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thewingedwolf · 8 months ago

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one thing about hbo is that when they get a journalist coming up to them and going “man do i have a fucked up story i want to follow” they really do let that person go wild. i’ve mentioned the way the ronan farrow one really moved me emotionally and that’s just because ronan knows how to investigate and tell a story to get you righteously angry for who it is he’s defending. he’s good at his job!

but this one, quiet on the set, has genuinely made my jaw drop a few times, even if i think some of the framing could have been better in the last episode. of course i know about all the rumors about dan schneider and the abuse on set, it’s hard to have been into the teen nick scene and not notice, and it’s pretty easy to figure out which kids were being harmed through too much attention and which were being harmed through not enough attention, and there’s been all sorts of rumors floating around for over a decade!

but the build up to the drake bell reveal was well handled, i thought. i was initially skeptical because i think it’s hard to make a documentary about child sexual abuse without leaning into being exploitative in some way. and at first, where you have the actors who left early, like katrina, or who you remember but weren’t mega famous like giovannie, and they’re all saying “this set was so weird & inappropriate, i knew something was wrong but i didn’t have the experience or vocabulary to say what” it feels a little too schlocky. like, oh we’re just kind of speculating on the inappropriate nature of dan’s “friendship” with amanda bynes for two episodes? yeah it is fucked up that two pedophiles were on that set, but did they hurt anyone on set?

and then drake bell walks into the room dressed like timmy turner and says it was me. he hurt me.

i can’t stop thinking about the choice of clothes here and the way it helps drive home the point of the doc. he’s sitting there in fairly odd parents colors as an adult and can’t describe the sexual trauma he experienced as a child still, has never spoken about it, had his mom lie to his father over it because he was so screwed up. really driving home the point that he was just a kid who had a knack for physical comedy and it got him preyed on by dan, a man who should have protected him, set up and handed over to a monster who traumatized him for months and years.

but when that reporter said she got a judge to let them unseal the court documents because drake bell told her how much support peck had? my jaw dropped, like yeah this is reporting, this is someone who saw this story and finally fucking cared not about the salacious details but about who knew what and why they did nothing to stop this from happening. it’s not about forcing drake bell or katrina jackson or alexa to live through the worst moments of their life - it’s about how so many people knew what was going on and didn’t do a god damn thing to stop it. it’s about how these monsters, these convicted pedophiles, were given access to little kids to hurt and traumatize and everyone knew and didn’t just look the other way, they actively helped cover it up. THATS the story. Not that it was an isolated tragedy but that it was a clinical, purposeful environment built by people who wanted to harm little kids.

#i think the court stuff should have been handled better there was too much speculation #but eps 1-3 were real solid investigatory work #quiet on set #okay i might be done freaking out about this.#but like. it’s drake bell. it’s amanda bynes. it’s jeannette mccurdy. i grew up with them.#it’s so horrific to learn this stuff. i get why my grandma always cried talking about drew barrymore.#rani makes text posts no one will read #also can’t help thinking about how all the child actors under kenny ortega were way more well adjusted. imo bc he took pains to help them.#like dove talking about how she got plastic surgery bc she was pressured into it.#and then got ti descendants and met cameron & he was like ‘leave your boyfriend he’s an abuser’#that’s just not something that would happen on other sets! shit it’s not something that would happen on other disney sets!#at the end of the day it is in fact so easy to just. care about the children who work for you!!#but the thing is. most of these people don’t! they don’t even care about the adults either!!#that story about the writers was so fucked up!!! she can’t even actually recount the story #she’s so embarassed and ashamed that she went along with it!!!#insists she’d do differently now. of course she would she isn’t a broke 22 year old!!!#god it all just sucks. hollywood is evil idk what else to say.

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mcmorare · 19 days ago

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@infear (jett) sent: "there is nothing that i want but you."

There are so few things Katrina has ever really wanted in life. So many of her wishes - better family, better town, better circumstances, to be smarter, better - these things rotate around survival. What has she really wanted? Not just out of self preservation, out of real want?

