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[ginkgo-mist]

pushin my salvi/hispanic hashida agenda <3

[soulwillower]

narcissist  • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader)

(title taken by the song narcissist by no rome)

requested:  hi i was wondering if you could do another fan-fiction of bill denbrough x reader and bill used to be friends with the reader until he became popular and started bulling the reader also the other losers are popular too so the reader has no other friends. when ever she comes home shes ussually crying or blaring music oh and her parents only care about there job then there daughter but you can do whatever you want from there

warning: swearing, mentions of shitty parents, mentions of bullying, lil angsty, fluffy ending, unedited and poorly written 

[losers + reader are 16+ in this.]

hi i may come back and edit this bc i think its choppy, also the user that requested this deactivated their account sometime since i last talked to them :( i hope they’re okay <33 this is for them!

2.2k words

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it was one of those days that really should have been fantastic. 

you woke up happy and not tired, you had the chance to actually make it to school on time and grab an apple on your way out the door, your parents even said good-bye to you as you left. and then today at lunch, you were eating on your own and you didn't quite feel as lonely - after that, nobody had come towards you and shoves your shoulder in the hall or knocked your books out of your grasp.

so yeah, it wasn't much but you take what you get, honestly.

and now you're walking home, headphones in your ears and drowning out the world around you as music blares at you from all sides, consuming your thoughts and creating a sense of security that you never found within the walls of your own home nor the halls of your school.

"y/l/n!" a voice barks, and you turn your head quickly, startled as you pull a headphone out of your ear. your stomach falls to your ass as you lock eyes with the only face you didn't want to see staring back at you.

bill denbrough.

he looks completely hazardous as he walks towards you, a teasing smirk on his lips. you already want to cry and he's not even opened his mouth yet - but you know when he does you'll loose the tiny shred of hope you had left for a good day, because he made your life a living hell.

well, you suppose it wasn't really just him, but he certainly didn't help whenever he would snicker at the words uttered by your peers, or the way his mouth seemed to tease you just as much as his eyes did.

and if your life was a silent film, bill had the means to force your world into an array of technicolor screams and and an endless, torturous laugh track that started with a joke at your expense and continued through your day until you ran into your indifferent parents as they stared at their laptop screens and barked work orders into their phones. everything you did, bill's domineering laugh haunted it.

and you know bill could take your silver screen tragedy and turn it into a major motion picture film starring you, the sad delinquent without a caring family and a disputably unappealing social life, and him - the star boy of the town, the dream boat, the handsome devil himself.

he could do that, but instead he just continues his ways, every day hurting your already smashed-out heart and stomping it into a messy pulp on the ground he floats upon.

although despite this, you know he wasn't ever really the one saying it. it doesn't matter, because he stands there and watches as you're berated and sometimes even cracks that brilliant smile of his at a real funny jest at your expense - and that was the most painful part of every day. because you used to be friends. you used to bring that same smile out all the time.

but in a much, much different way.

you and bill had a falling out so long ago that you barely remember what it was like to have him always by your side. all you can remember is feeling the complete opposite of how you now feel - you used to feel so powerful. but you'd gone and lashed out at bill after the stress of your absent parents, resulting in you doing some very terrible things that caused him to abandon you and find new friends.

"d-did you hear me?" he says with a lifted brow, staring down at you with a boldly irritated look. your throat feels dry and you shake your head, "leave me alone, bill." you squeak out, your legs starting to carry yourself faster down the sidewalk towards your neighborhood. but of course, there's that damn laugh again and his long legs carry him back to you effortlessly.

"i s-said, m-mrs. graham told me she lent you a copy of the s-scarlet letter. i need it."

you swivel your head to stare at him. "what." you say, completely unsure of the complete lack of animosity behind his words. is that why he's here? he needs something from you? you want to scream as you let your feet fall against the pavement, nearing closer and closer to your house.

"you r-really are a d-dumbass, aren't you? i said i n-need the book." he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. what's he doing, walking with you right now, asking to borrow a book? he's not your friend, as he reminds you every day, so why is he suddenly trying to act like it? "well i don't have it." you say honestly, "it's in my room. get it from one of your friends." you utter, mind flashing to the faces of the losers who, really, were absolutely not considered losers by a popularity standpoint.

the losers were the life of every party, they were the 'cream of the crop,' they were the most popular kids in school. and as much as you hated to admit it, they were the reason that you weren't friends with bill anymore. you and him were the best of friends when you were younger; your moms had been friends for a long time and when they both had kids the same age, it was like a match made in heaven. so for the first fourteen years of your life, you and bill were close to the point that you somehow fell for him along the way.

which is why it hit even harder when you went to high school and the losers started to pull bill away from you unintentionally. and even the losers didn't mean to do it. other people loved bill because of his charismatic, gently leading nature. they loved him because he was handsome and funny and caring.

and they hated you, so bill had to start conforming to that stereotype. and now, almost four years later, you still flinch when you catch a glimpse of the losers in the hallway or when you meet a certain pair of green eyes.

"n-none of my friends have it, y/n. that's wh-why i'm asking y-you." he insists and you swear you're about to scream or cry. maybe both.

in the end, he follows you to your house and you dig out the scarlet letter.

"fine, i gave it to you, will you leave me alone?" you mumble as you turn to meet bill, who hasn't moved a muscle since grabbing the book. bill huffs beside you, a strange and unexpected silence falling over you as the air changes in the room.

his eyes are swimming over your empty walls and you're suddenly embarrassed because you have no photos of you with friends to hand up. and he can see that. "you ch-changed your r-room." he says next, rocking on his heels.

you're so nervous about what he's going to say that you almost stutter like him. "y-yeah, of course i have since middle school." you reason, looking around and noticing all the ways it's changed since he and you were friends. now the walls are a new color, posters of your favorite bands hanging up, covering the spots where photos of you and bill and even georgie used to hang proudly. you aren't sure where those photos are anymore, but you know they're not here. it still hurts too much to look at them.

"why? i liked it b-before." he says, sounding honest. your heart drops and you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“you’re joking.” you say, arms crossed. he glares at you, the animosity obvious in his green eyes. “you know why i changed it all.” “what, y/n? i don’t know what you want from me.” he snaps and you nearly scream at the irony of his statement. “you’re a narcissistic dick, you know.” you mutter, crossing your arms. and you believe it, which makes it even worse to realize that you still love him, despite that. you sigh, sitting on your bed and dropping your face into your hands.

slowly, the mattress dips beside you and a warm body slides next to you. you look at him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously.

“y/n.” he whispers, but this time his voice is soft and you’re just confused. he looks at you, eyes flickering downwards a few times and confusing you. until he’s leaning forward and his eyes are closing and... oh god -

you jerk your head away from him like he's a hot pan and he opens his eyes and stares at you. you want to fucking sob. "bill, are you kidding?" you whispering, noting how broken you sound to yourself.

your mouth continues before your brain can filter it. "come on. i can put up with the incessant teasing, the rude remarks, the dirty looks. whatever. but if you're going to try and make fun of me in this way..." you trail off, afraid that if you keep going you'll actually cry. he looks lost and nervous.

"can you just leave?" you whisper, avoiding his eyes and picking at the hem of your sleeve.

"y-y/n, but-" he starts but you let out a half sob, "no, bill, this is not funny. this is really fucked up." you say, the words slicing through the air like a sizzling knife.

"its n-not a j-joke." he says quietly, but he stands up and scratches his neck. your eyes snap up to watch him with an apprehensive feeling of hope blossoming in your chest. as he turns to leave, you catch his wrist. he looks at you, cheeks red and a defeated look across his features. "what did you say?" you ask quietly. he just looks at you, as if he doesn't want to say it again.

and you can’t believe he won't willingly say it - because he’s that ashamed.

"you've made my life hell, bill. you can't just act like everything's changed because you tried kiss me just so you could make fun of me." you say, tired of his shit, "you're a terrible person for what you've done, especially if you know that i still have feelings-" you try to cut off your frustrated ramblings but it happens too late and you sigh. "leave." you say simply, dropping his wrist.

he kneels down instead, though, so he can try and meet your downward tilted eyes. "p-please, y/n. i'm s-sorry. i don't want to h-hurt you any-more." he whispers, tears welling in his eyes. you look at him, shocked to hear him sound so vulnerable. you realize you aren't sure when the last time was you heard him sound so sincere.

"i kn-know you can't f-forgive me. i don’t d-deserve that. b-but maybe, one d-day, you'll s-see that i feel r-really awful. a-and i need to make a ch-change." he's saying these words and it's like your world is clicking by one still frame at a time and you realize fleetingly that he's done it - bill denbrough has finally turned your life into a major motion picture.

"so... that-what was-" you stammer and bill shakes his head, leaning closer and gently placing his hand on your jaw. you don't flinch this time.

"i w-wanted to kiss you for r-real, b-because... because i've w-wondered what it would f-feel like for y-years." he says, staring into your eyes. “so i’m s-sorry to put you in th-that situation. i-it’s just a crush, y-you don’t have to w-worry.”

your heart starts flipping as you stare at him, lips parted in shock. "what?" you ask, feeling dumb because no way is this happening.

no way is bill denbrough, the boy who learned just how to make your bad days just a little worse, confessing that he's wanted to kiss you for a while. and no way are you admitting to yourself the same thing.

“i l-like you, i think. i w-want to know you a-again. i hate not talking to you e-every day.” he says, staring into your eyes. you smile lightly, resolve breaking and he beams, happier than you’ve ever seen him.

so yeah, it was one of those days that really should have been fantastic. and as you sigh a shaky breath and lean forward, bill closes the gap with a soft press of his lips to yours and you suddenly dont care what the day should have been, because you have a feeling that what's happening is going to change the course of the rest of your life.

his lips are a presence against yours; a force that knocks the wind out of your chest as his hand caresses your cheek and lightly licks your bottom lip. you’re putty in his hands, and you both know it.

you just have to trust him.

as you pull away, though, you take one look at him and realize that yes, he will wait for you because this is bill, and he will show you how much he cares.

"c-can i stay? p-please." he asks, looking insecure and making you smile softly. "yeah, bill, of course you can."

he smiles fully, pulling you into his chest before rising up to flop on your bread, star fishing and tugging you to lay with him. you laugh slightly, heart pounding just as hard as his own

"we have homework, bill." you state, knowing the boy despite all that you'd been through. he grumbles, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder with red cheeks. your stomach flutters with nerves and butterflies.

[shaechans]

a shaechans fic: unexpected company

to: somni ( @insomni-writing​ ) a merry christmas to you somni!!! anddddd i’ve been your secret santa all this time ahhh i hope you’re surprised. maybe a little???? anyway, apologies in advance cause this is not that good and quite rushed (you may see a few edits after i’ve published ahhh but please pay no mind thanks<3) but i hope you like this. i wrote about a uh uh surprise trope and i know you like horror but i’m not good at those:(( so i wrote this. i also posted a moodboard for this (and one for you special;)) on my other account @a5ahiboyz so check it out!! small note at the end as well yee i talk too much

pairing: lee haechan x somni

genre: strangers! au, fluff, a little angst towards the end and in the middle, kinda boring:((

word count: 3.2k it was supposed to be 2.5k ahhhhhhh

warnings: like one swear word

the evening wasn’t going well for somni. ironic seeing how she was always one to get things done her way or it wasn’t considered an accomplishment to her. but today was...different. it was the day she had met a fellow, claimed master criminal lee haechan.

lee haechan, or by birth, donghyuck—something somni would prefer calling him just to see him clench fists—would be your definition of next door boy. friendly, the type to reach out for cookies with a mischievous grin kinda tune. he carries a lovely, bubbly energy every time he shows his face and is the neighborhood's pride and, at this point, only hope! and he was happy to be so. 

except for the fact that he was an evil genius.

thursday, 24th december  21:11pm

flipping through the fiction section of the bookstore, somni let out a sigh seeing the stock of last ones left alive, a book she had been aching to get her hands on, diminishing each day she’d visit the store. she was running out of motivation to actually get a job, like she had considered a few days, and/or steal anything seeing how she wouldn’t be able to afford it anyway.

sighing yet again, she got herself ready to walk back to her ‘house’. rubbing her palms and blowing hot air into them she prepared for the cold and harsh wind to hit her out of her senses again. as she thought of a hot chocolate to warm her system, a certain book caught her eye from the new release section. turning back around, somni rushed over to read through the summary at the back.

all too focused on the book, she missed to hear the last call for the last of customers at the store. and when she did get back to her senses, she heard the last of the keys jingling as the owner locked the store. somni’s head whipped in the direction of the main door, as she made a run for the door, eyes widening to saucers in realization.

after a minute or so of banging and yanking at the door knob, somni let go, sliding down the door before regretting as the cold wind from the loose end of the door nipped at her skin. she sighed loudly at the thought of spending the night in this cold nightmare of a store. alone. until she heard a voice on the other, back end of the store. picking up a book near her as defense, somni carefully walked over, curiosity getting the best of her.

“um hello-AHHAHHHHHHHHKASJAKJHSSJ” the figure keyboard smashed as somni ran over, in an attack stance before smacking the shadow across the head. the mysterious person was now unconscious on the floor as somni panicked over her actions. the person would come to be the very famous, lee haechan!

somni was born to loving parents and got everything she ever wanted. except she could never be satisfied with whatever it was she did receive. don’t get the girl wrong, what she demanded would be given at her feet, but unfortunate for her parents, as easily satisfied she was, twice the dissatisfaction she would spit. it wasn’t until her father snapped at her and abandoned her by the family cottage just 2 miles away from home. but then again, it wasn’t like somni planned on going back home anyway.

and that’s when the idea of theft inspired somni for the “better”.

thursday, 24th december  21:23pm

it had been a little over fifteen minutes to haechan’s passing out, when somni had managed to find water from the storeroom of the bookstore. cradling water—ice cold water, to which she flinched first but then overcame the numbness—from the now tilted bottle on her left hand into her right, as she straight up splashed water on his face. and when he didn’t respond to that, panicking, tilted the bottle upside down, the water drenching his face and shirt.

at that, the boy gasped sharply, shooting up straight like, similar to his widened from when he experienced literal ice cubes fall on his skin. the two stared at each other for a minute, haechan in utter shock and somni in relief/concern from recovering from the fact that she didn’t murder.

somni was first to turn away, exhaling breath she didn’t she had held. “thank GOD you aren’t dead! i couldn’t be with another one” “whAT?” “NOTHING!” somni yelled, turning around and standing up to get away quickly from the wet and cold scene. haechan needed a few extra minutes to process the situation before getting to his feet too and following her to the main door.

