#making up bullshiy

[softmeetscreatureplz]

I HATE MKAING PLANS IM THIS STUPID FUCKING HOUSE IT ALWAYD ENDS EITH ME WANTING TO CRY. FUCKING DANB IT

[ow-old-men]

Self indulgent headcanons. I deserve this

Hanzo grinds his teeth like nobody’s business, genuinely might develop arthritis in his jaw joint

Baptiste draws or doodles a lot, mostly on napkins or in the margin of his notes. Gets hit hard with ‘the more fancy the paper is the less I can draw’-syndrome

Lúcio was a trained singer, but shifted to instrumentals after starting his transition and loosing a large chunk of his singing range

Sojourn talks so much with her hands. She was coached out of it for public speaking but in casual settings it’s everpresent

Orisa has the most ????? Relationship to gender, especially her own. She has this bone deep security that she is a (pretty feminine) woman and has like zero idea what that means in a body and a mind like hers

Brig plays a little bit of violin, she learned mostly from her mom

Ana and Rein are both so ungracious about board games. Oh they’ll be stoic and graceful about major political upheave and personal tragedy but have them loosing monopoly and it’s all out of the window

Mei can’t sleep if it’s completely quiet around her. Most of the time she’ll have Snowball play music or old recordings of her friends talking in the distance

[reading-writing-revolution]

On one hand, I'm watching the Right change or break all the rules, including telling everyone that they won't follow any of the existing rules.

On the other hand, I'm watching the Left wish for all the old rules, try to squeeze every new scenario into all the old rules, and gnash their teeth about how all the new rules suck instead of taking a cue from the Right and just holding up their middle fingers and saying no we aren't going to do it that way.

I spent probably the last five years trying to show people that work how to do new things in a new era with new tools and new methods while they were all trying to tell me that it couldn't be done. They didn't appreciate it when I explained to them that they were trying to force everything to comply with the rules that were out of date and follow methods that were as much as 20 or 30 years old. And here we are again. Everyone trying to do things the old way, losing their minds because everything is changing, and falling behind politically and socially because they simply aren't able to keep up with all the changes and take advantage of the situation to rewrite the rules.

Everyone is losing their s*** right now about kids going back to school during a pandemic. Why? If everyone agrees - everyone except the lunatics in the Trump administration, that is - that sending your kids back to school in person is dangerous and improper, then just don't.

Don't do it.

Get on social media and declare your intention not to send your kids to school. Then get everyone else you know to do the same thing. then get a hundred million people to say no we're not going to do this. You think there's not a hundred million people who will say no? I guarantee you there is. Just say no to Trump Covid Education. Make it catchier than that though.

Is it more responsible for you as a parent to keep your kid home and safe and do as much schooling as you can on your own and just suck it up or is it more responsible for you to send your kid into a perilous situation with over-taxed and underpaid teachers who can - bless them - barely manage kids and classrooms in a normal environment?

The White House is so indifferent to the loss of your children that they will say and do whatever needs to be said and done so that they can exert and gain power. That power grab is dependent on cowing the public, whether it's with b******* or with threats. They can only exert that power if you comply, and if you comply, they gain more power, no matter how ludicrous the things they ask you to do are, or in this case the things they tell you to do.

So here's where we're at - the Trump regime, aka Trump's cult of death and lies, is telling you that you have to send your children back to school in-person during a pandemic when you know that there is no way your school could possibly be a safe environment for your child when classes start in just 6 weeks, and the people who are making this decision have utterly failed at planning for every project they've ever announced.

And you're just going to get on social media and scream? And say it's not fair? And say it's bullshiy? And say Trump needs to go? And you're going to bypass this opportunity to change how everything works because you don't have enough imagination to do something different?

Half of America just realized they can just work from home fine, even be more productive, even be or feel like more of a part of the household because they're home more often and they can take little breaks and just do little things around the house and just feel like this is a better environment for them. America just learned that for most people going to the office is bullshit.

