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Lux in Tenebris - epistolary interlude
This is part of the Lux in Tenebris interlude, which comes after the Whumptober 2021 recapture arc which ended with this chapter.
Lux in Tenebris masterlist
AO3
Contents: epistolary writing, grief, death, burial, demon whumpee, survivor's guilt, past abduction, pining
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Dee,
Fall is here and I canât stop thinking of you. I know that youâre dead - Dara told me that youâre more than dead, youâre gone - but I canât stop myself from looking for you in everything. I know we planned to carve pumpkins this Halloween, and I keep staring at yours. I didnât carve mine, either. Theyâre both starting to rot. Dara keeps telling me I need to throw them out, but⌠not yet. I canât do it yet.Â
We buried you. Or⌠the body you lived in. I go and sit by your grave but I canât feel you there. That makes sense - youâre not there. Even if there is such a thing as ghosts, Eva and Dara keep telling me that you could never be one. Youâre not in heaven or hell. You werenât exorcized after being stabbed, you just⌠stopped. But⌠please, Dee. Iâm begging you to please be alive, in some way. Even if you choose to haunt me, please, please, I donât care. Just something that would show that youâre still with me. Even if you were angry. Even if you hated me. Even if I never got to see you again because you were sent somewhere I could never be. As long as you were still alive, it would be alright. As long as I didnât have to live with the fact that I got you killed, I could stand to be haunted by you.Â
I looked for you, Dee. We looked for you. Iâm sorry it took us so long to find you, and Iâm sorry we got so little time together, but I looked for you. I wish I could tell you that you never deserved any of it. I saw in your eyes that you thought you did. It was a lie. It was a lie, Dee.Â
I go to the playground where you were taken every day. I try to remember how it felt in those last few happy moments we had together. I try to feel something of you that might still be there. I try to think of what I could have done to stop you from being taken. I would have done anything, Dee⌠Iâm so, so sorry. It was my fault. Iâm so sorry.Â
Please still be with me, somewhere in the world or beyond it. Please find your way back to me. Please still be alive. Please come back home to me. Iâll never let you go again, if you will just let me prove it to you. Iâm so, so sorry. Please come back to me, Dee. Please.Â
Iâll wait for you. As long as it takes, I will wait.
Love,
Ilya.
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#whumptober2024#no.4#'you're still alive in my head'#billy lockett#no.11#loneliness#no.14#'because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted'#tiLLie#kooL aiD mAn#altprompt#regret#OC#fic#death#lux in tenebris#epistolary#grief#burial#demon whumpee#survivor's guilt#past abduction#pining
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The Shuffled Age of Piracy AU
I didn't feel like copypasting so take a broken up screenshot đ
BASICALLY imagine Into The Pit but like, in Coastal France or New England instead? In this beautiful room?
Anyway.
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Just a neat thought.
#My brainrot knows no bounds#my aus#Shuffled Age of Piracy AU#Haven't decided for sure on ships#Domasia would be great for this#But so would Past Domasia and future Royal Flush#And it would be convenient for that Master/Davey crossover#Arguably easier than the Sparr*ngton Reincarnation AU (forgot the name)#I guess I could go with my first thought and have this be pre Shi Xianggu#And actually have Sai take Cheung Po's spot in the narrative. But post-Shuji departing with Wong maybe. And Domon is the one that#âKidnapsâ him but he's actually NOT kidnapping him it's just a misunderstanding that they don't care to correct.#Like instead of his 2 awesome adoptive dad's he got stuck with some piece of shit that murdered his father#And Domon abducted him out of that situation
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new blood ⢠proper wee reference for pepper !! work clothes/makeup + casual chilling out look ááá˘
#they're full of so much spite and anger I love them#oc: pepper saviano#vtm#vampire the masquerade#tremere#guy who was turned at 19 and gets irate with people who wince at their age like bestie I think we're past morality we're dead#they're a former hunter who's now a lil bit of a tremere pet project :] how well can we brainwash someone who used to hate vampires#amyways big part of the heavy makeup with their work outfit is to make em look a little older put people more at ease y'know#like ''man I was abducted and held captive for a year before my turning can you shut the fuck up about how I'm So Young.''#''that shit would have been Mega illegal even if I was old enough to drink. you're so annoying''#a former inquisitive creed hunter does make a pretty good tremere thoughh :3
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Lightning Strikes Twice: Ch. 1
Summary: Melinda May and Phil Coulson are sent on a mission to recover a missing child in a supernatural storm. But the child they come back to Shield HQ with is not the one they were sent to find.
