#lab bible tv

[umika]

His high-pitch laughter 🫠🫠🫠

[antiquepearlss]

Interview With The Preacher’s Son

Since the passing of Reverend Ulla Ritter, Old Corona truly has never recovered. Despite her husband Quirin taking her place in the church, no one can replace the wise and loving woman we loved so dearly. And no one in this town loved her more than her own son, Varian. To commemorate the fifth anniversary of Rev. Ulla’s passing, we sat down with Varian after his shift at Monty’s Diner to talk about family, friends, and faith, and other of life’s mysteries!

Pete Hayes: Hi Varian!

Varian Ritter: hey, nice to meet you

Pete Hayes: nice to meet me? We’ve met before

Varian Ritter: oh yeah, right

Pete Hayes: so how are you doing lately? How’s summer been treating you? 

Varian Ritter: I’ve been fine. I like summer, as much as I love school, it’s nice to have a break from all the stress. Learning on your own terms is more fun, anyway. 

Pete Hayes: and you’ve always been quite the brainiac huh? You definitely took after your mother on that, she was just as much a beloved scientist as she was a beloved preacher.

Varian Ritter: oh yeah, I definitely have her to thank for my love of science. She taught me alot. But I’ve got my dad yaknow, he always read me those Flynn Rider books growing up, and now I love to read.

Pete Hayes: oh for sure, your father is a smart man. And how is he doing?

Varian Ritter: he’s doing fine. Planting crops for the harvest yaknow. He likes to keep busy.

Pete Hayes: and I’m sure you help him out a lot

Varian Ritter: of course!

Pete Hayes: moving on, can you tell us a little bit about growing up here in Old Corona? What was it like for you?

Varian Ritter: well I’d imagine growing up here was the same as everyone else, honestly. I don’t feel very special [varian laughs] a lot of playing outside, especially in the creek. A lot of church. A lot of reading. The tv’s here aren’t great [Varian laughs again.]

Pete Hayes: oh man, and the cook outs! Your mother sure was good at bringing the whole town together. I miss those days.

Varian Ritter: yeah

Pete Hayes: so what’re you up to nowadays?

Varian Ritter: oh you know, work. Or helping at church most of the time. Sometimes I clean, sometimes I’m in the choir, sometimes I help my dad put together a sermon, he struggles sometimes yaknow? That or I’m in the basement studying.

Pete Hayes: oh man, you really don’t have any clubs you’re a part of? Do you visit friends? You seem so busy!

Varian Ritter: [Varian laughs] I mean I’m not the most social guy, I’m pretty introverted. I like it this way.

Pete Hayes: aren’t you friends with Miss Gothel’s daughter, Rapunzel? Do you still keep in contact with her and her husband after they moved away? Wasn’t her husband your cousin?

Varian Ritter: I don’t really want to talk about them.

Pete Hayes: I’m sorry about that. Tell them we say hi next time you see them, we miss her beautiful voice in the church! 

Varian Ritter: yeah okay 

Pete Hayes: What about your love life? Do you have a special someone in your life? Or are you eyeing anyone?

Varian Ritter: not really. I’ve never dated before.

Pete Hayes: That’s a shame! I wanted to touch upon your late mother, if that’s alright with you. We all loved her and knew her well. But of course, you knew her better than we did. And since your father declined the interview, we were hoping you could give us a glimpse of what Miss Ulla was like at home. Was she as wise and loving as she was in the church? Because for us she truly was a gift from God, I can’t imagine how blessed you and your father were at home.

Varian Ritter: oh yeah, she was definitely the same person she was at church at home. She was a very loving mother. She taught me everything I know. She wasn’t the most active, she had a calling, so she spent a lot of time either at church preparing a sermon, in her room reading the Bible, or in her lab working. But even if I didn’t see her a lot, she would always come into my room at night and pray with me. I miss her.

Pete Hayes: we all know your father loved your mother deeply. Do you think her death brought you two closer together?

Varian Ritter: I don’t know if I can say it brought us together but we can relate to eachother a little more. But you know my dad, he’s pretty quiet [varian laughs]

Pete Hayes: oh yeah! Well, I’m sure you’ve got to get back to your father, I bet he’s worried about you being late!

Varian Ritter: [varian laughs] yeah sure

Pete Hayes: before I let you go, do you think you could impart some of your mommas wisdom onto us? Do you have any wise words to share?

Varian Ritter: um well, I guess I should say to remember to tell your loved ones you love them. You never know what’s going to happen next. Tomorrow isn’t promised, yaknow? And uh, just hold your friends and family close, don’t- don’t leave them. 

Pete Hayes: you sure do get your wisdom from your mother, I’m tearing up just listening to you talk!

Varian Ritter: haha yeah. 

Pete Hayes: well Varian, thank you for sitting down and talking to me! It’s been a lovely time. And I look forward to hearing you sing on Sunday!

Varian Ritter: of course, and thank you.

NOTE: since this interview was conducted, we have been informed that Varian Ritter has been reported missing and last seen in Vardaros.

[maniacalgenius]

08.28.24

hey everyone!! going on a little side quest with my big sister to my mom’s house to get our packages cause we trust my mom more than the management at our apartment, and she’s driving so i get to make my post!!

academic:

🧬 made it to all of my classes today (genetics, choir, genetics lab)

🧬 in genetics, the prof finished chapter 2 and gave us a quiz on it. it was 4 questions and we had 2 attempts but i got them all right on my first attempt!

🧬 put my genetics exams in my calendar. not really homework but still a task that was written down and needed doing

🧬 read chapter 1 of the genetics lab manual for lab today!

🧬 watched the genetics pre-lab lecture (which was useless because we had to sit through the TA going through all the slides again anyway, even though 90% of it was stuff we learned in our pre-reqs, and respectfully, if you don’t know this stuff already you shouldn’t be in this lab 😂)

🧬 watched the genetics pre-lab videos (shorter videos specific to each lab exercise. these were more useful, however one of the lab exercises was looking at meiotic cells under a microscope but the other two were flipping coins and moving around painted popsicle sticks with velcro stuck on the middle to represent chromosomes. i just looked at my lab partner and said, “someone sat here and painted these popsicle sticks and stuck velcro on them. for an upper level genetics lab” end rant 😂)

🧬 finished reading chapter 2 in the micro textbook

🧬 installed the lockdown app to take my pre-lab quiz. again not really homework, but still a necessary task

🧬 got a 100% on the pre-lab quiz! (which weirdly we took in lab at the beginning 🤨)

health:

🌺 read the first part of Luke 12 this morning!

🌺 ate breakfast

🌺 ate lunch

🌺 walked over 8k steps!

personal:

🧚 finally did the tag game @study-with-aura tagged me in like two weeks ago 🫣 again i’m so sorry

🧚 i woke up at 5:30 by accident and watched tv on my phone until i fell back asleep and then i didn’t get out of bed until almost 8, so i broke my streak of getting up at 7 every day except sunday. however! i still managed to continue my least-established habits of reading my Bible (humbling to write out that this is a least established habit -_-) and making my bed! 🤩

1. picture of meiotic cells from male lubber grasshoppers that i took during gene lab (with permission)

2. genetics lecture pop quiz. we love to see it!

🎶 song on loop: i discovered that florence + the machine has a cover of “tiny dancer” by elton john on spotify so that’s been the soundtrack since 4 pm (except during lab)

📖 current book: still i have some questions for you. may have to start omitting this part 🫣

🕰️ time focused: somehow my app is telling me i only studied for 2 hours and 52 minutes today. less than 75% of my daily goal but i got a CRAP ton done so i’m not too mad about it :)

i did not manage to do micro notes for last week. i also am currently watching the biochem pre-lecture video for tomorrow and ranting to a friend. hopefully i can get a lot of sleep tonight. some scary/sad things happened today and i’m also just anxious about nothing in particular. really just feeling a little hopeless about everything.

it’s going to be different but it’s going to be okay.

xx

[yellowhollyhock]

Raph’s favorite movie drabble, for day one of march for raph

With everything that had changed over the years, it was an unspeakable comfort sometimes to relive the same joys that had once brought him through childhood. Jokes he understood much better now, fights he knew the outcome of instead of his own, which he didn’t. Dialogue all scripted out ahead of time.

“Why do you wanna fight?”

“Because I can’t sing or dance.”

It was ten-year-old Leo coming up from behind, fingers sticky from peeling himself an orange. The fruit squished in his fist as he hoisted himself onto the couch, short legs kicking happily when he succeeded at his task. He’d shot Raph a big toothy grin and silently offered half the orange.

