh my, what was that old codger up to?” Sentry wiggled his brows suggestively. “Certainly nothing tawdry, but perhaps...” Jaina gave a playful, joking little gasp. “Espionage?” “Well, I wouldn't know...I was a child and I wasn't supposed to look at the letters.” Wyll insisted, blushing brighter and looking away. “Oh come on, I know you had to peek once.” Sentry persisted.

“Just a little one? Come now, with your sense of adventure I can't believe you never peeked.” Jaina grinned. “Well, just once....it was, actually, just a Flaming Fist operative's instructions...the woman just happened to like visiting a girl who worked here...” He admitted, coughing awkwardly. “Well, now you're old enough to actually go in! Come on, we've gotta at least grab drinks and catch some of the dancing and music.” Sentry grinned. “Make up for all that lost time banished and wandering the wilderness!” “I'm hardly a blushing virgin, Sentry.” Wyll shook his head with a laugh. “Do you think I've never experienced life while I was out on the road?” “Oh but there's just something different about a proper bordello!” Jaina chimed in. “The dancing is so beautiful and the people are so charming! It's like a fantasy!” “A fantasy you're paying for.” Astarion chuckled. “Just remember darling, just because the courtesan smiles and laughs at your jokes doesn't mean they like you.” “It'll be good to see something natural and lively after everything we've dealt with so far in this place. I say why not?” Halsin stepped forward, joining the others. The party made their way into the lounge where a stunning tiefling woman danced on the stage in an elaborate negligee. She winked at Jaina and gave a subtle wave, Jaina waved back and blew a friendly kiss. “She's from the same island as me, we used to play together as children.” Jaina explained quietly. “Nothing between us, not even a client relationship, we would drink together when I was off work.” “Sentry?” A hand pressed to Sentry's shoulder from behind him and the Tiefling looked up to come face to face with a pair of drow. “I'm....sorry? Do I know you guys?” Sentry blinked. “Genuinely sorry, I probably do...I've had a head injury since I was last here if I'm being honest...” The tiefling ammended.

“Oh you poor thing!” The male drow shook his head, patting Sentry on the back. “Well, here's hoping for a full and swift recovery. Ffionn missed you and honestly we did as well, right, Nym?” “Yes! Sorn and I were devastated when you went missing! There were rumors that you'd died!” The female drow gasped. “Afraid not, I'm alive and kicking.” Sentry shrugged. “Um...Hey...I actually wanted to ask about someone I think I used to visit here...Wysp Silksong?” Both drow lowered their heads sadly and their expressions journeyed from sympathy to concern as they looked at eachother as if searching for the right answer. “Wysp died almost two years ago, Sentry...You were inconsolable when it happened.” Nym replied quietly. “Nasty business, someone murdered him on his day off.” Sorn shook his head. “It's made us all wary whenever someone takes a vacation. Ffionn's been out only a few days and already there's some concern...” The drow mused. The woman from Sentry's memories, the older dwarf with the kind smile...She had a son....the killer was a dwarf in red.... Sentry shot up to his feet. “I have to go now...immediately...right now...Where does Ffionn live again?” “You....why so suddenly?” Sorn blinked in confusion. “Stay a while, relax. I didn't intend to worry you.”

“No, I know....you're good, you're fine...but you said Ffionn missed me, I shouldn't let her worry that I've died a moment longer, right?” Sentry managed, even as he'd already begun walking towards the door. He realized by now his friends were all watching him. “You all stay here, relax, enjoy the show! I've got something important to see to.” “Wait! I'm coming with you.” Astarion hurried after Sentry. “After all, someone has to make sure you don't get side tracked.” “I'll join you as well.” Halsin added. “After all, I believe I still owe you for your aid with the Shadow Curse.” Jaina turned to Wyll and smiled softly. “Want to get a drink and rest a moment? I think Lae'zel mentioned needing to meet someone here as well, so we may as well rest up and wait for our friends.” “Why not? The music's enjoyable, the atmosphere's pleasant, and I've got you by my side.” Wyll nodded, sitting beside Jaina on one of the plush seats and watching the show. ---- The coronation would take place tomorrow, Sentry was so close to returning to him, Gortash could almost smell the sweet incense scent of his his skin and the coppery scent of blood on his breath and his hands. His eyes again wandered to the portrait Sentry had painted of him. The strange decay had continued and now muscle and bone were revealed under the skin of his face, giving half of his expression almost a rictus grin. He shuddered at the image. To most, perhaps a reminder of impending death, a grim portent of mortality, but from Sentry, Gortash saw another meaning. Knowing Sentry, he had never meant for the painting to reach this state of decay, this strange feature was meant to keep the two of them close. He had painted it before they'd admitted their feelings, when there had only been slight flirtation. That clever bastard meant for the image to degenerate into a corpse so Enver would need him to return, to retouch parts of it. He stood up and approached the portrait, his fingers brushing the texture of the paint. Beyond compare, as ever. He only wished he had a matching one of Sentry...Or perhaps a family portrait, one where Rio could have sat in the finest little dress, on Sentry's lap.

“Sir, you have a visitor.” Valda knocked softly on the door even as she stepped over the threshold. “I intended to send him away, but he's made a nuisance of himself. Serf and Richter were both injured before we could subdue him.” “I've a coronation to prepare for Valda, just dispose of him.” The tyrant brushed off the news. “Of course, sir, that's what I planned to do, except he's claimed to have news of Mister Ojeda...Now that we're sure he's alive, I assumed you'd want all the news you could get.” The tiefling woman bowed expertly, pressing her gold framed spectacles back up the bridge of her nose.

Gortash paused and frowned. “Alright...bring him in.” Valda inclined her head and disappeared back into the hall. A red dragonborn sporting several arrows in his shoulders and thighs and a very bruised half orc with a swollen lip and bleeding nose returned with her, carrying between them a smug looking male drow in hunting leathers bound with a crackling line of purple spellwork. The two set the man down between them and the half orc glared at the drow and gave him a kick in the back. “Alright, ass hole...Tell Lord Gortash what you've got to say.” The drow gave a wicked grin. “Saw your boy fuckin' someone else during his little walkabout....Either he don't remember you or he's moved on.” Gortash raised a brow, a bored look crossing his face. “I see... well, that's hardly important information, perhaps I was too hasty in allowing you to live....Valda?” The tiefling nodded her head and was about to motion for the two guards to drag him away. “Don't pretend like it ain't eatin' you up inside, little tyrant...I remember what you did to that chewed up bard a couple years back when he was sniffing around my little brother.” Jackal spat.

“Oh perhaps I'm devastated....” Gortash shrugged. “Perhaps I'm...beside myself with grief...pining away for dear Sentry...But what does that have to do with you and any interest I might have in your continued existence?” He lifted his elegant cane and pointed it towards Jackal. “Well I can bring him to you.” The ranger replied. “I know his tricks, I know how he fights, I can capture him real easy like.” He boasted. “You needn't bother. I've ordered my guards to extend him a very special invitation the moment he approaches Wyrm's Rock tomorrow.” Gortash laughed heartily. “I have no need of your services and frankly whatever it is Ketheric's people did to rebuild you is upsetting to look at.” He snapped his fingers. “Serf, Richter, have him placed in the prison...and Valda?” “Yes, Lord Gortash?” The slender, dark haired tiefling woman looked to her employer. “Make sure he doesn't leave. Be creative.” He smirked. “Of course, sir.” Her dark purple lips curved into a cruel smile as she followed behind the enforcers. ----- The flophouse was crowded with both refugees and travelers coming for the coronation. The smell of food cooking filled the air along with the lemon scent of cheap soaps and cleaning tonics. The tables in the common area were full of weary travelers resting from their long journey and the roar of conversation filled the air. “This is one of the places my siblings and I used to hunt.” Astarion whispered to Sentry. “If we're lucky, we can find them before they find me.” Sentry nodded. “Well, tell me if you happen to see them...” He began to make his way to the stairs, Astarion and Halsin following behind. The sleeping quarters were far less crowded, it seemed everyone had congregated downstairs in the hopes of having something to eat. Only two figures stood in a dark corner near one of the beds speaking furtively. Astarion noticed the two and began to walk towards them, his steps deliberate and theatrical. Neither Sentry or Halsin needed to be told who the two must be as they watched the elf round on his siblings like an agitated cat whose territory had been intruded on. From the little bit of conversation Sentry had picked up, the two had been hunting for their master for some sort of ritual. A ritual they believed would end with their freedom. From what Astarion had told Sentry of Cazador and from Raphael's description of the ritual connected to the scars, it was almost comical in a sad, ironic sort of way. “So, you really think Cazador will free you when his ritual is finished?” Astarion scoffed. “You were never burdened with intelligence, Petras, but you seem especially lacking these days.” “Astarion?” The pale female elf gasped, looking at him in disbelief. “Why would you return? You escaped, you were free...” “Isn't it obvious? He wants to ascend with the rest of us, so he's come crawling back to master, tail between his legs, hoping to share in our glory.” The blonde human, Petras, Sentry guessed, sneered. But the smug sense about him was short lived as within a moment, Astarion's hand was on his throat and the elf dragged him brutally into the light of an open window across the room, all to the sound of the female elf's hysterical screams.

“You are out of your mind if you believe Cazador will let you go, that this ritual will free you...” Astarion growled, holding the struggling vampire in a death grip under the burning light. “Now tell me where Cazador is hiding...” Petras' skin sizzled and smoked, burning until ash settled atop his flesh, agonized moans and cries escaping his lips. Sentry watched intently, his eyes taking in every detail of where the skin cracked and glowed, it mimicked the natural decay of a stone statue and there was such beauty to it, the tiefling had begun to feel inspired. Could one preserve a burning vampire at the moment of death? Perhaps a gift for Astarion after all this, Cazador perpetually frozen in a look of pure agony and fear. A smile came to his face as he pictured the piece, until a voice snapped him out of it. “Astarion, that's enough!” Halsin spoke up sternly. Astarion frowned but turned away from the window, shoving Petras back to their sister. “You're lucky Petras...You owe your life to my friend here, now speak.” He demanded. It as his sister who responded. “There's a defiled chapel beneath the manor, none of us knew it existed. Cazador is performing the ritual down there....” “Ah! Fantastic then! Now we know where he's hiding. We can make it a point to stop by first thing when we get into the city, yeah?” Sentry grinned. Astarion nodded, the thought seeming to eat at him a bit as his expression became tense and pensive. “This isn't over, brother.” The woman glared and the two vampires made a swift motion to teleport away, back to their master. “That was brilliant, Astarion. You were amazing.” Sentry smiled. “The way his flesh crisped and sizzled like that! It was like nothing I've ever seen!” “Well, let's just hope Cazador proves as vulnerable.” Astarion replied quietly, his expression unchanging. “Well...actually about that...” Sentry paused a moment, tapping a finger to his chin. “You see, while you were holding that guy under the sunlight...I had an idea...” He smiled a bit and looked to Halsin. “So, Halsin...as a druid, you can call down sunlight, yeah?” “I certainly can, and imbue weapons and armor with it besides.” The druid nodded. “And then I know there's a stock of holy water somewhere back at the open hand temple, also I've kept some garlic hidden away from Gale...” “Why would you keep garlic?” Astarion raised a brow.