Of course, there is some self preservation in it. There has been. For so long, it felt like he was one of the only things that kept her going, kept her sane. But it was more than that. It is more than that. Want not only because it would keep her going, but because she wants him to keep going. Because she wants to be around him, genuinely, not just out of need but out of friendship and interest and joy and love. The happiness she would feel reading how excited he was about a new trick he learned or hearing his laugh. A love that makes her feel like she belongs. Like she wants to be here, she wants to have a future. To survive not just for survival. And to help him do the same. This bright, warm feeling that makes it seem like her heart has become a sun. She has never felt for anyone else what she feels for him. Not even close.

"I want you too." In whatever way it is they come to be. All that matters is that they're both there. Warm brown eyes stare at him, tracing his features, this sweet, affectionate aching trapped within the gaze. The arc of his brow. Bridge of his nose. The freckles scattered across his skin. A brief but lingering glance to his lips. A face that for so long she only saw in pictures. They are here, together, now. Eternity can be theirs, if you look at it the right way. He's always had a knack for that.

Their first kiss was brief - a bit spur of the moment, rushed, excited and hurried. This kiss is too. Not excited or hurried necessarily, but brief. Before she can talk herself out of it she's leaned forward, and the couple of seconds when her lips meet his feel like they've taken far too long to come. How long did they spend talking from miles away, dreaming of being together, only to get one kiss? To have to wait this long again for more? She has to pull herself away, after those couple of seconds. If she had let herself, she could have stayed there until the entity pried them away again.

Instead, she takes his hand. "I've never wanted anything but you."

#dbd verse tbt.#infear #infear ; jett

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preciouslandmermaid · 4 months ago

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"as the tides turn" (c.m.)

CHAPTER THREE: "Admiration Between Kindred Spirits" (3/5)

check the first chapter/post for more details :) this episode features a smidge of romance (or potential of it, i suppose).

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Emilia dragged both of her hands through her short, damp hair and pushed it away from her face. Her tired reflection stared back at her. Mary-Anne Grant. Sam Maloney. And now, Katrina Xenos, an attractive woman in her mid-twenties had gone missing. And as much as she hated to admit it, the odds were not in Katrina’s favor.

She was confident in their profile and the profile said that their unsub didn’t keep his victims for long. A few days at most. She lifted the case file from her firm, hard hotel bed and flipped to the autopsy of Miss. Maloney. The report stated that Sam’s stomach and intestines hadn’t processed anything in at least two days.

“Because he likes them weak,” she said, exhaling harshly through her nose. “He prefers if they fight back when he drowns them, but not too much.”

The power trip of domination and eventual release was like a drug to these unsubs. Hotch told the deputy to keep police near the crime scenes because there was a good chance the unsub would return to relive the murders. But, with Katrina missing, Emilia suspected that the unsub was too busy entertaining his current guest to go and walk the beaches. Her stomach rolled with nausea. She shoved a granola bar into her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and left the room.

Reid was the only one in the hotel lobby. No surprises there. Usually, she, Hotch, and Mr. Boy Genius were the first ones awake. Morgan often went for a morning run or to the hotel gym if they had one. Everyone has their little rituals and routines, she thought ruefully. She tore open the granola bar and felt only a little bad about the oats that crumbled over her fingers and onto the beige carpet.

“Breakfast?” Spencer guessed with a gleam in his hazel eyes.

“It’s better than the precinct coffee,” Emilia replied.

A little line formed between his brows. “You don’t drink coffee.”

“It was a joke.” Despite her deadpan tone, she smiled, hoping that it might soften her features.

Profilers noticed everything, as it was part of the job and all, but Spencer had a knack for announcing his observations even when he didn’t need to. His frankness and honesty were endearing. Spencer’s expression remained thoughtful and she could practically feel the creamy, white-and-black pages turning inside his mind and being meticulously filed away.

She wanted to ask him what he saw. This was a common enough question that came to the forefront of her mind whenever she interacted with her colleagues. What do you see? What do you notice? How do you feel? Mostly, these questions were relevant to the case they were working on, but sometimes Emilia burned to just know. Not assume, theorize, or profile and collect evidence, but simply acquire the knowledge through asking and offering a space to be vulnerable.

For her, on the surface level, she saw a tall, brunette with his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his navy tie loose around his neck, a service weapon on his hip, and the case file tucked under his left arm. She saw inquisitive, hazel eyes and fine cheekbones, and ruffled, hair that reminded her of a bird’s nest.

