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bumblesimagines · 9 months ago

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i didn't know who else to call. you're all i've got right now.

i can't keep doing this.

Cassie Howard

i didn't know who else to call. you're all i've got right now.

i can't keep doing this.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

A shout of victory left you and you pumped your fist up into the air, a string of giggles following when you heard Ethan groan loudly as Link came in 5th place. He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes as you bumped his shoulder with a smug smirk, the scoreboard placing you and Rosalina in 1st place. "Go ahead and place the order, Daley. Remember-"

"Pepproni and bacon, yeah, I know." Ethan set his controller aside and used the couch behind him to stand up, reaching down to pick up his Dorito bag from the floor before approaching the end table by the couch where the phones were charging. "Oh, hey, you've got like... two missed calls."

"Shit, is it my mom?" You perked up immediately, tossing the controller onto the couch and stumbling up onto your feet. Ethan shook his head and scooped your phone into his hand, raising it close to his face before the color on the screen changed and it vibrated.

"Uh, 'C.H.'? Who's that?" Ethan raised his head to look at you, brows knitted together and his hand stretched toward you to offer the phone. "Why don't you just put their name and picture instead of some initials?"

"It's, uhm, the new guy at work." What the fuck did Cassie Howard want? You clutched the phone tightly in your hand, maneuvering around the pillows scattered on the ground.

"Why's he calling you at-" Ethan turned his phone on. "-almost eleven pm?"

"I don't know, dude. Maybe he got the night shift or something. I'm- I'm just gonna check, alright? You go through with our deal while I'll take this." You told him, slipping down the hall and into the nearest bathroom before fumbling for the light switch as you finally answered and held the phone up to your ear. The light flickered on and you nudged the door shut with your phone, your ear picking up the sniffling on the other end. Jesus.

"(Y/N)? Oh, my god, finally. I sent like twenty texts and- and I..." Cassie sniffled again, her voice sounding hoarse. You rubbed the bridge of your nose and inhaled deeply because who else would interrupt your night if not Cassie and her drama?

"What is it, Cass? I'm a little busy right now."

"I-I need you to pick me up. Rue came by like, I don't know, two days ago and she told Maddy about me and Nate and- and now Lexi and Mom barely speak to me and nobody answers my calls. Everyone's ignoring me and they're acting like I'm a bad person. I can't be here right now. I didn't know who else to call. You're all I've got right now. I need you, please."

"That's hella depressing, Cass. You need more friends." You sighed. "And Nate? Why can't he pick you up?"

"He's ignoring me!" Cassie almost wailed, her sniffling mixing with hiccups and sobs. The soft rustling on the other end told you she'd likely taken to hiding under the covers to cry all day and it almost made you feel pity for her. If only she hadn't gotten herself into the mess by messing around with her best friend's ex-boyfriend, then maybe you'd actually feel bad. "Please, please, (Y/N). I'm- I'm home right now. I can pack a bag and- and I can- I can wait for you. I just... I need someone right now."

"Christ, fine, fine. I... I'll pick you up but you can't stay at my place for over two days, Cass. My parents will start asking questions and if people find out you're staying with me it'll cause problems. I'll talk to Nate, alright? If not him, I'll see if Aunt Marsha talks some sense into him. But... Cass, I can't keep doing this. I can't keep picking up after you and solving shit for you, alright? It's fun messing around but... I'm tired. After this, you and I are just friends, okay? I'll be there soon."

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ofc-vi-writes-too · 7 months ago

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Batfam members and what they’d get cancelled for/their apology

Just watched ItalianBach’s youtuber apology tier list video and inspiration STRUCK.

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Bruce: there are SOOOOOO many things. So so so many things. He has been cancelled so many times that there is a blog dedicated to keeping track of BW apologies. the user is probs something like bruceissosorryagain. Personal favorite was when he ruined a pretty popular and well liked socialite by knocking over a champagne tower directly onto her great grandmother’s wedding gown. For some god foresaken reason the champagne had been dyed red to match the victorian vampire aesthetic of the wedding?? The hashtag “BWmeetscarrie” will forever haunt wayne manor.

Dick: He was literally a cop in 2020. his goose was GOT. He was trying to prove that not all cops are bad by posting to that macklemore song with the little black fist painted on his cheek and BLM on the other. u know the one. It didn’t go over very well. Even macklemore commented “c’mon bro..” This was followed by a 45 minute long apology video explaining how he now understands the harm it can cause to lump all marginalized groups into one category and how he regrets his action severely and yada yada yada hes so sorry, at the end there was a 2 minute long acrobatic performance to the song Nina Cried Power by Hozier. He also donated to several black charities following the whole ordeal. Didn’t leave his house for a week.

Jason: Ran a rage bait account on tiktok when he was like 13-15 where he posted cringe alpha sigma male mogging content, and someone somehow found out it was him, and his apology wasn’t so much an apology as much as it was “I’m sorry you were stupid enough to believe the bs I was posting, and I’m sorry i got caught. Fuck you guys btw now I have to find a new hobby 👎🏽.” The videos are still saved to his phone when he needs a good chuckle.

Tim: Said BTS was ass and BP was even worse (he tweeted it out of boredom, knowing it was gonna be bad, but not knowing exactly how bad). Armies and blinks tried to dox him MUTIPLE times but tim keeps it on lock so his info was safe. There was a boycott for WE so Bruce made him post and official apology. It was half assed and there are kpop accounts to this day that say “Fuck tim drake” in their bio. Either that or he got “cancelled” on some Jynxzi stuff. Like the whole situation to a T. Maybe both are true. He also had a ukelele in his apology vid.

Damian: called an old lady a “stupid ugly stinky bitch” on national television because she “asked father too many questions.” (it was an interview) Jaws were dropped. Nay, jaws were dislocated. Damian was too young at the time to have social media, let alone post his own apology, so bruce did it for him and sent that poor old lady a lot of cash.

Duke: Unironically said “if it’s snowing I’m not going.” the dudebros thought that shit was hilarious. No one else laughed. Duke was serious, but he felt so bad about offending people that there were tears in the apology. At least thats the story he’s currently running with.

Cass: A video of her saying the F slur surfaced. Her apology was her coming out.

Steph: Said something offensive without realizing it and didnt know what she did until she tweeted saying “why is everyone being so wierd around me?? did I do something wrong??” everyones response is either “girl please bffr” or genuine actually helpful input. She apologized less than a day later in a quick and concise apology vid.

Barbara: compared herself to marsha P johnson in an interview and when she was asked to elaborate she simply could not. The truth is, she had no idea who that woman was other than the fact that she was a good, cool woman so she was like yea omg im so her. Her apology was also a mini documentary about Marsha P Johnsons life.

