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liddolwhynot2000 · 4 years ago

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Unprecedented Reactions

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Summary: You were too busy kicking one of the drunk soldiers in the stomach to notice the way steel eyes flashed gratefully at you.

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Pairings: Levi/Reader

Genre: Romance, bad dream, death!, Soldier!Reader, Levi deserves happiness

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One second, you're pushing Levi out of the way of an incoming large hand and the other, everything goes black.

Only for you to wake up in your bed.

It was a nightmare, you were sure of that. It had taken you a little while to gather your bearings, but once you had, you hadn't been able to go back to sleep.

You laid back in bed, arms sprawled everywhere while being lost in thought.

Even if it had been real, it hardly mattered that you had died. You weren't some special soldier whose loss had had any impact, which is why you don't mind the idea of giving up your life for Humanity's Strongest Soldier. He's the one who will make a difference-you're a nobody. A poor orphan born in Wall Maria, who had been forced to enlist in her 20s to keep making a living.

You had considered joining the Garrison, but had decided that you had nothing to lose. No parents or friends to mourn you, no lover you would be leaving behind. There was nothing stopping you from at least doing what you could for humanity. As far as you're concerned, this way you die having given some meaning to your life.

And a part of you hopes that you die the way you had dreamed. If your death prevented Humanity from losing its most promising and powerful soldier, you would do it a thousand times over. You would save him in exchange for your own life and you feel sure that you wouldn't regret that decision one bit.

After all, could anyone ever regret saving the person they were hopelessly in love with?

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You never told Levi how you felt, feeling too shy.

You first met him when you had enlisted, only a few mere months after he had. You hadn't known the story behind him much, although the gossip mill had been rife with talks about it. You had seen him and his friends, walking around, keeping away from everyone. Approaching them hadn't crossed your mind, for you were too busy preparing for the upcoming expedition and trying to calm your nerves. It had been your first expedition.

It was only after that terrifying expedition ended that you realized Levi had returned alone, his companions absent from his side. There hadn't been any need to ask him what had happened, his pained expression had been explaination enough.

Later that night, he had shut himself in his room in the barracks. His absence at dinner indicated that he hadn't eaten anything, and against your better judgement, you decided to bring him some.

The door hadn't been locked, and once you had cautiously peeked in, you noticed him lying in the bed. He was facing towards the wall, wrapped in a blanket, and hadn't so much as shifted at sound of the door opening. Maybe he was actually asleep, or he was pretending so he wouldn't have to deal with anyone. You couldn't blame him.

You set down the tray as silently as possible. It had a bowl of soup, two loafs of bread and some ration bars you had found. Just as you moved to turn, you paused, catching sight of him again.

It was an internal battle, that raged on for what felt like hours but was really only a minute. While you could chance trying to talk to him, you sincerely doubted it would go well. You were a stranger and in the past few months, the only people he had even held small conversations with had been his friends. His superiors often got rude, one worded responses from him and friendly comrades had been terrified into silence with glares. You were more likely to piss him off then actually help him.

Resolving to yourself that the food was enough on your part, you quietly crept out of the room, determined to not disturb him.

Once you had shut the door, you sighed, feeling the exhaustion of today's events creep up on you. This was the price of joining the Survey Corps and sating your morals, losing people every expedition. This feeling of loss and despair would be your new constant.

Rubbing a hand on your forehead, you tried to soothe the headache away as you walked back to your room. You stopped short of turning in the corridor as you heard a group of soldiers.

'H-Hey did you see that midget from the underground?'

Your eyes narrowed and you found yourself leaning against the wall as you listened intently.

'Yeah. You see the nerve he has, locking himself up in that room like he's actually mourning. That fucker didn't even join for the cause'

You frowned as another voice joined in. They were all clearly drunk.

'Let's.. Let's teach that midget a lesson. I bet he's putting it on. He's just scum from the underground, he doesn't even belong here.'

You felt horrified as two other soldiers agreed with him. They had all unanimously decided to go wake up Levi up and taunt him about the death of his friends.

While you could agree that Levi clearly hadn't joined willingly, you felt that it was too cruel to go after him like this. Especially when he was already so heart broken.

You weren't the best soldier, but you could kick ass when you needed to. It may be three on one, but if the way their voices were slurring as they talked were to be considered, you had the advantage of not being a dumbass drunk.

As the soldiers came into your view, you rolled your sleeves up.

You were too busy kicking one of the drunk soldiers in the stomach to notice the way steel eyes flashed gratefully at you.

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You could never say you and Levi spent a lot of time together. The two of you had joined around the same time, but Levi had scaled the ranks much more quickly. He had, due to his outstanding skills, joined the most elite squad.

You had remained a mediocre soldier at best, and you were content with it. You didn't have an amazing titan kill count nor fists of steel like Levi, but you did whatever was assigned to you just fine. It was life you could even say you were proud of.

You had, much like the rest of your cormades, braced yourself for death. Any expedition could be your last. In fact, you often set out for expeditions expecting to never come back. Some sort of fate had been keeping you alive so far.

It was luck that kept you alive so far- and then it was Levi.

Levi had saved you from a titan during an expedition. You had been helpless, all out of blades. Your squad had been utterly annihilated and you had been in the midst of struggling as a large hand grabbed you and a titan opened its mouth to eat you.

It's why your dream is so hard to forget. It was earily similar to back when Levi had saved you. You would find yourself in that position again. A titan and it's hand tossing you in its mouth. And much like this time, Levi would be there too.

Except he wouldn't be the one doing the saving.

Back then, he had intervened at the speed of light and saved you. His expression had been as stoic as always, eyes scanning your form for injuries. Once he had found that you had no life threatening wounds, he had helped you up and back to HQ.

It had later made you blush, remembering how his strong arms had helped you settle on his horse with him.

That had been the start of your feelings for him. It hadn't just been the fact that he had saved you, it had been how gentle how he was with you. You had seen how he treated others, talking roughly, trying to be helpful in his own awkward way. He often physically kept away from others, but for some reason, he hadn't hesitated a second in touching you.

You knew better then to delude yourself that it was special treatment-but you couldn't stop your heart from fluttering anyways.