“what are you doing?” jumping slightly and holding onto her heart, somni rolled her eyes as she took note of his presence and choosing to ignore his question, she continued to try her luck unscrewing the door with a hard covered book. that went on for five minutes before she gave up and clicked her tongue, and went on a search to find another tool.

haechan could only watch her move around, hands behind his back as his eyes rested onto the tops of the dusty bookshelves. “do they seriously not clean those? christ!” he exclaimed, pulling out a tissue from his jean pocket and climbing to reach the top part of the shelf.

a loud thud and hard covered books falling was what brought somni out of her trance from staring at the toolbox, in a dilemma with what to choose, her indecisiveness kicking in at a wrong time. running out to see a haechan piled under heavy looking books, somni stifled a laugh before trying to steady her voice “are you okay??”

to see how true of an evil genius haechan would reveal later to be what somni would come to realization a little late. to somni, haechan was a comforting sign that destruction would still present itself in the oblivious way and it made her feel a little less lonely than she would on the daily. so much comfort that it was almost like he was following her. following her enough to know that she needed a reassurance of the other evil present in the world.

somni would start low, with convenience stores and slowly then work her way up to malls and finally, her one and only love: the bookstore round the corner. the smell of newly fresh printed pages—which she would walk by simply to get motivated with her next convenience store raid—is what somni would call motivation. which is why she was currently trapped in a bookstore, past their closing time (as she knew), with her new bestie<33, the one and the only, lee haechan.

thursday, 24th december  21:57pm

“so what exactly were you doing doing here?” somni let the question hang onto the dry silence that was meant to be broken anyway. the pair moved over to the floor after somni helped and laughed and cleaned the books off him and out of the way. somni having given up on finding a way out at this point, the surroundings being too cold for her to stand solo.

at this haechan pondered for a bit, before answering “i was on the look for this one book, a series of them actually. my aunt asked, to which i’ve already forgotten the title” he paused to roll his eyes and look through his previous messages, presumably from said aunt.

“percy jackson and the olympians” shrugging as he announced, he clicked his phone ‘off’ before looking to somni, who managed to resist a sequel as he confirmed the title. that being understandable as it was her favouritest book of all time! haechan eyed her, eyebrow raising when she covered her mouth, trying her best to hide the grin etching onto her face.

“what’s with your reaction?” “oh it’s just i-” somni started before thinking; why on earth do i have to let him know. he’s just a stranger after all. she didn’t even know his name.

she didn’t even know his name.

“uh what did you say your name was again??” somni raised her brow at the boy, watching his eyes slowly widened a bit realising they hadn’t introduced themselves. he stuck out his hand, a boxy grin present as he introduced himself “i’m lee donghyuck! but everyone calls me haechan because donghyuck’s too….formal for me.” somni nodded once, before reaching out to shake his hand “i’m somni! it’s nice meeting you donghyuck” she winked at him as he groaned, causing her to stick out her tongue playfully at him.

donghyuck grew up in a family of four sisters and one twin brother. the seven of them lived contently with their father’s pay as police commissioner and mother as a lawyer—training currently for magistrate judge. however, their parents were quite conservative with family traditions and obedience. so when one of donghyucks’ older sisters came out to them as pansexual, she was banished from entering the house. this quick and stern change startling the rest and so they started to fulfill and satisfy with whatever their parents wished for them today.

all except donghyuck.

of course he was scared out of wits even at the thought of running away but after his twin convinced him to do it with him, donghyuck trusted him. and so one night, six year old donghyuck ran away. alone. his twin having ditched out of last minute thoughts. finding shelter in a nearby house down the street, turning to the first house he could. the couple thinking he was in trouble decided to take him in. before he knows, he’s staying with them for years and suddenly he’s eighteen and he goes off to his first day of university. 

and then he meets his father.

thursday, 24th december  22:17pm

“why do you even like that book?” haechan asked, a disgusted look taking over his features as somni reached out to smack his leg slightly. “it’s not just a book!! it’s a journey” “jOuRneY” they said in unison, haechan mockingly as he rolled his eyes, chuckling slightly at somni’s offended expression.

since they had no other work to do, the two decided to at least clean the store while haechan was on the lookout for the percy jackson book series his aunt had requested for. somni had let the boy know that she had seen it earlier and was ecstatic to lead the way to them. while she did so, she also rambled on and on about how exciting the books are and how he should give them a try, to which haechan could only ignore.

silence took over after somni had finished summarizing the basic structure of the series when haechan asked the question somni had been dreading to hear “isn’t your family gonna be worried?” minutes of cold emptiness went by before haechan interrupted “uh...hello? are you okay??” he asked, and as somni could see from the corner of eye, worriedly. after taking in her wordless response—and a visible gulp—haechan dropped the question.

“i know mine won’t worry,” he said after a few seconds. “it’s not like they ever did” he muttered looking away. at that, he managed to get somni’s attention and continuing on “my birth parents were quite stern in their ways and so i ran away” somni gawked at this, staring at the nonchalant boy in front of her. “you ran a-away?” haechan nodded.

“when i was six” “wheN YOU WERE SIX?!!?!?” haechan’s heart sped up at her sudden increase in her volume, but nodding nonetheless. “hmm me and my twin decided to just leave. but when the time came, he ditched me so i just left by myself” he paused to search the top shelves for the books. “and obviously they didn’t come after me”.

at that, somni unintentionally reached to touch his arm as a sign of comfort. but soon removed it when haechan looked between her and her hand. sighing, somni internally debated with whether she should tell haechan of her situation or was he still yet to gain her trust. eventually she thought ‘fuck it’ and decided to tell him. what could he possibly do with the information?

somni didn’t exactly have much of a school life seeing how despite her parents paying for her fees three more years after her moving out, she was never one to mingle with people. she’d often keep to herself and just go on with whatever life threw at her. which is why she moved to theft in the first place. in order to provide for herself.

but then she was offered a job. a job at the convenience store she would raid.

having been working there long enough (two ½ years) made stealing easier for her. this way she earned her share of finance and everyday necessities. her boss was a snooze, who’d never glance over at any of the items for more that second, to realise things were missing. and in addition, somni would convince her that it was just selling well, increasing her spirits and faith in the girl. therefore not spare a thought to check cctv rolls.

thursday, 24th december  22:42pm

“i got sent away.” haechan hummed in question, heading slowly turning in her direction as they sat on the carpeted floor of the bookstore. sighing and placing her book page down, somni continued with more confidence “my parents threw my out of the house. and they were right! they had every reason to! but i” her words choked slightly, haechan looking at her with sympathy “i just miss them” she sighed finally looking up at him and after her constant eye contact with the floor, haechan was illuminating from the moon reflecting on him through the small front window.

“i’ve been an absolute brat my entire life and i can only imagine how fed up my parents were of me to actually send me away” her ramble coming to a stop when she couldn’t find words to say. the feeling of emptiness only increasing by the second within her. somni felt her tears fall when she registered haechan’s hand patting her back in reassurance.

she paid him a smile back after inhaling and exhaling to catch her senses back. he smiled back as okay before going back to reading. the precious silence lasted for a while before haechan closed his book and turned to face somni completely. “so how do you live? by yourself?? what do you do for a living? god i just need to know!!” somni raised her brow at the boy in front of her, not choosing to flinch, accustomed to his startling nature.

“well i do live by myself, i still go to school cause my parents pay for it and for a living, i steal”

and then the power tripped.

donghyuck’s new life with his parents was much easier than what he had experienced with his birth family. at first he would still be unfazed with his change in surroundings, asking permission to even go to the bathroom and bowing when the pair would confusingly agree. they would sit him down one day to explain that he needn't ask their permission to tug at their clothes to call them—to which donghyuck would look at the pair astonished at this new world.

and from then on, donghyuk was constantly loved and pampered by the old couple and it was everything he could ask for. he lived a normal life, going to school everyday and then even offering to repay his parents by working shifts at a restaurant after he would turn seventeen.

every once in a while he would run into his siblings around town but he would just walk away. it wasn’t like they were gonna recognize him anyway.

thursday, 24th december  23:24pm

somni froze. haechan had been clinging on to her arm, eyes closed shut and body trembling. his small fit went on for a while, somni being patient and even patting his back awkwardly. “i-i’m a little, tiny bit TERRIFIED of the dark” somni chuckled softly, firmly placing a hand on his back, running it up and down in comfort.

they sat there until somni tapped his hand and reached her own out for him to take “c’mon just take my hand and we’ll go find the power switch okay” haechan nodded, eyes still closed. after successfully standing up, somni walked with dragged haechan to the main switch on the other side of the store. after messing with switches carefully, somni managed to get the light back on.

she clapped her hands excitedly and turned to haechan, who was still hugging her waist. haechan looked up at her and they were close enough to have their noses touching. they stared at each other, either too frozen in place to move. somni faked a cough and cleared her throat, haechan taking the signal and moving away, standing up straight with hot pink cheeks.

friday, 25th december  00:04pm

bored out of their minds, the pair of them moved to lay on the floor, eyes boring holes into the wooden roof of the bookstore. random thoughts running wild at nothing to concentrate on. haechan was first to break the silence, gasping and sitting straight up and looking around at the clock. “it’s christmas!!!” somni soon got up too, beaming at the clock and then at haechan.

“merry christmas donghyuck” she laughed, leaning forward to hug the now sulky boy. “haha merry christmas to you somni.” the hug was soon interrupted by sirens fading into the scene. the two pulled away fast, heads whipping in the direction of the sound.

“we’ve gotta run!” “grab the books you need!” haechan stared at somni in confusion as she stood up to get her desired book. “wait wait. GRAB the books? are you gonna steal them?” somni paused to give him a look of an obvious nod. “you can’t just fucking stea-” “PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!”

dropping the books in astonishment, the both of them throwing their hands up immediately. they were then assisted outside, shivering when coming in sudden contact with the snowy environment. somni rubbed her arms up and down as a way to provide warmth. looking around for haechan, she saw him handshaking the officer??

“ms. somni, you are under arrest for theft!” somni could not move, feet as frozen as her lips. she called out for haechan who replied with a smirk before walking over to her. “what’s up love?” “whaT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” “arresting you on the basis of theft?” he said like it was blatantly obvious.

somni gritted her teeth as he winked back at her before turning to walk away. “just wait till i get out lee donghyuk” stopping in his tracks, he turned his head slightly back, “it’s officer haechan to you”

from: nes!! wellllll hi lmao. firstly, this fucking sucks ASS. i didn’t even know what i was writing half way through and i honestly didn’t have the energy to proofread so i apologize for all the grammar mistakes:( wanna lowkey make a part two to this but let me know if this was even liable for a sequel ahhhh. anyway, have a merry christmas and i guess we’re mutuals now;)

[hoedameron]

TEN THOUSAND??

not followers, just notes on my latest GIFSET!! thank y’all SOOOO much for rbing it and leaving funny replies in the comments/rb it with stories (plus liking my post can’t forget the bulk of the notes) like they have been the highlight of my day <33 made it worth staying up until 5 am because i was sooo wired up from it all.

okay, i realized i haven’t made my usual commentary post about my latest gifset so let’s get to it. it was a hot mess, lemme tell you. from between finishing the show, t0rrenting it, then using kmplayer to get the clip to actually opening up photoshop to make it...that shit was SOOOO....thisthisthis. very fast paced because i was trying to get this in before i hit the hay. the episode wasn’t even DONE t0rrenting when i realized i could watch it (realized that i got lucky because when you can already view the torrent, it doesn’t mean that it’s the whole thing so the lucky cat part thankfully was part of the bits already downloaded...) and get the clip. very fortunate that it wasn’t that long and i wanted to make four gifs to make it look better, aesthetically speaking. i realized while watching the episode that i wouldn’t be able to make big gifs so my standard would definitely come in hand <33 

for coloring, i grabbed a few psds at the top of the list in the folder that i thought would do well (marvel related psds) and really hoped for the best. thank you luke cage psd that, with a little tinkering, worked like a charm xx as for how i was slicing each piece of the cake, i was literally rough chopping it. i would stop at one part, made a split second decision that it was “good enough”, sharpen atn, change the speed, then put the psd then GOOOO. as i was cutting each “slice” for the gifs”, i realized i was giving a little bit too much to the second and third one but i thought nothing of it and kept going. it was too late to go back and change everything. anyways, as i got to the final gif, i realized that i unfortunately only had 22 frames and i was like NAURR. it was djsakdjsl i really didn’t want to make it but i knew that the last piece of that scene was a good one where bucky stares at the cat as it goes back to waving...so i proceeded to make it a gif and PRAY that it would work.

there was a whole bunch of me going back and forth from checking my phone on the table to change the music to me being on the couch because my ass hurt from sitting on the dining table chair for too long. i had to wait as photoshop did its thing and it felt like it was taking so LONG to do so. once my four gifs were done, i tried to exit out of photoshop pero that bitch would NOT quit and i was like WHORE LET GOOOOOO JUST LET GOOOOOOOOO!!!! and that bitch WOULDN’T -_- so i tried to force quit pero to no avail and i couldn’t open up chrome to post it or else photoshop would kinda almost send my computer into shock from all the energy being used....but i proceeded to open up chrome either way. i opened up so many tabs because i kept tapping but FINALLY ps quit and i was able to resume posting.

look, i did not have a clear idea of what i wanted to put on my caption. i knew i wanted to put one pero there wasn’t really a good quote to go along with the gifset that would make sense. so, i decided to have a little “fun” with it. initially it was going to be “bucky barnes versus lucky cat” pero i was like “vs. is a word” so i made those amendments. i also knew i wanted to have a color gradient which was WILD to me because it was going to be 4 am and i was like GRADIENT?? YEAH LET’S DO A GRADIENT! then there is me on fucking eggradients finding a blue gradient like a fucking DUMBASS pero i reasoned myself that “it would elevate the gifset and make it look good” ....WOOO. so, i picked a gradient that was similar to what i had in mind, got my go to gradient website on one tab with the gifset being loaded on the other, and with whatever concentration i could muster up, i typed in the right spelling of bucky vs. lucky cat, slapped the gradient code onto the html, then.......GOSH i didn’t know how to tag it so i was just going through one of my old marvel edits to see what i used. i put in some other spices in there then tagged my cc mutuals <33 then pressed POST.

that shit was made by pure adrenaline and the push to get something out for people to see. i was considering queueing the post but was afraid that it might not post when it was supposed to (it’s happened to me in the past) and didn’t want to wake up hours later to find out it didn’t publish. so, i made an executive decision to post it at that hour. checked to make sure that the post showed up in the tag that i wanted it to be in and....i went to bed. brushed my teeth, said my prayers like a good catholic girl, then check social media because a hot girl can’t be stopped <33 thank you for reading this lengthy post that really isn’t much but just me talking out my ass for a good 30 minutes (it took that long to type it pero for you, you’d probably read it in less than five..... :/)

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War for Genius - Chapter 33 - A promise under the stars

Hello everyone! Well… I’ve sadly to say… that this chapter, is the last chapter of this story, which doesn’t mean it’s over. I’m thinking on write a sequel about this, but it could take me time, and I’d like first to finish other stories and also finish translating other ones. I beg you a little bit of patience to see a sequel for this story. That said, I hope you’ll all enjoy this last chapter 😊

Also, I made a little drawing for this story too 😊 I hope you’ll like it!

As always, I’d like to thank @empro-8​ for helping me editing this story. Honestly, without her help this wouldn’t be as good as it is, so thank you very much @empro-8​ you’re amazing!

Welp, I’ll stop talking and let you read the chapter, enjoy it! 😉

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Several days after Huey was finally released from the hospital, things seemed to be slowly improving. Huey started going to a therapist recommended by Dr. Owlfang, and that therapist seemed to be a very kind and understanding person, because Huey seemed to be very comfortable with her on the very first day, which was something good. According to the doctor, the older triplet needed to surround himself with people who would support him and help him regain the confidence that Beaks and Graves had taken from him.

The therapist appointments were twice a week, and despite having only visiting her for a short time, the results already seemed to be appreciable, at least a little. Huey spent more time with all of them, even told Fenton he would try to be alone with some of them, in order to also allow the Hispanic duck some rest, because – according to Huey – he was very aware that, being constantly with him was really tiring. The older triplet further acknowledged that Fenton had other business he had put aside just to take care of him, which he knew wasn't fair. He practically called it selfish on his part.