“This movie’s too big for you,” Raph had slurred around his orange slices. He wasn’t supposed to be watching it either, and that was kind of what made it good. Leo, however, would likely be uncomfortable with the idea.

But he had just scooted closer. “I like this part.”

“Moths get caught in their throat and I gotta smack them on the shell, they get what? Come on. Shell-shocked. They get shell-shocked.”

“Starting with the bad jokes early, huh?”

Raph liked it too. He wanted to run a pet shop someday.

It was twelve-year-old Mikey standing in front of the TV trying to act out some of their favorite scenes, hamming it up just a little extra to make his brothers giggle. Raph had joined in only for the sake of keeping him accurate, otherwise he would make up a story completely different from the movie he was supposed to be reenacting.

“I’m here to warn you,” Mikey would rasp, “That you gotta be very careful about this shot you got at the title. Because you know, like the Bible says, you ain’t gonna get a second chance.”

Raph would give a perfect, show-stopping, noncommittal nod. “Yeah.”

“Does the Bible really say that?” Leo would ask. This would prompt careful research by him and Donnie while Raph and Mikey finished the scene.

“You know what I done?”

“What?”

“I have done it all!”

Mikey’s gait, twisted mouth, accent, were all flawless. He could be Mickey, Paulie, Adrian, perfectly convincingly. Raph—he was always Rocky. He knew the part inside and out.

“I got heart, but I ain’t got no locker, do I Mick?”

It was Donnie, finally emerging from his lab to peek at what Raph had on for background noise while he hit his punching bag. At the scene where Rocky brought Adrian over; Donnie leaned against the back of the couch in spite of the ample space for him to sit properly if he chose.

“Ah, yes, the classic glasses off glow-up. Because everyone knows how irresistible it is to not be able to see.”

Raph snorted, finishing up his rep and moving to join his brother across the back of the couch.

Raph sitting alone at sixteen, volume turned all the way up. Donnie was escaping his with his work and Mikey with his comic books. They were all more solitary since Leo left.

Not even Paulie’s obnoxious voice at full blast could keep Raph distracted from his thoughts. Uncertainty about Leo’s reason for leaving, fear for what would happen to him, confusion that such drastic measures were being taken for Leo when Raph had just been allowed to blow up like that for years—

A gentle paw on his knee.

“He will not forget, my son. Your brothers love you.”

He had cried on his father’s shoulder until the last of the credits rolled past the screen.

And now, after so long in the completely foreign world of the future, laid back on April’s couch, Leo leaning against his shoulder, Casey’s feet across his legs. April and Mikey were in the kitchen gossiping or something. Donnie perched on the arm of Master Splinter’s chair; Master Splinter, who had only recently been reassembled since his little excursion in cyberspace, did not protest.

“Adrian!”

“Rocky?”

“Adrian!”

He’d never once watched the movie through and not gotten caught up in the euphoria of that final victory. Casey whooped; Leo sniffled. Raph grinned.

“I love you!”

It really felt like home.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta episode 1

Somewhere in Toronto, Canada, TV show host Chris McLean steps out of a first-class trailer onto an empty film lot. The sun is shining, the pigeons are nesting, the camera crew is already tired of listening to him complain about the wind ruining his hair. 

It's a beautiful morning, especially for Chris- after the hit revival of Total Drama Island made it to the Donnie's, studio execs renewed Total Takes for two brand new seasons, raking in the cash and notoriety from the new cast of teens on old stomping grounds.

Now, they're back- fourteen competitors with nothing to lose but their dignity, stuck for another six weeks of hell. Chris beams as the director gives him his cue.

“Last season on Total Takes Island: twenty-two teens battled it out over eight weeks for a grand prize of one million dollars, fighting off wildlife, food poisoning, and each other! Michael and McLovin made it to the final two in an ultimate battle of the exes, but only one walked out victorious. Fourteen of those campers are coming back, right here to this brand-spanking-new film lot for another, all-exclusive chance to win the big million, on Total! Takes! Action!”

---

A dilapidated bus rolls into camp, stopping with a lurch and a screech. The doors squeak open and a very tired-looking O steps out, yawning. He’s followed by a finely dressed, pink-haired magical girl-esque gentleman. 

“Didn’t sleep well?” Fren asks. O shakes his head. 

“The bumps, man. Who knew the road to Toronto was so jumpy,”

A blue-haired girl dressed in a parka follows, also looking exhausted. She rubs her eyes. “Yeah, that wasn’t the road,” she says before carrying herself and her bags out of the bus. 

Three boys follow, arms over each other's shoulders. They bounce with every step, causing the bus to tremble while they laugh without a care in the world. Michela stands beside O and glares at the three- Sha-Mod, McLovin, and Joner- as they hover in the doorway. 

Scary, a ginger in a lab coat- shoves the boys and they land on the pavement in unison with a thud. She rolls her eyes and turns to drag a few large, heavy bags out. 

Fren nudges O. “Whaddya suppose those’re?”

“What?” O asks, looking at Michela. She shrugs. 

“Scruffy, help, please!” Scary shouts. 

Scary gasps as the other end of the bag is lifted with ease and carried out. A head of neon green hair appears as the duffel drops to the asphalt. They brush off their hands and smile. “Hey, everyone. Nice trip, huh?”

O and Michela groan. 

“Out of my way, Godless heathens!” Frollo hisses, holding out his Bible like a shield and backing away from the group. “If not for the work of that devil incarnate McLean, I would be back in my fellowship!”

“Let me guess,” Scary rolls their eyes. “Movies are-”

“A work of the devil!”

“Well, I’m stoked for this,” Joner smiles, brushing the dirt off his shorts. “Movie-watching is like, a job for me. That’s how serious I’m gonna take this season.”

“I hope there’s a car-racing challenge!” McLovin beams. “I love the [REDACTED FOR COPYRIGHT] franchise, it’s sweet!”

Sha-Mod nods along, carrying their bags to a neat spot by the dilapidated gate of the film lot, which has yet to be opened. 

“I hope there’s a romantic challenge!” Kelly chirps, dragging Austin out of a bus as he tries to take a sheet face mask off. “I just love movies about smart, sassy blondes having their dreams come true.”

Bonnie shoves a stumbling Austin out of the doorway and steps off the bus, carrying a bag slung around their shoulder. “Shocker. Let me guess, the ones where nothing of substance actually happens but everyone lives happily ever after anyway?”

“Bonbon,” Caesar follows them, holding a pair of suitcases with his initials gilded on the front. “Remember what we talked about? Being nice?”

“I am nice,” Bonnie grumbles, stepping off the bus. 

Everyone’s attention is diverted as a loud, painful screeching noise comes from the opening rusted gates of the film lot. The campers cover their ears, some dropping their bags (or friends) to do so. 

Finally, the noise subsides and Chris exits, wearing a red beret, an ascot, and sunglasses. He holds up his signature megaphone and shouts into it, forcing everyone to cover their ears again. “Welcome back, campers! Hope you all had a nice break!”

“Three days hardly counts as a break,” Fren says. Chris ignores him. 

“Nonetheless, I hope you’re all ready for a wicked new season- fourteen campers, thirteen episodes, a world of pain! You know the drill. If you’ll all direct your attention behind moi,” he says, stepping to the side to show a lot tour vehicle, Chef in the driver’s seat. “Hope aboard the Torture Express!”

The campers grumble and begin boarding with their luggage. Bonnie takes a seat next to Caesar and looks around. “Are we missing someone? I’m only counting thirteen,”

“Thoughtful of you, but I didn’t see anyone else on the bus,” Caesar says, turning around to take one last look at the decaying metal hull. The exhaust pipe coughs out a plume of sad, black smoke.

Chris sits beside Chef and the vehic;e starts up, driving into the lot. A small voice from outside the gate pulls the passengers in the back to turn. Peter runs behind the vehicle carrying his luggage and panting. 

“Um,” Bonnie yells to the front. “Man overboard!”

“Slow down!” Michela shouts. Chris and Chef grin at each other and speed up. 

Eventually, the cart comes to a halt in front of a row of different studio sets. Chris clears his throat and stands to deliver his next bit just as Peter catches up, wheezing. Bonnie and Caesar help him into the back. 

“Welcome to the set of Total Takes Action! An abandoned film lot that’ll be your new home for the next six weeks!” he gestures. A few campers ooh and ah at the massive studios. The cart starts up again and drives through a few different outdoor set pieces- though, all of them look out of sorts. 

Kelly surveys a western town set littered with props from a space movie- alien costumes with cowboy hats, spaceships in the saloon, a plywood moon embedded in the roof of the water tower. “This place could use a little touch up,” they say to Austin. “I’ve been watching a lot of organizational videos, I’d know just what to do!”