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The two of you never grew beyond anything but casual friends. You're sure that the dream you hadn't regretted dying for him. You, however, know for a fact that you had regretted being a coward and not telling him how you felt.

Now, here you are, very much alive and kicking. It is possible this was just the wishful thinking of a soldier destined to die. Its possible your dream has shaken you to the point of making rash decisions. But you don't care.

All your mind knows is that you aren't chomped in half. That you are well enough to walk up to Levi and talk to him. Dream or not, you want to tell him. You want him to know how he makes your heart beat in a way that no one ever had. You want to tell him that you harbour feelings for him that go beyond comraderie.

And most importantly, you want him to know that you want him.

It was a painful itch- one you won't be able to get rid of. Not until you fess up.

It doesn't matter that you're signing up for an absolute guaranteed rejection. It doesn't matter that you know he won't be nice about it. As far as you're concerned, the end goal isn't getting into a relationship. This is your shot at confessing, at amkigm sure you that you die without regrets.

No matter what the outcome, you know your feelings won't change. And that is what makes it easier for you to confess.

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You have been working with Levi for a solid five years now. You know him rather well, considering that he's one of the few comrades who, much like you, have miraculously lived through being in the survey corps for an unusual amount of time.

While others couldn't classify you as best buddies, you know plenty about each other.

You know that he made special graves for each comrade that lost their lives. He would take their insignia off their jacket as a symbol of their wills. You also know that he had started this tradition since Isabel and Farlan died. Every soldier, no matter how they behaved with him, had been included. You know this because you had caught sight of him in the middle of his task. And without a single word, you had picked up a shovel and joined him in his task.

Levi hadn't said a word to you, silently accepting your help. You had been too busy trying to even out the dirt with your foot to notice steel eyes flashing at you with fondness.

You know more about him then that too. And he knows about you as well. In particular, the two of you had picked up on how the other liked their tea. It was silent gesture, one where if either was nearby and making tea, there would be enough for two people. Hange had once tried to snag the extra cup of tea Levi had in his hand for you- only to find herself best friends with the floor.

You had learned how to live up to his cleaning standards-to the point you held the unprecedented position of being the one person he had never attacked for being a slob. It's wonderful feeling-being the special one he had never been harsh with.

You thought you knew him well. Enough to know his reactions to certain things and situations, enough to pin point how he was feeling at certain times.

So when you confess to being in love with him-you are forced to realize that you don't know this man as well as you thought you had.

The Levi you know was supposd to reject you brutally. He was supposed to harshly tell you to get your head out of the clouds and stop fantasising like a school girl. To get over your shitty feelings and leave him out of it.

But the Levi in front of you is different. He isn't pushing you away-no, his hands are grabbing your wrists and tugging you into an embrace. His forehead is resting against yours. Those steel eyes you had never quite caught expressing anything, are filled to the brim with affection.

You've been proven wrong and frankly, as his lip softly brush against yours, you're glad about it.

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A/N: Heyooo. don't know where this came from. This feels like a 'felt cute might delete later fic'. I hope it was enjoyable at least? I can see a part 2 for this from Levi POV but don't know if anyone even liked this, let alone wants a part 2.

Also ruins part 2 is half way done :)

#Levi x reader #Confessions #AOT #Attack on titan #Levi ackerman #Levi ackerman x reader #Levi deserves love

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lily-orchard-gossip-blog · 3 years ago

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A lot of Pokemadhouse's ideas are stolen from Random Doom. It's a Deviantart comic made by TamarinFrog about their trainer OC Elisa and her Pokemon. One of the Pokemon is a mischievous Mismagius named Edna that likes to cause problems for everyone else. Sound familiar?

That's the name of the comic!!!

I coudn't rember what it was for the life of me. But yeah, I remeber reading it and finding the two characters earily similar.

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trappedinyellow · 3 years ago

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A version of SpringTrap shuffles along, limping like he wasn't used to walking in the suit yet. Upon closer inspection, one would find that the decaying body inside the old spring bonnie suit was smaller than it should be, almost like a teenager was trapped inside rather than an adult. Slowly and creakily looking up, the animatronic eyes met the face of someone he recognized. "Wil-William." He spoke, the voice glitching as it struggled to speak. "C-C-C-Come t-t-t-t-to see y-your son suffer-suffer more?" The voice sounding earily similar to Michael's voice after the unfortunate bute of '83 that claimed his younger brother's life.

William stared for several long minutes trying to process what he was seeing. "Michael? Is that you son?" He asked taking a few steps towards his poor boy. Spring Bonnie too big for a young teenage Michael and his movements would have easily triggered the springlocks if the poor condition of the suit hadn't simply failed on it's own.

"God Michael... Is there not a single universe were you don't end up in such a state?" He sighed before deactivating the illusion disk and making his way over to his son. "How long have you been wearing it? I'll see if I can remove the locks. That will at least lessen the pain but chances are your body is fused with the suit and I'll have to modify it to fit you better." William stated as if he fussing over his son trying to wear a business suit of his that would merely need to be tailored to a smaller body. It was the sort of fussing care a teenage Michael would be unused to, at least in his universe.

#Post Security Breach #Mike!Trap Verse #Multiversal Ballpit shenanigans #Restored Spring Bonnie w/ illusion disks #michaeleggsbenedictafton

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shootingcookielover · 4 years ago

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Here you go!

Inspired by this post from @transformationloveb

Being a celestial had it's pros and cons. A lot on either side stemmed from the other celestials, if he was being honest. Some also came from the humans down below, but they were barely significant.

Over the eons he had lived, Logan had seen a lot, learned a lot - his domain was knowledge, after all. Knowledge of any kind.

The forgotten knowledge had always irked him; as it was forgotten he could never quite get a grip on it, unless he'd directly learned it from some kind of source.

Over time his friends had decided to leave, one by one, their functions obsolete and their souls heavy.

Roman was the first to go.

Logan remembered Roman; of course he did. He couldn't have told you what Roman had been in charge of - he'd never been directly told, after all.

But he could have told you about how Roman's smile could lighten a room, how his dramatic nature would even drive the stoic and aggressive Virgil to crack up.

How Roman regularly visited the humans, declaring the middle ages as his favorite time period. How he had refused to shed his human disguise so he could wear that ridiculous prince outfit.