But, on the deeper and more vulnerable and intimate level, she saw a friend who didn’t quite fit in in the same ways she hadn’t.

There was an awkwardness that lived inside Emilia that she never seemed to outgrow. It didn’t matter that her clothes fit, that her hair looked nice (most of the time), or that her skin was unblemished. Her formative years were spent trying to get her fellow students to care about recycling, arguing with her history teacher, and being teased for her mouthful of braces and large nose.

When she went to college, she expected a sort of ‘ugly duckling to beautiful swan’ glow-up. That was what happened in movies and television. But, even without the braces, her classmates still found her to be ‘intense’, or ‘too loud’, or ‘too opinionated’. The rare few friends who didn’t seem to mind her stubborn opinions, her loud, cackling laugh, or her hyper-focused eye contact remained in her life to this day. But, as previously mentioned, they were rare and they were few.

And sometimes, she’d swipe through social media and see her peers getting married, or meeting celebrities, or having their second kid, or joining a multi-level-marketing-scheme and Emilia would sit and wonder ‘What makes me so different?’ and then she’d remember her collection of vintage kitchen towels and framed mushroom spore-prints and the career built around studying and understanding society’s darkest creatures and….well...then it would make sense as to why nobody was messaging her with a ‘great business opportunity to be your own boss!’.

Spencer fiddled with his thin watch around his wrist. She squinted at him. Hell, maybe she was projecting. Maybe he was normal and had tons of unanswered text messages from brands wanting him to model for them and missed connections turned into marriage proposals.

Emilia asked, “Do you know when granola was invented?”

“1863,” he replied without missing a beat. Right, yeah, never mind. He’s not normal either.

“Thank you,” she said, nodding, and brushing the crumbs from her blouse.

Spencer’s expression shifted – a softening of his jaw, the muscles relaxing, and a slight crinkle around his eyes. The questions burned in her stomach, souring her light breakfast with curiosity.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

He shrugged mildly. “You almost always say thank you after I’ve told you something.”

Emilia’s nape flushed and prickled with heat. He had noticed that too, had he?

“I’m being polite,” her words came out in a rush, and the heat bled toward her ears. “You don’t have to share that knowledge with us.”

Spencer’s lips curled into a genuine smile. He broke his gaze away from Emilia as Hotch walked briskly toward them, the car keys jingling in his hand, and his hair damp and slicked away from his face.

“Let’s go,” he said without preamble.

The ride to the police station was less than fifteen minutes, but Emilia braced herself for the swarm of reporters, concerned citizens, and agitated police officers. Unfortunately, after the week of the BAU’s presence in the town, the local media dubbed the killer ‘the tidal terror’. Despite JJ’s best efforts, she was one woman against old-fashioned paranoia and sensationalism. And according to the profile, the unsub was watching the news and enjoyed the attention.

“Wren, I need you to make a statement to the press,” Hotch said.

She flinched in the passenger seat, though she quickly smothered the rush of discomfort. Talking in front of the media wasn’t her strong point and Hotch knew that. A passing and brusque comment, sure! She could handle that. But a statement? Emilia swallowed.

“What do you need?”

“I need you to tell them that we’ve got a suspect in custody,” he said, “but that citizens should remain diligent.”

“Okay, yes, sir.” Emilia stepped from the vehicle and tried – and failed – to not think about the potential granola crumbs on her shirt or the flecks of mascara that undoubtedly lived under her eyes like soot.

Spencer folded his hands over the case file and met Hotch’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

He said, “You’re having her do it because she looks like the victims.” Brunette, and young, and attractive.

“We need his attention and Katrina is running out of time,” he said, placing his hand on the car door handle, “and Wren is well aware of that.”

At the time of the press conference, Spencer, shoulders hunched close to his ears, and edged to the media frenzy. Emilia stood at the front of the police station, flanked by street cops with Deputy Roman standing behind her and Morgan and JJ close by. Emilia cleared her throat.

“Thanks to the hard work of the police force, partnered with our unit, we do have a suspect currently in custody.”

A reporter asked, “How confident are you that this is the killer?”

Emilia’s eyes flicked to JJ before she answered, “Quite frankly, I won’t have full confidence we match his DNA to the DNA we found at the scene.”

“What about the missing sorority girl?”