The news that Huey would try to spend more time alone with them without Fenton or someone else was something that initially surprised everyone, but later made them happy, as it showed that the duckling in red was making efforts to reintegrate himself into life with his real family.

Although it must also be said that the first time Huey was left alone with any of them was a bit disastrous. The duckling looked like he was going to have a panic attack at any moment. The situation got to such an extent that they suggested calling Fenton to come. But Huey declined, saying he had already taken up enough of Fenton’s time. 

It must be said that, admirably, and after such a disastrous first ‘meeting alone’, Huey didn’t back down and continued trying one-on-one time with his family. The only things the red-clad duckling didn't dare to do yet was stay totally and utterly alone, which was logical knowing that he had been kept locked up literally for days in isolation. Another thing the duckling still didn’t dare to do was to go back to sleep with his brothers. He couldn’t even sleep in the mansion yet, claiming it was still too early for that. He said he preferred to do it in phases: go from something small as the hospital room to something in between like the houseboat… later returning to the mansion and finally sleeping with his brothers in their shared room, just like before. But for Huey, the step of returning to the mansion hadn’t yet come. So, there was no choice but to wait patiently for it to arrive.

The truth, the fact that Huey was trying to spend more time alone with his family, even while still being nervous being around them, was something that left Webby in awe, who finally decided to ask her friend about it. 

Taking advantage of a moment in which the two of them were left alone, sitting on the sofa in the living room, the young girl turned to the older triplet and asked:

"Huey, why do you insist on being alone with us if you're obviously still afraid of being in our company?"

The red-clad duckling stared at his friend with surprise, then awkwardly replied:

“This… well… I do it… I do it because… you see, it's true that everything Graves did to me caused me to be hopelessly afraid of all of you now… but there was something, something that encouraged me to continue resisting Graves' constant attacks… something that hawk could never take away from me,"

"What’s it?" Webby asked excitedly. She was truly intrigued to know the answer. Huey for his part looked away and with a voice that seemed to have a touch of shame in it, replied:

"The love I feel for all of you, I know it sounds… a bit corny, but that's the way it is…"

Webby's eyes widened in surprise, she hadn't expected an answer like that. Opening and closing her beak several times, the young girl finally managed to articulate:

"Oh, Huey that's-"

"Pathetic?" the triplet asked cutting her off with an embarrassed voice.

Webby shook her head and rushing to hug the older triplet, the young girl said:

“No, it’s very nice! I'm glad you could resist everything that Beaks and Graves did to you thanks to the love you feel for us,"

Huey stiffened for a moment when Webby hugged him, then, using his arm as a lever, he gently pulled away from Webby and in a surprised voice asked:

"Do you really think so?"

The duckling with the bow in her hair nodded and replied:

"Yes, you don't?"

Huey looked away and sounding small and weak, began to say:

"I…"

"What's up Huey?" Webby asked, tilting her head and speaking in a slightly worried voice. The duckling dressed in red looked at the young girl momentarily and then looking away again, replied still weakly:

"While I was a prisoner, Graves made fun of me constantly every time I said this kind of things. Or even if he sensed that I was thinking something like that.” 

Eyes widening, Webby said in a pained voice:

"Really? That is very cruel!"

"..."

Huey looked at Webby with surprised eyes, but didn't know what to say next.

The red-clad young boy just looked away, he seemed to be sad as if… somehow he felt that Webby felt sorry for him but at the same time he didn’t deserve such compassion. That broke Webby's heart, who quickly and taking the older triplet by surprise, ran and hugged him again at the same time saying:

"Huey, I'm sorry."

The older triplet seemed surprised, because with a confused voice, he asked:

"Why are you sorry?"

Webby looked the older triplet in the eye, she could feel the tears beginning to form in her own orbs, and then, speaking in a shaky voice, the young girl explained:

"When Graves kidnapped you, I… I couldn't do anything, I couldn't stop him from taking you,"

And she tightened her arms around her friend's body again, almost at the same time that she did that, the young girl could feel how the older triplet suddenly stiffened, and with slight fear in his voice, the duckling then asked:

"What?"

 This time it was Webby who looked away and speaking in a tremendously embarrassed voice, replied:

"You remember Graves attacked us with some kind of gas that was leaving us unconscious, right?"

Huey nodded, so Webby went on to explain:

"When Graves picked you up, I… was still conscious, but I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything… sorry."

Webby closed her eyes and felt her body tremble slightly. She was sure Huey was going to berate her for doing nothing to prevent him from being kidnapped. Thus, they remained, a few seconds in silence, seconds that Webby felt like forever as she waited for the older triplet's response.

The girl with the bow in her hair heard a sigh from Huey, and that made her cringe, preparing herself for whatever the boy was going to say, but, Webby wasn’t even remotely prepared for what Huey said next:

"It wasn't your fault Webby,"

The young girl immediately opened her eyes, looking at the red-clad duckling. Now she could clearly feel the tears in her orbs about to be shed. The truth, Huey's vision was distorted as well, something that only contributed to aggravating the pain she felt. And so, speaking tremblingly, the girl duckling said:

"But if I had been stronger…" Webby looked away, refusing to make eye contact with Huey. Suddenly and to her surprise, the young girl felt a hand on her shoulder, and when she looked at Huey, she saw that the oldest triplet was looking at her with sweetness and understanding, then the boy spoke saying:

"The result would have been the same. Graves would have caught me anyway.” 

"But I-" Webby tried to say, but was interrupted again by Huey who said:

"Webby don't torture yourself anymore. It wasn't your fault,"

The young girl wiped away her tears and smiling slightly, looked at the older triplet and said:

"Okay, Huey, I won't if you don't either,"

"What?" the red-clad duckling asked with a completely surprised look.

Webby smiled even more than before and explained next:

"I have realized you blame yourself for having mistrusted us. I don’t want you to continue to do so. Beaks and Graves constantly and deliberately manipulated into thinking like that.  None of it was your fault,"

Webby stared at the boy with a beaming smile, and finally the older triplet replied:

"Okay, I promise I’ll try not to keep blaming myself."

Well, something was something. Just at that moment, footsteps were heard, and moments later Dewey and Louie appeared at the door with beaming smiles. Seeing them, Dewey said cheerfully:

"Huey, Webby, we were thinking of going outside to play in the garden."

"Yes, do you want to join us?" Louie added.

Webby saw Huey's expression change instantly, he became… radiant, as if he really yearned to go outside. He proved Webby was right when the duckling responded to his brothers' request by saying:

"Of course, why not? Are you coming Webby?"

The young girl was surprised for a few seconds and finally answered smiling:

"Yes, right away.”

The four ducklings ran outside and Webby could instantly hoe happy Huey was to be out. That gave the girl with the bow in her hair a wonderful idea. An idea that she was going to propose to Uncle Scrooge as soon as she could.

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"May I know where are you taking me?" asked the older triplet who was currently blindfolded and being dragged by his brothers and Webby through the hallways of the mansion.

To Webby's delight, Uncle Scrooge had been delighted to accept her idea, an idea or rather a plan that she later proceeded to tell Dewey and Louie that night when Fenton and the older triplet entered the houseboat to sleep.

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Flashback

"So, well? What do you think about this idea?" said Webby in a cheerful voice and an anxious look. After having explained to the two younger triplets the idea that had occurred to her and that she had already consulted with Uncle Scrooge.

The two brothers seemed surprised, they looked at each other and then they looked at the young girl and true to his natural enthusiasm, Dewey was the first to express what they both thought by saying with an excited voice:

"It's great Webby!"

The girl in pink saw Louie nod and later, the younger triplet added:

"Yes, I love it, and I think Huey will like it too,"

Webby clasped her hands excitedly and cheerfully, said:

"I’m so happy you like it! Well, will you help me prepare everything we need?"

"Of course! I think Huey has an extra copy of the JWG here in the room. If we find it’ll surely contain a list with everything we need," said Louie, getting up and going to another part of the room.  He searched between several drawers, until he finally found what he was looking for and showed it to the other two ducks with a wide smile on his face.

Webby smiled at the sight too, and in a cheerful voice said:

"Okay then, let's get to work!"

End of flashback

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"Easy Huey, it's a surprise, and you’ll surely like it." said Webby who was holding Huey by the shoulders and guiding him towards his destination. They left the mansion, and stopped in front of the jeep. Once there, they removed the blindfold from the older triplet, who, after blinking several times to get used to the light again, saw the vehicle, loaded with tents, backpacks, food… blinking in surprise, the older triplet turned towards his brothers and Webby and excitedly, he asked:

"Are we going camping?"

"Surprise!" they all yelled with wide smiles.

Huey smiled and Webby could see that the duckling's eyes were shining with impending tears. Then with a voice shaking with emotion, the boy asked:

"Have you done this for me?"

Dewey smiled and pointing to her, said to Huey:

"It was Webby's idea."

Huey turned to look at her and with a wide smile, asked:

"Really?"

Webby looked away, smiling sheepishly and scratching the side of her neck with her index finger. It had certainly been her idea, but it wouldn’t have been possible without the authorization of-

"That's right lad, she thought ye'd like to sleep outside, in the open air," Uncle Scrooge said suddenly as he put his hand on the girl's shoulder.

Huey, who had focused his attention on Uncle Scrooge when he appeared, looked back at her again, then said in a sincere voice:

"Thank you Webby, I really appreciate it,"

Webby felt her cheeks heat up, she really loved feeling useful, and the knowledge that Huey had liked the surprise she had contrived filled her with glee. Thus, also speaking with extreme sincerity, the young girl replied:

"You're welcome Huey,"

Just at that moment, Donald appeared with his car as well, which he stopped behind the jeep. The reason he did that was because obviously not all of them could fit in the jeep, so they decided to divide the luggage and everyone who was going camping between the two vehicles. Fenton naturally accompanied them as well, so that Huey wouldn’t be forced to sleep alone or with someone with whom he still didn’t dare to sleep. Donald and Webby’s granny were also coming, and Launchpad as Uncle Scrooge's driver so of course was also coming.

In short, they were all leaving except for Duckworth, who stayed to watch the mansion. After having loaded the last part of the luggage, Uncle Scrooge turned to the four children and cheerfully said:

"Well, if ye’re all ready, we can go now. Let's get in the jeep!"

"Yes!" the four ducklings yelled, Webby couldn't help but feel extremely happy when Huey joined their cheering, full of excitement. It seemed… it seemed as if everything was normal again.

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The trip to the place where they were going to camp was entertaining, it almost seemed like when they had gone on one of their adventures before. Webby couldn't help but feel happy about it, everything seemed to be as before, except this time… she appreciated it more deeply. 

But as time went on, despite smiling and talking happily with his brothers – Huey seemed tense. His posture was slightly more rigid than it normally was. And Webby couldn't be sure, but it looked like the boy was sweating a bit.

Huey still felt uncomfortable with them. That was clear. Although he was probably hiding so the others wouldn’t feel bad about it.

Huey was a very brother like that.

They finally reached the place. As soon as they got out of the vehicles and under the instructions of the older triplet, the first thing they did was set up camp.  There were a lot of things to do, and Huey was happy to distribute the tasks. Soon everyone was working on them… even Louie! Webby smiled when he saw that Huey seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

Probably, being a Woodchuck junior, the duckling had very much missed doing activities like this, and despite being at home, if all he did was go from the houseboat to the mansion, or from the mansion to the garden, or one of his appointments with his therapist, it almost seemed like Huey was a prisoner again. Webby could relate. It was for this reason that Webby came up with this idea. That way Huey could do something he loved while also getting out of the mansion grounds, proving he wasn’t a prisoner again.

To be honest, Webby particularly enjoyed this excursion immensely, since she had never been camping before. Well, at least Webby didn't consider going to an uninhabited island on a mission to train to survive like going camping, so yeah, for her, that was the first time the young girl went camping.

They spent the day doing various outdoor activities, honestly, luckily, they had one of Huey's JWG copies, and they were able to get ideas from there, if not… they wouldn’t have known what to do once they got there. Webby was overjoyed when she saw how much fun Huey was having, it had really been worth it.

At night, they all went to bed spread in the various tents they brought. Donald set up with Dewey and Louie. Launchpad and Scrooge slept in another tent. Naturally Fenton and Huey slept together in their rent. And finally, Webby slept in the last tent with her granny.

There was a moment during the night that Webby woke up, and perhaps due to the training she received from her grandmother, she realized there was someone outside, she could distinguish him thanks to the dim light that the embers of the fire still gave off. The mysterious figure was there without moving. That put the girl with the bow in her hair quickly on alert. Who was there? What did that person want? Quickly and stealthily, the young girl left the tent. She was willing to face and fight that person if necessary. She wouldn’t allow her family and friends to be harmed.

Sneaking up on the stranger, Webby stopped short as she recognized him:

"Huey?" she asked before she could stop herself.

The older triplet was sitting on one of the logs they had put around the fire. Huey was looking up at the sky when Webby called him, and upon hearing his name, the duckling quickly turned his gaze first to Webby and then back away again, as if he was ashamed to have been caught at that hour doing what he was doing.

Still without looking at her, the triplet then said:

"Hello Webby.” 

Webby walked over and sat next to him. She asked:

"May I ask what you are doing here?"

Huey shrugged slightly and then replied:

"I… well, I was looking at the stars."

"Ah… and why?" Webby asked again. She was intrigued to know why her friend was sitting alone looking at the sky.

Huey sighed closing his eyes, and finally, the boy dressed in red replied:

“You’ll see… when I was locked in that room I… many times… I dreamed of seeing the starry sky once more… to tell the truth, on the occasions when I was out of that room, because Beaks did take me out of there, I… I never really dared to ask him to let me see them, that's why I… I missed it,"

Webby leaned back slightly, then said:

"I understand, but when you went back to the mansion, why didn't you do it then?"

Huey turned is head away from Webby as far as possible and with some embarrassment in his voice, the duckling replied:

"I was… reluctant to ask Fenton or.... anyone else,"

"Really?" Webby asked again.

Huey finally looked at Webby, looking sad and slightly embarrassed when he replied:

“Fenton has been by my side all this time, and I really appreciate it. But I also know that, even if he doesn't say so, that has made him very tired. And it didn't seem fair to ask him – in his only rest period – to sacrifice even more by taking me to see a starry sky, and as for the others, I… I just didn't dare to do it. Also… with all the city lights, you wouldn't have seen as many stars as here.”

"That's true…" Webby admitted, looking up at them. The stars were quite beautiful out here. 

The two were silent for a while, until Webby finally released a sigh, said:

"Huey"

"Yes?" He asked, looking at the girl. Webby also looked at him and then said:

"Are you… are you glad you came?"

Huey smiled and after nodding, answered honestly:

"Yes, I am very happy.” 

Webby also smiled and turning her gaze towards the embers that had still survived from the fire they made earlier. The young girl said:

"You know? I like to see you so happy Huey.” 

"Really?" the duckling asked with wide eyes and a slight smile on his beak. Webby nodded and replied:

"Yes, it makes me think you're fine now,"

Huey stopped smiling and looking away, said sadly:

"I wish it were true, but I think I still have a long way to go to be ‘fine.’” 

"Oh…" Webby said sadly as well.

Almost immediately after that, Huey looked at Webby and trying to sound slightly cheerful, the boy said:

"Oh, but don't worry, you'll see how with time I will improve.” 

The girl looked at the duckling and, outlining a smile, also replied cheerfully:

"That's right! Be optimistic!"

"Thanks, Webby," Huey said in a really sincere voice.