Logan could have told you about Roman's eyes, red as ruby. They'd always looked like a tiny fire was caught inside of them, burning forever and yet...

It had gone out.

Roman had left behind a gigantic hole in the circle of celestials, cracks spreading through their relationships.

It was no surprise that Remus was to follow Roman suit. The two had been, for lack of a better word, twins. Their powers intertwined. Their thought processes earily similar.

Remus was everything Roman wasn't, yet they were the same, somehow.

Remus had loved the middle ages as much as Roman had; albeit for different reasons. He would sport the plague doctor mask whenever he showed up in human form - a rarity for Remus. He preferred sticking to more formless things, things uncomprehensible to a human mind.

Or something with lots of tentacles and eyes. Eyes that shone like emeralds, the fire trapped inside all-consuming, burning upside-down.

Like his brother, Remus was dramatic. He was loud and disruptive.

Not with shakespearian poetry or songs.

No, with crude remarks and cruel explanations. Sentences so filled with rot, it made Virgil shiver in his boots.

Virgil.

The third to go.

Celestial in charge of fear - among other things Logan couldn't get a grasp on.

Virgil had been aggressive and odd - not quite in the way Remus was odd, but somewhat similar, perhaps.

The celestial had preferred ro sneak about, never making a sound to announce himself. He had slunk through the shadows, leaving mortals to only catch faint glimpses of him.

His preferred form was a human-spider hybrid, though he had stopped adding the spider features once he became aware of Patton's fear of spiders.

The side was aggressive and competitive and, while not necessarily rational, he was a good partner for debates. The way he would talk and present his case; so matter-of-factly as if everything he said was automatically truth.

Logan knew that was incorrect, but it was still impressive.

Virgil had had eyes like oceans. Deep and blue and seemingly endless. There was something terrifying about them; something that reeked of horror and decay, but they had been so beautiful in the right light.

Logan remembered how their surfaces would ripple, waves running along their surface. He remembered the waves getting bigger and more out of control the angrier Virgil was. Remembered how it looked like Virgil was crying whenever it happened.

Patton was always the first to cheer Virgil up, the first to wrap the celestial in a blanket.

He would regularly scold everyone for being mean - although he had a bit of a favoritism problem.

Logan had loved him anyaway; loved them all.

Loved how Patton had tried again and again to cook until he was banned from the kitchen. Loved how Patton would smile over the simplest things, would dote over a dog like it was the center of the universe.

Loved the way Patton presented himself; a human, alwaysa human. Face soft and freckled, hair curly and red, glasses thick and round. He'd always worn the same blue shirt and, more importantly, the cat hoodie Logan had given him once.

Always had it tied around his shoulders.

Logan especially loved Patton's eyes. They were bright blue like a sunny sky, clouds drifting through without pause.

On the rare occasions Patton got mad, a cluster of stomrclouds would gather in his eyes. Lightning would crack and the distant rumble of thunder would be heard.

None of them quite knew how to calm Patton down during his rare bursts of anger, none but...

Janus. The last one here, the last one with Logan.

Janus was beautiful; he couldn't have been described any other way. No matter what form he took, he remained sly and elegant.

Magnificent, yet sharp-tongued.

Whenever he would show his human disguise, scales climbed the left side of his body. They would reflect light in the most wonderful of ways.

His eyes would look different, always different from one another.

The right one was friendly and easy; yet vicious without reason, much like an herbivore. People tended to approach it more, not knowing of the hidden danger it held. The other eye was dangerous, dangerous like a carnivorous animal; as long as you left it alone, it would leave you alone, too.

Logan loved the way Janus' eyes synced up, sometimes, to display the dual nature of omnivores. It was one of the best sights Logan knew.

It was rare and only happened when Janus was truly, truly happy and content with himself.

It was a rarity due to Janus' many jobs. He was talented in so many things, he could barely keep track of them.

Logan could.

He could tell every single thing Janus was responsible for - animals, honesty, deceit, thievery, messages, travel, duality, past, present, future, to name a few.

Because Logan was the celestial responsible for knowledge. All knowledge.

What humanity knew, he knew. What humanity forgot? He forgot.

Mostly. Things he had experienced himself, he didn't forget. He couldn't. They were the foundation of his existence.

He was grateful for that, grateful he could remember every single, wonderful moment he'd lived through with his fellow celestials.

Sometimes Logan wondered how Janus would describe him.

He would imagine Janus' smooth, soothing voice, talking about the nebula in Logan's eyes, the stars littering his sclera. Imagined Janus drawing parallels between Logan's night and Patton's day.

Imagined the sad look settling deep onto Janus' features at the reminder.

Felt his own melancholy as he thought back, back to when they were all there, together. Happy.

Sometimes Logan took a page from humanity's book (figuratively) and sat alone, imagining a life after death. A life where all of them could be together again.

Logan knew it was utter nonsense, but somehow it made him happy nonetheless.

Logan sighed.

"It's time, isn't it?", Janus' voice was much more beautiful and melodic than Logan could ever imagine.

He'd never been good at imagining things anyway, that had always been more the twins domain.

It was time for them to leave. Logan had seen everything and Janus, Janus didn't do well alone.

Logan might have felt guilt for dragging Janus along with him, hadn't he seen that look in the other celestial's eyes.

That deep-rooted loneliness and pain, the ache that settled deep in his soul with each loss he had to endure.

Janus was only still here for Logan's sake. It made him almost feel like he was doing Janus a favor.

He took the other celestial's hand, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Yes.", he agreed, "It's time to rest."

#sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #celestial au #I guess #suicide #i guess??#I'll add it to be safe

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myinnerdemons-inverted · 5 years ago

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Can you post a short story of where the purge happens once a year, how does inverted Ava and her crew deal with this. Assuming that It lasts for a full day and that it only lasts within a certain cities boundaries and that this year its ava's city

(Before I start I want t say I’M SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I’VE BARELY HAD MOTIVATION TO WRITE RECENTLY AND THIS HAS BEEN HAUNTING ME IN MY ASK BOX FOR MONTHS NOW I PROMISE I DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT IT! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!) (Also, I’ve never seen any of the Purge movies so I’m sorry if I get anything wrong, I’m just going off of what I know, which is that everything is legal)

At first, the boys were confused, mainly on why Ava was covering all of her windows and boarding up her door. The moment the sirens sounder was when fear set in.