“Well, in case we got into a little lover's spat and I didn't want you drinking from me.” Sentry replied. “And what, it would make your blood taste foul?” The elf gave Sentry a look of confusion. “Aren't...aren't vampires put off by garlic?” Sentry asked, cocking his head to one side. “I would imagine anyone would be if you used too much if it in your cooking.” Halsin chimed in. Astarion gave a long suffering sigh and pursed his lips. “No, Sentry...Vampires are not 'allergic' to garlic and it can't kill us...That's nonsense. Where did you get that idea?” Sentry bit his lip and prodded the floor with the toe of one of his boots. “Um...it was in a copper dreadful I read once...”

A smile crossed Astarion's face again, perhaps for the first time since confronting his siblings and he laughed out loud, a genuine practically barking laugh he seemed truly unable to hold back. “Gods...I think that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard...” Peels of laughter erupted from him, even a very undignified snort. The laughter was so much that even Sentry smiled, despite being the source of it. Halsin, to his credit, merely gave a hearty chuckle and then covered his mouth. “Yeah....I should have known probably...I always did say vampire novels were overdone.” Sentry admitted, blushing a bit. “Mmm..well, don't feel too poorly about it, I needed that.” Astarion collected himself, although he was still smirking broadly.

The party made their way up a small wooden ladder to the very top floor. Sentry found that even after his struggle with his memory, he could find his way to Ffionn's home blindfolded. Her room was a simple upstairs apartment, her bed near the window, a few desks and bookshelves befitting an older wizard, and then a surprisingly ornate dresser, nothing like the one back at her room at Sharess' Caress. Strangely her room seemed undisturbed, no sign of anything out of the ordinary, but Ffionn herself was no where to be seen. A worried frown crossed Sentry's face and in that moment, the scent of copper seemed heavy in the air. All three men turned in the direction of the wardrobe and all three knew what they, collectively, could sense with their heightened response. Astarion's vampiric hunger, Halsin's animal instinct, and Sentry's dark urges...There was blood in the air and it was concentrated somewhere just beyond the wardrobe. Sentry didn't waste a moment, throwing his armored body full force against the wardrobe until it splintered, revealing a door behind it. Locked. As Sentry prepared to throw his body against the door again, Halsin gently pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him, and produced a key from the pocket of his pants. “I found this while we were examining the tunnels beneath your church.” The druid explained. “See the pattern? It's the same as the door...” He pointed out the floral design of the key and the matching carvings on the door. “Right...thanks, Halsin....I was starting to get a bit dizzy.” Sentry admitted sheepishly. “It's no trouble, just remember, there is more than one way to use your head.” The druid gave a small, playful smile as he raised a hand to heal a bruise beginning to form near Sentry's forehead. The door opened to a room of a much different sort. It was smaller and the shelves were filled with specimen jars and vials of blood. Anatomical charts and diagrams were pinned to the walls and instruments of torture and murder were spread out on the tables. The scent of blood was all encompassing in this place, but its saturation was concentrated near the small, unmade bed in the far corner. Sentry hurried over and knelt down, raising the bed skirt to peer under and his heart sank.

“Fuck....It's her....” He whispered, gently drawing the corpse out from under the bed, resting her limp head in his lap and softly stroking the dark, greying curls. Her spectacles were broken and her dark, lightly lined skin was cold and papery, so different from the vibrant warmth she'd had in life. Like Father Lorgan, she was missing a hand. “Ffionn....”

He felt sick, his world spun around him. It was all coming back to him. Ffionn gently guiding Sentry, newly eighteen and wanting to learn what it was he actually enjoyed, through a demonstration of acts of pleasure. Her gently voice explaining each scenario, each tool to him with patience and kindness even as the scenarios she offered could be rough or visceral. He remembered the day she'd introduced him to Wysp... “Oh, Sentry! There you are, my boy.” She had smiled brightly up at him. “Have you met Mr. Silksong? He's quite the fine bard and I believe you two share a lot on common.” She had taken Sentry's hand in her warm, well manicured grasp and guided him to the bar where Wysp sat having a drink after a set, waiting for clients. The drow was tall, handsome, with lean muscle and silver hair that matched the color of his elegant, whimsical tattoo work. A smattering of white freckles like stars dotted his dark grey skin and his violet eyes held a clever gleam to them. Ritualistic scars marred his face and arms as well, but the tattoos nearly distracted from them entirely. “Wysp, this handsome young fellow is Sentry Ojeda, a favored client and good friend of mine. I think you two have much to talk about.” Ffionn had beamed as Wysp had turned, looking Sentry over with interest. He remembered drinking with Ffionn, he remembered her selecting beautiful clothing for him to wear when he had begun seeing Gortash. He remembered....he remembered her advice when... “I'm going to kill him.” Sentry announced. Halsin and Astarion both turned to look at him, they had stepped away and begun examining the notes and letters to give him some privacy, but the abrupt sound of his voice had jolted them out of that focus. “I'm going to find Ffionn's son and I'm going to rip his head off and then I'm going the use it as a fucking puppet and make it tell the world what a worthless shit stain of a son he always was to her and what a second rate assassin he was until his dying breath...” Neither of the other men spoke. There was nothing to say. The grief was overwhelming and tears were forming in Sentry's eyes. He had seen two people he loved dead today and more than that, killed without dignity, the assassin's work sub par and sloppy. There was no honor in their deaths, no reverence....

Halsin crossed to Sentry and gently knelt beside him, placing his hands softly on the young man's shoulders and helping him to his feet wordlessly. Sentry's head rested against Halsin's chest and the druid could feel the tiefling shaking with sniffles and sobs, vulnerable in his arms. Sentry needed that vulnerability, that sense of being protected and Halsin resolved to hold him as long as he needed.

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Notes from book 4 of the foreigner series by C, J, Charryh precursor

okay so this was a little longer to get done. it was due to the face that I got impatiant and red it through but then had to re-read it to actully write this and kind of got lazy, plus I have to wait for maybe 4 weeks till I can read the next one. as usual spoilers a head and swearing.

Chapter 1 

I looks like a jet is gonna be in our what we open with bren, saying goodbye to his folks on independence day a holiday in Mospheira 

His mom is nagging him about the pager he gave her and Toby getting him to say Farewell. Fuck barb is still here and fuck her desperate attempt to get him back after 3 fucking years. Thank fuck he is now on the plane. It seems like the space shuttle is a little bit of a political mess that tabini is kind of trying to clear. Brominiandi being pissy about the shuttle. Yolanda is okay and Jase left without notice. It appears he wasn't able to be as much help while jase and Yolanda are working with the pilot guild , also Shawn is trying. Ben Feldman  , Kate,  Tom Lund and ginny Kroger are on the plane are Kind of new to the job and tabini as a history of getting people into odd situations to see how the dice roll. He warns them to not fuck anything up if they are gonna be there or the shuttle is fucked. Okay someone called Trent cope who is new to all of this from the Phoenix ship. Jase is sort of with them in thought.   Dose Trent cope look like a priest or an office worker? Also he was kind of sickly like jase was down there. Hey bren why do you like vodka and fruit juice instead of beer?. So Trent seems to be more sickly due to his age unlike jase. He tells the newbies to stay on the children's language to avoid mess ups. sort of get to Bu-javid and in three years they start getting additions of neon to the cities that make it look like a downtown on the island.

Chapter 2

Hes here with the group he is with and banichi and jago are here so he introduces the other humans with him. He is so mad at tom lund saying thoughtful things and just pissing him off. Kate kind of tried to be nice. Oh boy, Jase cutted his hair and is wearing something like ” jersey trousers frayed fish jacket “ . the shuttle is huge and is named shai-shan or favorable wind. It sounds like jason is packing up due to aiji’s order and bren is pretty upset about him cutting his braid. Jase tells him that maybe he could maybe tell the secretaries, staff, algini and tano that he will miss them. Bren decides to try to figure out what the hell is going on. He meets up with algini and tano in security, he is kind of having an existential dread of losing connection to other humans. Ilisidi is back and was around jase, and ilisidi gave him a message.

Chapter 3

 Time to check up on our favorite scary old lady and Cenedi. It still kind of shocks me that they dress him up. Oh shit how did she find out about vodka? They talk about the shitshow around the guild being back.  They talk about Tayler who is what jasen is a clone of. Welp she brought up the deed of darkness he had with Jago last book. Ilisidi please don't talk about his mom like that. Of course she did that to see him blush. Tabini calls for him .

Chapter 4

Eidi the major domo of tabini house. Tabini is here and talking about shit going on. He is also complaining about Trent. Well shit it turns out he could get sent back to the station with jase , there going to space. And to also check if there are some shit stirrers on the station. Oh shit bindanda might be a spy. 

Chapter 5

Bren, jago and banichi are on the train to the airplane. Ilisidi is coming along with her security as well. He is so scared of the ship being fucked or switchover he wanted to go ta an atevi physician to give him a full sedation. So it seems the pilot guild is autocrats. Oh look it's Ginny and Lund as bren meets with jase to tell him of the news and are all kind if surprised that he is gonna be coming along. There is a moment of tension where Kroger gets a bit argument where Lind has to be the peacemaker. Decides to talk with Jase alone.

Chapter 6

He talks to jase with banichi and jago. It's so funny how bren hates what Jason is wearing and calls it wretched and Jason complained of chills when the servants wanted to remove it. Aww it looks like ramirez is a dad like figure to Jason and kind if the reason why the Phoenix got back to the abandoned station. The other captions are Josefa sabin, Jules Ogun and last but not least pratap tamun. Already is bunt about how tamun sucks. Sounds like bren and Jason are planing to try to keep this whole from being unpleasant like warning jase to keep his staff from staring in the eyes and pointing out that jase is to tabini part of his household. They toast to there success. 