Read on Ao3 / See Author's note for warnings
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Shield agent Melinda May shivered in the spring night air. What a night to be on duty.
She was alone, sitting in the driverâs seat of her Shield-issued black SUV as her husband, Agent Phil Coulson, sweet-talked the local authorities. They had to get into that sports complex. Tonight.
A thunderstorm swirled overhead, but this was no natural April shower. These clouds hid a scout ship of the mighty Kree warriors. Of course, the local police didnât know that. They only knew that the nightâs baseball games were canceled due to weather, and they were instructed to redirect teams, parents, and other spectators to return next week.
Phil frowned as he trudged back to the SUV and got in.
âAny luck?â Melinda asked, already knowing the answer.
Phil sighed. âYour turn.â
âGood. I like my way.â Melinda smirked and pulled out a remote control. With the press of a button, the sounds of gunfire and the lighting of a small explosion played from a cheap special effects kit on the far side of the main building of the sports complex. Out of view of the police officers, it looked and sounded real enough, at least with the rain and the echo off the cinderblock building.
As predicted, the officers ran from their spot to the disturbance. With no more Phil Coulsons around trying to talk their way in, there was no reason for them to be at the entrance anyway. All the sane people had gone home with their young athletes, grateful for a night off instead of huddling under the bleachers in the pounding storm.
That left Melinda and Phil with a clear entrance.
âBuckle up,â Melinda warned as she floored it through the now-clear sports complex entrance and across the parking lot. Phil set off another round of special effects commotion at the building just to cover the sound of the SUVâs engine.
The dirt path to baseball diamond C wasnât exactly meant to be a road, but it was wide enough, and with the SUVâs capabilities, it got them right to the scene of the incident.
They got out and approached the dugout cautiously. Director Fury had warned them this was no ordinary missing child case. It had been mass hysteria at this site only a few hours earlier.
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The storm had come without warning, zapping down blue and green lightning as if targeting the young players on the field. Parents shouted for their children and children cried for their parents, and the rain pounded down, muffling the chaos. A father in the Special Forces caught a photo of the lightning as his wife called for their little girl. His stomach turned as he realized what the blur was at the edge of the camera. She was only three; it wasnât her fault. But it was just like her. Of course, sheâd gone toward danger instead of running away. Another lightning flash and his daughter disappeared.
âCAROL!â he shouted as he and his wife ran toward the spot in the outfield, but it was dark, empty. Not even a hair left of her. Another flash of lightning, this time directly onto the dugout. They turned back in shock at the loud crack of the wood slat roof splintering. They thought they saw a girl inside, the same size, impossibly far for her to have run, but it was just the afterimage. The lightning flashes were playing tricks on their eyes. They turned back to each other and screamed for Carol until their lungs gave out.
Their seven-year-old son stood frozen, drenched in his white-and-mud Little League baseball uniform. He saw what they wouldnât admit. His sister had clearly vanished. It was no runaway little girl, lost in the storm, as they would tell the police. She had called out to him as she was hit and had faded away into thin air in the blindingly bright light. He stumbled as he ran toward her, losing coordination as he slipped in the mud. She was gone.
Eventually, the Special Forces officer side of the father kicked back in and he brought the film canister to his superiors at the military base while his wife and son waited for hours into the night at the city police station. The stoic military men developed the film, and as they waited, they heard his story of the supernatural storm, still brewing over the sports complex. Though later he would deny it if anyone had asked, the desperate father asked his officers if the storm could be a foreign enemyâs technology. It was too targeted to be simple, ordinary weather.
The commanding officers exchanged silent glances, thanked the father for the intel, and offered him coffee. They then hustled back to an office with a confidential line and had phoned Shield with the developed images in hand. This lightning wasnât natural, but it also wasnât of human origin. Only Shield could provide answers beyond that.