“Right groovy you would!” Austin pats their shoulder. 

“With a grand prize of a million dollars, the stakes are high- for some of you, at least,” Chris chuckles, grinning at last season’s winner behind him. “Like last season, you’ll be split into two teams, in which you will compete together during challenges. One team will win, and the other will send someone home in the Lame-o-Sine!”

Chris gestures to a sputtering, practically cobbled-together limo sitting on the side of the road by a large golden stage. 

“And this is our award ceremony center- instead of tasty treats, you’ll be receiving gilded Chris statues- except for one unlucky B-list actor, who will walk the carpet of shame,” he grins. “Since we have to stay on theme, we’ve replaced our outhouse confessional with our brand new make-up confessional!”

---

BONNIE: "This is somehow worse than the toilet,"

---

SHA-MOD: “I got real lucky getting chosen to come here with my two best friends in the whole world. Joner was a little hesitant about adding a new guy to the group, but after Michela left there was an opening and I had to take it! The interview and blood test he gave me were a little weird, but anything to be one of the guys!”

---

MICHELA: “Okay, yeah, this is super corny, and I miss Max like crazy, but… while I’m here, I might as well win, right?”

---

Frollo stares into the camera for a few seconds and then sighs dramatically. 

---

“And here’s our craft services tent!” Chef shouts, pointing to a cream-colored and patchy tent off to the side. A family of rats scurries out. O and Fren look at each other nervously. “You’ll be staying in some state-of-the-art trailers, too, but we’ll get to those later! Let’s team up!”

The cart stops and Chris steps out, the campers following. “O, Fren, Michael, Bonnie, Caesar, Frollo, and Peter, you six are the Foley Fujoshis! Everyone else- Kelly, Austin, Sha-Mod, Joner, McLovin, Scary, and Scruffy- you’re the Animation Anons.”

The respective teams sort themselves. A series of thick, dark red clouds roll over the lot, causing the campers to look up. 

“Now, as you might’ve guessed, this season is based on movie genres- and oh boy, did we choose some good ones,” Chris chuckles. “For your first challenge, we’ll be working with one of my personal favorite genres- the apocalypse flick.”

“Th-the what?!” O yelps. 

“You and your teams will be dodging a series of classic apocalypse scenarios in order to get to your trailers- the first player to make it there wins for their team, and the losers will be sending someone home. Ready?”

“W-wait!” McLovin starts to protest. 

“Set?”

“Where are the trailers?!” Scary shouts. 

“Action!”

The clouds rumble and a fleet of tennis-ball sized hail starts pouring over the lot. The campers scream and run in a variety of directions, covering their heads. Chris chuckles from under the shade of the cart. 

---

“Where are we going!” O shouts, his arms pelted by hail as he runs alongside Fren and Michela. 

“Well-” she yells back, using a garbage can lid to shield her body. “On the island, camp was northwest, right?”

“Where the bloody hell are we, then?!” Fren yelps as a slightly smaller ping-pong sized ice ball smacks the back of his neck. Michela shrugs. 

Frollo runs past, not even breaking a sweat. He uses his seemingly indestructible Bible as a shield, completely unbothered by the chaos. The three stare. 

---

Scary cartwheels through the storm, avoiding the hail like an action movie star dodging bullets. Scruffy trails behind her, shouting. 

“You think this is Chris’ weather machine again?!”

“Undoubtedly!” she says, almost completely unbothered. “Has your Geiger counter gotten anything so far?”

“Nope!” Scruffy shakes their head, pulling the device out from their pants pocket. “All normal- uh-oh.”

Scary stops for a second, landing on their feet and jogging backwards. The hail suddenly stops and the red clouds fade away, leaving the scene sunny, calm, and serene once again. Scruffy’s Geiger counter, however, tells a different story. 

“Time for wave 2!” Chris’ voice shouts over the speakers. 

A fleet of rounded, metallic flying objects soar overhead. Scary squints. “Are those-”

A green beam of light shoots down and disintegrates a garbage bin on the lot, leaving a pile of ashes where it once sat in the blink of an eye. 

“Alien invasion!” McLovin shrieks from afar. 

The flying saucers continue blasting and disintegrating objects at random. Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod jog by, all connected at the wrists. Scruffy and Scary raise their eyebrows, watching as the three run by them just to get blasted by a beam of green light and disappear. 

---

Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod all sit in the confessional. 

JONER: “After I became pals with these two, we made these,”

They hold up their wrists, which are connected by a chain of friendship bracelets. 

MCLOVIN: “We call them the bromate bond of eternity cuffs,”

SHA-MOD: "Name patent-pending,"

---

Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod's molecules quickly reform on a silver platform in the craft services tent. Chef walks over, handing each a paper bag. 

“What’re these for?” McLovin asks. 

Chef rolls his eyes. “Experimental teleportation has some… side effects,”

The three look at each other, faces turning green.

---

O and Fren run alongside each other in a beach-themed portion of the set, both shouting in terror as the green lasers disintegrate umbrella after lounge chair after beach ball. 

Fren spots a city set up ahead and points at a building. “Run for that door, mate!”

The two speed up, Fren dashing inside as a blast narrowly misses O, throwing him off course and forcing him to run in the opposite direction. The former steps through the doorway and looks around before realizing the front of the building was plywood, and he’s still outside. He sighs. 

O runs through the city and into the wild west, where Kelly and Austin are hiding beneath a chrome spaceship. The two watch the former pass, screaming in terror, and look to each other. Kelly holds a finger to their lips just as a beam vanishes the prop hiding them. 

Austin screams in pure terror as the UFO above whirs, gearing up to blast them again. 

“I got this, babe!” Kelly shouts, running to another sci-fi piece and tearing off a reflective piece of metal. They hold it over the two as the beam of light blasts them- it bounces right off the mirror. 

“Right on!” Austin shouts. Kelly smiles triumphantly. 

The beam then bounces off the side of the UFO and blasts them anyway, sending them to the craft services tent. 

---

“That’s five Anons down!” Chris’ voice blares over the speakers. “Odds are not looking good, guys!”

Bonnie smiles, nudging Caesar. “We got this,”

“Time for wave 3!”

The sky suddenly goes dark. The two blink and turn to each other as the streetlights in the city district light up green, and a heavy fog rolls in. “What the hell is this?”

Bonnie raises an eyebrow. “If I had to guess, I’d say it’s-”

Peter’s voice shrieks from afar. “ZOMBIES!”

“Alright!” Bonnie laughs, grabbing Caesar’s hand. “This’ll be a piece of cake. Let’s go find some weapons!”

“There’s my Bonbon!” 

The two dash off into the fog as Peter’s screams fade out. 

---

Scary and Scruffy walk alongside each other in the mist, both holding flimsy pieces of wood torn from the city set. They’re somewhere in a dark forest now (though the trees are clearly styrofoam and plastic). 

Fren’s screams sound in the distance and the two make nervous eye contact. 

“Geiger counter?” Scary whispers. Scruffy reads- “Nope, nothing. Chris must’ve thrown us off with the aliens on purpose,”

“Stupid Non-Disclosure Agreement,” she sighs, kicking a plastic rock aside. “I’d go public with what I was told, but now I’m not even sure if that was the truth, either.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out,” Scruffy says, putting away their Geiger counter. “In the meantime, let’s just try to stay in the game.”

“You’re right,” Scary sighs. “I just can’t- Scruffy?”

She turns, noticing her walking partner missing. A rustling from the plastic bushes grabs her attention and she turns just in time to see a zombie pop out, forcing a scream. They kick the robot in the face and sparks fly, taking its head clean off. 

“What the-” Scary stops, inspecting the wire carnage. “Robots? Dammit!” 

He turns and runs into the woods. 

---

O creeps along a beaten-down back lot between studios, biting his fingernails and looking around him every other second. The fog makes it impossible to see even a few feet ahead, so when he inevitably bumps into a fence between two huge buildings and realizes he’s trapped, he panics. 

O tries to steady himself with some therapy tactics, breathing heavily. “Deep breaths! One, two, three, four-”

A groaning from just ahead forces him to turn back towards the ally, his back against the fence. A horde of zombies trudges up, moaning and dragging their feet. He screams in terror, backing against the chain link as they get closer. 

“Duck!”

“WHERE?!” 

He whips his head around before realizing what the voice meant and dropping to the ground. Michela swings a lead pipe blindly, knocking out two zombies. The remaining undead turns to her and edges forward, but she kicks it back and crushes the metal beast with the pipe. 

She pants, covered in a dark, viscous liquid. 

“Is that blood?” O whimpers. 

