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clover1412 · 16 days ago

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under your shadows

another tsujitsuji fic <3

also i didnt tag graphic depictions of violence because personally (as someone who does not do well with gore) it wasn't too bad. but if there's ever anything wrong with my tags please do let me know! i always complain about people who don't tag correctly but lowkey I'm bad at tagging so let me know :)

as usual fic under the cut as well <3

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Each breath was becoming more and more of a struggle to take. Her lungs felt like they were burning. Gripping her gun weakly, she tried to take a step forward, attempting to aim at the man attacking her.

‘You’re going to shoot me?’ He scoffed, ‘You can barely stand.’

He was right; she’d sustained too many injuries in the fight. Her vision was blurring, there was a pounding in her head, and she felt like she had been shot at some point.

She glanced back; there was a figure slumped over by the shutters. The pale blond hair, stained with blood, revealed his identity to her. Ayatsuji-sensei. Unconscious. Hurt. Dying.

The man was stepping closer to her now, pulling out a knife. She tried to steady her hand, reinforcing her threat of shooting him even if it was a weak one.

‘Now, now,’ he was being condescending, talking to her as if she were a child throwing a tantrum. ‘We don’t have to do this the hard way. I’m sure those drugs are doing a number on you.’ Drugs? She couldn’t remember how he’d gotten them in her. ‘I don’t want to cause you any more pain than I have to.’

‘Step back,’ trying her hardest not to sound scared. He continued to move closer, so confident that she wasn’t capable enough.

‘Still protecting him? You government agents are truly foolish people.’ The muzzle of her gun was against his chest now. ‘Well, are you going to shoot me?’ He cocked an eyebrow at her.

She pulled the trigger, but nothing happened; the telltale click of an empty magazine echoed in her ears.

He chuckled as the panic filled her features. How could she have run out of bullets?

She made a move to grab his knife, but the drugs in her system were slowing her down. He dodged easily. It was pathetic really, for a trained agent like her to be knocked to the floor so effortlessly.

Lying at his feet, she felt an overwhelming sense of defeat. She was going to die here. She was failing the division. She was failing Ayatsuji-sensei. She was failing herself.

Looking at his shadow, cast on the floor next to her. Maybe she was nothing without her mother’s ability.

‘Mother,’ it came out more like a cry, ‘I’m sorry.’

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Tsujimura jogged to catch up with Ayatsuji as they entered the building. ‘Sensei! Wait up! I don’t have a good feeling about this building.’

‘Why should you? It’s most definitely a trap,' his flippancy shocked her.

‘A trap?’ She fumbled for her phone. ‘Should I call for backup?’

‘Do whatever you wish,’ continuing to walk into the warehouse. He began to take in the room. There were modern additions to the older structure. There were large frames with items still on them blocking the entire room from view.

‘That's strange. I can’t get any signal in here,’ she lifted it, shaking her head in confusion. ‘We’re within city limits here.’

‘Signal jammer,’ he continued to smoke, seemingly unbothered by the situation. ‘Whoever’s doing this seems quite determined to get us alone.’

‘Maybe we should come back later with backup,’ she turned around, ready to get out of the creepy place, but there was a loud mechanical groaning. Tsujimura to stop the door from shutting. What followed was her exasperated shout and a loud clanging sound.

‘It would seem they have gotten us alone.’

‘This is bad, Sensei. The division doesn't know our location, and we cannot contact them.’ She pulled out her gun from its holster and joined him. There were no signs that there was anyone else with them, but she couldn’t shake off this awful feeling pooling in her stomach.

They were considering their next move when smoke started to fill the room.

‘We need to get out of here!’ Tsujimura started to move, but Ayatsuji grabbed her hand.

‘Don't move,’ he was looking around, trying to figure out what their next move should be whilst they still had some visibility. That’s when he noticed something strange with the smoke: ‘Tsujimura, don’t breathe. Don’t talk. We need to move now.’

He dragged her along, heading out of the storage area. The smoke was virtually nonexistent in the corridor area they were in now.

‘Sensei? What’s going on?’

‘A trap,’ he was looking around for a way out, but all the shutters were closed.

‘You’ve already said that?’

‘The smoke was to lead us here and to split us up, probably.’

‘But the smoke was drugged?’

‘So you noticed it too? Not bad, special agent.’ Despite their precarious situation, she felt a little proud of herself. ‘Yeah, a low dose of an anaesthetic. If we’d attempted to stay, we’d slowly lose consciousness.’

‘Giving us no other choice but to come here,’ Tsujimura spoke as a figure emerged around the corner, ‘and to fall into this trap.’

Clapping, loud clapping, ‘Bravo! You truly are as good as they say you are, Ayatsuji Yukito.’

He remained emotionless, regarding him as if he were a pedestrian on the street; he tipped down his sunglasses to glance him up and down. ‘Do I know you?’

The man stopped 10 meters away from them. ‘I don’t think we’ve ever met.’

Ayatsuji took a long drag of his kiseru before he spoke again, ‘You went through a lot of trouble for someone who doesn’t know your name.’

‘Oh,’ he winked before he carried on. ‘That’s the beautiful part. You do.’

Tsujimura remained glued to the spot, unable to do anything. Her instincts were telling her they needed to get out now, but she couldn’t move, no matter how hard she willed her legs to.

‘The string of murders recently across the globe,’ the man nodded in delight as Ayatsuji spoke. ‘One man, high-profile targets, a very impressive killer. They call you Vipère?’

Tsujimura interrupted, ‘French?’

‘Correct!’

‘Just like his shoes,’ the criminal laughed, but Ayatsuji continued. ‘Named for his use of viper poison to kill his targets. The first of which was a French bureaucrat.’

‘You’ve done your research, detective,’ he took off his hat and took a bow, ‘how flattering that is to hear.’

‘You still haven’t told us what business you have with us.’

‘Us?’ He chuckled as if he’d just told a particularly funny joke, only he was the only one in on it. ‘No detective, my business is only with you. Sadly, your babysitter will not be joining us today.’

It happened before she could even react. He snapped his finger, and she felt something wrap around her—scaly, cold, squeezing her—a snake winding around her, binding her legs and arms.

Ayatsuji tried to step closer. ‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ he motioned to the snake as it wrapped around her neck before stopping. ‘As you probably know, this particular species of snake isn’t venomous; however, I’m sure this wouldn’t go in her favour here.’

He stayed still, his face twisting into an expression of disgust. An ability user, he’d overlooked that.

‘Perfect, now,’ he stepped closer to them, ��to deal with you.’

Tsujimura tried to scream out, to tell him to get out of the building, to leave her, but the snake was slowly constricting. At this rate, she was going to run out of oxygen before it crushed her bones. All she could do was watch.

Ayatsuji put out his kiseru, tucking it into a pocket before taking off his coat and hat. ‘Usually, I would’ve asked Tsujimura-kun to hold my stuff; I’d hate to put it on this filthy floor.’

‘Sorry,’ he shrugged noncommittally, ‘I can’t have her interfering.’

He sighed before abandoning his stuff on the floor. ‘Well, whatever this is, maybe we should get it over with.’

‘There’s nothing I’d like more.’

She wasn’t sure what happened in the following moments, the lack of oxygen keeping her out of focus. It wasn’t until she felt the snake writhe and let her go that she had some semblance of what was going on. As soon as her vision returned, she grabbed her gun and scrambled away from the body of the snake. She could only guess how Ayatsuji-sensei had managed to kill it.

‘Tsujimura! Get up!’ It was Ayatsuji shouting; he was being pinned to the floor.

‘You just couldn't die, could you?’

She didn’t waste any time, aiming for the man attacking them. She shot at him twice, the latter grazing his shoulder.

‘That bitch,’ he snarled, releasing his hold on Ayatsuji, allowing him to escape.

She kept her gun trained on him; he didn't try to move. Instead, he began laughing again. It was starting to seriously piss her off; nothing about this was remotely funny.

‘I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but I guess this was never going to happen the easy way.’

That’s when the corridor began to fill with smoke, much quicker than the storage area.

‘Ayatsuji-sensei!’ Tsujimura had lost sight of him immediately. ‘Where are you?’ She heard movement all around her, struggling to place the other two people in the room. Why isn't he responding to her?

She tried to breathe normally; the last time this happened, they had been able to retreat, regroup, and plan.

‘Sensei!’

‘Idiot! Stop speaking; you are alerting him to your whereabouts.’ He sounded in pain, but the voice was close by. She spun around trying to pin down his location when she felt an arm on her shoulder. She nearly shot him but recognised the gloves.

‘Sensei,’ she whispered, ‘you're hurt.’

‘The bastard got a couple of hits in,’ he wiped the corner of his mouth. ‘Listen, we have to get out of her-’

She blinked, and he was gone; there was a loud crashing noise as something collided with shutters. ‘Sensei!’ She swore she saw something huge attack him.

She felt breath on her neck, ‘Now to deal with you.’ Before she could react, she felt something pierce her skin.