#ooc?#i think some of these count as ooc #i think some are canon #you pick #batfam #ofc vi writes too #bruce waybe #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #cancelled #apology video #headcanon

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gojossotoru · 1 month ago

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Introducing the not-so-bad prep

Full name: Barbara Jane Prescott

Nicknames: Barb (general, her friends and family call her this), Barbie (called by Jimmy Hopkins as a joke sometimes), BJ (sometimes called by Bif Taylor)

Preferred name: Barbara or Barb, she doesn't mind (but she likes to be called Barbara more)

Age: 15

Birthdate: February 15th

Sexuality: straight

Height: 5'4"

Race: white

Ethnicity: English, Scottish

Appearance: pale skin with light freckles all over (including her face), blue eyes, long red hair (always tied in a ponytail)

Clique: Preps

Likes: light pink, strawberry ice cream, her friends, milkshakes, sleeping, cats, reading romance novels, music, her family, good scented perfumes, skincare, fashion, vintage things, Audrey Hepburn, movies, sunsets, family bonding, food, salmon sushi, learning about new things and people, rumors/gossips

Dislikes: discrimination, incest, the "marry your cousin is legal" thingy, her fellow preps's classist attitude, bad humor, formal parties, backstabbers, rumors/gossips that are unbelievable to believe (like it doesn't make any sense at all), being alone forever, failing, hot teas, coffee, bad written movies, the prefects, Mr. Burton, bullying, insects

Hobbies: reading, listening to music, swimming

Nerds reputation + status: 68%

Preps reputation + status: 70%

Greasers reputation + status: 29%

Jocks reputation + status: 27%

Bullies reputation + status: 10%

Non-cliques reputation + status: 49%

Townies reputation + status: 5%

Best friend(s): Pinky Gauthier, Bryce Montrose

Friends/Acquaintances: the whole prep (except for Bryce and Pinky because they're her besties <3), Beatrice Trudeau, Christy Martin

Enemies: the greasers, Gary Smith

Love interest: Thad Carlson

Tropes: tutor (Thad) x the one who's getting tutored (Barbara), slow burn, different cliques, nerd x prep, opposites attract

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Background:

She was born in Boston, Massachusetts to Edmund Prescott and Paisley Prescott (neé Barclay). Her father, Edmund is an heir to a famous hotel called 'The Hera Hotel' in Boston while her mother, Paisley is the daughter of a socialite. Both of them come from old money families and met through the connections of their own families, the two were and still are happy with each other. After Paisley gave birth to Barbara's older sister, Marsha at the age of 23, they were happier than ever because they wanted to start a family of their own and... they did. Although they spoiled Marsha so much like other rich families, they don't teach her to be rude to people who are not rich like them, who don't have the luxury as them and they did the same teaching to Barbara. 4 years later, Paisley gave birth to Barbara and they treat her the same way as they treat Marsha. Growing up, Barbara was like a normal child as if she's not from a rich family. She's not snobbish but instead treats people who're not rich with equality and ignore the fact that they're not from rich families like her, because why would she care? It's not her business to care about it and to her, it's very rude to judge what they're from and their fortunes. Other than that, Her parents sent Barbara to Bullworth Academy when she was 11 so that she could have her education there. It was her father's decision because he used to attend there and wanted her to go to a school that isn't as luxurious nor filled with rich kids (except for the preps). Barbara didn't mind it because her sister Marsha is also a student at the academy, so she's not alone. At the academy, Barbara joined the preps and the rest as people say, is history

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Personality:

She doesn't care about how people who aren't rich are different from rich people, she thinks it's ridiculous. She wants her fellow preps to treat others the same way as they treat each other but that seems to backfire because she would get scoffs and even insults from them, she would just roll her eyes and say "you all are so ridiculous". A lot of people say that she's nice for a prep, which Barbara understands why they say "for a prep", because other preps aren't so... Nice and she wishes that they (the preps) would change their attitude but she doesn't think that they would in the future, but she feels there's hope for them to change. She helps others and sometimes stands up to a person who's getting bullied, she just hates seeing people getting bullied, it makes her uncomfortable. Barbara is a fashion girlie, she LOVES it and lives for it. She doesn't over-dress too much but she doesn't dress like a person who dressed themselves in the dark, she really likes to give fashion advice to someone and talk about fashion with Gord Vendome. She's confident about the way she is and everything that is going on, she doesn't shy away from anyone and she would be honest about them in front. She's a curious girl who wants to know more about someone who she thinks are kinda interesting, she would ask questions but if it makes them uncomfortable then she would stop and let them live their wonderful (or not-so-wonderful) day. She's also impatient but not as impatient as Pinky Gauthier, Barbara doesn't like waiting for 20-30 minutes and she would call them on her phone, telling them to hurry. But if she has a date and her boyfriend was late for, like, 15-20 minutes then she would tell him on her phone that she wants to cancel it because he's late, the reason for it is because she doesn't want to waste her time and doesn't want to wait for them for an HOUR. She can be very annoyed if someone cat-calls her or insults her for no reason or even tells her what to do if she's in a bad mood, she would answer them with insults while glaring at them. She judges people very easily based on their attitude or gossips about them, she can easily believe about the gossips if it sounds legit (she gets gossips from Christy)

Overall, she's a wonderful prep and not like her fellow preps who are all classist and snobbish towards non-rich folks. But she can be a bitch sometimes

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Infos about Barbara:

--- her interest in fashion is a little inspired by Cher Horowitz from Clueless

--- her older sister Marsha is the next heiress of The Hera Hotel since Marsha was born first before Barbara, which she's actually grateful for because she doesn't know how to handle a freaking hotel

--- Marsha is three years older than Barbara

--- Marsha used to be a prep after transferring to Bullworth Academy at the age of 11 but she left the clique 2 weeks later because she can't stand their attitude

--- (not Barbara related) The Hera Hotel is inspired by Hera Palace from The Penthouse: War in Life, a K-drama

--- she doesn't like Barbie dolls :/

--- she LOVEEES light pink. If light pink was a human being, it would be her. Almost all of her clothes are light pink, seriously

--- Christy is Barbara's main source when it comes to rumors and gossip. She literally believes all of them because it sounds 'legit' and 'believable' to her ears

--- her father is of English descent while her mother is of Scottish descent

--- her role model is Audrey Hepburn

--- her favorite shoes are platform Mary Janes (the only shoes she wears other than converse)

--- her favorite type of cake is strawberry cheesecake

--- her favorite type of fashion is vintage (mostly 50s-60s)

--- probably the only prep that has a family that is against incest

--- Barbara and Bryce are childhood friends. Their fathers have known each other since Bullworth Academy. Edmund helps Bryce and his family with their financial problems

--- she's kind of over-protective of Bryce and she's afraid that the preps would make fun of Bryce if they found out about his and his family's problems. If they actually did find out somehow then Barbara would be on full defending mode immediately