“Not unless robots bleed,” she says, offering a hand. “Come on, I think we might be the only ones left,”

---

“Alright, let’s do this!” Bonnie shouts, stepping out of the make-up confessional with a set of handmade num-chuks, face smeared with camo makeup and eyes wild. Caesar follows, carrying a tastefully constructed spiked baseball bat. He looks nervous. 

“Come at me!” they yell, running out onto the city set street and swinging their num-chuks around as the fog recedes and the sky turns blue again. “Where are you? I’ve seen enough movies to know how to take you suckers down!”

“Um, Bonbon,” Caesar taps their shoulder, and then gestures to the empty set. “There’s no one here.”

“What! But there were like… five out here a minute ago!”

The two hear a crackling sound and smell the rancid scent of burning rubber. Caesar points to a plume of smoke rising up from around the corner, which they follow to see Frollo standing over a pile of burning animatronics. He mumbles something in Latin, his Bible underarm. 

“Wh-what?” Bonnie shouts. “But-”

“No creature of the devil is a match for our fearsome Lord,” Frollo says plainly, walking past them. 

The intercom crackles to life. “Everyone ready for wave 4?” 

Bonnie huffs. “Oh, whatever! We're prepared now- How hard could it be?”

A distant screeching sound makes Caesar and Bonnie go pale and look at each other. Before they can even ask each other “did you hear that?” a massive flock of birds descends on the two. 

---

“Birds?!” O shouts, swinging around a plank of wood to knock away six or seven more rabid crows. “What kind of apocalypse is this?!”

“Hey, we’re in movie land, man. Anything we can imagine can be real!” Chris chuckles. 

Michela and O stand back-to-back, swinging their weapons to fend off the flock attacking them. “They can’t be serious!” she shouts. 

Bonnie and Caesar run past them, screaming as they’re pursued by an even larger flock. Michela stares as the birds surround the two, lifting them up and carrying them in the opposite direction. 

“Oh, we’re so screwed,”

---

The craft services tent is abuzz with conversation and laughter as Chef serves lunch to the fallen campers. Bonnie pulls a feather out of their hair and groans as they receive a mandatory antibiotic for bird flu. 

Michela and O are thrown into the ten by a duo of interns in hazmat suits, dazed and covered in claw scratches and peck marks. 

Nurse Chef puts a bandaid over Bonnie’s arm. They step off the corner cot and walk to join Caesar on the other side of the room. “You’re next,” they mumble as they pass by Michela and O. 

---

Scary peers out of the garbage bin they’d been hiding inside of as the birds retreat. They sigh and step out, looking around for any sign of life aside from themselves. 

She walks into the city set, turning her head in every direction for anything- other players, birds, new threats… but nothing comes up. He walks into the old western set, looking from side to side before seeing Frollo sitting under the shaded porch of the saloon, wiping feathers off of his Bible. 

“How?!” Scary shouts, holding their arms out for emphasis. Frollo shrugs. 

“Any inhuman feat is achievable through the power of-”

“The Lord, we know!” She massages her temples. “I’m just- are we the last ones left?”

“Scary and Frollo are the only players remaining- whoever reaches their trailer first, or whoever survives the longest- wins for their team!” Chris’ voice blares. “Everyone ready for wave 5?”

Scary and Frollo- the latter unbothered- look at each other. 

The sky turns a deep crimson red as another set of clouds roll in, these a much more intense shade. The sound of thunder booms, shaking the set. 

A drip lands on Scary’s shoulder. “Rain?” they ask, turning to Frollo. He rolls his eyes. 

Chris’ voice crackles over the intercom. “Oh, yes. But not just any rain,” 

The rain picks up, pouring over the set and drenching everything in a coat of cherry red. 

“My clothes!” Scary yells, lamenting over their now-red lab coat. “Is this blood?!”

“And that’s not all!”

Frollo, still shaded from the downpour, looks around curiously. The distant sound of a plane overhead pulls both of their attention up as the cargo hold of the aircraft opens, raining down a shower of frogs, lice, flies, and locusts over the set. 

“It can’t be…” Frollo murmurs. 

“That’s right!” Chris yells. “This is the Biblical apocalypse!”

“I am so over this crap!” Scary yells, starting off. 

Frollo stands and begins running, not far behind her, looking panicked for the first time so far. The two bound off the western set and dash through the city, re-entering the spooky forest. A sudden wash of darkness consumes them, leaving them blindly stumbling as the insects and blood turn to hail. 

As the light returns, the two find themselves running outside the sets in the final stretch towards the trailers. 

“Let's see, blood water, frogs, locusts... oops, almost forgot my personal favorite- pestilence!”

Chef emerges in a hazmat suit, carrying a large hose. A noxious green gas flies out of the nozzle just ahead of the campers. 

“Good Lord in Heaven!” Frollo yells, holding his Bible in front of him. 

Scary suddenly grins. “Your God can’t save you now! Leave this one to science!” They pull a medical mask from their lab coat, hold their breath and duck and roll under the cloud of disease. 

Frollo coughs as he runs through the noxious fumes before immediately going stiff and collapsing. He twitches on the ground as Scary reaches the trailers. 

“And The Anons win the first challenge!” Chris’ voice booms. The crowd in the craft services tent cheers as they watch Chef walk over and scrape Frollo off the ground with a shovel, carrying him away. “Looks like an elimination ceremony won’t be necessary, either.”

“What was that?” Scary asks, taking off their mask. 

“Oh, just a Bubonic Plague strain, nothing serious. He’ll be fine!”

The campers in the mess hall stare at Chris. He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, we’ll rope off the area for a few days. Now get!”

The contestants grumble and shuffle out of the tent.

---

Kelly opens the screen door to the girl's and such trailer, carrying their bag over their shoulder. They've downsized for this season, deeming much of their beauty products unnecessary (though, of course, they kept a livable amount).

"Hello!"

Scary sits on the furthest bunk in the corner of the room, biting their lip and clicking their ballpoint pen rhythmically as they stare at the blank notepad in their lap.

Kelly blinks. "Are you-"

"Don't bother, they've been ignoring us for hours," a voice from behind says. Kelly turns to see Michela and Bonnie in the doorway behind them, both having just come back from the craft services tent.

"Oh! Well, hello to you!" Kelly says cheerily. "I'm so grateful that we get to spend the season together, just us girls."

"And such," Bonnie grumbles, walking past Kelly into the trailer. They grab their bathroom bag and head back out without another word.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Kelly murmurs, setting their things down on a vacant bunk.

"They're still a little touchy about last season's elimination," Michela says. "Not that I blame them."

"Well, remind me to never bring it up!" Kelly nods, eyes-wide. Scary mumbles to themselves across the room.

---

McLovin unpacks his bag, folding his pajamas neatly over his pillow. "Doesn't it feel a little unfair to all of you that the girls-"

"And goths," Caesar holds up a finger.

"Right, and such, get that big trailer to themselves while we're all cramped in here?"

"Not really," Sha-Mod says from the bunk above McLovin's. "I mean, there's only four of them, and nine of us, so of course we're gonna feel a little cramped."

"Nah, I get it, they could've sectioned off a part of their trailer for some of us," Scruffy says, shoulder-to-shoulder with O. "I'd like my own bed, for one."

"Rude," O scoffs, turning over.

"I don't quite mind sleeping on the floor, baby," Austin says, taking a seat on the carpet. "I get along with the insects swimmingly."

"Nah, it's fine," Scruffy sighs. "With the ratio, one of us will probably be gone by tomorrow."

McLovin sits up on his bunk, scratching his head absent-mindedly. "Hey, you know all about this show, right?"

Scruffy nods.

"What's tomorrow gonna be?"

They suck in their breath through their teeth. "Yeah, about that... see, I know all about TDA, but... these challenges are new. There was no Biblical apocalypse in the original season. So... we're completely on our own now."

The boys look at each other nervously.

[breaddippedinorangejuice]

SCP: DOLLHOUSE

A THEORIES

Solved the 23.12.15

process:

When input to google search, some symbols (hebrew letters to be exact) will show. Copied those and translated it to english. It translated to "an attack"

Using the same code, I also got the idea from a reddit post where the code may had been used for referencing a bible verse 23:12-15 which is about a plot to kill Paul who's an apostle during Jesus's time

The THEORY (VER 1)

The anomaly is uknown but the couple (the female occupant and male one) was chosen by the system. The glitching tv message could be either a propecy, or recording the events like a prophecy, similar on how apostles write. (About the bible verse, Im still not sure whats the connection but I swear there is something) The female occupant's name could also be translated from Greek to English, the meaning would be "oracle" or "prophetess"

THE THEORY (VER 2)

Also correction here, instead of circuit board, it should be circuit diagram.

for clearer, pic, here it is.