Turning around, she fired her gun. Three shots. She could tell none of them had landed. She needed to deal with the criminal, needed to check on Ayatsuji-sensei, and needed to get out of there. But with every noise, she was flitting around like a butterfly. She had fired twice more, feeling something near her; she was sure at least one had hit him again. But now she only had one bullet left; she couldn't use it until she was completely sure.

Just as the smoke began to subside and she felt a flicker of hope, she was knocked down. Something had hit her knee, hard. ‘You really are just a stupid bitch, aren’t you?’

He was swinging a metal pipe at her, a crazed look in his eyes. Almost serpentine in its appearance.

She dodged, trying to grab her gun from the floor near her. Watching her struggle, he took a step back. Taking pleasure at how lethargic her body was, her weak grip on the gun, and her difficulty in standing up.

‘You're going to shoot me?’

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The man had turned around, loading his own gun, preparing to kill them both. He was muttering to himself, Ayatsuji first, then that stupid agent. She breathed shallowly as the shadows at his feet seemed to expand. She blinked, wondering if the drugs were messing with her brain. When she saw the shadows lift off the ground, she was sure she was seeing things in her last moments.

However, when she felt the shadows surround her, she was sure it was real. She had not felt this presence since Ayatsuji-sensei’s ability had killed it. Yesterday’s Shadow Tag.

It was weaker, unable to hold its own form. But it was strong enough to use her, lifting her to her feet and cloaking her body, giving her a renewed sense of strength. There was a time in her life when she would have hesitated to use this ability, but this was not that.

She waited for him to turn around, watching his expression distort into one of fear.

‘What the fu-’

She didn't want to kill the man before he could serve his sentence for all his crimes, so she knocked him out. Wrapping him in shadows so he couldn't try to escape and dragging him out with her.

Walking over to Ayatsuji-sensei, Shadowling had slashed through the shutters next to his body. This allowed her to pick him up and exit the building. The ability stayed until she managed to get back to her car, carefully placing Ayatsuji in the back seat and handcuffing the other man.

When the shadows disappeared, she used the last of her strength to call for help. Holding out until she heard the sirens approaching them. She let herself rest when she knew her job was done.

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#tsujitsuji #soutsuji #ayamura #bsd ayatsuji #bsd gaiden #bsd tsujimura

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crowblincray · 4 months ago

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So I have at least 20 years of experience in the janitorial profession. (Work at a grocery store now) The number of stories I have from said time are kinda crazy.

I've cleaned for so many various businesses and have cleaned homes and apartments.

Most people don't think of the cleaning staff. It's a mostly thankless job, you're basically invisible until someone has something to complain about.

The pay usually sucks, at least with the companies I worked for. No benefits, no days off, no breaks.

You get to see a side of the world that most don't even think about.

I have a lot of ghost stories in particular. A lot of places I worked at had weird occurrences and paranormal things. Something about night time in various locations really changes things.

I grew up with an awareness of unexplainable things. My mom never told me ghosts didn't exist or anything like that. If anything, she had her own stories from her childhood.

I don't expect other people to believe my stories or beliefs about things. If you read my stories and want to think of it as just spooky stories, so be it. I'm not here to convince anyone.

That being said.

The most haunted place I ever cleaned for was a private school.

To my knowledge, it's no longer there and was torn down some years ago but I haven't bothered to confirm. I never want to go back to that place.

Now ghosts and weird stuff don't easily scare me. I cleaned for other buildings that had resident ghosts that I became familiar with and even kind of befriended, maybe?

Anyway this place in particular was bad. I don't know what it was about it.

During the day it was beautiful. Birds singing, squirrels running around. 8 acres, 10 buildings. Quiet area.

At night, the place changed. I once had a moment there that felt straight out of silent hill. I worked there with only one other person and sometimes completely alone.

One afternoon as the sun was going down we were outside of the performance building they had for plays and the science fair they did, etc. There was an airforce base within close proximity. The storm sirens at the base started up just as the last bit of light fell behind the horizon. Sounding just like the silent hill sirens. The area instantly felt different, malevolent. The woman I worked with felt it too. A large southern black lady who didn't scare easily. She shuddered at the same time I felt a chill and loudly declared, "Whelp, time to get in the building!" And left to go back inside. Me following right behind her.

The bugs that would infest that place were Massive. I usually don't mind most bugs but I'm talking centipedes that looked like living ostrich feathers that had no fear of humans. Various other bugs I'd never seen or heard of at the time.

It felt like it would rain every night there. Sometimes only on that property. One time I got so mad about it since I had to go outside and walk to each building carrying all my cleaning supplies and would get drenched in the process. One night I screamed at the sky in frustration, "Stop Fucking Raining!" At the top of my lungs at the sky. Oddly enough it did a few minutes later.

The place felt like it had a mind of its own. Like it was alive. I know it sounds crazy. Yes there were ghosts there but there was something about it that scared me more than the ghosts.

You know how at night big glass windows kind of turn into black mirrors and you can't see outside? Just a reflection of the inside?

I'd see kids in the windows all the time following me around. In one building there was a tall black figure I could see following behind me all the time.

The performance building I mentioned earlier had an old man I'd see there sometimes. Now to turn the lights off in that building you had to go All the way behind where the stage was and flip them off and walk back to the front door in pitch black. I didn't have a flashlight either. Now I'm not afraid of the dark, never really have been. I usually find it comforting. As soon as I would flip that light off I'd feel like I had to run out of there. Like I was being chased out by the old man. I don't think he liked people being around after dark.

I'd constantly hear my name being called or people talking though no one was there. I'd ask the other lady if she had called for me or anything. She never did. She was encountering the same kind of things that I was.

It got so bad and I started getting so paranoid and distracted that I started bringing music with me to drown it out. To try and ignore all the creepy crap just so I could get my work done. My coworker began to do the same.

Time would seem to warp some nights. Things that should have only been 20 or 30 minutes long would in actuality be over an hour.

Other times, nights that seemed to go on forever were relatively short. I usually have really good time management with that job so it was really weird.

There is one funny story about that place I'll never forget though.

The place had two huge gates that leads into the campus that were kept locked at night. One being right in front of the very first building.

It was around 2/3am, pouring rain outside. I had just finished bagging the trash in that building and was dragging it out the front door. We would leave the bags of garbage at the front of the buildings to collect at the end of our shift.

I was there alone that night. The road in front of the school was usually completely dead that time of night. I hadn't seen any cars go by at this point.

One lone car is going down the road and comes to a stop right by the gate as I'm putting the bags down. They roll their window down and turn their radio up.

It's blasting Set fire to the rain by Adele.

I stare at the car.

They drive off.

I shake my head and walked back into the building.

When we were given the news that we had been fired from that place I felt no panic or anxiety that I would usually feel at such news.

I was relieved.

I might try and post some other stories here sometime, but that place will always stick in my mind.

P.S. little funny fact. It was the exact same private school my mom had sent me for kindergarten/1st grade. Lol.

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thatwildnya · 1 year ago

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Centaur AU centaur AU (Number 1 fav AU hehehe)

I'm kinda curious about Riddle, Trey, and Cater - what kinda centaurs are those three? ALso are any of the guys particularly cuddly - regardless of their cuddlability (so, like, even if they might have rough scales or spikes of some kind or something like that, they're still a cuddler lol)

chitters and nickers:

Wild: our first request! I’m really happy to get one so quick! I started writing it as soon as I saw it, sat on it for over half a day, was unable to continue due to wifi issues, then spent another 2 hours editing before Nya convinced me it was good. I hope you enjoy anon!

Nya: it’s going to be an uphill battle convincing this man to stop editing and adding more for every request wish me luck lovelies-

TW: Rook

RIDDLE HAS BEEN UPDATED

Riddle

Griffins are known to be very independent centaurs and it isn't uncommon for them to be hotheaded and somewhat controlling, especially towards strangers or those they see as lesser. So don't expect him to be all friendly at first, let alone cuddly. But once he's comfortable and trusts you he won't ever shy away from your touch.

Trey

I knew right away I wanted him to be a draft horse. These horses are known for their even temperament and being affectionate gentle giants. If you asked me to picture a baker or anthro draft horse I would imagine a buff man with a sweet smile. Trey has the same physique as I picture plus the same vibes so it fits perfectly.

Cater

He’s a bunny boy. A floppy ear bunny boy. That’s it.

When it comes to who’s the most cuddly in general it’s hands down Kalim, strangers or not. If Nya and I hadn’t decided to make the light magic users all foxes as a little easter egg he would have been a golden retriever. If you let him Kalim will cuddle with you every time you sit down. If he’s full animal he will try to snuggle under your shirt, in your sweatshirt pouch, or if there’s room right next to your face squished in your hoodie.

In his humanoid forms he likes to stretch across your lap or midriff. You can have him curl around you and use him as a giant pillow but neither of us would recommend it. He will wiggle a lot and you’ll most likely get a face full of tail wagging at the speed of sound.