The young girl stared at the duckling, to the point that she could sense that perhaps Huey was getting slightly nervous. At that point and before the older triplet could say anything, she said:

"Hey Huey, I would like you to promise me one thing."

"What?" the older triplet asked in turn, opening his eyes again in surprise. Webby nodded and said:

"I want you to promise me that no matter how long it takes you, you won’t give up, and that you’ll do everything possible to recover. Regardless of how much it costs you."

Huey blinked several times, probably trying to take in what Webby had just told him. After a few moments of silence, the boy, with a certain tremor in his voice, replied to the young girl:

"I… yes. I promise you,"

Webby smiled, then the young girl decided to make Huey think of something else, so, with that in mind, she said:

"Well! Now, I guess if you like looking at the stars, it's because you love them and you know them, right?"

"Yes, the truth is that I like them a lot," replied the duckling, cheering up again.

That also encouraged Webby, who, with a broad smile on her beak, then asked the red-clad duckling:

"Well then, could you explain them to me?"

"Yes, and us too" said a different voice suddenly. The two ducklings looked behind them and literally saw the whole family

standing there, staring at them with wide smiles on their beaks.

In a surprised voice, Huey asked:

"What are you all doing up?"

"We woke up when we heard someone speak," answered Uncle Scrooge, taking a step forward.

From what Webby could see, knowing they had been overheard their talking caused Huey to open his eyes in fear, and then the duckling in red asked:

"And… did you hear what we were saying?"

"Just about showing Webby the stars," Dewey replied.

Webby was sure they had probably heard more than that, but it was possible to say they had also realized that this conversation with Webby was something that Huey probably wanted to keep as a private. For that reason, they surely pretended not to have heard the 'important part 'of the conversation.

Louie also joined the scheme by adding:

"Yes! That's why we asked if we could join as well,"

"If that’s okay with you," Donald finished.

Huey was silent for a few moments, looking at all of them one by one, finally, smiling widely, the duckling responded to all with a cheerful voice saying:

"Of course, why not?"

And so, all those who had gone camping lay down on the grass, looking at the starry sky, Huey was showing them the constellations and the stories that were hidden behind each one of them. Webby looked at Huey and could see that his face was beaming with joy. That gave Webby hope.

They had passed a dark test, and their family ties had been strengthened by it. True, the road ahead was still long, and they would probably encounter many stumbling blocks. But Huey had already shown he was strong, and that he was willing to do everything in his power to recover. And they had also shown that they would never leave someone who needed them behind. Yes, everyone had shown with this ‘adventure’ that they were willing to give themselves 100% for the well-being of others.

One thing was very clear to Webby, the older triplet was going to be fine, for sure.

They had that hope.

No matter how long it took, for her part, Webby knew that neither her honorary brothers, nor her uncles, nor her granny, nor her friends, and of course, not even herself, were going to abandon Huey. They would be by his side all throughout it all and would make the duckling get better.

Neither Huey nor any of them would go through something like that again, ever. They were a family, and as a family they would always protect each other.

Always.

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Okay… that’s all. This story ends here, but as you could see, this isn’t the end. Huey still has issues to fight with, and obviously, his family will want to be there to help him. I’ve to thank Empro8 since it was her who gave me the idea of go camping and to watch the stars, and it truly was an awesome idea! So awesome that I used it to finish this story, so… thank you very much Empro! Your idea was fantastic! Also… there’s another idea someone gave me that I haven’t used in this story, but it truly is a great Idea I’d like to include it in the sequel, so, thanks for giving me that idea!

Okay, after say that, I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I also would like to thank to all the people who’d read this story, the ones who commented, those who reblogged it and: @mysteriouswriter72 @elianemariane17 @araminakilla20 @hakuneki07 @i-cant-find-any-creative-name @gizmovi @some-dum-wizard-bitch @infamousquack  @margaretnobbs @alphatheplant @sugerheart @squackcrowquack @nsbfenro @marshmeadow12 @ohgeeeznotagain @constellations1 @isabellanajera @you-big-palooka @deathcat003 @dragonsareawesome123 @via15 @wellshit333 @ninjawarrior100 @your-salty-dorito @rowan-npg @thesuperepicawesomefireninja @duckworth-is-love @worldsbesteagle @shaz231 @cherriesandpoison @softlemonboi @rosebu-uds @mulaneysnl @ihavenonamehalp @drummergirl231 @narnour-momo-007 @via15 @trash-queen-fahey @gamerfansims389 @lesbianz4glomgoldje @jessie-00 @maclove54north @northofanvi @maditheanimaniacuwu @gabrielpainterfest-blog @Variousfandompage @whiteeyesandtina @official-toebeans @r6sedust @gabrielpainterfest @obsessionhell @werdna213 @chydesa-star @a-stupid-girl @fudgecantlife @elipaghy04 @whisperwillyou @fnafgirl30 @exceeeed-charger2020

And if I’ve forgot someone, I’m sorry

[sugamoonv]

Happiness Doesn’t Have To Be So Complicated Pt.3

Summary: Life is already complicated being the only girl in a worldwide famous kpop band. It’s even more complicated when you have to hide your relationship with idol Min Yoongi and it’s only going to turn into complete chaos when another member confesses his feelings to you.

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader/ Taehyung x Reader/ Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung/ a wild jikook appears

Word Count: 3,887

Masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2

13 hours and 4 minutes ago

“Jesus Christ. Taehyung-”

“Shut up.” Taehyung focused on the shiny metal in his hands. “This is going to work.” He finishes fastening the metal around Yoongi’s wrist with a soft click. Taehyung turned his attention to securing the other cuff to his left wrist.

“You put mine on too tight,” Yoongi whines, rubbing the skin around the cuff.

Both men drop their co-joined wrists to their sides and stand in silence. Yoongi scratches his scalp and makes soft clicking noises with his tongue before looking at Taehyung. Yoongi has to do a double take.

Taehyung meets Yoongi’s gaping expression with confusion.

“You seriously didn’t think to get dressed before doing this?”  

11 hours and 33 minutes ago

Taehyung sat on the floor, fully dressed, with his arm lifted as Yoongi worked on the computer above him. His other arm was bent at an angle to hold his phone close to his face. He couldn’t help but pull down his notification screen in hopes that he got a text from you.

The only noise in the room was the aggressive clicking of the computer mouse, the occasional buzz from Yoongi’s phone face down on the desk, and focused mutterings from the working man himself.

“Jin-hyung wants me to go rehearse with him,” Taehyung says, keeping his eyes on his phone.

“I’m working.” Yoongi keeps his eyes straight ahead on the screen in front of him.

Taehyung watches as Yoongi continues to make adjustments to the sound clips on his editing software. Taehyung purses his lips and uses the desk as leverage to stand up. Yoongi ignores his stare until he feels a sharp yank on his wrist, which just so happened to be the hand controlling the mouse.

Yoongi inhaled sharply when one of the sound clips was dragged across the screen into a new spot. His equivalent to your elbow being knocked and pen being scribbled all over a page full with notes. Yoongi throws a side glare at Taehyung and yanks his arm back to the mouse but Taehyung remains persistent and keeps tugging the handcuffs like a petulant child would their mother.

“Taehyung, if you don’t stop-”

“I have things I have to do too,” Taehyung’s tone is snippy, “And I would also like to eat.”

Yoongi growls before standing and letting Taehyung drag him out of his studio.

6 hours and 41 minutes ago

“If you pull me one more time, I’m going to smack you.”

“Open your mouth one more time and I’m breaking both of our wrists,” Yoongi glares at Taehyung, their arms stretched straight between them.

Jimin and Jin are off in the corner, watching the two men squabble with tired eyes and heads synchronously tilted to the side.

Jin sighs. “They’ve been like this all day,” he crosses his arms across his chest. He’s not sure Jimin’s heard him with how loudly Yoongi and Taehyung are arguing. But when Jimin rolls his eyes and shifts his weight to his other foot, Jin knows Jimin heard him.

Jimin struts forward with purpose to the two fighting men.

“I’m taking these off. Listening to you fight is annoying.”

“No!” Jimin steps back with wide eyes as both Yoongi and Taehyung shout at him.

Jin comes up next to Jimin as Jimin regains his posture. “Whatever it is you’re trying to do isn’t working so just let Jimin take the handcuffs off.”

This launches Taehyung and Yoongi into a speel against Jin, which causes Jimin to speak up in defense of his older brother.

Hoseok walks into a room full of shouting and four men animatedly waving their arms. No one even notices when Hoseok lets his bag slide off his shoulder to audibly hit the floor.

“Hey!” Hoseok draws all eyes to him. “Is there something we need to talk about?” Hoseok raises his eyebrows and glances at each of their faces.

All four men fall quiet and shake their heads no before moving away from each other and then following Hoseok’s instructions. Taehyung and Yoongi try to follow along with Hoseok’s choreography as best they can. The handcuffs keep them so close together that no one sees their interlaced fingers.

2 hours and 24 minutes ago

“Don’t look.”

“I’m not looking,” Taehyung grumbles looking up at the ceiling.

Taehyung and Yoongi stood side by side at the row of urinals in one of the public bathrooms at BigHit. At the beginning of the day, they had made a pact to avoid drinking any water specifically to avoid this situation. Yet it seems they’ve finally reached their holding point. Or Yoongi has.

Taehyung starts whistling at the faint sound of Yoongi’s zipper.

“Can you not do that? It’s weird,” Yoongi snaps. Taehyung goes silent with a puff of air from his nose.

“Oh my god! Can you just pee already?” Taehyung asks, exasperated after a few moments of silence.

“I-I’m not used to using my left hand.” Taehyung looks down at Yoongi’s bashful face with astonishment. In his peripheral vision, he catches a glimpse of Yoongi’s cock and his eyes drift sideways towards the pretty, pink tip. “I said don’t look!” Yoongi gripes and Taehyung’s eyes flit back to the ceiling. Taehyung’s face goes beet red when he feels the tug of the handcuff and a brush of silk smooth skin against the back of his hand.

54 minutes ago

“Um, if you guys are still going to be doing this, can you go to another room?”

Taehyung was bent over, searching through his drawers for sweatpants and threw a look over his shoulder at Jungkook. Jungkook is bouncing his leg in his desktop chair.

The door clicks open and Jimin walks into the room and at the sight of Yoongi and Taehyung, he freezes.

Taehyung straightens up with clothes tucked under his free arm and a wide grin spreads slowly across his face. “I knew it!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and grabs Taehyung’s hand to pull him out of the room. “Use a condom.”

They brush past a Jimin that’s trying to shrink himself into the wall.

20 minutes ago

Yoongi hissed and rubbed his wrist as the cuff fell off. Taehyung rotated his wrist as the second cuff came loose. Yoongi looks at Taehyung and he finds himself admiring his features. When Taehyung’s eyes meet Yoongi’s, Yoongi shifts his focus back to your belongings.

Knick-knacks and presents from fans, himself and his members lay about the room. Yoongi’s glad to see that you still have a framed photo fo you two on your bed stand. Only now, a picture of you and Taehyung has been added next to his picture.

“Do you think she’ll be back soon?” Taehyung walks from your bathroom to your bed, clothes now changed.

Yoongi shrugs his shoulders and follows Taehyung to sit on your bed. He stares forward contemplating. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you. I wasn’t being fair.”

“Ha! So this did work,” Taehyung claps his hands and bounces on the bed with a smug look on his face.

“Okay,” Yoongi mutters and purses his lips. He pushes himself from the bed to leave the room but Taehyung hastily grabs his hand to pull him back down with a slew of apologies.

They sit in awkward silence for a minute.

“You know, when I first joined I thought you were the coolest person.” Taehyung looks forward because he can’t find himself to look at Yoongi. “And then Y/N joined and I could see you falling in love with her and at first, I was… angry but then I saw why you loved her.”

Yoongi is staring at the side of Taehyung’s face with awestruck eyes.

“I just want to say thank you for letting me be with her,” Taehyung finally turns towards Yoongi. He coughs out a humorless laugh, “I know you don’t feel the same. I’ve known that for a long time…. I think being with Y/N finally made me realize that some people aren’t meant to be together and others are. I wasn’t the one that was being fair trying to come between you and Y/N.”

Yoongi’s hand inches up towards Taehyung’s face and he flinches halfway but forces himself to keep moving. Taehyung silently watches as Yoongi’s hand rests upon his cheek. Yoongi’s eyes flicker across Taehyung’s face.

“No. You and Y/N are meant to be together. We’re meant to be together.”

Now

Taehyung’s hands slowly slide underneath your shirt and traces up your stomach to your bra. Yoongi’s fingers thread themselves through your hair and he brings your lips to his. He has full control of your lips as he moves his lips slowly, applying heavy pressure. Yoongi slips his tongue into your mouth when you let out a surprised gasp at Taehyung suddenly squeezing your breast.

Taehyung’s hands move up further to take off your shirt, causing you to have to pull away from Yoongi. But Yoongi and Taehyung are back on you the second your shirt hits the floor. Yoongi’s lips move faster and you whimper as Taehyung nibbles by your ear lobe. Taehyung slides his lips down and leaves an open-mouthed kiss at the juncture of your shoulder and neck. He pulls away and looks at your skin with pride at the formation of the first of many hickeys.

Taehyung moves to the side as Yoongi pushes you back onto the bed where he quickly crawls on top of you and recaptures your lips. You feel the bed dip as Taehyung moves next to you. Yoongi shifts to your other side so that you’re sandwiched between him and Taehyung. As Taehyung’s hand find purchase with your breast again, Yoongi’s hand trail down to your hips and tug on the waistband of your jeans.

You lift your hips with a whimper to consent to Yoongi and his thin fingers swiftly unbutton your pants and push them down. He helps you get your jeans off as you kick yourself out of them. It seems Taehyung doesn’t want to be left out because you feel his warm hands under your back, twisting until the clasps of your bra come undone.

You moan and arch your back slightly off the bed as Taehyung’s tongue swirls around your nipple until it’s hard. Yoongi notices Taehyung’s actions and begins copying him so both men are lavishing your sensitive chest. Both hands entangle themselves in each of the boys' hairs and you grip tight. Yoongi pulls away from your nipple with a loud pop and smashes his lips back to yours in a heated kiss.

“Let me kiss her,” Taehyung whines. Your nipples feel cold from the loss of contact.

Yoongi slides down and begins peppering your stomach with kisses, making his way to your panty line. Taehyung’s lips quickly cover yours and you have to take a moment to adjust in the change of pace. Where Yoongi enjoyed taking his time, Taehyung frantically moved his tongue against yours. This was the first time he’s been this intimate with you and he was finding it difficult to exert the same amount of control that Yoongi’s learned over the course of your relationship.

You gasp when Yoongi’s fingers suddenly dip between your thighs and begin running themselves up and down your panties. “Look at how fucking wet you are.”

Taehyung’s hand reaches down to join Yoongi’s. At you mewling, he pushes your panties aside and begins teasing your outer lips with his fingers but Yoongi grabs his wrist to stop him. He looks Taehyung dead in the eyes, “Wait your turn.” The tone Yoongi takes has you clenching your thighs together as best you can with Yoongi’s and Taehyung’s hands between them.

You lift your legs to help Yoongi as he takes the remaining article of clothing off of you. Taehyung shifts to the side to watch as Yoongi kneels in between your legs. His hands grip your knees to spread your legs so you lay bare to him and he lightly brushes his fingers around the edge of your pussy until your whimpering and rutting your hips to try and draw him to where you need him the most.