Emilia’s composure cracked and cold rage rippled across her features. “Her name’s Katrina.” The reporter seemed to shrink and she straightened her shoulders. “Assuming this suspect is who he says he is, he’ll give us Katrina’s location, and we’ll have a unit dispatched immediately.”

Spencer’s pulse jumped. There was a risk in this plan. It could backfire and the unsub might push his timetable ahead and kill Katrina before the allotted two or three-day window. He returned his attention to Emilia, watching as she fidgeted her hands behind the podium, and stared directly into the first camera barely blinking. As the press conference drew to a close, the deputy and JJ took over, and Emilia melted into Morgan’s solid shadow and slunk into the station. Spencer waited exactly three seconds before following her.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” he said to Emilia, long strides catching up to them easily, and he ignored Morgan’s curious quirked eyebrow. “It’ll be quick.”

Together, they ducked into the empty interview room and Emilia released a heavy, rushed breath the second the door was shut.

“I hope that works,” she said, working her fingers through her hair, “the profile marks him as someone who doesn’t get accolades in his personal or professional life. He should contact the police to taunt us and terrorize the city. But, he could take offense, reading this as an attack on his pride, and hurt Katrina.”

“I know,” he said tenderly and Emilia’s head tilted up, her eyes meeting his. Spencer leaned against the closed door. “If the unsub becomes agitated, there’s a risk…” his words trailed off as Emilia continued to stare, holding his gaze, and not blinking. A risk of death, of becoming a target, a risk that they all take every day when they take their badge and walk into work.

“I know.” She swallowed, nodding absently and breaking eye contact. “Thank you…” The words fumbled out of her mouth. “For saying something for...letting me know that you care. It’s nice to know – to hear, I guess – we make a lot of assumptions in our job, even though they’re backed by evidence and behavior, and so it’s just – it’s nice...it’s just nice to hear.”

Emilia wanted to smack herself. The awkwardness laid upon her like a sweater, its sleeves too long, the fabric scratchy and uncomfortable. A small comfort was that Reid was awkward too. Not all the time and not in the same ways she was, but she clung to the comfort all the same.

“I do,” he said, taking a half-step forward, and the toe of his sneaker scuffed against the carpet. “Care, I mean, about – about you. A lot.”

“What?” she breathed. No assumptions this time and no profiling. Her heartbeat pounded in her fingertips. “What do you mean?”

“You’re incredible,” Spencer said, breathless, his expression soft and slanted by morning light cutting through the plastic blinds. “When you first joined the team, I didn’t know how you’d fit in, but now I can’t...it’s impossible to imagine the bureau without you. You keep to-go hand sanitizer in your bag for me. You’re an attentive listener, which is likely why Hotch has you interview alongside one of us because you pick up on things that others might miss like the nail comment from Mrs. Grant. Because of the connection you made, we narrowed down the suspect pool, and found a correlation between Mary-Anne and Sam.”

The two women had gone to the same salon, and although none of the employees noticed anyone strange, it helped narrow the unsub’s hunting ground and they discovered that the killer likely worked in maintenance – allowing him unrestricted access to businesses and apartments.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Emilia,” he continued, “I’m in awe of you.”

Emilia smiled. “Even with granola crumbs all over my desk?”

He grimaced. “Yeah.” Another step and Emilia craned her neck to meet his eyes. There was no deception in his face or manifesting in his lanky body.

She bowed her head, bashfulness entering her smile like a timid fawn. The words ‘I’m no wonder boy like you’ bubbled to her lips, but she managed to tamper them. She wouldn’t dilute his thoughtful and endearing compliments by further wounding herself.

“Thanks, Spencer.” The soft words were hardly spoken and dancing across her lips like a confession to the priest in a tight, stuffy wooden paneled tomb. A sudden bustling noise outside the room caused them to tear their eyes away from one another.

Rossi answered Emilia’s hurried question, “Our unsub just dropped off Katrina near I-4.”

“That’s a diagonal route,” Spencer said, following him to the exit, “was it anywhere near the coast?”

“No.”

That was a break in the M.O. Which meant….

Emilia said, “She’s alive.”

Rossi nodded.

