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bigskydreaming · 5 years ago

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I dont want to intrude on your convo with your friend but I've been reading all your posts about your changelings verse since you started making them. Is the Alicia you mentioned next to Boyd in the poart about the changeling market meant to be Boyd's little sister from TW? What's her change, if you don't mind telling??

LOL no worries, and you’re not intruding, I don’t mind comments or weighing in on any post I make ever, unless its specifically under a cut and I’m like ‘plz dont reblog Im gonna delete this in ten minutes anyway, IM JUST HAVING A MOMENT OKAY’ lolol.

So yeah, you’re fine, and if you follow me because of TW which you obvsly know well enough to recognize Alicia’s name, you probably know how much I love exploring minor or barely ever used characters, haha. Alicia Boyd is no exception and I have a ridiculous number of headcanons and places I’ve used her in various unposted WIPs considering that she made all of one appearance on the show and it was a hallucination/flashback. BUT WHATEVER.

Anyway, Alicia’s Change is one of my faves, and given that she’s such a barely there presence in TW, she’s a character I’m pretty comfortable keeping just as she is in my TW changeling headcanons, when writing the official ‘to be published’ stuff in this ‘verse.

All Changelings’ physical changes and magic are in some way related to their personalities and individual traits, even if that connection isn’t immediately obvious. And even though the Changelings are supernatural in origin, given that their magic reflects who they are and who they are is a product of a 21st century modern society, I wanted some of them to have changes and magic that seems in some ways almost sci-fi or technology based, even while still definitively being magic at its source.

So for no particular reason other than just its my head, I’ll headcanon what I want, I’ve always pictured Alicia as a STEM girl, very much into science and math, and her change and magic ties into that.

Basically, she looks just like she did before she was Changed, so she’s a fourteen year old black girl who’s just a slightly older version of the character we saw briefly on TW….except for the fact that she’s at all times surrounded by what appear to be like…ghostly versions of herself.

Like, at any given time there’s a half dozen to a dozen different versions of herself, totally intangible and somewhat faded/transparent like a photo that hasn’t been fully developed….and they’re all ‘orbiting’ her, for lack of a better term….kinda like the electrons of an atom orbit it.

And these other versions of herself all look slightly different upon closer inspection - different hairstyles, clothing, a couple have glasses, etc….and some appear like they’re floating in mid-air, others like their feet are sinking into the ground….and most of them usually look like they’re just hovering or flickering around Alicia like half-formed images or ghosts that are all moving, doing something - whether appearing like they’re talking, walking, fighting, reading, any number of things….and all of them seemingly paying no attention to what’s going on around Alicia here and now, if they’re even aware of it.

Which they are though, because the thing is, these ‘satellite versions of herself’ are all alternate versions of herself existing currently in other parallel universes where the Change still occurred and they all ended up with the same magic as this Alicia.

So essentially, there are between ten and sixteen versions of Alicia, spread across an equivalent number of parallel universes….who are all Changelings with the exact same magic….which connects them all.

Just like they appear like ghostly images of this Alicia here, this Alicia appears as one of the ghostly images hovering around each of the other versions of herself in their realities.

And despite them always looking like they’re doing their own thing for the most part and oblivious to anything happening in a different reality, that’s just a matter of them learning after a loooot of practice and trial and error, how to primarily just focus on their main reality and only keep a vague/back of their mind awareness trained on what’s happening with the other versions of herself via their magical connection.

Whenever something big happens to one of them though, no matter which reality, like if one of them is in danger, the others can immediately stop what they’re doing in their home realities and pay attention to the one who’s actively in danger….because all the Alicias can communicate with each other, share knowledge and life experiences and skills with each other, and so whenever one of them really needs the others, the others can all focus on them and come to their aid or support them in a variety of ways, even without being physically present.

And some of these parallel universes are more similar than others, and some of them are just sliiiiightly out of sync with the others….like one of the Alicias lives in a universe that for the most part is almost identical to this Alicia’s universe….except its timeline is like, thirty seconds ahead of this one’s.

Meaning while its not foolproof, due to the very very minor differences in realities resulting in the people in each reality making slightly different choices….that 30 seconds ahead Alicia tends to for the most part be able to give this Alicia a 30 seconds heads up to any unexpected danger.

And there’s a bunch of other ways their magic is helpful too….each of the Alicias’ has their own fields of study…remember since Changeling magic reflects the person, the fact that these Alicias all have the same magic is because all of these versions of her are precocious little science and math prodigies in some way….but they all have slightly different interests and scientific and mathematic pursuits they’ve applied themselves towards or decided to study in earnest. Which means any one of them can at any time draw on the knowledge possessed by one of the others due to studying a specific field that the other one doesn’t know a ton about. Or they can just talk to each other directly, ask each other questions about something, or use themselves as a sounding board or to bounce ideas off of each other.

So sometimes Alicia will just stop in the middle of talking to other Changelings in town here to be like hang on a sec, I need to get this….and appear to just be talking to one of her own flickering reflections in the middle of the sidewalk, while anyone who knows her well is pretty used to this and just chills like someone waiting for a friend to finish up on the phone after she had to take an urgent call, lol.

And since the Alicias don’t have to be in the same or similar physical space to still appear as satellites of each other Alicia in her home reality, one Alicia can be physically present at one side of town and really need something like….from a book she left at home on the other side of town. And one of the other Alicias is usually bound to be at home and by focusing on her, Alicia can just ask her to read from her own book what this Alicia needs to know, or like, check something online, or solve a problem real quick for her and give her the answer while she focuses on doing something else urgent at the same time, etc.

Then there’s the fact that some of the Alicias have a lot of self-defense training and teach the others some tricks, and a couple are very practiced with a variety of weapons they can pass along expertise about….one Alicia excels at picking locks, which comes in handy as this Alicia, along with about five of the others, is kinda like….the Nancy Drew of their respective Bordertowns, the pint-sized, precocious PI that other Changelings often turn to despite her age, because Alicia (all the Alicias, really) is damn good at what she does.

Also via their connection to each other’s realities, when they focus they can basically see what’s going on around one of the others, so for instance, when this one is in danger or running from someone or something like that, and a few of the others are safe and sound at home, they can just focus solely on her and everything going on around her, and its like Alicia has preternatural awareness of her surroundings then, because she’s got five or six other versions of herself flickering around her head and at her back like ghostly shadows…and all of them are shouting instructions to her or to look out for this or that or turn here, etc. So there’s basically six pairs of eyes looking out for her and keeping her apprised of everything that’s going on in her vicinity at the moment.

That really comes in handy.

Everyone can see the other versions of herself that are most present via her connection at any given moment, given that that’s the nature of her physical Change, but since its her magic specifically, only she can actually hear the other versions of her or interact with them….with very rare exceptions. None of them have quite figured out yet how the connection totally works, in the sense that some of them are in sharper focus at times than others, like, there’s always some connection between all of them, but at different times some feel further away and are harder to communicate or interact with than others. And they’re not sure if that’s because like, their different universes are engaged in some kind of movement or orbit or rotation relative to each other, or if there’s some other reason for it, but a few of them are always working on that particular puzzle at any given moment, lol.

But on a related note, on three separate occasions, when one of the Alicias in one reality was in extreme danger, another Alicia was able to temporarily ‘jump into the driver’s seat’ of that Alicia’s body, via their connection….one time was when one of the skilled fighters jumped into one of the Alicias who was being attacked by someone she’d followed during one of her investigations and turned out to be more dangerous than she’d expected….another time one of the other Alicias jumped into the body of an Alicia who’d been knocked unconscious in an accident and the other Alicia was able to assume control of her body and get her out of danger until she woke up and it bumped the other one back into her own body….and then the third time, one of the Alicias saw that this Alicia was about to get hit by a car that she didn’t see coming, and the alternate Alicia tried to warn her by projecting through their connection as hard as she could, to look out….and somehow accidentally jumped fully into this Alicia’s body and threw her(self) out of the way, before almost immediately being slingshotted back into her own body.

Except none of them have figured out how to do anything like that on command, despite it vexing a number of them. They just know it most likely has something to do with the intensity of a life or death threat or situation making it possible…even though it doesn’t always seem to happen, so they try not to rely on it.