Yoongi smirks down at you and he finally gives you attention, collecting your juices on his fingers. Your heart races as Yoongi ducks his head and kisses down your inner thigh until he’s resting on his elbows and peering up at you through his eyelashes. You let out a choked moan when he lightly taps your clit then his fingers are circling around it, barely touching you. You feel his hot breath right at the center of your core and you’re sure he can see you clenching around nothing with how close he is.

You let out a frustrated sigh at Yoongi continuing his ministrations without any give. You roll your hips and Yoongi pulls away, tutting at you.

“Patience, kitten. You know what happens to little girls that misbehave. We wouldn’t want Tae to get the wrong impression.”

To be completely honest, you forgot Taehyung was even there as he was so silent. But looking over, his eyes are set on you and sometime along the way, he’s stripped himself of most of his clothes and is now palming his half-hard cock through his boxers.

“I think our kitten needs some help staying still.” Taehyung lets out a shuddered breath and presses harder on his cock. You bite your lip to stop the slew of words begging Yoongi to go back down on you because you’ve learned that the more you beg, the longer he holds out. “Taehyung.”

Taehyung moves up the bed and nudges you so that your back is leaning against his bare chest. His hands immediately cup your breasts again and he grinds his erection into your lower back in a way that has both of you moaning. His hands rest on your hips when Yoongi leans back down and you find it impossible to move the way you want to with his strength.

Yoongi doesn’t waste any more time teasing you. His fingers slowly push into your pussy, alleviating some of the ache you felt but still leaving you wanting more. You're sure there are going to be bruises in the shape of Taehyung’s hands on your hips tomorrow morning. Especially as your body jolts when Yoongi curls his fingers against your g-spot and flicks your clit with his tongue simultaneously.

Yoongi goes at a slow pace for a few moments then his tongue begins moving faster. Taehyung’s hands catch your legs before they close on Yoongi’s head since you’re too overwhelmed to stop yourself. The texture of Yoongi’s soft lips against your pussy, his firm tongue on your clit, skilled fingers in your core, and the loud slurping noises filling the room all work to bring you closer to the edge.

You reach back to clamp onto Taehyung’s arms. He cups your face and tilts it up to bring you into a messy upside down kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, neither one of you caring about taking the time to properly kiss each other; just desperate for the contact.

Yoongi sucks hard on your clit and with that, you’re eyes are rolling back and a loud drawn out moan escapes from your throat and you’re left panting in Taehyung’s arm.

“You did so well, kitten,” Yoongi pecks your lips. His eyes flicker up to Taehyung’s face and he further lifts himself up to kiss the younger member. You see Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s tongues swirl together briefly before they’re hidden from your view. You don’t mind the attention not being on you as the sight of them stirs another pool of lust in your stomach and the way they both grind with you in the middle only adds fire to the flame.

“I think she’s ready for more,” Taehyung looks down at you with hooded eyes when you whine at the feel of Yoongi’s cock rubbing against you.

“Yeah?” That stupid, smug smirk forms on Yoongi’s face. “You want my cock?” he grinds slowly against your core on purpose, “Use your words, kitten.”

“Yes! Fuck yes, I want your cock. Yoongi, please,” you beg him. You hear a faint curse slip from Taehyung behind you.  

Yoongi hurriedly removes his clothes and you can’t help but giggle when he struggles to take his jeans off as smoothly as the rest of his clothes. Though your giggle is cut short as Yoongi drags the tip of his cock through your slit. Yoongi’s thin stature carried over to his cock, but where he lacked in girth, he made up in length.

There’s a slight, delicious stretch as Yoongi pushes the head of his cock past your folds and keeps going until he’s bottomed out and it feels as though he’s reaching your furthest depths. All three of you moan as Yoongi becomes fully sheathed in you and you all wait with bated breaths until Yoongi moves.

His hips stutter as he gives a few experimental thrusts that has you better adjusting to him. Yoongi finds the right pace quickly. Yoongi also preferred slow love making over rough sex. Which you had no problem with because the drag of Yoongi’s cock on your inner walls every time he pulled out and the squeezing of your clit as his hips met yours again, brought you to orgasm most of the time.

And that is what is happening now. You’re mewling into Taehyung’s shoulder as Yoongi softly ruts into you and you’re hyperfocused on the sound of Yoongi panting in your ear. Every time Yoongi’s name falls from your lips, he’ll give a particularly hard thrust that leaves you slightly breathless. You can tell he’s getting close as his body starts shaking with exertion and every word becomes slurred to the point where he’s just groaning.

Yoongi’s thoughtful enough to remember to rotate his hips every time your groins meet to provide you with the friction you need. At the last roll of his hips, your knuckles are turning white and your toes are curling as you reach your second orgasm of the night. The sensation of your velvety walls clenching around his member, Yoongi stills, using everything in his power to stop himself from coming.

You’re confused at Yoongi leaving you still fully hard until you see Taehyung move from behind you and take Yoongi’s cock in his mouth. Yoongi’s head falls back in a silent moan and you're enraptured with the way Taehyung’s head bobs up and down. Yoongi preferred giving rather than receiving most of the time, so seeing Yoongi’s dick in another man’s mouth was truly a new experience.

Yoongi was already extremely close to coming because not long at Taehyung’s tongue began lavishing Yoongi’s member, Yoongi was gasping out a mix of your’s and Taehyung’s names as thick ropes of white spurted onto his stomach. You feel yourself somehow getting wetter as Taehyung licks a trail up Yoongi’s stomach, collecting the sperm on his tongue, and then going to you.

You taste the saltiness as your tongue moves with Taehyung’s.

“Oh fuck, kitten,” Yoongi lustfully whispers despite being in his refractory period.

“Can I fuck her now, hyung?” The look Taehyung gives Yoongi has you thinking that the younger would combust if Yoongi were to say no. But Yoongi nods yes and Taehyung all but pounces on you.

Taehyung pushes his boxers down to his knees with one hand where they stay as he works on marking your neck. His hips reflexively jolt against yours, so you reach down between you to take his cock in your hand. Taehyung’s cock is a tiny bit shorter than Yoongi’s and thicker and slightly bends to the left. It’s going to be a new feeling since you’re so accustomed to Yoongi’s straight cock.

Taehyung hisses as you pump his length a few times and guide it to your core. You help him work the tip and once he feels your walls surrounding him, Taehyung slams himself to the hilt in your pussy. Your grateful for the previous orgasms providing lubrication or else that would have been extremely painful.

“Shit, Y/N. You feel so good,” he accentuates each word with a hard thrust, face scrunched up in pleasure. He opens his eyes to your moans, “You like that?” You whimper out a yes and grip the sheets and Taehyung slows down his pace a little to focus on slamming into you harder.

The bed springs are creaking under the force of Taehyung’s thrusts but either of you could care less as you became lost in each other. Taehyung keeps his face close to yours and he’ll occasionally dip his head to sloppily kiss you. He loses his rhythm every time he kisses you but the romantic in him doesn’t want this to come off as him just fucking you. He needs to make sure that you know it’s a way for him to show he loves you.

Coming from a place of such intense emotion, he can’t help the words from slipping off his tongue. He doesn’t even realize that he’s said the three magic words but you heard them loud and clear.

“I love you.”

You look towards Yoongi, expecting there to be anger or jealousy in his eyes, but instead, he’s looking at you two with adoration and the same type of loving look only given on nights he was especially vulnerable. Immediately you realize that the situation between them hasn’t changed because they’ve learned to get along, but because they both came to terms with their own feelings for each other.

You’re brought back to the man above you as his thrust grow more and more frantic and he’s grunting with effort. Sweat beads on his skin, giving Taehyung a sheen glow that has you trying to memorize his beauty in this exact moment. Taehyung slips his hands into yours and intertwines your fingers before he slams into you a couple more times and releases his seed in you with a growl.

Taehyung’s body sighs and his forehead rests against yours as you both work to catch your breath. His lips lazily move against yours as he comes down from his high and once he slips out of you, he rolls over to his side and pulls you close to him.

Taehyung’s head is buried in your neck and your eyes are drooping shut when Yoongi comes back into the room and you feel a hot washcloth gently being used to clean you. You sleepily watch Yoongi, grateful and when he locks eyes with you, he gives you a soft smile.

Yoongi sets the washcloth on the bedside table then crawls onto the bed to lay on the opposite side of you. You take one of his hands in your free hand and bring it up to kiss the back of it. Yoongi just looks down at you with pure happiness in his eyes.

He brushes away strands of hair from your face, “Go to bed, princess.” You listen to Yoongi’s quiet command and close your eyes to drift into a state of semi-consciousness.

“Taehyung?”

Taehyung hums next you, slightly more awake than you are since he’s able to respond.

“We love you too.”

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As previously warned, I have a huge number of questions for the fanfic author ask thing. So, here we go: 4, 5, 6, 12, 13, 14, 15, 17, 20, 21, 24, 25, 26, 27, 29, 30, 31, 33, 36, 37 and then, if that wasn’t already enough, and there is anything you want to answer that I haven’t already asked, then pick one of your choosing to answer as well! 💕

Holy crap you weren’t kidding! lol this is gonna be so much fun!

4: What made you start writing fanfiction?

My 3rd grade teacher, Mr. Gula, gave me a challenge to write out my own ending to my favorite movie or TV show. As I was never really one to back down from a challenge, I went home and wrote out my own story about the first Transformers movie and another one about what I would do if I had been in HIgh School Musical. Yeah... needless to say, I was the Hermione of my grade.

5: Favorite pairing?

I know I don’t write for them, but my top is probably either Dee Dee and Frankie from the Beach Blanket Bingo, Bikini Beach, and Muscle Beach type movies or Seaweed and Penn from Hairspray. Something about those types of romance are sort of sweet to me. Guess I’m just an old soul. I also adore Cory and Topanga form Boy Meets World, but I’m mostly here for the older romances.

6: Least favorite pairing?

I’ll probably get flack for all of my answer, but I’m a little bit opinionated about this lol. The way Ginny and Harry’s relationship in the films was, was just confusing and so not what I had expected from them. The books gave them so much more than the movies ever did. The books were way better. Another case I don’t like was Bella and Edward/Renesmee and Jacob from Twilight. I think the other relationships in Twilight were better (Jasper and Alice are so sweet!) and Stephanie Meyer just kinda tossed Bella and Edward and Renesmee and Jacob together in the hope it would work and it just didn’t.

12: What’s the weirdest fic you’ve ever written?

I can’t believe I’m admitting to this.... I used to write full stories about One Direction. I had a full Niall x OC story I posted on a 1D Imagines group on Facebook that got almost 2,000 likes. It was silly, but, my word, it was almost as long as Broken Record. It spanned over the month of October 2014 and I can’t believe it ot the attention it did. It wasn’t all that good, but I guess it was good enough for people to like it, so that’s alright by me lol

13: Weirdest fic you’ve ever read?

I don’t believe it’s on fanfiction anymore, but I remember the basic info on it. It was Make a Wish by FireBladePrime. It was pretty much a girl made a wish on a shooting star and it made her favorite toys come to life as full size humans. I believe she ended up falling in love with one, but I’m pretty sure it just ended up being something that she came up with in her head when she was in a coma due to a car accident. Definitely a weird one, but it was pretty well written as far as memory serves.

14: Do the people in your life know you write fic? How do they feel about it?

Well, quite a bit of my family knows, actually. It started with just my parents, but my dad was always wanting to show off whatever his baby princess did (I was his only biological child, my older siblings were from my mom’s ex-husband). Dad shared with his siblings, mom shared with her siblings and my grandfather. My nieces and nephews know as well, but I believe that’s it. As far as I know, they are all very supportive and have no problem with it. My neice, Lorali, and nephews, Erek and Drake, have read all of my Teen Beach fics and quote things from them daily just to see if I’ll react, but they mostly just like reading them or having me read to them. They’re very loving and supportive of my writing.

15: Favorite fandom to write for?

I don’t know if I could pick one! I love Teen Beach so much, but I also have a certain affinity for writing small oneshots or “x Reader” style stories for Avengers and Harry Potter which can be found here and here. I do share the Harry Potter page with my sister, but she handles reblogging things to our page. Anyway, those would probably be my top fandoms!

17: What is the harshest criticism you’ve ever gotten on a fic?

Holy crap. Okay, I may or may not have repressed this for a long time, but I have more than one that I can’t decide between. The other one was from a girl in my class who stole my writing notebook and read my writing. Fuck you, Ashley She gave it back to me later that day with marker scribbles all over my writing. She said that I was horrible. The next day, I stole the makeup bag she had brought from her mother’s bathroom and buried it on the playground.

I was a good child that believed in getting even. Nobody found out about that btw.

Anyway, the first real criticism I had on a fic was someone who said, “You have no talent and you shouldn’t be writing. It all sucks and you’ll never go anywhere as an author.” I had actually written this down and, when I felt it no longer mattered to me, I burned it. It took me a couple of years to come to the realization that their opinion didn’t matter to me.

 20: What’s your biggest struggle when it comes to writing fic?

Having time to sit down and write, probably. I usually have great ideas, but, in order to write them out and have them come out alright, I would need to sit down and feel it all come together while I write. I need time that I just don’t have most of the time.

21: Your biggest strength?

When I sit down to write, it all just flies out of me. Once i start, I don’t stop until my idea is all out into either m notebook or my computer. I can have a simple idea that somehow spirals into an eight page chunk that I never thought was possible. I like to think of that as my biggest writing strength.

24: What’s your process?

Write out the “backbone plot” (The stuff that has to happen, no matter what)

Decide on characters. Figure out appearance, personality and basic traits. (Sorta like a sim, I guess)

Bounce ideas with whoever will listen/listen to music (Gain ideas and write them in a small notebook)

Wait for inspiration and time to line up accordingly.

Write as much as I can.

Go back into that later on and edit what needs to be there and delete what isn’t necessary.

Publish!

I hope that’s what this means, at least.

25: Of all the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite?

Most definitely Broken Record and Creating a Rift. It was one of my first published stories and I just adore them.

26: Which of your fics is your least favorite?

I don’t even know how to find it anymore, but it was called Life’s a Rollercoaster. It was a Transformers fic that I had written when I was 11. Never finished it bc I lost the login stuff and it, now that I remember it, sucked hard.

27: What’s your most popular fic? Do you think the popularity is warranted, or is there another fic that you think deserves it more?

Any of them really! I love that Broken Record has had almost 10,000 reads, but I don’t believe it. As I go back over it, I wonder how on earth it gained popularity in the first place, but I couldn’t be happier that it did!

29: Which of your fics was the hardest to write?

My book. Probably the Christmas one, tbh. I only feel the pull to write it around the holidays and that kinda sucks lol

30: Favorite fic writers?

You better know you’re number one, girlie! For those who don’t know, Eleanor here is one of my closest internet friends and she’s practically family to me at this point!

As for other authors, I love Ulurnaga’s Primary Mechanisms story (Transformers). I know she hasn’t updated it since 2014, but it was so good that she could’ve left it at multiple parts and it would’ve been fine. I think it has abot 118 chapters to it. I have a few favorites from AutobotGuy710 who does a lot of Transformers stories basing around adoption (helps for my references and also a better understanding of what goes on a bit in adoptions/foster care). On Tumblr, I have a few faves, but not a ton. I like imagine-and-marvel and potterlyimagines fics a lot, but that’s about it at the moment as I haven’t sat down to read fics in a little while.

31: Do you write just for fun, or would you ever consider pursuing writing?