Never go to the bathroom without locking the door. He does not knock half the time and won’t leave unless you yell at him. Personal space does not exist in Kalim world. Has so much love to give but not enough places to give it too.

If we’re talking about who’s the most cuddly with mc in story then it would be Silver (yes even more than Kalim). I touched upon this in another ask, Silver absolutely adores mc and would follow them to the end of time. He’s always near them if he can help it. Mc will sit at the table to do something and he’ll be doing a snooze at their feet. Then they decide not to do the thing there and move to the living room, Silver following behind groggily. He rarely even sleeps in his room (which is the attic) because of his desire to be close to them all the time. Nobody complains because he won’t sleep in the bed unless it’s his turn.

The big cuddle bugs to their masters (excluding the two above and Floyd cuz y’know it’s Floyd) are Ruggie, Rook, Malleus, Leona, Cheka, Che'nya, Jamil, and Azul.

Ruggie’s first few years of life were rough. He comes from the equivalent of a puppy mill in this scenario and he didn’t have anyone to rely on. The first time he felt unconditional love was when you rescued him from that awful place. He was barely alive and wouldn’t have lasted much longer if he’d been there longer. He gives back to you through acts of service and physical touch. He likes being able to curl up next to you for some scritches and the occasional rough housing in full animal form. Absolutely loves taking baths with you or getting a full pet spa treatment bath delivered specially by you. When he was little he would curl up under your shirt for a nap so please let him use your belly as a pillow while he takes a snooze under the blanket occasionally.

Azul and Jamil have similar back stories. Both were neglected in favor of other pets for being less appealing. They are both teenagers by the time you adopt them and to say your relationship started out rocky would be an understatement.

Jamil (black mamba) assumed you chose him to be your servant, as that is what he was trained and advertised as. The last thing he expected was to get his own room, the newest phone model, and a trip to the store so he could pick out his collar himself. He still keeps his distance and it takes awhile for him to let you past his walls. But I swear it’s worth it in the end. He only gets super cuddly when it’s cold out. You are a warm blooded mammal and he is a cold blooded reptile give him your body heat immediately. If allowed he will wrap as much of himself around you as possible for maximum warmth.

Puberty hit Azul like a truck. With that and him putting in the extra work to stay fit he went from being completely overlooked by anyone who walked by to being the one to make the most passersby stop for a look in the shop. And yet despite that, none decided to take him home. He tried everything, from showing off his superior intelligence to having the best voice. Nothing worked. Then in came you. You took one look, smushed your face against the glass, fogged it up whispering ‘I must have him’ when he looked at you, and ran off to find the nearest employee. It was very startling to him, especially because he was busy studying when you slammed your face into the glass right next to him. But he isn’t complaining. Now he gets to spend his days scamming making deals with customers to contribute to the household expenses. As a reward he expects all the hugs, all the snuggles, praise, kisses, etc. If you deprive him of his rightfully earned wages the crocodile tears will start so be ready.

Cheka is baby.

Leona is a lazy manticore that has decided you’re his favorite pillow. Be careful not to overheat.

Che’nya wants your attention 24/7 and will get it one way or another.

Rook’s love language is yes. You will not escape. Accept your fate.

You are Malleus’ first friend and the only one he considers worthy of being his master. He is touched starved and you are his meal. Bone apple teeth.

#twst centaur au #twst #twisted wonderland #twst au #malleus draconia #rook hunt #twst silver #centaur au #leona kingscholar #cheka kingscholar #chenya #cater diamond #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #ruggie bucchi #kalim al asim

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purplesurveys · 4 months ago

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1924

survey by robotyque

RULES: For the following questions, you must answer a number in a scale from 1-10. You may add a comment/description following it. Here we go.

ON A SCALE FROM 1-10..

How exciting was your day? 10. It was actually a productive Sunday! After church we had lunch at Yabu, bought a microwave to replace our broken one, went window shopping for a new laptop and a PS5, I bought a bunchhhhhh of Me Stuff in one go (BB cream, blush, reed diffusers...you get the gist), went for a quick grocery run to get milk and also managed to take Max to the vet clinic before they closed. It was so much stuff done that I can't believe it only totaled a little over than 4,000 steps LOL

How happy do you feel right now? I want to say a 7.5. Today was well-spent and I like that my family and I got along today (we always clash after a few consecutive hours together...), but that high's coming down now because it's already 5:40 PM and the weekend will soon be over.

How clean do you feel? A healthy 9. I took a shower today and my room now smells like ocean because I have two reed diffusers going at the same time, but I just feel 'dirty' because I've still got acne on my face and I don't like that.

How full in the stomach? 7. I had a big lunch that's long settled in my stomach now, but while it doesn't feel heavy I'm also not hungry. And I doubt I'd be feeling hungry anymore for the rest of the day.

How thirsty? 1. I have a chocolate Oatside with me now that I'm sipping from every few minutes.

How bored? 1. I did so much stuff today that I have no problem just filling this out and being friends with the silence and overstimulating myself like what I'd usually look for on weekends.

How tired/sleepy? 3. I feel like I could fall into a nap if I made myself lie down, but I'm alert and awake for the most part.

How satisfied with life atm are you? 4. My job makes me MISERABLE and question my abilities and worth every single day. It's a thankless 9-5 where you can do your best and put in 150% effort but still only ever get seen and called out when you make a mistake/don't meet expectations. I know I will be happier if I set out to look for greener pastures; but I just can't help but stay for now knowing the team is suffocatingly incomplete as it is and me leaving would just make everyone else suffer so much more.

How satisfied are you with your relationship status? 10. Nothing to complain about, ever.

How satisfied are you with your friends? 8. I love all of them, but I wish some of them (i.e. my college friends) would put in more effort in keeping up our friendships. I don't take it personally, though; I've also accepted the fact that our friend group may just not rank high on their priorities at this point anymore, and that's fine.

Now what about family? 6. We are very dysfunctional but we make it work.

How entertained are you atm? 7. I have a Good Mythical More running in the background and I've gotten sidetracked from this survey a few times, so I'd say that's entertainment in effect haha.

How bright is the room you’re in? 2. All the lights are off so it's actually super dark here, but my laptop is set to the highest brightness level and that more than balances out the darkness.

How loud is your music/sound you hear? 2.5. Out of the 16 volume bars on my laptop, it's just until the fourth bar so that's literally a 2.5 if my math is correct.

How confident are you about your looks right now? 4. There's a nasty acne scar near my nose that just won't go away. It's affected my confidence a little bit so that's why I headed to the store today to grab a bunch of face care and makeup stuff.

How clean is your room? 9.5. There are just a few things lying around but otherwise the place is spotless.

How much do you love dolls/stuffed animals? 5. Stuffed animals are very cute :)

How satisfied are you with your room? 9. I really really love the loft bed we've built in here since it gave my room so much more space. The one lacking point is just on me, because I haven't been buying any furniture or even just any sort of accent, really, to give my room more of a personality.

How much do you love dogs/cats (pick one)? 11. No-brainer. I like animals more than people.

How well do you do in school? 7. I did well if I really liked the class, but barely put in effort for classes I just felt 'forced' to have, like chemistry and philosophy. In other words I lacked focus and discipline; I feel like I would have had much higher scores across the board if I just powered it through and did a better job pretending to give a fuck about the classes I hated.

How well can you read out loud? 10. Never had a problem with it.

How good are your eyes? 3. I need my glasses, otherwise everything would be hazardous for me.

IF… (REMEMBER, IT’S STILL ON A SCALE OF 1-10)

If your significant other cheated on you, how mad would you be? 10. I'd be so mad I'd turn quiet and simply cut off ties.

What if it was with your best friend? 20. 10 for the SO cheating, 10 for my best friend betraying me and cheating on her fiancé.

You found a toonie on a ground, how happy would you be? 0. I'd be confused and would be asking what a toonie is.

You lied to a friend about something semi-big, how guilty would you feel? 5. Depends on the lie.

You accidentally took something from a store, how guilty would you feel? 10. I did this once when I walked out of a bookstore with a box of crayons I forgot to pay for. I felt really bad and turned to make my way back immediately.

You were given some illegal substance, what would you feel/how much of it? This question doesn't make sense but I would say 0 which stands for, "I'd stay away from it even if it were the last thing on earth."

You spent $300 for yourself, how satisfied would you feel? 5. Satisfied, yes; but also equally guilty/feeling bad because that is so much money to spend on myself.

What about for others? 7. It's a lot of money, but I'd feel better if I made someone else happy with that money.

How angry would you feel if your parents forgot your birthday? 10. How do you forget your kid's birthday?

Lastly. On a scale of 1-10, how entertaining was this survey? 10! I've taken this before but it was still fun to take the second time around!

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too-much-tma-stuff · 2 years ago

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For the fanfic requests—this isn't a ship, but if you don't mind kidfics, could you do Michael (pre-distorition) babysitting Jon as a kid? I got that scenario rooted in my brain because I apparently want sadness. The realization that someone else, someone Jon cared about got eaten by another DOOR would have probably wrecked him...and me. Feel free to ignore of this isn't your thing tho.