[Chapter Four -> ]

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Emilia Wren, you will always be FAMOUS TO ME!!!! I felt so...cringe when I started this and decided to write an OC...but then I remembered this is fanfic and we're supposed to kill the part of us that cringes.

ROLL THE D12! 1 Everything at once. Roll twice, use both. If you get this again, keep rolling. Your only way out is to stop getting 1s. 2 Product placement! The next chapter must center (and subtly promote the features of) a product belonging to the most recent brand you've seen. 3 Fan favorite. Your most recently mentioned character (or named object) is now beloved by the audience. You must give it a bigger part in the story, a special destiny, or an important new romance or friendship. If you get this twice for the same character or object, the adoration cools and you must go back to treating the character or object normally.

Alright, Rossi....get ready for your chapter.

#my fic #my fics #my writing #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #case fic

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murderoushagthesequel · 2 years ago

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the mixtape!

inspired by this drawing i did of regulus!

starred songs = regulus absolutely has a skating routine to this one

Walk Like an Egyptian- The Bangles

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)- Eurythmics

Take On Me- a-ha

Tainted Love- Soft Cell

Walking On Sunshine- Katrina and the Waves

*Venus- Bananarama

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go- Wham!

Video Killed the Radio Star- The Buggles

My Sharona- The Knack

*Call Me- Blondie

*I Think We’re Alone Now- Tiffany

Tell It to My Heart- Taylor Dayne

Jessie’s Girl- Rick Springfield

Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

Never Gonna Give You Up- Rick Astley

What I Like About You- The Romantics

I Ran (So Far Away)- A Flock of Seagulls

We Built This City- Starship

Material Girl- Madonna

It’s Raining Men- The Weather Girls

Burning Down the House- Talking Heads

*Maniac- Michael Sembello

*Head Over Heels- The Go-Go’s

Our Lips Are Sealed- The Go-Go’s

*We Got the Beat- The Go-Go’s

Pulling Mussles (From the Shell)- Squeeze

Always Something There to Remind Me- Naked Eyes

Rio- Duran Duran

Hey Mickey- Toni Basil

Physical- Olivia Newton-John

The Safety Dance- Men Without Hats

Two of Hearts- Stacey Q

*Total Eclipse of the Heart- Bonnie Tyler

#regulus black #regulus arcturus black #hag's 80s au #i'm so obsessed with 80s reg #giggling #anyway #i should probably get some sleep

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pavitrtimes · 1 year ago

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The Curious Case of Alina Rai: The Striking Resemblance to Katrina Kaif

The internet is known for its knack for detective work, but every once in a while, it uncovers something that blows everyone's mind. The latest discovery that has taken social media by storm is the startling similarity between model and actress Alina Rai and the Bollywood heartthrob Katrina Kaif.

The Unintentional Doppelgänger: Alina Rai Hailing from London, Alina Rai is a model, social media influencer, and budding actor. With her stunning looks and modest demeanour, Rai captured the hearts of many across the globe. However, it was the uncanny resemblance to Katrina Kaif that catapulted her into the limelight.

Netizens were quick to rename her as the "Katrina Kaif Lookalike". Fanning the flames of this sensational discovery, Rai's appearances and photo shoots often mirrored those of Kaif, adding fuel to the 'lookalike' fire.

Debunking the Lookalike Theory Despite the widespread consensus on her striking similarity to Katrina Kaif, Alina Rai remains unconvinced. The actress continually downplays the comparison, stating that she sees little to no resemblance.

While it's not uncommon for stars to have lookalikes, Rai's case is interesting as she continues to deny her similarity to Kaif despite the overwhelming online opinions. She insists on maintaining her own identity, setting her apart from being just a "duplicate" of Katrina Kaif.

A Star in Her Own Light Despite the continual comparison to Katrina Kaif, Alina Rai is steadily crafting her own niche. With her unique social media presence and her feats in the modelling and acting realm, Rai is more than just a Katrina Kaif doppelgänger. Her journey, while shadowed by the resemblance controversy, is a storyline of her own making.

No matter the resemblance, Alina Rai’s individuality and talent ensure she is a star in her own right. Like a prism that disperses light into a spectrum of colours, Rai is carving out her unique path through modelling, acting, and the glare of social media. Yet, the intrigue and mystique of the Katrina Kaif "lookalike" tag continue, ensuring that the light shines bright on Alina Rai.