A bit of both, actually. I mostly enjoy writing my fics as a bit of an escape from reality. I enjoy being able to place myself in a world that doesn’t exist and sort of play around a bit. However, I do actually write as a job. I was working for my county newspaper for a while and that spiraled into me writing my first book, Feather Picked. I am currently writing one of the sequels to Feather Picked which takes the focus from my original main character, Melody, and moves it to her best friend, Roxy. I am planning on publishing a total of at least 5 books, the first four being the chronological 4 that take place over the course of a full year, each taking one season. The last one will be a look into the future, hopefully.

My first book can be found here!

33: Fanfiction pet peeves?

Goodness gracious. As someone who loves English classes, when people don’t place paragraphs correctly or spell simple words correctly, it reeeeeeally grinds my nerves. I will still sit through a story if it’s a well plotted story, but, come on people, at least do proper paragraphing!!!

Also, when people spell “definitely” as “defiantly”...... uuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh

36: Which charachter(s) would you never write for?

For this one, I don’t really have much to say.

Probably characters from shows like soap operas or shows that never seem to end. If I can’t grasp the character’s backstory or personality after watching it because it never stops changing whenever it benefits the story or what the writers have planned, I refuse to write for them. 

Mary Sue types like Bella Swan who are merely the damsel in distress  and are only there to play out the author’s wish to be put in some type of scenario where everyone fawns over them constantly (can be applied to male characters as well).

37: Which character is your favorite to write for?

Out of already made characters: Butchy, Lela, Cheech, Evie, Ben, Harry Hook, Bucky Barnes, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood.

Out of my OCs: Mick, Malina, Roxy Madden, Candi DiMaggio

Since you said I could pick one if I wanted, I’m going to pick #40.

40: Imagine yourself 10 years in the future; do you think you’ll still be writing fic?

I think I will be, yes. I don’t think my ideas for movies and books will ever stop. Especially knowing what I have planned after Creating A Rift is done. But... that’s a story for another time, lol

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S2 Ep 33:  ᵇˡᶦᵐᵖ ʙʟɪᴍᴘ  BLIMP ԀꟽI⅂ꓭ

I usually don’t really do these during weekdays but lets just say today was a day where I felt the need for a healthy distraction.

Ah, it is episode 33. There are...so many episodes in a Yugioh season, guys. I was just not aware. But, here we are at episode 33 and we are finally going to start the finals.

For reals this time, no one’s going to get engaged, no one’s going to randomly murder a bunch of people. We are officially starting the finals this episode.

Sort of.

Man, Kaiba and his butterfly-wing shoulderpads. Sometimes it just looks like he’s just going to gently flutter away.

Also in this stadium with Kaiba and Mokuba is Marik and Odion, who is just as confused as to where the hell everyone went and why the hell Mai just flew by being carried off by a ninja in a jet pack. The hours it must have taken to wait for Yugi’s crew to walk 2 single blocks was enough time for Marik to formulate yet another back-up plan. I want to say this is plan #9.

It’s a good thing Pharaoh can’t read anymore, considering that Marik’s just walking around in a crop hoodie with a tattoo that just reads “SEASON 2 SPOILERS, PHARAOH, DO NOT READ” in hieroglyphs.

But if you wait long enough, even Yugi and his friends will accidentally wander the correct direction and actually show up.

(read more under the cut)

Not a joke, this is actually an unfinished public works project, congratulations, Kaiba Corps, there is nothing that Kaiba won’t try and then fail at, at least once.

Anyways, this shady-as-hell unfinished stadium seems kind of like a good place to get murdered and then tossed into a cement slab. Which honestly, would have been a very likely end to this season, considering what we have been through so far.

Marik decides to sneak around the bleachers, probably on all fours so no one would spot him, jump out a window, and then come in through the front door like he’s not been here this entire time. As he did, apparently he made everything very, very windy. In fact, everyone with a millennium item brought with them a spooooooky gust of wind except I think Yugi, who is probably too short to pull that one off.

Yugi did manage to get the vibe of “something bad is coming” before Marik entered the field, but like...there’s so many bad things at this point, Yugi. So many people that could be. It feels like that might be half the cast. You could say that at any given moment in this season and be absolutely right.

So, after possessing Tea for a second, for...some reason? Did she need threatening? Anyway, after doing that, Namu is in with the gang because literally nothing will prevent Yugi from becoming a friend with you, especially if you are trying to hide the fact that you just tried to kill him by drowning him in the ocean.

Funny how instead of them asking how the hell Namu got away from cultists, they have to fixate on the mystery of “is Bakura good at cards!?” because, and I kinda forgot about this, I guess they don’t remember the last time they saw Bakura play. How far up their own ass is Yugi and Joey to assume that just because Bakura doesn’t brag about cards all day, that Bakura hasn’t been equally good at cards? They kind of deserve this.

Yeah and PS Kaiba absolutely did not check the satellite to get the DL on why the hell Bakura got so many cards. Dayjob Saruman I guess went home for the evening so...although that shadow game was definitely being recorded on a computer, we’ll never know what that mess looked like on Kaiba’s end. Like there’s just three duel disks covered in ectoplasm hanging out in the cemetery and no one seems to have noticed?

Like for a competition that was huge about security and tech, they only seemed to watch the God Cards players and then Mokuba randomly monitored Joey Wheeler for some reason. That was it. That was all the people the Kaiba’s cared about.

So although Marik and Odion and Bakura could probably take on everyone right now. Like riiiight now. They decide not to because, well, I nearly forgot about someone that I was really looking forward to seeing again, that’s right, my favorite boy!

AW THERE HE IS!

to quote one of my actual favorite earworms,

Where has this big boy been hiding!? He’s freakin ginormous, but apparently he was just hiding behind a soft cloud or something, in anticipation of this grand reveal in a very sketch unfinished stadium that’s probably being used to bet on bum fights.

Mokuba gets excited for the first time since...I don’t remember if Mokuba’s ever actually been excited before. Like I’m digging through my memories here and no, Mokuba’s been mostly abducted, angry, bored, or scared, this is the first time he’s exuded that pure pre-teen energy.

PS a blimp’s max flying height is 1500 ft, and what surprised me the most about this was realizing that this entire time we’ve been watching this show, we’ve been getting measurements in US metrics. Didn’t realize that before today.

Also, on my wikipedia deep dive into blimps, I found out that like...this is probably not a “blimp,” but actually a semi-rigid airship but...I’m gonna keep calling it a blimp. Don’t @ me, blimp fandom on tumblr.

It’s so good to see more Blimp. Even though...probably the worst place to throw a tourney? Like...how many people are you even gonna fit in there? Like...is this televised? I mean I don’t know how Kaiba’s marketing works for this, honestly, he took over every TV in the city to get people to join this tourney, and now that it’s in full swing no one can watch it?

Whatever, it’s a blimp.

Duke Devlin is still here, despite the fact that I don’t think he’s going to do anything for the rest of this season. I guess they had to promote that gameboy game so his face will just be in the background always although as a dice player he um...he has no purpose here.

In fact it makes no sense, he works with Pegasus who straight up killed Mokuba and Kaiba like a month ago, why are they just letting him on their airship? Whatever.

I dunno, maybe there’s more that Duke will do eventually, but he just seemed like a replacement for Bakura at first--and Bakura’s back now, so why’s he still here?

Ishizu is here, and while every other time we’ve seen Ishizu, she’s been talking our ears off, the one time she should probably say something, she instead decides to lock herself inside her bedroom and avoid everyone.

I guess she was mostly avoiding Marik so they don’t have a sibling laser fight in the hull of a Blimp. That would have made things so awkward for Yugi and Bakura. Especially Yugi, who still doesn’t know that thing around his neck shoots freakin lasers.

Props the background artists who had to draw billions of small little buildings AKA the worst background in the world to draw. I will go through hoops to avoid drawing even a single building, but to have to sit down and paint just a whole page of buildings that someone’s going to smack a foreground on anyway? Mad respect. If you look closely you’ll see that this artist had to use a ruler and perspective and other annoying tools that take up time and energy. Even using editing tools like using blocks of black color to imitate the look of rooftops and crowded structures, it probably took them a few hours to make the background that went in a .2 second scene.

They’ll probably reuse these buildings later, don’t get me wrong, but oi, I feel for them in my carpel tunnel bones.

Seto keeps telling Yugi that they’re rivals but I don’t think anyone on this show other than Joey thinks of Seto as much of a rival at all. You almost feel a little bad for him, like he’s in a weird...hate triangle, but very much on the loosing end of it.

Next we get a good look at Kaiba’s interior design decisions, and much like his mansions, it’s a lot of very unexpected soothing pastels. Like this is a lot of seafoam blue. How can someone so angry make something so grandma-zen? Is it actually Kaiba’s grandmother who is just slapping down all these paint chips when he’s not looking? I mean it’s got muted pink stools even, with a makeup station.

Tea, Tristan, and Duke have no rooms to go to because they aren’t actually part of this competition, so they’re just squatting around until they’ll probably all end up crashing with Mokuba, the only other person who is not dueling in this competition. Reminds me a lot of the first week of college, where everyone is just coasting dorm room to dorm room and there’s like 10 people there who actually don’t actually go there but want to hang out with their high school friends and they just end up sleeping in your room for 7 days until they read your other friend’s diary, get hella indignant, and then storm off back to California. My apologies to my Freshman year roommate who had to put up with all that girl drama.

And because it’s this show, the men and their bottomless stomachs decide to raid the smallest little mini fridge and you wouldn’t believe what takes up about 1/4 of it

There is so many cheese wheels in this Japanese show, guys. So, I felt like doing a quick google search of Japan and Cheese and it’s just a bunch of ex-pats talking about how the European cheeses most of us are familiar with is harder to find in Japan. So, maybe that’s why? It's a status symbol that he can find round cheeses?

But even if you can only get your hands on a 30$ Swiss wheel every so often (because that really is just Swiss cheese, like lets be real.) how much Swiss cheese can one man eat??? Especially since, looking closely, there is not a single baguette here. No man can eat that much cheese without a bread!

Sorry, stuffing your face full of free cheese you pulled out of your friend’s mini-fridge is also giving me vivid flashbacks to my Freshman year of college.

Also little edit--just realized that flag is flipped 90 degrees from French so that’s probably a Holland flag? Although I looked up European flags and there is...none that have that color order so I don’t know which country they were originally going for.

YO I just realized there’s no curtains on any of these pelvis-height level windows. So, you can’t sleep because of the lights, and you can’t change into pajamas because like--the whole city will see.

Kaiba does seem like the type that would on purpose not install any curtains on any of the windows he’s ever owned, though.

Keto is gone, and now we just have Roland, who is probably too terrified to ever abduct the Kaibas by picking them up by the neck with one arm.

Anyway, in case you were wondering--since the show has decided to make a huge fuss over card prep time--how can they prep for a card game if they only have the cards they brought with them and they don’t know what the other people are even playing or which person they’re playing first?

Kaiba did nothing. He sat there and thought “If Yugi doesn’t even put that God Card in his deck this entire tourney will be absolutely pointless.”

Mai took little sips of milk. Probably paired it with Swiss cheese. Just a huge bite out of a wheel of Swiss cheese.

Odion never found the refrigerator.

Marik took a nap on this bed that looks like it’s just made of foam. Why is this the only one on the show who’s like “Youknow, I should sleep at some point.”

And Yugi’s prep involved talking to himself a whole lot, which explains why none of his friends wanted to stay here for that. I doubt very much Yugi kicked him out of the room. He was probably like “no, stay, stay” in that high pitched-low pitched voice combo until they were like “nooooo I don’t want to be present for your daily seance checkup byeeee.” while slowly backing out of the room.

Yo remember that time we were worried about Bandit Keith stealing the puzzle?

Apparently...Pharaoh could have just sort of done that dizzolving thingy and appeared right back on Yugi’s neck.

And remember that time Yugi handed that puzzle to Joey?

Apparently...Pharaoh could have just sneezed and then bam--right back around Yugi’s neck.

Like remember any time this season that we’ve been like “Oh no, the puzzle! We’re gonna lose it!” no that...that was never a problem.

I mean to be fair when it’s dismantled it might not work but um--apparently you can’t lose an item after it’s decided it likes you. At all. Which is kind of weird because Pegasus totally lost that eyeball, and aren’t all these items property of Pharaoh anyway?

I’ll try not to think about it as this rule seems to only really apply to Bakura. 

Anyway, next week--I’m pretty sure the finals are indeed actually starting next week. I could be wrong as I have been every single episode but maybe--probably--the finals are actually going to start. We shall see.

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Monday, 12 September 2022:

Chicago IX: Chicago’s Greatest Hits Chicago (Rhino) (released in 2020, original album released in 1975)

About four weeks ago my wife’s car was in the shop which meant we had to borrow my father’s work truck.  When the car was repaired, I drove her to the dealer and then drove the truck back to my father’s house.  His truck has a CD player but I never remember to bring a CD, so I either listen to the radio (and it isn’t satellite radio either, so there are a thousand commercials and one song) or I drive in silence.  Generally I opt for the silence. 

This time I had the radio on and after another commercial came the song “Does Anyone Really Know What Time It Is” by Chicago.  Since I listen to my iPod or Sirius Radio Channel 33 (1st Wave) or Channel 31 (Tom Petty Radio) when I drive my wife’s car, I would never hear the likes of Chicago anywhere.  And since I never listen to FM Radio in a car, I couldn’t tell you when the last time I heard this song on the radio.  Whatever the time frame was I was super jazzed to hear this and I thought it was quite spectacular.  I immediately began planning on pulling out the record and playing it when I got home. 

But that begat the question, do I even own this song or the attendant album it is on?  I own Chicago (commonly known as Chicago II) and Chicago III.  I was all of 12 and 13 when those two albums came out and they were the end of my brief interest in Chicago.  I had that monolithic live album At Carnegie Hall but it was a Christmas gift and I don’t count the fact I owned it.  I long ago traded my Chicago albums but I did buy their second and third albums on Japanese mini LPs (which are CDs) because I used to pick up all my old albums on mini LPs if they were ever released in that format in Japan.  While I am still barely tolerant of Chicago, I do enjoy Chicago III because it sounds the least like anything of theirs I’ve ever heard on the radio and I truly enjoy Sing A Mean Tune, Kid and I Don’t Want Your Money, both of which are guitar laden songs and far from the general milquetoast sound I associate with Chicago.  (I also like the suite Hour In The Shower because once upon a time when I didn’t think about the environment and the gradual depletion of water sources, I easily could spend an hour in the shower or at least 20 minutes; today, it is less than five minutes). 

Anyhow, I came home and realized that Does Anyone Know What Time It Is is on the band’s debut album Chicago Transit Authority back when they were briefly known under that name.  Now, I’m not keen on Greatest Hits albums, obviously.  All one needs to do is look at my irrational argument that somehow 20 Linda Ronstadt albums makes more sense than two Greatest Hits albums.  But if I were to buy the first Chicago release, I’d be looking at it being expensive if I bought the 2009 pressing of it on Japanese mini LP to match my other two Chicago albums.  Used copies start at $50 and the thought of dropping $50 on Chicago for one song I’d probably play once or twice and then wonder what deluded me into thinking this made any sense, wasn’t anything I was keen on.  But did I really want a standard CD of it?  And then I discovered there is a new 50th anniversary reissue (the album came out in 1969) but it is a new mix.  I’m exhausted with new mixes of old albums and I am simply uninterested in them.  I don’t care what someone 45 years my junior thinks something should sound like today.  Just give me the real version and I’ll be fine.  But did I want an old original copy of their first album?  It would be beaten and worn and I don’t have my original vinyl copies of II and III any longer so that wasn’t an option. 