Chapter 7

Bren gets to rest and bindanda , banichi and jago are with him. Banichi tells him there is nothing to report from morgari. This is the first time I ever saw a book describe some one with an adjective cat footed that I remember. Narain comments that a grand adventure.  Bren goes for a bath. Well just like with beds jago gose into into with the bath tub with him, odd description he gave her though. Holy shit C. J. Cherryh ready did say that boundaries and respect are important in a relationship. Banichi came in to tell him his mom called him, oh boy. Well shit barb was run over by a bus. And now his mom is trying to make him come back home. Poor bren. 

Chapter 8

They are in the departure center with Bren , Jase , Tano , algini , banichi , jago , Jund and kroger. Shai-shan the space ship is waiting for all of them with Shugart. Everyone is pretty nervous with the steward. It seems like Gan where the original aveti Mospeira before the humans where put on the island. Okay the part where the steward did that thing where they start giving out drinks on airplanes caught me off guard. The aveti just reacting to Zero Gravity is just so cute and funny. They got to the Phoenix. 

Chapter 9

Wow the Phoenix looks kind of fucked up like with rust and soot. "Welcome to the space age. Welcome to the universe we've made, and the consequences of all we've done" . Jase is pretty nervous and is gonna try to talk to Ramirez. Bren warns jago and banichi to not show weapons and not do a violence or even startling them. There's some one named Josefin or called Luz by jase who is a bit startled by the staff. Those poor bastards moving the luggage. Captain Jules ogun is described as dark skinned while hair perhaps from old age with lieutenant Delacroix. They get into a little argument and ogun being  bit stubborn but bren is standing up for his staff. I keep forgetting that the aveti eat food usually in season.  Well shit It looks the mattresses are not delivered and the aveti are like 8 feet tall. This pisses of bren and Sabin is making him join a meeting with the other captions. Bren explains the cultural differences  and tells his staff to smile more, banichi tried to smile but in a dire way, everyone laughed. The place for them was set up and bren apologizes to Johnson,  andresson , pressman and Polano, some of the crewmen of the ship.

Chapter 10

The servants set up the apartment to look kind of similar to home and he is touched by the gesture. Jago got hit on the head due to the shorter doors. He thinks about how off things are back at home with his messed up family and while he is eating eggs the guide to the ship arrives at there door. 

Chapter 11

The guide looks a little uncaround the aveti and what they did with his room. They were escorted to where the captains were waiting for them. Ramirez is really made about the whole thing and sounds like he hates how bren as been a pain in the ass to work with for 3 years. The deal managed to go through and bren is advised to use C1 to communicate with jase.

Chapter 12

Bren tells banich and jago that the deal went well. The guides name is Kaplan . He uses the C1 to communicate and send a message to tabini. There's already some suspicious stiff going down when he can't seem to get in tough with Toby. So he decided to meet with ginny Kroger and to get the guide.

Chapter 13

Bren had to go with Kaplan to visit the other humans and Kaplan is having some difficulty getting tea. So bren gets Feldman and shugart to get the tea. The others get a little shocked about the spaceship and the fact that there is more hostile aliens out there. A bit of a heated argument happens and the tea finally gets there with bindanda with a tray. 

Chapter 14

The meeting settles down a little better. Kroger is a little happy about the archives as a scientist will get her hands on it soon. He gose back to check in for any new messages. Some how an advertisement managed to get to him from where he was. Toby was fin but the weather delayed him. It seems like something is wrong and asks for some one to maybe get jase on call for him. He is trying to think about the situation when jago is as worried for him as the staff. He gets supper and talks with banichi and jago foe advice and to fill them in. It sounds like they have got 13 days before they go back down to the planet. Brings up the baji-naji philosophy to pop up again. He contacts his family and sends a message to them. He can't contact Yolanda and jase for some reason. He wakes up and gets news from a new man on the C1 that there are no new messages for him. Well shit might start to hit the fan soon. bren tries to lighten his staffs mood then he gets a call from captain Sabin who doesn't want to get him to meet with jase. Holy hell that letter he wrote to toby holy shit. He tells banichi they might want to arm lightly

Chapter 15

Kaplan guides them to the other humans from the planet with his servants. Bren annoys Kaplan about where the crew is. Kaplan is trying to not get frustrated . holy hell bren you are kind of being an annoying character to kaplan, like seriously stop pressing buttons and giving kaplan a heart attack. Well bren and banichi asks kaplan some questions that the poor fellow answers. Bren is guided to the cafeteria and the crew are in there, and nervous as hell . bren asks about jase and they do not know. Bren corrects kaplan gently by pointing out that the humans are the aliens and not the aveti. They meet up with kroger and then have a bit to drink. 

Chapter 16

Bren banichi and jago talk about how they, according to kate , have been looking around the ship with curiosity. The suspicious things are starting to go on about how jase can’t see them. They also discuss if kroger is aiji of there group. During supper he gets a worrying message from toby about missing kids and his wife jill. He sends a message to Tahini with an update of the situation. After eating supper he gets a discovery for his staff that they see a screen that have things that might be connected to the archive and sabiso mistakens a horse for a mecheiti . he gets a message back from toby that is rather suspiciously short and that jill and the kids are okay.

Chapter 17

He sends a message to tahini and then gets a little suspicious but might be okay. C1 talks a bit about the ship and notices that c1 is a lot more having long delays than usual to banichi but cooperative to bren.  He has a talk with his staff about the future of the aveti there on the spaceship. He invites the other embassies for dinner with kaplan. He discusses the plans and some ideas.his staff let kaplan takes some of the food from dinner into his pockets.  After the meeting we got a short message from toby he was was happy about. Then the power went out for a bit but luckily it went back on. He feels a bit miserable when he can’t get in contact with anyone he knows like the caption, yolanda and jase. He awkwardly lets Jago on the bed. Aww he is so caring about banichi and he panics kind of like he usually does and asks jago if she and banichi are a thing. Holy shit jago just dropped the bomb, the banichi is her dad at the near end. Its so funny that he is so shocked that banichi is her dad. Well thats a rather wholesome way to fade to black before the deed of darkness can happen.

Chapter 18

Jago has yeeted after the deed of darkness was done, poor bindanda and kandana probably had to hear all that. It sounds like he has not gotten any new messages from toby or tahini. He meets up with one of the stewards from the shuttle from the beginning. There name is parijo and is a little lost. They send him to nojana and hopefully is okay. Oh great banichi is missing. Oh boy now bren is getting is staff to start bracing themselves for shit to hit the fan and to try to look for banichi.. 

Chapter 19

Okay he is now freaking out about banichis were abouts and is wondering where the hell he went. Jago drops the bomb that thy noticed something off when the power was shut off and banichi went off to check on things. Tano and algini explain what they know about what jase tool them before going missing. Oh shit he is not getting contact from kroger . oh fucking shit banichi came back with one message ‘i fear ramirez-aiji has fallen’ . banichi is trying to get bren away from the shit that is about to hit the fan. Well bren is hell bent on keeping them from abandoning those he brought here and sends a coded letter to his mother to warn her in code. 

Chapter 20

He tells kroger he is gonna be on the planet for a few days and now he is getting suspicious of lund, kroger and the others dining with him. He tries to subtly try to warn her kroger that there maybe some shit going down and hes gonna try to get help. Kaplan and his fruit intake, luckily they give him some crates to give to his friends. 

Chapter 21

Welp he have putted two and two together that tabin’s letter was faked, realizing your in a closed circle kinda sucks huh. Also he jago are trying to get packed. Right when they are about to leave they narani find a letter a badly written letter in ragi. They plan to try to wait for jase. Its kind of funny that he still hates that fishing jacket so much. Jase explains that he was trying to get his dad is an work area air lock because he got shot by tamun and really need medical help. They say fuck it lets find the damn medicine and to supply jase with the stuff for the trek back. Holy hell bren is willing to file intent on anyone who hurts jase. He sends a message to those who need to know about this shit. 

Chapter 22

He gets a message from his mother that, yes, made him upset. It looks like the people moved out and kaplan came back to check on them. He also very subtly tells them to maybe stop holding them off of the meeting with the caption. The shuttle departed back to earth and now they have to wait. So he gets a message from his brother and things are okay between him and jill. He got an escort that wasn’t kaplan and krogers is pretty pissed about everything going on. Okay the reaction to the cafeteria is really funny, especially when you remember they are technically the upper class. And now kroger is going through what they are going through. 

Chapter 23

Jago is pretty miserable since banichi left. So kaplan was back after his staff jumpscared him and he wants to get bren to where jase is so that he can get out there. He and jago go to where they are with kaplan and finally meet up with banichi who says things are looking a lot better .okay kaplan how many damn cousins do you have?  After getting back with kaplan he tries to translate the man’chi  and situation of the crew to his staff. He also has to get food to krogers room and to try to explain the shittening. Well shit the fuckers found them listening in.

Chapter 24

Well this meeting with the captains is awkward. Well great they gave Yolanda,  jase his mother, sister and some the co workers trying to help jases dad. They get back to there apartments to help jase with his injuries. The sister name is Olathe and she is pretty scared for good reason. Jase despite being injured with broken bones before he falls asleep. He plans with the others and realizes someone who hates the new order might be hiding jases dad. Bren writes some letters and gets some letters he had not read yet. It looks like the food is more normal and he was able to keep jase from trying to find his dad.

Chapter 25

They are waiting for the shuttle to arrive and bren makes jase go to the shuttle and gets guided to it by Pauline Sato. Almost of of brens staff kind of act a bit weird about the shuttle. Then roughly thirty ish aveti came out of the shuttle. Well shit is it ilisidi and cenedi of all poeple with them and Tom lund with six other humans in the back. Well bren is trying to keep shit from going down thanks to ilisidi coming in like a wreck ball. Well on the plus side it's one of those cases where if you got a big ill tempered fish you get an even worser tempered fish. God I feel bad for Sato. Well fuck yeah they are gonna get there way. It's kind of funny how ilisidi  calls Sato a television with limbs due to her outfit. She's lead to where they are gonna see the leader. Everyone is just fucking scared of her. Well at least she is gonna be here to handle construction of the ship. Okay they are gonna try to find jases father now and oh boy is bren now pissed. Ilisidi gives one hell of a speech to settle the crowd. 

