#i need to do more research on the topic before freaking out . but i'm just. eugh so so sososososo sad

[salsflore]

[somehhuuuhh]

I know the ture meaning of proshiper and antishiper!

Okay okay I know it's seems far fetch but hear out!

Oh this not any form harassment I'm just talking about what the true meaning of proshipers and antishipper and that's it. If I'm wrong then I'm wrong it's not a big deal. I'll just cry because of how many hours I have to research, and it turns out to be wrong

Kay Kay but before we start talking about it let me just tell you what a proshiper thinks what a proshiper and a antishipper

So this one proshiper in the undertale community made there very strong claim that the true meaning of proshiper is "you're against censorship and harassment over fiction and curate your experience the internet to have a healthy distance from things to make you uncomfortable" Um well frist all not all proshiper are against censorship. Second many proshipers harass people for calling them out or they got block. Having a healthy distance from things that make you uncomfortable is great, but you need to know that not every proshiper is doing that. @/Flowey-the-lanternflower56 is a proshiper, but for some reason she keeps following people who don't feel comfortable with proshipping and says proship dni in their bio. She says she dislikes antis but yet she keeps following those blogs that aren't meant for proshipers. She makes the blog owner uncomfortable and probably over time make her uncomfortable when they keep saying the space is not for her or any other proshipers.

The same proshiper thinks the true meaning of an antishiper is that "you're okay and even encouraged harassment towards freaks and "weirdos society deems acceptable to hurt" uhhhh....what? Am I blind or something cuz I don't anti shippers harassing proshipers . If they just talk about proshipers dni or how uncomfortable proship makes them feel or just calling them out. I don't think that's harassment, I think they expressing their opinions on the topic. Well I understand why they say that because they post this after this one dude threatened to doxxed some proshipers but I they quickly dissappear when many people say that's not right and some of those people were antishippers. But maybe they harass in Twitter or something idk, but a lot of antishipper are very against doxxing and harassment.

Okay so after the proshiper say that, they said "learn your Fandom history," and that really inspired me to do this and waste many hours to learn my Fandom history. (Gosh I wanna die)

The term of antishipper has been around ever since in the 1990s from the wonderful Fandom of the X-Files. The definition of antishipper is "it generally refars to someone who opposes shipping or a certain pairing, which can be for reasons," but since the mid-2010s the term changed into "A fan who believes that it is morally wrong to ship some ships" The definition has been change over time in different Fandoms for different reasons. But those two are the og.

There are many other "antis" like anti-incest which they have the best fucking motto ever. "Family is family, nothing more" There is anti-ship, but I'll not gonna talk about it now.

The term of proshipers or anti-anit came from Tumblr (of course it did). The definition of proshipers is literally just the opposite of antishippers so that means "it generally refars to someone who is with shipping or a certain pairing, which can be for reasons," or "A fan who believes that it is morally right to ship some ships" or something like that.

Okay so since I talk about the true meaning of proshipers and antishipper. There is one more thing I want to talk about which the proshiper said which was "Fiction is fiction and doesn't affect reality" but I do have poof that it does.

Okay I'm going off strong. BlogTheGreatRouge, everyone knows and dislikes her. She was a proshiper, who ship pj with fresh and guessed what pj was kid and Fresh was a grown ass man when she drew them. Even pj daycare Fresh was a kid and Pj was grown as a man. Her comics were disgusting and talking about suicide like it's not so serious. She thought that her comics weren't affected anyone and lable her comics as 13+ even though they should've been labeled 18+ cuz of the suggestive theme, and other stuff. So of course the little kids are going to see that and think that it's okay that a grown ass people touch them which you think they aren't that dumb, but like they were kids and where deeply affected by her comics. There is a videos talking about here and each videos there a comment of people get gr#$med by an adult because after watching or reading the her comics they think it's okay for adults to do that and here are some of the comments...

So yea you can't really deny that her drawings which was a silly fiction thing did impact reality! And impact a bunch of people in a negative way.

Okay let's say you're a proshiper and you only ship incest and that's all. And you don't think shipping incest will harm anyone. It just a simple ship.....shut the fuck up. Okay me personally I been affected by those incest ship especially the proshiper that I keep mentioning. Every time I see dreammare I just think that's me and my brother kissing which IS VERY DISGUSTING AND UNCOMFORTABLE FOR ME TO THINK OF. Me brother is close BUT NOT THAT CLOSE!!! I don't like to be near my dad or my brother which makes me feel sad because when I give them a hug I just feel uncomfortable thinking of that and when they really want to talk to me I keep my distance. I just feel horrible for thinking that and not talking much with my brother and my dad because I keep seeing that and thinking about that. It makes feel like a horrible sister and a horrible daughter...

But I think that's all I have to say I was very hesitate to post this because I was worried people will react but I just don't need this to clear my mind and tell people there definition is probably wronged.

Oh and please rbloog or repost I don't care but it well appreciated

Oh, and I know it's different from what I usually post, but I just wanted to talk about it. It took me a while to write this because it took me a lot of balls just to think about posting it because this topic is very mixed, so please don't harass me for this

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

(Medical notes and I need to post them publicly so they show up in tags, don't violate HIPAA on me!)

My blood pressure is doing some Funky Shit lately.

I keep having vasovagal(?) episodes on flights the past two or three years. Near-syncope, probably. Feeling miserably ill, hot flushes, sweating, dizziness, vision tunneling, the whole shebang, and having to put my head between my legs to not feel like I'm actively dying. According to the doctor I saw One Singular Time, the symptoms come on because of blood pressure being lowered by the reflex.

(I haven't fully passed out on a flight, which is good at least. But it really does feel just like it does before I pass out... Research says your blood pressure can lower in flights and I think I have a fairly low resting blood pressure anyways. Usually. More on that momentarily.)

Last time I was at the dentist (in July I think?), my blood pressure read something like 102/66.

This time (just yesterday), it read something like 136/84.

??????? Are you high or low? Make up your mind.

I don't know what I did differently. I had a different lunch (maybe more sodium yesterday?), but I had the matcha tea with ginger in the morning both times, I don't think I took my ADHD meds either day because I read you're not supposed to take it if they might use anesthesia.

Though I've been taking the meds for my back injury (both oral and topical) the past two weeks. But google is saying both of those should LOWER my blood pressure.

Can chronic severe pain raise blood pressure, maybe??? Both of the past two weeks, my back flared up on the weekends and I've spent a day in agony, two days having to walk with my hands on my hips to support my back, and then the rest of the week able to walk, but slowly, deeply aching and sore and still unable to bend over. Physical therapy stretches help, but only for an hour or two.

My stomach did an awful Episode^tm yesterday morning at work, so yeah, Phobia Trigger might be a thing, and I drank less water due to that (can't swallow for an hour or two after), but that was around 9am and the dentist appointment wasn't until 3:30pm. That's six freaking hours and I was pretty sure I'd calmed down by then? I think I was actually in a pretty good mood.

??? Very confused noises? ??? ?????? ???????????

(I do have an appointment with my psychiatrist at the start of September, I'll bring this up with her and see what she thinks.)

[khaleesiofalicante]

dani omg I'm freaking out rn

i was told today to prepare for 2 rounds of a debate competition TOMORROW because the person who was supposed to go opted out for reasons i don't know yet

I have so less time

im freaking out

the motion is "Developed countries should have greater responsibility towards addressing climate than developing countries" i have to prepare for the motion. idk all I have is basic points

this is for the preliminary rounds

there are two shortlisted topics for the quarter finals. "billionaires are bad for the world" or "exploring new worlds is a waste of resources"(I don't get this topic) it can be either of the two topics. again I have to speak for the motion

idk what to do😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i'm so stressed

i don't have a speech prepared😭😭😭😭😭

i don't know what points to include

please help🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Okay. Okay. You got this.

The topics are relatively easy. I'm going to give you some broader points which you can further enhance by adding some data, okay?

For this - Developed countries should have greater responsibility towards addressing climate than developing countries - Here are some important arguments. Remember what I said before, it doesn't matter if your points are "basic". It's how you say something, not what you say.

Historical Responsibility: Developed countries have contributed the most to global emissions historically, which is why they bear more responsibility. (In other words, they've been doing this shit for longer than the rest of the world. Do some research on some of the earliest companies that have contributed to pollution and see where they are located)

Current Emissions: Even today, developed countries have higher per capita emissions compared to developing countries. They continue to have larger carbon footprints due to their high levels of consumption and industrial activity. Get the data for this!

Financial Capacity: Developed countries have more financial resources to invest in clean energy, technology, and climate mitigation efforts. They also have laws and regulations about this - you can share an example or two about some developed countries that have strict laws on climate change/pollution.

Technological Advancement: Developed countries have the technology and innovation needed to address climate change effectively. They should lead in developing and sharing green technologies with developing countries. Again, give an example here, about a tech solution one of the developed countries has come up to address climate change.

I don't know how much time you have, but these four points are more than enough to have you covered.

Topic 2 - Billionaires are bad for the world (I love this one lol)

I would actually suggest you start this by establishing who and what a billionaire is. Like what it actually means to be a billionare.

For eg:

"To grasp the magnitude of a billionaire's wealth, consider this: A million seconds is about 12 days. However, a billion seconds is over 31 years. This stark difference between a million and a billion demonstrates just how vast a billion truly is."