Whether the world views her as Katrina's replica or not, one thing is clear - Alina Rai is a name we will not be forgetting anytime soon.

#Alina Rai #Katrina kaif #Lookalike

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bestbuybathroom · 1 year ago

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another selection of pins from my lucas pinterest board bc i have nothing else to post really (minor? horror tw for this one + scopophobia)

there was this one image I was gonna put but ill do a separate post for that one bc it gets into like. "ooh hes soooooooooooooooooo fucked up bc of trauma and he like overcorrects his past mistakes" or smth like that

#knack #knack ps4 #idk #good lord #i think out of all the characters itd be the most interesting for lucas to get a '''villain arc'''#i mean obviously i dont think it should be that black and white #more like #he does things that maybe arent totally morally correct ??#not like. murder #what he did in my one fic #i mean hes not really the bad guy in that situation but i digress #he wants to feel powerful(?) because no one ever listens to him #but he never has the means to until knack is around #he maybe unintentionally starts using knack for his power #lucas still loves him ofc but u know.#whoops i put all my thoughts into the tags of this post. oh well #i could also see him being Not Cool with katrina in the second game if we're going with the fic i wrote #i shoulf probably put these in an actusl post lmao ill stop now

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knackfandomarchive · 10 months ago

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Umm I'm still questioning my sexuality. Because I thought I was ace but also I'm thinking about that soft pad of skin on Katrina's tummy which may or may not exist under that corset. Which probably isn't a normal thing to think about?

I just think it's pretty...

#katrina knack #text post #discoknack (me)#hmm #where's the gif of that skeleton with the huge chin who's thinking real hard?

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discoknack · 1 year ago

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What really gets me is like. I must have thought good things. I know I wanted to draw all sorts of things and... stuff.

Something drew me to this game. I just find it hard to remember what. It's supposed to be fun. That's the purpose of a game; to be fun and spark joy.

But emotionally, I just hurt. And it feels dumb because there are bigger things to be upset over. Or maybe I'm upset about other things and I just blame this.

I need to go to sleep, but I want to work on that vent drawing and cry. I think I posted talking about the drawing before and then got shy and hid the chatty post.

I'm trying to be quiet; I think my family is listening to me. If I laugh or yawn strangely, Mom or Dad come to check if I'm crying. I wonder if they'll make the connection when they hear me blow my nose.

Um. So the drawing. I need to practice perspective more and making a good background would help. I'm not sure where to set it. A bedroom would make the most sense, but whose? Mine is a mess. Alternatively, a backyard in the rain would really sell the loneliness.

But I'm also sick of feeling like a buzzkill, so I guess I'll find a nice photo of some random bedroom.

I was right when I made that Icarus post. I never left the ground. Anyway.

I want to try adding as many characters as possible, but I don't know who would be what. Knack is himself as a wooden doll. I like that his hands look like paws when he's small, but my attempt at a teddy bear made him look way too different. I want to visit a related idea later.

Ava is a Barbie. I don’t know why. Not Barbie-like in shape, but in pose and that plastic smile, you know? Ryder is an action figure. Something like a G.I Joe. Viktor would be a funko pop, but that's probably too silly?

Lucas is a sock monkey. And I'm not sure why because in the games I don't think his ears are unusually large at all. But I gave him a little snout and those ears anyhow. Maybe it's because I like using Lucas to demonstrate some animal parts of humans?

But I'm not sure how to add the Doctor and Charlotte. Or Katrina or Xander. Or any of the goblins. I'm not very familiar with the different types of toys.

You can probably guess what the arrangement would be; the image in your head would likely be better than what little I came up with. I'm not very creative.

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trinayahhhhh · 4 months ago

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ƬΛƬΛ 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆: "Where convenience meets excellence"

I knew from the start that this course would be both fun and scary. It's like sailing through uncharted waters, where every wave presents a new challenge and every decision steers the course. My personal journey with TaTa, a delivery service around our campus community, makes this sentiment perfectly. From inception to presenting successfully, the path was laden with obstacles, setbacks, but also unexpected discoveries and invaluable lessons in entrepreneurship and frienship.