And on one particularly memorable occasion that none of them have the faintest clue why or how it happened, eight of them went from flickering around this Alicia like satellite ghosts….to manifesting physically around her in this reality in their own bodies, and shocking the hell out of the guy trying to intimidate her, who was not at all prepared for the teen girl to suddenly be just one of a literal crowd of nine girls all staring him down. So he turned tail and ran, and they all almost instantly winked back into their home realities and returned to just being afterimage-esque glimpses of them still orbiting around her.

None of them have any idea how that happened or why, let alone how to make it happen again, which irritates the crap out of most of them because ugh, screw magic, there has to be a logical explanation for at least the mechanism of this, damn you supernatural forces with no coherent consistency!

(All the Alicias rant quite often about their inability to pin down firm rules for a lot of Changeling magic and how and why it operates the way it does. Big fans of logic, the Alicias. Not so much the bafflement).

Sooooo….she’s a LOT of fun to write, even though she’s very challenging to…maneuver around, narratively speaking, if that makes sense, lol….but like, yeah, I have a blast writing her.

The main Alicia, the one who’s always front and center, is snarky but never in a mean-spirited way. More like….her mind is always twenty steps ahead of everyone around her, sometimes literally, lol, and so she rolls her eyes a lot and sometimes makes a show of being exasperated that she has to slow down and wait for everyone to catch up, but its not because of “oh I think everyone but me is so stupid” or anything like that, its usually just….pure impatience on her part.

The second she figures something out she wants to go, go, go, move on to wherever that leads. She winds up getting in various less than totally safe situations purely because she doesn’t want to stop and grab someone to go along with her when checking something out, but also just because the nature of her magic means she’s never truly completely on her own, and she sometimes forgets to factor that in, or remember that her other selves aren’t usually physically present and able to help her out of a jam.

She’s so used to their presences that every so often she just genuinely forgets that they’re not right there in the room with her, which has caused some confusion to more than one person when meeting her for the first time and realizing those silent movie-style images of her are actually real and she’s actually communicating with them, not just talking to thin air.

Fortunately, she’s smart and capable in her own right, so when you multiply that by a factor of twelve to fifteen similar minds all attuned to all of their best interests….there’s very few situations she isn’t capable of getting out of on her own. Not that this makes her big brother facepalm any less when she blithely handwaves off a recent escapade as no big deal and something she has no idea why he’s getting so worked up about.

(I mean, she does totally get his concerns and isn’t lacking in self-awareness, its just that she’s also committed to giving him gray hairs before he’s forty. She is, among other things, still a little sister after all.)

Due to her many alternate selves, and the vast array of personality differences between each of them, that many of her close friends are at least aware of by proxy, given that even though they can’t hear her other selves, they’ve all heard her casually talk about them often enough to know them in a sense as well….

Anyway, so a lot of Changelings have nicknames based on their Changes or magic, and she’s no exception. She goes by her own name and just introduces herself as Alicia, but its not uncommon to hear others address her as or reference her as ‘Sybil.’

When asked how she feels about that name, she tends to just shrug and stare off into the distance contemplatively. “I don’t know,” she’ll say at last. “Part of me loves it, and part of me hates it.”

And then she’ll just grin as everyone around her just groans, because she’s just Like This, and just looooves being literal in little ways like that - given that she’s literally acknowledging that half of her alternates feel the one way, and the other half feel the other way.

Another common line of hers is something like “Hey, I’m only problematic on Thursdays,” or “that wasn’t me, that was Alicia Number Nine, its not my fault she hates you.”

Her magic is just weird enough and behaves just erratically and unexpectedly enough, that its hard to be entirely sure when she’s just bullshitting you and when she might actually be telling the truth and some weird power snafu had one of the other Alicias in her body the last time you interacted with her and she was short with you.

There’s never a dull moment with her.

#changelings 'verse

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machudson · 6 years ago

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SO. My glass teacher is in the hospital for knee surgery today so we had a substitute. And when we have a substitute in glass it means one thing: Ignore responsibilities, make marbles. So this marble. This fucking marble. It has been on the edge of destruction more times than I can count. And I have already written out the story. But this fucking shit website decided to delete my paragraphs upon paragraphs of text just because it hates photo posts. So I have to rewrite forty fucking five minutes of work.

I started this marble on Tuesday. It was much smaller when I started it, about a centimeter in diameter with a lovely vein of yellow-orange inside. But our teacher, who was present then, decided that I had to make marias or whatever the fuck theyre called. So I had to set my marble aside for the duration of the class. Until, in the last five or so minutes, I decided to go back to my marble. But I was a fool. A damn fool. I didn’t let it heat up gradually; I stuck it straight into the hottest part of the flame. And due to thermal shock, about a third of the marble chipped off. I was heartbroken, but I swore I would return to fix it.

And that is just what I did today.

However, for some reason, the oxygen for half the torches wasn’t working. And since our teacher wasn’t present, we had no way to fix the problem. I ended up sharing a torch with another girl, a sophomore. I would like to note that we are absolutely not supposed to share torches with another person, and definitely not have two people working on the same torch at the same time.

So there I am, two people on one torch, wielding a half-broken marble still on the rod. Since I’m going to have to add more glass anyways to fix the chip and make it decently sized, I decide to go and add some more color, this time a nice sort of coral. But let me tell you about colored glass. Specifically red-hued colored glass. Red glass is a sensitive little bitch. If you do anything wrong it will decide that it does not like being red, and will lose all saturation, becoming clear or grey or god knows what. So the coral decides to turn grey. Since it does this while red-hot I don’t notice this and frankly I don’t really care. But in conclusion: red fucking sucks.

Now I gotta go patch up that fracture. So I grab another clear rod. I started this marble on a 6mm rod, while I’m technically supposed to use 8mm rods. But I don’t give a shit, I’ll use a thin rod if I goddamn want to. I stick on an 8mm rod anyways because there were like seven of them just fucking sitting around and I was too lazy to go over and get a brand new rod. And it’s kind of hard to make a marble when there’s two rods attached, so I went and detached the original (thin) rod from the marble. I then smoothed it out, heating it up then putting it in the marble mold which is apparently also called a marble marver. Anyways I get it to a point where I’m happy with it, and I decide hey I’m ready to cut this. So at first I try to just do a normal torch cut, which is when you just heat up the rod and pull off your whatever with tweezers alright? Well thats not what you do with marbles cause you want them to be entirely smooth, and you cant really heat it when its not on the rod because how would you hold it? Probably with tweezers but your tweezers are made out of metal, dumbass, and you can’t stick them in the fire or you’ll fuck up your tweezers.

So since our teacher is obviously not present, as he is in the hospital having knee surgery, I call on the unofficial assistant teacher to help. She’s a senior who’s taken glass before and she’s the one who taught us how to do marbles in the first place. Most of the time she just chills out and does whatever the fuck she wants, which is usually making marbles, while chewing gum and listening to headphones, neither of which I think are allowed but she doesn’t give a shit. So she comes over and I ask her how to finish off my marble, which at this point in time is a nicely made marble but with some protrusion of excess glass hanging out because this is my second time making a marble, the first being over a week ago and out of my memory, and I have no clue what I’m doing. And shes like okay well uh what youre supposed to do to remove a marble from the rod is attach a second rod to the other side of the marble and im just here thinking I already did that but okay sure and she tells me that I have to reattach my marble to the rod at the point where I’ve got the fucked up protrusion, then on the other side of the marble add what’s called a punty. A punty is where you heat up a rod and stick it to whatever youre making while you remove that thing from the original rod but the thing that makes punties work is that they’re attached while the marble is sorta cool so they don’t heat fuse and they can just come right off well anyways as she was explaining this I didn’t remember that fine detail about punties so I take another rod and heat it up and attach it to the fucked up protrusion on the side of my marble and on the other side I stick on on yet another rod and this one I think might be the original 6mm one but I really don’t know at this point. But to stick that on I heat up the marble so that the rod sticks better and just so you know that’s exactly the opposite of what you want to do. But I don’t know that yet. So I go on my merry way and remove the fucked up protrusion and smooth it all out and its all lovely and then I ask her hey how do I remove the punty rod and she takes one look at it and shes like hmmmm well you fucked up. Thats heat fused on. So you gotta do another punty rod. And that I do, and this time I am successful, except. Except. When sticking my lovely marble back into the flame. I assume that it is still hot. It isn’t. Thermal shock cracks it straight down the goddamn middle. Both halves are still attached to the punty, by some miracle, but it is painfully clear that so much as looking at it the wrong way will cause those two halves to fall apart and be Marble-No-More. So carefully, very carefully, because although I have suffered more than enough I have gotten back up each and every time, and like hell I’m giving up on this marble, I stick it again into the flame, this time being more careful to heat it up gradually. There is a moment of crisis - I twirl the rod, and the slight heat on the punty rod allows one of the halves to angle away from the other, but I quickly turn it back over and let them sink into each other. The two fractured halves heat and fuse together, at first leaving little more than a seam, then only being remembered by the few small air bubbles trapped inside. Crisis: averted. Senior Marble Master is watching over my shoulder the entire time. I tell her I’m ready to remove the punty. Alright, she says, what you’re going to do is put it in the marble mold, and I follow along as she speaks. Instantly, with no effort needed at all, the moment I put the marble into the mold, the punty snaps off. It’s a clean break, and it’s beautiful - but it isn’t perfect. There’s a small bump where it was. Now you’re not supposed to stick your tools in the fire, but if you’re very very careful, you can hold your marble in the mold up to the flame. And so I did this, and once heated, I would twirl it around in the mold, trying to smooth out that one little bump. And then my hand slipped, and the marble jumped out of the mold and plummeted to the floor. The moment it rolled off the edge, I felt my soul slip away - all that work, gone, shattered onto the floor.