--- she's like a sister to Bryce

--- her parents visit her at the academy during the holidays

--- Barbara is a picky eater. If she sees a dish that looks 'unappetizing' to her eyes, she would not eat it but if she sees a dish that looks appetizing to her eyes, she would eat it

--- Barbara hates Lola more than the greasers. Not because she's a slut, it's because she plays with all the boys' feelings and also a cheater

--- Thad is Barbara's tutor. She failed math for the 3rd time (it's a hard subject, so it's understandable), so the teacher told Barbara that she's going to need a tutor, which she's fine with because she doesn't want to fail while Thad being surprised and a little frightened that he's going to be tutor to a prep. Thad begins to tutor her about math and keeps on going everyday and then the two slowly develop feelings for each other. Three weeks later later, they started to date

--- she's LOUD and PROUD of her dating Thad, she doesn't care about him being a nerd and him being not rich. She doesn't care and she loves his personality, and she thinks his lisps are cute. While her fellow preps are judging her for this (Bryce doesn't judge her that much because she's his childhood bestie), she would ignore them and change the subject every time but if it doesn't work then she would say "Why do you care so much?"

--- her family, especially her parents don't mind her dating the boy as long as he treated her well and good

--- Barbara and the rest of the preps (except for Bryce and Pinky) are not close due to their different views on non-rich people but they still talk to each other, hang out, and allow her to be in the clique

--- she really loves when Thad talks to her non-stop (like he's yapping at her about mostly nerdy things), it's because she loves his voice. She would be smiling at him and sometimes putting her chin on top of her hand while may or may not be listening to him (she doesn't focus on what he says sometimes but rather listens to his voice... if that makes sense 😭)

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(notes from the maker of the oc)

HAIII!!! >.<

I actually didn't plan to make a third oc but since ideas was flooding my mind, I decided to make it. I wasn't proud of her personality and background but I'm not good at it (the personality) so... :/

Anyways, I hope you like her and the faceclaim is Sophia Lillis as Beverly Marsh. Credits to polarrfilters_q on Polarr <333

#bully #bully game #bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #bully cce #bully se #bully rockstar #bully oc #bully ocs #video games #oc #my oc character #original character introduction #original character info #my original oc #original character #barbara prescott

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drpeppertummy · 9 months ago

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@ that one anon who wanted someone havin dinner after a rough week: this one fits the request way more than the one i responded with. its a little clunky but What Ever

[super super mild group stuffing, very brief mention of past drunk driving & death]

"Max, honey, would you sit down for a moment and relax?"

"I'm nervous! You know I get nervous."

"I know that, but you are gonna give yourself a heart attack if you don't take it easy! Keonda told me how tough work's been on you lately. Junie's fine, I promise." Marsha caught Max in her arms mid-pace and held him tight.

"I know," he sighed defeatedly. He draped his lanky arms around her, and she laid her head against his chest, listening to his heart anxiously fluttering away. A sudden ping from his pocket nearly sent him through the ceiling, and Marsha jumped at his sudden jolt. He quickly whipped his phone out with one hand and clumsily threw on his reading glasses with the other.

we're here. not going anywhere else tonight. promise. night dad💗

Marsha felt Max relax a little in her arms. He slowly typed out a reply, doing his best to keep it brief, and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"Now will you sit down?"

"Yeah, I guess I can sit down." That would be a first for the week. Apart from scattered and restless sleep, Max had barely had a moment to stop and breathe all week, let alone relax. Between what felt like endless testing, juggling a lot of restless, rowdy students and irate, exhausted teachers, and cleaning up after his deranged principal's poor choices, work had been brutal. He'd been running around so much that he'd barely had time for lunch during the days, and he'd spent much of the week even hangrier than usual. He regretted ever having taken an administrative position--being the only reasonable person on the team didn't exactly pay off--but the way things seemed to be going, he wasn't sure being back in the classroom would be much better.

Outside of work, he'd had to make an emergency run to the vet after the cat had gotten into a dessert he'd been saving. Marsha had been surprised to see him turn up at her workplace, and he'd been mortified at the situation, though she would never have blamed him for it. The car had broken down and left Junie stranded an hour away, and he'd had to call up Alfie to go rescue her. Fortunately, his mouthy little mechanic had been able to fix the car up without issue, but ever since an accident with a drunk driver had halved his family, car troubles made Max terribly anxious, especially when Junie was concerned.

It had been something just about every day, an endless barrage of stress and trouble and problems, and Max, who was jittery on the best of days, was just about at his breaking point. Today was Friday, though. The end-of-the-year testing was over, the cat was fine, Junie was safely at her friend's house, and Max was limp on the couch with Marsha by his side. Alfie, who made up for his abrasive demeanor by coming to the rescue time and time again, was in the kitchen making dinner. Max would have liked to help, but Marsha wouldn't let him go, insisting that he rest for at least a few minutes.

"I'll pin you down if I have to," she teased, squeezing him gently around the waist. "You're not goin' anywhere, Stringbean." With the amount of energy he had left, Max wouldn't have been able to fight if he wanted to. He pecked her on the cheek and dropped his head back against the cushion. He trusted Alfie well enough in the kitchen by this point anyhow; he and Marsha both embraced the Kestlers' gluten-free diet as their own the moment they stepped through the door. Max had always insisted that they didn't have to as long as they were careful, but his partners were adamant on keeping him and Junie safe. As long as they were in his house, they said, they'd eat the same as them.

"Hey, you assholes better not be hoggin' up all the lovin' in here," said Alfie, leaning against the door frame.

"Don't worry, we'll save a little bit for you," giggled Marsha.

"You better. Dinner's almost ready."

"You're a saint, Alfie," said Max, lifting his head. Alfie laughed.

"You're delirious. Come on, a little chicken'll do you good."

The trio sat down together for dinner, a nice big plate of chicken, rice, asparagus, and potatoes before each of them. Max doubted he'd be able to finish his--it was more of an Alfie-sized serving, and Alfie, small as he was, had a remarkable appetite--but it was the most inviting sight he'd seen all week, and his belly rumbled at the smell of it. Marsha smiled and gave it an affectionate pinch.

Max hadn't realized just how much he needed a good, filling homemade dinner until he dug in. He'd been undereating all week, and his meals had mostly consisted of hastily thrown together ingredients which weren't very substantial at all. Most of his cooking efforts had gone to Junie--he would never leave her without three square meals a day--but he just hadn't had the time or appetite to eat much himself. Alfie's cooking was an absolute godsend tonight.

"Y'know, Alfie, you may be a royal pain, but you sure can put together a good dinner," said Marsha, sticking her fork into a big hunk of potato. She smiled playfully at him, and he threatened to flick a forkful of rice at her.