The Biggest Challenge

The initial challenge creating TaTa was establishing a reliable and efficient delivery network on campus - connectivity issues. After validating and asking from our potential customers, we opted to have our application to full online because it better serve the needs of our target market and their demands.

Overcoming Obstacles

To overcome these challenges, we adopted a cliche but systematic approach such as research and planning, building partnerships (i.e. programmers to lessen the cost of application development & maintenance), and technology integration.

However, despite the planning and hardworks, setbacks were inevitable. Each of them served as a learning opportunity, ensuring process adjustments and reinforcing adaptability's importance in this dynamic market.

Going through the challenges of my TaTa journey makes me discover unexpected skills within me. I discovered a knack for problem-solving under pressure and the ability to negotiate effectively with stakeholders, as well as for public speaking because I did the business pitching for our final task.

Lessons Learned

Through TaTa, I gleaned profound insights into entrepreneurship such as resilience and adaptability, customer-centric approach, and continuous learning.

Above all, my TaTa journey taught me about myself as an entrepreneur. It enlighten my passion for innovation and my determination to turn challenges into opportunities, taking advantage of what I currently have while feet on the ground. I discovered the joy of creating something meaningful and impactful, serving not just for the sake of profit, but for the community.

In conclusion, the journey with TaTa has been transformative, shaping and enriching my mind and understanding of business dynamics. I am eager to embrace future challenges with newfound confidence and resilience, knowing that each obstacle is a stepping stone toward greater success.

A BIG THANK YOU TO:

(1) MA'AM and SIRS FOR YOUR CRITIC & GUIDANCE

(2) TEAM KILO FOR THE MAKING THE DREAM WORK

(3) FOR ALL THE PEOPLE BEHIND OUR SUCCESS IN PASSING THIS COURSE DESPITE THE "KABAGAG NAWNG" & "MAKAWALAAY DIGNIDAD"

(4) MOST OF ALL, TO THE LORD. ALL THE GLORY UNTO HIM ALONE <3

KATRINA ANGELIE M. RUPEREZ - an entrepreneur, not signing off but moving on to become much better and continuously learning person.

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akuzeisms · 2 years ago

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@chaotiicgoods asked:

“ what they did to you, is not you ” - kaidan

He’d asked her to come. After the horrors that happened on Horizon, after the harsh words lobbed at her by Williams, Kat wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Nevertheless, the urge to find something familiar to cling on to drive her to meet with him, despite how distant and numb she felt. It hadn’t taken long; somehow, Alenko had a knack for finding the little chinks in her armour to wedge his way past it. It certainly didn’t take long for him to figure out what was bothering her… and call her out on it.

Damn Kaidan Alenko and his people skills.

Kat scoffed at his words, shaking her head as she turned away from him, hands gripping the railing until her knuckles were white underneath her gloves. “Isn’t it? Hell, I don’t—I don’t know any more, Kaidan! I don’t—” Kat hung her head, staring down at the floor. The scars on her face burned angrily, and it took every ounce of willpower for her not to reach for them. Ashley’s words on Horizon had been more than harsh, and she practically expected the same from Kaidan. Why had she bothered to meet with him? At this point, she was sure she was just setting herself up for more disappointment.

“I don’t feel like me, Kaidan. I feel… wrong. My—the scars I had from Akuze, they…” they were gone. The scars they had defined her, that spoke of the horrors she’d endured, the agony, the suffering, all of it; it was like it never happened. Like she wasn’t Katrina; she was just something that walked and talked like her, with implanted memories. Fake ones, probably.

“Forget it. It—it doesn’t matter. I—” My feelings on the situation don’t matter. “…all I can say to you is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry… that I left you. It wasn’t my choice.” I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I broke your heart. I’m sorry you lost me—and I’m sorry this looks so horrible. All words she wanted to say, but they caught in her throat. “…why did you ask me to meet you, Kaidan?” Whatever hesitations he wanted to throw at her to add to Williams’ words, she was prepared for them. Surely he couldn’t be any harsher than she had.