We just had a major change in society just with that one revelation.

And we're just going to roll over and be angry and worried all day and hope that little Sally doesn't come home with a disease, amongst all the other things that we already worry about with our kids when they go to school? We're just going to nod and send our kids to school because we've learned nothing and we refuse to just solve the fucking problem?

I'm not.

#sad

[chaos-in-the-making]

SO PLOT HOLE QUESTION

Is this really the first time that Towa transforms into a human?? In 14 years it hasn't happened every month?? What does this mean. Please be consistent, Sunrise. Don't make up bullshiy at the eleventh hour.

[seasonaldepressionmp3]

And I hate the gender war bullshii they keep pushing on youtube n whatevr I want to stop seeing emotionally immature podcast bros with a table full of women to talk over and make fun of and defining what makes a woman for the streets etc and I’m not trying to beat them at their own game either or play into that shit I’m not reactionary I’m tired this gender shit is so tired like GROW UP

[scurvgirl]

Lay That Pistol Down

So literally MONTHS ago, @my-beautiful-thief prompted me for an AU where Miriel and Darevas meet and I’m actually not good at coming up with AU’s, but I have been thinking of a Fallout AU for a while. Soooo, this is that. It’s a bit self-indulgent since I know most of y’all don’t play....but this should be fairly straight forward.

Brief background - world is post-apocalyptic thanks to nuclear war, the Institute creates synths (AI’s) who snatch people in the night, Super Mutants are large but stupid, and behemoths are the size of buildings, the Brotherhood refers to the Brotherhood of Steel who want to control the spread of technology and believe that anything not purely human are dangerous and need to be eliminated (they wear the big power armor).

Cirimeni belongs to @justanartsysideblog

Felasel and Darevas belong to @selenelavellan

Fallout AU

Hospitals are generally one of the best salvage spots. Microscopes, syringes, medicine. But there is only one issue, one very large and usually numerous issue - Super Mutants.

The damn greenskins are smarter than a lot of people give them credit for. They’ve figured out to set up shop in hospitals, the perfect place to lure unsuspecting wanderers and traders who are looking for supplies. They’ve also figured out how to strap a fucking nuclear bomb to themselves to run at enemies, making it damn near impossible to lead a full on assault.

No, to get into hospitals, you have to smart, careful, and a bit paranoid. Luckily for the outpost, Miriel is all three, and Cirimeni is as silent as she is deadly. Their outpost is in need of rad-x and radaway, without which, they’re all looking at radiation sickness. The latest rad-storm to sweep through knocked out their generator, so it also turned off their water purifier. 

They need medicine and salvage to fix the purifier, mainly copper, wire, circuit boards, and any aluminum they scavenge.

They come up on the hospital after three days of travel. It’s exactly what they’re looking for, large and in a more formerly urban area. There is a building across from the hospital, tall enough that it should give Cirimeni a good vantage point to pick off the guards stationed around the hospital.

Miriel and Cirimeni sneak into the building and quickly and quietly take out the low-ranked Super Mutants lingering there. Miriel sets up a few traps for Cirimeni just in case a few of the greenskins figure out what’s going on and come for her. She rigs up the rifles the muties had and tosses out two of the mines she has.

Once Cirimeni is set up, Miriel heads back down and around the hospital. Old buildings have these things called fire escapes and they have served her well in the past. The hospital’s fire escape has a patroller on it though, armed with...a missile launcher.

Before Miriel can figure out how to take out the missile bearing mutie, there’s an explosion at the front of the hospital.

“Cirimeni, was that you taking out the nuke?” She asks over the makeshift radio.

She gets two beeps back and nods. Right, that was her taking the suicider out. Perfect. The mutie on the fire escape turns and sets to walking down, grunting and huffing about the explosion.

“WHA’S THAT! WHO’S THERE?” He shouts, waving the missile launcher around irresponsibly. Alright, alright, they’re not that smart, she knows, but still, there is this underlying cleverness to at least set up such a defensible and attractive position.