"Play nice, you two," Max warned, smiling fondly. He was already beginning to feel markedly better. Marsha was right; the food was delicious. The chicken was tender and well-seasoned, the potatoes were crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, the asparagus was perfectly cooked, and the rice made a hot, filling addition to the meal. It wasn't long before Max began to feel full, but, unable to resist eating a little more, he decided to push it a little. When he saw Marsha quitting, though, he supposed it was time to stop; her capacity was bigger than his, and he knew he'd give himself a tummyache before long. His belly felt comfortably stuffed now, and he leaned back in his seat with a contented sigh, resting a hand on his stomach.

"Anybody want the rest of mine? I don't think I can finish."

"Not me, I'm stuffed," said Marsha. Alfie raised his hand, and Max slid the plate over to him.

The three sat and chatted for a little while as Alfie finished off Max's leftovers, bitching and laughing and finally beginning to unwind. Marsha, tired of her snug high-waisted jeans, decided to undo the button and give her full tummy some space. Max would have liked to do the same--his belt was squeezing him just a smidge too tightly around the middle--but he felt less inclined to do so at the table.

Marsha stood up and left the table for a moment, giving Max's cheek a gentle pat as she passed him, then returned with a foil-covered plate.

"I know we're all a little stuffed, but I made some girlfriend cookies earlier," she said, setting the plate down and uncovering the dessert. "Don't worry, I only used stuff you already had, so you know they're solid."

"You two are such a pair of angels," said Max, slipping an arm around her waist and bumping his head affectionately against her side. She leaned down to kiss his forehead, then returned to her seat.

"Think you can squeeze one in?" She took a cookie from the plate, smiling slyly.

"Maybe just one," Max agreed, joining her in taking one. Alfie watched them, making no move of his own. Marsha tilted her head at him.

"You're not gonna have one?"

"I'm a little full," Alfie confessed, resting his hands on his belly. Marsha stared at him with amused surprise.

"Why, Alfie Shannon," she exclaimed, laughing. "Since when do you ever get full?"

"Oh, shut up and eat your cookies," he said, unable to hold back a sheepish grin. They gladly did, and Marsha even ate a second. Max stopped at one, his stomach teetering just on the edge of discomfort. He was worried he might topple over that edge, but he never did. His belly remained comfortably stuffed, and he supposed it would be even more comfortable once he put away his now-too-snug belt and traded in his work pants for pajamas.

They rested at the table for a moment, giving their full bellies a chance to settle before moving around, and then got to cleaning up. Alfie, as good a cook as he was, was awful at cleaning as he went and had left a tremendous mess, but between the three of them, they had the kitchen back in order in no time, and they were free to retreat to the couch. Max excused himself to ditch the belt before joining the other two and returned feeling a smidge more comfortable than before.

"Look at you, all indecent," Alfie teased, tugging at Max's belt loop as he sat between them. Marsha reached across Max to give Alfie's belly a firm pat, and he groaned in response. Her eyes moved to Max's belly, which was pressing out against the waist of his pants.

"Y'know, you'll feel a lot better if you do this," she said, unbuttoning Max's pants. The fly parted under the pressure of his uncharacteristically round tummy, and a blush crept onto his face. She smiled and patted his belly gently.

Max draped an arm over each of his partners' shoulders, and they leaned in close against his chest. It was chilly for May, and the warmth of snuggling up together was pleasant, as was the soft sound of their sleepy breathing and the gentle gurgles of their digesting tummies. As they sank into the couch and each other, the long, difficult week faded into a distant memory for Max, and, feeling full and cozy, he finally began to truly relax.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #suggestion #xmarshax #xmaxx #xalfiex

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archoniluthradanar · 1 year ago

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I woke up this morning to find you gone

I woke up this morning to find you gone : a Volturi one-shot

The Twilight "Zone" series-these stories have a bit of strangeness about them.

Caius' human mate - First person POV

Caius' mate goes to bed with him, then falls asleep with him at her side as he is most nights. She awakens the next morning to find him gone. Not away, but really gone. And no one in the Volturi castle has ever heard of him. Or her. How will a human convince the Volturi she belongs there, and that her mate is real and is now missing.

oooooooooooooooooooo

My name is Allie Carson. I was an American who had lived in Washington state all my life. It was a fairly normal life, that is, until I met Caius. He was handsome, almost regal in his carriage, rude when it suited him, and an old-fashioned gentleman when he chose to be. I could tell right off he was...different.

I had bumped into him on the street, literally. He had been sent, he later told me, to keep an eye on a local family here in Forks.

"Are you a cop or FBI agent? I asked him, curious.

"Nothing so mundane," he replied curtly. "Why do you care?"

I ignored the snark. "Mundane? Now you have me really interested. I would never say the work of a detective or an agent of the government was mundane."

He only smirked, which intrigued me more. I told him I was on my way to have lunch at a local diner and asked him to join me. He agreed after looking around the main street. I briefly wondered what he was looking for, but by the time we reached the diner, my mind was on the hamburger lunch deal my stomach was demanding.

We sat at a table, and the waitress came by with two glasses of water. She set them down and took out her pad. "Hello, Allie, I see you found a friend. Stranger around these parts?" she asked Caius, her eyes obviously admiring him. "What can I get you both?"

"Marsha, I'll have the hamburger lunch deal, with a Coke." I looked at my impromptu companion. "Can I get you anything...uh?"

"Caius," he said, finally smiling.

"Caius? Ok then, Caius...did you want anything?"

"No, thank you. I've eaten already," he replied, leaning back against his chair.

There was that smirk again. "I guess I'm the only one eating, Marsha." After she went to put in my order, I looked the blonde man over. "Caius is a strange name."

"It's an old family name. I rather like it," he said.

"Oh, I do too. Unusual names run in my family. Even though I ended up with 'Allison', dad once told me he wanted to name me Athena, but mom objected."

"The Greek goddess," he said knowingly.

"Are your parents historians or something? Your name, the fact you instantly recognized one of the Greek gods."

"Actually, I am a historian so to speak. I...read a lot about history. Do you like history as well?"

I was so impressed to meet someone like Caius. Here in Forks, the library had minimal books on ancient history, so I had to buy a lot of used books online. "Yes, I love history, I don't even care what era. It all interests me."

His brilliant blue eyes lit up at my words, so I must have said something right. Just then, Marsha came by with my lunch plate and a glass of Coke.

"Here you go, Allie." She turned to Caius, asking him, "Sure you don't want anything?" When he shook his head, she nodded and left us alone.

We talked about anything that came into our minds until I had finished everything on my plate. "How long will you be in town?" I asked my lunch companion.

"Two days, maybe three. Then I'll return home."

"Where is home, if I may ask." I wasn't sure if he had to keep that secret, his job and all.

"I'm from Volterra." He must have seen my frown, since he immediately clarified. "Tuscany region, Italy.