That’s when I discovered the song was on a Greatest Hits album.  And then I learned Walmart has a new 2020 edition of it on yellow vinyl.  I already have way too many Walmart albums in my collection and I am getting as exhausted with them as I am new mixes of old albums.   Above are the album cover and the back of the album.  Below, you will see the yellow vinyl and then one of my typical outside shots of the colored vinyl which more often than not reveals little surprise.

I had no idea this album was a greatest hits album.  I’ve seen it forever and I always assumed it was just another faceless, nameless Chicago album.  For that matter I thought Terry Kath, their gruff voiced guitarist died after Chicago III and I was startled to learn he was in the band for their first ten albums!  I hear everyone who loves Chicago going on about how Kath would have changed the band and their formula had he not died, but give me a break, he was in the band for almost a decade and they just grew more and more milquetoast and bland.  Anyhow, Chicago naming their hits album a numerical title (Chicago IX) just reinforces to me their ever evolving blandness. 

I did, however, once upon a time, think this album cover was rather clever.  But as I was deciding what to do about my ever growing obsession with wanting to hear Does Anyone Know What Time It Is I began pouring over their discography.  And that’s when I discovered this cover is part of a series of photoplays Chicago produced over the course of three albums.  I thought this cover was meant to evoke a certain era, you know how white people are: ‘let’s evoke that era when things were so much better, the 1950s.’  I believe, without a shred of evidence, that they are attempting to evoke a Norman Rockwell-esque sense of humor and trying to stake their own claim that they, like Rockwell’s paintings, are a quintessential American institution.  Take a look at the other two ‘staged photos’ below (both taken from discogs) the band had created and see what you think.  Below is the insert that came with Chicago VIII (obviously trying to change their image after being such a serious commodity if you take the artwork of Chicago VII as the final straw of their regal artwork and hand scripted lyrics and credits era which came on board with Chicago in 1971).                    

Then if you stay in sequence, Chicago IX’s cover is the second part of this “triptych” (note the policeman on the cover in the old woman’s window they have painted over).  The final piece of this staged sequencing is found in the gatefold that is Chicago X, you can see it below.

When I discovered this whole policeman haranguing the band artwork, I decided I would completely ignore my keen desire to hear Does Anyone Know What Time It Is and just move on.  But then of course, today I was at Walmart (my first trips to the grocery store since I contracted Covid two weeks ago) and like one of George Romeo’s zombies in Dawn of The Dead, I entered the store and my eyes glazed over and I waltzed right over to the record section and much to my dismay I discovered this album in stock.  I hurriedly moved away from the records, proceeded to buy my toiletries (Target doesn’t sell the toilet paper I prefer, I always hit up Target first in my grocery shopping expeditions) trying to decide if I should drop any money on this.  I immediately began singing one of my most reviled songs (If You Leave Me Now, the Number One most milquetoast song ever written) and I was disappointed that I would be owning that by buying this album.  But did that stop me?  Heck, no. 

Below is one side of the inner sleeve.  The other side looks exactly like the back of the album cover which you can look at in the second photo at the top of the page.

I was extremely grateful to learn that If You Leave Me Now is not on this album.  But then neither is Old Ways, a song I had hoped was because when it came out I had a very good friend who actually believed for the longest time that they were singing “Baldy” instead of “Old Ways” which still cracks me up to this day, 40 years down the road and I would have not had a problem owning “Baldy.” 

Below are the labels for Side 1 and Side 2.  Note that the labels are still calling forth that regal era of theirs that involved handwritten credits, lyrics, etc and presented the band more as serious artists, I suppose.  Someone must have thought they needed to lighten their image with the Norman Rockwell, silent film homage Cop chasing the band photos that came hot on the heels of all those more serious (that is, previous) albums. 

The only song I have ever heard on Side 2 is the opening track which I know from being on Chicago and it was endlessly played on the radio back in the day.  As for the rest of these tracks, I haven’t a clue what they are.  I know of the song Beginnings (it was on their debut) but I do not believe I have ever heard it.  I’m already wishing I would have been wiser and just bought the damn 45 of Does Anyone Know What Time It Is. 

A couple hours later: Now that I’ve heard the song I was so excited to hear on my stereo, I realize these moments where an odd song excites you cannot be repeated, reenacted or elongated.  If it catches your mood or your interest in a way it never has before it is a moment in time and you should be happy you had it.  But as far as trying to recreate it, forget it.

[weareinstrangetimes]

This Day In History - Jan 20, 2021 |  a work in progress...

Immediately after the inauguration of Joseph R Biden as the 46th President of The United States of America, the Republican Party, along with the right wing disinformation network and their allies abroad and whatever nook and cranny they can be found in will attempt to re-write history. They will point the finger of blame for everything they are responsible for including their complicity in the corruption, deceit, atrocities, breaking of all norms, denigrating the Constitution, insurrection and attempted sedition based on the lies and conspiracy theories by their nice leader and traitor-in-chief.

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A post from October with a lot of research, graphs, and links, topped with a video from Meidas Touch

The Trump Depression: The Economy Does Better Under the Democrats

One of the rare occasions when DJT has told the truth.

https://weareinstrangetimes.tumblr.com/post/633392690647711746/the-trump-depression-the-economy-does-better

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The National Debt.