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Director Fury then dispatched Phil and Melinda, and here they were, creeping around a dark, stormy park full of baseball fields and tricking police officers into abandoning their posts.
Phil signaled to Melinda to watch his back as he poked his head into the dugout. The smallest of whimpers came from within.
âCarol?â Phil whispered into the darkness. âIs that your name?â
The coast was clear around them, so Melinda glanced past him to the source of the rustle in the darkness.
âItâs okay,â he reassured. âWe just want to help you find your parents. We arenât going to hurt you.â
The shadow whimpered again, and Melinda gave up on watching for danger that wasnât coming. She knelt down and made sure her flashlight was pointed at the ground.
âYouâre safe now,â Melinda assured. She held out a hand and heard a shaky breath. âCan you be brave and come out here?â
The little girl that emerged was not blonde pig-tailed Carol Danvers at all. This little girl took Melindaâs breath away. Part Chinese, Melinda was sure of it, with Caucasian features too, though it was hard to tell in the flashlightâs dim glow. Something inside her knew, as she locked eyes with the girl, that this child could well have been hers and Philâs. If they had been ableâŚ
Phil put on his best dad smile. âWhatâs your name, sweetheart?â
The little girl shook her head. She couldnât have been more than three at the most.
âIâm Phil,â he introduced. âAnd this is my wife, Melinda. We want to help you get home.â
The little girl lurched forward and grabbed Melindaâs outstretched hand. She was a little unsteady on her feet, so Melinda picked her up without thinking. The little girl clung to her and started crying. She snuggled into Melindaâs shoulder and wept, making Melinda hold her tighter.
Phil furrowed his brow and pulled out his walkie-talkie. âFury, this is Coulson.â
âGo, Coulson,â came the reply in Furyâs exhausted voice.
âWere there any other reports of missing children?â
âNo, just the one youâre assigned to.â The unstated question made Phil and Melinda exchange a look of dread.
âWe didnât find a blonde girl. This one has dark hair, East Asian features? About the same age.��� Phil paused. âSir, she needs help.â
âHmm.â Fury was silent for a while. âNo reports that fit that description. Bring her in.â
Melinda brushed the little girlâs hair back, wet from the rain, and asked, âDo you know if there are any other kids out here? Maybe another girl like you?â
She raised her head and shook it âno.â And then she spoke, in a raspy whisper that broke Melindaâs heart, âJust me. Iâm alone.â
They returned to their search for the child they were assigned to find, but even when they had found the master switch to turn on the lights for every field (revealing nothing), tried every door (all locked), searched every nook and cranny (empty), and called over and over for the childâs name, Carol Danvers, they had to agree with the assessment that there was no one else here. Except the police officers running toward them from the far side of the sports complex, shouting something that was probably âthere they are!â and âcome back here!â but they were slightly too far away to be heard clearly.
It was time to go.
The girl clung tightly to Melinda as they returned to the SUV. Melinda climbed in the back to gently strap her into the car seat meant for another childâthe girl who was still missing. Instead of leaving this little one in the back seat alone, Melinda buckled in next to her to comfort her. The little girl fell asleep, exhausted by whatever ordeal she had been through in this storm. Her tiny lips parted, and her precious eyelashes lay so delicately on her still-babyish cheeks. By the time they made it back to Shield, Melinda May had fallen in love with someone elseâs child.
But whose?
When they were back at Shield HQ, the little girl awoke and tried to answer their questions. She didnât remember her own name or her parentsâ names, or her address, or what town she was from. She just âforgotted.â
In the morning, the pediatrician contracted with Shield confirmed it was likely caused by the traumatic experience. Whether the memories came back would be anyoneâs guess. More visually alarming, Melinda had discovered deep large bruises on the girlâs ankles, forearms, and back when changing her out of her soaking wet clothes and giving her a bath at the faux hotel room at HQ used for overnight guests. She didnât say anything that night, settling the girl into a big bed the preschooler described as âthe very comfy comfiest!â Phil returned from the office floors of the building with a plush tiger toy from the supplies they used to comfort children affected by trauma and tragedy. This certainly counted. The girl cuddled the tiger close throughout the night (and every night after) and grasped it tight through every nightmare that woke them all up with her crying and screaming until Phil and Melinda could sooth her back to sleep.