IT SURVIVED.

And not only did it survive the three foot drop onto the stone floor, it decided to roll across the room and into the corner. This is not an empty corner. It is currently being occupied by a dozen glass tubes, each maybe three to four inches wide. And each of these tubes is wrapped. In plastic. My burning hot escapee marble rolls across the room, into the corner, and comes to rest on the corner of a tube’s plastic packaging. Fun fact! Plastic? It Melts. I am too in shock from dropping my marble and then having it survive to realize that it can’t stay there forever. Thankfully, Senior Marble Master doesn’t have this issue. She grabs a pair of mashing tweezers - tweezers, but with wide, flat squares for Making Things Flat - and journeys across the room to pick up my absolute motherfucker of a marble. It comes back covered in burnt-black, smoldering plastic, but it is intact. I am amazed. She tells me the plastic is still hot and will stick to things, so I have to keep moving it around so that doesn’t happen, but otherwise it should just be fine. So I spend the next five or so minutes doing that, passing it between tweezers, rolling it around in a slightly larger marble mold, et cetera. I take that first picture up there. You can still see the black of the plastic on there, because when I took this, I had not yet decided to attempt to remove it.

I started just by scratching it with my fingernails, and it worked for a time. By now it was cool, and I carried it with me as I wandered around the room, carefully trying to scrape off the plastic. I went to the small room in the back of the class, with a small sink, and grabbed a (dry) paper towel to aid this. But it isn’t very effective, and it definitely isn’t fast. So I return to the torch, place it in the mold, and carefully hold it up to the torch. It burns away the plastic beautifully; blue flames licking across its surface as it feasts on the easy food. But again - it isn’t perfect. I try to rotate it, let it get at the marks on other sides, but it won’t comply. So I return to the corner room, getting a new piece of paper towel - now wet with cold water. I forget that the marble is still hot. Once again, it snaps with thermal shock - but only partly. Two new fractures run across its face. Despite that, despite everything, it is still whole.

Fuck this, I decide, I’m not doing any more work to clean this up.

I spend the next fifteen minutes or so taking photos of this marble, this incredible fucker who seems to break at the slightest inconvenience yet hold strong, because I know deep inside me that it doesn’t have much time left. That it won’t survive the next few hours in my pocket, as I go through class and bike home through the persistent summer heat.

And then, I start writing this.

(and then I keep writing it all throughout my lunch period, and then I decide I don’t want to keep writing it on my phone, so I decide to save it to drafts, and tumblr just deletes the whole damn thing cause it evidently hates any and all photo posts, and then I rewrite the whole damn thing. by the way as I finish this it’s 17:18 and i finished the marble at like 11:25, and it survived the trip home despite my greatest fears and is now chilling in a bottle cap on my bedside table. also at one point during the ‘remove plastic’ stage I drop it again and it rolls under the table and is once again fine, just linty. not counting this epilogue/note/whatever, i wrote two thousand words. on a google doc with 12pt arial and single spacing, that’s about three full pages of text. the things i do to spite tumblr’s shitty code that deletes my posts!)

#dumbass in glass class

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feverhalo · 7 years ago

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So. Heres this old fic from uhhhhhhhhhhhhh I really don’t remember how long ago. Originally I had it split into 3 parts on the posts that inspired it- and it was my first attempt at writing anything along the lines of stuffing, but it kind of ended up more like he was already coming down with something. It was on my first attempt at a fic blog- way back when and it got deleted because I didnt know how sideblogs worked back then and goofed. Thought I lost everything, then I found an old disc with a whole whack of it on there.

At the moment I can only find 2 of the 3 posts of the art that inspired it here and here. I’ll link the missing post as soon as I find it.

so um, warnings for vomit, cussing, and over-eating-ish and mentions of drinking. and I also am not editing it because im super lazy so its in the same glory as it was when i posted it years ago (2012 apparently)

2,864 words, apparently.

“Come on people! When I say I want you all mobilized in fifteen I don’t mean in half a damn hour. I mean twenty minutes ago.” Fury fumed over the intercom from his station on scene. His voice bounced off the inside of the transport van and rung through each individual earpiece. “Rise and shine, ‘cause we are in a fucking war against some baddies if you haven’t all noticed. You are my agents and I am expecting you to do your damn jobs at my order.”

“Load of fucking shit,” the sniper agent to Clint’s left mumbled, “two a.m. wakeup call is horseshit. I just finished a mission and got back at ten last night.”

“Yeah, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D brother, what did you think this was? Day camp?” Clint double checked his packet was still together. He’d read it once they got to their positions, it was too dark inside the van. He shook his head a bit when the other agent went back to fuming. Running on low sleep was nothing, sure the headaches and fuzziness were a pain in the ass sometimes but it’s not hard to get used to. You have to get used to it in this job. Same with messed up schedules on basically everything. They would get an hour tops to set up and get ready for a long haul on their stations.

What he managed to make sense of before climbing in the back of the vehicle through his sleep-fogged mind was that they needed to be ready for anything by three thirty, three forty five at the latest with the other crew up ahead of them set up. He rubbed his face trying to wake up more, must be all the time he’s spent on normal schedule lately, it was causing a real issue. He wasn’t looking forward to the no doubt shitty and militant type food they were all going to have for breakfast within the next hour either. He was getting soft on the new routine of near-normal sleep and actual tasteful food instead of vacuum packed crap made for boosting endurance.

He leaned back to try and get into the mindset for the day. It was going to be a very very long one. Someone mentioned they might be stuck out there until seven that night. By then they’d have relief agents come in to give them a break, but as Hawkeye, well he was probably expected to stay around. Most teams wouldn’t shelf their best shooter if they could help it. He’d probably get a nap in at some stationed area. Though the accidental nap he got on the way there wasn’t something he completely cursed even though he didn’t like the fact of it.

“Alright, come on move out you all got a lot to go over and not much time.” The voice crackling into his ear is what startled him awake, and the hatch of the van swinging open definitely helped make that happen faster. Keeping near silent, everyone filed out and headed into the building while Agent Hill took control of their transport and directed it to their station a little ways away hidden in a different building.

Everyone was handed a pack; filled with the shitty food and bottles of water for their posts, their weapons if they hadn’t brought any and extra ammo and pieces if they did, additional intel for their briefing packages according to pay grade, and some quick hushed instruction to where they were all to be.

Clint took his without a word and made his way to his post. Abandoned, or purposefully emptied, industrial building and the usual sort of interior. Too much moving about would give away his position on the metal catwalk. He had a few windows to observe through and a railing to his back. He dropped his pack as lightly and quietly as he could and set himself facing the railing to observe everyone being dispatched while he read over his briefing package.

Exact sort of thing he expected since they woke him up. Nothing too big, but big enough to require a lot of force if anything went bad. He was given another radio code with instructions to call the other Avengers if things turned too ugly. And it was going to be a long-ass day. No break in sight until afternoon if they were lucky. He ripped open the first package of… well. He opened the first nutritional packet and set to work on it mindlessly while he kept reading and rereading. This was coded, but memorizing it and burning it was always his procedure.