Chapter 26

Poor bren even in this whole shit he has to be in this and lord geigi and he's crew are with him. Ilisidi is more then ready to literally force her way to get what she wants. They all plan on getting jase a chance to look for his dad where ever he is and the situation they are in. Bren is talking a stand for jase to distract the guards to cause confusion. Well trying to get ogun to listen ain't gonna work out so well. Well shit an explosion happened and banichi random to try to rescue anyone else. The guide by frank that made them walk back get shot . Poor kaplan having to deal with this shit and they finally found jases dad. It's kind of funny how bren mentality describes Kalpan and is merry band as sugar addicts. Well they made it to the net and get the message that jases dad is alive. 

Chapter 27

They get word that sabin is trying to find ogun, who might be dead. Oh boy bren is realizing geigi is on the ship with them. They use a car that was near where they were to get back to the shuttle to keep death from getting them. Oh my fucking God,  did bren fucking shoot tamun? He fucking did! He is still alive but shot down. It's kind of funny that lord gegi is just popped out when the shit heads down. Also oguns okay, well things are not fucked thank God. 

Chapter 28

He is reading all of the letter he nearly got lost due to the censors and is able to rest.

[justmelagain]

The Last Pan of Dressing

Dressing is my favorite food group. No, it’s not the same as “stuffing.” All black women and rural Southern white women know how to make it — everyone else just attempts it.

Consistency-wise, it should be like finely crumbled cornbread (not shredded loaf bread) near-soupy in chicken or turkey juice, with chopped onions and egg-whites and tiny chunks of chicken or turkey. I like to put it in a bowl and pour milk over it and get it piping hot in the microwave. 

The four main grocery chains in my area are Walmart, Kroger, Publix, and Ingles.

That’s in the order of the most-used to the least-used.

It’s not surprising that Ingles is more popular among conservative evangelicals. It’s headquartered in 85% white Asheville and proudly emblazons “AMERICAN OWNED” over every door of every store.

Because the South is genteel and religious, a lot of things are spoken in code. By now everyone knows “Let’s Go Brandon” is code for “Fuck Joe Biden.” This one came about accidentally as the NASCAR audience was chanting “Fuck Joe Biden” and a NASCAR official tried to cover for it by claiming they were actually saying “Let’s Go Brandon” in reference to a NASCAR driver named Brandon.

When President Biden held a mass phone call with kids who called in to find out the progress of Santa’s trip, the father of one child yelled, Let’s Go Brandon” on the group call and is now trying to parlay his newfound stardom among evangelicals into a run for political office.

Evangelicals would never cuss but they will substitute-cuss and giggle like a third-grader who just got away with eating a booger.

What a lot of people don’t know is “Fuck Joe Biden” was ALREADY code. Do you think Confederate-evangelicals really hate an old white man? Of course not.

“Fuck Joe Biden” stands for many things: *Jews will not replace us; *We need to ship all the foreigners back home; *I’m tired of my hard-earned white money being stolen from me to support black people who won’t work. 

There are other codes among white people in the South. “That area has gotten really bad” means black people have moved in. “Don’t go through that area after dark; you’d be in a mess if you had a flat tire” refers to a black neighborhood. “That store has really gone down” means a lot of black people are now shopping there.

I love dressing. My second favorite food group is Brunswick stew, another dish that can’t be replicated outside the South.

But dressing is my favorite. My Granny Omie used to make the best there was when I was a kid. My former mother-in-law actually beat that during the happiest 20 years of my life. She would often make a second pan just for me to take home after the big family gatherings on Easter and Thanksgiving and Christmas. So I understand the trauma of someone beating me to the last pan of dressing. I really do.

But this was not about dressing.

This was code for something much bigger and deeper.

One of my old classmates from my high school recently posted this: “The Carrollton Ingles needs to overhaul and revamp their Customer Service in the Deli Department (possibly replace a few employees) and the so called Non-Caring Manager needs to be replaced ASAP. I had an experience about a month ago. Went to get a few plates of dressing on a Sunday afternoon. I was told the pan of dressing was the last one they had and a fellow of color wanted some at the same time. I asked the lady to make sure I got mine first because I was ahead of him. Well after scraping the sides of the pan in order to get me 2 plates, low and behold they brought out a fresh pan of dressing for him. My damn BP went through the roof but I kept my mouth shut until I got to the counter to pay and then I brought up what happened. They said they would adjust the bill but I went ahead and paid for it. About 45 minutes ago I went out there one more time after work to get a couple of plates for me and my mother. I just had got to the Deli and looking at what choices I had. At that point, no Deli employ recognized that I was around. About that time a man of color walked between me and the Deli counter as though I wasn’t even around. The woman of color turned around to help the man of color and didn’t say a word to me. BP boiling once again. Luckily I kept my mouth shut not to embarrass anyone and went to find the pot-bellied store manager who expressed no concern whatsoever. Last time dealing with this disgusting place. Piss poor customer service in the Deli and very piss poor response from the manager. I just don’t and won’t get it.”

I’ll give you a minute.

Jesus.

And bear in mind, neither the hand that wrote this or all the eyes that read it have any idea that there is anything at all wrong with what was said here.         He even thought he was accommodating the latest politically-correct jargon by saying “man of color;” as proud of himself as a third grader eating a booger. Brother, if you’re now reading this, “of color” encompasses black people, Latinos, Native Americans, Asians, and anyone else who is non-white — the term you were looking for is “black.”

Notice he wasn’t at all empathetic over the thought of the black man not getting ANY dressing. And he was just fine with his own dressing being scrapings from the sides of the pan, AS LONG AS he thought those scrapings were the very last of the dressing and he “got his first” and the black man didn’t get any.

He was only upset when a fresh pan was located and his “me first” greed had already filled his own plate with sub-par scrapings.

His blood pressure was boiling because the black man had ended up with the better dressing that he, in his whiteness, felt HE deserved.

I can say, with no doubt whatsoever, if I had been in his shoes and knew the black man beside me wanted dressing too, I would have turned to him and said, “you wanna split what’s left?” and then told the Deli clerk to give each of us a plate of the scrapings, instead of me getting two plates of scrapings and him getting none.

And in this particular case, I would have been rewarded by the discovery of a fresh pan of dressing, so I and the black man would have both received one plate of scrapings and one plate of fresh dressing.

I do that sort of thing all the time. The Golden Corral buffet I go to almost nightly has about a 90% black customer base. If I am at the bar dipping food onto my plate, there is usually a black person behind me waiting for the ladle.

I love fried chicken, especially dark meat, especially legs. If I’m at the chicken tray and I see some black children behind me, I will skip over the legs I really want and get a thigh because I have, many times, heard parents explaining to disappointed children that there are no more legs.

Yesterday I went by Golden Corral and made three to-go New Year’s Day plates to take to my parents. We had black-eyed peas, turnip greens, chicken livers, cornbread and raw purple onions.

But a similar thing happened. There were three pieces of cornbread on the bar. I needed all three. But a black woman was behind me, so I only got two and left the third. I was rewarded by the man behind the counter asking if I needed more. He brought out a fresh cake of cornbread, sliced it like pizza and drizzled clarified butter on it.

I’ve gone to that Ingles in Carrollton twice since I read that post. First times I had ever been in the store.

It was clean and well-lit and items arranged immaculately on the shelves.

And in despair I bowed my head "There is no peace on earth," I said For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote these words when his son was terribly injured fighting for the North in the Civil War.

This is what caused the Civil War.

This is what caused the Confederacy to rise again beginning with the election of Barack Obama.

This is what led to the election of Trump.

This is what led to the Insurrection a year ago.

Hate.

It both defines and mocks evangelicalism.

It’s right in front of us, in black and white. 

The Great White Fear is “the blacks are taking over.”

EVERYTHING else, is in some way related to that fear.

All the way down to the last pan of dressing.

- Cree Hardegree

[cockmcstuffins]

alright so now i’m subjecting you all to my opinions on the new film red casual outfits because what am i if not the occasional one piece design critic so in order of worst to best we have

zoro: again my man is wearing joots and yes it’s entirely possible it’s the same situation as his year one outfit where they just don’t draw the line clear and concise between pants and boots but paired with the shirt that looks less like a shirt and more like a wayward drifting bag he lifted his arms up and let fall onto his body i am not putting it past him. all their attempts from recent movies to make him look ‘cool and effortless’ are translating more into ‘no one on the crew can get him into more clothes than necessary much like a baby and/or toddler and they just put on as few articles of clothing as they can get him into in order to be considered legally decent enough to appear in public’ but everyone owes me ten bucks if that shirt becomes a tearaway because she’s holding on by a thread she’s struggling she is clinging

sanji: i am yet again denied ‘sanji in a cardigan’ for the upteemth time in a row and as the hate crimes continue so does the god awful combo of SALMON BOAT SHORTS and a blazer in a true testament to my-parents-own-a-boat-and-it’s-my-personality fashion in a nausea-inducing pastel ketchup and mustard a la carte a la fart look. i have seen this man, i have encountered this man, i can name a time/date/name and place and my friends will know exactly who i am talking about. there is a crate and barrel with this man’s name on it, there is a california pizza kitchen he should be vaping near. and yes i am not ignoring the scarf he appears to have tucked into his hane’s t-shirt like he’s trying to appropriate the ascot. you are not peter facinelli’s carlise, you will never be peter facinelli’s carlisle, and peter facinelli’s carlisle i am so sorry an ugly bitch would ever do this to you.

nami: boring! sorry but we’ve seen this combination of bikini top/indistinguishable short bottom either skirt or shorts/heels so many times on nami since post time-skip that it seems like that’s actually just her skin and she’s some kind of eldritch sex horror alien who can’t make interesting fashion choices because the design team is legally obligated to draw her with her cooter and pooter on full fucking display. with the music festival/concert theme, we could have seen a myriad of interesting fashion choices for her but instead we get the same shit, different color of an outfit that oddly has schoolgirl vibes between a plaid skirt and a button-up shirt tied around her waist that i’m 90% sure is an accessory recycled from the previous movie. it’s also in a starfish orange or kroger brand salmon that feels like the most disingenuous choice because it’s just her usual color scheme but watered down. disappointed, but not surprised. also her boots look like watering cans i hate when they give them those fucking shoes.

