#kids eat free 2022

[gadriezmannsgirl]

My first angst piece! Please, let me know what you think of it! I'd really appreciate some feedback☺️ I truly hope you guys like this!

You can read the second part here and third part here

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Since Forever -P.G

Summary: You made a mistake, you fell in love with your best friend

August 25th, 2022 You couldn’t exactly tell the time where you said ‘Oh! I love him’ No. You just stopped seeing him as a little kid and started seeing him as a man.

It was how he took care of you, how he was so protective of you, how he supported you through everything, how he looked at you, how he smiled at you, how he hugged you and even with how he said your name.

You just started wanting to hold his hand, intertwine his fingers with yours and never let go. You started wanting to prove his lips against yours, see him smile thanks to you, fall asleep with your head on his chest as he hugged you close to him.

You wanted more than a friendship with him.

You fell for the impossible.

Your best friend, Pablo Páez, better known as Pablo Gavi, or just, Gavi; would never look at you in that way. And you knew it. That’s why the impossible word.

Everyone around you knew about your feelings towards him and assured you they were reciprocated but you never did a thing, assuming that was just the way Gavi treated you since you were kids and that they were in the wrong.

That was it, until that day.

Pedri had pushed you to tell him, seeing as the youngster never shut up about you and was always with a smile on his face even with just hearing your name. He was just tired of the two of you pinning over each other and do absolutely nothing about it.

Pedri preferred to see the two of you cuddled up at each other, kissing and constantly being all over each other than this. Feeling everything for the other but don’t do anything about it.

Pedri knew about your and Gavi’s Wednesday’s movie night and when you went to Ciutat Esportiva looking for Gavi, he decided to talk to you while waiting for the Sevillano.

And you couldn’t help but run over his words every once in a while, while looking at the movie that was playing.

“Just say it” He had said “He’s madly in love with you too. Every single one of us can see it; he’s just scared to admit it”

“Pedri, stop” You had begged

“C’mon, Y/N. This is your chance” Pedri said as you sighed

“Are you sure?”

“Bonita, friends don’t treat each other like both of you do. He wants it, you want it, hell; even we want it” You laughed a bit “Do something and give that step on your relationship you both want so much and be properly happy”

“Will do” You said nodding with a light smile on

“You tell me how it goes, ¿sí?” You nod

“What are you guys talking about?” Gavi stepped into the conversation, with his training bag hanging on one arm as his free one came to rest at your waist and pull you into him, kissing your cheek three times as a greeting.

Pedri lifted his eyebrows and while Pablo wasn’t looking he mouthed a ‘See?’

“Just Pedri telling me to eat more bananas”

“They’re healthy”

“Not in excess”

“Stop telling my girl what to eat and if you excuse us, we have a movie night that’s waiting for us” Pablo said patting Pedri’s back and heading the both of you towards your car.

You sighed; you knew that you said you’ll do it.

But it’s easier said than done.

You were cuddled up to Gavi’s chest, his arms around your waist keeping you in place, your arms around his shoulders and both of your legs tangled with a blanket thrown over your bodies while watching a movie but your mind got lost during some point imagining this exact scenario in a different perspective.

One where Gavi was yours and you were his; loving non-stop on each other and madly in love.

You sighed once more this time unconsciously “Are you feeling okay?” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, you turned your head to lay your chin on his chest looking up at him a bit confused “You’ve sighed like four times in a row”

“Yes, I am… I just-” You cut yourself off, not really knowing if you should go with it or just let it go.

“What?” His eyebrows furrowed more if it was possible and you smiled reaching a hand up to his face pushing your fingers lightly across his forehead to cease the marks on his face, just like you have always done.

Pablo smiled lightly grabbing your hand and kissed it.

That was it.

“I love you” You said looking straight into his eyes watching the smile on his face grew wider

“I love you too, silly” You sighed looking away

“No” You shook your head pushing yourself off of him, you threw away the blanket and sat in front of him, Pablo sat straight too, one of his hands went to your clothed tight “I love you�� Like, I’m in love with you”

His silence made you instantly regret it.

“You’re joking with me, right?” He asked after a long while looking at you in eye, you shook your head “No, tú me estás mintiendo” (No, you’re lying to me) he said while shaking his head in disbelief

“I’m not. I do love you”

“You’re not in love with me. Why are you saying that?”

“I’m saying it because I feel it, Gavi” You said laughing humorless “Is it really hard to believe it?”

“We’re best friends, Y/N/N!”

“And I’ve fallen in love with you!” You exclaimed before shaking your head “How?”

“I don’t know how, Pablo” You said covering your face with your hands “I just started seeing you with other eyes, I wanted to be next to you every hour, I wanted to see your smile and next thing I knew was that I do am in love with you” You said looking at him

“You must be confused”

“I’m not!” You exclaimed frustrated “This isn’t something that happened recently, I’ve felt this way for you, like, for four years now” You admitted looking straight into his eyes.

No words were said anymore, you just looked at each other. You knew what that silence and kind of reaction meant.

“I think it’s safe to guess you don’t feel the same way I do” You tried to light up the mood with a small smile

“I’m sorry” That’s all Pablo said

You fucked everything up between the two of you in a matter of seconds. You fucked up twelve years of friendship in one moment, with just a single action. You should’ve stayed quiet. You shouldn’t have listened to Pedri. You should just have kept your love for Pablo, to yourself.

“That’s okay” You said softly, nodding grabbing the remote and paused the movie on the screen.

You sighed picking up the empty vases that were once full with Coca-Cola and the empty bowl of popcorn

“Y/N/N” You heard his nickname for you but ignored it.

You went to the kitchen and putted the dishes in the dishwasher and taking off Gavi’s hoodie. It felt warmer but right now it doesn’t feel right using it.

You came back to the living room and placed the hoodie on his lap. You watched how Pablo didn’t reacted to it, his eyebrows were once more furrowed

“Don’t be sorry, Pablo” His eyes immediately went to yours “I swear, it’s fine” You said while trying not to break down in front of him. Your hand went once more up to his forehead “You seriously need to give those eyebrows a break” You tried once more to lift the aura with a smile on

You sighed removing your hand and grabbing your phone and car keys that were on the table in front of you

“You’re leaving?” He asked “I thought you were staying the night”

“I was” You looked at him “But I just saw on the Uni group chat that the professor I’ve told you about, just uploaded the exam and it’s now due to tomorrow and I don’t know shit. So, I’ll spend the night studying for it”

“Don't lie. Your phone was always here and you didn’t even looked at it”

“Really?” You asked leaning over to him to give him a kiss on his forehead, a normal gesture between the two of you that you couldn’t help yourself stop from doing.

“You know you can study here, right? I’ve a lot of copy books of yours in my room” He followed you to the principal door You sighed

“I don’t think its right for me to stay right now, Pablo”

“Stop calling me, Pablo”

“That’s your name”

“It isn’t for you. You’ve always called me Gavi, Gavira, hell even Martín”

“But that’s your name” You giggled a bit “I’ll call you when I get home”

“You don’t need to leave” He said a bit desperate “We can just forget about this? Pretend none of this happened?” He pleaded with a hand on his door preventing your leaving while you were putting on your shoes

“No. I just can’t forget this easily. I can’t pretend I don’t love you. I can’t pretend we are okay as if I hadn’t said anything. I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt me”

You not loving me back, you wanted to say

“I’ve been in love with you ever since we turned fourteen, Pablo. I just told you how I feel. I thought you, maybe; felt the same way seeing as we practically do act like a couple minus the kissing. I made myself believe something it wasn’t there” You said sniffling

“You also look like you need to process all of this, I do too. I think the best for both of us is time. To process, to digest, to ourselves” You shook your head “And then maybe I can pretend nothing happened and forget about this”

“Y/N/N” Pablo began shaking his head “I’m truly sorry, I wish-” You cut him off, smiling at him

“But you don’t” You said “And it’s fine, it truly is. These stuffs happen, all the time and to everyone” You sniffled trying to hold your tears in

“You don’t need to lie to me”

“And I don’t” You were

“Why does this feels like a goodbye?” You laughed lightly

You shook your head, stepping forward wrapping your arms around him. It would be the last time you hugged him, in a long while

“We’re still best friends, right?” You nod against his neck

“We are” You spoke softly into his ear “We always be” Pablo inserted his face in the crock of your neck “You just need to give me some time to stop these feelings for you so we can come back to what we once were” You said hugging him tighter and feeling how he hugged you back even tighter “You’re not getting the rid of me so easily, Pablo” You felt a smile on your neck

“And I don’t plan to do so” He said shaking his head.

You slowly let go of your hold on him but he didn’t, instead, he hugged you even tighter “C’mon, let me go” You said patting his forearms a bit “I will not disappear out of your life, I promise”

“It kinda feels like it”

“But I will not” You distanced yourself enough to see his face “I promise” Pablo unwrapped only one arm off of you and showed you his pinky. You smiled locking your pinky with his

“I promise” You repeated as he nodded lightly and slowly let his arm fall out of your body

“I’m sorry” You smiled shaking your head and grabbed the door handle, not looking back to him, leaving his house with your heart on his hands, unknowingly to him.