By the fourth read through he was nearly done the second pack. Best to eat as much as he could, as much as he hated it and was off-put by eating at such a strange time after the Avengers got together. Professional agent Clint Barton, code name Hawkeye, sharpest shooter as they came- but totally useless without a sugar rush to start him at this time of night, and hell to deal with if he crashes afterward. Carbs, protein, sugar. The three biggest and most annoying things to eat right now, low on time and rushing to compensate for his mental sluggishness at this hour.

He startled himself with a small belch and nearly dropped everything. He did a quick scan and everything seemed normal. Confused for a second longer as to the origin of the sound, he came to the realization when he hiccupped. Ah. Right. He was eating, and apparently at the speed he was reading if the blooming discomfort in his slightly distended abdomen was anything to go by. He took a swig of the only soda from his pack, no doubt put there as a favor from a very sneaky woman. He let it fizz up in his mouth before swallowing it.

New diet. That’s another thing he reminded himself to update S.H.I.E.L.D on before the next mission. He downed some more soda and let the carbonation work its way back out in a few more small burps. It was definitely a good feeling. He just had to work the rest of the air out before the mission started. No big deal.

“Relax Barton,” He shifted in his new ‘nest’, “nothing you haven’t had to do before. Good to know I can still get mission jitters, heh. Maybe this’ll be fun.” He wanted it to be. He definitely wasn’t expecting this call when he decided to turn in early last night. He tried to tell himself the slight trembling feeling, not that he’d let his hands shake at all if it could be helped, was from nerves. Big man in the world now, sure, but unexpected missions always had excitement to them. Sometimes it left you a little shaken in the best ways. Not that he was sure how good this sort of shaken felt yet, all he could say for certain was that it was strange.

He shrugged his shoulders and straightened out before packing away the left overs and digging out a lighter to burn the paper with. The wind howled a little outside, bringing to his mind the chill of the night.

An hour later had him leaning lazily at a windowsill; nothing happened yet that needed his attention or intervention. He kept flitting his eyes about in a restless sort of way, glancing about but never focusing too long and trying to keep that trembling, tingling feeling filling him up at bay. He thought back to the night before, and about being so tired.

“See anything?” Another agent’s voice crackled through his earpiece. He pressed down on his microphone button to reply.

“Not a damn thing,” he drawled, “Anything from your sights?”

“Nothing yet,”

He let up off the mic and sighed. He felt his body buzz again in a wave under his skin and couldn’t help but shake his shoulders trying to get it out. Part of his mind nagged at him with a reminder of feeling distinctly unwell last night.

Drinking. Stark roped us all into it. Thinks just because he has a miracle liver means we all do.

Though it was harder to remind himself of that when he had to shake his shoulders and head again to fight off a wave of fuzziness.

It wasn’t for another forty-five minutes, and three updates from Fury himself, until Barton had something to hold his attention. He was crouched low at his post and grabbed at the shirt over his stomach as another wave of pain and sudden nausea shot through him. Sure he’d started idly rubbing his stomach a little earlier; he was getting butterflies was all. Usually something happened by now when they got this many people out that fast. He was getting more nervous the entire time, who didn’t when it came to performance issues? He was still having trouble focusing on the vast nothingness happening today by the time the butterflies started. But now this was throwing him off.

“Any news yet? Getting real bored up here,” he clicked the mic off after and waited.

“Nothing. Should be another hour at most. Getting antsy there, a little flighty? Ha.”

“Ha. Leave the jokes to someone who can handle them, Keith.” He turned down the radio and double checked the microphone was off when he curled up tighter into himself and put his head against the sill as another wave of discomfort washed over him.

Eventually, he had to get back up and in proper position. He felt a bit better after some time elapsed and figured as long as he didn’t over do anything and stayed relatively well hydrated he’d be good enough. He turned the radio back up and opened his water bottle as he slid back into the favored hiding position he found where he could stand full height without being seen. Another hour tops and he’d have something in his sights…

Hawkeye swallowed hard and backed away from his post. This was getting a little ridiculous. He stepped back until the guard rail pressed into his back. He hazarded a quick glimpse over before having to go back to staring at part of the wall to calm his roiling stomach, but his eyes didn’t miss a thing. All S.H.I.E.L.D’s other snipers were still focused at their stations. No other agents or personnel were in the area. He figured it was safe enough to sit down for a little and wait this out. Again.

He dropped slowly and cautiously, trying not to upset anything further, and dropped his legs over the side. He pressed his forehead to the cool metal of the guard rail and tried to focus on breathing evenly. At least if it all went to hell, it would go right the hell off his platform. Damn, even some personal snark wasn’t helping anything.

He shut his eyes tight and willed himself not to moan out-loud. Getting seen and getting heard were two ways to royally fuck up in this job, and now were also two ways to grab unwanted attention and ridicule over his gastric distress. His snaked one arm around the bar running at chest level and pulled his head down to lean heavily on it, holding it for dear life if his whitened knuckles were anything to go by. Clint’s other hand rested lightly on his stomach, too nervous to even try and ease the nausea by rubbing or curling up this time. By how ragged his breathing sounded, even trying to call in now wouldn’t work. His jaw felt glued together anyway, he really didn’t trust opening his damn trap for anything. Static fizzled over his earpiece and some other agents gave short updates.

After a few minutes with no relief Clint resigned that he might just actually lose it here. He shoved the microphone back and double checked it was switched off. Still on the right channel so just in case they did need him it was easy to radio back, he couldn’t back out but like hell he could get up right now. His stomach lurched and gurgled, leaving him coughing a little into his hand to stifle the sound and hopefully to help keep everything down. He felt a rush of stifling heat and sweat beaded on his neck.

Did he mention this was going to be a long-ass night?

“Got someone moving.” Clint perked up as best he could in this situation. Not the best idea, he shuddered and folded forward a bit more. He groped blindly for the water bottle he had been taking sips from to help quell the nausea with until now. He popped it open with his teeth and waited for someone else to give up more information. Nobody would realize he wasn’t looking right now, they’d all be too busy searching their own areas and figuring he was either doing the same or trained on the target already.

“Can’t see them.” Clint groaned aloud, unable to help it. He took another sip from the bottle, but just ended up spitting it out.

“I swear I will never say anything bad about anyone ever again…” he started mumbling to himself disjointedly. Promising things to any deity he ever heard of, cursing them all out.

“It’s the Director. No worries, everyone,” Agent Hill came over the comms. “He and I are double checking parts of the perimeter. The targets shouldn’t be this far back at all.”

“Fuck. Fuck everything and the damn horse it rode in on,” he swallowed hard and tried to ignore the burning at the back of his throat.

“Confirmed. It is Director Fury and Agent Hill.”

Radio silence returned for another stretch of time. Felt like almost another hour. Clint spat down on to the floor below again. Finally giving in to the urge to wrap his arm tightly around his middle, he rocked himself slightly to see if it helped. It did for a small moment. He let out a shaky sigh and glanced back over at the windows where the sun was now creeping up through the clouds of dirt and grime on the glass. He considered moving back a bit and laying down before radioing in his distress, but not before he was sure it was something he could handle. After a few more intense seconds he decided that was the best plan of action.

After about four more seconds his stomach decided that was a stupid idea and he needed to keep his ass very still right the hell where it was. And less than a second after that, Barton was parting with a good portion of his stomach’s contents. There was no elegant or quiet and stealthy way to cover that. He retched. He shut his eyes and shook a little harder after the fact. Resting his head, defeated, on the railing again, he Clint tried to work up the strength and his voice well enough to call it in if someone wasn’t already beating him to it.

“Damnit Barton,” Fury’s voice vaulted up to where Hawkeye was slumped, “What the hell?!”

Clint opened his eyes slowly, he shook a little more in some vague form of terror that filtered through his sickened mind. He scooted back a bit, ignoring the wet dripping of his own vomit onto the floor below. He pulled the mic piece down and flicked it on.

“Sorry sir, Agent Hawkeye reporting,” his voice shook, wavered and cracked a little, but still carried over the radio and down from his nest, “I think I’m a little under the weather.”

“Well no fucking shit.” Agent Hill had retreated a number of steps from Fury and the mess surrounding him. She pulled her clipboard up and started flipping through pages while putting out a radio call for a med truck and a replacement. If he had felt any better, Clint would have laughed at the absurd sight, but unfortunately he was back to fighting to keep down what was left in his stomach. “If you’re gonna do that again I’d like some damn warning.”