Michael liked kids, they were chaotic and unpredictable and normally he hated that! He himself was a bit timid and quiet, but he liked the chaos, they pushed him out of his comfort zone. They were funny about it too, and he could usually assume they meant no harm so the chaos could be a refreshing change from his usually rather ordered life. Not always, some kids could be cruel, but he could choose not to go back to those families when they weren't his own.

Baby-sitting had made the obvious choice as a job during university then. It wasn't the highest paying but it could be easily fit in around lectures and studying and it was really the brake he needed to keep him from going mad. He rather thought he found the release his peers found through partying through minding the good natured and frankly adorable chaos of children.

Of course his most common clients were parents looking for a date night away from the kids so he was rather surprised when he got a call from a frazzled sounding older woman. He had barely gotten out a greeting when she started to unload on him talking about her dead son and daughter-in-law and the son they had left behind. She took pains to clarify that he really was a good child, bright as anything! Before she exploded with how much trouble he was!

"He's curious about everything! He never listens about anything! Just the other day I told him not to touch the electrical outlet that broke and I way trying to keep an eye on him, but I only have two and there are other things in the world! I swear I only turned my back for a moment but when I turn back around he's standing there with a burned hand and that boy, he looked and me and said, he said "You're right. That did hurt.

"At least he didn't have the cheek to complain about it when he'd done it to himself! I just need another pair of eyes so I can close mine for a second! It feels like I haven't slept at all since he got here and I'm to old to be raising a child on my own!"

"Alright, that's no trouble at all ma'am. When would you like me to come in? We'll do a few trial nights and if we get along I wouldn't mind having a consistent schedule of nights I watch him so you can have some time off," Michael assured quickly while she was taking a breath.

"Oh thank goodness," She sighed, and Michael found himself helping the boy. This was clearly hard on the woman, but no doubt it was very hard on the child as well, he could use a friend. "Could you come tomorrow?"

"Yes, but lets talk about other things as well first. Does Jon have any allergies? What rate would you find acceptable?"

It took a little haggling to get to a hourly rate they could both agree on but it helped that she could admit Jon wasn't the easiest child. Some parents who thought too highly of their children seemed to think he should be paying them for the privilege of spending time with their children.

So on Wednesday he went to the address the woman provided where he was greeted by a well dressed woman. Some hair had come loose from her bun and there was a stain on her shirt which he got the feeling was as messy as she was willing to let anyone see her. Certainly more then she would have if it weren't for the grave-faced dark haired boy hovering behind her and staring at Michael.

"Hello. I'll give you a tour of the house and show you were everything is and then leave you to it. My number is on the fridge but do try not to call me unless something goes very wrong." She said seriously as she beckoned him in. The tour was brisk, and he just had to follow when he would have at least like to introduced himself to Jon first. He followed behind them, watching and not blinking as often as most children did, slightly unnerving but not unexpected.

"Alright, that's all you need to know I think. Jon try not to scare the nice young man away," She said with a thin smile to indicate it was supposed to be a joke. Inside Michael had to wince because he was rather sure Jon was too young to understand such subtleties of expression.

He watched her leave and then Jon looked back at him, solemn and wary, his eyes to old for his age. The poor kid had been through a lot. "Hello Jon, I'm Michael," he said, extending his hand with a friendly smile. Jon examined him again before reaching out and taking Michael's slim hand giving it a formal shake. Michael hoped that with time he would get to the point of being able to hug the boy and have him acting like a normal child. But not yet.

"Why don't you show me your favourite books?" Michael asked and watched as Jon's face light up even as he tried to suppress it. Michael didn't try to repress his answering smile.

When Mrs. Sims returned Michael was sitting on Jon's floor, long legs folded under him, surrounded by little piles of books as Jon babbled about the next book on the shelf. Michael couldn't possibly remember all of them, but what was important was the unrestrained joy on Jon's face. It hurt to see it shutter again when his grandmother made a comment about it being irritating.

"I don't mind," He promised immediately and firmly reviving a ghost of Jon's previous smile and making the grandmother look slightly chagrined. "I'll be happy to come back."

The grandmother being a non-nonsense sort of woman nodded, said they'd see him again same time next week, and shoved the money they'd agreed on into his hand. He saw himself out, and didn't notice that Jon was following him until he felt a small hand tug on his jacket, turning around obligingly to find a book being shoved into his stomach.

"I want to know what you think," Jon said before skittering back upstairs to get ready for bed. Michael promised himself that no matter how busy his course schedule was he would find time to read the book before he came back to see Jon again.

Part 2: here

#michael shelley #jonathan sims #the magnus archives #kid!jon #fanfiction request #I really enjoyed this #I sort of want to write a part 2 perhaps right after Mr. Spider #Let me know if you want that

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eulchu · 1 year ago

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im gonna get the record straight and be completely transparent.

i have never lurked critblr or leaktwt. i barely know who any of these people are. if you're critblr and i have you blocked it's because you interacted with dtblr and your url sounded weird, and people fact checked what kind of people were under your likes. or in your following list. you guys don't really know how to be subtle

many of us have been here for long enough to know urls of the people who post the most fucked up posts, because once in a while you'll pop up on the based on your likes tab.

implying im in critblr is fucking insane. i can genuinely tell all of you the exact number of leaked info i know. the truth is if you're in dtblr and you recieve more than 3 asks a day you ARE gonna get freak anons bomb dropping leaks in your askbox. there's unfortunately very little way of modding that. we try our best by blocking but every single day we get harassed with information we don't fucking want.

i am not in charge of the fandom and i will never be. tumblr is the least fucking relevant site in the fandom hierarchy. i'm no god of the fandom i don't make the rules of the fandom and i am under any impression than im more important than any other blog in dtblr. my blog would be NOTHING without all the members of dtblr. i am not special i am not famous. it's not my fault people who don't like being active blogs come into my inbox to express themselves. i don't pretend to be any authority figure. i say shit and if you agree with me cool and if you don't, that's cool too.

i am so fucking sorry that some of you have a complex over blogs that get attention, but that's not my fault. i have been here for Years of course i'm gonna have a big number of followers. especially since october all dtblr has tried so hard to not become what it used to be, and if you have a complex that's on you. there's tens of blogs with very little followers who are amazing. because a following count means NOTHING.

it's crazy to tell me im only finding reasons to shittalk dizzy and alison. i didn't know dizzy prior to their gross behavior regarding the shit they write about and the people they're friends with. if you know me well enough you'd know i have 0 problems with saying i hate x person for whatever personal grudge. i have done that plenty of times. i don't have to hide behind any excuse to shittalk someone.

calling me petty is ridiculous. petty over what girl? i'm just here to vibe idgaf what other people are up to if it's harmless shit.

yet another clinically fucking insane statement to make. i very politely to invite you to scroll my blog and tell me where i have confirmed anything. the only things i have talked about are dream's ex and those "body issues". i have never verified any kind of leak and you're insane for thinking i have. i genuinely invite you to send me one of those instances you talk about.

in regards of "a bunch of blogs complaining" i'd love to know what kind of blogs you're talking about because as far as i know the only conversation that's happened before regarding this topic, was something extremely similar to what i'm saying right now and not at all close to verifying any kind of leak. if you get those blogs on your dash that's a you problem and you should curate your experience better, but don't drag me into it.

yes. all of this. yes.

i do apologize for the confusion. dizzy didn't write that fic but they did defend it and they've co-written together before.

i'm not a lurker and i don't know them, don't think i know all this information because i'm a stalker. i don't even know alison's tumblr. some of these people used to be friends. friends of a lot of people in the fandom. but you can only cover your behavior for so fucking long, and then people talk, and shit gets brought up.

both alison and dizzy have done more than morally incorrect things in the past for other fandoms. other than the choice of the kind of fics they write and bookmark, they both are 100% friends with people who discuss doxxes like it's top of the morning news. dizzy particularly was part of the phandom in the side of phannies who harassed and were weirdly invasive of their lives to the point where it affected their mental health.

again, read what you want like what you like but be aware that these are the people you're reading fics of. hey if you're one of them, kudos to you. but genuinely. don't even try to say they're not the kind of people im describing right now. people across different fandoms who have had the displeasure of knowing them will tell you the same thing.

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aonoexpat · 1 year ago

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10-08-2023

Yesterday, I spent the morning in Kaikōura, and joined a fellow Dutchie on a boat tour to spot albatross! These majestic birds hold the record for the largest wingspan of any flying bird on earth, even beating the condor. The ones we saw maxed out at about 3 meters, and they were a spectacular sight to see. They make a lot more sounds than I had expected, and boy are they fun :) The skipper had a batch of food that she could toss into the water to attract the birds, and they were clearly familiar with the process, because they were following us from the moment we left the harbour. This also meant they were not afraid of us at all, and were happy to get up close and personal!

My favourite one was the wandering albatross, which we saw the most individuals of. They are elegant flyers, slightly less elegant during landing and takeoff, and have the friendliest little faces...