“Ava, what’s happening?” Asch asked, he seemed calm but the panic in his voice gave away his thoughts.

“Make that fucking blaring stop!” Rhys shouted, covering his ears.

“I forgot to tell you!?” Ava asked. Like the others, she was panicked. “It’s the Purge!”

“The what?” Rhys asked, he was more annoyed than anything.

“It’s in my city this year!” Ava said, still hammering away at the wooden board that’s blocking her door, “Basically, there are no laws for a full day! Which means there will be people running around, breaking into places and maybe killing people and I’m too young to die!”

“Wait,” Rhys said, “So we can go out and cause as much damage as possible and have no consiquences?” His grin was manic, and he reached for his gauntlets that held their place on his belt.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Ava said, “None of us are! We’re staying here until it’s all over!”

“Hell no I’m not!” Rhys shoved his way past Ava and pried the door open. “I’m off to level this city! Don’t try and stop me!” With that, he equiped his gauntlets and ran down the hall, smashing through the nearest window and jumping out. There were already sounds of gunshots in the distance.

Asch bit his bottom lip, “I’m going after him,” he announced, “You three, protect Ava.”

“Right!” Pierce saluted.

“O-of course,” Leif said, still shaken up.

Noi only nodded.

“I’m counting on you,” Asch smiled before running out the window after Rhys.

“Stay safe!” Ava called out. She closed the door once more.

Pierce then came up with Ava’s couch hoisted above his head, she didn’t even notice that he went back to get it. He placed it up against the door. “That’s should do! Humans aren’t strong enough to move couches, right? Maybe if there were enough of them? But what if—“

Leif placed a hand on Pierce’s shoulder to silence him.

“Sorry,” Pierce said. The questions would still bug him, but he could keep those thoughts to himself for now.

Leif then walked over to Ava, placing a hand on her shoulder as well, “It’ll be alright, Ava,” he assured, though he was more talking to himself.

“I know I’ll be fine with you guys here but... what about everyone else? My friends? The seniors who live here? They’ll be okay, right?”

Ava leaned her head into his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing circles on her back, “They’ll be fine, okay? Everything will be alright. You said this would only last a day, right? It will be okay?”

Leif was always the go-to when you seaked some kind of comfort.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Leif said, though in all honesty he wasn’t sure. He just hoped that no one would be killed.

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Rhys wasn’t hard to spot out, all Asch had to do was follow the large explosions and manic laughter and he would find he knight in no time, right?

Oh, how wrong he was. Those types of things were going on everywhere. How could such a place devolve into such chaos so quickly? And in broad daylight nonetheless? Why? Why would such an event as this exist.

It would be bad to call out to Rhys directly, it would give himself away soo easily, and if Rhys heard him he would just run in the other direction.

The cocking on guns caught him off guard for a second. He turned around and saw maybe five or six people with weapons pointed at him.

“A pretty boy like yourself shouldn’t be out here,” one of them said. Asch had hidden his horns already, so that wasn’t why he was being targeted.

Asch sighed before swiping his hand in a horizontal motion, sending a wave of water crashing into the group before they could respond, sending them flying into a nearby building and letting the crumple to the ground. They were only unconscious, thankfully, but they might need to check for head injuries later. “My apologies,” Asch muttered before setting back out to find his knight.

Asch normally wasn’t one to get annoyed, but this, such as finding a needle in a haystack, would be a pain.

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Sounds of gunshots and other noises of destruction echoed thoughout the city and made it to Ava’s appartment. She sat on the floor, knees huddled close to her chest. Noi sat next to her as well, but he didn’t do much else to comfort her.

The three knights had their weapons at the ready, Pierce with his longsword, Leif with his rapier, and Noi with his dagger.

So far, nothing had happened. The appartment was earily silent, no one even dared to breathe too loud.

A bang at the door broke the silence. Then another. And another. They were loud crashes, the wood threatening to splinter under the weight, like the person was ramming their while body at the door

The knights took a fighting stance. The door then splintered, a man tumbling through the top half of the door and over the couch.

The knights stood in front of Ava, ready to guard her.

The man looked up at them, his eyes were dialated and red, sunken into his skull, definitely due to some drug.

“Pretty lady,” he slurred, getting to his feet.

Pierce was the first to spring into action. He reared his sword back over his shoulder, but instead of slashing the man he struck him with the butt of the sword’s handle, knocking him out.

Suddenly, another man came from seemingly nowhere, with the same drugged out look in his eyes. He raised what looked like a machete and tried to swing at Pierce, only for Leif to step in and parry the attack.

They all looked back over to the hole in the door, where more of these drugged up maniacs crawled through the opening.

Great, a bunch of idiots decided to go through this mess while high.

Noi was still with Ava.

There were now at least five men drugged up out of their minds in her appartment.

Pierce quickly took out another one, using the same technique he used to take out the first.

Leif disarmed another by swiping the pistol out of his hands with the tip of his blade and using a similar move as Pierce to knock him out.

One had charged at Noi, swiping a metal baseball bat at his head. Noi ducked, dodging the feeble attack easily before sinking his dagger into the man’s gut.

While this was happening, one of them had made their way to Ava, knocking her on her back and straddling her waist as he held a butcher knife above his head.

Before he can strike, however, a blade pierced deep through his neck from behind.

The blade was pulled out and the man’s knife clattered beside her. Noi caught the man as he fell forward before he fell onto Ava and tossed him aside. He helped a stunned Ava back up to a sitting position.

Leif stood in front of her, tears flowing down his face, blood coating the tip of his blade. He let out a shaky, “I’m so sorry...” before dropping to his knees.

When Pierce finished dealing with the rest of them he ran over to the others, joining them on the floor before wrapping his arms around the three of them. Ava and Leif were crying and Noi was as blank as ever, though he did wrap his arm around Pierce’s back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Pierce repeated over and over.

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Asch had finally found Rhys. How long had it been? Five hours? He knows it’s definitely been way too long.

“Rhys!” Asch called out to him.