"Wait. So you're not an American officer? Interesting." His accent didn't sound Italian, but perhaps he was a transplant.

We left the cafe together, but I had to get home, and Caius seemed distracted, his eyes again scanning the streets. We bid each other goodbye and went our separate ways.

I walked across the street, still watching Caius. A young man, whose face I didn't recognize, walked up to him. They seemed to speak to each other as if they knew one another. The stranger was dressed in what appeared to be clothing from another era. He was handsome as well, and I wondered who he was. I sneezed, which forced my eyes closed. By the time I opened them, Caius and the stranger were gone.

The next morning, I left my house to find the blonde stranger standing on the sidewalk out front. He smiled when I walked over to him. "I just wanted to see you before I left," he said.

We spent the rest of the morning together. I asked him if he could reveal the name of the family he was watching. Were they criminanls, I asked him. He laughed.

"Not exactly criminals. The Cullens tend to do their own thing with no concept of the law."

Did he mean Carlisle Cullen? "Caius, Dr Cullen is highly respected here in town. We feel fortunate to have such a...a skilled physician in our small hospital, when he could find a better paying position anywhere in the country. And his family's great. I don't know them very well, but we have spoken at times. Alice is so sweet, and Emmett is a hoot."

"They've done nothing wrong...yet. I was only sent to watch them," Caius replied, trying to reassure me.

I admitted to myself I was intrigued by this man, a foreigner to my country. But I was stunned when the last day of his stay, before he was supposed to leave for good, Caius demanded to see me. Demanded.

We had gone for a walk into town and ended up at the park. We sat on a bench beneath a tree. I didn't say much, unsure how I felt about his leaving. His next words stunned me.

"I want you to join me in Volterra. Come with me and be my mate. I know it sounds strange, but it won't when I explain everything."

"It's been three days! I hardly know you, Caius! What is this all about?" I looked up at him while he stood and paced in front of me.

"I cannot tell you everything, Allie. You have to trust me when I say we belong together. I confirmed this with Marcus."

"Who the hell is Marcus? Caius, are you crazy?" I shut up when he took my hands in his and sat beside me.

"I...work with Marcus. He has a gift of recognizing relationships between people, a hundred, fifty...two. He told me you and I are destined to be mates."

"Mates. As in spouses?"

"If you wish to call it that. All I know is what I feel when I am with you. My previous mate died long ago."

Long ago, he said, when he barely looked thirty years old. My head was spinning, yet when he suddenly kissed me, my brain took the time to stop thinking while I let this man gather me in his arms and continue to kiss me. When he pulled back, I gazed at him in shock. Yet could it have felt more natural.

So I left Forks forever, binding my life with Caius', before I even knew much about him, or what he was.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

It was like any other night, Caius and me lying in our bed while we talked about the day's events. We were laughing about something that happened, when he moved to hover over me, pressing his lower body against mine. I smiled up at him while wrapping him in my arms. then kissing him. I was still human, so he had to be careful he didn't accidently bite the tip of my tongue off. Soon he would change me, and he would not have to hold back any longer.

We made love until I was tired out. He let me lie against him, our fingers entwined. "I love you, my heart," I said.

"I love you, amore mio," he replied, pulling me closer.

I closed my eyes and Caius held me until I fell asleep.

Sunlight poured through the window, waking me. I turned to my left to see an empty spot in our bed. I sat up, calling for Caius. Maybe he was in the shower, but he usually asked me if I wanted to join him. I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. No Caius. I touched the shower wall. It was dry.

Had he been summoned by Aro for a last minute meeting or trial, and didn't want to wake me?

I quickly dressed and went in search of my mate. I entered the door of the throne room, and found no one. Perhaps they had gathered in the larger audience hall. I was on my way there when strong arms grabbed mine, pulling me back against a tall, marble-hard body.

"Felix, you startled me." When I turned to look up at him, his expression frightened me. It was as if he didn't know me. When he grabbed my arm, I struggled against the pain. "Felix, you're hurting me." Even the fearsome Felix had never harmed me since I arrived here. This was very much out of character for him.

I was unceremoniously dragged to the smaller throne room, where Aro now sat with Marcus on the dais that lacked one chair. This was crazy. Where was Caius' throne?

I was about to ask what was going on and where was Caius, when Aro rose from his throne and walked down the three steps to stand before me, Felix still holding my arms but less tightly.

"Who are you and how did you get inside this place?" His red eyes bore into mine.

"Aro, I've been here ever since Caius brought me here. And where is he, by the way. What have you done to his throne?"

I saw Aro glance back at Marcus, who was sitting still, as he usually did. The quiet one merely shook his head.

"Aro, can you please ask Felix to let me go."

Aro gave the tall guard a blink and Felix stepped back, but not far from me.

I rubbed my arms and glanced around the room to see most of the top guards standing against the wall. They all looked at me as if they didn't know me.

"What is your name, my dear," Aro asked.

I had to laugh. "You know me, brother. I'm Allie, Caius' mate?"

Aro looked aback when I called him brother. He stepped back, turned and walked slowly back to his throne, sitting once there. 'You say you are Allie, mate to Caius. Yet we know no Caius...nor you."

This was insane. I was in a nightmare it seemed.

I pointed down the line of guards. "That's Demetri, Chelsea, Afton, Santiago, Jane, Alec. Heidi is most likely out fetching tourists for your next meal. You're Aro and he's Marcus. If I hadn't been here awhile, how would I know your names or theirs? I also know you're vampires." I looked over at the empty far corner. "Where is Caius' throne? It usually sits there, at your left."

"There has never been another throne, my dear. Marcus and I are the sole leaders of the Volturi. There are no others." He spoke gently, as if to a child.

"Yes, there is! Caius helped you form the coven ages ago." I had lost my composure by now.

Aro asked me a question, I think to test my story. "And who are you to this Caius?"

"I'm his mate, from America. He brought me here 10 months ago. You promised me one year before you insisted I be changed. I have two months left. And now I don't even belong here, so it seems."

I gave a pleading look at Marcus. who was always kind to me. He stared back at me as he would a stranger.

Aro appeared to be thinking, when he suddenly stood, walked down the steps, and grabbed my wrist, saying tersely, "Come with me."

I was suddenly afraid. "Where are you taking me, Aro?" Very afraid. "Aro, please don't kill me. Give me a chance to explain!"

"Foolish human, I'm not going to kill you, or you would have been dead already." We stopped in front of our chambers, mine and Caius'. "You say these are the rooms you shared with this Caius?"

I opened the right door and walked in. "These have been Caius' rooms for longer than I know. I have lived here with him for the last ten..." My heart dropped. I looked around to find an empty set of rooms. The furniture was gone. Our belongings were gone.