The next morning, the doctor dismissed the bruises as minor childhood injuries from running away from home in the storm, an understandable conclusion given that the girl was using everything in sight as a jungle gym, but as a skilled martial artist and agent, Melinda knew bruises intimately. These were old and intentionally inflicted.
âWho has been hurting you?â Melinda asked quietly when the doctor left the exam room and promised to send in a nurse with the evaluation paperwork and test orders to complete at the lab.
However, right now, the little girl couldnât focus on answering any questions when there were puppies on her new, soft pink shirt to make up stories about. That morning, she hadnât recognized the ubiquitously preschool-famous cartoon dalmatians, or know that they were called puppy dogs, which was odd, though the doctor said that was explainable by the amnesia. But otherwise, his evaluation said she seemed healthy, if a bit undernourished, and assuming the labs all came back clear, she was well enough to go home, wherever that would be now.
They searched every database and missing child alert. There were no parents that fit the half-remembered description the little girl gave. Of course, the girl also wondered why no one was blue, why cars didnât fly here, if they could go to space soon, and a dozen other typical three-year-old questions. After two nights in the faux hotel room and three straight days at Shield HQ, as the little girl napped on a cot and Phil and Melinda and their teammates traded duties looking after her while searching for any surviving family or any matching DNA at all in international intelligence community databases, it was clear this child had nowhere to go. She really was alone in the world.
Fury brought the girl, Phil, and Melinda into a conference room. He addressed the girl first.
âI understand you donât remember your name, but Coulson and May here have been calling you Skye, is that right?â
âMhmm!â
âDo you like that name?â
âYes! They says itâs because I was a gift from the sky.â She looked for approval from Melinda and Phil.
âAnd where did you live before you met us, Skye?â
âUp there!â She pointed to the sky out the window. âIn a big city ship with the big angry blue men. But then I was sneaky sneaking on the ship and I had to hide! And then I came here and it was wet. And then I met you!â
Melindaâs heart skipped a beat. âYou came from the Kree ship? Fury, are the Kree blue?â
Skye frowned and her eyes pled with the adults. âDonât make me go back! Donât make me! No! Nooo! I donât wanna go back!â She kicked her little feet and shook her head. When she didnât receive an answer, only shock from the adults, she curled in on herself, hiding her face in her knees, repeating how much she didnât want to leave.
âWe thought they were just warriors up there. To have children on that shipâŚâ Phil trailed off and paled. If the Kree ship had not vanished when it did in the storm, Shield was about to blast it out of the sky. âThe doctor said she was human! HowâŚ?â
âWhether this child is actually Kree or simply a lost human child like any other, she needs a home. A safe one. One where she wonât be hit by big menâŚ?â At Furyâs words, Skye stopped muttering and lifted her head. âOr yelled at?â She inhaled deeply and met Furyâs eyes. âAnd she would get lots of hugs? And everything she needed?â
âReally?â Skyeâs eyes sparkled, breaking Melindaâs heart again. âWhen Iâm a big kid, can I go to the bus?â
âThe bus?â Phil asked.
âOn the scwream.â She pointed toward the hallway in the direction of the room with a TV sheâd been watching the last few days. âThe big kids go on the magic bus and the lady with the hair and the lizward âŚ.â
âSchool,â Melinda exhaled. âYes, you can go to school.â
âSchooool!â Skye squealed. âEven though Iâm not blue!â
âNo oneâs blue here,â Fury corrected for the hundredth time.
âNo blues,â Skye sighed in happiness. She looked directly into Melindaâs eyes with her own puppy dog hope. âCan I stay here forever?â
Melinda swallowed back tears and opened her arms. âYeah. Yeah, kid. You can stay forever.â
Skye squealed and launched herself out of her chair and to Melinda. Phil and Fury filled out the Shield Protocol 0-84: Humanoid Dependent custody paperwork right there on the table. In Melindaâs lap, as the grown-up conversation grew boringly legal, Skye got hold of a pen and the blank back side of one of the forms and immediately started drawing their little stick figure family, along with odd symbols that might have just been scribbles, if she werenât so intentional about them.
âLook!â Skye insisted. âLook! Look! Look!â When she was satisfied she had everyoneâs attention, she pointed to the figures.
