#really i just took 3 pages and laid them out and then added the speech balloons on top

[cyrsed]

i made last month's otherwyrld into a desktop bg cause i was tired of having a boring backgroud

[roryyyys]

Prongs what's wrong?

(Quick thing I wrote mostly at school about James not feeling so great after a quidditch game sorry if it isn’t as good it’s kinda rushed and like I said I was at school <3)

It was early evening after a quidditch game the boys in the common area were planning a victory party. James sat through with his head resting in his hand Remus picked up on this and spoke to James since he was usually ecstatic after winning a game “Prongs you alright? We can always save the party for tomorrow night if you're too tired mate..” James shook his head at Remus and started adding things to the party list.

Sirius was ecstatic about the party, Remus rolling his eyes knowing he's gonna have to take care of a hungover Sirius in the morning if he got shitfaced.

“Moons..moons..moons..moons” Sirius bothered Remus over and over again till he answered “what do you want pads jesus christ.” Sirius laughed and smiled “can you make blueberry tea? You make it so much better than everyone else.” Of course Remus smiled and nodded leaving the boys alone for a bit Peter and Sirius bothered James to his limit where he snapped and left the room to their shared dorm to lay in his bed.

James whimpered in his bed he didn't feel that great to be honest his head was pounding and his body just felt overall sore. Remus brought up some blueberry tea to James and set it down with a smile asking him if he was sore since he was so tired.

“Sore prongs? You can take a nap. I'll wake you up like an hour before the party.” Remus assured and James smiled and nodded “thanks moony..Im really tired..game took everything out of me tonight i guess..” Remus nodded and smiled.

“Anytime Jamie..” and with that Remus left the room to go talk to the idiots in the common room. The boys looked up at Remus and Sirius said “what's up with prongs is it his time of the month or something.” Sirius laughed softly and Remus gently hit him.

“He's not feeling great, he's a bit sore from the game.” They continued to talk and write out a list for the party.

Then of course Sirius sent Remus and Peter to go get the stuff while he went to his room to finish up a page in a scrapbook he was making for Remus' birthday.

Sirius saw James knocked out in his bed and laughed, sneaking a picture of him with the polaroid he saw a more uncomfy look on James face and thought he was having a nightmare.

So he sat on his bed, took his glasses off his face and rubbed his back before getting up and going to his own bed. Sirius was never that sappy but nobody was around and he knew how it felt to have nightmares.

James snored softly a few moments later making Sirius laugh. James woke up around twenty minutes later and sat up looking at Sirius and spoke “what the hell is the glitter for..” the sudden speech made Sirius jump “fuck! Prongs, it's nothing! Um..none of your business!” Sirius panicked. James panicked at the sudden panic, making both of them laugh a few moments later.

James laid back down just “defrosting” in his bed as he described it. He laid there for a good while eventually getting up for an outfit change.

He still felt horrible even worse but he didn’t care, he needed to go to this party only because he was the star player of the quidditch team. But it was getting harder and harder by the second he had a pounding headache that was turning into a migraine.

He was nauseous beyond belief his stomach was churning and he whimpered to himself while getting ready. Once done he heard Remus on the other side of the door. “James is up? I promised I'd wake him..” James stopped listening and walked out.

He looked at Remus and smiled, Remus smiling back “feeling better prongsy?” James just nodded because he didnt wanna tell them that he felt like absolute shit if he did Remus would go all mother hen and Sirius and Peter would tease and make fun of him like a bunch of little kids.

He hated when they did that it annoyed him even though he did it back. “What did you guys buy..?” James asked softly, still half asleep even though he had been awake for a little over thirty minutes now.

Peter answered him “just some drinks, snacks and decorations, not much to be very honest.” James nodded at that feeling awfully dizzy anytime he tried to nod or shake his head but he didnt wanna speak so he didn't. He decided to risk stumbling around and being dizzy just so he didn't have to talk much.

He of course asked about what he should wear and Sirius answered telling him to wear something more casual and comfortable and James nodded, throwing on a jumper and some sweats.

He helped Remus set up the decorations ignoring the pounding migraine he was getting and how tired he was. Remus was catching on quickly but ignored it hoping James would admit sooner or later that he was in fact not “fine” once they finished setting up streamers and pouring out snacks it was around eight pm.

People started showing up and it got loud very quickly, making James' headache worse. Regulus was there mostly because Sirius made him come to the party to see James since they were “kind of” dating Regulus did not consider them dating but James did. Though Regulus was in love with James the same. So Regulus was a bit happy to see James.

When he saw James a look of concern crossed his face seeing his well mostly “secret lover” looking as if he were to pass out any minute. James didn’t drink which made Sirius catch on since James usually drank at a celebration party “Come on have a little drink Jamie might help take your mind off of whatever you're thinking of!” Sirius said already mostly drunk but could still tell something was up with his friend.

James laughed softly and took a drink to not seem suspicious. “Yeah, Yeah I'll have a drink if you shut up.” Sirius smiled all tipsy and giggling. Regulus made his way over and pushed Sirius aside “don't be a prick Sirius he doesn't have to drink if he doesn't want to.”