All Hawkeye could manage for warning was a quick ‘move-aside’ hand motion before leaning through the gap in the rail again and vomiting once more. By now everyone in the building knew what was going on and were switching radio channels and trying to ignore the sounds of Clint losing it all over the cemented floor.

After a third bout of being sick, Clint was left dry-heaving and limp against the fever-warmed metal. Too shaky to even hold the water bottle that hadn’t left his side today, leaving it to fall below him too when he tried to grab it. Within minutes two medical technicians were helping him down from his nest. He felt so shaky and wrung out he didn’t even attempt to fight them over being taken out on a stretcher. He just laid on his side and curled in on himself as they pushed him past Hill and Fury, who was still cleaning himself up.

“Next time spare us the damn show and call it in before the firework finale, alright?”

“Got it.”

#sick clint barton #vomit tw #avengers sickfic #lmk what other tags yall want or need on this #this'll be a tumblr only fic tho i might revisit it and rewrite it for ao3 #so its a super fun surprise for you guys #also a throwback

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soras-noodle-arms · 7 years ago

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the Winners™ Chapter 2

im sorry i dont feel like formatting this it took like half an hour to get the first chapter ready to post

there is no plot to this story

smakatrima-holes

tartar: hey guys the game room is open tartar: what the heck why are maronia and marco in here tartar: oh they were finishing some hw never mind tartar: u wanna have another smash bros tournament final: hell yeah i’ll be right there kartel: wait kartel: maronia and marco??? kartel: you don’t think…? virus: don’t be an idiot, karel virus: sometimes you’re so dense virus: tarulli i’m afraid i’m going to have to turn down that offer virus: i do not need to be there the next time a controller smashes through a window kartel: i hate to agree with this guy but same salt: omg yeah that administrator was terrifying dolly: … i was gonna say yes until you guys brought that up tartar: awwwww…. guys…….... :’( tartar: *puppy dog eyes* error: yeah no tarulli i’m not gonna get scarred for life and/or in trouble error: i’m gonna leave that to you and fina tartar: *sighs* and once again erral is the voice of reason tartar: man you guys suck tartar: WELL AT LEAST FINA’S HERE tartar: and maronia says she’s bringing the idea up to the others sooo final: this is gonna be fun

the unshakeables™

macaronia: heyyyyy rikando aven super smash tournament in the game room u up for it rikatoni: !!!!!!!!!!!!! rikatoni: I’M ON MY WAY farfaven: ooh yeah i’m coming macaronia: … farfaven: MARONIA DON’T YOU DARE macaronia: that’s what she said rikatoni: oh my goddd maronia farfaven: i hate you rikatoni: i’m so proud of you farfaven: rikando i swear sometimes we’re best friends with a living joke macaronia: says a living joke farfaven: sshhhhhhh you can’t expose me like this macaronia: hang on i’m gonna ask jontein and norandina if they want in

macaronia to jontellini

macaronia: tournament in the game room macaronia: you in? jontellini: oh hell no macaronia: well gee okay then mr grumpy

macaronia to noravioli

macaronia: tournament in the game room macaronia: you in? noravioli: no macaronia: ugggh fine

the unshakeables™

macaronia: yeah no they’re being hard headed rikatoni: guess it’s just us then rikatoni: i’m gonna destroy you guys farfaven: NOT IF I DESTROY YOU FIRST macaronia: THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID farfaven: UGGHGHGHGHGHG I HATE YOUUUU THAT DIDN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE

smakatrima-holes

tartar: guysssss come onnnnnn rikando and aven are coming to the tournament salt: good for them kartel: i hope they have fun virus: not a chance tarulli error: i don’t want to play in the game tournament dolly: sorry tarulli but no thanks tartar: GAH you guys are the WORST

travaga-holes

elder: guys apparently aven and fina plagiarized my chat name elder: i demand compensation meow: why are you coming to us for compensation we are not named aven or fina onurmarco: actually there’s something i’ve been wanting to tell you guys onurmarco: i AM aven onurmarco: marco doesn’t exist getseth: oh i wish but unfortunately i’ve had to deal with your hyperactive ass for far too long don’t even pretend elder: DAAAAMN SETH ritzy: savage meow: marco u may need some water for that burn onurmarco: i’m hurt onurmarco: no really i’m cryign why the HELL AM I CRYING getseth: oh my god nonono i was just joking where the hell are you i’ll be right there getseth: aaghh marco i’m so sorry onurmarco: and there u have it, folks, seth’s a total softie meow: OHHHHHHHHHHHH elder: daaamn marco that was cold man ritzy: holy frick that was so calculated getseth: what the hell i hate you onurmarco: nahh >:3 elder: seth get that nasty lie out of my face getseth: marco that was just cruel getseth: seriously though where are u i thought i hurt your feelings a few seconds ago i still need to hug you onurmarco: i’m in the game room with rikando, maronia, aven, fina, and tarulli X3 onurmarco: we’re gonna be having a tournament getseth: cool i’ll be right there getseth: what are you guys playing onurmarco: guess u’ll have to find outtt getseth: rude

linicha-holes

rikatoni: hey jontein norandina get in here i’m about to whup aven and maronia’s asses farfaven: he’s lying macaronia: yeah we’re gonna crush him rikatoni: IGNORE THEM FOR THEY KNOW NOT OF WHAT THEY SPEAK noravioli: i’m just trying to live my life in peace rikando noravioli: i have no wish to see your poor attempt at world domination or whatever the hell you guys are playing this time farfaven: excuse you we are playing super smash brothers brawl fight me norandina rikatoni: JONTEIN WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU THESE PEOPLE ARE SOILING MY GOOD NAME noravioli: he and fina are probably making out in a closet somewhere rikatoni: ummmmm??? you’re dead wrong fina is sitting on the other couch silently judging me jontellini: that’s my girl rikatoni: oh yeah NOW you show up macaronia: jontein is the definition of the guy that shows up 15 minutes late with starbucks tbh jontellini: wow you guys have my entire existence figured out jontellini: i can barely believe it macaronia: sometimes i wonder why rikando is the way he is and then i realize he’s just a younger carbon copy of you rikatoni: ummmmm??? what the hell does that mean should i be offended farfaven: it means you’re irritatingly snarky and yes macaronia: oh wowwww rikatoni: aven why the hell are we friends if you’re just gonna insult me farfaven: because rikatoni: … rikatoni: that is almost disturbingly vague noravioli: oh my god you guys are so weird rikatoni: JONTEIN NORANDINA GET DOWN HERE jontellini: fineeee i want to see my girlfriend anyway macaronia: wow you don’t even care about me and aven? macaronia: rude rikatoni: NORANDINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA noravioli: okay okay all right u dumbo noravioli: i’ll be there in five

smakatrima-holes

tartar: ohhhh yess jontein and norandina just showed up to the game room final: we’re going to pulverize these nerds kartel: oh god rest in pieces the pasta group virus: pasta group kartel: shut up asshole they’re all named after pasta virus: really? i had no idea kartel: i hate you so much dolly: i have photographic proof that you really don’t kartel: dallona i stg ur supposed to be the quiet one virus: what could you possibly have photographic evidence of virus: wait virus: dallona no virus: that was an extenuating circumstance tartar: *deep, dramatic gasp* oh my god dallona show me kartel: dallona please do not dolly: i won’t

dolly to tartar

dolly: sent a photo tartar: oh tartar: my tartar: godddd!!!!

smakatrima-holes

tartar: YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST kartel: DALLONA WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL MAN virus: whatever she sent you is photoshopped tartar: sure it is viran tartar: sure it is kartel: dallona for the love of god delete that photo tartar: nooo don’t listen to them kartel: TARULLI DELETE THAT PHOTO tartar: oh hell no tartar: i’m showing everyone here that photo tartar: you guys look so innocent and adorable virus: tarulli i was exhausted you can’t prove our friendship through this picture kartel: how was i supposed to move with his bigass head on my shoulder kartel: it’s not my fault he fell asleep on me the total DICK virus: it takes one to know one, karel kartel: god viran would you just shut the hell up for five seconds tartar: i showed fina and she said and i quote: “oh my god that is the cutest fricking thing i have ever seen” kartel: yeah, tarulli? tartar: what kartel: give ur sister the finger for me tartar: wow

tartar to elder

tartar: sent a photo elder: OHOHOHO YESSSS elder: !!!!!!!!