As for your points:

Wealth Inequality: Billionaires exacerbate wealth inequality, with a small number of people controlling a significant portion of global wealth. This concentration of wealth leads to social and economic instability. (This is like one of your major points).

Influence on Politics: Billionaires can influence political decisions to favor their interests, often at the expense of the greater good. Their financial power can undermine democratic processes. (A lot of examples can come from countries like the US or even India!)

Monopolies and Competition: Billionaires often create or sustain monopolies, stifling competition and innovation. This can hurt consumers and small businesses.

Ethical Concerns: The methods by which some billionaires accumulate wealth can involve exploitation, environmental degradation, and unfair labor practices. (Another big point)

I think for this one, examples (of billionaires and how their wealth has contributed to wealth inequality) would be very helpful.

Topic 3 (or what I understood from it) - Exploring new worlds is a waste of resources

I think what they mean here is looking for other planets to live. There is a lot of money and time being spent on finding other inhabitable planets. I like this topic too because for me the essence is instead of wasting money on finding a new world, why don't we spend that money on fixing this one?? Anyway, your points:

Resource Allocation: The resources spent on space exploration could be better used to address pressing issues on Earth, such as poverty, hunger, and climate change. (What I said before). You could give an example here and say in 2023, xxx amount was spent on exploring Mars as an option (random example!!) but that money could've been used to address climate change in XXX which is a more pressing concern.

Environmental Concerns: Space exploration has environmental impacts, including the production of space debris and the carbon footprint of rocket launches. (Research needed here!).

Ethical Considerations: There are ethical concerns about potentially exploiting other planets or celestial bodies, repeating the same mistakes we’ve made on Earth. Basically, it's like we fucked earth and we're gonna dump it and find a new one to fuck over??? Nope!

Anyway, I hope this is all help!

I know this sudden announcement has you nervous, but remember the judges/competition isn't going to know you were put on the spot, only you do. So, be calm and confident. That's the most important thing tbh.

Good luck!

[jamiesfootball]

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

Tagged by @asteria-argo and @altschmerzes

EDIT- I DEFINITELY TAGGED THE RIGHT PEOPLE THE FIRST TIME

1. How many fandoms have you written in?

24 going back to college, more before that. Unless you mean written in published, in which case 3

2. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

I wrote my first thing at 10

3. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Up until last year, read by far. But since I've started more focused writing I have woefully fallen behind on the reading. Right now I'm reading about 3 small fics / updated chapters a week.

4. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Outlining comes a lot easier now than previously. That used to be the most intimidating part, but I've learned now how to keep myself in a trajectory. If there's truly something else I want to explore but that doesn't fit within the outline, then that can simply happen in another fic.

5. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I have no semblance of weird any more. But I did read an entire book on foot injuries with absolutely gruesome photos of foot fungi infections.

6. What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love it when it feels like the person commenting resonated with something I wrote. It doesn't have to be long (though I do really love that), but a certain amount of passion behind the comment is always lovely to see.

7. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I'm currently rotating a time travel au of characters from a fic set in the future coming back to visit characters during the early seasons of the show. This one is fringe because only I would know what the fuck is going on with half the cast.

8. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

You know how there is a sub-genre of fic where a character basically gets to have their day calling everyone else out on their behaviour about some canon-gripe? Those fics. I just can't do it. I can read them, but writing them always feels too mean. Also nihilism for the sake of nihilism. I think it's because in both scenarios, it would require curbing my inner need to fix whatever is going on.

9. What is the easiest type?

I! Like! Fixing! Things! In! A! Canon! Compliant! Way! Or at least, like, canon install-able. You can install canon into this and it won't break too bad.

10. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Right now I'm still using Living Writer despite not liking it very much (for a variety of reasons) because while I meant to switch over, I got overwhelmed exporting everything and missed the renewal date. So stuck with that another year I guess. But the big thing for me is to have cloud and offline access, and this does that.

11. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I finally started outlining on of my original fiction projects! Huzzah! It's going to be longer than I thought help

12. What made you choose your username?

Dyslexia and a writing typo

I tried snooping around to see who got tagged already, but my dash was freaking long today. If you've not been tagged, consider yourself so, thanks!

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Interview of a lifetime

PAIRING | Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You have your first celebrity interview with the one and only Tom Hiddleston after the release of season 1 of 'Loki'. You're extremely nervous and when Tom finds out, he will do anything to make you feel safe and help you get through your first interview.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Anxiety attack.

A/N | Hi all! This is the first one-shot I've written for Tom, he is such a gentleman in my opinion and I just couldn't help myself with this fic. I hope you will enjoy it as much if not more than I did when writing it!

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

Two weeks ago, your boss told you that you would be doing your first major celebrity interview - with none other than Tom Hiddleston himself - after the release of season 1 of the series called 'Loki'. When he told you, your first thoughts were very exciting, this could mean your big break, but when it sank in a little bit, you couldn't help but feel nervous, more nervous than you usually felt in a moment like this. Despite this, you researched a lot about Tom, Loki, and the series he was playing in, watching it as well so you would be prepared as to what was to come during the interview. Nothing could have prepared you for what actually happened though.

The morning of the interview, you made sure you had all your questions with you on your cue cards, so you would have something to fall back on if you happened to forget a question or something, but you weren't really worried too much about that. What you were most nervous about, was meeting Tom, and seeing what he was like, since you never met him. In the interviews you saw of him he looked really down to earth and like a true gentleman, but that didn't really mean anything. People could be the nicest in front of the camera and really bad people when the camera's turned off, but that wasn't the case with Tom, at all.

You decided to wear a simple white and blue sundress which always made you happy. You put on your leather jacket over it, finishing it with your black Doctor Martens boots. You wore simple make-up, not wanting to take away from the outfit too much, and your hair hung loose in waves around your shoulders. You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time before grabbing your bag and keys, ready to head out the door and to the studio for the interview. It was a 30-minute drive, which wasn't too bad, but the closer you got, the more the nerves took over how you felt.

When you arrived at the studio you parked your car and headed inside. You were still too early, but you'd take that over being even a minute late every single time. ''Hi, my name is Y/N and I'm supposed to conduct an interview here today,'' you tell the lady behind the reception desk. You have to sign in and then she showed you to the studio where the interview would be held. You got ready to sit in your chair and wait until Tom and his team arrived, reading through your questions again just so you can be sure you know what you want to ask. It doesn't take long before they arrive, and your nerves start taking over instantly.

''Good morning!'' you say in a cheerful voice, and you're surprised it comes out like that because you can feel your anxiety rising to your chest. You couldn't believe you were in the same room as TOM. FREAKING. HIDDLESTON. ''Hey, good morning! I'm Tom, and you're name is...?'' he asked when he extended his hand out to you. ''Hi, I'm Y/N, it's really nice to meet you Mr. Hiddleston!'' you answer and he says you can call him Tom, there was no need for that kind of formalities. ''It's nice to meet you too. How are you doing this morning?'' he asked as he sat in his chair, his makeup being touched up just a little bit while the cameras are being set up. ''I'm good, excited, and nervous at the same time honestly. It's the first time I'm doing a celebrity interview, so I hope it will go well,'' you tell him.

''You're going to be fine, we're not in a hurry, so if you need to we can take a break in between the questions. I get how difficult it can be to do something like this,'' he said with a reassuring smile, and you couldn't believe he was so understanding. This made you feel a little better, but that didn't take away from the fact that your chest still felt like it was on fire, and you had some difficulty breathing. ''Are you ready?'' his manager asked, and you nodded yes, so the cameras started rolling. ''The first season of Loki has just premiered, how was the filming process?'' you started the interview, and he gladly told you all about how it was to work with everyone on set and the filming process as a whole. Hearing him talk did make you calm down a little, and you were happy you got to ask some questions without stumbling over your words.

You were about 7 questions in when you suddenly got a bad rush of anxiety, you had some difficulty breathing, and you stumbled upon your words. ''Are you okay, Y/N? Do we need to take a break?'' Tom asked worried, and he stopped the interview to make sure you were okay. ''Hey, it's okay. You're okay. Breathe with me okay? He took a deep breath in through his nose and breathed out through his mouth. He repeated this a couple of times together with you, and after about 10 breaths your heart rate slowed down, and you didn't feel like you were unable to breathe anymore. The tears that threatened to fall down your face also went away, and you could compose yourself a little. ''Here, we have some water for you, take it easy and we can continue when you're ready,'' his manager said, Tom was still by your side rubbing your back soothingly.

''How are you doing now? Feeling a little better?'' he asked and you nodded. ''I'm so sorry, I tried to keep it under control, but my anxiety got the best of me. I feel horrible I had to stop the interview...'' you said with a soft voice, your sadness strongly intertwined in your voice. ''It happens to the best of us, I completely understand and it is nothing to be ashamed of. I used to have them all the time when growing up, and I know how horrible they can be. But you're going to be fine, and whenever you're ready we can continue,'' he said. You just needed a few more minutes before continuing, and the rest of the interview went by smoothly.

''Thank you so much, for your kindness and understanding. Again, I'm really sorry that it happened, but it was really nice of you to help me,'' you said to Tom, but he didn't want to hear any of it. ''Hey, like I said, it's no problem at all, it happens to the best of us. I was happy to help you feel better, I hate seeing people in distress like that,'' he said and he gave you another reassuring smile. ''Thank you, for everything,'' you said, and you extended your hand out to him as thanks, but instead, he gave you a hug. ''It was my pleasure, and I know you will be great at interviews. I can't wait to be interviewed by you again,'' he said.