You just made a promise but you didn’t know if you could keep it. Distance was the best way to forget sometimes and you were twelve years by his side and four years loving him in a way you knew, you shouldn’t have done.

It would take a lot of time, for you to just simply forget your love for him. Being in the safety of your car, you sniffed several times more to stop the tears from falling down while being stuck in his driveway while he was looking at you.

You turned on the engine, put on your seatbelt and got ready to drove off when you realized you had a new message.

Mi Gavi🤍💙

Don’t become a stranger, please.

Take care and once more, I’m sorry.

You smiled watching him leaning on his doorway with a frown on his face, he was worried.

“I will not, you’re my best friend; don’t worry please. Also, whip that frown out of your face, you’re too young to have those forehead lines. Girls will not like you if you have those” You sent hit to the voice message and watched him react

Mi Gavi🤍💙

Te quiero

You couldn’t answer back to that so you got out of his messages to call someone driving off

“¿Ya le dijiste?” (Already told him?) You hummed not trusting your voice “Ajá, ¿Y qué pasó? ¿Ya hicieron algunas cosillas? Chiquillos-” (Alright, and what happened? Already did some little things? You little-) You cut him off

“Fue una mierda” (It was shit)

“Joder” (Fuck) “Want me to come over to yours?” You hummed once more and nodded

“And can you bring some helado, por favor?” (Ice cream, please?)

“On my way”

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“Que el muy tonto se va a arrepentir, se va a dar cuenta que te ama y va a venir cuando estés sanando, que estés olvidándolo” (That fool will regret it, he’ll realize he loves you and he’ll come back when you’re healing, when you have started to move on already) Pedri said putting his ice cream down while wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer to him as you cried out your pain away

“It’s not his fault, you know?” You defended him “You can’t love someone if you don’t feel like it. You can’t just fall in love just because and out of nowhere if you don’t feel it. He doesn’t see me in that way and I’ve got to deal with it” You sniffed inserting the spoon into the tornado ice cream Pedri brought you

“If anything, it was my fault, he didn't do anything. I was the stupid one who did the mistake” You shrug your shoulders “You aren’t supposed to fall in love with your best friend and I did it with mine”

“Ay, nena” (Oh, baby girl) He brought you to his embrace as you cried it out, remembering the faces of impression, disbelief, pity and negations of Gavi “He’ll regret this” Pedri said shaking his head not knowing what happened in Gavi’s head

"He does love you"

"No. He doesn't. So the best thing to do is for me to forget about my feelings towards him and distancing myself for a while" You shook your head "...And i truly hope that passes quickly. I don't like being this heartbroken for someone"

Pedri was sure Gavi would regret it as soon as he realized his feelings and it would be up to you the decision.And it triggered him because once you made up your mind no one could get anything out of your head.

The situation was a bit hard, two best friends loving each other but distanced in an awkward position.

Pedri was afraid that your friendship couldn't pass by this. You were afraid your friendship couldn't pass by this. That was the worst it could happen

And that night, meanwhile you cried yourself to sleep in the arms of Pedri, who was still in disbelief, cursing out at his best friend for being so clueless and so stupid for not realizing his feelings sooner, his focus was on you.

You were his best friend too, like a little sister he never had and one thing he had in mind was, not wanting to see you again so sad and so broken ‘cus you didn’t deserved it.

You really didn't. And much less by the hands of your best friend, Pablo.

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@gaviypedrisbride

[juxtaposed-nerd]

aapi heritage month headcanons pt. 3 !!!

just in time for s3 of dndads, let’s get into it! this one will probs be a lot but so much has happened in the past year 😭

- taylor LOVES chinese new year, he looks forward to it every year as the favorite (only) child and he eats all the dumplings he could ever eat and gets tons of red envelopes

- cassandra and morgan become best friends/mother-daughter relationship vibes post-doodler, like they are the most badass and cool women in the world and i do think taylor grows to love morgan so much and even though his relationships with nick/glenn are strained, at least he has the best mom and grandma

- as a voice actor for anime/cartoons i think cassandra really did fall in love w the art of anime and i’d love for her to guest at a con (make her the j michael tatum of her world PLEASE) and taylor gets a free ticket to weeb out as much as he wants <3

- in my heart glenn is trying his best, like he really wants that closeness (haha) and i think now post-doodler it's like literally what started as a father/son duo of him and nick now is genuinely a huge (kinda fucked up) family that is trying to mend itself and i do think it starts with chinese takeout !!!

- sidenote i think the close/foster/swifts etc are a great example of how freddie has subverted asian stereotypes fr and also how a family stuck in an absent/neglectful cycle has the ability to come together again

- the mending includes hermie too, hermie definitely deserves something more in his life and the chance get to be a kid w a home in the form of a big family w his bio dads (his normal parents are invited too) (and i also love the idea of normal being like 'grandpa henry! this is the guy!' and hermie being an honorary oak would be so cute 😭)

- hermie went and saw joy ride (2023) bc it was marketed as a comedy and came out bawling his eyes out from that one scene y’all adoptees know what im talking about

- tbh thinking about taylor's closeness w his mom and francis's w kimon wan literally asian moms are holding this show together

- the farnsworth’s are thai and german and they came to peachyville at a young age to give their newborn son a better life very starting nuclear family vibes, ed definitely learned thai for her, and now their son is a bowling champ!

- francis farnsworth and taylor swift are lowkey the spectrum of asian upbringing where it's like midwest asians vs socal asians 😳🤭 they live in different worlds

- kimon wan is an immigrant mom just trying to raise her family and her damn son wont stop being a loser 🤦‍♀️ literally milf w a shotgun (ed is a lucky man FR) (sorry anthony burch)

- when francis is having a really tough day then kimon wan will leave a plate of cut up fruit at his door so he knows he's still supported

- luo's golden wok is the first and only chinese restaurant in peachyville and they have to have the best pepper steak ever im calling it now

- tony collette would love and hate both jodie and glenn i think for different reasons but instead of calling them formosans he’d call them orientals 💀

- also tony collette is 0.0001% asian (chinese) and tyrus luo either DEFINITELY knows which is why he puts up w all the bullshit tony does or tony is determined to make sure that tyrus NEVER finds out ever

- they have a 'throwback' silent movie night at the drive-in and they show a meryl streep film and literally everyone falls in love w him 🥰

- billion millions was a crazy rich asian and he was an icon

- once again they mean the world to me! might end up posting more at some point who knows lol

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checkout past headcanons: 2022! 2023!

[burningblizzard224]

I wish I knew every version of you

I know one of them, and bits of the rest.

Post 2022, Virgil, you. I know you, I know your favorite sandwich, the way you sit with bad posture, your partner, the way you make box Mac n cheese on thanksgiving, how the wind makes you cry, the light jingle of your bag, how you type, (how you type.), your love for art, your caring for people, how you have a spreadsheet of times youve cried, your pro nouns, your job, your classes, the stress of checking your grades and seeing dollar signs, your laugh, your voice, “yeah?”, how you almost cant help yourself from comforting people even though you’re not always sure how, the way you feel so light in someone’s arms when sleeping yet so present in a hug, the way your face reacts when you say something, how you can’t let go of things, you hold onto anything from a person you care about, how you lay on a couch by yourself because it still smells like them, you don’t like to shower, rather you don’t like committing to a shower, you check apps over and over again even if you know they aren’t going to post, “I don’t know what it is like not to have deep emotions. Even if I feel nothing, I feel it completely.” You’re not very good at sitting in silence, especially being still in silence, you seem so free to me, a bird who’s flying yet has so many threads pulling them back down, while Icarus couldn’t fly to high he also couldn’t fly to low, your voice, I’ve always done voices in my head but yours is different as in it’s not me doing your voice but it’s your voice, your bony hips elbows and knees, you cant lay down on the floor for to long, your bony hips have nerds sitting in a closet from years ago, your room is you, I wish you sometimes wore contacts because I think you believe you look wrong without glasses, you have only finished the cheddars pasta twice, after everything it’s still you.

Thats the only you I’ve known, but I can see the other ones in poems, photos and stories

Circa 2021 Virgil you talk about like a bad phase, who you’re embarrassed about, yet I think this is still who writes most of your poems, your phone is your friend, thats where you can watch a bunch of people play Minecraft and pretend that everything is ok, is he still in your life?, he’s still in your mind today, a ghost who haunts the words that you write, you’re starting to realize how people can lie, why would you lie, this you shaped modern day you more than almost anyone, you didn’t tell your mom about Least Favorite Only Child, you’re not an only child, when’s the last time you weren’t, are you an only child on cookie day?, drunk people scare you, you never liked Derik because of that, your clothes scream at you, has Addison Grace released that song yet?, you have friends yet feel empty, you look uncomfortable at a lunch table at times, why is everything sad, why are all these things sad, why have you become so sad, it didn’t start here, but it’s loud here, it’s so loud, yet no one will listen, why won’t anyone listen?