...as opposed to the black-browed albatross, who looked perpetually pissed off for being beaten to the food by its larger cousins:

Other species we saw included the great northern petrel, a whole bunch of cape petrels (the smaller black and white birds in the photos above) who were masters at soaring along with the boat, Salvin's albatross, white-capped albatross, a couple of shags and plenty of seagulls. I did get seasick unfortunately as the sea conditions were labeled 'moderate', but luckily I had had maybe two bites of bread for breakfast so I didn't make a mess, and I had come prepared with ginger candy. The skipper gave me some nice warm ginger tea as well. Both she and the other passenger took good care of me ❤

After the tour I decided to give up my plans of hiking for the rest of the day, because a warning was issued for heavy snow in the evening. The skipper told me they might even close the state highway if it got really bad, so I didn't want to take my chances with that. As Kaikōura didn't make me feel very welcome in the first place due to their strict rules about self-contained camping, I packed up my things and left, heading down the East coast to Ōtautahi. It was another long drive, and I was really tired by the time I arrived. I was happy to find a parking spot for the night close to some takeaway junk food, and got settled for the bad weather to hit here as well.

And just as was forecast, today has been a hell of a rainy day in Ōtautahi, and, in all honesty, in my mind too. I know with a blog like this it can seem like everything on my trip is sunshine and rainbows, as you, as the readers, see the highlights. The highlights are what I take photos of, what I can passionately recount to you. But I won't omit the downsides. Sure, going on hikes and seeing spectacular sights is fun. But you know what's not fun? Waking up at 3 A.M. to a noise when you know you're all alone in a parking lot off an unsealed road in the middle of the woods. Getting told off by a town council member for not having the right type of toilet. Always being on the lookout for public facilities, all of which usually feel unsafe. Not knowing when or where you'll next be able to have a shower. A leaking faucet in the back of your van and constant worries about its status, hoping the cold weather isn't causing a mould infestation in places I can't see. Wearing gloves inside because it's literally freezing outside.

And the annoying thing is, I don't feel like I have a right to complain. I've got an extremely comfortable van with soft blankets, free electricity with my solar panel, drinking water, and enough resources to live from. But I'm all alone. All the time. The moments where the highs seem worth the struggle in between are starting to dwindle in numbers. The rest of the trip feels like a challenge I've set myself that I'll be happy to have overcome. I currently don't feel very excited about it at all. I know that will change, I know in a little while I'll look back on this and it'll seem silly that I ever thought about it, but today I really just want to go home.

I've spent some time today writing to Workaway hosts in the Ōtautahi area, hoping to maybe meet up and hang out with locals. I feel like I need to find some inspiration again, and making a more long-term plan will help. I would like to have a clearer picture of where I'm going, and when I'll get there. Maybe after this week I'll be able to form that picture. Because I don't want to give up just yet. There is still so much left to see and do. But I know in order to enjoy those things, I need to be in a better head space. How I'll get there, I'm not sure yet. But I am determined to.

(^ credit to pastel-hazy-dreams)

#aotearoa #backpacking #van life

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pherryt · 2 years ago

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For the fic ask: carry, joy or glow?

Okay, i have SO many WIPS but i first narrowed it down to about 8 - ones I'm currently making progress on or are almost out. A good number of those didn't have ANY of the words. A lot had extended versions of Joy (enjoy/enjoyment) but I went hard mode and went looking for only exact words. Since I couldn't do all 3 words, without having one fic have more rep than the other, I did 2 from each :D

Wound up with one Witcher Fic and one One Piece fic - read behind the cut:

WITCHER FIC:

Incubus!Jaskier (Jaskier/nearly everyone. Finished and waiting Beta - title still pending vote from beta but I think I'm leaning towards "Matter of Convenience")

Joy:

Vesemir shrugged, tapping at his medallion. “I’m a Witcher, lad. I can smell it on you, and feel your magic. Most incubi live among humans quite peacefully. I followed you out here simply to make sure you weren’t a danger. And you aren’t, at least not to anyone other than yourself.” The other man sighed. “Blessed Melitele, if I were, then you could have put me out of my misery.” Vesemir felt his eyebrows climb. “Are you that ready to give up?” He hadn’t gotten that impression from the way the man had comported himself inside the tavern. Even as unwell - hungry - as he’d been, he’d brought a little something special to that room, brightness and joy. “Only in my worst moments,” the bard admitted. “Some days weigh heavier than others.” Now that was a sentiment Vesemir knew all too well.

Glow:

Vesemir - feeling more off balance than he had in decades - cast widely around for a change of subject and his eyes settled on the two Cat Witchers who had not yet spoken. They were both of a height, and dark haired, like Aiden. The one on the left was leaner and his hair was the darkest - a true black that went past his shoulders. The other had a deep brown that was lighter than Aiden’s, and looked like it wanted to glow when the light hit. Aiden almost looked like he could be their son. Vesemir pointed at the trio. “What about them? Why should I let them in?” The leaner one snorted, making a sound of disgust. “You think we’d be welcome after we stood up for our Aiden?” he snapped out. Huh. Maybe Vesemir’s thought of ‘son’ wasn’t too far off the mark.

ONE PIECE FIC

I Don't Care (Sanji/Zoro - full title is that Fall Out Boy Song "I Don't Care what you think as long as it's about me"

carry:

Which Sanji really liked, actually. It was… fun. A challenge. Only Zeff could challenge him at the Baratie and Sanji's own guilt used to make him back off, and so he never was sure if he could best the old man or not. It had been a little stagnating, if truth were told. But here, he didn't have to carry that guilt anymore. And he could admit, that without their near daily fights, Sanji might have neglected his training, caught too much in the day to day of being a Strawhat cook. Zoro was a little right. Sanji never really took a break, but at the same time, he was doing what he loved so, how could he really complain?

joy:

It turned out to be another quiet day – no weird weather, no marines or other pirates anyway. The Sunny was never truly quiet with this bunch on board, but honestly, Sanji wouldn't have it any other way. Each day was a reminder of how different the crew was from his family. Their joys and dreams that had room for others, for kindness, for fun. Even Zoro, green haired and obsessed as he was with getting stronger, was nothing like Sanji's brothers. It may have initially thrown Sanji for a loop, but he'd realized pretty quickly that there was more to Zoro than first appeared.

#wip game #ask game #witcher #one piece #thank you!!!

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Reverse Tropes: Too Many Beds

Summary: Eren and Levi are Paranormal Investigators, who followed a fairy right into a trap in a mattress store in a shitty strip mall… From this post about reverse tropes: too many beds.

"This fairy is a pervert!" Eren declared. For the whole day, Eren and Levi were chasing a fairy all over town. Finally, when they thought they had the fairy cornered in a parking lot, the fairy slipped away into one of the buildings surrounding the parking lot. The Paranormal Investigators gave chase, and that was how they found themselves locked in a mattress store in a shitty strip mall. As soon as the fairy led them inside, it proceeded to spring its trap for the duo. The mattress store shifted uncomfortably around their ears, until it was turned into some sort of a pocket dimension with no windows and doors, and no furniture except for beds as far as the eye can see.

Eren and Levi fumbled around the room, trying to find an exit. This is when the fairy proceeded to inform them that the only way to get out the dimension is to have sex with each other on every bed in the room.

"There's like a million beds in here!" Eren protested, "it is not physically possible!"

"Don't panic, and try to remember the fairy lore." Levi told Eren. There was no hint of panic in his voice, and Levi's calmness also calmed Eren down.

"Fairies can't create things from nothing," Eren said, he was very knowledgeable about his paranormal lore, when he was not panicking. "The room just looks endless, and there should only be as many real beds in here as there was before we showed up. Therefore, having sex on every bed here is actually doable." Eren finished his analysis of the situation.

"The store is not that big, and I saw maybe a dozen bed displays before the fairy casted the illusion. The fairy's condition should hardly be a hardship." Levi replied. "I'm sure we will be done in no time." Levi was secretly pleased that in order to break out of a fairy's trap, sex with Eren was on the table. Levi had wanted to bend Eren over a desk since they became partners a little under a year ago. Despite all the bullshit the job entails, being a Paranormal Investigator has its perks.

"What type of fairy was this one again?" Eren asked. He knew there were some fairies that were tricksters, who loved trapping unsuspecting humans in their games. Most fairies were fairly harmless, just inconvenient, but there were some fairies that were quite dangerous, and their tricks usually resulted in grievous injuries or even death.

"This one doesn't seem so bad," Levi replied, he was not phased in the least from the fairy's tricks, not least because he stands to benefit.

"Did the fairy ever say what counts as sex again?" Eren asked. "No, it did not. The sex could be full intercourse or just jerking each other off." Levi was really hoping the fairy would only accept full intercourse as its condition, but he would take whatever he can get.

"Curse the trickster fairy and its vague requirements." Eren was still complaining, still unsure whether Levi was annoyed at the conundrum they found themselves in, or if he didn't mind.