Rhys, who was standing on a pile of rubble, rolled his eyes, “What do you want?” His hands were still smoldering.

“I want to take you back to Ava’s appartment. Haven’t you done enough?”

Rhys laughed, “What? I’m just getting started! I’m not stopping now!”

“You are, Rhys. This is an order.”

An order? Asch never ordered them to do anything unless it was important.

“Why should I?” Rhys crossed his arms, his gauntlets clanking against each other.

“Someone has to clean this all up, right?” Asch gestured to the destruction around them, “if you destroy everything it will never look the same again. We’ve walked down this street so many times, remember? The mall is right down there.” Asch pointed down the road. “You want to walk down this road with Ava again, right?”

Rhys clenched his fists, “I hate it when you’re right.” He leaped down fro the pile to Asch.

“Let’s get home, alright?”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “I’m only listening to you because you’re still my prince or whatever.”

Asch smiled, of course.”

~~~

The rest of the day was uneventful. Noi had tossed those men’s bodies out the window and onto the street. A bunch of dead bodies was enough to ward off anyone with a braincell from entering.

During the night everything had gotten louder, preventing any of them from resting, like they would eve dare to during this time.

Eventually, the announcement was made.

The Purge was over.

#the ending is so bad but this was already too long #again I’m sorry for how late this is #Miammey has no idea how to write the purge #enjoy your burrito #aphmau #inverted my inner demons #aphmau my inner demons #my inner demons inverted #my inner demons #my inner demons aphmau #my writing

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crazygingerwitch · 6 years ago

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History Class Today

In History class we were talking about the US/Mexico War and Manifest Destiny. The similarities between that time and today sounded earily similar.

Calhoun was against the annexation of Texas and other territories then apart of Mexico. But not for chivalrous reasons. He argues that the natives were not able to be integrated into society die to their barbaric ways. Those for the war argued that because they were so barbaric they had a duty to expand their country to help these uncivilized people.

After the US gained about half of the Mexican lands. Settlers began to colonize these areas, and squatted on the lands of those who had already lived there. The US demanded proof that these people owned the land. They had to travel all the way to Mexico City to get the documents, and when they returned the squatters had started building houses there. So the original owners hired lawyers.

But to pay the lawyers, they had to sell their lands, the ones they were trying to prove were their own. Their Manifest Destiny also drove the Native Americans out of their land in the name of progress.

I don‘t know guys. I just feel like we keep doing the same things over and over and I hate it! Then in history class we recognize it‘s wrong but then we never do anything about it to improve ourselves in the future. I want to be better than that. And I believe that we can.

#history #lessons #history lesson #moral of the story

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lunatic-fandom-space · 3 years ago

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That fucked up lil 'mhhnm' noise Vector just made sounded earily similar to the noises Im making as Im watching this and idk how to feel about that

#luna liveblogs ygo #luna liveblogs zexal #japanese dub

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medleyofswag · 7 years ago

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You know those videos of [ first kisses - social experiment ] between strangers on YouTube? There are a million of’em so this link is just a random one.

Well I really like’em and I imagiened Sam and Rafe in one while I made this edit. So. Naturally. I drabbled it- hope ye dig!

Safe as Strangers.

A sweet woman pointed him toward a spot in front of lights and cameras. There were soothing tunes in the background, which accompanied the two shots of rum nicely, to calm his nerves. If you’d ask him this very moment why he’d sign up for this experiment, he couldn’t say. Some extra merit, some experience, something different? Who knew.

If you ask him why now, about five seconds later, he wouldn’t know what to say becuase he simply didn’t care. A tall man, ruggedly handsome, brown-haired, frankly gorgeous stranger walked up to stand with him in front of the cameras where they were to be recorded. Or already were being recorded that very moment. Who knew, who cared, look at this man.

A minute of staring seemed appropriate enough, and he stuck a hand out for the stranger to take. Who eagerly took it. Cool. “Hi, I’m Raphael. Or, Rafe.” The smile wouldn’t stop pushing up, so who was he to try and push it down. “Hey. Hi Rafe, I’m Samuel. Or Sam.” The handsome stranger mirrored, displaying pearly whites.

“Hi Sam” Rafe let his smile loose, then.

Another second passed. His hand was so warm. Comfortable.

“You’re very tall.” The smaller man observed intelligently, chuckling with nervous waves in the sound, he started letting go of the other’s hand reluctantly. Sam all but wheezed with similar nervous levels. “Thank you, yes, I’ve grown all by myself.” Both grinned and shuffled slightly, seemingly unable to stand the hell still. Rafe knew exactly what he was doing there. He was there to be recorded while kissing a stranger and see what happaned. He knew, yet it struck him just then that this handsome length of hunk was who he had been assigned to kiss. He watched Sam looking at him, seeming equally aware. And equally pleased. Cool. Cool.

“So…” Rafe smiled still, while pushing his hands in his own back-pockets, tilting his head to the side. “Ever kissed a guy before?” He swayed a little back and forth forming his lips into a line. Sam chuckled shyly before pulling a hand up to scratch his neck. “Ah, well uhm, yeah. I dated a guy. Long time ago.” He shrugged at the information. He didn’t think that telling this, earily beautiful stranger that he usually only had flings and one-night stands and that his relationship-count could amount to about, three serious ones.

“It was actually the first guy I came out to as bisexual, and uh..” He clicked his tounge, glancing from his shoes to Rafe. “Yeah, we were pretty young. It was good, but he moved away.” He felt like every word came out flimsy and like this story had no relevant red string what so ever. Might be the very mezmering, distracting eyes, gazing at him curiously. “I get that.” The shorter man suddenly acknowledged, nodding.

“I came out to my best friend, as gay” He gestured toward himself as if self-explanaroty. “who replied with ‘me too’, though she’s a girl, so nothing more exciting happaned with that info.” He huffed a laugh. The tall man chuckled deeply, giving a few nods of his own. This guys was so easy to talk to. Huh.