âYou can be the mommy,â she said to Melinda. âYou can be the daddy,â she said to Phil. âAnd Iâm me!â She beamed in excitement. âAnd Director Fury can be the teacher.â She still had a babyish aw on her Rs, and it made them all melt, even battle-hardened, man-in-charge Diwectah Fuwy, which Phil would be teasing him about for months to come.
Raising a potentially alien daughter who didnât remember her birth parents or much of anything before, with vague and likely violent early childhood trauma, would be a challenge that required some specialized professional help only Shield could provide, but this day was the first day of an otherwise blissfully happy life together. From that moment on, they were a family.
#daisy johnson#carol danvers#aos#agents of shield#captain marvel#daisy x carol#carol x daisy#wlw#sapphic fic#femslash#lesbian carol danvers#bisexual daisy johnson#skywriting#philindaisy#phil coulson x melinda may#adventure fic#found family#chapter rated: t#for mentions of past child abuse#and the obvious alien abduction/kidnapping plot in general :)
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Cw: mentions of past abuse, whipping, death
Reactions to tragedy are vastly different from person to person. Whumper knew this and yet, they were still disappointed in what they got out of Whumpee when they showed them the video of them killing Whumpeeâs family. Instead of screaming and crying or anger and wrenching at their chains, Whumpee sighed in relief and chuckled to themselves. This was the first keystone moment of their time together after the abduction and Whumper was utterly confused.
Pulling their belt off and whipping between each word out of pure, searing anger, Whumper asked âWHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. WRONG. WITH. YOU?â
Catching their breath, they again asked âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? I just showed you evidence that I murdered your family. Any normal person would be broken beyond belief. Why?â
Laughing, Whumpee uncurled themselves and took off their shirt to reveal a constellation of cuts and scars.
âYou think I would miss the people who did this to me? The only reason I stayed with them was because I wasnât ready to risk it on the streets.â
Whumper backed out of the room, trying to mask their emotions of disappointment and surprise. This one would be much harder to crack.
#whumpee#whumpblr#whump blog#whump ideas#whump#whump inspiration#whump tropes#whumper#whump community#injured whumpee#defiant whumpee#abuse cw#cw past abuse#tw death#tw abduction#tw past trauma#tw past abuse
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Ghost F!Leo helps Leo with Krang, gets pulled back with him.(or FLeo gets abducted by his past alternate timeline self, fun times.)
Bonus
First sketches
#my peepaw leo version#peepaw leo#rottmnt leo#rottmnt#tmnt#leonardo tmnt#future leo#I'm totally normal about this design I made#ghost abduction au#future leo gets abducted by his past alternate timeline self#i like turtles mkay
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Shadows of Fear: The Death Watcher (1.4, Thames, 1971)
"I should like to have danced with you first, you know. It may sound frivolous, but I mean it. There's a certain communication involved there. Have you noticed how some couples have a much more highly developed intuition? They dance as one. There is instinctive anticipation. I used to be very good at ballroom dancing. These are my trophies. Once, I reached the county finals with a girl. Her name was Beryl Harcourt. We were completely in sympathy, you see. That's why I made her the subject of my first experiment. After she'd... gone, I used to play the gramophone in my bedroom for hours on end. We used to do a speciality tango. There's a lot of jealousy and backbiting in those competitions, you know."