Eren secretly didn't mind having sex with Levi to get out of the trap. From the beginning, he thought Levi was really hot. It was just that Levi usually seemed so bored and annoyed at human interactions outside work; although he could be nice due to the professionalism of being partners. Most of the time, Eren didn't know if Levi also found Eren himself to be annoying, and whether he liked or disliked him as a person.

"The only way to find out is to try it out, and the faster we do that, the faster we can get out of here." Levi said, trying not to sound too eager. He's been thinking of ways to ask Eren out on a date for a while, but somehow, the timing never works out, and they would get interrupted by one thing or another. Maybe he could use this opportunity to convince Eren that they should be a couple. Judging by the number of beds, he had quite a few chances.

They picked the biggest bed and flopped down onto it. Levi began to remove his jacket, while Eren did the same with his. When they were both sufficiently undressed, Levi approached Eren, and they stared at each other awkwardly.

“So, I guess we should just do it, I guess.” Eren stated lamely.

Levi placed his hand on Eren’s shoulders to steady him, “maybe we should start with kissing.” He suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Eren agreed. Hearing this, Levi immediately moved toward Eren. Eren tilted his face up and closed his eyes, unsure of what to do.

Levi got close and said, “How about we start by just touching, and see if just getting off is counted as sex?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can just start having straight up sex out of the blue,” Eren said, “but we should probably still make out first, to get in the mood.”

“If we want to get out anytime soon, we should probably stop talking and start kissing then.” Levi said, and before Eren could reply, he closed the distance between them and captured Eren’s lips.

Eren was startled at first, but quickly lost all his misgivings and leaned into the kiss. Levi’s lips were soft and warm, so the kiss was very pleasant. Eren instinctively opened his mouth a little. Levi’s tongue probed a little, seeking permission to take it farther. Eren parted his lips some more, and Levi took the opportunity to take the kiss to the next level, and soon they were panting on the bed.

Levi undid both his and Eren’s pants. He grabbed Eren’s hand and put it on his own crotch, then wrapped his hand on Eren’s dick and started to stroke. Eren had started to do the same to Levi, and they were both hard within minutes.

Between the kissing and the handjobs, Levi was close to coming, and he could feel that Eren was close as well. Levi changed his pace of stroking in the midst of Eren’s moans, and a second later, Eren came. Eren had enough presence of mind to keep stroking Levi’s dick during his orgasm, until Levi came not long after.

They broke apart and panted next to each other on the bed, hoping that this would work, and that it counted toward the sex quota to break out of the fairy’s trap. It sure felt like it should count. Suddenly the bed started to move and dumped the couple onto a rug on the floor before disappearing.

“I guess that answers the question on whether handjobs count,” Levi observed.

“That’s probably the best outcome, considering there are probably ten to fifteen beds in here,” Eren said, “it might take a while.”

"Well, we best get to it then." Levi smirked, and dragged Eren onto another bed to begin another round.

Epilogue: Eren and Levi were rescued by another team after their fifth round. Both of the Paranormal Investigators were no worse for the wear, except for some hand cramps. After debriefing the Bureau on the fairy, they decided to go on a real date, and maybe find out if they can go all the way.

#reverse tropes #aot fanfics

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bloodcrosses · 1 month ago

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I'm always amused when people complain about their fsndom dying.

Honey, there's only me and 10-20 people left in the Michael Carmen Pitt fandom. It really fucks me off how many seem to have left after that rather tragic psychological breakdown he had that led to his 5150 hold. But watching interviews for Day of the Fight has been revealing - hime chatty and engaging, not just muttering few words answers, and it's been a revelation that most interviews I had seen before he was high.

Tw: discussion of suicide here.

And that just made me sad. As a person with her own history with addiction, I know the belief that people can't tell that anything is wrong with us (the nurses at the hospital called that bs out very quickly). ;When I tried for the third time to end my life in 2023. I had a fucking horrible year, I cannot even begin to explain. Oppenheimer and Cillian were like balms to my many scars. Nolan movies have given me things to look forward to so many times, which is why I hate all the bashing. I find humanity in his films. Fuck everyone and their 'but he's a cold director.

Michael's problems were obvious for so long. He cut a lot longer, ɓb9you can even glimpse those cuts in The Dreamers. He still has scars, although faded now. He was an opiate addict for a long time (I know those constricted pupils anywhere).

Believe me, I don't like saying this. We all have our demons. But the reason I'm bringing this up is because no one seemed to want to help a troubled young man. After he finally got of a toxic relationship, he met Jamie Bochert, who I truly believe, to borrow a phrase from RDJ, was his veterinarian. The cutting stopped, and he had great art collabs with her. I guess that's why I was sad when their 9-year relationship ended.

But he found Sam. And hearing him sound so clear headed at last and not speaking that weird...I'm not certain what accent that was. He was all over the place.

I guess what I'm saying is that recovery is always possible. Seeing him kick all the enablers off of his following page was huge, but addicts have to do so. I also get mad at people whining about him gaining a bit of weight (yeah, psych drugs do that. How about being happy he's trying to get better.)

As for the haters who were unbelievably cruel about him at the time - all I can say to you is: go fucking do one.

Sorry for the rant%%, Michael is one of those faves I have a huge soft spot saw. He was never afraid to tell the through.

I really hope Nolan gives him a shot one day. I'm totally fine if it was a role like Rami's in Oppenheimer. The dude's done the work to get better, and that is, I think, how and why Wes Bentley got his shot in Interstellar. A film who's recent re-release pulled in unexpected, amazing numbers.

You can tell Day of the Fight was a personal project for him, and I have no doubt Jack Huston had him in mind when writing it. Sadly, the ;awards aren't interested, but the reviews (by professionals, not bloggers) speak for themselves.

Keep pushing, Mike. You deserve it.

#michael pitt #michael carmen pitt #michael #i believe in him #and boy do i understand how addiction just your life #and people are really cruel who would've taken Brad Pitt with sympathy #you'd think Caroline Flack's suicide might have taught them something #but no #i'm angry tonight

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laxyaklovesloz · 9 months ago

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The Legend of Zelda: Real Courage | Chapter Fifteen: In the Secret Corridor

The path to Castle Town was pretty much straight through Hyrule Field, and therefore uninteresting. The town was split into six sections. An outer wall hugged an inner wall about ten feet across. Guards stood in various spots within the gap and upon the walls, but they looked bored and lazy. There hadn't been any conflict in Hyrule for decades; most of the soldiers probably haven't been in real combat.

Inside the inner wall, the town was divided into four quadrants and the center of the city. Each area buzzed with people, but it wasn't as crowded as Kakariko Village, for which Lila was grateful. Castle Town was small enough, it didn't need a bunch of people pressed together.

As far as she could tell, all of the soldiers who should have been patrolling inside the town chose to congregate in the taverns. The sheer number of bars surprised Lila the most. While Kakariko had maybe two, Castle Town boasted two taverns in each quadrant. The town was not protected in the least. That was something Lady Ganondra would like to know.

Then again, she had sent Lila to Castle Town to orient herself, not give him details of its weaknesses. With that in mind, she began seeking out various pathways from each gate to the castle, which she had not yet seen. She wanted to discover other ways to the castle other than the main gates. The main entrance to the castle was foreboding with guards and openness. It was maybe the only well-defended location in all of Castle Town.

Mori was the one who found the sewers.

"Really? Sewers?" Lila complained. They stood – or flew – outside the entrance.

"Really. Secret tunnels," Mori replied with snark. "Your mission."

"Alright, alright. Sheesh."

Once underground, Lila was immediately accosted by a miniblin, its tiny spear jabbed into her kneecap.

"Ow!" she shouted and kicked at the offender. Several others swarmed to take its place. "Get away, fiends!"

"Meenp meenp!" they shouted back.

She pulled out her sword and swiped at the miniblins, but they stepped back from her blade as easily as though she was moving through a thick liquid. Frustrated, she growled, "Go away! Mori!"

"What can I do?"

"I don't know! Something!"

Mori flew down in front of the miniblins and flapped his wings hard. That was enough to scatter the miniblins, hopefully for good.

"Thanks. I don't know why that worked, but thanks."

"You're welcome, I guess."

The two continued through the sewers. Most of the muck flowed along the bottom, and ledges allowed for clean travel. ("Thank the Goddesses.") The miniblins poked around but didn't approach again. ("Annoying little demons.")

When Lila and Mori exited the sewers, they were in a prison.

"Is this the castle prison?"

"Must be. I don't know of any others in or near Castle Town."

"Nice. Now we know how to get in."

"But how do we get into the actual castle?"

"Um..." Lila pointed down the one way they could go. "That way, of course."

"It's probably guarded."

"Probably not. Why would they defend empty cells?"

"They probably know about the entrance to the sewers."

"Oh. Good point." Lila stopped walking. "Wait, what's this?"

Where she had stopped, there was a small opening that was hardly visible. Mori flew into the space, and his wingspan fit perfectly. Then he disappeared.

"Where'd you go?"

"Come in and find out."