luffy: if anybody has a same-outfit syndrome it’s luffy and that has been the case for the past 20+ years of one piece if there’s a way luffy can wear jean shorts and shirts he will wear jean shorts and shirts if there is a way he can manage to wear jeans shorts and shirts at his own wedding, funeral, sojourn past the pearly gates i have it on good authority he will do exactly that THAT BEING SAID it’s light, it’s airy, it’s giving me fun, it’s giving me day out and while i am sure the vest has some other purpose and may be a different accessory i am picturing it as his equivalent of a fanny pack or old man fishing vest like he’s got juice boxes in that thing or he’s got adderal he’s got whatever is going to get him through this concert/festival and god bless him honestly we love a consistent king

chopper: i can never be mad at any of the choices for chopper because he seems to fit a very specific niche for the design team because he’s a fucking reindeer but it’s not uncommon for his outfit in his brain point form to be completely indiscernible as anything other than jacket and shorts until he happens to switch to heavy point or another form and then we can see the crimes. i’m not mad i’m just unimpressed with yet another modified theme hat, accessories out the wazoo he’s definitely not going to be able to hold onto (or the animators won’t bother to make him hold onto as the movie goes), and what appears to just be a thematic mess that speaks to nothing about chopper as a character. she’s a bit bland is all i’m saying, your honor, she can do better!

usopp: another theme case where usopp’s outfits are either completely unique or (still unique) but ruled entirely by the theme of the movie. we don’t hate that for him we love to see it actually, but the kiss party city costume is exactly that- a clear and deliberate reference, nothing that really gives his character anything extra, and a fucking eyesore amidst the rest of the team and that’s definitely on purpose. usopp will either lose pieces of this outfit as the movie plays or the change into their end-game outfits will be super quick because i really don’t see him holding onto this one outside of the visual gimmick/gag it’s supposed to provide. but you know what it’s camp and he even technically has a cod piece so yes this is higher up on the list than the others fuck you.

robin: another boring one sorry about it! i like the leather jacket and i like the attempt at asymmetry with the two different boots and the leg accessory but it’s very much a casual concert goer look and too grounded in realism for a one piece movie outfit when paired with the rest of her crewmates in this batch. i have no problems with this outfit on its own, i would make no changes, but if she could have had any other outfit she wouldn’t be the same missed opportunity as nami. like it’s a fucking concert and the design team just went frozen and made our two female crew members pretty and practical. robin could have had any number of face paint designs or hair accessories or spikes or leather or anything and we got like. a sundress to cover her absolute lack of existing ass or pelvic bones.

franky: i can’t fault franky for being what is probably the one character the design team has fun with every time without fail but the beatbox is the same gimmicky, won’t last very long or won’t feature super prominently because it’s too hard to draw look that we’ll probably see with usopp. as an unfortunate side effect this is giving me less music festival and more optimus prime but like a shitty cardboard optimus prime someone made in the 1980s in their basement because transformers was cool but their mom didn’t want to get the store bought costume and if they showed up to trick or treating without it they would be mocked endlessly at the 4th grade water cantina. and his expression in most of the promo art is not not giving me that? so i dunno man

brook & jinbe: perfection as usual. glad to see jinbe is joining brook in impeccable design for the movies club. i have no notes.

[leafcabbage]

hi hello, ask game

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

💡 What’s the weirdest thing you’ve been inspired by?

hi hi!

☀️ - a lot of comments have made my day! i still remember the first comment i ever got, it was basically about looking forward to what comes next and not liking dream, and it was so exciting. just seeing that certain people have commented makes me really happy because they're regular commenters (you are one of them just btw). i love seeing that people have guessed some stuff about characters, lerlah was the first one to call that ranboo had a tbi and i was so excited that i immediately messaged them and look where we are now. you actually also mentioned something in a comment where i was like "fuck yeah youre already picking up on what im putting down!" and that stuff is just so cool. i just love interacting with y'all all of it makes me so happy. every comment notif makes me :D :D :D

💡 - oh boy i know i have a lot and i cant think of half of them. i had an anxiety attack/sensory overload at a kroger which inspired the target chapter. uhhhh the opening name/pronoun/thing youre proud of or whatever in chapter one is straight out of the senate stuff i actually did (not weird obviously but im having a hard time thinking of stuff). a lot of weirder inspiration has been for stuff way down the line, so i cannot speak on it smh smh

[queenlua]

ace attorney drink headcanons

franziska von karma:  one of those intimidating people who always drinks martinis and never spills a drop

athena cykes:  oh god, poor kid.  everything i was drinking at that age: cosmos, lemon drops, moscato, basically whatever on the menu has bright saturated colors and high enough ABV to kill me

maya fey:  she is the brave soul who always orders the most batshit-sounding thing on the menu.  clarified milk?  earl gray tea?  turkey stock?  chartreuse?  all valid cocktail ingredients in her book!

also, she’s lucky as hell, so instead of getting stuck drinking something that tastes like shoe, everyone asks to try what she ordered, and It’s Insanely Good Actually, and she gets to smugly watch as everyone else orders the same thing

more under the cut—

phoenix wright:  maya occasionally bullies him into ordering the most batshit-sounding thing on the menu, except whenever he does it, he ends up ruefully drinking something that tastes like shoe.  rip.

in general his preferences are very flexible, and he’s never bothered to figure out what’s Actually Good, so his liquor cabinet is this ridiculous mix of Actually Very Nice Stuff that people have gifted him, as well as Whatever Was On Sale At Kroger That Week, and he has no idea which is which so he just throws out a random assortment whenever company’s over

miles edgeworth:  a wine snob, obviously, but to everyone’s surprise he’s not a French Wines Or Bust kinda guy.  instead, he actually did a bunch of tedious research on the most promising but presently-underproducing wine regions nearby, and got memberships at like ten different wineries.  turns out, he was right, and now everyone in Paso Robles loves him & knows him by name & also all the bottles he’s had aging in his cellar for the past decade are now worth $$$, because he’s just got that good of taste.  he judges you if you go on a trip to Napa, that place is so overrated nowadays, but he at least has the grace to judge you silently. 

the first time he spends the night at Phoenix’s place, he peeks in the cupboard and sees a couple of those supersize bottles of Yellowtail moscato and/or some Franzia, and he nearly ends the relationship right there.  like, god, Phoenix, college has been over for ten years, have some standards

kristoph gavin:  also a wine snob, but of the French Wines Or Bust variety.  at some kind of office Christmas party, Kristoph and Edgeworth end up having a “casual” chat about wines, and it turns out they disagree on nearly everything, and also, Kristoph was radiating some Menacing Vibes, and honestly this dumb wine chat, more than anything, convinces Edgeworth that Phoenix is onto something.  this Kristoph dude is messed up.  who doesn’t enjoy a good cabernet sauvignon.  who.

simon blackquill:  the first time Simon ever goes to a bar, he excitedly asks for a Samurai Spirit.  the bartender naturally asks “what the hell is that,” Simon explains that it’s totally a real cocktail recipe he found on the internet, and the bartender insists he’s never heard of it.  no worries; Simon spent yesterday googling all the weebiest drinks he can think of.  maybe they have this one very high-end unfiltered sake?  nope.  what about a Bushido Blast?  nada.   what about a Peregrine?  buddy do we look like the kind of bar that keeps fancy liqueurs just lying around?  look, let me just make you a rum & coke because i got other customers to deal with, buddy.

naturally, Simon’s so put out by the whole experience he declares drinking to be bullshit for a while.  eventually Athena takes him to some bar that’s running a weeb-based menu during the local comic con, and Simon knows true joy again

...i can also imaging him going through an expensive scotch phase, just to be difficult.  (ever had that asshole at your party who’s like Actually I Only Drink Glenfiddich 18 Or Better?  yeah.  infuriating!)

apollo justice:  Apollo was a teetotaler for most of law school, until one Saturday night, when the stress was just Too Much, and he said “fuck it” and went to a big loud stupid party with people he only kinda liked.  he proceeded to drink way too much, and thus spent an entire evening/early morning/midday at the altar of the porcelain god, which convinced him Never Again.

he eventually got over it and now drinks a bit socially, but not often and not much.  it turns out alcohol really hates him.  he gets hungover as shit on, like, three beers.  poor dude

gumshoe: my fave salt-of-the-earth dude drinks Budweiser and/or Asahi, like a true red-blooded Japanifornian

i don’t have good ideas for Mia beyond “god, she’s so cool, just the coolest stuff you can think of,” nor do i have good ideas for Klavier (like, German beers? but that feels way too lazy/uncreative?), nor for Godot (are there... coffee cocktails?), so, suggestions welcome!

[petty-revenge-stories]

Throw a cup of ice at my head after almost hitting me, okay. I’ll tell your mom when I randomly to run into a week later.

So. I 22F was driving home from Kroger a couple weeks ago, and was turning right on a very busy road. The light was green for me, and even had the green left signal, so I know nobody was in the right to have almost hit me. I get mid way through my turn and this red honda almost slammed right into my driver door. He ran the red light and I instantly slammed my brakes. My car is old and beat up as fuck, so it barely stopped and literally was smoking from the tires because of how abruptly I had to stop. Normally I honk my horn at asshole drivers, but I was too shocked to even do anything. I had lost a friend to a nasty wreck years ago and I immediately froze up thinking about what had happened.

Well. This lady in a red minivan was not too shocked to do nothing, and immediately began laying on her horn and screaming at the guy in the honda, who got out of his car (we were all at a red light now and I was still far behind him because I was honestly scared of his driving) and started pointing his hand in the form of a gun shape at this lady screaming “I’ll fucking kill you bitch swear to god” said “get out of the fucking car” etc. I was completely horrified at this point. While he was distracted, I did snap a pic of the license plate. He got back in the car and began driving right next to the lady screaming the whole time. She cut over two lanes and tried to turn right on another street and I turned right behind her, I saw she had two small children in the backseat and wanted to follow her to let her know I had his plate number. I didn’t even realize this guy was following both of us.

The lady and I both came to a WIDE two lane stop sign and she got ready to turn right and I began telling her “Hey! I have his plates!!” and out of fucking NOWHERE this guy flies between us in the middle of the lane lines and chucked a full cup of ice at ME??? He then took off and the lady flew after him. At that point I was too scared to follow and turned right instead. I pulled over and called the local police to let them know that there was a guy recklessly driving and threatening a woman and her children, and that he had thrown ice at my head in traffic. They took all the info including the plates and let me know they’d be in contact.