travaga-holes

onurmarco: dude karel and viran just burst in here and they look pissed as hell getseth: i wonder why elder: guys big news i just got the BEST blackmail material ritzy: do i want to know elder: sent a photo ritzy: oh my god i knew they didn't hate each other meow: oh wow that’s hilarious onurmarco: *facepalm* onurmarco: why are we like this onurmarco: wait viran just left but karel’s still here onurmarco: apparently he’s here for revenge getseth: wow we’re gonna die

kartel to virus

kartel: hey, viran, we’re good, right? virus: yeah of course, don’t be ridiculous kartel: okay good kartel: i was just kind of worried, cause u left… kartel: and i mean it's kind of our m.o. to insult each other kartel: just wanted to make sure i didn’t go too far or something virus: yeah, sorry i just remembered some hw i have to crank out real quick then i’ll be down there again virus: and nah dw that was actually a pretty good one virus: kick their asses for me kartel: oh heck yeah they're gonna regret all that virus: don’t die hun i don’t want to have to avenge you kartel: ha ha you’re hilarious kartel: yeah okay sure babe kartel: i’ve got this virus: i know

travaga-holes

getseth: wow they’re demolishing us ritzy: rip getseth: thanks for your support brittany ritzy: no problem elder: i love how brittany is like super quiet outside the chat but like elder: a freaking snarkmaster inside meow: … elder: kat oh my god onurmarco: i still can’t figure out if you’re actually mute or if you just really don’t like talking onurmarco: why won’t you tell usssss meow: >:3 onurmarco: kaaaat why r u like thisss meow: because i love watching u people squirm onurmarco: wow onurmarco: OHHHHHH YOU GUYS SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE WE JUST TOTALLY TURNED THE TABLES ON THESE PEOPLE onurmarco: AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA getseth: marco omg chill getseth: this is the hyperactiveness i was referring to earlier getseth: oh my god getseth: that is so unfair he just turned around and hit me with the most pitiful puppy dog eyes i have ever seen getseth: how do u do that onurmarco: X3 ritzy: how the turntables elder: wow seth you are hopeless getseth: don’t even be acting all high and mighty mandy you would be a pile of complete mush too if you were here getseth: his puppy dog eyes are on another level onurmarco: they are i have spent years perfecting them getseth: he even spontaneously formed tears??? getseth: like wtf how do you even??? onurmarco: it’s called talent onurmarco: something i inherently have oodles of getseth: omg you just used the words “inherently” and “oodles” in the same sentence i cannot bREATHE you’re such a DORK onurmarco: all right seth let’s quit talking AND LEAVE THESE LOSERS IN THE DUST

ritzy to getseth

ritzy: oh seth you are so far gone getseth: guuhhhh shut up i knoww

elder to onurmarco

elder: have you accepted it yet onurmarco: shut up mandy elder: oh come on marco it’s so obvious onurmarco: mandy i don’t want to mess things up with him he’s my best friend elder: so you HAVE accepted it elder: excellent onurmarco: leave me alone elder: marco come on i’m only trying to help onurmarco: please i don’t want to talk about this now elder: *sigh* okay fine elder: i’m here to talk when ur ready, all right? onurmarco: okay elder: hey, i’ve got your back, marco, all right? elder: i just want you to be happy. elder: you’re like the brother i never had onurmarco: yeah, i know onurmarco: thanks onurmarco: love ya elder: i love you too, you stubborn dork <3

i lied there’s a bit of plot >:3

#the winners group chat fic #twgcf #ive had this ready since last week #im on chapter 4 now so im good for at least a couple more weeks

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drunkendragons · 7 years ago

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I watched the Emoji Movie and heres my liveblog of it. I just- put all of this into a word document so I can just copy and paste. Also Im watching it on kimcartoon. Lets get this over with. Warning for swearing so if you aint into that dont click the read more. Also this probably wont make a whole lot of sense. Also spoilers. Merry Christmas.

The Sony logo followed by Columbia- they animated a fucking phone coming up and putting an emoji over the face of the Columbia chick. Here we fuckin go gents. Here. We. Fucking. Go.

I don’t know what im hearing but I don’t like it.

NARRATION!

Wow atoms and code to sound fake deep awesome

‘like every freshman in highschool, everything revolves around his phone’ followed by two people walking into each other. Hey so fuck you

‘and attentions spams get shorter and shorter and youre probably not even listening to me right now’ DOUBLE FUCK YOU

Emojis aren’t the most important way of communication in history, word ar- im like three minutes in and im already ready to frog.

TEXTOPOLIS ARE YOU FUCKING.

The shrimp is fucking Australian what a surprise I HATE KNOCKING OVER THE ELDERLY elephants remember joke ah hahh h a hh ah

Theres the poop joke. Great.

This fucking Meh is insecure

Are you fucking- HIS PARENTS. SAID. ‘I DON’T THINK YOUR READY.’ THIS MOTHERFUCKER COMES IN, MAKES A SHITTY MEH FACE IN THE MIRROR AND THEN THE MUM IS LIKE ‘o ye this kid is ready’ like??? ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Boob joke with peperoni

Smiler was the Original Emoji are you for Serious

THERES NOTHING LIKE GETTING SCANNED FOR THE FIRST TIME

Why do they need to reproduce like- is there an emoji graveyard or something? Do emoji’s die? Also I betcha this smiler chick is like- obsessed with her popularity and doesn’t want to be replaced or something

Another poop joke.

Gotta be meh gotta be meh.

Words aren’t cool? Fuck you.

Wow he manages to fuck up everything on the first day what a surprise

Smiler is so passive aggressive holy shit

Angsty rooftop sitting

His parents fucking suggest that he becomes a hermit

Another poop joke- nope Im counting that as two

#TRUTH kill me

I dont think they know who their target audience is supposed to be cause i sure as hell fuckin dont

Shes flossing aggressively

He fucking? She was like ‘o you messed up once time to die’ lol

Why does high five wanna get into this fucking party so bad

He just called coffee edgy are you shitting me

HE CAN POINT BUT HE CANT FORM A FIST

‘theyll never find us down here’ bitch you just threw the fucking painting or whatever you were using to hide it

Also why is the Loser Lounge only accessible through blowing a hole in the wall of the Favourite Emoji place

Sweep so you won’t cry? What the fuck?

The eye animation on these foreground emojis make me Hate

#BLESSED

The meh I was meh-nt to be. no

IM SORRY ARE THEY WEARING THE FUCKING SKINS OF OTHER EMOJIS OR AM I MISSING SOMETHING

Im guessing the stormy one is the cloud.

What could a teenage boy possibly want to hide from his parents?

Why does this kid need to hide fucking illegally downloaded music? And viruses? And internet trolls? In a fucking fake-dictionary??

Couldn’t he just make a face when the bots are looking for him and they’ll think hes someone else.

Is this part just an ad for candy crush

If you’re over it TURN YOUR FUCKING SOUND OFF YOU MORON

She spat on Glasses Guy twice and then punched him. Chill.

Obvs. Kill me. Kill me in the face.

Why did she- sort of get all feministy and then have it ignored completely.

Is this an ad for youtube now.

Did his parents just get a fucking divorce.

Great highfive just ate his own vomit so that’s great.

I like the just dance lady. I think.

Theres literally no way he should have been able to get over to her. She should be dead.

Blushy hair push.

Slay.

Please don’t tell me they’re gonna try and make that a Thing

Oh my shes a princess what a shocker

Where the fuck did these bullshit murder robots even come from. And why the fuck do they need to dance and WHY THE FUCK CANT THIS STUPID KID TURN OFF HIS FUCKING SOUND.

Also that’s not how you delete an app.

Welp the only character I liked died and it wasn’t highfive.

Why does this fucker scream unnecessarily

I AM :D SO :DD ANGRY :DDDD

Poop joke number whatever

IM LIVING THE UPGRA A A A AAAAAAAAAAAADE!!! (im sorry bmc)

Sassy gypsy. Fuck you.

Oh cool an unnecessary cut to highfive

TURN YOUR FUCKING SOUND OFF YOU MORON ITS SO EASY

Oh look another brushed off feminist thing

Are they gonna fucking kiss I swear

ANOTHER CUT TO HIGHFIVE FOR N O REASON

Oh look the parents are back. Or the mum is at least.