The greenskin accidentally launches a missile into a nearby building. The brick explodes in dramatic flare and she sighs.

“Wasn’t me,” she whispers into the radio. Three beeps come back for “okay.”

The mutie on the escape jostles in surprise at his own ineptitude before laughing, “That should take care of it!”

Not even close, big guy.

Miriel takes out her hunting rifle and scope. She attaches the scope and lines the barrel up with the mutie’s head. But before she has a chance to pull the trigger, there’s a bright flash of red and where the super mutant once stood, is now only a pile of ash with the missile launcher falling on top of it.

What. The. Fuck.

Clearly there are others in play here. That was a laser weapon that fired into the skull of the mutant, which can be indicative of any number of groups. Brotherhood, raiders, other super mutants, even local militia from whoever is setting up a settlement in the area….

It’s too indeterminate for Miriel’s liking, so she turns around from her little hidey hole and scopes out the building from where the laser came from. The building is even more run down, with a sign that has yet to fall to the ground. Behind the barely attached sign is a gigantic hole in the building, and inside the hole are two figures…

She can’t identify their group. She’s...fairly certain they’re not Brotherhood, no power armor or uniforms, or raiders, their gear is too nice and actually covers all their bits and pieces. That laser rifle is modded too, which isn’t too characteristic of raiders. They’re both tall and masculine looking, with one in heavier armor than the other. They’ve forgone helmets which is stupid, she could kill them right now if she really wanted. Curiosity bubbles up in her and she eases off the trigger. She keeps the scope up and watches them for another moment. The one without the laser rifle clasps the other on the shoulder and pats, they clearly know each other and know each other well. All of their gear is modded, suggesting either mercs or maybe even really good militia. Her money’s on mercs, hired by a settlement to take out the muties.

But then they turn away from the hole and disappear into the building. Time for her to get moving. She hops up to the fire escape and begins her climb through the only opening - a window on what she’s guessing is the third floor. It’s a small opening, but she’s smaller and makes it through. She takes out two more mines and places them strategically in the room. If she has to run back, she’ll detonate them after her, blowing up any greenskins that come for her.

She can hear the mutants wandering through the halls, their heavy footfalls echoing through the broken hallways. She slips into the hallway and tries to think of where the medicine would be. A lot of the organization of old has been lost to time, now the meds are scattered about, but they usually end up in specific locations...usually places that are the most guarded.

The radio suddenly crackles and four beeps come over the comm in quick succession followed by a pause and then two quick beeps.

Two unknown intruders have entered the hospital. Shit. She bets it’s those guys who incinerated the super mutant on the fire escape from before. Silently cursing to herself, Miriel rearranges the explosives on her body. She’s got her pulse grenades, fashioned by yours truly, her plasma grenades, and her good ol’ fashioned frag grenades. At her hip though, are her favorites. Fashioned by a like minded fellow at the outpost, stink bombs made from the irradiated bloatfly juice. Deadly and stinky, all in one.

A mutant hound howl breaks the eerie silence and it sends her running to a spot under an opening in the ceiling. She jumps and pulls herself up into what seems to be a nearly demolished duct-work system. The Super Mutants begin shouting and running to the front of the hospital, leaving the back end free….

She drops down and begins her quick raid through the place. Grabbing microscopes, and bashing open computers to get their circuitry. She fills her scavenging sack fairly quick before she’s even found enough radaway and rad-x. There’s stimpacks just laying about and she grabs as many of those as she can. There are sounds of battle at the front of the hospital and it suddenly dies down.

She freezes. There are two options here - one, the muties got the guys and they’re returning back to where they were, where she currently is. This is the likelier of the scenarios. But the other is also deeply concerning. She takes the scope off of her rifle and adjusts her pack on her back, scurrying away through more rooms and halls, going up another flight of stairs. She’ll have to go down eventually, but first, she wants to clear the top. It’s a losing proposition to have enemies on both ends.