#shadows of fear#the death watcher#1971#single play#horror tv#classic tv#thames#jacques gillies#peter duguid#john neville#judy parfitt#victor maddern#michael hawkins#george hagan#daphne oxenford#ann way#perhaps (if memory serves) (and it doesn't always) the closest this series comes to dipping a toe into the supernatural; but only a pinky#toe and only very very slightly. the plot is relatively old hat: a slightly mad student of ghosties and whatnot decides to test a theory#about communicating beyond the graveâ unfortunately involving the abduction and eventual murder of an expert on ESP. as always with this#seriesâ the emphasis seems to have been solely on finding strong casts over other visual concerns; still a cheap looking series with just a#couple of sets (tho it does actually manage a little location shooting). Nevilleâ in one of his last uk tv appearances before his move to#Canadaâ is the unbalanced science wannabeâ in a typically restrained and subtle (considering the character and the plot) performance#the great Judy P is his unfortunate victim and is very good but has little to do past the halfway mark except to act scared or drugged or#both. Duguid's direction is unusually showy for this series; he favours extreme closeups on eyes and mouths during key scenes of#expositionâ adding to the general sense of uneasy weirdness around everything that's happening. the very ending is the series at#its most deliberately spookyâ but it works; a troubling little sting in the tail of an old fashioned bit of mad science nonsense#oh and Neville's monologues near the end of the ep (part quoted above) are truly somethingâ a real masterclass moment
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Took an edible last night cause my tooth pain was so bad and heavily misjudged how much I could handle, the first sign was when I forgot how you wear a shirt and then this is a good summary
I also ate all of my raisin cookies and they never tasted better, it was like they were kissed by an angel that's also the hottest lesbian on earth, anyway
#cw weed#edibles#trash keeps talking#and i'd do it again#also felt like i was being abducted by aliens and that i was only able to see the past#we didn't play roblox đŠ
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Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny in The X-Files (1993) Demons
S4E23
Mulder awakens on a Sunday in a cheap motel in Providence, Rhode Island. He has no idea how he got there and has no memory of what may have occurred in the last two days. His clothes are also covered in blood. He has been having vivid dreams however. In one, he recalls his parents having an argument with the Cigarette Smoking Man about Samantha. Mulder was only 12 years-old at the time. He also has images of a white house. Scully soon joins him and they locate the white house with two bodies inside. As far as the local police are concerned, Mulder is their main suspect. Scully however doesn't believe he killed anyone and tries to find the common denominator between her partner and the victims.
*Producer/ writer R.W. Goodwin was inspired to write the episode after reading "An Anthropologist on Mars," a series of essays by Oliver Sacks, in particular "The Landscape of Dreams," featuring a man who could recall every detail of his childhood.
#The X-Files#1993#Demons#S4E23#1997 episode#crime#drama#mystery#alien abduction#memory recall#Gillian Anderson#David Duchovny#Mulder#Scully#Mulder x Scully#past#Mulder`s sister#Cigarette Smoking Man#murders#just watched#shower
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I wish there was a way to convey to your neighbors that you wanna be alone when you're doing yard work sggdgdgd like just bc I'm visible to you and outside does not mean I wanna be friends đ
And like I don't want to be RUDE to people I just wanna work in peace and do my outside chores đđđ
#my neighbor came over to introduce himself and hes like yeah ive been here 6 years now :D how bout you?#and im like 24 sgdgdggdgdgdgdgd like yeah i remember the past two families that lived in your house man i remember all the people#who used to live here especially the guy NEXT to this neighbor who moved out after like one year who i swear on my life was a serial#killer like something was just really off ab him and he got too friendly too fast and would just show up when hed see us IN OUR FENCED#BACKYARD like privacy fence and he would be like hey neighbors! :DD whatcha doing?? need some help? :)#and i stg i remember this one interaction bc i really think he was gonna try to abduct my mom like i know i sound so paranoid but they way#he was acting was like he was thrown that i was there đŹ like the vibes were bad#and then he just SILENTLY moved out one day like the house didnt go out on the market with the sign no moving vans no goodbyes#he was just GONE so uh yeah đŹ oh and he would only come over when my dad was at work like not in a i dont want him to know im#trying to get with his wife (he wasnt flirty btw) but like a... i dont want him to know ME way#anyway he's long fucking gone and ill always wonder but i did feel safer when he left shdgdggdgdgdggdhdh#this neighbor i think is just like trying to be involved with his neighborhood bc he talks to everybody but i just feel uncomfortable when#anyone talks to me shdhdhhdhdh#marquilla#also i think i might have poison ivy and or oak on my hand from the bushes đŹ we cannot get rid of that shit no matter what we try i stg
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btw i did have a nightmare last night that like, fucked me up a little bit