Wow the dad has other emotions wow

God I fucking hate this movie. So much.

How the fuck did Jailbreak know that she had upgraded her bot

Let me guess it fucking grabs jailbreak and then they have to save her

Oh well that didn’t happen but they’re in the dropbox now and highfive vomited up a candycorn again

I’ll feed you answers that I DON’T KNOW

Highfive stop being such a bitch about handing over the answer

I wanna know where she got the fuckin wristband from

Ooo shade. Kill me.

Did she hack herself. She did didn’t she.

ARE YOU SERIOUS HE GOT HEARTBROKEN AND THAT’S WHAT MADE HIM MEH? FUCK YOU

Also the robot coming into the dropbox is bullshit and contradictory to what Jailbreak said and Im mad about it

Jailbreak please don’t give up your dreams to follow that fucking moron

She fucking called down the twitter bird.

You could say the malfunction is in his Genes.

Poop joke again

Callback to what he said before

WHAT FUCKING KID DELETES EVERYTHING OFF THEIR PHONE BECAUSE THEY DON’T KNOW TO TURN OFF THE SOUND.

Yo everyone just died but lets have an emotional speech

And a flashback montage

Okay but she should be fucking dead

ONE OF THOSE GUYS WHO CAN ACTUALLY EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS FUCK YOU

That isn’t how phones work

I hope he payed the lady for wastING HER FUCKING TIME

Wow everyone loves him now yaaaay

Oh b oy a fucking dance ending

Let me guess, emoji po- yep there it is

Of course theres the selfie

Okay but literally gene is the only emoji he needs. Hes the Alpha Emoji.

I hate this.

Its over.

I fucking hate this.

#avery mumbles #its over #i suffered through it and its over #avery watches the emoji movie #i hate this #i- feel like super empty inside?#its like a piece of my soul has been forcibly ejected from my Entirety #i need to go to bed and if i dream about emojis im just gonna log out of existence #goodnight everyone #i hate this so much

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therealestvc · 8 years ago

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OITNG chapter 9

Another piece of trash dropped in the can, Chloe thought when David said she was going to help him around Blackwell campus that she would catch criminals or stop fights. This isn't what she wanted to do. She picked up another piece of trash, sighing 'there are a million things I could be doing right now instead of this'. She thought back to the conversation she had last night with David and her mother. Her mother kept telling her how lucky she was that David cared about her because she would've been in jail. She rolled her eyes, that had been a lecture that she heard too many times. Making matters worse, she still hadn't paid Max, Rachel and Victoria their money. 'Maybe I could get some cash from Frank or Justin...but nah'. Sighing she had to find some way to get rid of her debts. She walked towards to the wooded area where it looked like a party had gone on. She picked up the empty beer cans and the joint wrappers,'this is hella fucking boring' as she went to pick up some chip bags, she stopped when she heard a familiar voice. "Oh, you are so cute when you crinkle your face like that." "That is incorrect." Wanting to closer look at the pair, she quietly tiptoed and peeked from behind a bush. Looking at the pair, it revealed to be Victoria and Max cuddling on a picnic blanket with a picnic basket by them. 'When did those two get together?', she thought watching Max toss a grape in attempt for it to land in Victoria's mouth. With the grape hitting Victoria square in the face. She crinkled her face at the impact of it. "See I told you look cute when you do that!" "Well, it is your fault Maxine" Victoria pouted with a pout that was sickening to Chloe. "Maybe...a kiss could make you feel better" Victoria nodded, Max reached forward and kissed Victoria's nose. Then she kissed her on her lips. Victoria started intensifying the kiss. "Wowzer" Victoria laughed at her comment. "I take it I'm a good kisser?". Max awestruck nodded back, "I think I need more practice though" she batted her eyelashes at Victoria. The pair started kissing again, Chloe got an idea about having to pay off her debt and thought 'hmm, if I take a picture then use it as blackmail then I'll only have to pay off Rachel!'. Taking her phone out of her pocket, she quickly flashed a decent picture of the pair kissing. Chloe heard the warden...David "CHLOE!!! COME HERE NOW SOLDIER!". Chloe stepped on a branch walking back to David, the crunch of the branch stopped the pair from kissing. They rushed to put their picnic supplies away...none of them wanted to be caught in fear of being outed to the student body. Blackwell was liberal when it came to the LGBT community, but they weren't ready to be out as a couple. They walked back to dorms. Walking back to dorms, they saw Chloe being chewed out by David for not picking up trash everywhere around campus. "Soldier! What did I tell you about the trash! You must eliminate every trash on this school campus! Repeat after me! I must get rid of every trash!" David barked orders at Chloe. "I must get rid of every trash, yeah yeah alright whatever...can I go now?" Chloe say rolling her eyes. She really had to show Rachel this. David dismissed her saluting...yes actually saluting, Chloe snickered at his gesture then texted Rachel hoping she would be at her dorm. Rachel said that she would be in her room in 20 minutes and for Chloe to just go there. Chloe walked up the stairs and headed to Rachel's room. She looked at Victoria's and Max's room, the pair were in their respective rooms. "Time for some fun". She plopped down on Rachel's couch, waiting for what seemed like forever in her mind for Rachel. She decided to rest in Rachel's bed, she was awoken with the hit of a pillow. "Get up chlobird!" Rachel said with her usual playful tone. Looking at her phone, the time went by quickly. Chloe stretched then pulled Rachel down with her. "Rach? I got something to show you" Chloe said after a while of laying there. She reached over to Rachel's bedside table to get her phone. She flipped through her pictures until she found the picture of Max and Victoria kissing. She showed Rachel who sat right up with a gasped look. "I-is that Max and Victoria?" Rachel stuttered out. Chloe mischievously grinned and nodded. Rachel saw Chloe's face then mouthed "you wouldn't" she had knew Chloe would do something stupid. She told Chloe to delete the picture, Chloe pouted then deleted the picture. "But I was gonna blackmail them so I didn't have to pay them money!" She cried. Rachel looked at Chloe like she was crazy. After the mall incident, she had promised Joyce and David that she would keep Chloe out of trouble. She was sure to keep that promise. "You can't blackmail people to get rid of your debts" Rachel berated Chloe. Chloe pouted more. "Come on, let's watch a movie....I'll let you pick this time" Chloe still pouted more but nodded. They watched final destination movies, all five movies Chloe stayed the night and the two cuddled. When it reached morning, her phone was blowing up with calls...all from David who was labeled as "stepdouche" in her contacts. Her phone rang again. It was David. She answered it. Phone call conversation David: soldier! Where are you!! I told you to be ready at 0900!!! Chloe: chill stepdouche im at Rachel's room..geez I'll be there soon stop being so paranoid. David: that was an order soldier! If you are not present in front of the school in 15 minutes then I will drag you out of her room! Over and out! End of call "Sorry Rach I gotta go step fuhrër is being paranoid again" Chloe kissed Rachel on her cheek then headed to the front entrance where David was waiting with the trash supplies. David spotted her...he instantly saluted towards her. She groaned then rolled her eyes. Faintly saluting back. "Another day...another boring ass trash clean up" she mumbled as she picked up the trash supplies. "What was that soldier!?" David barked. Chloe turned around, rolling her eyes "nothing!...sir" as she walked to pick up trash with her trash pointer stick. 'Just three years of this shit then I will be done'.

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Episode 7: I feel personally victimized - Luke

why are they abaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

also steffen or drew will win this season bookmark this.

I can't Beloeve

So glad to be back in the game! The amount of shock in the chat was awesome! Hahah I'm just glad I didn't get eliminated without receiving a single vote. Although I know I'll get one now!

First of all I feel personally victimized by the hosts for allowing people to come back. Next I feel personally victimized because Darian came back and he has reason to target me!!! Going forward I'm trusting Drew the most because I love him so much :) Ashley, Steffen and Jordan are also strong allies of mine. I want to target Darian next and then I want either Brian, Lily or Andrew out. Jordan should leave fairly soon too because he's a big threat and that means betraying him but I need to do what I need to do to win.

So I got some kick ass items at auction today. I got a Wildfire, which can reset a round and make all of our challenge results null so we have to do them over. I also got a ride on a dragon thanks to Steffen, even though we don't know about it yet. He got to choose two others to take with him and chose Drew and I, which I really awesome because I am starting to like Steffen a lot. Hopefully we can get closer in the upcoming days. I also got a turkey leg, which gives me an advantage in a challenge up to final five, so that is pretty chill too.