Onto the female occupant, here the full text:

CONFIDENTIAL PSYCHOLOGICAL RE(covered by pic)

For Professional Use Only

Name: Sybil

Birthdate: XX/XX/XXXX

Age: XXX

Phone: XXX

Adomition Date: 1/04/2019

Adress: XXX

INDENTIFYING DATA AND REASON FOR REFERRAL:

Sybil was admitted to KVC Praine Ridge Psychiatric hospital for rational behavior and suspicion of not taking the therapy. Patient already had a history of major emotional outbreaks and was hospitalized many under the assumptions of nervous breakdown and suicidal thoughts. After thorough examination, she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and severe depression, deemed unsuitable for contact with public

SOURCES OF INFORMATION

Sybil's doctor expressed concem for her mental state after she missed two of their appointments and didnt take prescription for her therapy. Doctor says Sybil was known for strange behavior since (covered) infancy and has been diagnosed with depression before. However, due to her active us(covered) and participation multiple therapy groups, it was believed she was able to live (covered)

After she missed her appointments and didn't come to take doctor (covered) the concern for Sybil's mental state and (covered) She was found wandering the streets taking to herself (covered)

the woman who called the hospital, said Sybil (covered) "-after her"

ASSESSMENT PROCESS

Interview (covered)

Sybil (covered)

Sybil could either be a part of the system or someone who knows the anomaly from the start. Could be a victim of circumstances or an accomplice. Given the fact that any info about Sybil was not found, she must not be from the neighborhood, but still a citizen on earth.

&#73,; ak P#114;&#11 1;metheu&#115

When translated, it is "I am Prometheus". Searching the correlation of Prometheus and Scp, I found the Prometheus Labs. The said lab is a group of interest and made electronic, industrial, and other kinds of goods from anomalous objects. The said lab was siezed by the Foundation and got splintered in groups. It is also mentioned that some of the workers in the lab who was found were given a job in the Foundation.

Back to the theory, It is possible that the male occupant/researcher have contact with the splinter groups while being a researcher at the Foundation. Given that, on one scene, he was shown talking to someone about if someone had go to the house in which he said no. That is probably before the anomaly took him. Or perhaps the girl.

Thats all my theory and uhh ty for reading ig lol

[megamangx]

towelket 7-the second most time

conchelle was blue girl who lived with her friend doge the dog and went on advantures stopping evil fish hat race who wanted to start world war 3 for fun.

The tv tuirjn on and furry man there "i am the pon groom AND YOU WILL BECOME WIFE i have kidmapped your boyfriend mooshimsu and will put him in my papershreder if you do not coming to me and get marry" pon groom warned on tv

"also i will blowing up the earth if you do not marry me and make pon babus with me" and then he turned off the screen.

conchell was scare "i can not marry him there is not love rthere" she said

doge gotted his guns "we will get our friends and stop them" said doge.

chapter 2 allies of the pons

conchelle went to the city and say the white hair waruwaru "waruwaru you must help me fight the pons" she pointed and waru n odded and grabbed her rockat luncher "i am ready for the fdight my friend" and they fighted into battle killing 100000s of pons.

but they noticed new threat the duck people "thats mistaue the news reporter for channel 7" said waru waru as they watched a duck man grab her.

"she will be good test subject to make new duck people" said the duck space commander as a tendril came out from his mouth and atached to mitsunes mouth and pump duck eggs into her stomach "i do not feeling goo....." and she exploded into baby ducks "excellant we can make new army for our allies the pons" said the duck guy.

"not if anything to say abouti i hgave" a scientaist with pink hair arrved on a gundam and blew them up "i am profassor agochu and i am here to help you" said agochu;.

chapter 3 conchelles new lover

"we need to take the fight to the pon spaceship" doge said and waru nodded and agochu nodded "then we will take my spacship witch is in my lab lets go" said agochu and they took the train to the forest woods where agochu lad was.

but then gaint robot hand grab conchelle and it was a gant mecha pilot by pon groom "you are mine now conchelle and our friends the duck race made me a tool to make you mine" and he used the hypnosis laser gun on her eyes and brainwished her "i love you pon groom2 and they made out kissing which disgusted agochu becuse she was a christian and it was not moral to her bible

"no this can not be humanity is falling" said waru waru

can they stop this? who knows

to be continued

[unhingedhearties]

Reddit is Trash

I don’t like Reddit. It is a garbage site. The When Calls The Heart subreddit is barely active (that's why I rarely share anything from there), so I was surprised to see these topics posted. Sadly they had the kind of responses I expected.

I'm not crazy about the phrase "turn her into a lesbian", but I get what they mean. When they introduced Fiona, TPTB probably didn't intend for her to be a lesbian. But that was the old regime and with the new regime, anything is possible.

Lesbians aren't trailblazing go-getters I guess🤷‍♀️

"No while Brian Byrd and Michael Landon Jr have breath in their body."

🤔hmmmm...

(I'm kidding)

"It's kinda refreshing to see a woman who's not chasing love but following their passions/interests, who wants to use her brain and make a career for herself."

Why not both?

(I actually have no problem with these responses, I'm teasing a little :P)

Really not happy to see those downvotes.

The WCTH subreddit is mostly Lucabeth fans. Does this mean I can start insinuating that they're bigots the same way they said people who were happy Elizabeth and Nathan got together were racist against the Chinese?

Lesbians didn't exist back in the 1920's. Everyone knows homosexuality was created in a Russian lab in the 1950's to weaken America during the space race.

BTW, if you believe what Pink Peonies105 said, I have terrible news for you.

Second topic on the subject by Fosh_n_chops (which is a great name)

Leave Reddit and come over here and I promise it will not be an unpopular opinion.

“Every” secular TV show. 

Hallmark had a Christmas movie with two gay male love interests over a year ago but did they ever make another movie like that? With lesbians? Don’t worry, the big bad lesbians aren’t going to be taking over your comfy TV show any time soon.

And if they do, just go to GAC and watch Candice Cameron Bure’s shitty movies. Nothing’s more fun than watching a has-been, bitter 50 year old bigot try to hold on to the made up title of “Queen of Christmas”.

🤦‍♀️One lipstick lesbian isn’t going to turn your show “woke”.

Also apparently there are no Christian homosexuals. Not now and not in the 1920’s.

The discussion then goes off topic into a back and forth about the origins of the word “woke” and religion and how the world totally went to shit when they got rid of the bible, one of the best selling books in the world. Makes sense.

[chinahatbeach]

Thoughts for Today

Aloha Friday! Good morning to you. I am happy for Friday to be here. I have a couple plans for the weekend and taking time to enjoy life. I will still do the chores I must do but I’m not doing any extra’s. I need to enjoy doing things I want to do and not waiting for ‘some day’.

I had answers come to me yesterday. Answers to many questions that have sat in my brain and wanted to be exposed. You know…… those things that make you go hmmm and you wonder and you pick apart. The answers are there but we put too much thinking into things. Yup, I’m one of those folks who thinks too much. The answers are there if we only shut down our brain and let go, let God, and be simple in our complex thinking.

As many of you know, I have been clearing out any or all of the excess in my house. It’s been such a good feeling having less. Less mess, less stuff taking up room. Mind you, I still have plenty of stuff. But then there is me. I have stuff in me that needs to let go, be gone. I need a new mindset, new heart, and I need to travel down the road of clearing out the old ways and installing the new.

What the heck am I talking about? Here it is……. I no longer want to just believe the Word of God but I want to live it more. More of Jesus and less of this world. Yes, I will continue to work to pay my bills. But I no longer care about so many things that distract me from Jesus. Less television…… now, I won’t get rid of the tv but I won’t watch tv shows that glorify crap in this world. I hate (yes, I said hate) those commercials that tell folks to take a certain medicine when you have HIV. In fact, I dislike them pushing any medicine for people on tv. It gives false hope for people who have ailments that could be fixed with sleep, diet, and exercise. And most importantly, with the hand of Jesus in their lives.

I’m cleaning out the closet of my mind, heart, and soul. I will say I’ve failed at times on my diet part of life. I’ve failed at many parts of my life. And a lot of that feeling of failure came from doctors who made me feel like a failure. Example…… Many years ago, I lost 60 pounds and was so excited. I went into my doctor’s appointment happy. He looked at my lab numbers and complained about this, that, and whatever. I looked at him and I said, “Hey, what about my weight loss?” ” I worked hard at that as that was a big deal and you say nothing to lift me up and make me feel good about that.”

I’ve also had doctors who ‘wrote me off’ for not following along with their stinkin’ thinkin’. If I didn’t take their crappy drugs or eat kale, I was gonna die. I’m still here and I am feeling so much better without them and their narrow thoughts.