Trump’s most enduring legacy could be the historic rise in the national debt

COVID-19

One Year, 400,000 Coronavirus Deaths: How the U.S. Guaranteed Its Own Failure

Cremation Limits Lifted In LA Due To 'Backlog' As COVID-19 Deaths Skyrocket

~~~~~~~~~~~~     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I continuously see posts in FB, and shared from one person to another, in many edited forms, that are to be their “reminder” of where we are currently, for posterity. Most of them will have some personal points of fact in them such as the current price of gasoline in their area. Most of them contain the usual false or misleading talking points used by the GOP and the right wing disinformation circles. They aren’t outrageously nonsensical enough to have come from the duck pond people, so they mostly are just the usual disinformation from the Republicans. Case in point: Facebook post I am making this post so it will show back up as a future memory on my timeline:Today is Biden's Inauguration ...Gasoline is currently $2.17 per gallon in Checotah OK. Interest rates are 2.25% for a 30 year mortgage. The stock market closed at 31,188.38 +257.86 (0.83%) today even though we have been fighting COVID for 11 months. Our GDP growth for the 3rd Qtr was 33.1 percent. We had the best economy ever until COVID and it is recovering well. We have not had any new wars or conflicts in the last 4 years. North Korea has been under control and has not been testing any missiles. ISIS has not been heard from for over 3 years. The housing market is the strongest it has been in years. Homes have appreciated at an unbelievable rate and sell well. Wood prices are high with 2x2x8' going around $5.66/stud at Home Depot... And let’s not forget that peace deals in the Middle East were signed by 4 countries—unprecedented! Unemployment sits at 6.7% in spite of COVID.

Point - Counter Point

My reply: The 33% gain in GDP is true. That is still 10% below the Q1 level after the 31.4% drop in Q2. And even farther below the Q4 2019 level. The reason for the 33% gain from a 31.4% loss is due to the stimulus pumped into the economy from the Cares Act that Nancy Pelosi worked so hard on getting. https://www.brookings.edu/.../dont-let-flashy-3rd.../ 

Below is a running tracking of the GDP from 1947 to the latest data. There are two major drops in the GDP. One starting in Q3 2008, and another dramatic one beginning Q1 2020.

   Reply to me: plus adding manufacturing that was outsourced to offshore manufacturing, lowering tax rates on business, and a multitude of other things. If you think this new stimulus bill they passed will benefit us we'll see since they seem more interested in sending money to other countries including enemies.

My Response:

Which manufacturing jobs were those? I know there has always been a lot of "talk" about it. Many corporations took advantage of their tax windfall to buy back their own stocks. Some who did upgrades added automation which resulted in loss of jobs for human workers, that robots could do. Some of those high profile corporations that were on display at the White House who gave out $1000 bonuses (to high ranking employees) laid workers off and scaled back which more than made up for it. Many CEOs and upper management received raises and very little went to the working class employees. There were a few companies that actually did increase wages and benefits to their employees, and Kudos to them. But I think they were in the minority.

The money going to foreign countries is not anything new and it was also included in the previous years budgets. It was part of the annual budget, in the defense portion, and was not part of the stimulus bill. They combined voting on them to try to get them both passed. The House voted on them separately and the Senate was to vote on the combined bill. The talking points are merely political, knowing full well that the majority of the population were not going to do any research.

N Korea? While exchanging love letters they were continuing their nuclear war head development under the cloud of a love affair. They had already perfected and tested their long range missiles within the last 4 years. Missiles that could reach the Western United States.

Peace treaties between non-warring countries? A nice political ploy. Bebe was returning the favor for the previous administration's help with his re-election. The two peoples still at odds are Israel and the Palestinians. The Palestinians were left out. The Palestinians want the same thing that Israel has always wanted and rightly so. Their own homeland/country and recognition on the world stage. The conflicts in that region, aside from with Iran, were with Qatar, (where we have a strategically shared air base and thousands of troops, and the other strategic partners in the region. Why? Because Jared Kushner got turned down when he was asking Qatar to bail out his failing 666 5th Ave property. It was revenge. So, that's like throwing gas on a pile of wood, lighting it, and then offering water to put the fire out. Those "peace treaties" were nothing more than normalization and cooperation agreements with some promised "deals" thrown in.

Point - Counter Point Another post being passed around in FB.

I've heard everyone else's hatred, rhetoric and blatant lies for the past four years, so now I'm expressing my opinion. If you don't like it, you know where the delete button is. Let me be clear, I'm not a Biden fan. I think he's corrupt, a liar, a racist fanatic, he's in bed with China and probably suffers dementia. He has done nothing to improve anything in his 47 year political career. But what has Trump done in the past 4 years?The ′′ arrogant ′′ in the White House negotiated four Middle East Peace Accords, something that 71 years of endless political intervention and war failed to produce.The White House ′′ buffoon ′′ is the first president to not involve us in an outside war since Eisenhower.The ′′ racist ′′ in the White House has had the biggest impact on the economy, bringing jobs and reducing unemployment among the black and Latina population of ANY other president. Never. Ever.The ′′ liar ′′ in the White House has exposed profound, widespread and long-standing corruption in the FBI, CIA, NSA, and Republican and Democratic parties.The White House ′′ White Supremacist ′′ turned NATO around and made them start paying their debts.The White House's ′′ dumb ′′ neutralized North Koreans and prevented them from sending missiles to Japan and threatening the Western US.The ′′ xenophobic ′′ in the White House changed our relationship with the Chinese, brought hundreds of businesses back to the US and revived the economy.This same ′′ clown ′′ reduced taxes, increased the standard deduction in his IRS statement from $ 12,500 to $ 24,400 for married couples and prompted the stock market to rise to record levels, positively impacting retirement accounts of tens of millions of citizens.The ′′ idiot ′′ in the White House accelerated the development of multiple COVID vaccines that are now available or will be soon. And yet we still don't have a vaccine for SARS, bird flu, ebola, or a number of diseases that emerged during previous administrations.The ′′ orange man ′′ in the White House rebuilt our military, which the Obama administration paralyzed and fired 214 key generals and admirals in their first year of term.Got it you don't like it. Many of you hate and despise him completely. How special of you. He is serving you and the WHOLE American people. What are you doing besides insulting him and laughing that he got the China virus Some of you even expected COVID to be the cause of her disappearance. (Ah, the left. The party of ′′ tolerance ′′Please re-educate me on what Biden has accomplished for America in his 47 years in office, as well as enriching the entire Biden family. BTW where's Hunter?I'll take the ′′ clown ′′ any day versus a corrupt, hypocritical, racist, fork-tongue liar. I want a strong leader who isn't afraid to kick butts when necessary. I don't need a father figure. I don't need a liar. That's what Hollywood, CNN, MSNBC, ABC, NBC, CBS and The New York Times are for.Call me dumb, racist, super diffuser or part of the basket of deplorables. I don't care!God bless Donald Trump, the best and least appreciated president in US history.

Reply:

Counterpoint part 1: I realize you are not the author of that post. I have seen this post re-posted many times in various forms here in FB including by friends and I didn't respond. But since this is my post I will. I have also seen it at a site where gamers, musicians, music enthusiasts and creative folks hang out. It did not originate from there. The origin I believe is in part anyway from the same conspiracy theorist group that also makes up wild and crazy claims of former heads of state and officials being arrested, that never are. And people dying, who are still alive. And a dead person secretly being alive and running a crusade, who is still dead. And pizza joints having basements with trafficking rings, that have no basements. And miracle cures for COVID that are not proven and can cause more damage if not used for what they were intended for, even if you have a really cool pillow and a clean aquarium. And, and, and ... 5G, windmills, George Soros, Bill Gates, Forest Gump, Mr. Magoo, and voodoo doctors doing it with little green men in their dreams. 

Do they ever question why everything they believe is bunk? Do they ever get angry for being deceived? Do they ever feel foolish for looking foolish for posting such foolish nonsense? No. They just pass it off and wait for the next wild tale to spread and swear by. 

There are those who praise so-called Peace Treaties between nations that are not at war, leaving out the 1 culture that is affected and wants their own sovereignty and homeland, in every one of those so called "peace treaties". They suggest he should get a Nobel Peace Prize, and some even think he has been awarded it because he puts a fake facsimile of the medal in some of his posts. Those "peace treaties" I don't think were any more than cooperation and normalization agreements, and in some cases containing agreements to make financial transactions. 

The guy they tout as not having involved us in any wars has brought us very close to nuclear conflicts with his loud mouth and nasty tweets. The one guy who was the most imminent danger learned quickly that he could dupe the the mad Tweeter by giving him praise. In turn, he received what his father and grand father, also dictators before him, could never get from a U.S. President. What they got, with very little in return, was their most coveted prize, an audience with the Tweeter which gave them credibility and legitimacy in the eyes of their own subservient population. And they got an end to our annual readiness maneuvers with their Southern neighbor and our other strategic allies which was their second most coveted prize. Then while exchanging love letters with the mad Tweeter, they were able to secretly continue with their nuclear warhead development. And since they already have long range missile capability to reach the United States (tested during the mad Tweeter's reign) they are not only a major threat to our allies in the South Pacific, they are an imminent threat to the mainland U.S. 

The "buffoon" (referenced in the list of fables) in question also abandoned our allies that were instrumental in fighting ISIL (who is not completely eliminated) leaving them to be threatened with genocide (our betrayed allies) by another despot whose country hosts real estate developments the mad Tweeter has his name on (Trump Towers), and another crazed dictator who has been guilty of genocide and using chemical weapons in his own country on his own citizens. Those allies were also guarding the prisons that the ISIL prisoners were housed in, and they were allowed to escape. In fact his claims of completely eliminating ISIL himself 100% can be debunked by his own State Department. https://www.factcheck.org/.../trumps-isis-claim-goes-to.../ That was in 2017 and 2018. So, if ISIL (ISIS) was 100% defeated by 2018, why were we still fighting them in late 2019? Trump walks back claim of defeating ‘100% of the ISIS caliphate’ https://www.rollcall.com/.../trump-walks-back-claim-of.../ The claims by the right wing propagandists and Trump regarding unemployment for Blacks, and Latinos can be corrected by simply doing some research. AP FACT CHECK: Trump on unemployment for blacks, Latinos https://apnews.com/article/e1afa3f19a054540a7c34ca193bdd9ae Quote from the fable: "The White House ′′ White Supremacist ′′ turned NATO around and made them start paying their debts." What he did was weaken our alliances, playing right in the hands of one of our most dangerous adversaries, the guy who helped him to get into office. Something he has done throughout his term. And, his alt-facts and those of the right wing deceivers are easily fact checked. FactChecking Trump’s NATO Remarks https://www.factcheck.org/.../factchecking-trumps-nato.../ Trump made many claims about bringing jobs back to the U.S. and creating new jobs. Many of those things he was taking credit for early on were things that were already in the works long before he was helped into the White House. 2017: https://www.factcheck.org/.../trump-jobs-returning.../ 2020: We can reshore manufacturing jobs, but Trump hasn’t done it https://www.epi.org/publica.../reshoring-manufacturing-jobs/

There are a lot of claims around the GOP tax cuts. Sure, the standard deduction was increased. So has the cost of living due to illegal trade wars and prices sky rocketing. And many deductions for those who itemized were eliminated. Many are still waiting for their "post cards" so they can file their taxes. Those who really benefitted were those who are not in a month to month struggle to make ends meet. The corporate tax cuts that the Trump and GOP promoters said would trickle down and benefit the working class family wage earners was not realized. Corporations used their GOP granted socialism to buy back their own stocks. And many of those who touted handing big bonuses out in turn laid other workers off or eliminated jobs which more than made up for it. 

The stock market has been used by Trump and his mouthpieces as an economic indicator. While some people do benefit with returns on their retirement plans and stock portfolios, it is not a barometer of how working families are getting along, many who have to work multiple jobs just to pay rent and eat. And not everybody dabbles in the stock market. There have been ups and downs in the market. There was one period in March of 2020, where all gains in the market were wiped out back to February 2017. What happens in that type of situation? Those companies that can wrangle it buy back their own shares at lower prices which artificially gives the market another instant boost.

Counterpoint part 2:>>> Let's talk about infrastructure week. Still waiting on that one since February or March of 2017. We'll have to wait until real President-elect Joe Biden takes office. 

How about Operation Warp Speed and vaccine development. Accelerated vaccine development is a good thing, and because there were decades of research behind it and technological advances it was possible to accomplish. Joe Biden even acknowledged Trump, or at least Operation Warp Speed as a positive move. We can at least give him credit for that, since he botched the response with delays, denial, disinformation, and creating a herd mentality to push back on safety and mitigation in order to recklessly reach herd immunity through infection and death.> It should be noted that the first vaccine that was approved was from Pfizer, and they did not participate in Operation Warp Speed where the others received funding. They funded themselves although Trump deceitfully takes credit. And those 20,000,000 vaccine doses that Trump, Pence and the Trump administration were promising by the end of December 2020? As of January 8th, 6.6 million initial doses have been administered according to NBC News MAP Covid-19 vaccination tracker across the U.S. https://www.nbcnews.com/.../map-covid-19-vaccination...

After Trump "wanted to play it down" the U.S. as of Friday, January 8 2021, has surpassed 22 million COVID-19 cases, with a record 269,420 new cases, and over 372,000 deaths (Jan 9). https://www.nbcnews.com/.../u-s-covid-19-cases-hit-22...

Trump and his enablers and apologists often talk about how he rebuilt the "depleted military" that he inherited from President Obama. As with most Trump claims, it is Mostly False. Quote from the fable: "The ′′ orange man ′′ in the White House rebuilt our military, which the Obama administration paralyzed and fired 214 key generals and admirals in their first year of term. "Regarding the firing of the Generals, I saw another figure, 197, that was posted in a publication for retired folks in The Villages in Florida. Others have said it first appeared in the alt-right fake news Breitbart site. As with most things that roll around like a marble in an empty box in the right wing disinformation arena things are just made up, or facts spun and twisted like a taffy pretzel. In 2010, President Obama did replace his top Afghanistan war commander, Gen. Stanley A. McChrystal due to in-bickering in his national security team. He replaced McChrystal with his boss and mentor, Gen. David H. Petraeus. https://www.nytimes.com/.../24/us/politics/24mcchrystal.html There have been other firings, replacements, and retirements. Most absences are for good reason and there is no wholesale purging as the right wing conspiracy theorists would lead you to believe. https://skeptoid.com/.../24/president-obama-purge-military/ Quoted from Snopes: "The U.S. national defense budget was slightly reduced during Obama's second term, in large part due to efforts by Congress to limit government spending and the withdrawal of troops from the Middle East. "Who controlled both the House and Senate? The Republican Party. https://www.snopes.com/.../trump-inherit-depleted-military/ AP FACT CHECK: Trump's Overblown Boasts About Military, Vets https://www.usnews.com/.../ap-fact-check-trumps-overblown... General Michael Flynn was also fired in 2014 from his position as head of the Defense Intelligence Agency under Obama. Too many connections with RU it seems. And something I didn't previously know, was after he was fired he became a contributor to RT (government funded, Russia Today). https://themoscowproject.org/collusion/flynn-fired-dia/ I had always thought he was fired due to his overt Islamophobia which didn't sit well with some of our allies. He was advising Trump in 2016 on foreign policy and national security and subsequently during his campaign transition. Then he was appointed National Security Adviser in the administration (despite warnings not to), and he brought much of his baggage with him. It was discovered that he had previous contacts with the Russian Ambassador to the U.S. and was accused of trying to undermine U.S. policy. He was also accused of being a lobbyist for the same country where Trump's name is licensed on the Trump Towers Istanbul (that's 2 of them). All this while receiving classified briefings. He was fired or asked to resign just 3 weeks into Trump's term. https://apnews.com/article/ce90066b4e20483da79adf21910da0c7

Another quote from the fable list: "The buffoon in the White House has exposed the deep, widespread, and long-standing corruption in the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, and the Republican and Democratic parties." While there have been some procedural errors and some ethical issues, most of them are small compared with the real issues at hand. Now, the "buffoon" has not exposed anything. All the noise is to cover up and deflect from the corruption and high crimes and misdemeanors of said buffoon and his accomplices, enablers and apologists. That is the way the GOP does things.

"47 years" seems to be one of the fall backs when they run out of any other fables, or simply can't think of anything else to say. That would bring us back to 1973 making him 31 years old at that time. Joe Biden was a U.S. Senator representing Delaware from 1973 to 2009, re-elected several times. He was Vice President in the Obama Administration from 2009 to 2017, two full terms. He ran for president in 1988 and 2008.He has been on the Senate Judiciary Committee, Senate Foreign Relations Committee. In his early years he worked on consumer protection, environmental issues, and greater government accountability, arms control. He has worked as a public servant most of his adult life. He has probably done a lot more in his 47 years since being elected U.S. Senator than most people asking what he has done. While some of his views and policies in the past were controversial at the time, like most people, he has evolved and adapted to the changes in culture and public opinion. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Biden...

The person who wrote the fable list states he will take the ′′ clown ′′ any day versus a corrupt, hypocritical, racist, fork-tongue liar. The Impeached "clown" in fact is all of the above and has been identified as a pathological liar and probably the most documented liar in history. The "clown" is also labeled as racist, corrupt, a con-artist, a xenophobe and a bigot among other things too numerous to list. Many people have said that. Also, unindicted co-conspirator, Individual 1, in crimes another person is serving prison time for. Individual 1 was only ‘not indicted’ due to Justice Department policies on not indicting a sitting president for crimes committed.

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VC Lior Susan has a big idea that seems to be working: building next-generation industrial companies

Many investors in Silicon Valley are waiting the next big platform. That’s fine with Lior Susan, a former Flex exec who in 2015 cofounded Eclipse Ventures with the legendary venture capitalist Pierre Lamond, long of Sequoia Capital.

The duo, along with a team that has now grown to 13 people — happen to think the Next Big Thing is not whatever comes after social networks and flying cars; they think the biggest opportunities that too few VCs recognize is the chance to augment or else build from scratch the next Honeywell or GE Johnson & Johnson through full tech stacks that enable speed and efficiencies that are hard for incumbents to rival. 

As Susan likes to note, pointing to the runaway success of companies like Apple and Amazon that do it all, “Software is not enough.” He’s also quick to point out that the average tenure of the biggest U.S. companies — those on the S&P 500 — was 33 years back in 1965 and soon, it’s expected to shrink to 14 years.

Certainly, Eclipse is putting its money where its mouth is. It has already helped to create and fund one company — Bright Machines — which primarily develops software for robotic systems that manufacturing companies already have in place, and that Eclipse enticed numerous Autodesk executives to lead.

Now Eclipse, which also makes early-stage bets on startups, is working on creating another company. And Susan suggests that more companies will follow.

It’s an ambitious strategy. But because investors seemingly approve — committing $500 million to Eclipse’s third fund earlier this year (up from its second, $185 million fund) — we sat down with Susan recently to learn more about both who he is and what Eclipse is trying to do. Our chat has been edited lightly for length.

TC: You grew up in Israel on a kibbutz. How do you think that shaped you?

LS: I grew up in a family of four — three boys and a girl. I grew up on the north part of the country, on farmland, growing bananas. My grandfather was one of the early establishers of the [Israel Defense Forces] so I thought i was going to be a soldier all my life. I didn’t think I needed to go to high school. And I joined the military in 2000 and was in the special forces until 2008.

After that, my brother and I started a networking company, Intucecell. He was always more of a brain than me, to be honest, but from an early age, I was very curious about mechanical systems, and he was always curious about software, and we started Intucell in 2008, raised $5 million from Bessemer [Venture Partners] in 2009, and we sold the company to Cisco in 2012 for $475 million.

It’s funny, because we grew up in this community where no one has a bank account, it’s all about sharing. Maybe because we were raised in a very socialism pathway environment, we became the other extreme as adults.

TC: How did you wind up in Silicon Valley?

LS: They didn’t need me [at Cisco] because he was the brains, so I thought I’d come to Silicon Valley for three months and I wound up randomly meeting Mike McNamara, who at the time was the CEO of Flextronics. I had a little man crush [right away]. I was like, damn, I can learn a lot from this guy. He told me [Flex, as the company has been rebranded] needed someone to build a special operations tech team inside of the Flex. I was thinking I might go kite surfing in Brazil. Working in an American corporation didn’t sound like the right thing to me. But we liked each other and so I [joined the company].

TC: What was that like? What were you focused on?

LS: For the first 10 months, I actually moved to Zhuhai, China, where one of the main facilities of Flex was [situated], and there I saw firsthand high manufacturing at scale. And the interesting thing, what got me thinking about [the path that led to Eclipse] is that Flex had 12 segments: aerospace, automotive, consumer, yadda yadda. And each of them will do more than a billion dollars [a year in revenue]. And I would see them talking about how their industries are changing because of software. I mean, the language was identical across these very different markets. And I started to understand that three or four decades of technology innovation were coming together to create what we now call full stack, so networking and clouds for infrastructure and open source and DevOps tools and open source hardware and supply chain and manufacturing — they were coming together. 

I thought, if those [big] companies could use those tools, could small companies use those tools and essentially accelerate and go faster? So I started building those companies inside Flex, inside this division. And surprisingly enough, I saw it was doable, that the cost of capital is going down and you actually can move much faster.

TC: What were some of those companies?

LS: One is Elementum, a supply chain management company that has now raised close to $200 million. Another is Bright Machines, which is actually in our [Eclipse] portfolio now. We had six companies when I left.

TC: Were these funded solely by Flex at the outset?

LS: Flex was 100 percent funding the companies at the beginning — and giving them resources and connections and customers — and we’d either spin out the company and get outside capital, or just keep it internal.

TC: Why leave that role to start a venture firm?

LS: I was living in Palo Alto and started having investor friends and was making some angel investments, and I saw most of my friends just looking for the next dating apps. I was like, ‘What about supply chain stuff?’ but they wanted easy stuff that explodes very fast.

So between seeing what I did at Flex and realizing that few investors were interested in this opportunity, I decided to do something. My original idea was to take $10 million of our own [family] money and be a kind of super angel. But when I told Mike [McNamara], ‘I’m going to leave’ and ‘Thank you very much, I learned a lot,’ he said, ‘Hey, do a fund.’ And we launched and started investing and we saw the size of the market that we had in mind was growing fast. [Editor’s note: After spending 12 years as CEO of Flex, McNamara joined Eclipse four months ago as a partner, along with Sanjay Jha, who was most recently the CEO of Global Foundries and was both CEO and co-CEO of Motorola Mobility before that.]

TC: You have an interesting team. Among others, you have McNamara and Jha. You also last year brought aboard Greg Reichow, who was previously Tesla’s VP of production. These are not necessarily the usual suspects when it comes to people joining VC. Does Eclipse operate like a traditional venture firm?

LS: Our style of investment is slightly different than other people; we maybe look more like private equity than venture, including that we’re very involved; we do nine to 10 deals a year with eight partners. We also aim for a much higher ownership than firms usually have and our heavy operational backgrounds is our tool to win those deals. We have some idea of what a complex operation looks like, even while we’re investing in industries to which we didn’t have exposure before, like health care and real estate — places where we didn’t expect to invest but that are being impacted by the same paradigm shift.

TC: How did the Bright Machines deal work? The startup started as an internal project at Flex, so do you co-own it with the company?

LS: It started internally at Flex. There were 400 poeple working on it internally, and I went to [Flex management and its board] and I said, ‘I want the team.’ Flex said, ‘Absolutely no.’ But I went back with a better argument why they should, including that they needed to hire talent that wasn’t going to come to work for Flex, and that the company could be worth $5 billion, $7 billion some day. And after 12 months, we carved out the company, with its [intellectual property] and the $350 million in contracts it had, and we created a new company, and we own 20 percent, Flex owns 28 percent, and the team owns the rest. And it’s on a $100 million annual revenue run rate already in less than a year as an independent company.

TC: What do you see happening with Bright Machines?

LS: it will go public, I’d guess in sub five years. The model is pretty compelling if you’re doing it right.

TC: How does the deal underscore your broader thesis?

LS: Think of it this way. It’s really hard for me to compete with LinkedIn, LinkedIn has very smart people. For me to compete with Honeywell or Dupont or Rockwell . . . I’m not saying they aren’t smart, but they have a different mindset. There are many companies that Silicon Valley has never heard of but are $17 billion market cap companies with little to no technology. So if we now have the talent internally, we can use the talent to create these platform companies. In fact, we’re building our second one, though I can’t share more just yet.

TC: So Eclipse is an investment firm and an incubator.

LS: We debating this name constantly, but we aren’t an incubator.

My two cents is that public equities are getting destroyed, so limited partners want to go into private markets. Some of the hedge funds like Coatue understand this, and they’ve created vehicles to [invest in private companies]. But in the private equity world, a fund that manages $400 billion and used to buy assets with financial engineering [meaning debt] is [not wringing the same kind of returns out of these bets]. If you’re buying Avis, you’re going to lose your shit because people are using Uber.

What’s happening for the first time in the last two decades is that someone made the music to start, so there’s musical chairs where there were none empty before. It was always the same five or six firms winning the best deals, and that was about it. Someone like us had no chance to grab a chair — no freakin’ chance. But public equity dollars started showing up SoftBank style, and now they are reacting. And you learn that when you react in the military, you jeopardize the house. You go outside of your discipline, and you go outside of your comfort zone, and I’m attacking the chair. I wonder if I can sit.

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