You did the lip sync every year, I wish I had it my camera roll, you’re different, you’re different from you, from those around you, from wanting a different name that comes from that weird kid show, to your hair, to how you dress, but you still had died hair, you change your name, you say I want sad young but I don’t think you were far behind, you’re fully aware you’re not straight, “she/her” starts sounding wrong, your Halloween costumes always impress me in photos, yet some photos you just look uncomfortable, I know less and less about you the farther we go back, yet I wish I knew every version of you

You eat chocolate so odd, eating the actual chocolate part then the middle, I wonder just how blonde your hair was, your name, I don’t know if I’ve even said it, you listen to your dad’s music in the car, your school has a giant hill in it that sucks, I think we would’ve been friends, I wish we were friends, you really are an artist, and I wish I knew more, you still have many of your stuffed animals, I wonder when you actually got Max, Mim and Jaya, the way you talk about friends is the most i think I hear this version of you, or when talking about your sister, you just want to know your cool sister, she talks about a letter you wrote for her in class, I wish you saw the smile she had on her face when we had that conversation.

[justforbooks]

The Proof of My Innocence by Jonathan Coe

This tricksy caper ranges from 1980s Cambridge to the rise and fall of Liz Truss with entertaining results

Well, it worked for Richard Osman. Twenty-three-year-old Phyl, stuck in her parents’ house with an English degree and a zero-hours job in a sushi chain, is wondering how hard it could be to write a cosy crime novel. “Death in a Thatched Cottage? The Beach Hut Murders? The Flapjack Poisonings?” As another character points out, it’s bizarre that violent homicide has been rebranded as “cosy”. “It’s very British, in some indefinable way.”

Jonathan Coe, the laureate of Britishness, sets his 15th novel against a particularly wobbly period of national history: the short-lived ascendancy of Liz Truss and the death of the Queen in autumn 2022. It is indeed a happily playful and nicely satisfying slice of cosy crime, scattered with clues and red herrings, locked‑room mysteries, teetering cliffhangers and stagily withheld information. Before she is shocked out of her apathy by a sudden death, Phyl also considers trying her hand at the genres of dark academia and auto­fiction, and accordingly one section of the book is a memoir of mysterious goings-on in a Cambridge college in the 1980s, and another a report in real time of a search for a rare book, with two narrators who can’t agree on whether to use the present or the past tense (“fake and embarrassing”).

There’s a lot going on, and Coe marshals it all with ingenious ease. As ever, the real target – the savagery behind the cosiness – is the amoral individualism and free-market greed of those with power and privilege, first excoriated in 1994’s What a Carve Up! Here, rightwingers gather at a country house hotel for the TrueCon conference, delighting in the elevation of Truss and Kwasi Kwarteng. Alongside the culture war comedy of speeches such as “Britain’s Real Pandemic: The Woke Mind-Virus” is the serious business: big money jostling to get in on the carving up of the NHS.

Blogger Christopher Swann, a friend of Phyl’s mother from their Cambridge days, has been investigating the incursion of the far right into the political centre for decades, only to be dismissed as a paranoid fantasist: officially, the plans are never to privatise the NHS, only to “streamline” it. As we see in the memoir of another Cambridge friend, describing his culture shock on arriving there as a northern state school kid, these covert networks of power have been spreading since the days of Thatcher and Reagan.

The political mystery – is there a smoking gun that will reveal a plot to destroy the NHS – plays second fiddle to a literary one: the fate of an obscure writer from the 1980s. Peter Cockerill was that extremely rare phenomenon, a rightwing novelist, furious to be punished for his politics with exclusion from the glamorous gang of Rushdie, Amis, McEwan et al. And the solution to the mystery, as the title suggests, rests on a proof (copy) of My Innocence, the book in which he renounced fiction for good.

Coe enjoys himself satirising literary fashions, creative jealousy and the inevitable passing of time, with a bittersweet nostalgia for his own youth, when society was seduced by money, and the books world by Martin Amis’s Money. He gives himself a walk-on part in the Cambridge section as Tommy Cope, an ineffectual English student mainly known for writing incredibly bad poetry who later surprises his peers by achieving “modest success” with the “mildly satirical” Quite the Mash-Up.

Modest, mild: Coe is only too aware of his own understated – even cosy – reputation. His fiction has always ranged gentle, decent souls against headbangers and maniacs, and Phyl is no exception. Amid the literary fun and games, there’s a deeply sad note as she muses on the dog-eat-dog Britain wrought by the events of the last 40 years: “How is someone like me supposed to survive in a world like this? Everything that defines me is unsuited for it. My passivity. My idealism. My innocence. I just don’t have what it takes.” Phyl’s parents, too, are passive and shoulder-shrugging in the face of the political insult of Liz Truss: “Prime ministers come and go,” sighs her dad. The old have run out of energy and indignation; the young feel stuck in hopelessness and inertia, retreating from the world, as Phyl does, under the comfort blanket of endless episodes of Friends: a safe, pre-smartphone universe feeding off “nostalgia for a time before we were born”.

This is the context in which Coe plumbs the disconnect between Truss’s appointment as PM and the general bafflement that greets it, threading her speeches through the narrative along with the infuriating transport announcement “See it. Say it. Sorted”, a grating real-world soundtrack to his metafictional hijinks. His previous novel Bournville caught the national mood during historical highlights from the 1953 coronation to the wedding of Charles and Diana; here there’s a great set piece focusing on mourners filing past the royal coffin: the nation brought together by two of its favourite things, queueing and the Queen.

Another Coe tic is the piece of art, whether film or music, often glimpsed or heard in childhood and ever after treasured, coming to represent something more than mere nostalgia: a secret world behind the world. In Middle England it was the song Adieu to Old England: “One of the most eerie and melancholy English folk tunes ever written,” thinks Benjamin Trotter. Here it’s the “haunting and wistful” ballad Lord Randall, borrowed by Bob Dylan for the structure of A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall, which raises goose bumps in all who hear it and is more deeply embedded in a central character than ever before.

Coe’s subject may be inertia and nostalgia, but The Proof of My Innocence is full of energy. It’s a madcap caper, a sideways memoir, a tricksy jeu d’esprit that is also a quiet defence of fiction in a post-truth age, and enormous fun to read.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[waru-chan8]

are there any problematic motogp riders i should know about or avoid?

Hi anon 👋👋. oh boy I'm going to get so much hate for this

You all people need to stop putting riders into pedestals and thinking they are perfects because they are not. They are humans, and they all have faults (some more visible than others). Also what someone considers problematic might not be for others. Like for example, Vale and Marc are both experts in manipulate the media to suit their narratives and that can be a red flag for some people. Or maybe Aleix being too direct can be seen as negative because his mouth has put him in so much trouble.

Anyway said this here (under the cut for those who want to avoid it) it is what I remember at the moment. If anyone wants to add something, feel free to do it.

First of all we have a lot of riders and engineers living in Andorra that is tax haven (Aleix, Pol, Rins, Fabio Q., Iker, Joan, Brad, Miller and The Team Suzuki ECSTAR crew used to live there, also Maverick used to live in Andorra (apparently he went back to Roses after having his daughter)). And Rossi also used to live in London and got in troubles for that.

Then we have the misogynistic comments from Miller (he said something of mocking a friend every time he lost in a race against María Herrera, the borderline treatment Vanessa, the Inside Pass host get from him and the mockery) and Pecco Bagnaia who said 'I was like a women in my period complaining ad moaning' after he broke his leg. Oh and don't forget Miller called other riders princesses for complaining about their bike instead of just riding it.

And we have racist comments from Yamaha's test rider Cal Crutchlow who refused to shake hands with an Asian fan during the pandemic and said something about all of it (pandemic) being because someone eat something he shouldn't. Probably there is more, but I don't really remember. And the worst part is that his team manager, Lucio Cecchinello covered it all. Lucio is also not a saint, he treats differently Rins than he does with Nakagami (brought Rins to his museum and told him to get a podium because it will be X (I can't remember probably 50 or 100) podium of the team, but I can't remember him doing it with Nakagami. There's also Gelete Nieto (Moto2 team manager (Correos Prepago Yamaha VR46 Master Camp or something like that)) who literally said that Asian riders do much worse that the European ones.

Then we have Fabio Quartararo, who had endangered himself and other riders by riding with his leathers open and throwing the chest protector in the middle of a race track while there was a race going on. And when celebrating a victory, we throw a golf a ball where there was still bikes on track.

And Pecco Bagnaia during the 2022 summer got drunk in Ibiza, got in the car and had an accident (crashed it into a roundabout) and only got a slap in the wrist. He also dedicated a special helmet to Dennis Rodman (if you don't know him, go and read his wiki page). There something less controversial about him, but still put him as a red flag. When he doesn't get what he wants, he goes to the media and cry and gets it. He also believes no one can race him on a race on the race track and never will admit his mistakes. And because we are on the Pecco topic, Ducati just put all o this under the rug and gives him whatever he wants. Ducai actually banned one jorno for commenting on one of this thing because it annoyed Pecco.