Lila stepped into the opening. She couldn't see a thing and placed her hand on the wall. With her fingers trailing, she followed the sound of Mori's wings. Her foot hit something.

"It goes up," Mori supplied.

Lila took the stairs. They went up about two stories and then there was an arrow hall, still pitch black. At the end of it, she bumped into the wall. She would have panicked if she didn't hear Mori on her left.

"Hurry up!" he muttered.

"We've been over this," Lila replied, going up even more stairs, "I don't have lechonotation like you."

"Echolocation."

"Whatever! I'm blind here."

"Poor humans."

"Poor armless keese."

"Hey!"

Lila chuckled. This stair wound in a spiral and seemed to go on over twice as long as the first one. When they finally reached the top, Lila's foot fell hard on the floor. "Ooh, that was a jolt."

"Shh, I can hear voices."

"Really?"

Lila walked forward slowly, trying to calm her breathing. She kept one hand on the wall and the other outstretched. Slowly she began hearing what Mori was talking about. She gasped.

"Zale..."

"Shh!"

The talking stopped. Lila's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't believe Zale was within hearing distance. Her heart pounded, making her ears ring. She wanted so badly to see him again, but she didn't know why.

A girl's voice said, "I didn't hear anything. Zale, keep telling me the story! How did the Hero save the Zora?"

"Well, Zelda, he had to get eaten by a giant fish."

The girl gasped and squealed. She giggled, and Lila could imagine her rocking back and forth in laughter. "You're teasing me!"

"Nope, it actually happened. The Hero was swallowed by Jabun."

"Lila, let's go."

Lila knew this story. She didn't care to hear it. She just couldn't stop listening to Zale. She closed her eyes and felt tears. Maybe if she made a loud noise, she would at least have an excuse to talk to Zale, to see him.

She shook her head slowly. Such thoughts were foreign to her. She didn't know why she was thinking this way.

"Okay."

She turned around and left.

#fanfic #fanfiction #legend of zelda #genderbend #Real Courage #LoZ: Real Courage

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the-enigmatic-universe-theory · 11 months ago

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Chapter 3

Lorelai

I look around, following the sound of baby voices. Me and the kids decided to play hide and seek for the last hour of daycare, but I don't know if it'll last that long. The kids are quickly getting bored. They complain that I find them too easily, and it's true since they can only hide in certain spots. I have to know where they are at all times, so this is the only way we can play. I try to act like I can't find them most of the time, to make it last longer, still, the kids all agree that playtime was much funner without the restrictions. There's nothing we can do about it though, with the kidnappings happening more frequently we have to take every precaution to keep the kids safe. The thought of one of these beautiful little toddlers being taken sends knots into my stomach. The 10-minute bell goes off, telling me play times are up.

“Alright Littles, it's time to come out now. Pickup is about to begin.” The children clamber out of their hiding places, yelling and shouting, excited to go home. 1 or two of the children boo, wanting to stay here. We go through this most days, and though it warms my heart the love being here with me, they still have to go home to their parents. “Let's grab our things from the cubbies and pack up!” They all crowd around the small cubby area and I have to remind them to take turns. Most of the kids in my care are 4-5 years old, just shy of starting kindergarten, and can do a lot on their own.

Once pack up is complete they all return to their cushion seats, waiting for their parents to come pick them up. Even before the kidnappings, we've always had the adults come in to sign out their kids. It's a security precaution, and this way we can keep records of who takes the kids, in case of an emergency.

Soon the parents start trickling in and getting their kids. As usual, one little boy is still sitting on his cushion when all the others have left. His mother is almost always running behind. I don't mind staying with but I can tell he doesn't like always being the last one to be picked up.

After the first 10 minutes with his mom still being a no-show, I bring out the building cubes and let him play with those.

I sit at my makeshift desk and finish up some of my schoolwork for the day. Since I have to work a job most weekdays to support myself I take my classes online. I prefer it this way, fewer distractions, and I can watch movies while doing my work.

After 30 minutes, and still no mom, I get up from my desk and go kneel beside the little boy.

“Daniel, do you have any idea why your mom is so late?” I ask him gently. I know this must be uncomfortable for him, waiting for a mom that refuses to show. He shakes his head, and I can see tears in his big brown eyes.

I pull him into a hug, telling him it's okay, trying to comfort this precious boy. “It's Okay, I'm sure she'll be here soon.” 20 minutes later, and his mom is nowhere to be seen.

I gently let go of him, walking over to my desk. I pick up the desk phone and dial my boss's number. It rings a few times. “Hello?” comes a woman's voice from the other side of the phone.

“Hi, this is Lorelei.” I answer.

“Lorelei, how can I help you?”

‘Well, I’m still at the daycare, and I-”

“Why are you still at the daycare, it is well past your hours?”

“Yes ma’am, I know,” I say respectfully, even though I hate to be interrupted. “It's just that I have a little boy here, still waiting for his mom to pick him up. It's not exactly uncommon for her to be late, but it's usually only 10-15 minutes or so. I'm unsure what to do.”

I hear some shuffling on the other end. “Do you have her name?”

“Yes, it should be in the previous sign-in sheets. Give me a second.” I set the phone down on the desk and picked up the sign-up sheets. I have to flip a page or two back and search for his name. I pick the phone back up. “Her name is Danielle Roberts.”

“Ok,” clacking, like someone typing on a really thick keyboard, “We have all parent numbers on file in case of emergency. I’m going to pull hers up and you can give her a call.” More typing.

“Ok, that should work.” I say. The doorbell rings, startling me for a second. I hear a surprised shout and turn in time to see the little boy jumping into his mom's arms. She looks frazzled. Her dirty blonde hair is falling out of her bun, her makeup is smudged and there's a mysterious stain on the front of her shirt. And I thought I was having a rough day.

“Hello Lorelei, I’m so sorry I’m late. My boss needed me to finish up some paperwork before I left, and then I had car troubles. It's been a tough evening.” I can tell, she does look like she’s been through hell and back.

“It’s no problem. “ I say even though it kind of was. I was always a people pleaser. “Can you sign him out please?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll do that now.” She comes closer to get the chart and sign him out, giving me a good whiff of her. Tuna, the mysterious stain on her shirt is unmistakingly tuna. I wrinkle my nose but don’t say anything. There’s no point in pointing it out.

I pick up the phone, suddenly remembering my boss is still on the line.

“Lorelei, are you there?’ she says.

“Yes, sorry. I don’t need the number, she just showed up.” I respond.

“OK, good. Be careful getting home then.” There’s a little shuffling on her end.

“I will, goodnight.”

“Goodnight Lorelei.” she says, then hangs up.

I turn around and face Danielle and her son. “Are we all good here, have everything you need?”

“Yes. Thank you again. Come on Daniel, it’s time to go home. Tell Ms. Lorelei goodbye.” She takes his hand and leads him to the door.

He waves, “Goodbye Ms. Lorelei.” The door rings shut, and I take a deep breath. I love working with kids, it might even be what I want to do when I graduate, but it can be tiring from time to time.

I push my hair out of my face and begin collecting my things. I’m putting the last item into my bag when the door rings again. It’s probably the Roberts, Daniel must have left something. “Hello-” I stop short when I see the person standing in the doorway. He’s tall, around six foot, and dressed in all black. A hood covers most of his face, and gloves cover his hands. “Excuse me, can I help you.” I ask, my voice calm, even though he is, by all means, the scariest person I have ever seen.

“You’re coming with me.” His voice is a low rumble, quiet. Not a question, a demand. I look around for something I could use to get away. But everything’s been neatly put up and baby-proofed. I can only talk my way out of this.

“Why would I do that?” My fingers are starting to slightly shake, and I hope he can’t see how scared I am.

“If you’re refusing,” a pause, “I’ll force you.” I let the threat sink in. There was a slight lift at the end of his words like he might have been smiling. He is trying to take me.

“Why do you want me?” I ask, stalling for time. I need a plan.

“I don’t want you, they do.” They, as in, multiple. I take a step back. He takes a step forward; his boot hits the table. He didn’t fall, or tip, it was only a small tap.

“Why?” I ask again.

“You’re asking too many questions. Come with me.” He takes another step forward, this time having to step over a table, which isn’t too easy. I have my plan.

I take a step back, goading him closer. My room in the daycare isn’t small, not really, but it sure would feel that way to a 6-foot man with a big build, especially with so many tables and chairs scattered around. My only hope is to get him to trip, or get him into a position where I can run and he wouldn’t have an easy time catching me.

“I don’t want to.”

“You’re stalling,” he growls. He takes another step forward. “Come with me, or I force you.” Another step. Just one more, he needs to take one more.

I shuffle backward until my back is up against the wall. Come on, come on, come on. “Please.” My voice is shaky, and none of it is fake. I flatten myself as hard as I can against the wall, getting ready to spring forward. Finally, he takes the last step. I bolt.