Point is this…. we can worry about so many things in life and it doesn’t add a day to our life. A happy heart, healthy food, good sleep, and letting God heal us completely in all His ways. Yes, Jesus gives us new life in many ways……. if we confess He is Lord and give our hearts to Him, He gives us new life. It also says in the Bible that Jesus can heal us. Well, that was only during the time Jesus was here on Earth. Really??? Does God limit us, limit it to only a certain time period? Nope. Read the Bible…. He sent out His disciples to go do miracles and wonders. I believe in the entire Bible. I believe that God heals. I will confess this with my mouth. There is hope for everyone who has an ailment. Some might get a miracle healing. Some might see a doctor that gives them a device that helps renew their body. Healing comes in many forms. I truly believe we must have “Hope” play a part in all of it. 2 Timothy 1:7 – For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind – Scripture Frame – Bible Verse.

Matthew 6:25-34 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

Well, I must get going and do chicken chores. I hear the girls screaming for breakfast and they do get upset if I don’t feed them right away.

May your Friday be filled with much Aloha and your weekend be relaxing. Find the blessings….. look for Godwinks.

And that’s the way it is………

[superpowerprayer]

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FATHER

I BELIEVE THAT YOU SENT YOUR SON JESUS CHRIST TO DIE ON THE CROSS FOR MY SINS. I BELIEVE THAT HE DIED, AND WAS RESURRECTED, AND IS COMING BACK TO JUDGE THE LIVING AND THE DEAD. FATHER, I REPENT.FORGIVE ME OF ALL MY SINS. COME INTO MY HEART AND MAKE ME YOUR CHILD. IN THE NAME OF YOUR SON JESUS CHRIST. Thank you for saving my soul. AMEN

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Heavenly Father in the Mighty name of Jesus Christ Destroy  every Demonic plot against  Me, My Family, My Church, My  City, and My Country. In Jesus name In Jesus name In Jesus name Satan, Lucifer, Every Demon, All Witch Craft, Sorcery, Every Principality, All Spiritual wickedness in High places, Prince of the Power of the air, Dominions, every Unclean Spirit, every Infirmity, Chief Prince, all Generals, all Captains, all Centurions, every Watchmen, Principalities and every other Devil. I rebuke you in Jesus name. I cast you out in Jesus name. I cast you Down in Jesus name. I Bind, Cage, Chain, Mute, Muzzle, Gag,  Cut you All Off, Destroy, Strip and Ruin You All. I Nullify All of Your Actions forever and ever In Jesus Christ name. I take back all of the permission that I have given you in the past to operate in me and through me. I take my Authority back right now by the Blood of Jesus Christ and as a Son or Daughter of The Most High God. I render you all Powerless in my life from now on in the Mighty name of Jesus Christ. The Holy Bible States in Phillipians 2:10-11 " That at The Name of Jesus Every knee shall bow of Things in Heaven and Things on Earth and things Under the Earth And Every Tongue Shall Confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. To the Glory of God The Father.” I now command you All to Bow Down on your knees and confess with your mouths that Jesus Christ is Lord. Father God Destroy, Strip, Ruin, Confuse and Cast Down the demonic kingdom in Jesus name. Most High God,  His number is 644, Jesus, Emmanuel, Holy Spirit, Almighty God, Father and His Power Aleeth. Please Forgive Me of Every Sin that I have ever Committed and Thank You for dying on The Cross for Me. I Give You All of the Praise Honor and Glory forever. Lord Thank you for hearing and honoring my prayer and setting me free. Please Lead me and guide me from now on. Amen

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[umika]

Well, a little sassy, isn't it?

[renatedagmarmilada]

another bone broken by remote

HEEL AND SOCKET

Socket and Heel!!

no not a dance my fractures, former at the present a present from the lab allowed all as testing I dare say, as in some years in the future all will know the technology and understand. they say at the end of the millenium.

Unqualified workers given the most sophisticated machinery ever, told watch and destroy baiting cause problems then more problems sating many on high have already died from this silence the ‘what if’ team are all murderers paid by the State in private

My heel two years ago, many of my friends none believers. A pal who does not believe in any God I bring her Bibles and all manner of name of God stepping on a chair to retrieve before travelling a beautifully carved name of Allah in a fish on the wall

Pakistani lady lab help saw on monitor and caused special marks she got and commendation cruelty makes higher bosses though they be almost infantile (told they’ll be leaders of their community in the future) to torment the retarded and use weird ways. Ten days after Valentine’s day, visiting

my valentine’s day son after teaching maths poor lad still not well after a very nasty divorce which would fill a book, this a regular habit go home always at nine, the Pakistani neighbour put a brick at the end of the v. dark passage

upstanding, causing my crashing into a brick wall head first on the very long front path, concussion and broken socket and arm later as ambulance men came to help an apparition in black stepped over me, to get past? Odd as I teach their kids and help them to pass

but as I lay there, sound thrower in the night, ‘Urbis’ Urbis has a few truths written…

Socket broken in lots of places, are very painful, skin yellow cheekbones protruding and body weary but then I am a small, nearly sixty-one and right handed, a warning some said What not to paint? Paintings used by design.

sorry, the tv over rides the talk, I was testing falls.

[governmentcoverups]

Byler is friend. Byler is stepsis(s). Byler is stepbro(s). Byler is bestfriend(s). Byler is favorite cousin(s). Byler is sister(s) and brother(s). Byler is favorite aunt(s) and uncle(s). Byler is clothes. Byler is mall. Byler is shoes. Byler is hair. Byler is childhood friend. Byler is Apple products. Byler is samsung products.. Byler is favorite grandma and grampa(s). Byler is house. Byler is mansion. Byler is automobile. Byler is limo. Byler is job. Byler is art. Byler is government. Byler is void. Byler is h3aven. Byler is h3ll. Byler is tv. Byler is tree. Byler is plant. Byler is comfort. Byler is disturbed. Byler is peace. Byler is ukulele songs. Byler is fall. Byler is winter. Byler is summer. Byler is spring. Byler is rock songs. Byler is newspaper. Byler spills tea. Byler is that old couple that sits on their porch in rocking chairs. Byler is converse. Byler is technology. Byler is vans. Byler is government lab. Byler is government h00k3r. Byler is grass. Byler is baddie. Byler slays. Byler eats. Byler devours. Byler is animal. Byler is song. Byler is the party. Byler is d&d itself. Byler is Will the wise. Byler is Paladin. Byler is cleric. Byler is wizard. Byler is bard. Byler is mage. Byler is zoomer. Byler is ranger. Byler is captain. Byler is canon. Byler will be cannon. Byler is endgame. Byler will be endgame. Byler is spotify playlist. Byler is happy. Byler is sad. Byler Is mad. Byler is calm. Byler is relaxed. Byler is guilt. Byler is shame. Byler is night light. Byler is science. Byler is math. Byler is reading. Byler is English. Byler is history. Byler is social studies. Byler is straight. Byler is gay. Byler is homosexual. Byler is lgbt. Byler is Ally. Byler is worth living. Byler is air we breath. Byler is forever. Byler is religion. Byler is cu|t. Byler is bible. Byler is prayer. Byler if food. Byler is land. Byler is water. Byler is wind. Byler is fire. Byler is earth. Byler is micro organisms. Byler is medicine. Byler is 'The Cure'. Byler is bald. Byler is smalltown boy. Byler is the covid vaccination. Byler is the black plague. Byler is atoms. Byler is quantum matter. Byler is quantum strings. Byler is earth. Byler is gateway to another dimension. Byler is solar system. Byler is galaxy. Byler is stars. Byler is planets. Byler is extraterrestral. Byler is blackholes. Byler is space. Byler is time. Byler is multiverse. Byler is God. Byler is celestial. Byler is everything. Mike and Will love each other more than all the stars multiplied in galaxy and multiverse and for that we shall wake up everyday for byler. Forever and always, byler is all and everything in existence.

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Doctor Love | Berlin

Requested by anon:  So okay okay, I had this idea a few days ago, and since your requests are open I'm gonna slide in real quick :)is it okay if I request a little scenario where like, u know when Berlino does that dumb thing of self sacrificing becuz he's gonna die anyway? What if his girlfriend/reader has been searching for a cure for his illness and before he can get himself killed she goes in the bank and tells him and somehow they manage to escape from the bank? No pressure if the idea doesn't appeal u! Ily!!