And let's not forget Johann Zarco, the dirtiest rider of all! He is like a kid on the track, when he knows he is going to lose and he doesn't want to and got the wired crossed, he does dumb stuff to endanger other riders. He recently had an incident that ended in red flag, and was the cause that Maverick and Vale where reborn during Race 1 in Austria 2020. And previously he tried to grab the break of another rider at the end of a race (last lap, after the final corner) because he knew he was going to lose de to the slipstream (Zarco was fighting for the championship that year and winning that race would have helped him)! Fortunately nothing happened in there but it could have ended in disaster.

And the ex-riders:

Dani Pedrosa, actually spend a night in jail for cheating on a boat exam and got arrested. He apologised immediately even if it wasn't necessary.

Aspar (MotoGP legend and Moto2, Moto3 and MotoE team owner) and Jorge Lorenzo got in trouble with the Spanish public tresor.

[mariacallous]

The humble school meal is having a moment. With the nomination of Minnesota’s governor, Tim Walz, as Kamala Harris’s running mate, many voters and pundits are suddenly talking about school meals. And that’s good, because the stakes are high for the national school lunch and school breakfast programs since the campaigns and their parties have very different records and plans.

Since Walz became the Democratic vice-presidential nominee, an image of him has frequently circulated. In the photograph, he’s surrounded by smiling children hugging him after he signed a 2023 bill making school meals universally free for all Minnesota children. His was the fourth state to commit to feeding all children at school; now nine states have done so, and more are considering similar measures. No more forms to fill out to prove your income, which busy parents can forget or that get crumpled in a backpack. No more penalizing children when their parents fall behind on lunch accounts. Every kid gets fed, powering them up for their day’s work learning and growing.

By most measures, the Minnesota program has been successful and popular. Participation in the meals program soared, increasing 15% at lunch and 37% at breakfast compared with the previous year. Due to those increases, the economies of scale improved, and some districts have been able to invest more in scratch cooking with ingredients from local farmers. It turns out that relieving cafeteria staff of the duty to go after parents who fall behind on lunch payments leaves them more time to focus on food quality.

Minnesota’s registered voters are overwhelmingly happy with the program, too. A KSTP/SurveyUSA poll showed that 72% agreed with the legislation, including 90% of liberals and 57% of conservatives. Even 59% of Trump voters in 2020 agreed. In online forums, Minnesota commenters tend to be remarkably supportive of feeding all children, even if they don’t have any themselves or if they think the food could be better. Parents rave about the convenience and savings.

Minnesota’s success isn’t an outlier, but a consistent feature of free meals for all. A 2022 study of the national Community Eligibility Provision (CEP), which provides universally free meals nationwide in districts that have a poverty rate of 25% or more, found that more kids eat when the meal is free. That’s true even among kids who were already eligible for free or reduced-price meals, suggesting that stigma is keeping many from accepting assistance. Even more helpful, families with children in schools that provide meals tend to spend less at the grocery store while still improving the quality of their diets. And, perhaps most important, research consistently shows that school meals improve students’ academic performance, behavior and health outcomes.

It’s not assured that a Harris-Walz administration would push such legislation nationally. Harris has mentioned school meal programs at least twice, once in a 2017 Facebook post deploring lunch shaming and recently on X, when she touted Walz’s school lunch program as a sign of support for the middle class. But if the Democratic ticket does put the issue on its platform or list of priorities, school meals would at least have a knowledgable champion in Walz. He has seen it work on the ground, and he knows the benefits that it brings to the vast majority of families with children in his state.

Meanwhile, Minnesota Republican lawmakers have criticized the free meals program. State representative Kristin Robbins’s complaint is typical: “All the low-income students who need – and we want to provide, make sure no one goes hungry – they were getting [meals] through the free and reduced lunch program. This [new legislation] gave free lunch to all the wealthy families … Is that really a priority?” Walz’s reply to this argument dripped with irony: “Isn’t that rich? Our Republican colleagues were concerned this would be a tax cut for the wealthiest.” The year before, the Minnesota GOP proposed a $3.5bn tax cut that largely would have benefited the wealthiest 20%. Feeding all the state’s schoolchildren, even after going over budget because it was so popular, costs only about one-seventh of that.

Republicans at the national level, too, disdain expanding access to free meals and improving nutrition standards. In March, the Republican Study Committee, a caucus to which roughly three-quarters of all Republican House members belong, released its 2025 budget proposal. It called for ending the CEP for high-poverty districts. Doing so would snatch school meals from millions of children currently receiving them, shifting that cost back to their families. It would also probably increase the bureaucracy for schools, though Republicans claim that this administrative system is rife with “fraud and abuse”. While there have been high-profile cases of fraud in the school meals programs (for instance, a Chicago area nutrition director was recently convicted of stealing $1.5m, largely in chicken wings), most identified “abuse” entails clerical errors like giving wrongly categorized meals (free or reduced-price) to kids very near the income cutoffs or ringing up a meal without one of the required components on the tray, like enough vegetables. I would also point out that, if all children got the meals free, there would be no “fraud” in giving a hungry child a school meal, and we could save the labor and cost of all that paperwork.

Reducing access to free school meals is also a priority of the now-infamous Project 2025, the conservative Heritage Foundation’s blueprint for the next administration. Trump has tried to distance himself from Project 2025, but his ties to it are indisputable and a second Trump White House would probably be well populated with its adherents.

Regarding school meals, Project 2025 repeats the willful deception that the federal lunch and breakfast programs are “specifically for children in poverty”. In truth, from their beginnings, these programs were meant for all children. But they always made allowances for impoverished children’s access – not only poor children, but inclusive of poor children. The authors of Project 2025 argue that any expansion of free meals is against the “original intent” and creates “an entitlement for students from middle- and upper-income homes”. (I wonder what they think of all those wealthy children getting free textbooks?) Their stated policy goals are to “work with lawmakers to eliminate CEP” and to “reject efforts to create universal free school meals”.

While Trump himself may know little about school meals policy (I have never found an instance of him directly talking about it), his first administration set out immediately to relax nutrition standards set under President Obama. The very first policy announcement from Sonny Perdue, Trump’s secretary of agriculture, was that his department would seek to bring back higher-fat chocolate milk, reduce whole grain requirements and stop sodium reductions. And despite the US Department of Agriculture’s own research findings that Obama-era rules had made school meals significantly healthier and debunking claims that plate waste was increasing, one of the last acts of the Trump USDA was to propose a further weakening of nutrition standards to require fewer fruits and allow yet more usually high-salt items such as pizza and hash browns. But the clock ran out on that proposal, and the Biden-Harris administration then increased school meals’ nutrition standards.

Given the Republicans’ legislative goals and the direction of one of the GOP’s leading thinktanks, a second Trump administration would almost surely unravel access to school meals and gut hard-won, incremental gains that have made them healthier. All this despite nationwide polls that indicate a majority of US voters agree that all kids should get universally free school meals.

[moonshynecybin]

Can't decide on a specific scene but i'll take anything you have to say about i'll meet judgement by the hounds bc at this point i have re-read it so many times ...

the thing about ill meet judgement by the hounds is that literally no concrete planning went into writing that thing. i was up against a deadline for a grad school assignment i was procrastinating like NOBODY'S BUSINESS had two panic attacks that week (unrelated to school!!) and then flew to bath with my roommate spur of the moment. posted that ch2 late at night zooted on my anxiety meds and and woke up to some LOVELY messages that i read on a bus when i was pulling away from the airport. insane experience. i didnt even want to give it a chapter two right away i was like IM BUSY. and then i wrote it immediately.

BUT to actually talk about the fic. like you asked <3. i actually had this idea that i wanted to follow marc's pov (at that point i had only written vale) and get inside his insane headspace leading up to his arm surgery and then be like. wouldnt it be crazy if vale was there and wanted to reconcile a bit but he was also kind of avoiding SAYING THAT. wouldnt that make marc feel EVEN CRAZIER. marc marquez saw trap simulator. inside you there are two wounds one is valentino rossi and the other is your fucked up arm. anddddd 2022 seemed like the ideal place for a rosquez reunion to me! like. dramaturgically. marc is on the brink. vale has just retired (easy to get a reason for him to have an epiphany regarding marc, made even easier bc marc pov means i never have to explain it in depth !)

and the thing about this fic is that it was supposed to be. A LOT longer. go race by race until his surgery and have them talk a lot more. change a little more gradually. but uh. ive already said my life was insane at that time and i got excited and fucking SENT that badboy. (again. i was lightly tranquilized.) which i think MOSTLY makes it better but the pacing is still little wacky. anyways i do think of the scene i cut where marc talks to alex all the time but i think i also fully deleted it! dont write fic under the influence! i also cut a BIG scene of them at the french GP where vale brings marc a sandwich and makes him eat it. it should also be noted that i was doing SO much journalism research about this period and i found a bunch of WILD quotes from marc that i compiled into a small insane vision board of them to ground my fic in his crazy way of conceptualizing his life. that i apparently also deleted while zen-ed out. so

more stupid behind the scenes under the cut

actual plot summary (my "outline") that i wrote out at the top of my google doc complete with typo:

Thinking about how absolutely distressing it would be for Marc pre surgery or right after if Vale tried to reconcile. Early 2022 before surgery decision and post Vale retirement

Scenes of Vale like. earnestl y talking to him. Marc represses a panic attack every time. race by race?

and here's what i had written for aragon, which is full of lines i just thought of with NO context or structure like this part would NOT take off the ground. you might notice some of them get repurposed later in the fic:

III. French GP, 2022. P6.

Marc’s still not out of the habit of reaching for him, apparently. He looks— God. Marc’s head hurts just looking at him. He could swear he has defenses from this, from how Marc can feel where he is in every room they’re in together. He guesses somewhere in the last few weeks he’s lost them, again. Just another thing he used to be good at.

despite everything, Marc can feel himself relax, with Vale here. The warm heat of him sharing space. He used to feel like this all the time. Vale to his left. His arm, casual and pain free, on his right. Now he's scarred all the way down both sides.