“Uh, so, uh,” Sam fumbled a little. He turned to some of the crew, just a couple that payed attention to them, while the rest went around and about doing stuff to make the situation feel more natural. “How uh,” Sam held a thumb toward Rafe to gesture between them. “How much are we allowed to talk? I mean, do we ruin it if we talk to much?” One of the people behind the camera simply shaked their head and waved toward them, telling them to have at it, let it feel natural.

“So, it’s your first time in a.. stranger’s experiment too, I’m assuming?” Rafe continued, pulling up his hands, clapping them a little. “Uh yeah, yeah I- I mean I’ve met a lot of people, strangers, through work, which involves documeting a lot, but uhm,” He threw a look towards the machines filming them. “This is very different.” He huffed in laughs again. “Yea, I know what you mean. I meet strangers for a living but..” He dropped his hands to his thighs, smacking lightly.

Sam suddenly watched him with wider eyes, something looking like shock. Then it hit Rafe, who threw a hand up to his mouth to cover it in realization. “Oh god.” He muffled through the fingers. Sam started showing teeth again in an slowly-growing amused manner. Both of them felt blood rushing, faces easily heating and giggles hard to surpress when minds flew head-first towards innuendos in the company of a stranger.

“I’m in antique-sales business,” Rafe voice pitched, sounding defeated. “I mean I meet a lot of strangers and I have to find a bond with them in order to- I, oh my god” He flailed with both hands while speaking, though giggling the whole time, hands eventually stopped to rest and cover his whole face.

Samuel looked down at the smaller man shaking in snickers, adapting the happy shaking to his own shoulders too, his arms hanging at his sides until they moved up to cross his ribs. “I mean, I suspected but I don’t actually judge, so” His grin left his jaw ajar after speaking. Rafe dared to look up, and let go of his face. He sniffed and wiped under an eye. “Well that’s great, becuase I’m making a great impression here.” Even if he had been working in any type of escorting business, that would be a weak way to introduce it. The taller looked at him still grinning. Expression full of fondness. Rafe let his hands stay under his chin, fingers twirled together, looking up at Sam.

He cleared his throat, licked his lips.

“So uh, what do you do?” He let his hands fall down, fingers still twirled. “Well, Hey- ironic,” Sam gave him a look and his mouth made small smack after swallowing. “I’m somewhat of an archaeologist, not fully-licensed yet, but finding antique stuff isn’t unusual for me.”

Rafe let a looped grin fall into place. Meeting someone his won age who understood anything at all about his own work was extremely rare. “Wow.” He managed. “Yeah, I… I’ve been doing it, pretty much my, uh, whole life. It kinda runs in the family.” Sam managed to continue, a little lost of words from looking back at Rafe like that. Rafe tore his eyes away eventually and threw a look to the crew again, then tried whispering. “..you think they did this on purpose?” He gave the taller a suggestive look, pointing inbetween them. “Well to be fair, I really wouldn’t mind if they did, either way.” Sam raised a brow in a suggestive look of his own. It made the shorter snort lightly. “Me neither.”

They shuffled and fidgeted a little more. A little lulled from the high of letting a stranger know they were allowed to kiss you. A stranger who made you feel safe, for some reason.

“Uh, am I allowed to ask how old you are?” Rafe suddenly looked puzzled. “Not that it matters, but uhm, curiousity.” “I think so,” Sam threw a look to the people around but noone payed any real attention to them right now. “I’ll be a rebel and tell you anyway,” Sam winked, which made Rafe’s face tint a little. “I actually turned 30 last month.” Sam let his under-lip push a little pout, unintressted in his own age. All he recieved at first was a blank face at that. It took Rafe a moment. “I don’t know wether to congratulate you or call you a liar, 30, really?!” Rafe looked next to bewilired. “You look like 26, atleast.” He shook his head in disbelief. Sam threw him a side-look. “Is it a compliment if I say you look about 26, too?” Sam leaned back a little and made a braced face, cranking a wink. The other man just snorted again. “Yeah, why not. I’m almost 25, so looking older than I am is still kind of a sexy thing. Or irrelevant, you know, whichever.” He shook his head again, not actually minding who thought he looked like what.

“Almost 25 huh, I’d say 'that’s a great age’ but that makes me sound like 60, so..” The taller ended with a 'pffft’ sound.

The shorter man made a face at him, smile reaching his eyes. “That is kind of a grampa-thing to say.” “My little brother does more-or-less call me a grampa.” He frowned, shifting from looking at Rafe to the roof in thought. Rafe chuckled again, it was a great sound. Beautiful. It made Sam look at him with that fondness again, grinning in success for helping that sound leave those lips.

And he kept looking. Rafe looking back. A beat went by.

“Your laugh is amazing-” “Your eyes are gorgeous-”

Both stopped in their tracks, catching up what the other had said and broke out in grins. Rafe tilted towards the floor again.

The taller man licked his lips and moved to take a hold of Rafe’s hand. His thumbs caressed softly. The action made the younger look up. Sam met his eyes with much more intent now. Not that he hadn’t been watching him carefully this whole time, but his eyes held a deeper meaning suddenly. He was visibly leaning. There’ wasn’t any confusion to being here. He knew what he was looking for, what he was doing. He was on a mission, searching. “You know you’re eyes are, insane.” He announced in realization. “Like- stunning. Insanely stunning.” Mission complete. Now he’s free to admire his finding. In fact, finding it impossible to look away.

Rafe looked like he’d just seen a star fall for the first time. Or a winter-wonderland. Or a red moon. Or a clear double-rainbow in a rainforrest or something equally amazing to put him in awe.

He inhaled, taking a step closer. It caused Sam to streach his back up again, and it almost entirely closed their distance, just half a foot remaining inbewteen them.

Air started to come a little shorter.

Rafe reached slowly toward the older stranger.

“Uh, I,” Rafe whispered, a hand hovering over Sam’s ribs. The latter reached in return towards Rafe’s hips, guiding him to come closer. In response Rafe did, and let his own hands rest on each side of Sam’s ribcage.

The shorter man let out a little sound when their bodies nudged. The scent of cologne, something like gasoline from a vehicle and a hint of smoke suddenly very strong. Very alluring.

“Do you, uh…” Rafe tried again, looking down to the man’s colorbones. The hands on his hips were gentle. Inviting. Distracting.

“You smell very good.” Rafe finally breathed. Finally daring to look up at him again. Sam met Rafe’s eyes. “So do you.” He tossed a glance to his lips.

“I really wanna kiss you.” He said quietly. Voice steady. A beat. “Kiss me.” The other whispered.

His tummy felt tight from fluttering. That exciting kind, like when the roller-coster is about to send you flying down after feet upon feet of rolling upward.

Sam leaned in. By instinct eyelids closed just before the first touch. Almost nothing but a tickle, followed a second later by a soft, gentle push.