#(cw for bad vibes)#basically i was abducted by a guy who threatened to sa me#so i flopped him around like a dead fish hulk style (you know the one hulk and loki scene) and then ran away#and that's when my two siblings showed up who had apparently also been abducted by the same guy#and we all ran away together but i can't run for shit because i have asthma#and if i run for more than 30 seconds my lungs literally stop working#so i was was watching my sibling run ahead of me and i kept slowing down and that's when i turned around and saw the dude run out after us#so i was calling out for my brother to?? idk what i was expecting him to do like fly us away?? i don't fucking know#but anyway he found us a dark alley to hide in and we waited for the dude to run past us and then we started discussing where we should go#because the guy knew where i lived#and that's when i woke up#and there was like some fucked up shit that i don't even wanna talk about#not me getting real ass emotional trauma from a fucking dream#rain.stuff#sa mention#that's a real tag
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âThe most disrespected person in England is the Gary Lineker. The most unprotected person in England is the Gary Lineker. The most neglected person in England is the Gary Linekerâ
-every sports personality on Twitter rn
#I feel like weâre losing sight of what was originally being spoken about which was child trafficking abduction breaking up vulnerable#families international human rights violations the developing onset of facism in the uk thatâs evolved from regular racism and xenophobia#being used as political manifesto points for the past what? ten years like there was an original plot to the story that was more important#than Gary pitch shitter Linekerâs right to call commonwealth coons out for reinventing the nazi wheel#like that was point 73 part ii subsection 3b of what is going on
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I love that you can just grab kittens. old cat have achy joints and a sense of dignity that you have to play into, so you gotta be deliberate and respectful in hoisting them, but if a kitten is whirlwinding past you, you can just reach out and snatch them. and they'll be like 'mamma mia, I never did nothing :p' and writhe around and lick your fingers. highly abductable animal
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getting emo about my own fanfic and how I've chosen to write orochimaru ⥠helpâĄ
#its all from an outsiders pov so like a lot of it isnt explained#but like 80% of it thats written is him Exaggerating to Teach and be properly Perceived#but like the emotional vulnerability of someone obsessed with viscera and gore whos married to someone who can survive#being vivisected over and over again ad who likes to engage in gorey sex and doesnt shame him for his more unethical pursuits#just sort of steers him in the direction of informed consent. like. hey have we considered using people who want to be killed? like MAID.#except you get to go to a freaky lab and Orochimaru is there and theres like a solid 70% chance youll be in extreme amounts of pain before#you finally die. but! youre high as a kite the entire fucking time and hes shut off ur pain receptors :)⥠id sign up lmao#look. i can only do so much to rehabilitate these men. theres a lot less abducting of orphans and experimenting on children#amd a lot more theoretical science before the apploed bit because he doesnt have to hide it he has 900x the funding and his team is loke#probably at least 80% more competent#there are 4 rules he can not break; he can not pick his subjects he can not kill his staff he can not experiment on living children and he#has to run everything by at least 2 other people thst understand the things hes doing. which he has on staff now#obito is like you cant abduct anyone. ignore the top scientists i have abducted to act as your ethics and soundboard committee. i can do#what i want bcus i asked real niceys and paid them lots of money and they said '$â$ yes'#the pursuit of knowledhe is very admirable but unfortunately until you get past the piss urself in fear stage of working with Orochimaru#you do have to get bribed with a lot of money#ignore the fact Amegakure operates on a very wierd financial basis where all money is handled transparently and you get ur bills every month#but you dont actually handle any money urself until you leave đ¤ˇ#if it works it works lmao
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The way that so many talk about the Greek myths like they werenât myths. The whole nonsense âdiscourseâ over whether Hades/Persephone is a âproblematic relationship,â as if he wasnât literally Death and she Rebirth, that the whole thing isnât about the cycle of the seasons or (in the Eleusinian mysteries) reincarnation of the soul.
one thing about orpheus and eurydice is you guys are all like âiâm different i wouldnt turn to look at herâ because you are all familiar with the story of orpheus and eurydice. but orpheus wasnt familiar with the story because he was in it lol.
#greek mythology#yes that the greek culture was totally okay depicting marriage by abduction as good sometimes is a sign of deep patriarchy#but trying to go past that and treat it like a real human relationship is oof#reblog
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in a fair and just world we would get a spore 2 and it would make tribe and civ stage actually fun to play and also it would be the best game in the world
#ramble#i love spore but#past creature stage the only fun thing to do is whiz around in a spaceship and abduct random aliens
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