He remembers when he was a kid and he met Vale. How he had winked at Marc and said, I'll look out for you, cradling the toy car that Marc had brought specifically to give to him in his hands. How Marc had turned it over in his brain for years. I'll look out for you.

Marc bargains with himself

Marc does stupid, stupid things when Vale is in his life. He knows this. Going to the ranch is a bad idea. the press alone, if anyone finds out, would feed the paddock journos for years. It would be stupid— risky

Someone needs to tell him not to race. calm him down. Usually, it’s Álex. 

MORE OUTLINE: Vale brings him a sandwich and Marc wants to cry, terrible race. They watch a movie its very Valentino voice lemme take care of you !!! but no talking about their past lmao. maybe arm

Genuinely terrible race. That one stat about alwasy finishing top 5 or crashing. Vale like actually gets him to talk about his arm which gets no where fast (guest alex?) and riding misery begins to reach a tipping point

[minsungchronology]

My Personal Opinions on Minsung's Dynamic (2019)

Disclaimer: I am not trying to pass off my opinions as facts. This is my personal interpretation of what is laid out right in front of us. I could be completely off base because I don’t know these guys personally, so take this with a grain of salt and feel free to disagree!

If 2018 Minsung was “show”, then 2019 Minsung is definitely “tell”.

This year, we get a lot more in-depth information about their dynamic from their own mouths as well as a little bit from the other members.

This year, I feel like all the members (not just Lee Know and Han) have settled more into themselves. You can tell they are more comfortable (and less awkward?) on camera than they were the year prior. Lee Know’s outside-of-the-box personality is more discernible and he’s more inclined to show that side of himself to us, but I think that really peaks in 2020 (Gods Menu era) and onwards.

Han shows a side of himself that I’m pretty sure a lot of fans at that time were very surprised to hear, from someone as seemingly as outgoing as him. He’s the definition of a classic introvert: he doesn’t like crowds, he likes staying home, and he’s very quiet around people he doesn’t know well, even though he’s loud and outgoing around his closest friends and members.

This year, Lee Know and Han finally explain to us why they have so much in common. It explains why they naturally get along well and why they gravitate towards each other. They’re both (+Hyunjin) the “weird” ones of the group, both of them don’t prefer deep conversation, there’s no such thing as awkward silence (haha) between them, they like scary movies, they go to cafes a lot, they eat out a lot together in general, the list goes on.

Though, one thing that really stuck out to me was them saying in their Two Kids Room episode that they both “don’t care about what others think”.

Watching their interactions in subsequent years, I think that’s really interesting to take note of. To me, it explains a lot about their individual personalities, their friendship, the way they act around each other…and their very interesting dynamic that flourishes in 2022/2023.

And that they’re both “in their own world” together: Something that never changed about them.

There’s a bit of push and pull this year. We get to see more of their playful bickering, the slight changes in their friendship. You really get to see multiple sides to it (as shown in One Kids Room). I really enjoyed doing this year (and 2020 which I’m working on) because we get to see the foundation of their friendship (or at least a better glimpse into it).

And there's also a couple of instances where the members tease them. Chan casually telling them to have a good date even though they're in JYP's cafeteria of all places doing a Vlive with fans. And Changbin made it his mission to specify that LK knows Han's sleeping habits during One Kids Room. Man did him so dirty 😭😭

My personal opinion:

At this point, I still believe they are just friends. They literally behave like best friends if you watch them throughout this year.

Lee Know’s actions seem to be way more toned down this year than last year, perhaps putting those feelings on lock or just forcing them away in the back of his mind, as it’s just unrealistic for feelings like that to flourish at a time like this. They’re not as certain with their careers, they’re still rookies, they’re younger, being more careful/experienced on camera, other obvious reasons, etc.

Minus a few isolated incidents, things don’t get eyebrow raising with them until around 2022 IMO.

I’ve personally known and heard of best friend situations where one has a crush/feelings on the other for years, they don’t act on it for a plethora of reasons (i.e: the other does not feel the same way until much later in life or they don’t want to risk ruining their friendship). Sometimes they might even date other people before they figure things out…if they ever figure things out. In my case, the people I knew did end up dating each other after dating other people and are still together to this day.

But there are a few moments where Lee Know “slips”.

-The 1st Anniversary Vlive where they’re dressed up in their Miroh outfits, to the point where Han has to point him back to the camera.

-The "9th" episode with the Han fancam sendsssss me every time CAUSEEEEE…that guy thought he was slick ijbol

-Then the "I.N Hometown" Vlive near the end of the year (this one is so interesting). To my surprise, a lot of people didn’t notice it. At the end of the live when they all get ready to say their goodbye’s, LK places his hand on Han’s leg but immediately clenches his fist after realizing what he did. Han looks at him and LK almost grins at the last second. The group, as a whole, has skinship as their second language (some members to a lesser degree, like I.N). Touches like that to them are innocuous and no one blinks an eye. So LK’s behavior here makes me go 🤨?????

Han I think is not as (reluctant?) as he was last year. He even reciprocates Lee Know’s flirting during the “Stay’s Tell Us What To Do” Vlive and seems almost flustered by it. Then there’s a segment during Weekly Idol where Han freestyle raps and asks LK to be his boyfriend (Freudian slip?) as a way to get LK to choose him over the other members. Again, he’s more difficult to read, but I don’t think he really wants to acknowledge it or even realizes.

In 2020, you’ll see a very interesting change with Han’s behavior. You’ll really start to notice his appreciation of LK’s looks. 😉

[zombielesbean]

My Gamedev Portfolio!!

here's every single game I've made!

Marshmallow in Fruit Land (2018)

my first ever finished game project! a cute little puzzle platformer about changing colors and collecting fruit! (and also... rubber ducks?)

Check it out on itch.io!

Super Climb Up (2019)

this one's an NES-inspired platfomer about climbing mountains! watch out for local wildlife and maybe clean up some litter along the way while you're at it!

Check it out on itch.io!

Pizza Time Explosion (2019)

an arcade-style game about collecting pizza toppings to build a pizza star to critical mass and bring about the pizza time explosion! you can also fight zombies, eat garbage, or make a pretty picture, if you'd like!

Check it out on itch.io! | Also check it out on Steam!

Marshmallow on a Roll (2022)

this one was made for a game jam! I worked on this one with two others, I did the graphics, and a bit of the programming! in this sequel to Marshmallow in fruit Land, you have to help Marshmallow defend his fruit from the onslaught of weirdos! however, the hazards the dice conjures up can hurt you, too, so watch out!

also, you can play this one for free!

Check it out on itch.io!

Grey Area (2023)

my newest (and biggest!) project is coming soon! Grey Area is a platforming adventure following Hailey, an eight year old kid who finds herself in a strange world between worlds, known as the Grey Area... there's strange creatures to meet (and to evade), surreal landscapes to explore, and mysteries to unravel!

Check it out on itch.io! | Also check it out on Steam!

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2: (Un)Answered Questions & Plot Holes (Pt3) + Mayfair Witches 2x3 Deets: Felix & Lestat Timeline?

I made 2 rants about Felix & Lestat in MW 2x3 (x x), but I still have a bunch of questions, AMC, esp. cuz of this dialogue here:

Felix: That feeling's guilt. That's a human thing. Makes them behave like sheep...easy to kill. Lasher: I don't find it easy. Felix: Oh, it'll get easier! Did for me. But I had a good teacher. Lasher: Why? What did he tell you? Please, tell me what he said. Felix: We're meant to cull the herd. It's a natural thing, like Mr. Darwin taught!

According to this exchange, Lestat TOLD Felix that vampires/immortals/monsters/etc are "meant to cull the herd."

(And we know Felix's teacher is Lestat--Esta confirmed it twice--this isn't Armand or Marius or Bruce or some rando.)

This implies that when Lestat took Felix in, he was still holding fast to his dogmas about humans being nothing more than The Meat, that vampires were free to kill without guilt/shame/remorse/etc.

That nixes the fan theory than in S3 Lestat can swoop in and say Louis lied/misremembered/etc and LES was the one who actually promoted killing only the Evil Doers (a la book!Lestat in TVL).

That also nixes the theory that Les was starving in his SadShack the entire time post-Paris, from 1949 - 2022. He would've had to have been showing Felix HOW to cull the herd, by killing humans too.

1) So when did Les turn to being a shut-in eating rats?