When you pulled back you had a huge smile on your face. ''Oh, I'm sorry but I hope I won't overstep, but would it be possible to get your signature or maybe a selfie? I've been a fan of your work for a while now, it's okay if you say no though!'' you ask shyly and Tom is more than happy to agree. The two of you take a selfie together, and he signs the case of your laptop before walking out of the room and waving goodbye. When you go home you are all giddy and can't stop thinking about the fact that he was so extremely thoughtful and helpful. And best of all, you got a selfie with him, and it would be the wallpaper on your phone for a really long time.

[tathrin]

3, 19 and 28 for the fic writer asks!

Questions taken from this ask game.

3. how you feel about your current WIP

Oh my stars I'm freaking obsessed with it, I love it so much. I have deliberately pushed everything else to the back-burner or further in order to keep focused on it, and I've never been able to (or interested in) maintaining that level of focus for so long before.

It's extremely difficult (and genuinely exhausting) to write in a lot of ways, in part because it requires a very specific Tone that can be hard to maintain, but mostly because even I've never tried to juggle THAT MANY details before, but it's also so damn much fun.

I have to constantly resist the urge to just post everything I have at once immediately because I so desperately want to share it all right away, but I know that with the amount of logistical STUFF going on in this story, I absolutely need to leave myself a buffer for adjusting things—so I can't. But it's very very tempting!

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Okay I honestly can't come up with one that sticks out particularly (I've been writing for a long time, you kind of get inured to the idea of looking-up weird stuff lol) but the results of said searches that amuse me the most are the time that google-ads started showing me nothing but ads for a dragon-dildos website as a result of whatever I had been researching at the time for like three weeks...

Said research, btw? might have involved googling dragons once or twice, but definitely have nothing to do with sex toys. Or sex at all, actually. So that was quite the leap to make.

Also, I learned that there was at least one website that specialized EXCLUSIVELY in dragon-themed dildos (which in the early 2000s was more surprising than it would be today, tbf).

28. your least favorite part of the writing process

Hmm honestly probably coming up with the titles tbh! It's sooooo hard, because you can't just slap any title on a story, right? It has to FEEL RIGHT. Sometimes (on extremely rare occasion) a perfect title or chapter title will just pop into my head—but more often than not, this part of the writing-process involves grumbling around for a long time trying to scrape something half-decent out of the ether.

Also waiting to see what people think of the results but that's more a part of the post-writing process shh.

Thank you for asking! Those were very fun choices.

[highlordofkrypton]

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

Thank you @achaotichuman for the tag!! I LOVE THESE GAMES!! Tagging @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @anartisicandautisticstararcher @positivelyruined @praetorqueenreyna @goforth-ladymidnight

How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I only ever started writing fanfiction last October, if we're talking official standalone stories from start to finish. Otherwise, I started writing on Neopets forums under 'roleplaying'. I was curious and it seemed really fun!

How many fandoms have you written in?

Again, official 'fanfiction' that I've written on my own and posted, technically it's only DC Comics and ACOTAR. If we're looking at my docs & roleplaying history, we would have to add Harry Potter, Pacific Rim, Pokemon, Attack on Titan, Marvel, Jujutsu Kaisen, Witcher, Tokyo Ghoul, Vampire Hunter D, etc.

How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Eight months, officially. Writing overall, 20 years.

Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I write more fanfiction than I read. I struggle a lot with imposter syndrome and if I read things in my favourite fandom, I always feel like I can't possibly add to the beautiful stories that already exist. I need to be in a specific headspace to read, especially stories that are similar in content. I do love reading when I'm in a good mindset, though. Especially when I'm writing, I avoid reading so not to get influenced.

What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Write with better writers than myself, or writers who have vastly different styles. My writing partner has such a solid vocabulary and strong characterization whereas I'm more of a world-builder and lore-weaver. I've learned so much from her and she's pushed me to be better so she can have something equally as beautiful to read. I also started using beta readers, and that's been super helpful to learn more about my writing through the eyes of another.

Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Overthinking and letting outside worries influence my writing. My best writing happens when I shut the world out, but I often overthink what my possible audience might say, or react negatively too. I'm currently blocked with several fics because I've posted them before I was done, and I'm afraid of disappointing my readers with every new update...

What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

So much medical research. My god, my characters get hurt way too much.

What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love it when readers highlight their favourite parts, lines or characters from my work. I really want to discuss and be excited with readers, but I'm honestly happy with any and all comments!

What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Crackships, crackships, crackships! Also, probably way too many AUs.

What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Action scenes for sure, as well as smut. I've wanted to write long pure smut stories, but I just can't do it! I feel like as a writer, I get so caught up in the details that I can't feel my way through the story like I usually do.

What is the easiest type?

Short pieces that focus on emotion.

Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Right now, I have most of my work on GDocs, but I am actively writing/transitioning to @ellipsus-writes. I freaking love this platform and I can't wait to see how the features grow and evolve.

What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

More Batman stuff, for sure. I'm also currently too intimidated to finish anything right now.

What made you choose your username?

I usually go with a silly username especially on gaming platforms, but I wanted to go more straightforward this time. My name is Mathi and I write lmao.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1070: Sunny Playdate (Sonic)

12:23 p.m. at Smash Park......

Cheese: Chao Chao Chaochao!~

Cheese starts giggling as he begins to fly around and play a game of tag in mid-air along with Cream, Charny, and their new friend, Sage Robotnik, all while their fathers, Vector and Dr. Eggman, watching them from a bit of distance while sitting next to each other on a bench..

Vector: Try not to go too careless on that air tag of yours, kids! You especially, Charmy!

Charmy: (From the Distance) Whaddya mean "Me, especially"!? I'm ALWAYS super careful!

Vector: Uh-huh....Cream, make sure your brother doesn't try and do anything stupid.

Cream: (From the Distance) You can count on me, daddy!~

Charmy: (Groans in the Distance)

Eggman: Sage dear, try not to fly too fast while you're in the air or you'll might crash and bump your head onto a nearby tree.

Sage: (From the Distance) Yes, father!

Eggman: ('Sigh') Kids these days....Always finding ways to entertain themselves no matter how hectic it'll eventually get.

Vector: You said it. The only entertainments I had growing up were nerding out to scfi flims and messing around with my old turntables. (Smiles Fondly) Now those were good ole days.....

Eggman: Well, my source of source entertainment involves scientific research and inviting one of the finest creations imaginable....at the time. Most of the stuff I made are average at best and would probably blow up on you if i were to ever show them to you in person, but I still took pride in making them nonetheless.

Vector: (Starts Snickering a Bit) Was one of them a modeled volcano?

Eggman: ('Scoffs') Please. I would never go out of my way to make something so generic and boring. A mechanical, walking volcano with built-in plasma lasers, now THAT'S something worth inventing! (Starts Pouting) Still don't know why they gave it failing grade, it was near flawless I tell you!

Vector: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) Can't imagine why either....Anyways, how's life being a father's been treating you these days?

Eggman: Pretty solid so far. Had a few hurdles here and there, but none of them are anything too disastrous, thank merciful god. Though, I would be lying if I say that this new experience hasn't intimidated in any way....

Vector: Hey man I get it. Parenting can be a real challenge if you don't know what you're doing half the time.

Eggman: Easy for you to say. You seem to raise your offsprings a whole lot better than I could.

Vector: That's because I've been watching over Espio and Charmy wayyyy before Vanilla came into the picture. Having Baby Carrot and Cheese added into the mix doesn't really make the ordeal any less difficult in all honesty.

Eggman: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Baby Carrot?

Vector: It's a nickname I came up for Cream recently. (Smiles Brightly) She giggles every time I called her that, it's freaking adorable!~

Eggman: I see.....You think I should try giving Sage a nickname of her own then?

Vector: If you have the time and patience to brainstorm some ideas, then go for it. Just try not to come up with something too complicated, yeah?

Eggman: I try. But anyways, back on the topic of parenting: how challenging does it get exactly?

Vector: Well, from I heard, the kids would start going through a lot of different stages in their lives and there miiight be a slim chance that they'll get in their rebellious phase for awhile now. Hating your guts, disrespecting you, getting themselves into numerous of trouble, and the list goes on from there really.

Eggman: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Oh God, forget challenging. That's sounds like a stress-inducing nightmare!

Vector: Yeah, I'm hoping that would never happen to any of my kids either, but if it ever does come to tuition, the best we can do is to be there for them whenever it's needed, put our foot down if they start getting out of line, and help prepare them for the real world the more they grow up, which that, in it if itself, is also scary to think about, but.....(Shrugs) That's life for ya, you know?

Eggman: So just like that, huh?

Vector: Pretty much, yeah. There's no telling what the future will have in store for us and worrying about isn't going to do you any good in the long run. So for now, I say you keep doing what you been doing and let life run it's course from here. Your little girl loves you enough already, so that's something to be happy about right?

Eggman looks back at his daughter flying around with more of her newly made friends. The pure, innocent smile on her face alone was enough for the doctor's heart to melt in fondness knowing that she's taking a liking to her new life in the real world pretty well so far.