I ran to the bedroom, then searched the massive closet. It was empty of our clothing and the large jewelry case Caius had bought me to hold all the beautiful necklaces, earrings and rings he had chosen for me over the months. There was nothing left behind to bear witness to his extreme generosity.

I turned to Aro. "I don't understand. It's all gone. But it was here when I woke up this morning. I dressed and left to look for Caius." I thought for a moment. If Caius had disappeared from this place, perhaps time itself, all the things he had bought for me would be gone too. It was a logical assumption that if he never existed, anything tied to him would never have been here. And I would not be here. But I was. I am.

I started to walk back to the outer door. While I stood in the corridor, I felt Aro move behind me. I awaited execution, but instead, he took my elbow and led me back the way we came.

"You're not going to kill me, Aro?"

"I said I would not. You know too much, but what you know proves some of your story. For now, Marcus wishes to speak with you."

"No problem. I know the way." He let go my arm and we walked side by side to Marcus' chambers. When we came to his doors, Aro left me there with a pleasant expression, reassuring me.

I reached up and knocked on the heavy wooden door. It opened to reveal the tall melancholy vampire.

"Welcome, my child. Come in." He stepped aside to allow me in and led me to the settee. I sat down and tried to get comfortable.

"It's good to see you again. Marcus. I'm glad you asked me here since I want to ask you, do you see me with your gift? Am I with anyone?" Caius maybe.

Marcus looked a bit surprised that I mentioned his gift. "Yes, I know about your gift. When I arrived here from America, you confirmed with Caius and me, that we were mates and belonged together. Why don't you remember that?"

Since I had arrived here in Volterra, Marcus had always favoured me, and his lack of emotion basically made him more relaxing to be around. When Caius was off on some mission with the guards, Marcus would invite me to his rooms and read to me while I lay my head on his lap. Sometimes he would comb my hair with his fingers in a soothing manner. Anything to calm me during my mate's absences.

"Sit here, child. Aro asked me to talk with you about your delusion..."

"Marcus, it's not a delusion! I'm telling you all the truth. Caius met me in America, and we spent some time while he was in Forks. He asked me to go home with him because we belonged together." How many times did I have to say it. "He checked with you, telling me you have the gift to see relationships." I shut up, too tired to speak anymore.

"I have something to ask you, child. If you want to stay here, Aro has given his permission, as long as you stay with me. Eventually if you wish, you can become my mate and I will change you myself. For now, I will ask nothing of you."

I knew what he meant. I looked over at Marcus. Dear Marcus. I had no where else to go. I nodded silently.

I stayed with Marcus for the next 4 days. He was true to his word, asking nothing of me. Instead, he did what he could to make me feel better.

He had chosen a favourite book, reading to me while my head rested on his thigh. His fingers caressed my head while he played with my hair. His soothing voice became an even drone of words.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

I must have fallen asleep. I rose up on one elbow and looked around me. I was back in my bedroom, Caius' bedroom. Everything seemed as it should be. I turned to see Caius walking from the bathroom as he was drying his hair with a towel while completely naked. I stared up at him with what must have been a look of utter shock, before I jumped out of bed and ran to him, grabbing him and kissing his face and mouth.

"Oh my god, where have you been? I have been looking all over for you and no one knew who you were and everything here was gone..."

Caius dropped the towel when I had grabbed him. "Whoa, my love, what is all this? What do you mean I was missing and everything was gone."

"Am I dreaming now?" I grabbed his hands and looked at him, my expression serious. "I woke up five mornings ago. You were not in our rooms, so I went in search of you, thinking perhaps Aro had called for you. Felix found me and dragged me to the throne room. I asked Aro about you, and he acted like he had never heard of you. No one had. I was sure he was going to kill me since I had no reason to be here and was still human. I think the fact I knew so much convinced him I had been here for the last ten months." I would have rattled on hysterically had Caius not stopped me.

"Allie, shhhh...slow down, love." Caius cupped my cheek gently, then pulled me to him. He was here, back with me, and yet it was like five days ago all over again, only Caius was the one who didn't believe me.

"I spoke with Marcus and he offered to take me in so Aro would not have to kill me. He promised me if you never came back, he'd take me as his mate and change me himself."

"Wait, Allie, what are you talking about?" He gripped my upper arms with his hands. "Who the devil is this Marcus?"

Frowning, I looked at Caius in disbelief. "God, not again."

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UNPROMPTED ASKS || always accepting

@civicmuses sent; "Who in the name of the Nightosphere are you?" (Marsha to Vampire Morty)

Well, that was certainly an introduction. As fingers fidgeted against the handle of the umbrella that he held over himself, to block out the sun, Morty glanced away. Just a little unsure on what to say.

"Uh, I-I guess my name is Morty, th-that's all you need to know," He brought the umbrella to cover himself up more, hiding behind it. "I-I'm sorry to have bothered you, I-I was just looking for someone a-and I got lost."

#civicmuses #{ answers. ✦ }#{ ic ; 🧛‍♂️ Vampire Morty }#{ main verse 🧛‍♂️ 'ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ' }#{ fdshjkfhskjd Marsha you're scaring him xD }#{ he's not used to talking to other people fdhsjkfhdjsk }

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@mcltiples asked:

It was mid-day when Morty came over to knock on the door. Slightly scratched up and bruised. It was a long day with too many twists and turns. Though, that would have been expected for a holiday such as this. Considering who his grandfather was.

He hoped that Marsha wouldn't take notice of it.

Once the door was open, a bright smile appeared on his face. He held out the glassware of some kind of dessert with foil on top to cover it.

"Uh, s-sorry I haven't really, uhm, answered any of the texts you sent me, today's been.... a day," He let out a small nervous chuckle. "But, uhm, my dad made a bunch of pumpkin pie squares, s-so I thought that I could, uh, give them to you a-and your sisters as a Thanksgiving gift sort of thing."

That wasn't said too awkwardly, was it?

"A-Anyway, uhm, happy Thanksgiving a-and enjoy these! I-I'll see you later."

{ To Marsha from Morty !! // Happy Thanksgiving 🦃🥧 !! }

"I've got it!" Marsha yelled as soon as she heard a knock on the door followed by the sound of dogs barking. Marsha walked to the door and opened it to find Morty.

"Hey, Mort-" The first thing Marsha noticed was how bruised Morty looked. Before she could say anything, the glassware was put into her hands. "Uh...thanks...I..."

Before Morty could leave, however, Marsha grabbed Morty by the collar of his shirt and attempted to drag him inside. "Wait...what happened to you?"

#[ asks. ]#[ marsha // ic ]#mcltiples #rick and morty tw #thanksgiving tw

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featherless-falling · 3 months ago

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If you happen to be transgender and living in Mississippi ( Hi!! ) then you've probably already gotten this message, but for everyone else, this was the highlight from our only gender-affirming clinic in the state sent out and I felt was worth sharing: ( if you'd like to donate to them here's a link )

One question already asked of us plenty of times is for prescription hoarding. We will not do this. A simple look at the Covid toilet paper crisis should tell people why this is not okay to do. It will benefit few and hurt many. Plus, pharmacies generally don’t allow more than a 90 day amount of medication anyway, so it makes over-prescribing a moot point.