The timeline's weird, cuz Felix is a "millennial," meaning he was born sometime between 1981 - 1996--his actor Gabriel Freilich is 35, born 1989. But Felix looks young though, and definitely talks like he's barely 20ish, like an impressionable dumb kid. He had to have been turned into a vampire and/or orphaned fairly recently, to be looking to Lestat of all people for guidance. It couldn't have been in the 70s, cuz Felix wouldnt've been born yet, and not the 80s-90s either, cuz he'd be just a little kid. So was Felix Turned/orphaned/met Lestat in his 20s-ish, maybe around the 2000s?....

Cuz 2000's the same year LOUIS also stopped killing people! 👀

In 2x8 we see Louis collect ALL of Claudia's diaries AND yellow dress from the Theatre--but that contradicts what Louis told Daniel about them being "scattered" across Paris & NOLA--for some reason Lou DIDN'T have all of them in 1973.

And we know in the books that the Talamasca found Claudia's diaries & Lestat had her dress, not Louis. My pre-S2 theory was that AMC!Louis/Lestat found Claudia's diaries in the 80s/90s (after 1973), and this caused Louis to spiral & stop killing in 2000.

But now I'm wondering if LESTAT was the one who found some of Claudia's stuff from NOLA, and told Armand/Loumand about it (or maybe just sent them her stuff?); and Loustat were both triggered TOGETHER, and decided to BOTH stop killing in 2000? 🤔 Louis moves to Dubai & starts The Farm; and Lestat turns to rats?

Cuz AMC's clearly not fully following the books, where Armand lied to Loustat that they were dead. Lestat didn't seem SURPRISED to see Louis alive in 2x8, like he thought Louis was dead all this time. He just wanted Louis to confirm if Lou had hurt himself in SanFran--so they clearly didn't talk about it, if they had met before 2x8. 🤔🤔

And Les also asked if Lou's been seeing ghost!Claudia--meaning if the Loustat had met before 2x8, Les hadn't seen ghost!Claudia at that time either. So SOMETHING BAD happened post-1973 & pre-2022 to trigger Lestat seeing Claudia all of a sudden, and starting to eat rats. 🤔🤔🤔

This would then explain how/when Lestat switches up on Felix--telling him to cull the herd one second, but collect rats for Les to eat the next. 🤔🤔🤔🤔 Les couldn't've been seeing Claudia & eating rats when he first met Felix, if he's cognizant enough to teach Felix about culling the herd & trusting his instincts & humans being sheep & we are gods & blahblah. (Also, Les seemed fine in 1973 when he was chatting on the phone with Armand, so...? 🤷)

2) WHO is following Human Rules?

Cuz here's the thing--Lestat didn't go "crazy" in that SadShack cuz he was guilty/conflicted living by human rules about not killing humans. He was going crazy with GRIEF over Claudia.

WE are assuming that Felix is implying that Les eating rats is what drove Les "crazy," but Lasher doesn't have that context! What Felix says to Lasher still implies that's this is what LESTAT told him would happen--NOT a result of something Felix actually witnessed himself.

So which one is it? Is Lestat giving this advice, or Felix?

Cuz Lestat would've been grieving over Claudia AND Louis post-1973 regardless. So yeah, maybe this is just what Felix is ASSUMING, that the rats/rules are the problem; same way he idiotically assumes that Lasher being inhuman automatically means human rules about morality shouldn't apply to him.

GOD this show makes ME crazy. WHAT are they doing with the timeline? WHEN is all of this stuff happening, AMC? It MATTERS, contextually. Felix is a throwaway character, but LESTAT IS NOT, and Rolin giving Esta carte blanche to throw this stuff in makes it CANON, because this IS a connected universe.

So what Felix says isn't a throwaway at all--IWTV now has to explain this, too, and the whole dynamic between Lestat & Felix, and the series of events that not only led to Felix spewing all this garbage to Lasher, but also Lestat spewing his nonsense to Felix, in the context of what we saw in S1 & S2.

[mrbob0822]

Robert Moonbrow, Cleric of Pelor | Sole Survivor & Dogmeat

Photography by David Ngo at C2E2 2024

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Hello, Tumblr!

It's...certainly been quite a while, hasn't it? OOF. I really apologize for the unintended hiatus.

I was at C2E2 in Chicago a couple of weeks ago with some updated costumes, and figured I'd share!

Friday and Sunday I wore my Sole Survivor costume from Fallout 4, with plenty of extra weathering and proper strapping since I slapped it together prior to Halloween last year. I made the Dogmeat Heavy Dog Armor for my actual German Shepherd(Caboose), but since he's not a service animal(please don't bring your pets to conventions), I wound up purchasing a close-to-life-sized plush version that the costume *mostly* fit on. The number of people who did double-takes and "thought it was a real dog" was staggering, so I guess I did something right. Also, Sunday of C2E2 is always touted as family day, so the number of kids that came up asking to pet my dog was adorable.

On Saturday, I wore my D&D costume: a half-elven cleric of Pelor of my own design. I adore Dungeons & Dragons, and as an homage to nearly playing with the same group(multiple campaigns) since 2002, I made my first character Robert Moonbrow. I debuted this back in 2022, which revealed some issues with my design, so those fixes were made(mostly reinforcing the straps to prevent stretching and to reinforce the area around the rivets since all of the armor is EVA foam) as well as a heater shield I never got around to finishing, which turned out great, with the exception of being able to see the wrist straps through the foam on the front. On a whim, I decided to enter the Crown Championships of Cosplay this year, ReedPop's costume contest. I had zero expectations of anything, since people have no attachment to original characters other than the person making it, but I worked insanely hard on this thing, dumping probably close to 1,000 hours into the costume overall, and pushed the boundaries of my skillset to make something I was truly proud of out of a love for the fun my friends and I had with our time together. I didn't win anything, but it was genuinely great just to be in the same competition as the others who entered with their insane craftsmanship and attention to detail, and I do mean that, sincerely. We had a great time talking shop backstage during the competition and admiring one another's costumes.

Will I ever compete again? Probably not. It kind of eats up the entire day, and it takes me forever to make a costume in general, much less one to compete with. If I ever did, I might consider revamping my Grey Warden Alistair costume or something, but it's an extremely low priority. At the end of the day, cosplay is just a fun hobby for me, and adding extra stress with competition prep and anxiety kinda sucks some of the fun out of it, even though it was a fun and new(at least at this level) experience this time.

This is the only convention I'll be attending this year, much as I absolutely miss all of my friends at Dragon Con and would love to attend. I haven't been there since...2018? Oof. My friend Darryn said he'll be there in 2025, so I made the promise to him that I'll be there, which means I'll be bringing Alistair, since we became friends by cosplaying the character. I would also love to bring my D&D costume, but it's not exactly a cool and comfortable costume, so I'm going to try to test out its comfortability in the heat by wearing it to the Bristol Renaissance Faire on the Wisconsin/Illinois border at the end of July this summer(Saturday, July 27th is the plan). If you're in the area and want to see it in person or say goodbye to me as I potentially die of heatstroke(kidding!(hopefully...)), feel free! Fingers crossed the weather holds out that day for a solid test.

Anyway, time for me to shut up! Enjoy some additional shots from C2E2 2024:

[murdleandmarot]

hello!! for that ask game, 3 and 17? :D

hi hello!!!! I already answered 17, so I’ll just talk about a couple of my favorite movies :)))

1. The Secret of Moonacre (2009)

Jesus Christ I love this movie. It’s based on a book that is bad, but it was made into a movie that is my favorite thing in the world, me and my sister watch it ALL the time.

There’s just so much to love about it. It’s a fantastical movie that I don’t want to spoil, but it’s got magic, it’s got 2008 CGI, it’s got fairytale worlds, it’s got so many queer undertones that it’s insane, it’s got historically inaccurate but stunning costumes, sets and scenery to DIE for, some of my favorite scenes in movie history just for the whimsy of it all, and Tim Curry.

The main character Maria is LITERALLY just me, and very Jemima coded, and you’ll see why if you watch the movie, I cannot recommend it enough. Someday I should do fanart

And it’s got this gayass mcr teenage guyfailure silly boy with eyeliner who my sister clocked as gay the MINUTE he walked on screen.

(Why do people keep doing that to me. First with this, then my friend with Misto (HOW DID HE DO THAT??? IT WAS THE FIRST LINE!!!))

2. Clue (1985) and Glass Onion (2022)

I LOVE detective and crime movies that are focused on shenanigans, aesthetics, and actually SOLVING the crimes. So much of true crime to me is just ‘and then the violent and misogyny person ate 8 children 😔’ like okay. Thank you.

I actually can’t stand it and that’s why I like murder mysteries more than thrillers.

Clue is hysterical and has shaped my humor to an insane degree, my dad and I quote it each other all of the time. The murder mystery element is incomprehensible but the shenanigans are so good that you don’t even notice the entire movie is nonsense until the end. 10/10 no notes.

Glass Onion is a masterpiece. Eat the rich <3. Also they should keep making Knives Out movies forever.