Eggman: Yeah, it is. This is still new to me, but.....(Turbs to Vector With a Determined Look on his Face) I'll keep doing my best to be the father that girl needs right now, it's the least I can do after everything I put her through in the past.

Vector: (Smiles Brightly) Good on ya, doc. You're gonna do just fine out there.

Eggman: (Simply Nodded at Vector) Thank you. You're a good man, Vector.

Vector: And you ain't half bad yourself for an evil nut job.

Eggman: (Immediately Glares at Vector) Excuse you? I'll have you know that I am FAR being a nut case scientist!

Vector: Dude, you tried to blow up the moon once, kidnapped a bunch of small animals to make them.your robot slaves, and tried taking over the world numerous of times. If that's not your definition of crazy, then I don't know what is that this point.

Eggman: Yeah, well.....(Points at Vector) You're to married to mad woman!

Vector: (Starts Snickering) What? Are you scared of my wife or something?

Eggman: N-No! (Immediately Turns Away, Crossing his Arms Together) Of course not, that's obviously preposterous! How could I, the great Dr. Ivo Robotnik, be scared of some simple housewife?

Vector: I wouldn't be too sure on that one there, doc. Vanilla's a lot more Intimidating than you think.

Eggman: Oh please. I kidnapped her once, didn't I? I can do it again anytime I want with NOTHING standing in my way!

??????: My oh my~

Eggman's eyes starts to widened in fear as he slowly turns around to see Vanilla looking down on him with a very menacing smile on her face.

Vanilla: I sure hope you boys aren't talking about me behind my back~ Right, Doctor? (Slowly Cracks Both of her Knuckles)

Eggman: (Too Shaken to Say Anything) Eh-Eh-Ehh...

Vector: (Chuckles Lightly) Nah. We were just talking about parenthood and junk.

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly) Oooh that sounds lovely~ Mind if I join in on the conversation?

Vector: (Pats his Lap Woth Grin onhis Face) Sure thing, hun!~

Vanilla happily squeals and claps her hands as walks by, purposely steps on one of Eggman's toes with her heals and sits down on her husband r's lap, hugging him in the process.

Eggman: (Quickly Pulls his Feet Up as He Groans in Annoyance) Note to self: Never get married.

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[enoiocean]

sneak peak of my story “ Gin Clark ”

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fuck Impulsive decisions.

if Yuri Rodgers knew she’d be crying in her 800$ dress in a random bathroom of a glorious penthouse two days ago she would’ve spent a little more money to make this moment even more glorious than it is. Maybe she would’ve tried something new. A new hair color or a bolder dress, something that made her boobs pop even more than they already are.

Anything to make him feel like shit for dumping her, But in the heat of the moment Yuri decided that kissing the first person she saw in front of her while he was watching would do something.

“ look at yourself. ” She said staring at her reflection, Her mascara running a little and her lip gloss smudging. As much as she talked so highly of herself you’d think she’d be able to- quote on quote “ forget that nigga ” but she couldn’t, he was running through her mind more than the thoughts of herself were.

Yuri leaned onto the marble counter, her purse slightly open from her digging in to find her compact. She couldn’t believe her mind came to that conclusion to kiss the man standing next to her, The brother of her best friend. The owner of this place, The richest man she’s ever been in the presence of. Yuri knew something was coming, He’s probably coming to escort her out? right.

“ You’re done a lot of shit Yuri but this..this takes the cake-"

before she could finish cursing herself out the bathroom door creaked open, She knew it was Alana coming to ask her what just happened twenty minutes ago so she didn’t bother looking up, she was just ready for her rant.

"Hey."

The voice, deep and even, came from behind Yuri, but she didn't need to turn to know that voice that it was Gin’s.

Shit.

Yuri twisted her neck and looked up. And up. And up. And a bit more up. She was not a short woman, but he was just big man, he’s a all star basketball player, Ginesis Clark to be exact. "Oh. Um, hey."

"Is everything okay?" He said it looking into her eyes, in a low, intimate tone. Like they were alone. Like the door wasn’t open and anyone walking by could stop and listen. He said it in a way that should have made Yuri uncomfortable but didn't. For some inexplicable reason his presence in the room soothed her, even though until a second ago she had been freaking out. Perhaps two different types of unease neutralized each other? It sounded like a fascinating research topic. Worth pursu-ing. Maybe Yuri should abandon biology and switch to psychology. Maybe she should excuse herself and go run a literature search.

Maybe she should expire on the spot to avoid facing this crapfest of a situation she'd put herself in.

"Oh, sorry. I thought . " Poorly. She though poorly, was her habit and curse.

"Are you okay?" He must be really tall. His voice sounded like it came from ten feet above her.

"Sure. Why do you ask?"

“ Because you are crying. In my bathroom." He finally moved but only slightly, he put his hands in his suit pockets. Yuri rarely saw Gin in a suit, maybe when he went to prom a couple of years ago. So this means this was a big night for him. Of course this was a big night for him, it was a celebration for him signing a $30 million deal with the New Jersey Nets. Everyone was here for him and Yuri somehow made it about her.

"Oh, I'm not crying. Well, I sort of am, but it's just tears, you know?" She sniffed while dabbing away at her under eye.

Gin gave a stiff look "I do not."

She sighed, leaning against the counter . "It's my contacts. They expired some time ago, and they were never that great to begin with. They messed up my eyes. I've taken them off, but ..." She shrugged. Hopefully in his direction. "It takes a while, before they get better."

"You put in expired contacts?" He sounded personally offended.

"Just a little expired." she shrugged.

"What's 'a little'?" Gin raised a brow and Yuri tried to not feel intimidated.

"I don't know. A few years?" She responded in a nonchalant tone while grabbing her purse and some of the items from it off the counter.

"What?" His consonants were sharp and precise. Crisp. Pleasant. you could hear the richness of his new york accent.

"Only just a couple, I think." Yuri continued with her terrible lie hoping this would be the only topic of conversation.

"Just a couple of years? You do all this shopping and you can’t get contacts?" He asked still kind of shocked.

"It's okay. Expiration dates are for the weak. Don’t worry. ” she joked slightly, Gin let out a small laugh;

A sharp sound some kind of snort. "Not worrying is so I don't find you weeping in the corner of my bathroom."

"It's fine." She waved a hand. she'd have rolled her eyes, if they hadn't been on fire. from the mascara.

"The burning usually lasts only a few minutes."She waved her hands in front of her eyes while looking up, Gin watched her with squinted eyes. Yuri didn’t not have this exact moment on her bingo card for this year.

"You mean you've done this before?" He spoke up and her eyes dropped to him.

She frowned. "Done what?"

"Put in expired contacts?" He asked while moving toward the cabinet not to far from her , Yuri watched him every move. He opened it slightly, searching for something inside.

"Of course. Contacts are not cheap." She answered with a slight chuckle to lighten the awkwardness.

"Neither are eyes." Gin responded while pulling out a pack of wipes. He handed them to her and Yuri viewed the wipes. They looked very similar to the ones sitting at home on her vanity.

Theses are makeup wipes.

Yuri mentally slapped herself for being so careless. she kissed a man with a girlfriend.

“ Thank you.” She slightly said as she opened them and turned towards the mirror, Embarrassed to even look at him.

There was a quietness, She wiped away the remaining makeup from her cheeks and eyes. Her eyes glanced back seeing him staring at her.

Yuri sighed "I just needed him to believe that I was on a date."

He nodded with a small hum. "So you kissed the first person you saw in the hallway. Perfectly logical."

Yuri winced. "When you put it like that, maybe it wasn't my best moment."

"maybe.”

"But it wasn't my worst, either! I'm pretty sure Brandon saw us. Now he’ll think that we have something going on and hopefully he’ll be upset—" Yuri shook her head. "Listen. I'm so, so sorry about the kiss."

"Are you really?" Gin crossed his arms moving closer to her, She was doing so much rambling she didn’t realize her personal bubble was getting invaded.

"Please, don't say anything bad to Alana. I promise I didn't mean to, Me and..”

shit Maybe it was the late night. Maybe it was that shot of vodka. Hell, Maybe it was Ginesis Clark looking down at her like that. All of a sudden because Brandon’s name left her mind and that little crush she had on Gin in high school was creeping back in.

“ I can honestly say, you’ve made my night less boring.”

“ Boring? You’re not enjoying your party?”

“ now i am ”

[petalburg-pokemon-husbandry]

Hey um. I might have. Accidentally adopted (?) a shuppet (followed me home and would not leave me alone so I just... let it inside). I've done some basic research on them while the little fellow naps on my bed (so freaking cute), but I'm probably out of my depth here since I've never kept a ghost type before. Do you think you could maybe give ma a basic rundown on what you know about shuppet care? I know they feed on negative emotions, of which I have plenty, so I've got food (hopefully) covered, but is there anything else I should keep in mind if I decide to keep the little guy? Are they particularly prone to any specific health issues that I should look out for? What type of enrichment do they need (so far they seem to enjoy burrowing into my plushie pile and popping out at random)? Should I supplement their diet with tangible foods, and if so, what kinds? Any information you could provide would be greatly appreciated!

Okay so the number one thing to know is that one person's negative emotions is NOT enough to sustain a ghost-type pokemon's spiritual energy needs, and they do also need regular food.