The fourth floor is immensely promising, stocked full of all sorts of drugs. There is a locked closet that she picks open and oh, finally. It’s the motherload of drug caches. Med-X, rad-x, radaway, stimpacks, even some contraband jet, mentats, and psycho in a locked safe that she picks. All of it goes into the pack, at least twenty packs of radawy and ten bottles of rad-x. How this place hasn’t gotten raided yet is beyond her, but it’s here and she is not questioning it.

She’s about to set back out when she hears them

“I dunno, this place doesn’t like the sort to have a radiation drug,” one of them says. Judging by their voices, her closet is just out of sight. Miriel gently closes the door and turns the light off, hiding and trying to listen as closely as possible.

“That’s because it’s most likely locked in the basement. The ghoul was specific, it was definitely at this hospital.”

“Alright, alright.”

She peeks up through the small window on the door and her eyes widen. They have really nice gear. Her fingers itch and she tries not to think about how much their gear would go for at market.

One of them tilts his head and turns toward the door. She drops down quickly and squishes her goggles over her eyes and pulls up her bandana over the bottom of her face.

The men are silent now and she knows her spot has been given up. She takes hold of the door just as there is a sharp tug on it. Her legs are braced against the wall, holding her and the door firmly in place.

“Oh c’mon, Felasel, probably nothing. Hey, how about you come on out? No need to fight.”

Right, like she’s supposed to believe that. Miriel stays silent and the door tugs again. It tugs again, this time harder.

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you, we’re scavving, just like you.”

Bullshiiiiiit.

The door tugs again. Before it tugs again, she adjusts herself so that her legs are beneath her, readying her. Just as the tug begins, she springs forward. The door slams open, knocking the serious one on his ass as she takes off. She reaches into her side satchel and tosses back a stink bomb.

It explodes behind her in a great whoosh!

“What the hell! Oh! Shit!” The first one swears and she resists the urge to chuckle as she speeds down the stairs. There is coughing and sputtering behind her but she hears them so that means they made it through the horrendous fog.

“Stink bomb? At least she doesn’t want to kill us - Felasel! Wait!”

Miriel runs to the room with her mines and curses. She doesn’t really want them dead. Taking a moment, she tosses a frag grenade in ahead of her.

A laser beam shoots by her.

She whips around, eyes wide and tosses the only pulse grenade she has at him. He gets caught in the magnet field and she runs into the now smoke filled and recently demolished room. She has to squeeze through the opening to get to the fire escape, but she gets there and barrels down the stairs.

The run to the building with Cirimeni is not a short one but it’s not too long either. She just needs to keep going, keep running -

Her legs are suddenly seized and she topples to the ground, grunting and gasping as her body slams into the rubble. She falls down a slope towards the road in front of the hospital, and it’s all she can do to not accidentally explode the various explosives strapped to her. She rolls to a stop and blinks her eyes open to see them.

Fuck.

The talkative one shakes his head and clicks his tongue at her while the other glares menacingly at her, his hair on end, a less high-tech gun in hand.

“Y’know, running? Understandable. Stink bombs? Annoying but kinda funny. Tossing a pulse grenade at my brother and breaking his gun? Not cool.”

“Fucker shot at me first,” she spits behind her bandana. Talkie bends down and shakes his head.

“Can you blame him?”

“Yes. Now let me go before my partner blows your brains out.” His eyebrows draw together before the other one, Felasel, hisses and pulls the first one away.

“Laser trained on us, look,” he points out.

“Right, that’s her, now let me go!” Miriel gives a good wriggle, trying to loose the stupid binding on her feet. The talkative one puts his hands up and makes a dramatic show of untying Miriel. The binding comes free just as Felasel snatches up her back and begins to rifle through it.