3. Wait Till Helen Comes (2016) and Bluebeard (2009)

OBSCURE INDIE FILM GIRLIES UNTIE!!! I’m a huge fan of movies that are spooky, but not horror, and these movies delivers on both accounts, at least for me. Also they’re free on YouTube :))) double win!!!!

WTHC was one of my FAVORITE books as a kid, (alongside like. Dork diaries and Frozen Charlotte), so when I saw it was a movie on YouTube I lost my mind. Watched it in the middle of the night at my great-aunts house while writing horror fanfiction. Truly the teenage dream.

It’s SO crazy to me, atmospheric, makes almost no sense, but is still one of my favorites.

Bluebeard is Bluebeard :)) so so good, in French, watched it for the first time about two weeks ago? And my computer started screaming at me. Like actual screams. Super creepy. I love the acting, I love the ambiguous ending that is SUPER dark and abstract. What was going on there. I love it.

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World Domination

Pairing: Apocalypse World!Michael x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: angst, hating humanity

Request by anon: Hey can i request a one shot where au Michael have a daughter (reader) her mother was choose to have a kid we Michael because she is descendant of Gods and some supernatural creatures but before the reader born where mother escaped from the apocalypse world and came to main universe for protect the reader but in the end the reader met au Michael and she is a female copy of him (want to destroy the world, etc)?

Summary: Michael impregnates a woman so he can have a Nephilim by his side while he rules over humanity. She won't let that happen, but she doesn't know how persistent you will become once you're born.

Square Filled: free space (2022) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Keep running, Maeve. Keep running and don’t stop. The woman’s chest starts to close the more she runs without a break, her heart is hammering so fast that she thinks it’s gonna burst out of her chest, and her legs feel like jelly but she has one thought in her mind that keeps her running. 

Don’t stop or he’s gonna catch you.

Trees whiz by her, her feet step on every branch in her way, and nothing can be heard for miles but her ragged breathing and heaving panting. She is three months pregnant, she shouldn’t be running like this. She should be at home in bed eating her favorite foods. She should be shopping for baby items to decorate the nursery with. She should be doing this with anyone but him.

She looks back to see if he’s chasing her and almost falls on her face. She can’t put her baby at risk, not after she’s come so far. She doesn’t know where she’s going, who she’s gonna encounter, or what she’s gonna do, but she knows she needs to get away from him.

Just a few more minutes.

Something is bound to come up in these woods. This entire place has been overtaken by angels who love to hide things in plain sight, and they love manipulating the Earth to fit their needs. Something magical is likely to show up, she just doesn’t know what.

After what seems like hours, she comes to a clearing where there is a strip of gold hovering in mid-air. She doesn’t know what this is or what it’ll do to her, but anything is better than being his captive. Even if it kills her and the baby, they’ll both be free from his pain.

She closes her eyes and runs right into the gold stripe. Gone are the trees and dead land only to be replaced by bright lights, bookshelves, and wooden tables. She gasps and stumbles into what looks like a library and right into the arms of a tall and muscular man.

“Whoa, what is going on?” the man gasps and catches her.

“Close it,” she gasps and points to the gold stripe. “Close it before he comes!”

“Whoa, calm down. What is going on?”

“Whatever that is, close it before he comes and kills us all,” she cries.

“Cas, close it,” another tall man orders a man in a trench coat.

“Jack! Close the portal!”

A younger blonde man walks into view and closes the “portal” with his mind. Maeve doesn’t care who these guys are or what they’re capable of. Anyone is better than Michael.

“You’re safe. Take a deep breath,” the man who caught you says.

Maeve collapses to the ground and just cries. In relief? In fear? Because she can finally stop running? She has been going through nothing but stress these last three months because of Michael; She’s not worried about herself, she’s worried about her baby.

“Please…” She pants. “My baby…” She coughs. “Is my baby alright?”

“You’re pregnant?” the tall man asks. She nods and places a hand on her growing stomach. “Cas, do you mind checking?”

The man in the trench coat, Cas, walks over to her and kneels so that he’s on her level. He reaches his hand out to her just as his eyes glow a familiar blue.

“You’re an angel?” she gasps.

“Yes.”

“Don’t touch me!” Cas jumps back and raises his hands in confusion. “You’re just as bad as he is. I hate angels.”

“Okay, why don’t you take a minute to yourself? My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean. Yes, Cas is an angel, but I can promise you we’re a lot better than whoever you’re running from. Cas is one of the good angels.”

This place is different than Maeve has ever seen before. The portal has closed so she can’t get back to her world right now, so she has no choice but to trust these men. This is for the good of her child.

“Okay, fine,” she whispers.

Cas kneels next to her and he places his hand over her stomach. He uses his angelic powers to check how your child is doing, and he pulls his hand away with a smile.

“She is doing well.”

“She?” Maeve gasps.

“I’m sorry, were you not wanting to know that?”

“No, I just didn’t know she is a she.”

“Why don’t you get cleaned up? I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”

Sam helps her to her feet and escorts her to the big bathroom. He allows her to take as much time as she news while the four men talk inside the library.

“Where the hell did she come from?” Dean asks.

“I don’t know. That portal led to the Apocalypse World. Who do you think she was talking about?”

“It could be anyone,” Cas sighs. Maeve takes thirty minutes to herself before joining the four men inside the library. “Are you okay?”

“I’m better than when I arrived.”

“Can you explain who you are and what’s going on?” Sam asks.

“My name is Maeve and I come from a small town in what used to be Florida. After the big war, everything became ruined. People were forced to travel in groups because the angels screwed up Earth too much to be alone. One of the men who was in my group got close to me… I thought he was normal,” she whispers painfully.

“What happened?”

“He got me pregnant. That’s when I found out his name: Michael. He was the archangel who destroyed Earth. He’s the reason I ran. I ran and didn’t stop because I knew he would have killed me after my baby was born. He caught me a couple of months ago but I escaped and have been running ever since. He’s dangerous, he hates humanity, and he wants to destroy them all. He wants a Nephilim to help him with his plans but I refuse to give him what he wants. I can’t let my baby girl be part of whatever plans he has.”

“Yeah, we know more about Michael than we should. Our Michael is locked inside the cage with Lucifer, so you won’t have to worry about him. We can protect you,” Sam says.

“Without a portal, he can’t come here. You’re safe here.”

“Good. I’m very grateful for your help. I’d like to have the baby here where it’s safe if that’s okay. I need the first thing she sees to be her mother.”

“Of course. Jack, would you mind talking to her?” Sam asks.

“Talk to me about what?”

“I’m a Nephilim,” he says. “My mother got pregnant by Lucifer. Your baby is going to grow very quickly. The only thing is that the human body can’t handle the birth of a Nephilim. You won’t survive the birth.”

“What?”

“My mother died giving birth to me. I’m sorry this happened to you, but something that helped me was the videos she took of herself so I could watch them over and over again.” Tears brim Maeve’s eyes at the thought of never seeing her daughter. “I’ll help you communicate with her. She’s listening to everything.”

“As long as she’s protected, I don’t care what happens to me. I’ve suffered from Michael for far too long. I won’t do it anymore.”

The following month went by faster than Maeve thought it would go. She should be four months pregnant but she feels and looks like she is six. Her baby girl is growing too quickly for her to catch up. Sam and Dean have been nothing but kind to her, Castiel has been taking care of her, and Jack has been interacting with her child.

Another month of taking videos, talking to her baby, and forming relationships goes by as quickly as the first. Maeve has gotten too big to move about on her own, so she’s bedridden for the last couple of weeks of her pregnancy. She rubs her hand over her big bump and leans her head back on the pillow.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” she talks to her child. “I just want you to know how much I love you. When you’re born, you’re not going to meet me. You’ll have Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Jack to take care of you. You remember Jack, right? He’s like you. Just remember that humans are better than the angels. Michael is bad and dangerous and doesn't care about you.”

Maeve has been dreading this day, but it’s time to give birth. She’s proud of the woman and mother she’s become over the course of the pregnancy, but all good things must come to an end. Sam and Dean are on either side of her holding her hands, Cas is at the end of the bed, and Jack is watching from the bedroom door.

“Promise me Y/N will be taken care of,” Maeve cries. “Promise me she’s gonna be okay.”

“We promise,” Sam says.

She gets a sharp pain in her side that tells her it’s time to start pushing. Birthing a Nephilim is nothing like birthing a human child. For one, the baby doesn’t help by wiggling their way out, and a bright white light doesn’t shine when they come out. Maeve tips her head back and screams as loud as she could.

The bright white light shoots out of her and to the corner of the room where you stand to your full height. Much like Jack, you grew up to be a teenager instead of an infant. You need to be at this age for what your father has planned. Your mother lays limp on the bed with blood running down her legs. You look at everyone in the room who has become on high alert.

“Y/N, is it?” Sam asks.

“Where is my father? Where’s Michael?”

“Jack, you want to take the lead on this one?” Dean asks.

“Y/N, I know what you’re feeling right now. I get it. You’re scared. We can help you.”

“I want Michael!”