The most prominent question that is being sent to us this morning is whether we think there will be a ban on adult trans HRT under Trump. The shortest answer is no. Though as far as trans youth (under 18), I think that is the most likely scenario that it will be banned at a federal level, but since states still can retain state rights, those states which have enacted legislation to protect trans youth should still be able to provide care for them. Also, keep in mind that Trump said many things in the past to get elected the first time around that he never mentioned or followed through with after being elected. Remember the “We will build a wall and Mexico will pay for it” things he said? Yeah, never happened. But it got him votes from his base.

Why do we think adult trans HRT is unlikely to be what is banned? Mainly because it is the most difficult and controversial thing to legally ban. It would be much simpler and easier to get the (bigoted and apathetic) public behind things like bathroom bans, bans on sports participation, bans on gender marker changes, bans on marriage, bans on insurance coverage for trans items, etc. Basically, anything that makes it more difficult to exist in public as a trans person is what I would bet money on for being the target of any legislative actions. But we have all lived through that before, and many are living through that currently. It is not as if the south has been some sort of haven for trans folk all this time. Now, I am not saying that these things are not awful and ridiculous. They clearly are. I am simply saying this seems the most likely scenario for legal actions against this community as it is the path of least resistance.

What to do now? Do not act rashly. There is no reason to. Nothing has actually changed as of yet. They put out a bunch of fear mongering on purpose, so that we would be too afraid to move forward with our lives. Do not let hateful souls dictate your own happiness. They can make things difficult, yes. But Marsha P Johnson and Silvia Rivera were able to pull together through worse times for the good of all of us now in the future. Let us honor them by carrying on with our lives and tackling any obstacles put in our way together.

#text post #election 2024 #2024 presidential election #transgender #transsexual #trans #trans rights #mississippi #us elections #politics #[ overall; it's time to get to work ]#[ I tried to keep this very short; ]#[ if anyone would like elaboration on anything ask me ]#[ otherwise I'm trying to keep the noise down ]#[ but I thought this was a fairly balanced take ]

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Send a 💋 for a short drabble on a time our muses kissed || Selectively accepting !

@mnstcrsiiistcrs sent:💋 Marsha for Morty maybe?

By now Morty breaking into Marsha's cottage had become something of an inside joke for the two of them. Or at least, that was how the boy liked to see it. He didn't really "break in" anymore, but there had been times when he had pretended to, like a game, always warning the princess of his arrival before hand.

This particular time, though, his visit came announced and he would have probably crossed that line again if Marsha hadn't already been outside.

The previous week, Morty had asked her to help him with some English homework. He had originally tried to ask Summer, but of course his sister had refused to "do his work too". They had bickered angrily over it, because all the teen had wanted were some pointers, but apparently that counted as her writing the essay for him too.

Eventually, the boy had stomped off, annoyed and a little disheartened. If he hadn't gotten a passable grade out of the assignment, Beth would have grounded him from adventures for who knows how long, which would have sucked for two reasons. One, because he would be denied his favourite thing in the world. Two, because Rick would have bitched about it endlessly.

The idea to ask Marsha for help hadn't come to him right away, but once the thought had touched his mind, it had looked like the best solution ever. She knew literature, she read a lot and she was smart. She was the best person to lend him a hand.

Doing the actual asking had been a little awkward, but eventually he had worked out the guts to stutter his request out. Much to his relief, the princess had agreed easily enough and she had also been an amazing tutor.

All that had led to the present moment, with Morty jumping out of a portal without a warning and rushing in Marsha's direction, holding a bunch of papers.

"I-I got a B!" He yelled, sounding and looking positively ecstatic. "A-A fucking B! C-Can you believe it? I-I never got a grade this high in that class!"

His parents had asked him if he had paid someone to write the essay for him, but he was so happy that he hadn't even gotten mad at it. Honestly, he didn't care if they believed him or not. This was a personal success for him.

And he had one person to thank for that.

Without really think, Morty threw his arms around Marsha before she could react, pulling her in a tight hug. Under other circumstances, he would have been far too awkward to even just think about doing something like that, but in that moment he was high on enthusiasm. Enough to do something even bolder.

He moved back without letting her go, just enough to be able to see her face. There was just the briefest moment of hesitation before he leant in and pressed his lips against her cheek. A light and soft kiss, but one that lingered perhaps just a second too long.

The moment his mouth left the smooth surface of her skin, though, the teen seemed to finally realise what he had been doing and he scrambled backwards, almost tripping himself in the process.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. He couldn't believe he had done that. Holy shit.

"Uh, oh g-geez, that's...I...I didn't..." He stuttered with an embarrassed chuckle that however sounded more like he was choking on something. "I-It's...I just wanted to, y-you know. Say thanks. I-It's...I owe you. Y-You're wonderful. ...I-I mean! you were wonderfully, uh, helpful?"

He should really shut the fuck up.

"A-Anyway, I'm you have...stuff to do, s-so I'll go and...I-I'll see you around? B-Bye!"

And with that, he disappeared inside another portal, not daring to look back. One thing was sure. It would have been a long time before he would find the courage to look at Marsha again without dying inside.

#[ ic :: drabble ]#[ ic :: Morty ]#&& Marsha Abadeer || mnstcrsiiistcrs #mnstcrsiiistcrs #[[ I left it a little ambiguous on purpose! ]]#[[ feelings wise I mean ]]

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titleknown · 2 years ago

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Do you think Section 230 is pretty much going to be passed? I've been thinking about leaving the internet completely over this.

...Well, like many things, the answer is "It's Complicated,"

Firstly, for the most part, efforts to screw up Section 230 aren't direct repealing all of it so much as carve-outs that majorly weaken it, in ways that could still deeply screw up free speech.

The recent Kids Online Safety Act/EARN IT Act is being pushed for, and while it's not in committee, given the former was sent to the Commerce Committee last time and the latter to the Judiciary Committee, they're probably gonna send it next time, and you're probably going to want to call your senators if they're in said committee to tell them to kill those bills.