One week later, I was at Burger King getting food in the same side of town and I see the red honda. I looked at the photo I had and knew it was the same one. My car is very identifiable because of the stickers so I got ready to just leave before he saw, and to my surprise, a middle aged blonde woman got out of the car. I asked her if this was her car, It was. she said her name was on the title and asked why. I said “do you have a son? Because a young man with dark hair and a beard threw ice at me while chasing a woman and her children through traffic.” she said she didn’t have a son and started to walk away. she instantly came back and asked if a younger girl with pink hair was with him and I said yes. I remember them both screaming at the minivan lady. She came over to the car and asked if I had a license plate number and I showed her. I also told her I had made a report because I was worried for the lady he was fighting with in the minivan.

Turns out. This is her daughter and her “lazy ass” boyfriend. She tells me that she only lets them drive the car in Harrison (the town she works) while she is working so they can do doordash and pay for groceries at their house. They are both grown and live rent free. I told her where it happened which was in a whole other town, and she began fuming. Going on about how she’s told her daughter not to let this guy drive that car, she’s told them not to smoke cigs in the car before, she’s found cig butts and blunts in her car and the boyfriend has actually wrecked before and hit somebody resulting in the Mom having to deal with it because the car is in her name. She tells me that was it for her. I asked what she meant and she held up a finger to tell me to hold on, and dialed a phone number. This lady started screaming her head off to her daughter telling her it’s time to pack her shit up, and the boyfriends and get the fuck out of her house. She told them they had till 10pm to be gone or she’d be coming back with the same police I made a report to, and that she knows they threw a mcdonald’s cup of ice at somebody, and almost hurt another woman and her children.

I was in complete shock. I apologized for having told the police since it’s her car and she said she didn’t care and was glad I did, that she’d deal with it later. Moral of the story? Don’t drive your girlfriends mom’s car without her permission, almost wreck, assault someone in traffic, and continue to recklessly drive.

TL:DR - a guy almost hit me with his car, threw a cup of ice at me and threatened a woman and her children for honking. i ran into his girlfriends mom driving the same car and told her, and she kicked them both out of her house.

(source) story by (/u/thebridgexx)

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

So Thanksgiving isn't a huge thing in our family because nobody likes turkey & everyone has multiple family branches to visit, but Grandma still likes the family to sorta gather. She's finally come to terms with the fact that our family isn't a tight knit sort of family that enjoys gathering, but wants to see everyone, so we do a buffet style thing with apps & sides with a loose gathering time.

However Grandma is 82 & the last couple years hasn't been up to the task of doing the food, so Dad & I have been doing it. This year, The Spawn wanted to do it with my assistance. The 3 of us got together & made a list of dishes and a grocery list.

Monday night Dad had to go to the store for stuff anyway so he took my list. Now, for the last 6 or 7 months our local Kroger has been having problems stocking items. Like, a LOT. So he got most of the stuff on the list but The Spawn & I were going to hit Target the next night for the rest.

As I was unpacking what he got to double check, I stumbled upon something that I wasn't aware existed.

So at first glance, it's a carton of green grapes. But then you pop one in your mouth & you realize that the grapes have been engineered to taste faintly of COTTON CANDY.

I made Dad eat one without any context or warning. He chewed... his face contorted... and finally he said "What the fuck?" When I explained, he said "Oh. Damn. I thought 'Cotton Candy' was like... the grower's brand name. Not a flavor. Grapes shouldn't be flavored."

Now don't get me wrong, they aren't bad if you aren't expecting a regular grape but they aren't suitable for my fruit salad.

[pettyrevenge-base]

Throw a cup of ice at my head after almost hitting me, okay. I’ll tell your mom when I randomly to run into a week later.

So. I 22F was driving home from Kroger a couple weeks ago, and was turning right on a very busy road. The light was green for me, and even had the green left signal, so I know nobody was in the right to have almost hit me. I get mid way through my turn and this red honda almost slammed right into my driver door. He ran the red light and I instantly slammed my brakes. My car is old and beat up as fuck, so it barely stopped and literally was smoking from the tires because of how abruptly I had to stop. Normally I honk my horn at asshole drivers, but I was too shocked to even do anything. I had lost a friend to a nasty wreck years ago and I immediately froze up thinking about what had happened.

Well. This lady in a red minivan was not too shocked to do nothing, and immediately began laying on her horn and screaming at the guy in the honda, who got out of his car (we were all at a red light now and I was still far behind him because I was honestly scared of his driving) and started pointing his hand in the form of a gun shape at this lady screaming “I’ll fucking kill you bitch swear to god” said “get out of the fucking car” etc. I was completely horrified at this point. While he was distracted, I did snap a pic of the license plate. He got back in the car and began driving right next to the lady screaming the whole time. She cut over two lanes and tried to turn right on another street and I turned right behind her, I saw she had two small children in the backseat and wanted to follow her to let her know I had his plate number. I didn’t even realize this guy was following both of us.

The lady and I both came to a WIDE two lane stop sign and she got ready to turn right and I began telling her “Hey! I have his plates!!” and out of fucking NOWHERE this guy flies between us in the middle of the lane lines and chucked a full cup of ice at ME??? He then took off and the lady flew after him. At that point I was too scared to follow and turned right instead. I pulled over and called the local police to let them know that there was a guy recklessly driving and threatening a woman and her children, and that he had thrown ice at my head in traffic. They took all the info including the plates and let me know they’d be in contact.

One week later, I was at Burger King getting food in the same side of town and I see the red honda. I looked at the photo I had and knew it was the same one. My car is very identifiable because of the stickers so I got ready to just leave before he saw, and to my surprise, a middle aged blonde woman got out of the car. I asked her if this was her car, It was. she said her name was on the title and asked why. I said “do you have a son? Because a young man with dark hair and a beard threw ice at me while chasing a woman and her children through traffic.” she said she didn’t have a son and started to walk away. she instantly came back and asked if a younger girl with pink hair was with him and I said yes. I remember them both screaming at the minivan lady. She came over to the car and asked if I had a license plate number and I showed her. I also told her I had made a report because I was worried for the lady he was fighting with in the minivan.

Turns out. This is her daughter and her “lazy ass” boyfriend. She tells me that she only lets them drive the car in Harrison (the town she works) while she is working so they can do doordash and pay for groceries at their house. They are both grown and live rent free. I told her where it happened which was in a whole other town, and she began fuming. Going on about how she’s told her daughter not to let this guy drive that car, she’s told them not to smoke cigs in the car before, she’s found cig butts and blunts in her car and the boyfriend has actually wrecked before and hit somebody resulting in the Mom having to deal with it because the car is in her name. She tells me that was it for her. I asked what she meant and she held up a finger to tell me to hold on, and dialed a phone number. This lady started screaming her head off to her daughter telling her it’s time to pack her shit up, and the boyfriends and get the fuck out of her house. She told them they had till 10pm to be gone or she’d be coming back with the same police I made a report to, and that she knows they threw a mcdonald’s cup of ice at somebody, and almost hurt another woman and her children.

I was in complete shock. I apologized for having told the police since it’s her car and she said she didn’t care and was glad I did, that she’d deal with it later. Moral of the story? Don’t drive your girlfriends mom’s car without her permission, almost wreck, assault someone in traffic, and continue to recklessly drive.

TL:DR - a guy almost hit me with his car, threw a cup of ice at me and threatened a woman and her children for honking. i ran into his girlfriends mom driving the same car and told her, and she kicked them both out of her house.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[biblio-bitch]

Detroit Evolution: Part 1

To clarify, this is only PART of the analysis I’ve done, I have over 2k words I believe. Link to the film is at the end. Have fun! 

For the sake of anyone who doesn’t want to read a bunch of me rambling I’ll add a keep reading break. Warning! Spoilers ahead. This includes bits from livestreams I’ve watched in addition to the film itself. This is only as late as it is because now I’ve told everyone I know irl so it’s Internet Time.

Here’s an actor list with names, roles, and Instagram handles! I’ll post this with each part for the sake of anyone who doesn’t know.

Actor list:

Maximilian Kroger - Nines (@ maximiliankroger)

Christopher (Chris) Trindade - Gavin (@ trindabago)

Michael Smallwood - Chris Miller (@ michaelsmallwoodforever)

Carla Kim - Tina Chen (@ carlahkim)

Jillian Geurts - Ada (@ jilbobaggins_nyc)

Michelle Iannantuono - The Almighty (@ octopunkmedia)

JJ Goller - Lazzo (@ quasar.cos)

Brett Mullen - Cinematographer (@ brettmullendirector)

Austin Butts - Sound Design (@ austinbytts)

Tiare Solis - Valerie (@ tiareleiana)

People are...complicated. *Looks Zen Garden!Gavin up and down*

SWITCHED COLOR SCHEMES FROM ZEN GARDEN TO CAR SCENE, Nines wearing a white coat where he wore only black in the Garden, Gavin wearing dark colors where his shirt was white

Gavin holding Nines’ arm through the crowd, gotta protect the bf.

HIS SHIRT COLLAR IS UNBUTTONED OOP

“Y’all have a nice day” wasn’t supposed to make it in but it did and that’s AMAZING

Nines’ smug look after “Don’t you fuckin’ dare” what a smug bastard, I love him.

On that note, the slight distortion in Nines’ imitations. Small detail, makes it so much cooler.

Chris waves off Gavin when Parker approaches them. He already knows who he is.

They put Jillian’s (Ada’s) Name over the android model, foreshadowing??? I read too much into things.

SHARK MUG SHARK MUG

Gavin’s flippy phone case when he gets up to go look at the black market

Nines’ little sigh as Gavin walks away. He looks so sad :( give him a hug

Chris probably sitting on the other end of the phone during the “What would make you feel something” scene like “bro what the fuck”

The small spinning detail in Nines’ LED, it’s like a tiny sliver of it that’s slightly darker spinning around it. It’s in the canon LEDs so it’s cool that they did that.