“Hey! That’s a violation of privacy! Get your own scavenge! That shit’s mine!” She reaches for it, but the man is tall, too fucking tall for her to get at the bag. He begins pulling out all the meds she swiped and her heart begins to race.

“My settlement needs that! You can’t take it!”

“Your settlement? What, like you’re not a merc.”

“Right, and you’re not either, just here with a ridiculously modded gun and high-tech gear. You’re either a merc or…” she bites her tongue. The other option is...terrifying, particularly considering that they could very well be synths. Or worse.

Are...are they with the Institute?

She lunges for her pack again.

“Calm down! We’re looking for something -

“I don’t give two shits about what you’re looking for, what you’re doing is stealing my stuff. Hey! Give it here, right now!” She’s about to open her comm for Cirimeni to give her the go ahead to shoot these two asses when the world shakes.

Miriel blinks and her stomach sinks. Ah FUCK!

“What was that?” Talkie asks. Felasel stops long enough for Miriel to snatch her pack back.

“That is probably a behemoth that you two woke up.”

“Us?! You’re the one who uses explosives!” Talkie accuses.

She barely pays attention to him a she tries to listen for the tell tale follow through thump...THUMP. Yep, definitely a behemoth.

“Look, it doesn’t matter. One of you, go grab that missile launcher and put yourself up at the top of the hospital, aim for the face,” she instructs as she runs for Cirimeni’s building. When she checks behind her, they’re still standing there. Oh for the love of - does she have to do everything?

“GO!” She yells and at least Talkie seems to get the message. He rushes over to the missile launcher and Felasel follows him in quick order. They disappear back into the hospital and she into the building. She makes to avoid the traps she set earlier, skipping up to Cirimeni.

“We’ve got a behemoth in the area, probably heading this way.”

Cirimeni’s eyes widen and she signs, inquiring about the men.

“No clue, but I told them to get the missile launcher and head to the roof, we’ll have time to run afterwards, hopefully.”

Cirimeni starts her change-out to a higher caliber rifle while Miriel puts her scope back on her hunting rifle and makes sure her backup pistol is loaded and ready to go.

The world shakes again and a great yellow tower of flesh appears from around the hospital. It has a car in its grip, looking apparently to anything with it. It works out for Cirimeni and Miriel, though. Cirimeni settles in and shoots at the car - once, twice, three times, until the engine ignites and explodes in the behemoth’s grasp.  The creature shouts, its head rearing back in pain, only to have a missile suddenly slam into its eye.

YES! They listened to her!

Miriel brings opens up her scope and scans the ground for more cars to explode. Aha! There! She fires until the truck by the behemoth’s foot. It flinches and leans against the hospital, nearly taking down the entire west wing.

Another missile slams into its face. Cirimeni shoots it again, Miriel shoots.

It lets out an enraged roar and turns towards Cirimeni and Miriel.

Oh, shit.

“Get up!” Miriel and Cirimeni grab their stuff and run back into the building just as the behemoth slams into it. The entire structure rocks and groans under the assault. Its hand grasps at the opening where Miriel and Cirimeni had disappeared into. The telltale explosion of a missile reverberates through the structure and she curses. They fucking missed the behemoth, how does one even begin to miss a behemoth?!

Miriel tosses a frag grenade at the monster just as it leans down, its eye wonderfully exposed. It explodes and it rears back, blood spurting from its now ruined eye. When the missile explodes the next time, it’s against the behemoth. Cirimeni crouches low with her rifle and angles it up and...fires, right into the creature’s eye socket and brain. If it even has a brain.

Its roar is cut off as the bullet tears through soft brain tissue, lodging itself firmly in the center of its skull. The creature falls back and lands with a resounding shake, making Miriel worry about if the building they’re in is about to come crashing around them. But it remains standing, even if it does feel that much more perilous.

The entire bottom floor is a mess and it takes a while to dig through the rubble to make it outside. When they emerge covered in dust and splattered with blood, the two men are there, the missile launcher resting at their feet.