Darian and Lily coming back????? UGLY!!!! KEEP THEM!!!!!!!! But also like I'm rebelling more against the fact of HAVING two people come back than the reality of who they are. If two people were going to come back, they’re DECENT choices because at least they both like me? But they come with their own vendettas against other people I like and it’s a PROBLEMMMMMMM. Darian coming back means the tension between him and Luke is gonna come to a head sooner rather than later. And Lily wants to take out both Andrew and Steffen QUICK because of reasons. Meanwhile WHAT EXACTLY HAS MY ASS BEEN DOING???? Aligning with almost every damn person in the game! Jordan specifically said “i feel like were aligned with too many people at this point. Like we need to actually get on a side” and my internal monologue is laughing because I think I’m connected to even more than he is because I’m with Steffen too????

1. Me Ashley Jordan Darian 2. Me Ashley Luke Steffen 3. Me Ashley Andrew 4. Me Ashley Andrew Luke Jordan 5. Me Jordan Lily

I’m about one second away from starting one with Brian and Nic just for shits. And THEY’RE ALL FUCKING TARGETING EACH OTHER!!!! Luke and Steffen bonded on call over wanting Darian gone and have brought up Jordan’s name, Jordan and Lily want Steffen gone, Lily is PUSHING for Andrew to go and Jordan and I can only keep her at bay for so long, and LITERALLY NO ONE IS BRINGING UP BRIAN AND NIC TO GO like I’m about to upset a whole group of people really quickly. I think my best course of action right now, if Ashley would be open to it, would be to blindside Darian right the fuck back out. I need to convince Jordan that our five-person alliance (listed above as #4) is the most important thing in the world right now because it’s numbers after this vote. It’s also another alliance that I have with both Ashley and Jordan so if they’re on board for the Darian blindside, then we can do it without pissing anyone off. Except Darian but I mean whatever, it’s not like I have to see him at high school the next day (sorry Ashley!!!). And it keeps Luke happy, and I’m all about keeping Luke happy. And it might convince Brian and Nic that we’d go for Lily next and just cleanse the field, and honestly that’d be nice too.

This is my dream boot list, at least for now (subject to like 18,000 revisions so like take it with the entire container of salt that for some reason is a current Snapchat filter with the Morton’s wig and umbrella)

10th place: Darian, with the consent of Ashley and Jordan 9th place: Brian because whew comp strength 8th place: Steffen because I don’t know that I can hold Jordan and Lily off any longer on that one 7th place: Nic, to, in the words of Lord Voldemort, kill the spare 6th place: Andrew because he might not see it coming at that time? The kid has been to the Citadel so fucking much, I can’t 5th place and beyond I don’t fucking know yet??? That’s a really tough position to be in because everyone in that final five would potentially want to work to the end with me but they’re all also threats to win. Ashley has been a main co-conspirator since the very beginning for me, but walks in with at least Darian’s vote almost pre-destined. Jordan and I work well together and his reputation often works against him, but I honestly think this isn’t the jury that would hold that against him like Costa Rica did, and he would have Ben’s vote almost pre-destined. Lily’s story could go either way, in that she’d been voted out twice, she doesn’t deserve to win, or that she’s fought back in twice and made it to the end. Especially if people like Steffen and Jordan are on jury, that’s going to really resonate with them as people who have won buybacks and almost won with them before. Luke probably has the least amount of connections from that potential jury pool, but has a great story of being the only foreigner and needing to adapt to our schedules, staying up until 4-5am every night to participate with us when we’re at our most available. Steffen would really respond to that, having played seasons from Norway and understanding the struggle. Honestly I could end up with the worst case to present in any configuration of that five, but I’ll worry about that as we get closer because I think that’s the configuration that best LEADS to me getting to finals. I can argue my way through a lot of things, and if I lose, I lose, I’d be happy losing to any of them. This might be the strongest social game I’ve ever had?? Or I could be wildly delusional and other people have just as many chats with just as many leads and I don’t factor into anyone’s final plans. We’ll see, I guess

Pray for me, it’s gonna be a fucking bumpy ride.

So Steffen, Drew and I's dragon ride ended with me getting a vote revealer, Drew getting an advantage in a challenge of his choosing, and Steffen got a vote stealer. We all agreed to it and are now in a semi alliance. So this should be interesting.

So I won immunity yay :) Sam got mad at me cause she spent a long time making that challenge and I beat it in 8 minutes so i felt bad and decided to make an actual confessional. Shocking right? Anyways even if I didnt have immunity I think Im in a good spot? like okay, so i have a lot of alliances. I have one with Andrew Drew Luke and Ashley, one with Drew Ashley and Darien, One with Lily and Drew and then i sort of have an alliance with Nic. Meaning I am not aligned with Steffen, meaning ideally Steffen goes. lily told me she has the power to take away someones immunity so thats good that thats on my side. Either way, things are good for Jordan. First confessional done, dont expect another

me to jordan yesterday: lets vote out steffen lily to me today: i was thinking steffen for next tribal

ok sooo i do think steffen is a big threat and could win but i feel bad about voting him out cause im not invested in this game and idk if he is but he could win so i feel guilty if i vote him out and stay over him r . i. o. p. in peace

well well wel......... this is perfect. darian came to me wanting to blindside a threat so i said drew and now he's doing all the work to get drew sent home :o i spoke to steffen abotu it and hes good and darians gonna try to get andrew/brian/ashley so hopefully that works.

i have a really good feeling where this is the episode where my edit goes from INV to MOR3

HONESTLYYYYYYYYYYY disregard the boot list, scrap it, move on from it, delete the confessional, it NEVER. HAPPENED.

Lily has gone to Drew, Jordan, Darian and Ashley to try and get me out. Ashley and Darian came clean to me about it and now we’re sorting stuff out now. darian thing lets him see a random alliance chat don’t like it. Lily is after me, then Brian, then Andrew. Drew has an idol from the citadel so now we’re strategizing. trying to spill that Luke wanted Brian gone. Lily has Drew and Jordan but only Jordan. Nic has to vote Drew. Drew might have to self vote Brian has to vote lily Andrew will vote lily Darian votes Drew Steffen votes lily Ashley votes lily Lily votes SteffenJordan votes Steffen Luke votes TBA

so Luke came to me with Jordan tea about how now Jordan is voting me out well good job Lily I officially say you can choke now [17:46:00] Luke: So do we know what's happening yet?

[17:46:08] Jordan (Westeros): no one is talking [17:46:19] Jordan (Westeros): if i didn’t have immunity id be freaking out [17:47:15] Luke: That's why I'm freaking out!! [17:47:23] Jordan (Westeros): i want to target steffen tbh [17:49:39] Luke: Oh wow really? You think that could work? [17:49:49] Jordan (Westeros): i think we could potentially get the voes [17:49:51] Jordan (Westeros): votes

So screw you Lily, and Jordan next time you go behind my back, be a little more creative you little toad and as soon as Jordan tried to get me to vote out Andrew IM LIKE SURE but then sent those receipts to andrew also I might now have Luke voting out Lily

[11/30/16, 6:42:48 PM] Brian: [2016-11-30, 11:38:39 AM] Brian: have you heard anything about the vote today? [2016-11-30, 12:19:23 PM] Lily Owen: Yeah, people are planning on Steffen [11/30/16, 6:42:59 PM] Steffen Bøhn: oh yeah [11/30/16, 6:42:59 PM] Brian: [2016-11-30, 6:42:13 PM] Brian: so idk [2016-11-30, 6:42:13 PM] Jordan Pines: no one has said it to me [2016-11-30, 6:42:17 PM] Jordan Pines: ive heard steffen so far [2016-11-30, 6:42:22 PM] Jordan Pines: and i think thats where I’m leaning

I GOT BRIAN SENDING ME SHIT NOW AW HELL YAS

So I am terrified for this upcoming tribal. Some shit is going to go down. After the auction there are so many items in this game that I can't even keep my head straight.

So Darian got approached by Lily, who said she wanted to get Steffen out. She had this whole hit list and whatnot, and stupidly told Darian a lot of crap. So basically he comes to me and tells me everything. So now we are working with Steffen to try and find a solution... Hopefully all of this stuff is true, because if not, who the hell knows who is leaving tonight.

#youwinoryoudie

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