Ghost-type food is pretty expensive but can be found at most pokemon supply stores, and they only need very little per day since they're mostly ethereal. Assuming you have a limited budget you're more than likely gonna have to take regular trips to a local funeral home or meat processing plant for spirit energy feedings while supplementing their physical diet needs with any **NON-VEGAN** food/scraps you have. (Vegan food doesn't have enough death associated with it to sustain them)

I've talked about this topic here, here, and here in the past if you're looking for more information. Good luck!

[chrysanthemumteapot11]

I just wanted to share a story really quick because it's been on my mind

A lot of my past writing has been about the stress of being a student, but when I was in one of my darkest places, there was a teacher that really stood out.

When I was a crazy, overachieving kiddo who wasn't great at self-care and crap, I had an English teacher who always set intermittent deadlines on writing pieces to fend off procrastination. She would (quite thoroughly) check our "working docs" for these intermittent deadlines on essay-like projects, and normally I would have a really easy time meeting these deadlines.

There was a research paper that really freaked me out though, because of multiple reasons. Number one: it was the end of the year project and I was an UNBEARABLE perfectionist in English class. Number two: the paper was due the day before an AP that was driving me insane. Number three: I was sleep-deprived, overworked, and just not feeling super creative with my writing, which was really sad because I was super interested in this research topic. Anyway, one of the intermittent deadlines was basically for the majority of this paper to be completely drafted and ready for peer editing by blah blah blah date, and I was NOT ready. Like, not even close to ready. And I definitely wasn't feeling like I could make this very daunting, very massive deadline by the time my English teacher would see my working doc and realize, "hey this kid isn't doing her work in a timely fashion."

So, since I was internally screaming about my situation at the time, I went up to my teacher after class and said, "I don't think I can make the deadline for this chunk of the paper to be done. I'll try as hard as I can, but if possible, can I get another day to work on it?" I was not met with condescending comments or a downwards glance. Instead, my teacher told me, word for word, "That's completely fine. These deadlines are not for you to flip out about, they're to keep you from procrastinating on your project, so just take your time. For the draft itself, it could be the shittiest draft ever created, but that's what peer editing is for. Don't freak out - you're fine."

I cannot describe in words how relieved I was that day. I was expecting something like, "no, you had enough time to work on this" or "I'm pretty sure you can get this done by blah blah blah date." Instead, I got the support of a teacher who knew next to nothing about my situation and who completely understood everything I needed at the time. Better yet, she believed in me, or at least believed the fact that I would try to get the draft done in time. Her words motivated me. I ended up getting the draft done by the deadline and, when completely edited, typed out, and turned in, I got one of the highest grades I ever received in her class. It's one of my proudest works to this day, and despite all the writing errors I made and the incessant rambling in my paper, it's currently framed like a painting in my heart.

I keep that English teacher in my mind to this day, because for every terrible teacher I write about, I remember that there's always a few more who are there to support their students each time they walk into the classroom. As someone who was getting less than 5 hours of sleep per night as a high school student, I can confidently say this: with negative words, there's always two possibilities - a student may find the will to persevere through winds of harsh words or they'll crash under the pressure. With positive words, there's only one way to go: up.

[the-music-keeper]

The first proper summer to-do list.

Okay, so here's the thing about summer to-do lists. I have my summer class, of course, but I have some other projects that I want to work on, too. I need to start thinking about applications for doctoral studies and my thesis. Also, it would be fantastic if I could add another publication to my CV before applying to doctoral programs, so I want to revise one of my Schumann analyses and submit that as an article. So I've broken each project up into chunks, which I hope will make it easier for me to make some headway on each one. That way when fall comes around, I won't be running around like a chicken with my head cut off worrying about getting my application packets together and figuring out what I'm going to write my thesis on and all that craziness.

Well, let's be real, I'm still going to be freaking out. But maybe I can make things a little bit less stressful for myself. One can hope.

Classical History

1. Rice reading. (My main textbook.)

2. Strunk reading. (I was right. Galeazzi was an Italian.)

3. Weiss and Taruskin reading. (This writer really thinks Haydn is the bees' knees.)

4. Hepokoski and Darcy reading. (On their version of sonata theory.)

5. Rosen reading. (A reading from a book that I borrowed from my favorite professor at JMU! If you recall, I happened to give myself a panic attack when I misplaced it in the Forbes Center overnight.)

6. Prepare to answer the discussion question. (Here's the question: what is sonata form, what are the challenges in studying sonata form, and which of the readings best address the challenges?)

7. Listening and score study. (Not gonna lie, I actually forgot about this for a while.)

8. Pick a paper topic. (Well, that didn't go the direction I expected. But I'm not mad about it!)

a. Skim the textbook for interesting topics.(And by interesting, I mean Spanish.)

b. Do some more reading on the interesting topics. (To find possible problems -- and whether I have the materials with which to answer the problems.)

Piano Practice

9. Some musical theatre rep. (I had somebody reach out to me about rehearsing with their daughter over the weekend. Surprise!)

Adulting

10. Send in work availability. (At least that's done.)

11. Grocery order. (I can probably wait until the weekend.)

12. Do laundry. (All clean!)

13. Keep job hunting. (Two interviews and no bites.)

Applications for Doctoral Studies

14. Look for potential advisors' recent research. (I want to set up Zoom calls with potential advisors, so before I contact them I want to get a sense of what they've been working on so I can get a sense of how our research interests fit. This will help me tailor my statements of purpose, too.)

Article Project

15. Check out articles with similar topics to mine in the journal my advisor suggested. (I want to look at the structures and overarching problems in these so I can get a sense of what the journal finds important and/or effective.)

16. Look at submission guidelines. (I know I need to beef up my paper, but I'm not sure by how much.)

Thesis Planning

17. Acquire some recommendations. (I had lunch with one of our colloquium speakers, and she offered some books she thought would be helpful to me.)

I have one scheduled shift this week (y'all can see why I'm looking for a new job, haha), so as long as I can keep myself off my butt I should be just fine.

[infiniteglitterfall]

Okay, EVERYONE, listen.

This feels like roughly the one hundredth time that I've seen someone on this earth complain about the antisemitism on Wikipedia. And I need us all to understand just one thing:

WE ARE WIKIPEDIA!!!!!!!!

Every single one of us has just as much power to edit that freaking page and put in the information from the Holocaust Encyclopedia as whoever fucked it up did.

You don't even need to make a Wikipedia account.

(But it's easier to keep track of what you change, and discuss changes with people, if you do.)

You can add anything you can back up with a citation.

(You can, in fact, also add things you CAN'T back up with a citation. As I'm sure we've all noticed. And I might as well point out here that you can ALSO add things you can't back up, and put in citations that DO NOT BACK UP WHAT YOU SAID.

You shouldn't. And hopefully, people like me will notice and change it. But you CAN.

My point here is actually that when you're doing research about something important and complicated, you should always click through to see what the source cited really says.

Because frequently, someone will be wrong about either what they're writing, or whether their source backs it up. This happens in academic papers too. Critical thinking is hard.)

You write whatever you want. You type the period. Then you type in your citation.

Under the cut, I'll show you how. It's really easy. Or you can use Wikipedia's guide!

It even lets you preview your changes before you finish, so you know if you're making a mess.

And there's a place where you can briefly explain why you're editing it. Like "adding details about Nazi connections," or "correcting punctuation."

And yes. Not all of us can edit every article on Wikipedia; "controversial" topics are frequently locked so that only "extended-confirmed" editors can change them. (Which just means "people who are logged in and have made at least 500 edits.")

But you can join in the discussions on those articles.

And on Wikipedia, "they're too Zionist!" is not an acceptable argument.

Sometimes people "watch" an article to get notified when it changes. (You can do this too!)

Sometimes they do that so they can revert the exact kind of change you're there to make.

But they have to put in a reason for reverting it. Which means you can also change it back, argue them out of it, or make changes to make it work. (example under the cut!)

The way you add a citation/reference looks like html gibberish salad. But it basically goes:

put in a tag that says "ref," so it automatically gets added to the list of references cited at the bottom of the Wikipedia page;

put in "cite" and what you're citing, like a book, a video, a website, a journal. Getting the type right doesn't really seem to be a big deal. In this case, you want to put "web."

And then there are a fuckton of different things you can add, which get separated by pipes. Pipes are that long vertical line that's probably above your enter key: |

You need the URL. That's... kind of all you need.

pro tip: going back in to add more details to the citation later counts as more edits!

Even though you only NEEEEED the URL, it's really good to add other details like the title of the page (if there is one), the publisher (Holocaust Encyclopedia), the day you looked at it (because websites can change over time), and it's especially nice to go dig up an archived version of the site and the date of the archive. Because links break.

oh yeah and my favorite thing to add: a quote from your source, so that people don't have to click through to verify what it says! this can be a great way to add more information that seems too long for the Wikipedia article.