“That was bracing,” Talkie quips.

“What do you want? This is my salvage, get your own,” she says, setting to move away from them.

“Not so fast, we make a good team, you know when Felasel isn’t shooting you and you’re not tossing stink bombs our way...we’re about to go into the basement of the hospital. We could use some backup.” He elbows Felasel and he sighs.

“Yes, some backup would be appreciated,” he grumbles. Miriel crosses her arms and looks over to Cirimeni.

“What do you think?”

Cirimeni shrugs and signs at her, Will they pay us?

“Good point. You got some form of payment in mind?” Miriel asks.

“How about...a hundred fifty caps?” Talkie offers.

“Each,” Miriel counters. There is a pause before Talkie smiles and offers his hand.

“Excellent. I’m Darevas, by the way, and this is Felasel.” His eyes are bright and his smile is broad in a kind, handsome way that is just...annoying. Yes, annoying.

Miriel takes his hand anyways and shakes it briefly, “Miriel and this is Cirimeni.”

[tswatch]

Charissa, it's MU17. Thank you for answering. Things have gotten no better only worse. I'm exhausted. I just want to die someplace and be forgotten. Group therapy will never work. My mom will only complain and not listen, but will say I'm the one not listening. Idk even who's correct anymore. Plus I miscalculated my uni costs and now can't afford to pay for my final 2 yrs at my new school this upcoming fall. I've been trying so hard to get over my anxiety and call the school over and over again

           To get answers and it’s exhausting and hard but nope still not enough my SISTER calls her school all the time when there are issues, SHE sucks it up and does it and I’m “almost 23 and need to face reality” (common phrase) and call more, and demand answers etc. I was going to double major (my dream major and my mom’s ideal major, I compromised after months of her telling me I was gonna have no life on my major) but my mom flat out told me she’s not paying extra for both majors so I (MU17 pt. 2)        

           have no choice but to drop my major and only do her desired major to save money and get her off my back. She hated my major choice anyway and told me is be working my retail job the rest of my life if I didn’t listen to her and its be my own fault. Yada yada, etc. But she’s worn me down I’m so tired so now my major, one of the few things driving me to still crawl forward is gone. History. And no money means I cant afford a used car anymore which my mom said she pay half of. A car was  (MU17 3)          

           in my future was also keeping me moving. I am learning to drive (was too scared before but I’m sucking it up now cause FREEDOM DAMN IT) and so wanted to finally not be dependent on others but that’s gone too! My mom says oh well you’ve gone so long wait until you’re 26 (done w/uni) and get one once you get a nice paying job in the major I want. If you need supplies I’ll visit once a month and drop stuff off. You don’t need to go anyplace you’re in college… What?! So between money and (MU17 4)             

           my dream major falling to oueces, no car, and my family saying I’m always the problem and I’m lying and all this other bullshiy, my motivation to move forward is all gone. Not like I can get financial assistance either because my parents make decent enough money to not qualify even though it all goes towards bills and such. So idk. And my mom keeps telling me I have potential if only is turn my life around… I’m not a fucking drug addict, wth?! Idk. I give up. I can’t even look my (MU17 pt.5)            

               therapist I’m the eye ever anymore. Too tired and ashamed. I could go on but Lord no I won’t. I’m tired of talking, Tired of trying to formulate my thoughts into some semblance of words. If my mom saw this she would hate me. I’m ashamed I shared this. Its not her, Its me??? I am impossible.. Was a bratty kid. Idk!! Wish I could do meds.. I’m allergic. I’m done. I’m too wimpy to kill myself rn but until then… Vow of silence. Havent spoken in a few days, determined to stay that way. (MU17 pt6)             

Hi love,

I know you were talking to Charissa before, but she hasn’t been able to get on the blog lately. How have things been since you’ve talked to her? If you still need an answer to your message, I can message her and let her know so maybe she can hop on the blog soon and give you the answer you deserve? Let me know!

<3 Jen