LISTEN THANK TUMBLR FOR THIS ONE: Nines found Gavin’s scars “charming” (quote: “As charming as your scars are detective, I do not need my honor defended.”) and when he’s describing how he experiences physical attraction, he says “...I suppose I could fixate on certain aspects of their appearance that I find charming.” Aka he is absolutely SMITTEN with this self-destructive dork and I am IN FOR THE FUCKING RIDE.

film link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apUn-YMMdZ8

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS When You're Arguing in Public

This is dumb

Warnings: smut and fluff

Word Count: 1948

Namjoon (RM)

If he pisses you off he'll try to reason with you, either tell you that he's sorry or try to convince you he's right in an infuriatingly calm and even tone

He might seem like he's patronizing you but he doesn't mean to

If you piss him off one of two things happen depending on how mad he is

If he's just irritated or annoyed he'll be a passive aggressive little shit

If he's big mad he'll get scary quiet

He will absolutely not get loud with you in public or allow you to get loud

If you try him he will straight walk away from you

He's the "We'll talk about it at home" type

His voice gets real low and deep when he's big mad

"I SAID we'll talk about it at home."

He gets only a little loud, very controlled

In private he's focused on reasoning with you and is not the type to get irrational if he is wrong (in his mind) he'll admit it and apologize

Low-key sexy af when he's big mad

In private he might just stop you from yelling by kissing you senseless

Angry sex

You sometimes lowkey pick a stupid fight with him so he'll fuck you into next week

He cannot stay mad after sex so it's a common solution

He'll straight bring you breakfast in bed with a rose the next morning

Jin

Like Joon, he'll try to reason with you if he makes you mad and try to joke around and be cute in order to tempt you with that face

If you're not having it though you being mad will make him mad

When he's mad he will call your ass out in front of God and everybody

When he gets big mad he does not give a single fuck

Y'all really out here yelling at each other in the middle of the grocery store over peaches

"Peaches ARE fucking melons and I'll tell you why-"

Loud af

If you try to walk away or ignore him he will be fucking livid and get louder

"No, we're not talking about it at home we will talk about it right fucking here!"

Total opposite of Namjoon gets high-key irrational

Has never been wrong, ever, in his whole life

Even if he is proven wrong he'll find a way to make himself right

Goes on a whole rant about why peaches should be considered melons

Big mad Jin is really exactly the same

In private if you try to walk out he might try to block you physically from leaving like "Hey we are gonna finish this."

Will not stop talking about it and does not like to give you space to cool off

If you kiss him during a fight he'll forget why he was mad and dick you down

Jin won't buy you shit bc he's always right after all but he does cook your favorite meal for dinner that night

Yoongi (Suga)

If you're mad and giving him shit he will allow you exactly 3 minutes before he leaves your ass standing there and walks off

If you follow him still talking he will act like he doesn't know you

If you try him he will drive off and leave your ass in the parking lot (he'll come back a minute later like "you gonna stop being a brat or?")

Cue you attempting to walk home pissed the fuck off while he drives slowly alongside you yelling for you to get the fuck in the car

If he's irritated or annoyed he'll snap at you but it won't go further than that until you're in private

You'll think he's over it and then like 2 hours later as soon as y'all walk in the house he'll be like "And another thing!"

If he gets big mad he doesn't give any fucks and blows up one good time but then gets real quiet

Will say some mean shit in the heat of the moment he goes for the jugular

The type to throw or break shit when he's big mad in private not at you or anything just he gets real hot

If he is arguing with you and then gets quiet, you done fucked up

He might not talk to you for 2 full days if he's mad enough

Does not actually have a short fuse it takes a good bit to get him big mad

Lots of cursing during arguing but will never call you a name

He will straight not allow you to kiss him during a fight like no bitch he won't give you the opportunity to distract him he's right goddamnit

If you do manage to get him worked up he will fuck you without even looking at you

It's hot but after it's over he'll ignore you for a while

Holds a fucking grudge like 2 weeks later you'll snap at him and he'll be like "Oh, remember that time-"

He'll only buy you flowers or gifts to make up if he really thinks he fucked up if you were just being dramatic he ain't buying you shit

He will be extra cuddly for a few days though he thinks he's tough but he's soft

Hoseok (J-Hope)

If you get mad at him he's the cutest boy alive just teasing you and being adorable

Will apologize first even if he is right

If you stay mad he'll just follow you around the store like a puppy all apologetic and pouty

He'll get annoyed and maybe say something snappy

He's loud in general but he won't raise his voice to you in anger

Real hard to stay mad at him

It's so hard to make him mad, like he'll put up with a lot of shit

Never holds a grudge, never remembers why either of you were mad

Will block out the whole thing like nothing happened

He's the one to kiss you when you're yelling

It's him distracting you with sex instead of the other way around bc he only stays mad for like 30 seconds max

Takes him forever to get big mad

If he gets mad enough to go silent it's over, y'all breaking up

Will apologize even if it's your fault and buy you gifts to apologize

Taehyung (V)

Will not argue with you

Just...will not. You cannot make him he will just apologize and smile and be cute until you get over it

If you make him mad you won't even know it at first he'll be a little snappy and passive aggressive

You have to piss him off to even get him to tell you what's wrong

Also cries when you do you start sniffling and he does too even if he's big mad

Weak to your tears he'll apologize immediately even if you're just angry crying

If things get heated in public he might have a mini outburst and yell but he'll feel so bad about it later

Like you were the one being an irrational bitch and he's begging your forgiveness

If you stay mad at him very long he WILL cry

So concerned about you and why you got angry if you tell him you were being irrational he will still think it's his fault

Wants to know why so he won't do it again he hates you being mad at him

Will worry you'll break up with him if you argue too much so will treat you gently after a fight for days

If he gets big mad, which is near impossible, his voice goes real real deep and lowkey scary

You're like: mark me down as scared AND horny

Has the longest fuse of all time it's an act of Congress to make this sweetie really angry

You can't have angry sex with him bc he doesn't stay mad long and as soon as you kiss him he's all sweet and happy again

Won't even remember why he was mad if it was a little fight

If he gets real big mad he will hold a grudge he will bring that shit up on his deathbed but since you'd basically have to fuck someone right in front of him to get him that mad it's a moot point

Will buy you something mad extravagant after a fight

Jimin

If you get mad he'll try to kiss it better

If you won't let him he'll get pouty af

If you stay mad that'll make him mad

If he's just annoyed he'll be the bitchiest bitch

God, such a drama queen

Angry tears

He'll be yelling at you and wiping tears away

"Well if you hate me so much why are you even with me?!"

"Jimin why are you crying in Kroger right now?"

"I'm not fucking crying!"

Loud af

He has a short fuse he'll blow up over nothing but it doesn't last long

Not afraid to argue in public, that's for sure

People will really be taking video of y'all crying and yelling in Kroger for a vine

He gets over it fast like five minutes later he's hugging you in the dairy aisle

When he gets big big mad he won't cry and will get the scariest look on his face

Gets that deep Satoori voice out

It's rare that he ever gets that mad though if he does he's probably mad jealous or literally y'all are about to break up

Do not try him when he's that kind of mad he doesn't hold a grudge over little fights but if things get bad he really will be salty for a full week

The only way angry sex happens is if he's big big mad and it's some shit they should write down in the history books your legs are shaking for hours

But to get to that point it takes so much it rarely happens

He'll lowkey worry that you'll leave him if he gets mad enough to break some shit so he'll be super sweet to you when he calms down

If he's in the wrong or not he'll make it up to you with cuddles and gifts for days

Jungkook

You getting mad will make him mad

Has the shortest fuse off all the boys

In public he won't make a scene but he gets bitchy quick

Another "We'll talk about it at home," type but unlike Namjoon if you try him he will be like "look, fuck you"

And then it's on and y'all are yelling in the middle of the ice cream aisle

Little mad and big mad are all the same

Even worse than Yoongi he will cut you deep saying some cruel shit

Lowkey angry tears like he's fighting them but his eyes are watering

It makes him so livid if he actually does cry during a fight like he gets 10x madder

Will get mad enough to walk off and leave you standing there but will wait for you in the car, seething

Y'all fight in the car for an hour before he drives home

He's like "FINE" and you're like "FINE" and he peels out of the parking lot driving like a madman

Goes one of two ways when you get home

Either he ignores you for two hours and then comes to you shame faced and apologizing

Or he grabs you and it's ON

I'm talking like breaking headboards angry sex and Jungkook can get mad a lot so y'all have broken a lot of headboards

He'll lowkey still be mad after y'all fuck though

He's so sweet when he calms down though even if the fight was your fault he'll apologize and buy you flowers

[naomixhill]

21 August 2020

Push me to the edge All my friends are dead

Even with the passage of time, this remains the worst day of the year for me. Each year has its own twist on this day, but the pain is always there ricocheting through every ligament of my body.

Today, I wake up to a soaked pillowcase at 5:30 a.m. and can’t get back to sleep. I pace around the living room as a quiet river continues to flow down my face. After several failed attempts for rest, I throw on a pair of camo Nike Pro Spandex shorts, a green sports bra, and hit the gym. Lately, when I’m not getting high, I am running my endorphins up to feel. I guess no matter what we do in life, it is all just a measure to relieve pain. So, I take two scoops of pre-workout, and hit the gym. My heart is unsteady, and its palpitations mirror little earthquake foreshocks. When I get to the gym, I hardly stretch and begin with ninety-five pound deadlifts. As I struggle, I tell myself no one is great who has not experienced great pain. And I believe that. Passion gets you to the table, but it is the pain that is the driving force behind anyone who has accomplished monumental things. And so I finish my deadlifts and move onto sets of forty push-ups. I am in excruciating pain by the third set. And thereafter, I run; and it is here, on a treadmill of a LA Fitness, green and black streaks run down my vision until I can’t see. The last thing I recall is flying off the treadmill, and hitting the wall behind me, hard.

When I wake up, I am confused and there is a man hovering over me asking me if I’m alright. I can hear the words, but it takes me a moment before I understand. The back of my head is bleeding. He is talking fast, explaining that I fell and they’ll call an ambulance, but before he finishes his thought, I am standing up and walking toward the door. I am tripping over my feet, and my ears are ringing. No one tells you that the path to self improvement isn’t linear.

When I get to my car, it is a little after 8 a.m. Little streaks of color burst through my vision, but I ignore them. I realize that I might have a concussion because I have been here before. A flash from Newark, Ohio, 2012, comes back to me from when I jumped off a bridge. I wish I had died that time, but I couldn’t even kill myself properly. So the keys go into the ignition of my shitty little Ford, and I drive to Krogers, the poorest excuse for a grocery store that the midwest could offer. But I have come to this Krogers for almost ten years to buy the same yellow flowers from the same old lady, and I will likely continue to do so until either she or I dies.