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: spoilers of season 2! maybe swearing, mentions of violence, guns, the whole shabang

Note: not my gif! Okay, so I’m in love with this request!! It took me a little longer to write, because I wanted to get it perfect. Let me just say I’m not a doctor, so I have no idea if there is a cure for the illness he has, but Imma try! Hope you like it darling! Thanks for the request and love you too! xx

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‘I’m sick. I have an illness called Helmer’s myopathy. It’s a muscle degenerative disease, which means that my muscles get weaker and weaker until my heart muscles can’t keep up anymore. If I’m lucky I have four months left,’ he told you like it was nothing; like it was answer to a question on a pubquiz. He held your hands in his, knowing it would break your heart and dreams of a future with him.

‘Andrés..’ you whispered, ‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’ He sighed and gently shook his head.

‘It’s uncurable, princess. I have medicine that I have to take every few hours that make it somewhat acceptable, but I wanted you to know.’

You visibly broke down. Even though you were always someone who never wanted to show any emotion besides happiness and anger, but this was different shit. Your hands were shaking, body trembing as you tried to understand that everything you had imagined yourself doing with Andrés would be nothing more than a dream. It simply didn’t make sence. Being together with Andrés for more than six months, you’d hoped he would be more open towards you and share what was going on with him. You felt your throat closing up, eyes filling with tears.

This illness was just the cherry on top for him. The man had done terrible things in his life and could mark off just about any sin in the Bible. Stealing, robbing, charming women. Karma was getting her way back to him and all he could do was accept his fate. It came across as cold to you. All this time you planned this whole life for you two together, but he knew that would never come true.

‘No! This is cruel! You let me believe we would be together for the rest of our lives, hell, you told me you wanted to marry me when you got out! You knew even if you made it out alive, you wouldn’t live longer than summer. You’ve done some terrible things in your life Andrés, but this..’ you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. ‘This is just rude.’

The sadness you felt quickly turned into anger as you kept yelling at him, hitting him in the chest. He knew better than to interrupt you and tell you that everything would be okay, because he just now realized it wouldn’t be okay. He would die and leave you behind. Period.

‘I knew you were a self-centred bastard! You always play these mind games and somehow make everyone get on their knees for you! Is that all I am to you, huh?! Some game to find how far you can go? Because let me tell you Andrés, this game is finished. Game. Over,’ you hissed. You threw your hands up in the air and stormed out.

That was more than four weeks ago. In the meantime you had spoken again and this time the anger had disappeared and just cried. That was all you could do. You had accepted that you would most likely be a widdow before summer and that broke your heart, but you also wanted to fight. Andrés told you there was no cure to his illness, but there was hope burning inside you and you did everything in your power to still find that cure. Whether it meant getting no sleep for the next few weeks or not.

Andrés would soon be leaving for the big robbery and you had spent every second of the day being with him and holding him close. The times where you would have rough sex the entire day were over; it was now making love. He was gentle to you, making you breakfast in bed even though he could easily ask one of the maids to do it and even buying you nice dresses in colours that matched your eyes.

Without him knowing, you contacted one of your best friends who worked at the lab of a university and asked him if he could do more research on medicine for muscle-related illnesses. He said he had some information that he wanted to share with you, but that meant you had to visit him.

‘Babe, I’m gonna have to run to Macy really quickly. Think you’ll be okay?’ you asked. Macy was your sister and seven months pregnant, so it often happened that you visited her to help her with something. That way he wouldn’t suspect a thing. You had no idea how he did it, but he always seemed to know what you were up to.

‘Of course, princess. Give her a kiss for me, okay?’ he winked, giving you a kiss on the lips. You lightly slapped his chest.

‘Be back for dinner,’ you told him. Out of the blue, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you against him. He leaned down and you could feel his breath on your neck. Shivers send down your spine.

‘Your ass looks great in those jeans,’ he whispered, placing a light kiss on your neck and slapping you on the bottom. You giggled and pushed yourself away from him.

‘Bye!’ you called, waving him goodbye and walking out the door. You soon arrived at the university and was met by your friend who was waiting for you outside. You greeted each other with a hug and quickly got to work. He told you about the compositions of the different medications and what effect they had on what part of the muscle.

‘Isn’t there any way we could find a way to make this medicine last longer? This is the medication he uses now to keep it under control for a few hours,’ you gave him a syringe filled with the medicine and he studied it. He took the bottle from you and studied it contents.

‘There are some elements of this medicine that also appear in this,’ he pointed to a beaker filled with a milky white liquid. ‘I should be able to find a connection that makes this last longer.’

‘Is there anything I can do? I feel so hopeless not being able to do anything,’ you mumbled.

‘You did a great job already by giving me this. Is it okay if I keep the syringe? I need something that we know works, even if it isn’t permanent,’ he said. You nodded and waved your hand.

‘Of course. Anything to help find a cure. Thank you for doing this. I can’t even explain how much this means to me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t at least tried,’ you told him. He turned to look at you and gave you a hug. 

‘That’s what I’m here for. If I find anything, I’ll let you know, okay?’

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It was the fifth day of the heist. Andrés had been gone for almost three weeks now, being busy with training and all. He obviously knew about the plan already, but being the passionate man he is, wanted to go over every single detail again. He couldn’t afford making any mistakes. The goodbye was hard. You cried loudly as he held you close, whispering little reasuring words in your ear. You were thankful for Sergio. He kept you updated on everything that was going on, but didn’t tell you any details or steps of the plan. You didn’t want to either; it was scary enough without knowing how everything went down in there.

It was now wednesday and you were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t heard from Sergio in two days and it started to worry you. The news wasn’t exactly uplifting too. Andrés’ face was displayed all over every tv channel, name heard on every radio station and seen on every wall in Spain. Your heart fell even lower when the news announced he was sick. The smug inspector worked on you nerves as she spoke about him like he was an animal. Sure, the man had done things that broke the law, but he never killed anyone nor hurt any woman.

‘Fuck,’ you cursed under your breath. Suddenly your phone rang and the called ID showed Alex, your friend at the lab. Your heartbeat increased and you were anxious about what he was about to say. You picked up the phone and heard his loud voice. A tearful smile made it’s way on your face as you heard him say those three words you so desperately longed to hear.

‘I have it! I have the cure!’ he yelled. You jumped up and raced towards the university where he was already waiting on you. The hug you shared was one filled with hapiness.

‘Okay, he needs to inject this like he did with the other medicine. This is enough to last until november. I have some of it still in the lab so I produce more and work more on the duration of it. I can’t promise it will work for the rest of his life, but for now it’ll do,’ he spoke. You said goodbye and rushed to Sergio’s hide-out. The medicine you held in your hands would give him at least eight more months and until then Alex had a better cure. You burst through the doors and Sergio jumped up. You could see the whole that had been dug in the floor. You turned to Sergio and burst into tears of joy.

‘He’s not leaving us, Sergio. He’s staying. With you, with me. He’s staying,’ you rushed. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and the rush of adrenaline was so high, you thought you’d pass out. Your words seemed to land as he slowly moved towards you. His gaze fell on the little box you were holding and his eyes flickered from the black object to the hole in the floor and tears welled in his eyes.

‘I have to get it to him, Sergio. He needs to know there is something out here for him. You and I both you the man is up to something. Let me go in there, please!’ you pleaded. He quickly snapped out his trance and gave you a red suit and black boots to finish the look.

‘When you get to the indside, wait inside the vault. No one knows you’re getting in and that way you won’t get attacked. Take this with you,’ he pushed a fake gun in your hands and you placed it in the holster on your thigh. ‘Goodluck.’

When you were about to enter, you heard a lot of noise coming from the computer. The police had broken in. He nodded to you and you ran as quickly as you could through the tunnel. When you entered the vault, you were met by two people. A young man with dark hair and a woman with blonde curls. They looked suprised to see you and the man pointed a gun at you.

‘Serg- El Professor send me. I’m Berlin’s girl,’ you quickly said, stumbling over your words. Sure, you were carrying a gun with you, but it was a fake. Having a real gun pointed at you made you nearly shit your pants. When the girl pointed out I was carrying a gun and came through the only way out, he lowered the gun and craweled through the tunnel. It wasn’t hard to find Berlin as he came running in the direction of where you were coming from. You caught the stares of the other people who nodded at you and went on with their duties.

‘Berlin, babe!’ you called, making him freeze.

‘What are you doing here, princess? It’s not safe for you. They’ll come running through those halls any minute now,’ he sternly said, turning around and grabbing you firmly by the arm. ‘Leave, now!’

‘No, I’m not leaving. I came here to tell you I found a cure,’ you breathed and everyone around you froze. ‘You didn’t know, but I’ve been doing research for a medicine and I’ve found it. The first dose should work ‘till November. After that I’ll have a much stronger and longer working dose.’

‘Princess, I told you to leave,’ he said more firmly this time. You didn’t move.