The flutters in Rafe’s tummy released into a million pieces, now all bouncing around in there.

He inhaled through is nose. One of his hands automatically pulled up instead, behind Sam’s head, holding his breath until he felt the taller man move again. The kiss pulled off slightly, lips never completely parting before pushing close again. A tounge carefully pecking, as if asking if a visit was okay. Rafe parted his lips along with his own tounge darting forth in search of the new companion.

Sam made a sound when they met.

He tasted sweet, but not too sweet. A tad bit of coffee. A hint of ciggarette and, something minty or citrus-y. Maybe from gum.

Bodies pressed closer, movements grew more freely, quiet grunts and breaths let out. Sam held Rafe tighter around his back when the kissing resulted in Sam practically dipping him. The following kisses lingered. They slowed down. Parting to get air became essential eventually. Even if they didn’t part more than an inch or two at first. They stood up properly, still flushed close together.

Maybe they were shaking a little. Maybe their shaky breathing gave it away. Maybe they would need a moment, or several, before they could fully part.

“… uhm.” Rafe breathed. “So,” Sam started, smiling lazily, dazed from the man in his arms. “Call me?” Rafe asked with a hopeful tone. All inhibitions be damned. “Friday?” Sam lit up brighter than a ray of summer sun. “Yeah!” Rafe nodded, pleased and excited.

Flutters going wild in his chest.

In retrospect, if the whole studio had gone quiet or not during their encuonter, the two men who’d been recorded would never be able to answer. Atleast that’s what they told them three years later in an interview for the experiment-partaking couples who are still dating.

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years ago

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BET

If you've just watched the anime, I get this perspective. And I won't spoil anything, BUT, in the manga it takes great care in telling Shigaraki's story and its really good. I really love it.

I wouldn't go so far as to say he's kind, BUT, he isn't a psychopath. I am a firm believer that he's an Anti-Hero. He's very much a victim of abuse and grooming and his current ark is him overcoming that and growing as a person.

ALSO, if you take the time to analyze what he preaches, it sounds earily similar to a modern ACAB speech. The story is objectivley told from the hero's perspective and they are NOT reliable narrators.

I think Shigaraki is a beautiful character that examins the complexities of mental health in an unforgiving world made even more unforgiving by super heroes who abuse their power. My favorite moment in the recent ark is when Endeavor tells him he has no conviction, and then he proceeds to call Endeavor out for being an abusive father because he's a hero who also cares about himself.

In conclusion,

just saw someone say ‘shigaraki is actually a very kind person! hes not even really a villain at all’ it’s not kind to blow up the entire world while making concessions to some of your buddies cause they was all ‘wait but we’d blow up too’. its not kind to corner a 10th grader in a mall and threaten to kill pedestrians if he struggled for his life. its not kind to work with the literal master of crime on the PLANET. bakugo had buddies he treated well in middle school, did that make him kind? y’all crazy. this dude needs to be dead. stat.

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bhintatta · 5 years ago

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Omegle Tales

Thanks Kartik for A2A

Qurantine proved to be the the the reason which made Omegle, once again the go to site for bored ones around the globe.

Warwrick Maths Professor- I expected this guy to be some teenage nerd, it’s not that common to find people with interest as ‘maths’. I opened up with Maths is gay, this guy didn’t say anything. I tired to seem smart by throwing some words like ‘you know complex analysis and group thory huh’, fella replied with ‘lol, who doesn’t’.

Later he mentioned he’s a professor at Warwrick University, he was realy into maths and entered college when he was just 17 (I did the same but I’m dumb). Ahter this basic introduction we talked about 3Blue1Brown, Numberphile, ZachStar (Major Prep) and other similar ones. Especially about 3Blue1brown’s video in which he plots the graph of COVID-19, algorithm and his approach.

Later he explained a better algorithm, he helped his students to design at University. I didn’t get most the things he was talking about but I kept humming along, pretended like it was obvious ‘yeah, that one is better hmmm’.

I got bewildered in buzzwords which I dropped earilier to look not complete outsider from the mathematical realm.

In the end he asked ‘You wanna keep in touch?’

Damn, that was a shit load of ego boost.

We talk about Modi on discord sometimes (okay, once).

E-Thot

After getting tired of bots spamming me to join their discord servers and “M27 horny” incel fellas, I changed my interest tags and bumped into this fellow Indian warrior who was in search of SeXtiNg. Then I reavealed that I trolled him becuase he was getting virtual BJ from a straight guy. #Mr.Prankster

This guy could feel the resentment and fear of dying virgin from my replies, he turned out to be omegle equavalent of Actor Varun Pruthi for me.

After some deep conversations like asking about my dick size and reason for being virgin, he gave me a proposal I couldn’t turn down. He turned sherlock mode on and started planning how we would execute this mission impossible 7.

It was time to explore my feminine side, I became his bi-sexual friend and he added me into a group chat and introduced me to this nymphomaniac. The dots started to connect, everything was connected, my dick size became my identity.

Objectification of women was an alien concept for me but now it wasn’t.

The first text popped up in chat ‘Do you suck a lot of dicks?’

Yup, that’s how the mafia works. I tried to ignore gay vibes and defended my masculinity by proclaiming myself as “Top”, followed by ‘squiddle my diddle’ to elucidate my intentions about what I was looking for.

I tried to act like a player and DM’d her, expecting some lame reply. Still I don’tknow why but she started speaking french, I mean c’mon. I can’t even speak english properly and you are flaunting your french. But I didn’t say anything, she was enjoying pussy-privillage.

Hardly two minutes passed and she sent ‘show me’.

Okay, that was quick, even our Indian boys don’t ask for bob-pics this much fast. *Incoming video call* adrenaline and cortisol nibbas rushed into blood, anxity bar was full . What if there’s some guy just trolling me or it’s a scam where she’ll record and blackmail me. I’m aware that no girl would want my nudes when they have unlimited supply of unsolicited dick pics but still I was scared and declined the call.

Now my friend cum pimp messaged and assured that there’s nothing sketchy. I was determined to see those majestic boobies for which I was lured into all this

I muster up the courage and call her and surprisingly she picked up immediatly, A dark screen shows up, my speculations were about to be the reality, I was sure that now someone from other side will say ‘chutiya bnaya’ laughingly and flash his penis before hanging up the call.