He’s lunging after me, but I was right. I can hear the bangs as he trips over chairs and tables trying to get to me. I swiftly move through the room. It’s almost completely dark, but I know my way home. This could work for me. Once into the open air, I’ll have to run as fast as possible, hopefully, this would have slowed him down enough for me to slip into the cover of the darkness, past the street lights.

I step past the final table, and the bookshelves, putting my hands on the door and pushing. It opens and I break into a run, I still hear him. A sharp pain shoots into my leg, and I think I must've twisted my ankle, but I look down and instead see a dart sticking out of my leg. My vision goes blurry, and my breath is ragged and uneven. I stop running, I can barely hold myself up straight. I’m not. I’m swaying, bracing myself for the impact that's sure to come when I can no longer support myself. And then I drop, blacking out on my fall down.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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There's a giant giant number of things happening here In punta Gorda Florida they decided to get John remillard the hell out of there that one's complaining back had a terrible day. They're running around singing the song and it's horrible so we see that Garth is figuring stuff out he didn't want to play that I'm still standing and he heard what it sounds like coming from them so start playing it at these Trump rallies and they're horrified is him huge numbers of people go there and let me hear the music and it's piped in a little it goes off and then start singing it and they're horrible but right here in punta Gorda

-we have 50 million people lined up 10 miles outside Charlotte county and their enemy combatants and they announced it and they are dead and yeah we are announcing the death of higher ups or dying from the neighborhood it was like five houses total how about 20 houses have suffered glasses today there's probably five more houses involved but out of those 20 houses 10 of them are now defunct so that means 15 different houses and it's true they're actually going and my husband would know them by name from westborough and St John's Wentworth different names but he was running into them occasionally and it's only a few thousand of these people and they're 200 houses so really there's 185 houses left and they're being replaced by other warlock no their plans are disappearing and it's even if they see it before no. There's several more ways and rings and they're emptying themselves out I suspect an additional five houses might be leaving today and she's not to move out until their dead for the most part. Is a huge number of people wanted to move in. Including us and everyone's fighting over this houses and the remaining warlock from those clans getting whiped out.

-7 million idiots are trying to get into Charlotte county and they're getting wiped out and they come from all over the place mostly Florida these days it's saying half Florida and that's a lot

-200 million are getting hit to the west of where the wall will be in a big ring and 300 million in a second ring and on the other side of it about eight octillion are going to hit right now after that he's going to go home to eat something these people a bunch of rude f*** okay these people are f*****

-we see them riding around later cuz he's saying stuff and then get drunk and they really just are ready to check out I guess but there's other things happening in punta Gorda Florida they're at their 10% and they're reaching 50% and they woke up this morning and said I can't stand hearing me I can't stand listening to them I can't stand what they're saying I can't stand who they are and I definitely can't stand them bothering him or me and they decide to take out more they're up to 60% roughly or approaching it really and they will take out more and they're taking them out and following them around and grabbing them stopping them on the roadways call them all out it's quite a lot of people but that's what they're doing we're doing it too and foreigners and it's the law no terrorists Losers. I heard figures of expectations or even planned development of 85% today. We're moving forwards but that's a lot of people and if it's 85% the government they'll be firing Private industry too and probably even more and we'll see this afternoon that's a big chunk they're tired of trump and they don't want them flying around sticking in their face and December 7th is ridiculous and they're under the gun they don't have much time for these idiots

-15% of the population is evacuating today and maybe 5% more I hear two to three percent already because of what's going on with the government and these are people who are mostly additional to those getting laid off jobs a lot of private industries summer government but they want to leave people getting executed for doing stupid things and they went out 15% of the population but of the morlock that are here it's still a large number if you add that to the government employees and Private industry that are probably get killed today and people running around attacking walls I'm probably going to like 30% so only 70% will be left and they're not getting people in allegiant Air was stopped JetBlue was stopped Swiss Air was stopped and versions of Southwest Air and American airlines that they painted was stopped and they want to pretend they're Mexicans my husband says and misspelled American airlines. So naturally they get caught anyways but okay. I keep trying to get here and if they get on The airliner they're pointed out the whole time when they get off their pointed out and security grabs them and the max are questioned and then they're released every time.

-don't have a ton of time for these people and they're gross and they wanted to get bit by bugs so they get nailed with bugs lots of them a huge numbers go after them and they get really they get really sick quick and it's gross but we are attacking them and stuff because of what they're doing here two more minutes this area it's going to be quieter and people are coming in and pulling them out elsewhere switch over that's good it works

-there's a certain number of people that think we should get rid of assholes that are abusing him because it's not a good example to keep them around and we're actually trying to do that and we need assistance if you're of that opinion we would like you to join up forces with us and as soon as you can

-there's another thing happening they are trying to grab other people's belongings because they're finding it hard to get stuff even at Walmart they can't buy things because people won't let them they won't let the cards run so their eyeballing each other's stuff you keep going up to his bike and saying and that's what they're doing trying to threaten him to get stuff and we're pulling their card for it and a lot of people are for the threat and for trying to steal and people tell him to get out and every night people leave tonight the anticipate on top of today because they're leaving daytime they're leaving at 10 to 15% another 10 to 15% of the molar will exit making it about 40% of left today one way or the other and it might be more depending on private industries layoffs and people who quit

That's all I got he always ask me do you have anything more and their bother him and his stomaching it but he needs to get home and clean up and stuff it's itchy some bugs on him small ones. Couple bites so we're going to start up when I get there we have we're acquiring more companies today in pretty large industries hospitals and pharmaceuticals huge huge companies one of them when he said we acquired and would just be the about but we will acquire today

God bless all and thank you for listening

Hera

Olympus

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cometconmain · 11 months ago

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My parents and a number of otherwise trying-to-be-respectful-of-trans-people people in my life would have had an easier time grasping my existence if I'd been binary trans, including my ex who is a trans woman and was constantly trying to push me toward being a trans man for some reason when I'm not.

I've met and seen a fair few people who can wrap their head around people changing between the accepted existing two genders, but identifying as anything else is a step too far and now this "whole gender thing is getting out of control."

I've seen someone arguing/'joking' that nonbinary is "just making a new binary because now you're either binary or nonbinary and doesn't that seem contradictory to you?"

There's a whole thing around creating a new slur for us called 'theyfab' that some other trans people made and do use to both complain about us not 'picking a lane' and insinuate that every one of us is definitely afab (of course amab nobinary people do not exist, fuck them apparently) because they see nonbinary people as solely cis girls thinking trans is a trend but are too cowardly to 'do it properly' because heaven forbid people have a process changing after a lifetime of trying to force yourself into one box because even when you learned trans people existed, the opposite gender wasn't how you identified so then the idea you might still not be cis took longer to sink in and even longer to build up the courage to implement if you could even figure out in detail what it meant to you at all because you didn't have existing societal 'templates' to try on and adjust to suit you, you just had to leap into the void.

We have to constantly justify to other trans people that we're not just "cis people who are gnc" and dealing with other trans people saying "can you please get your hands off the trans community because you don't belong here and are co-opting the movement from 'real trans people."

Hell, sometimes people try to point out enbiphobia is a thing and we'd like to be seen and recognized, only to have the person told basically doing point number three in responding but instead of 'making a new binary' it's now "you see this is just gender trinary? You see how you're now making non-binary a third gender, right?"

You see how you're joining in on shutting down conversation nonbinary people start trying to reach out and be heard about a different type of experience being not-cis in ways even other trans people shit on us for...

...right?

Not gonna lie, I'm kind of disappointed to see the cool trans masc person I followed for educational content on complex trans experiences I wanted to learn about (who literally has a post talking about how 'appropriation trans' is bullshit) seemingly outright falling for transmedicalist and terf rhetoric meant to split us apart. You literally had a trans woman coming in missing the point to scream about the fact she's still the most oppressed out of all of us when that wasn't the point people were trying to make as far as I could tell.

Just tentatively trying to point out enbiphobia is a thing has everyone up in arms against us. This is what we get all the time when we try to talk about this. You look the same as her you're just going at it from a different angle because (I think?) you at least managed to understand those messages probably weren't meant to come across as "and therefore Nonbinary people are the most oppressed actually. Stand aside trans women." Props to you for that I guess.

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Ok I'm happy to recognize I may have misunderstood your intent as much as I think people have misunderstood anon's intent (I personally do think they're not barking up the right tree but I think I can see what's causing their frustration and the not-right wording). However I would like you to recognize 'gender trinary' language doesn't sound great either in the face of people existing who do intend to erase us trying to tell us we've 'reinvented the binary lol' just by identifying as nonbinary.

I'm ok to try to learn more about trying to help us all come together and figure out all the new language we have to invent to express our unique experiences of the world and how I might also need to adjust my understanding of binary trans label experiences being more complex than society's understanding of the chosen label. Just got a nerve pressed with your own wording in reply initially. Sorry.

Exept binary trans women and trans men have binary privilege over NBs. There's a massive privilege with being in the Gender Binarity.

okay but you see how you're just creating a gender trinary right. like you see how you're just recreating "nonbinary is a third gender" rhetoric. right. tell me you understand

#not transformers

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