‘Like I said, I’m not leaving. Not without you anyway. You promised me a life that I could only dream of and now we can have it. I love you with all my heart. I can’t loose you. Not now, not ever.’ Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged the man you loved so much to trust you and come with you.

‘Leave, now. Helsinki, take her with you,’ he ordered the bulky man behind you, but he didn’t move.

‘Love is a passionate thing, Berlin. I don’t know this woman, but she found a cure for your uncurable disease. That’s literally doing the impossible. You have five seconds to decide to leave with this woman or I’ll take you with me. Don’t look away when you have everything in front of you,’ he spoke. He turned his attention to you and you gave him a grateful smile. He smiled back and nodded.

‘Will you please come with me? If you don’t come with me, I’ll stay with you. I either die with you or leave with you, you decide,’ you stated. He looked at the box you held in your hand and realized how much he loved you. Moving towards you, he passionately smashed his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t filled with lust, but relief and gratefulness.

‘As soon as we walk out those doors, I’m marrying you. No exceptions,’ he mumbled against your lips. You nodded and held him closer.

‘That was the plan.’

You heard the policemen run behind you and Helsinki was quick to throw a grenade. Berlin pushed you all inside and bowed your head in his chest. Once the grenade had exploded, you all rushed back and blew up the tunnel. You joined Sergio and Helsinki in the back of the truck, leaning against Andrés.

‘There are no words to explain how much I love you, princess. No words.’

The two of you left to Cuba, where you got married soon after you arrived. The wedding was on the beach, your white dress flowing around you while you stared at the man you could finally call your husband. Only a month after the wedding you surprised Andrés by telling you were pregnant.

‘You are my heart, my soul and my everything. Thank you for being my wife and everything I’ve ever wished for.’

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Berlin Taglist

@nkjktk​ - @michaellangdonenthusiast​ - @hamiltonsofcrap​

[the-platelet-queen]

I guess I have a writeblr now!!

About me:

❥ Name: April

❥ Age: 22

❥ Pronouns: she/her

❥ I mostly write fanfiction

❥ Lab scientist

❥ I’m the queen of platelets: I have so many the red cross won't accept my donations ✨👑 My platelets are at acceptable levels now and the red cross STILL won't take them 💀

Accounts:

AO3: the-platelet-queen

FFN: the-platelet-queen

I also have another AO3 where I post fics about more recent TV shows (Alinelovelace)

Wip stats:

❥ I currently have 60 wips

❥ And 180 finished works since November 2020

❥ I write/wrote fic for:

Psych

Schitt's Creek

New Girl

Warrior Nun

Community

Supergirl

Bones

The X-Files

Killing Eve

Pushing Daisies

Northern Exposure

Friends

Victorious

Moonlighting

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Monk

Superstore

2 Broke Girls

Kevin Can F*** Himself

Veronica Mars

That '70s Show

Percy Jackson

Chuck

❥ Sometimes I write spec scripts for *~fun~*

Original wips:

(Over)dramatic:

A darkly funny journey discovering who Riley Simmons murdered and why. This series introduces the concept of NNBs (Neural Nano Bots) into modern day society, and the ethical consequences of such technology.

Aka very very half done rough draft of a pilot episode for a sci-fi series, and its accompanying half-finished tv bible.

Not Fiction:

Sylvia is in love with her best friend, Leila, but in less than six months, she'll be moving away. Though she promises herself not to date Leila, she still goes on a Valentine's Day date with her.

Much like the title says, it's not fictional. I'm writing this story as a way to permanently memorialize some events before I completely forget them. It's written like a story from 3rd person POV, and I'm willing to share when it's finished, if anyone is interested in reading it.

Christmas Sugar Cookies

Mary Beth "Bethany" Eaton, a cold businesswoman up for a junior partner promotion, takes the initiative to travel to a small town in Vermont to buy th last plot of land Future Vision Ventures needs to build a mall. The land belongs to a stubborn baker, Sawyer Perkins, who refuses to sell since the bakery has been in her family for decades. Bethany takes the only step she sees logical: befriend Sawyer and trick her into selling. In order to become friends with Sawyer, Bethany must learn to hide her uptight, overly ambitious, unsympathetic side. Bethany's scheme doesn't quite go as planned, and she ends up falling for Sawyer. Things take a turn for the worse when Sawyer learns of Bethany's original intentions. Bethany is faced with a life-changing decision: does she break the heart of the first person she ever truly loved, or does she complete her initial intent and become a rich business mogul? Or is there a third option where she can get the best of both worlds? In the end, she learns there's more to life than money and power. There's friendship, love, Christmas spirit, and sugar cookies.

This is actually a screenplay I'm writing for my screenwriting II class. It has been such a process actually having to go through real story planning! The above is the synopsis I wrote for it. It's just a Hallmark Christmas movie with a queer twist!

My collection of writing tips and resources I've saved from others over the years: @smallwritingcolony

My askbox *should* be open, and I'm willing to talk about any of my WIPs, both original and fanfiction ^^

[lovemesomesurveys]

high school survey by [joybucket]

You go/went to a public school. You are/were in Color Guard. You were/are shy. You went to prom. You went to Homecoming. You've been to a dance with a date. You've been to a dance with a group of friends instead of a date. You enjoy getting dressed up for dances. You've had your hair curled for a dance. You've straightened your hair for a dance. You dress up for Homecoming Week. You take Latin. You hate math. You find psychology interesting. You love art class.

In case you haven't noticed, I just switched over to making statements like you are in high school. If you are in high school, then this will be easy for you. If you've graduated high school, then answer these questions as if you were still in high school. Enjoy! :)

You went to band camp. You take dance. You hate gym class. You love sleepovers. You've had a sleepover with a group of girls over at your house. You've been to a sleepover with a group of girls at a friend's house. You've spent the night at a friend's house. You've had a friend over to spend the night at your house. You've cheated on a test. You've failed a test. You've aced a test. The power went out during an assembly while the band was playing and everyone took out their cellphones and waved them in the air like glowsticks. You've been bullied. You've been to band camp. You've had a friend put a sign on your locker. You have a locker. You've skipped a class because your homework wasn't finished. You wear bright colors. You own a pair of Converse. You love shopping at the mall. You are a fashion trendsetter. Your school's bathroom has lots of graffiti in it. You've ridden your bike to school. Your mom has driven you to school. You've walked home from school. You've missed school because of your period. You've gone home early because of your period. You've had severe cramps while in class and had to ask to go to the office. You have a class with a friend. You eat lunch with your friends. You bring your own lunch. You don't like science labs. You hate research papers. You enjoy creative writing. You love art and design. You have a really fun art teacher. Your art teacher is a hippie. You have a really funny Latin teacher. You are miserable. Your dad is a jerk. Your brother is mean to you. You wish your mom loved you. Your mom yells at you. You have trouble getting up in the morning. You hate waking up to your alarm. You stay up late. You have an ornery choir teacher. You are in choir. You are lonely. You self-harm. You read the Bible. You attend youth group. You feel lonely at youth group. When you get bullied you never tell an adult, because you don't want to be a tattletale. You don't go to church. You feel overlooked. You've been excluded from a group for no apparent reason. You've been in a relationship just to try it out. You've kissed someone just to try it out, but you didn't feel anything you kissed. You have a crush on someone of the same gender. You aren't sexual, though. You've fallen for a friend. You still own Barbies. You aren't very popular, or at least you don't think you're popular. You have a Myspace. You collect quotes. You've had to carry a fake baby around for health class. You've taken sex education in health class. You run track. You want to jump hurdles, but you're too afraid to attempt it. You're very physically flexible. You have a lot of clothes. You don't drive. You have low self-esteem. You have acne. You wear make-up every day. You wear contact lenses. You have or have had highlights in your hair. You love the way your hair looks. You have braces. You have long, thick hair. Your school colors are red and black. You've fallen asleep in class. You've been in class with someone who was pregnant. You have a favorite substitute teacher. You've judged someone else. You've signed a yearbook. There is at least one person in your school you dislike. You've looked down on someone. You've looked up to someone. You have a favorite TV show. You like to read. You've been to summer camp. You had a great experience at high school summer camp. You laid on your back under the stars for the first time. You've been to a lock-in. You've stayed up all night. You've put an unnatural color in your hair. You've bleached part of your hair. You, for the most part, hate school. You've had a school counselor say something rude to you. You enjoy going to football games. You own a shirt with your school's name and logo on it. You've performed on a dance team. You have a diary or journal. Your dad is very controlling. You have a curfew. You have a big bedroom. You have a messy bedroom. You get both good grades and bad grades. You've been on the honor roll.