I had a sigh of relief when I heard her. Just like that Naughty America intro, her whispring voice ran a wave euphoric tingling in my whole body, the stress which was piled up earlier vanished. It was nothing less than ASMR voice, never thought my name could sound this much sexy.

She said: Show me now.

I was confused for a moment, show what? I wasn’t a salesmen who will just reach out to his bag and grab a full fledged erect penis to show her. I mean yeah, we go around popping random boners at un-expected places but this was just way too fast.

Things don’t work like this, at least mine doesn’t.

After explaining her about my need of visual stimulation to raise the bar for her, we did something (not going to explain).

As I explained earlier, she had a luscious voice, everything she said was arousing and surely it served its purpose. But she also wanted me to do dirty talk and *moan*.

So here I was saying Oh yeah (….) in my Punjabi accent which sounded something like “O jeh, phakk it bebi”.

Somehow she was okay with it and later swithched to Hindi for obvious reasons. Later she expressed her desire for a dominant male to treat her like a slave, call her all the cuss words one can imagine. All those hundreds of hours spent in watching BDSM were going to pay back, I started articulating my ideas for the script which will make me look like a chest-thumping alpha male.

It was showtime, I started shooting blend of swear words originating from both Hindi and Punjabi lexicon. My delivery was flawless, each gaali filled with emotions, my accent added inroduced a whole new dimension to it. She was awestruck, probably after witnessing my command over the art of profanity.

At this point I almost forgot what the actual fuck we were supposed to do, my inner toxic-tenager was ragging to destroy the opponent like it used to do on facebook in good ‘ol days. My erection was gone, I was sitting there in front of camera, holding my flacid shlong.

I’ve to admit she was very supportive, even after all this she didn’t leave. She giggled when I apologized for all the mess, and decided to revive the fallen one.

She came up with this idea of using a pen to visualise as mine and proceded to give virtual BJ. To make things more realistic she decided to add an extra aspect of sound, which sounded something like this- “dok-dok-dok-dok”.

I was trying hard to control my laugh but then out of nowhere she said ‘Chod bhen ke lode’.

At that moment I lost it.

After laughing like an retarded chimp, I was certain that she will say fuck off and block me but again, she proved me wrong. She did call me immature but wasn’t mad,

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tyronearmstrong · 7 years ago

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Blog (law) for America

Nellie Bowles penned a wonderful piece in the The New York Times this week on ‘Report for America,’ a non-profit organization, modeled after AmeriCorps, aiming to install 1,000 journalists in understaffed newsrooms by 2022.

Molly Born, one of the first selected for the program who covers the coal fields for West Virginia Public Broadcasting, told Bowles,

I felt like I needed to give something back to a place that has given a lot to me, and journalism is the way for me to do that.

It’s important to have reporters based in parts of America where some people feel misunderstood. It just helps us get a greater understanding of who we are and who our neighbors are.

Bowles report on the plight of journalists sounds earily similar to the plight of small law in communities across our country – even blogging lawyers.

Historically, reporters would start their careers at small publications and move on to progressively larger ones. These days, young journalists tend to find work right out of college — but the jobs they end up with often don’t require them to take time talking to story subjects face to face or learning about different communities.

“Maybe they have done that Brooklyn thing, where you spend a year or two in a cubicle working for a blog,” Charles Sennott [co-founder of Report for America, who covered wars and insurgencies in more than a dozen countries as the Jerusalem-based Middle East bureau chief for The Boston Globe], 55, said. “But that’s not the same as being on the ground doing the real work, knocking on a door and walking into someone’s kitchen.”

In 1990, daily and weekly newspaper publishers employed about 455,000 people, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics. By January 2016, that number had fallen to 173,000.

How many lawyers are getting first hand experience, eye to eye, with a client? Many lawyers feel trapped doing work for other lawyers, never having having client interaction.

Other lawyers know no better than kicking out or buying content as a way to “market” themsleves. These lawyers have no clue what blogging really is nor how blogging works to build trust, a name and a book of business.

Law blogs penned by small firm lawyers addressing the needs of individuals and small businesses could be much the same as Report America.

Less than 20% of the people in this country have meaningful access to the law. Crushing student loans drive law grads to large law, less demand for small town law, tech driven efficiencies driving down prices and alternative online legal services are only making matters worse – for both people needing a lawyer and for lawyers who’d like to help them.

Leading legal ethics lawyer, Will Hornsby, and himself a champion for access to legal services wrote almost 20 years ago about personal plight areas of the law. By personal plight, Hornsby meant areas of the law in which an individual or small business person needed a lawyer right now.

Personal plight includes bankruptcy, workers compensation, divorce, employment, criminal, real estate, personal injury, immigration, disability, social security, estate planning and more.

Blog (law) for America in the form of blogging lawyers covering personal plight areas of law for two or three hundred communities could be quite a force.

Blogs by local lawyers not only provide meaningful information, but establish trust – something lawyers sorely lack when it comes to individuals and small businesses.

Unlike corp members in Report America, lawyers don’t need a stipend or grant of $40,000 for two years. Lawyers have a revenue model – it’s called getting paid for the legal services you render. Law blogs generate work.

In addition to generating revenue, law grads get first hand experience talking with clients face to face – across the kitchen table, if you will.

Blog (law) for America is a win-win. Individuals and small business people get access to localized law from a local attorney who cares about their city or town and who knows the nuances of the law being applied locally. These folks learn to trust a local lawyer who enjoys what they do and whom earns an okay living.

Lawyers who want to, do real law, person to person, and earn a living doing so.

Blog (law) for America published first on https://personalinjuryattorneyphiladelphiablog.wordpress.com/

#disability lawyers #attorney #lawyer #law firm #disability insurance lawyers

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michaelmfergusonusa · 7 years ago