The membership of the Commerce Committee:

Maria Cantwell, Washington, Chair

Amy Klobuchar, Minnesota

Brian Schatz, Hawaii

Ed Markey, Massachusetts

Gary Peters, Michigan

Tammy Baldwin, Wisconsin

Tammy Duckworth, Illinois

Jon Tester, Montana

Kyrsten Sinema, Arizona[a]

Jacky Rosen, Nevada

Ben Ray Luján, New Mexico

John Hickenlooper, Colorado

Raphael Warnock, Georgia

Peter Welch, Vermont

Ted Cruz, Texas, Ranking Member

John Thune, South Dakota

Roger Wicker, Mississippi

Deb Fischer, Nebraska

Jerry Moran, Kansas

Dan Sullivan, Alaska

Marsha Blackburn, Tennessee

Todd Young, Indiana

Ted Budd, North Carolina

Eric Schmitt, Missouri

J.D. Vance, Ohio

Shelley Moore Capito, West Virginia

Cynthia Lummis, Wyoming

The membership of the Judiciary Committee:

Dick Durbin, Illinois, Chairman

Dianne Feinstein, California

Sheldon Whitehouse, Rhode Island

Amy Klobuchar, Minnesota

Chris Coons, Delaware

Richard Blumenthal, Connecticut

Mazie Hirono, Hawaii

Cory Booker, New Jersey

Alex Padilla, California

Jon Ossoff, Georgia

Peter Welch, Vermont

Lindsey Graham, South Carolina, Ranking Member

Chuck Grassley, Iowa

John Cornyn, Texas

Mike Lee, Utah

Ted Cruz, Texas

Josh Hawley, Missouri

Tom Cotton, Arkansas

John Kennedy, Louisiana

Thom Tillis, North Carolina

Marsha Blackburn, Tennessee

So yeah.

I may as well add, If you've got the misfortune to be calling a Republican, be sure to bring up how KOSA will be used as a way for Big Government to spy on people via mandated age verification, and how EARN IT will be used to censor conservative speech.

That'll get the bastards attention. And no matter what you do, don't shut up about it, because silence means the fuckers win, just look at FOSTA/SESTA...

...Tho, in better news, the questioning in those Supreme Court suits tackling Section 230 seem to show that the justices are at least reluctant to try and do much to 230, very specifically because of how much it could fuck up.

Which begs the question, if even these fucking demons know why fucking with Section 230 is a godawful idea, what excuse do these senators have?

Point is, the efforts to undermine it aren't all at once so much as gradual and insidious. Call your senators folks, and stay vigilant.

#kosa #earn it #section 230 #internet freedom #important #signal boost

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ANGRY & IRRITATED SENTENCES, VOL. 7 || accepting

@dcmonprncss sent; "Have I pissed you off in a way that's more than normal?" (for Rick)

Oh, so she was getting sassy with him. Well, two can play that game and Rick wasn't about to lose. Not by any means and definitely not to some teenage girl who's friends with Morty of all people.

"Y-Yeah, you feel so fucking clever for coming up with that one, huh? Think you're real smart a-and fucking funny," He began to move, digging through his lab coat pocket.

Once he found the item that he wanted, some metallic and beeping rapidly, he tossed it over towards her for her to have. "L-Let's see how fucking smart you are, better turn that thing off before it explodes in your face."

Rick had to be joking, right? There's no way that he just shoved a bomb towards Marsha's way. He wouldn't be that cruel. Would he?

#dcmonprncss #answers ; 🛸🌌#{ ic ; 🧪 ʀɪᴄᴋ ꜱᴀɴᴄʜᴇᴢ }#main verse. 🧪 ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄᴋᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ #{ this is Rick so who know what he just gave her xD }

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justapillowpetpanda · 2 years ago

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FBI Closed Its DEI Office In December, Ahead Of Trump’s Inauguration

A seal reading “Department of Justice Federal Bureau of Investigation” is displayed on the J. Edgar Hoover FBI building in Washington, DC, on August 9, 2022.

The FBI officially closed its DEI office back in December, ahead of President-elect Donald Trump’s return to the Oval Office.

The agency reportedly “took steps to close the Office of Diversity and Inclusion (ODI), effective by December 2024,” the agency announced on Thursday.

The move comes as DEI initiatives have been increasingly criticized following the recent New Orleans terror attack on New Year’s Day — which claimed the lives of at least 14 individuals and instilled fear in NOLA residents.

House Judiciary Chair Jim Jordan previously sent a letter to Christopher Wray, the outgoing FBI director, criticizing the agency for prioritizing DEI initiatives over ensuring the safety of U.S. citizens.

“The law enforcement and intelligence capabilities of the FBI are degrading because the FBI is no longer hiring ‘the best and brightest’ candidates to fill the position of Special Agent of the FBI,” Jordan wrote.

“An increasing number of lower quality candidates–described by one source as ‘bread crumbs’ because they were rejected by other federal law enforcement agencies–are applying to become FBI Special Agents; and the FBI is selecting those candidates to become FBI Special Agents because they satisfy the FBI’s priority to meet Diversity, Equity and Inclusion (DEI) mandates,” the letter continued.

Senator Marsha Blackburn (R-Tenn.) also sent a more recent letter to Wray following the New Year’s Day attack, calling Wray’s leadership in question.

“I am deeply concerned that–under your leadership–the Bureau has prioritized Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) initiatives over its core mission of protecting the American people,” Blackburn wrote following the attack.

“Americans now feel increasingly unsafe because of incidents like the January 1 terror attack, and the FBI’s prioritization of diversity over competence shows that their concerns are well founded,” she continued. “Fortunately, the American people have spoken, and President Trump will soon bring law and order back to our nation.”

In addition, House Majority Leader Steve Scalise (R-La.) slammed the FBI’s commitment to filling DEI quotas, rather than hiring the best and brightest.

“Some of these agencies have gotten so wrapped up in the DEI movement. You know, call it wokeness, call it whatever you want,” Scalise stated earlier this month.

“But where their main focus is on diversity and inclusion as opposed to security. And they’re two very different things. And we’ve got to get back to that core mission,” he added.

Meanwhile, Trump’s nominee for FBI Director, Kash Patel, has previously called for reforming the FBI in his book “Government Gangsters,” which “pulls back the curtain on the Deep State, revealing the major players and tactics within the permanent government bureaucracy, which has spent decades stripping power away from the American people and their elected leaders,” according to the book’s description.

Patel, a former DOJ prosecutor, has yet to take part in his confirmation hearing, with senators planning on questioning his purported “enemies list,” a list of names working at the DOJ that Patel gathered in his “Government Gangsters” book. The list references “members of the unelected bureaucracy,” also known as “deep state” agents.

Patel has spent his career as a federal attorney and he has worked in U.S. intelligence positions during Trump’s first administration. He also played a key role in debunking the Democrats’ alleged ��Russian collusion” conspiracy theory during the 2016 election.

“[Lawyer] Marc Elias invented the hoax that President Trump colluded with Russia. As lawyer for the Hillary Clinton presidential campaign in 2016, Elias hired Fusion GPS to collect the phony opposition research on Trump that became known as the Russia dossier. It was debunked by the Mueller [DOJ] report,” according to the Ohio Senate’s official website.

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