Power explodes out of you which blasts all four men back into the wall behind them so hard they crack the walls. The power that comes from the birth of a Nephilim is enough to open a rift into another universe. Your power comes from the Apocalypse World so that’s where the rift opens to.

You run out of the bedroom to where the power is coming from, and you jump through the portal without a second thought. Gone are the bright lights, bookshelves, and wooden tables only to be replaced by trees and dead land. You look around the place and use your power to close the rift so they can’t get to you.

Jack is a Nephilim like you so he’ll be able to create a portal to here but closing it buys you some time.

“Y/N?”

You turn to see a black man with his arms stretched out.

“Dad!”

You run into his arms and bury your head in his chest.

“Welcome home, my angel.”

“I’m eager to get started.” For the past six months, you’ve heard nothing but what everyone else was saying. Humans are good. Sam and Dean are good people. Castiel is a good angel. Michael is a bad angel. Sam and Dean can protect you. Nothing they said is true because the only good person in this world is Michael, and he’s going to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. “Humans need to be destroyed.”

“That’s my girl,” he grins.

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[jencsi]

I've put up a good fight with this over the past 2 years, but my brain simply cannot get over the trauma of being so sick on Christmas Eve/Day 2022. It has consumed every aspect of my life since then. Every single odd feeling in my gut, every food that "tastes weird" every recall I read about, every time someone says they feel sick or confirm that they or their child is actually sick, sends me spiraling into a contamination OCD nightmare.

I was smart and careful with handwashing, food choices, avoiding restaurants, take out etc. I don't gather in groups much anyways even prior to the pandemic, the very limited family gatherings I do have during the year, are the ones I am trying to stay healthy for.

I requested Christmas Eve off last year and everything went smoothly but my anxiety was high. It triggered an IBS flare up and some issues during the party (I was starting my period early and didn't know it so I panicked and thought I had norovirus again) I barely survived that night.

For 2024, I requested December 20th-25th off so I could hole myself up at my home and avoid people and places so I could be illness free for the big family Christmas Eve gathering. Everything was going smoothly with this until my boss's kid contracted a stomach bug and was sick on Monday 12-16 through Wednesday 12-18. Despite having 0 contact with her prior to this, I have been spiraling ever since. I feared she would get sick next (she didn't) but it's only been 5 days. I worked with her for two and a half hours on Thursday 12-19 and I avoided her like the plague. I got to leave early and start my PTO. (I would not be spiraling so hard these last few days if it wasn’t for this event) Every day since then I have sat here stewing in my own anxiety, eating only "safe foods", making my last trip to a store on the 20th, refusing to eat any of the food my parents made out of fear of illness.

All of this has been incredibly draining and difficult to maintain. This is the worst PTO I have ever used. I can't even enjoy it. Trying to avoid the most contagious, most violent, distressing sickness has been a battle. And I'm still not 100% safe in my crazy OCD brain. Thinking back to 12-24-22 and how things were so good and how quickly they spiraled into madness, the acute timing of it, hour by hour, how fresh and vivid the memory of that night is, and how my health has not been the same since is adding to the stress and anxiety. You do not simply "get over" a stomach bug these days. You are never "out of the woods" no matter how many days have passed since you think you've been exposed. I would trade so much to have the life back that I had prior to this.

It is frustrating to watch everyone around me eat restaurant food, eat more food choices than I can without a care in the world in regards to their health.

I should love the holiday. My regular depression was getting better before health anxiety consumed me. I should not be living like this. As a society we need to do better at curbing the risk factor and spread factor for gastrointestinal illnesses, especially around the holidays. I would even go so far as to say this is worse than COVID I had twice. I would rather have that!

All of this, all of this to deal with, to be exhausted by daily. I feel like I have been running a marathon at the start of every year and the finish line (if I am lucky) is a sickness free holiday. In parallel, I feel as if my entire life has been leading up to Christmas Eve and Day and I could be doomed or I come out unscathed.

The unknown is the bitch of it.

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last song:

favorite color: p~i~n~k~

currently watching: trish paytas 1 hour 11 minute long vlog she posted this morning

last movie: adolescence of utena in like 2022 i think lol ( i dnt care movies)

currently reading: nothing rly i have started some books this year but not been reading much since i feel very busy w art / music

sweet/spicy/savory: Salt

relationship status: Virgin

current obsessions: the planet jupiter, eating mash potatoes every day, bulking in general, yoga, pink uggs i want for my birthday, solfeggio frequencies, practicing guitar..

last thing i googled: "bluey" because my friends were explaining it to me in VC earlier that its like some kids show thats supposedly popular w adult s but ofc ive never heard of it

currently working on: my jalloween costume, A song, being more brave, STENGTH AND FITNESS

i tag @thesentdowngirl @lovehael @ice--ocean @sisterreisaid @ineedtoscream72743745683927 @blluish @retardina @funeralcity @terracottabunny @pinkwater11 sorry i gorget who else i follow LOL but anyone else feel free~

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I loved Loved LOVED the chaeri and hongjong post! Their relationship is so cute 🤭 The part with ateez talking about chaeri in their daily life was so good! (Only if you want to, of course) Can we see more hongjoong and chaeri moments, as well as ateez and chaeri pls 🙏

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

N.D Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! I enjoy a lot writing about Chaeri and Ateez Hope you like this ♡

What you find on the web if you google 'Chaeri and Ateez?' + a short extract from one of Chaeri and Hongjoong's first dates

some clips in a rush ⸻ 🎬

"Alright, alright, I won't rain on your parade. But if you're going to imitate me, at least let me join"

Joong "You are not affected at all" Chaeri "Kinda used to it I would say"

Joong "Since she spends a lot of time in the dorm, the guys started joking that we are kind of the parents of the group" *smiling through the pain* "And we decided to make a list to estimate who is the easiest and hardest to raise"

Yunho "I will definitely be at the bottom of the list. I am one of her favourites."

ධ Fire mouth

Seoul; 2022

"In my defence, I didn't think they were that spicy." She took one last sip from the now-drained bottle of water they had been forced to buy on the street. They had passed by a Mexican food takeaway and were struck by a container of what looked like kettle corn. How did the diner call it? "I will never eat Esquites from that restaurant again, my tongue is still on fire." Esquites, right. "You can't deny that they still had something … addicting".

Hongjoong closed the door behind them as they crossed the threshold of his dorms. They had agreed to go back there for a few hours as neither of them would have to wake up too early the next day. Chaeri, however, had made it clear she didn't want to stay overnight there, and he respected that.

"Addicting if you like hurting yourself"

Chaeri smiled entertained. "So whiny Joong, I probably should have brought Wooyoung instead of you. He'd have been a good kid and eaten everything." "Do you enjoy trying to make people jealous or is it one of your qualities that you only show off to me?" She placed the bag she was carrying on her shoulder right next to her on the sofa "Would you get jealous if I say I do it with everyone?"

He couldn't hold back a smile as he looked at her. So confident all the time, with that challenging stare, she drove him crazy.

"What are you staring at?" She crossed her legs and made herself more comfortable on the pillows around. "Actually, I can’t take my eyes off you"

He knew. Chaeri told him, not in the slightest detail, that a relationship she previously had did not allow her to feel free to be with other men and that, with him, everything was coming up so naturally that it terrified her. If only he had not seen how her eyes changed every time a certain line was crossed between them, he would never have believed that Chaeri - famous for facing everything bravely - was afraid to let herself go in a relationship.

The conversation they had as soon as the 'fake date' thing was turning into something more was constantly on his mind: "I don't know if I will ever be able to love someone as I did with him. I am not even sure if I will be able to love at all, someone other than him. But I needed to be clear with you. I like you..for real, but I can't guarantee that I will fall in love"

"I like you, Chaeri. And if you give me the opportunity to be close to you for a while, maybe you will understand that love is not just once in a lifetime. I won't be a liar telling you that I'm only speaking for your own interest. Call me selfish, but I want a chance with you."

And she was genuinely impressed. Hongjoong was not the usual boy, false moralist, who would try to manipulate her with his gentle ways to achieve his ends. He was human and not afraid to show it.

"I like to watch you too, Joong."

"Let's take a better look of each other, then."

He stood before her to offer a hand. He brought her close to one of the living room windows to let her face be naturally illuminated by the stars in the sky.

Ethereal. It was the only word that gave her justice at that moment. As the moonlight illuminated her eyes, the boy thought he had never seen a more perfect person than her. He would have taken a photo to cherish the memory forever but he had nothing with him to do so.

He placed a finger on her chin and ran it up to her lips, tracing their outline gently, almost as if the fingertip were a phantom touch on her skin

"Is it ok if I do that?" "You have already kissed me several times, Joong" "True, but it always feels like the first one" "Is it bad?" "No, quite the opposite"

He leaned in, slowly bringing his lips to hers.

At first, the kiss was gentle, a soft brushing of lips against lips. But as the passion between them grew, the kiss deepened. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer as they lost themselves in the moment.

He could feel on his tongue again the tingling of the Esquites still burning hot in Chaeri's mouth, probably 'cause she'd eaten far more than him.

You can't deny that they still had something … addicting Addicting if you like hurting yourself

It seems he was clearly someone who liked to hurt himself.