I am not sure how I got here because I can hardly see at this point, but I make it to the shitty industrial westside of the city. This area was never vibrant, but up until the 1980s, there were factories here once. Now it is all abandoned buildings, foreclosed homes, fucking horrible gas stations — you might get stabbed, but maybe not — and infested with crime. The income is half and the crime is triple and somehow that always seems to be how it goes. It reminds me of my days in Philadelphia here. Why they decided to bury you here, I will never understand.

But I am here. And, like every year, your grave is covered in leaves and dirt. I often wonder if I am the only one who ever visits you, but I come. And I will always come. I spend a copious amount of time manicuring your headstone, and lay the yellow roses down next to your last name. As I hug your headstone, I prick myself on one of the thorns. It seems right. 

You were a state champion track star, poet extraordinaire, hip hop enthusiast, gentle soul, and truly evil human all wrapped into one. I met you in the summer of 2009 when I was conditioning with the track team. I still had a thick Rhode Island accent in those days, but you liked it. And I was worse at running than I was at speaking, which might not be saying much, but you helped me. Everyday, you trained me, and we built a friendship. You wrote me poems and gave me words of affirmation all the time. You were my biggest advocate.

2009 was hard for me. I was new to Ohio, and I hated the midwest. White people just aren’t normal here, I don’t know how else to say it.  So I gravitated to you and your friends and our track team. And it didn’t take long before there were no two people closer. But once the school year started, the people I was running with told me about you — the things you had done, the people you had been, your perception around the school. You were a senior and off to trade school half the day, but I was going to be there three more years. I needed other people to like me and believe in me even half as much as you did. So I abandoned you and moved on. 

Until I didn’t. On September 4, 2009, we met again at a party. We were both in respective relationships, but it didn’t stop us from kissing in the basement of a multi-million dollar home in a suburb of Columbus, Ohio that shouldn’t exist. I have no idea what possessed us to do that, but we did, and it altered my life. In one second, I lost all my friends. And so, not knowing where to turn, I came back to you and we met the following Monday at the local Starbucks. I had an exam the following day, so you suggested that we studied at your house.

I agreed. But shouldn’t have. Because the moment we walked into your house, I was in a forced grip, dragged upstairs while kicking hard, and screaming as you undressed me. The rest is self explanatory. 

I was on drugs after that, so I don’t remember much at all. But I do remember two years later, when you were shot brutally — 73 fucking times — by the Columbus police. And I do fucking remember you calling me that night for the first time, and I didn’t pick up. And I do remember the memorial in your family’s home, the same one that I had been in all those years ago, and I do remember your mother pointing at me and saying “It’s you. You’re the girl.” And I do remember her taking me to your bedroom and showing me photos of myself scattered across your desk with our shared poetry and letters. So what the fuck.

None of it makes any sense even now.

[prorevenge]

Want to f*ck with my brother? That’s cool, enjoy not going anywhere with your career.

I read a story today that reminded me of something that really pissed me off 4-5 years ago so figured I’d post about it. Not changing any names, because f*ck those people and I hope they see this.

Background: My brother is 3 years older than me and had been working at his first job for about a year before I started working at the same place as my first job. He has the mindset of a 15-16 year old and does not understand jokes. He’s not autistic, but he’s on the spectrum.

Heres where it begins

So my brother was working at this grocery store. I believe it’s only an east coast type of store because no one I’ve met from places towards the west seem to know what it is. Anyways the store is called Kroger. So my brother, who has issues, has been working at this place for a year now as a bagger. He has supervisors over him who are: Skylar (f*ck you), Brandy (f*ck you), Reba (f*ck you), and John (you’re cool). All these supervisors made the same $8.75 as my brother did despite being in a higher position.

So before long, I had started working at this grocery store too and the same people were my supervisors. It didn’t take long to notice the obvious disrespect they were showing my brother and it didn’t take long for it to rub off on me because he’s my brother. They had him doing stupid shit just to get him off the front floor because they found him annoying. They would send him outside to bring in carts when it wasn’t his turn because he didn’t do a good job when it was his turn. Okay, my brother is like 6’2, 120 pounds. He’s a f*cking stick. And this place didn’t have a machine to carry in carts, you’re literally out there for 30 mins pushing these bastards back inside.

So it came to be that he realized these people suck, other than John, and he wanted to be put in a different department. Kevin was in charge of produce, didn’t want him because of how the front end talked about him. Fuck you, Kevin, you could’ve made this whole issue disappear. (Seriously, for any of you like Kevin, don’t judge people before you get to know them, my brother isn’t a bad guy, he’s just not the society’s version of normal)

So then he tried to go to the baking department, f*ck you Margie.

So he went to HR. So this place was part of the Union and they couldn’t just fire him despite their nasty attitudes they had towards him. HR had sat up in the office with my brother and one of the main managers, whose name I can’t remember but he left that store anyways so it doesn’t matter. My brother basically told them the constant disrespect he gets from the supervisors and how it’s really making work life miserable for him. He goes into details about the tasks they make him do that aren’t even in his department of stuff to do. HR is kind of playing the managers side because of course like everyone else, she’s heard about him. And of course like everyone else, she actually doesn’t know him, just know the stories about him.

So HR brings up Skylar, Brandy and Reba. Skylar and Brandy got a strike (which means nothing because they reset like every month anyways) and Rhonda didn’t get shit because she’s head of the floor and gets away with everything, like the time she went and gave the delivery truck guys a hand job.

So, after that, Skylar and Brandy were on a mission to make my brothers life hell. Constantly just up in his shit about stupid things. Constantly making jokes that he doesn’t understand. Everyone else would be laughing and he’d be confused as to why they’re saying those things about him. So I had enough.

I finally quit that job after being there 10 months whenever I had another job lined up. After that, I made it a mission to get all of those people f*cked. I called up the main support line for the stores. It’s usually where customers go to complain but there wasn’t an option for employees to complain so I talked to customer support. I informed them of everything that my brother has been through and the struggles he’s been dealing with there. I informed them of the stupid tasks they have him do just to keep him away from the main floor, and I told them of his disabilities that they are all well aware of. They told me that they would launch an investigation and gave me a case number so I could stay updated.

Well, come to find out that all of those people were banned from working at Kroger and anywhere that Kroger affiliated with.

BONUS they did a deeper investigation into the manager and found out that he’s leaving the store a mess and not properly documenting stuff, so he got the boot as well.

I soon got him hired on at the place where I found a new job at and he likes it a lot more. Still some typical douche bags he deals with still, but not nearly on the same scale as it was.

TL;DR

Fuck with my brother, you’ll be out of a job and anywhere affiliated with that store.

(source) story by (/u/Danalle)

[vstheworld]

STORY TIME

so my least favorite part of being small and female-presenting is going anywhere alone. I’m not an idiot, but my constant crippling anxiety makes me act like one in threatening situations, and my “please do not fuck with me” appearance makes me look like exactly the kind of mark that won’t fuck with cops even if you scare them, which is....accurate, actually. Never had a good experience with cops, never had the motivation to seek the help of one as a result.

So I’m limping back to my car from the immediate care, after being told that not being able to stand on my injured foot means I should just “sit down at work” and no amount of trying to explain my job requirements would convince them to not clear me for work. And because I’m limping, a dude who appeared to be a janitor immediately starts rolling his cart after me, asking what was wrong with my foot. I explained it was a work injury, and he asked if they gave me painkillers. I laughed, because it’s 2019 and I didn’t even bother asking before the nurses told me they don’t do painkiller prescriptions.

Because I’m hobbled and alone, he manages to catch up with me before I can get into my car. Starts asking pretty innocuous questions about the car, tells me his girl was thinking about an electric, how many miles, how much did I pay, etc. It’s important to note that he didn’t bother waiting for answers before he moved on to the next question. this is a common tactic to throw people off for the appaearance of politeness and it set all my fuckin alarms off. Still, I’m alone with a stranger and just answering desperately hoping he’ll leave me alone.

Which he doesn’t, of course. Next tactic, he asks for a rolling paper. I tell him I don’t carry them on me, which is true. He asks if I have some at home. I tell him probably, but I live an hour away (which is not) so that doesn’t do him any good, and they probably sell them at the corner store, the whole time trying to get into my car surreptitiously as possible. He laughs, tells me his girl just got back from Amsterdam, and asks if I have a napkin in my car. Introduces himself as joe and I tell him I’m Natalia, which is also not my real name. I’m an idiot, sure, but I’m not stupid.

I do have a napkin, turns out, and I give it to him, again hoping he’ll leave me alone. He proceeds to pull a chunk of hash right out of his pocket, wrap it in the napkin and hand it back to me, tells me it’s a gift from Amsterdam. I tell him no, for real, he doesn’t have to do that, and try to hand it back. He won’t take it, keeps insisting it’s a gift, it’s a gift, take it. He’s getting forceful about it so I just kind of awkwardly accept and get into my car. Again, I try to hand it back as I’m buckling in and he just goes no, no, just buy me a beer. Which is weird phrasing, again, because we are in the middle of a parking lot, again intended to throw me off. I laugh, because I think he’s joking and try to shut the door. He stops it with his hand, leans in, and says, no longer friendly “I said you can buy me a beer or something.”

I go “uh, what, like right now? I can go get you a beer from Kroger’s...?”

No, I don’t have to do that. Do I have a couple bucks on me? I pull out the crumpled five from my wallet and tell him it’s all I have. Which it is.

Fine, he says. He wants some cigarettes. I tell him I don’t have those on me either, I’m not a habitual smoker. Again, I try to give the hash back, and again he won’t take it. Suddenly he’s jovial and laughing again. It’s a gift, a gift, and he’ll leave me alone if I go buy him some Newports.

That’s a small price to pay to exit this experience, so I agree. We get to the counter at Kroger’s and suddenly it’s “hey, they do cash back here.”

And this is where I had it. This is where I finally snapped out of my dumb people-pleasing what-if-he’s-a-cop autopilot and just went, “Alright man, I’m giving you twenty and we’re done, okay? No Newports, no more anything. Twenty and we’re done.” That, plus the five I had given him, is more than fair price for whatever shit hash I’m sure it was, and I was more pissed than paranoid by this point. He agreed, I gave him twenty bucks, and then went home to have a panic attack in peace.

I just want to be left alone forever Jesus fuck I hate my freeze mode