#chaotiicgoods #me2. ❖﹙ just another day when all that i want ⋄ will mark me as a sinner tonight. ﹚#🤔 au where Kaidan joins her in 2/is a Spectre early? Something like that?#…she’s honestly expecting him to yell at her and be mean 🥺#( I mean his Horizon convo is… emotionally harsher than Ashley’s romanced or not but… still hurts )

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he couldn't help the slow smirk that spread across his lips the moment she let that slip, that she found it hot that he would pick someone apart because it was the truth. it was exactly what he'd do for her. "of all the tings i've ever done, that's what you think is hot?" he laughed, the low type of chuckle matched his lopsided smirk, effortlessly handsome.

he'd teach her.. he'd teach her now because he had to and because it mattered. it'd give him peace of mind if he taught her to shoot, to disarm, the weak points... but there wasn't anyone there to protect grant, there never had been. that's why he was tough as old boots, he'd not had a choice, he had to be able to defend himself.

he'd learned he had a knack for this when he went into the army freshly out of high school, he thought that was truly what he wanted to do.. and if not for katrina he'd have never come back. he'd have stayed out there but, if anything he missed her. he missed being able to be there for her too. he kept very quiet about his training, how he was picked out as exceptional talent, trained as special operations and when he left it was like he had no purpose. that is how he ended up in this line of work.

grant never expected that she'd pull him down and press her lips into his, now of all moments? was it that he was so desperate to protect her that the deeply rooted love shone through? he'd always loved her.. and there was that one night that it all... slipped into place, just the one night because hell they couldn't ruin their friendship and talk about it ever again, could they? they were. christ. christ her lips were mesmerising against his own and even being close to her had his heart beating faster in his chest.

"katrina.."he breathed her name like it was the only relief he knew in this world, like he craved it more than oxygen. slowly grant exhale, nostrils flaring because all he wanted was exactly that. lock the doors and waste hours tangled under the sheets with her. "my katrina.." he breathed out the words, eyes briefly closing so he could soak in the memory of her touch. his own hand came up to brush his fingers along her cheeks and then into her hair, smoothing some of it back into place by tucking it behind her ear. he wanted to, he wanted all of this but.. he wanted it when. it wasn't life or death, hell he wanted that typical family sitcom life if it meant it was with her. "don't think that i don't want to 'coz i do.. christ i do, and if not talking about it is what you wanted then that's what we'd do but we can't." his free hand had moved. toher waist, to keep her pulled in and flush against him but in that next sigh he made himself move away from her, pushed back and parted from her soft lips.

one day he'd be brave enough to tell her that talking about it was what he wanted, that acknowledging that one blissful night he gave into his desires was the most peace he had ever known.

it was touching to see him so concerned about her well being. alarming, due to the overall nature of it, but katrina had never felt more cared for in her entire life. then again, it wasn't the first time grant had made her feel that way. the normal cold exterior that the mechanic presented was always easily melted away by him. though she hid it well when she had to. the more he spoke, however, the harder it was to hide.

there wasn't a chance to get a word in edgewise, so she didn't bother to try. simply allowing herself to take in every word so that she could interject when she needed to — if she could interject. alas, her moment came when he seemed to distract himself for the moment. patting his pockets for the passports. "i think it's kind of hot that you'd pluck someone apart from the inside out." she added, softly. words that were unnecessary and possibly inappropriate for the moment, but katrina couldn't help herself.

as touch as she could be, she never had to fend for her life. ducking a punch? throwing her own? sure. this wasn't the kind of defending he was talking about. she chewed lightly on her lower lip as she met his gaze. it dawned on her that she never really had to protect herself from anything serious, because he was in her life. she knew that she could pick a fight and he would be there to end if, if need be. he had always been there. going off without him wasn't something she wanted, but if she could try to return the favor? protect him — she would. it was clear that wouldn't happen though. her eyes widening a bit as she shook her head. "no, i don't." it didn't need an actual response, he already knew.

there he went, making her completely melt. she hated feeling weak, but as he poured out words she never thought he would say it was hard to think of anything but the meaning behind them all. the passenger side door was opened as he continued to urge her into the car. "wait." she rushed out, her hand reaching up to grip his shirt before he moved away. her body closed the distance between them, eyes still set on his, flickering at his lips but didn't linger long enough before her lips crashed to them instead. this wasn't the time, but she couldn't help herself and his mouth tasted just as good as the last time.

"can we do that thing we did once before and never talked about again? because i really want to right now." her words whispered into his mouth, knowing he would break it at any moment.

#grant&katrina #grant interactions

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