So, broken up with lots of space for easier reading, it looks like this. We'll pretend we're doing one on Heinrich Himmler, because I have no idea who anon was looking at:

<ref> {{cite web | url = https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/heinrich-himmler | access-date = November 19, 2024}} </ref>

That's a very short "I just found this url, today" version. Here's a more thorough citation:

<ref>{{cite web | url = https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/heinrich-himmler | access-date = November 19, 2024 | publisher = Holocaust Encyclopedia | title = Heinrich Himmler | archive-url = https://web.archive.org/web/20241008214021/https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/heinrich-himmler | archive-date = October 8, 2024 | quote = As Reichsführer SS, Himmler received authority directly from Hitler to carry out ideological policies that the laws of the state might not permit. This ideologically rooted “Führer authority” enabled authorization of indefinite incarceration and mass murder.}}</ref>

I bet someone out there even knows of a website where you can paste in the url you're citing, and get all that code automatically generated for you.

Oh - here's my example of getting into a silly debate about something that should be cut and dried, and changing shit to make it work!

I came across the page for GUPS, the General Union of Palestinian Students. It made the ludicrous statement that the group OFFICIALLY started in the 1950s, but had been around since the 1920s.

I was like: ok, there's no place that says this other than their cited source, a now-gone website for the San Francisco State University chapter of GUPS. There were no universities in Palestine in the 1920s. This is clearly not true.

I took that part out. Someone REVERTED IT, and told me that all I'd proven was that it wasn't logical, not that the citation was wrong!

We argued back and forth a bit. I ended up finding a fuckton of Arabic-language sources with more information, and showing that none of them talked about it starting in the 1920s. This person said, "no, that source says it started in the 1950s, and evolved from this other group that started in the same Egyptian university, which had started in the 1920s! It never said that it had started in PALESTINE in the '20s!"

I haven't even dealt with that one yet lmao. Normally, I would probably just demand a source that showed the original group had started in the 1920s, and then maybe change it to like "it evolved from this other non-palestinian student group that started in 192X."

But the thing is... while I was doing all this digging, I found soooo much information about how GUPS was connected to the PLO. How it had become a part of the PLO when the PLO was an active terrorist organization. All kinds of crap.

And you can fucking bet that all of it is going into the article.

This thing is going to end up being a detailed piece about every terrible thing GUPS and the PLO have ever done.

It's going to be beautiful. And nobody will ever be able to argue that any of it is incorrect. It will go from "this is a normal club that goes sooo far back, it's considered the first Palestinian group ever" to "this is a normal terrorist club that was rooted in the movement to terrorize Jews, like in the 30s when X happened, like in the late 30s when Y happened, like this series of PLO massacres in this decade, like--"

went to wikipedia to fact check somethings about a guy from ww2 era history and it had been edited beyond belief to erase this person's connections with nazi germany. the second google result is the holocaust encyclopedia page all about his horrible crimes in the nazi regime. but on wikipeida, his description is vague and mild and barely mentions it. it's so worrying. I hate it. what happens when gen z only reads wikipedia pages and denounces any sources that are "too zionist" like a holocaust museum's encyclopedia? thank g-d for jewish historians, what would we do without them, but i'm so so scared that our history is going to be rewritten because no one will listen to us on our own history.

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[nezumi-writes]

Octanivelle Trio with an anxious S/O

In these headcannons the s/o has clinical anxiety and honestly this is just me projecting but if other people end up like them and relating to them then why not :)

Azul

As soon as he finds out that you have anxiety he gather every shred of advice and research he can find on the topic

He also sits you down to ask you what personally helps you and would make you more comfortable

Azul learns how to tell when you're feeling anxious and on the verge of an anxiety attack

He'll immediately remove you from the situation without anyone thinking anything is wrong, he doesn't want to embarrass you after all

Will find somewhere private and peaceful for you two to sit down

If the attack is so bad you're crying he will wipe your tears away before asking you about your soroundings

"What do you feel? What do you smell? What do you hear?"

Once you've calmed down a little he'll hold you quietly until you feel ready to continue the day

Or will walk you back to Ramshackle if you're feeling too drained

Will even push back his work day and have Jade and Floyd fill in where they can and stay with you

Azul hates that you get so overwhelmed and wants to do anything he can to help you

Jade

Jade has made it a point to know at least a little bit about everything

So he had some previous knowledge on your condition before he had to find out the hard way

Early into your relationship he had stumbled upon you curled up and crying in an empty hallway

He immediately feared the worst but didn't let it show as he gently approached you

"Darling," he had called, kneeling to where you sat, "what's the matter?"

He apologized when he saw how he had scared you more than you already were

He rubbed your back patiently as he waited for you to calm down, unsure of what to do for the first time in his life

Once you did calm down you explained to him that you had had a panic attack

He never wants to feel as if he can't help you again so he'll do major research on how to help you

Will drop everything if someone tells him that you're having a hard time or suddenly started freaking out

Wraps you in a tight hug when you're crying and hyperventilating

Is amazing at telling what you need at the time

Floyd

At first Floyd is terrible at handling your panic attacks

When you freak out he freaks out

But eventually with some help from Azul and Jade he learns some techniques to help you through

He even sits you down to ask you how he can help

His first reaction is still to eliminate whatever is causing you so much stress

But after the first couple times you explain to him that it's not always a particular thing stressing you out, it's just how your brain works

Hates seeing you cry more then anything, it breaks his heart

"Ah, Shrimpy-chan don't cry now, I'm here"

His hugs are the best when you're panicking

He will wrap himself around you and gently rock to and fro as you calm down

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I'm sorry if these were a little ooc, it's my first time writing for any twst characters, but I hope you liked these small headcannons!

[mommyymunson]

The Freak’s Superhero//Chapter Two: Batter up! (An Eddie Munson Fanfic)

Chapter 1! - https://mommyymunson.tumblr.com/post/690691192770510848/the-freaks-superherochapter-one-escaping-his

I was always meant to be Papa's ultimate weapon. The most gifted, the most powerful, the one with the most tricks up her sleeve. That's why he kept me the most secret, he could do whatever he needed in order to make his task come true. Using torture as training to be able to do anything that was related to the human psyche. Countless sleepless nights in the padded room, numerous shocks with his 'special collar'; all in the name of research. But I think I'd rather be there than here at the current moment.

As much as I had hoped and prayed for the questions to stop, God seemed to find my annoyance a comedy show as the three children kept 'em coming. After a half an hour of Dustin's inquiries, the other two children joined in. If the intense pain radiating in my entire body wasn't gonna drive me insane, these three children definitely were going to. No matter how silent I stayed, they just never stopped, I think it even encouraged them to keep going.

"Have you ever..-" Dustin continued before I finally let out the agitated scream I've been holding in the last twenty minutes. My body contorted in a crazed sort of state, my head whipping to the air as my voice roared out in all its irritation. I had to let it out in anyway I could, All I craved was just a moment of silence but the incessant children weren't allowing that anytime soon. With my fingers grabbing and tugging at the scalp, my meltdown finally came to a close as I turned my attention to Dustin and the other children once again.

"I have different powers than Eleven, being more powerful is objective, I don't know why I look 'creepy', I've had Eggos maybe once, yes, no, I don't even know who that is, yes I can make myself fly sort of, no, no, yes Brennar is my father..-" all of the answers of the entire thirty-seven minute quiz show came flowing out of my mouth. Once I had finally answered the entirety of them, I gave the boy a knowing glance that meant, 'please for the love of all that is holy, shut UP.' Although at this point, I think he took it as a challenge.

"You didn't answer my question of, 'does it hurt your eyes when they go black like they did.'"

In the moment, I thought scaring him off was gonna be my best bet. Gripping the fabric latched onto his shoulder, my eyes searched the endless corners of his brain. Once I had gotten to the section dedicated to visual intake, I warped his optical perception of how I looked. Morphing my facial features into a thing of horror. Long scragglier looking hair, eyes completely melted in black, my skin as pale as snow, teeth as pointy as pitchforks; this would surely do the trick. He would be the only one who could see me like this because, even though he thinks its reality, I'm only changing how he can see me. When his face pulled into a goofy smile and he used his free arm to check out my imaginative face, I knew my plan had failed.

"Woah how did you do that? That's so cool! You look kinda like Linda Blair." he continued exploring my crazed features in fascination. All I could do was pull the veil from over his eyes and stare at him in disbelief. Weren't kids supposed to get scared at that kind of stuff? Shaking the thought out of my head, I just continued walking and of course, they resumed with me.

"What are you talking about Dustin? She didn't look any different to me." Lucas spoke.

"You mean you guys couldn't see it? She looked like a demon straight out of a horror movie. Hey Zero, How did you do that?" Dustin pulling up to my left, staring up at me like a lost puppy.

"I just changed your view on how I looked, it only worked on you because I was only channeling you to see it." I huffed out, still hoping the questions would end. They exclaimed to one another how cool that was and how the two others wanted to see as well, but soon the topic grew old as soon as it emerged.

"So what kind of powers do you have then?" Max asked her now twelve question as we continued our journey over the twigs and aging leaves.

I ran my palm over the entirety of my sweat stain face and sighed, "The power to sew all your mouths shut if you don't quit it."

"Wait..like actually?" Lucas asked, almost pausing his movement through the many trees around us.

"If I really try hard enough, maybe." I shot him a mischievous grin that oozed in phoney wickedness.

Sensing this was never going to end, I mentally pushed their bodies far in front of me with the wave of my hand. They all let out small gasps as they each felt the rush from their bodies going forward telepathically. Once I had them at enough distance away, I stopped them. They all quizzically turned their backs to me as I just pointed in front of us, signaling them to go. That seemed to, at last, do the trick for them as they all started to walk faster in front of me. The threat of being able to control their bodies at my whim seemed to give them enough clarity to leave me alone. Finally some damn peace and quiet. I gave myself a subtle victory fist through the air; although it wasn't elusive enough as I heard a chuckle come from right behind me.

"You could've easily gotten those rug-rats off your back ages ago but you didn't. Are they starting to grow on you, Miss. Zero?"

It was the handsome, tatted devil from before that had broken the brief seconds of silence. He started to match my pace so he could walk beside me, still having that sinful smirk from before sketched into his face.

"Definitely not, I just found their curiosity amusing at first but then I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. That was before I could even think them, mind you." His eyes bore into mine the entire time, almost like he was memorizing all of me. I hate to admit it, my ego taking a small bruising, but his unwavering stare made me become flustered. It was incredibly bizarre in fact, men never had any sort of affect on me. Well, besides one man.

Before I could feel the traumatizing thoughts start to form, his earthy laugh had grounded me back to reality. Back to our synchronized walk through the forest, our hands brushing against each other every so often.

"I don't know, sweetheart. I caught quite a few glimpses of a smile on your lips before," he was teasing me, I knew that but his confidence and charisma had me biting my bottom lip in embarrassment. He knew I was lying, "didn't seem like you were too bothered by them, to me."

His palm abruptly stuck out to me, giving me an expecting look, "I'm Eddie by the way, Eddie the banished if we're being fancy."

Lacing my fingers into his calloused fist, I gave it a small squeeze and a few shakes. "Zero, Zero the...Indestructible, if you'd like to refer to me as a DnD title," he gave a little wiggle of his eyebrows before releasing my hand, "And alright, I guess I did find them kind of cute; but it was only because I had basically watched them grow up the past few years....," his look of confusion urged me to continue,"When I was down there, in the upside down as they deem it, I was held captive for a very long time. Three years in fact. The only reason I knew how long it had been was because of them. I'm guessing you haven't known the boys that long considering I don't recognize you, but I was with them since the moment Mike met El, his girlfriend. It was 'Spiritually' of course, its a long story."

His gaze never strayed as he listened intently to what I had to say, finally that smile had left his face and was replaced with a look of understanding. I could tell that he was paying attention to every word I said as we stumbled over the bumps of grass and dirt.

"Well I might have to push back that reservation I have in thirty minutes, but I think I can squeeze you in. Continue on, tale teller."

The laugh that erupted out of me was small and meek, but it felt so good to feel something like laughter again. That damned grin come back again as soon as it had left, looking rather proud of himself for giving me a quick chuckle.

"God, I haven't laughed in years."

"Well you're in luck, I happen to be the funniest person you'll ever meet. So you'd better get used to it quickly, milady," he gave a quick bow to me as I smiled down at him, shaking my head," but sorry, you were saying?"

"Right right, so I'm unaware how familiar you are of El's powers, but basically she's able to locate anyone of her choosing with her mind. Almost like if she were with us right now, she could hear and see exactly what we're doing but not really be able to communicate with us. It's a handy tool for gathering information, and that's exactly what I did in my time down there. She was really the only person I could consider family, all the rest of them were dead or an absolute asshole, pardon my french."

He raised his hands as if to say, 'look at me, you think I'm gonna stop you? Swear all you like.' To which, I just rolled my eyes playfully at him and resumed.

"It was so incredibly lonely down there, so cold and every part of my body ached from being bound," I lifted up my weak arm to show him my battle scars; the large black and blue bruises completely covering my wrists,"I wanted, well more like needed them in there. They kept me grounded, sane. Whether they were just playing games at the arcade or fighting off whatever final boss the upside down threw at them; they gave me a reason to keep going. I had dreamed of the time when I'd finally meet them, If I could even meet them. How I would kick their asses in Dig-Dug, have them teach me how to play Dungeons and Dragons, or even protect them with every fiber of my being; I wanted to keep them safe and happy. Because they're the reason I'm here right now, talking to you. I would've been dead a long time ago without them, just giving up the will to live. I would protect them with my life, and that's exactly why I knew I had to help Max get out. I won't let them be a victim of him like he made me." He only listened, not interrupting just letting me tell the story. When I had finally paused to take a breath though was when he spoke up.

"Well you don't need them to teach you the basics of Dnd, I'm the best dungeon master around. I could definitely show you the ropes when we're done with this Vecna shit and I'm no longer a wanted man." he scratched at the back of his neck bashfully and looked into my eyes once again.

"Is that so? Hopefully that's not all you'll be showing me." my damned mouth was working in overdrive before my mind could keep up. Causing my eyes to explode with shock and my cheeks to heat up a hundred degrees hotter. I couldn't look at him directly after that, only trying to quick cover up my not-so subtle attempt at flirting.

"I m-mean..I'd like to learn the in depths to the game too, not just the basics, ya know? That's all that I meant, nothing else. Heh." my voice trembled as I ran with the best coverup I could give. His face twisted into a sly, teasing smile as he studied my outburst. Why in God's name did I just deliberately flirt with this man in a situation like this?! It must be from the lack of sleep and oxygen down there, yeah that's it. Thankfully before he could shoot back any sort of response to my stupidity, Dustin's sudden bolt through the woods pulled all off Eddie's attention. It seemed the kid Sherlock had found a clue.

"Dustin, Can you slow down? Dustin," he called after the boy but it was to no avail, both of us jogging to match his pace. Before Dustin could plunder himself into the calm waters of the lake, Eddie and I took one of his shoulders each and held him back from a damp conclusion,"Watch your step, big guy."

All of them seemed to be confounded by the large reservoir, not being able to believe that one of the gates could be in the very well known spot, "Lover's Lake." Although I knew they couldn't feel it, the uncomfortable energy from the opening to Hell instantly spiraled under my skin. Washing my entire body in uneasiness.

"There's a gate in Lover's lake?" Max spoke up, looking around us in almost disbelief.

"Whenever the demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening...maybe Vecna is the same way?" it was Nancy's turn to speak as she tried to figure out the reason. I nodded my head in agreement as I descended into the blissfully cool water, without so much as bothering to take even my shoes off.

"You'd be correct, detective. He can only make a portal once his victim takes their last breath, unlike me. I'm able to open the barrier whenever I need to, considering how much practice I've had at it, it's become rather easy. The only downfall is once I open one, I have a timer of roughly eight hours before I can open another. Takes too much out of me." The lake clung to every bit of dirt and grime that stuck to my body. I began to scrub as much as I could off and ducked my head fully under before Steve spoke up.

"You're seriously taking a bath, right now?"

"You go three years without one and let me know how disgusting the filth feels. From the looks of you, you wouldn't be able to survive a full twenty four hours without some hair spray." I threw his judgement right back at him as Dustin and Lucas snickered. Steve shot death glares down at them and just beckoned Eddie to follow him. Throwing the tarp off, a slightly wet boat was uncovered. I swam over in their direction as the two men pulled it into the water beside me, Robin using their heads to stable herself as she entered the wobbly vessel.

Dripping onto the dry land, I smoothed my hair back; already feeling much more refreshed but I still yearned for some soap. The frizzy haired man followed after Robin, then Nancy. I watched as Eddie's eyes suddenly turned towards me, observing me from head to toe. I looked down at myself to see that my off-white tank top and ripped black shorts had stuck to my skin. The color of my burgendy bra clearly showing through. He cleared his throat and noticed Dustin trying to wedge himself inside the boat beside his companions. His head got flicked back and Eddie just gave him a dumb look.

"You trying to sink us? This boat holds three people tops, okay." Dustin didn't seem to be having it though as Nancy spoke up next.

"It's better this way okay? You guys stay here with Max, keep an eye out."

"You keep an eye out!" Wheeler's face twisted in baffle as Dustin mimicked it, mockingly, "It's my goddamn theory!"

I couldn't help the small snort that erupted from my throat, quickly covering my face in embarrassment. I had to admit, the kid was starting to grow on me. They continued their bickering until Dustin finally caved, handing the small group his beloved compass, begrudgingly.  Nancy gave me a questioning look, silently asking what my next move was. The fear was starting to bubble over the brim, I could feel the energy from the gate lull me forward. My eyebrows furrowed in anxiety as my feet stumbled back rather ungracefully. She seemed to get the message as she signaled Steve to push the boat forward, jumping into the 'max of three' boat afterwards.

"You said three!" dustin's distain for the lying four quite evident as Steve just uttered a quick apology. He gave them a not so subtle middle finger as they slowly traveled through the rippling water. Why were they using the oars instead of the motor?

"Hey! Is the motor broken?" cupping around my mouth for maximum volume, Eddie glanced in my direction and gave a quick nod. This was gonna take forever. Tapping the bottoms of my shoes, I took a hesitant step onto the surface of the water. Concentrating all my energy into keeping myself from sinking. Once I felt the weight from my feet dissipate, I took another stride onto the water and just like that, I was walking on top of the Lake.

"What are you, Jesus?!" Eddie joked, watching in awe as I started closing the gab between me and the boat. All of them stared in my direction, not so much focusing on actually moving, just in my holy ability. They hadn't gotten far from shore so it didn't take long before I was right in front of them, wrapping my fingers into a tight fist and slamming it down onto the motor. As they all jumped back startled, the motor began roaring to life. Not really expecting a standing ovation, I gave them a royal bow and turned on my heel to head back to the children. Probably still too stunned to speak, they all stayed silent as they just took advantage of my gift and let the boat do all the work for them.

"When this is all over, you really gotta show us everything you can do." Lucas requested as my feet finally hit dry land again.

"And spoil all of my secrets? Absolutely not." I shot him a small smile as he just shook his head in disappointment. We all watched as they went on a steady, not too fast pace towards the gate and all I could do was feel the swell of regret. Why didn't I go with them? Nancy was nothing but kind to me and I must've let her down. Why did I have to be so scared all the time? He couldn't reach me here so what was there to be worried about?

"Wait, wait, wait, they're stopping. What are they stopping for?" Lucas announced, hitting Dustin lightly in the chest to get his attention.

"What's going on guys, talk to me come on." Dustin had a slight panic in his voice, but I couldn't blame him; all of us were on edge as we awaited an answer. Then Robin's voice blared through the walky.

"Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital 'ahhh'!"

We all anxiously waited as Lucas kept his eyes on the group, expecting something anything to happen. It wasn't until they started talking about Steve's chest hair that the air got less intense. Wait, why was Steve taking his shirt off? Oh God, don't tell me.

"When did Steve get so hairy?"

"Right? I keep telling him he needs to tame that jungle, but he claims the ladies dig it." Dustin pulled my attention away from the group, almost giving me another small chuckle in this extreme situation.

"Let me see." Max practically ripped the binoculars out of Lucas's grip and held them to her vision. The boy seemed ready to decline but also like he wanted to know if what Dustin said was true. When she started watching for a prolonged amount of time, the held in giggle came tumbling out of my lips. The two couldn't believe what Steve 'the hair' Harrington had said was correct. When the red head held the long distance goggles to me, I politely just shook my head and held my hand up.

"I'm not into a lot of hair, maybe a nice happy trail but not everywhere." She seemed to nod her head in understanding as Dustin and Lucas just gagged to my response. I ruffled their heads almost bullyingly as we continued watching the boat ahead os us. They seemed to cut the tension that was building in my muscles by half.

"You guys realize, if there's a gate down there, it's technically a water gate." Dustin looked expectantly at us, waiting a few seconds for some sort of reaction before he finally cracked and laughed himself. I didn't let him see the half smile that was adorning my face as the other two didn't even acknowledge him.

Suddenly there was twigs snapping and leaves crunching behind us, we all spun around in fear seeing several flashlights shine just above us. Ducking behind a fallen tree stump, we quickly found out it was the cops who were hot on our trail. Almost as if she knew now was the worst time, Robin's voice started blaring through the speakers, they had found the gate. Turning it off quickly, and knowing we couldn't let the police find Eddie and arrest him; Max told us to trust her as she started shouting. Gathering the attention of our intruders, we started following after the sprinting girl. But that was when I suddenly felt a pang of dread creep up my shoulders and over my neck. I stopped in my tracks and turned my attention to the lake again, the water was rippling unnaturally around them. I know something is wrong.

"Guys! Go on without me, I'll catch up!" Whisper-shouting to them, gathering my power once again and manipulating the cops vision like I did to Dustin before. Now, to them I was invisible and they could only see the three in front of me.

"Zero, what are you doing?!" Dustin worried, but I didn't have time to answer him as I started stumbling back to where we were before the chase.

I was right, there was now only Eddie left in the boat, shouting and freaking out by himself. If this were any other time, I'd probably burst into tears laughing at his meltdown but I knew exactly why he was. Robin, Steve, and Nancy were no longer there so that could only mean they went down to the gate. It was like my body moved on it's own, before's fear seemingly never existed. Taking one last adequate breathe before diving right into the water. I paddled my way through the ripples of water that seemed to wanna slow me down, but for once I was thankfully to Papa. Not only did he train my mind, he trained my body too. Like I said, I was his ultimate weapon. Going as far as hiring blacklisted assassins to train my body through the sweat and blood. Teaching me martial arts moves and making my body as flexible as it could be. The infinite hours of being beat senseless and forcing my muscles to memorize every move, every action they taught me. I was trained to become a stone cold assassin, to become artillery, to become something less than human.

The freezing liquid did nothing for my nerves, as I soon saw the door that lied at the bottom. Eddie's body being pulled into the tiny crack in the surface. He must've jumped in after I did. Seeing him only exhilarated me to go even faster, treading closer and closer until I finally reached the opening. They were right, it was extremely small for a gate. My confidence began dwindling as I knew I was gonna be in his territory as fast as I left it. Before I let it run down to zero though, I let my body get sucked through the small opening.

The gravity contorted and lunged my body into a stand as my eyes took in the sight before me. Steve was being choked and bitten by the bats on the floor as the other three were using the oars to beat them. Eddie was trying to confidently fight them off but I could tell he was as scared as the rest of them. The two women were tag teaming the remaining bats that clung to Steve; who was finally beginning to regain his composure. Well, I think they've had enough. Taking my middle finger and thumb into the edge of my mouth, my breathe whistled between the two; gathering the attacks and defenders attention.

"Having all the fun without me?"

The second the flying demons took notice of me, they all began scattering. Assuming they remembered their companions being fed forcefully to me by Henry. Scrambling, their wings took flight, attempting to scamper away. The four's movements stilled as I sauntered towards them. Letting the power that boiled in my soul explode in my fingertips. The bats that remained in trying to get a good meal, were soon exploding into a glob of flesh. The searing echoes of their screams reverberated in the empty space among us. Enjoying finally being able to use my powers once again, I held my fingers in the shape of a pistol and pinpointed each creature. One by one they erupted until the only ones that were left were the ones fleeing through the air.

"Hah, as if I'd let you get away."

Taking boulder-sized chunks of the ground beneath, I raised them into the air before slamming them back down as hard as I could. Creating small rocks that were just the perfect size. I let them hang in the air as I turned to Robin who just watched, starstruck.

"Can I borrow this? Thanks," I grabbed the wooden tool from her unmoving hands. Getting a feel for it's small amount of weight in my palms. I tapped the end of it onto the ground twice before raising it behind my back, "I'd suggest you guys duck, it's time for some baseball."

Everyone looked amongst themselves in utter confusion, until the sudden euphony dawned on them and their bodies dropped to the floor. They held their bodies protectively but still managed to watch the game I was about to present them. Perhaps it was a bit childish to do this,  but I haven't felt this kind of rush in such a long time, it was like a drug to me right now. It gave me such an onslaught of excitement that I couldn't help the huge grin that spread across my lips.

"They don't call me Babe Ruth for nothin' kiddos." And with that, I swung the makeshift baseball bat through the air and the pieces of gravel and semi-large rocks bolted. The speed they were going at, they were like bullets to the unsuspecting rats with wings that tried to leave. They were no match for my impeccable aim as the varying pieces of stone tore their small bodies in half. One by one, they dropped to the ground like flies. Not a single one left to bite the dust, the sky being completely clear now. It goes to show that I still haven't lost my  touch. I wiped the small droplets of sweat that began to form on my forehead and glanced at the group behind me. They were all wiping the dust off themselves, still looking like they just witnessed a thing of fiction. Not even a single applause for my homerun, huh?

"Who calls you Babe Ruth?" Robin slyly asked but I just chose to ignore her.

Finally, their astonishment began to dwindle. Steve spit out what looked to be the remnants of a bat's head, the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Nancy began freaking out for the wounded boy and rushed up to his aid.

"Jesus H Christ!" Eddie huffed, throwing the oar down in exasperation. Although the situation we were in, I chuckled at his sudden outburst. Even when he's being serious, he still had a flair for the dramatics.

"Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies? It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should get you to a doctor soon, because once the symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already dead." Robin ranted, panic setting in the more she spoke.

"Robin, I promise you, if they were gonna give anybody rabies; I would've gotten it a long time ago." I rolled my eyes at her fear, she couldn't be too afraid of our current predicament if she's talking about something as simple as a virus.

"You got bitten a lot down here?" Steve breathed out, he must've been feeling woozy from the pain in his lower abdomen.

"No I ate them."

The silence surrounding us was so thick, I could practically feel it hugging my body.

"You're joking right?" Robin choked out, seemingly not believing my statement.

"How else do you think I ate for three whole years? I was tortured for the entire time, why do you think he'd stop at Bat consumption?" I will probably always remember the dreadful, tangy taste of demon bat flesh that practically stung my tongue and throat going down. My non-descending stomach evident of my reluctance to eat the foul meal.

The echoes of screams in the air interrupted their judgement, more of the demobats on their way here. So, they called for their buddies huh? I stood in waiting, ready for the attack once again but the other four weren't up to the challenge apparently.

"We can't take that many of them by ourselves...the woods! Let's go!" Nancy announced, turning on her heel and booking it for the large standings of wood. The other three began following her, as I just watched them in contemplation.

"What are you talking about, I'm fine to keep go-..oh never mind." Not wanting to be left behind, I sprinted after them, only going at half my full speed. My unwillingness to flee not causing me to find the need to. It almost seemed like they forgot I just took down at least a hundred of those suckers two minutes prior. Maybe it was the anxiety for Steve's condition that made them want to make a break for it. I'm not sure, all I know is that if I don't get at least a single compliment about my badass baseball skills later, I'm gonna be real upset.