James smiled at Regulus “It's fine I'll have a drink it's just one anyways.” Regulus pulled James aside “You look sick James. C’mon we're going to your dorm you idiot.”

James pulled back “im fine i swear just sore.” Regulus obviously didn't believe him one bit. “Bullshit potter. Let's make up an excuse for you hm..?” Regulus said getting soft with James seeing how sickly he looked in bright lights.

“James nodded with a soft yawn feeling exhausted Regulus took the tallers hand thinking of an excuse and walked over to Remus since he was the only one that wasn't drunk or tipsy.

“Im taking James to the dorm to shower, someone spilled a drink on him and he’s really upset..” What the hell kinda excuse was that regulus!? He thought to himself facepalming internally. Remus nodded, waving them off Regulus, grabbing James' hand again making their way to the dorm.

In the hall on the way to the dorm James felt incredibly nauseous and leaned on Regulus catching on hurrying up slightly so James didn't puke in the hallway.

Once back in the shared dorm that James Sirius Remus and Peter shared he grabbed some comfortable clothes for James consisting of a jumper and some soft shorts and he grabbed a bucket from the corner of the room in case James decided to lose his dinner.

James flopped over exhaustively on his bed Regulus sitting next to him ran a soft cold hand through James curls speaking softly yet still firm and cold like he usually did “You wanna drink or a snack? Might help you feel better I promise darling..” James shook his head and spoke sleepily “you read me a book?” Regulus’ heart melted but he wouldn't admit it.

He grabbed a book James had gotten yet never read and sat down next to him James putting his head in Regulus lap curling up in a ball while Regulus read to him. Falling asleep quickly Regulus kept reading for over an hour before falling asleep with James.

James woke up a bit later with a horrible nauseating feeling in his stomach. He sat up and tried to get up to get water but immediately sat back down with a soft heave he put his hand over his mouth and shook regulus who stirred before sitting up to see James on the verge of puking so he passed him the bucket and James instantly vomited into the bucket Regulus pulled his hair back and took his glasses off him setting them on the side table then rubbing his back.

“Jesus Christ James..” James whimpered “I'm sorry I didn't think this would happen…” Regulus shushed him and reassured him it was alright. “It's okay, things happen but next time I'd like a better warning idiot..” James nodded, they sat there for around twenty-five minutes James vomiting and or dry heaving. Finally he was done and Regulus asked him just to be sure “all done?”

James nodded and curled up on the bed while Regulus got up to get water for him. Seeing the time Regulus sighed it was only ten at night meaning everyone was still in the common room partying.

When he brought James water the door swung open and in came Sirius stumbling into the bathroom to vomit Remus trailing behind him talking to him “please darling don't throw up on the tile!” James laughed softly. Sirius always got way too drunk for his own good. “Your brothers are an idiot..” Regulus smiled and handed him the water.

“Trust me I know you know and his boyfriend knows.” James sipped the water and Stared at his laptop. “Can we watch a movie..?” Regulus smiled and nodded “what do you have in mind?” James took the laptop and pulled up “monsters inc.” Regulus smiled and got in bed with him “great choice darling..”

James curled up to his partner and watched the movie falling asleep around forty-three minutes in regulus and smiled “feel better darling..” Regulus said softly falling asleep around an hour into the movie. James was so lucky to have his boyfriend and Regulus the same.

Though Regulus' brother was annoyed the next morning when he found out they fell asleep together but it didn't matter because as long as they were happy Sirius didn't mind to much at all.

Should I do more marauders??

(Please do send me requests I love taking them and I’d love to do them‼️‼️‼️)

[wheelsup]

the taming of the shrew | two

if i be waspish, best beware my sting

after some setbacks, penelope is willing to do anything to get you back on board. but has spencer already ruined things?

A/N: hello! im so sorry that this posting schedule is super inconsistent. the more i thought about this chapter, the less i liked the more technical aspects of it. but! i hope you enjoy to plot aspect of it nonetheless <3 thanks for reading!

category: fluff, slow burn series, spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

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Since that phone call with Penelope, she’d been over nearly every night for a week with plates of treats and onslaughts of apologies. Each time she came knocking, you told her there was no amount of persuasion that could change your mind. And yet the following night, she’d be there, a new type of pastry in hand and a new set of reasons why Spencer was worth the trouble.

First, she brought blueberry muffins and reasoned that deep below that prickly exterior, he really was everything she promised –– sweet and caring. But that must be deep, deep down. Like, The Lost City of Atlantis, deep down, because you didn’t expect it to surface any time soon. 

Then, she brought fudge brownies and explained that his behavior wasn’t personal –– he was getting snippy with everyone lately. And while you maintained that anybody would have a hard time getting along with Spencer, you were absolutely positive that it was now impossible for you. 

Quite frankly, it wasn’t just Spencer who was unwilling to play nice. You hated him. More than you’ve ever hated a stranger. 

You wished him a lifetime riddled with minor inconveniences that would drive him to the edge of insanity. You wanted him to miss all his trains by just a quarter of a minute; close enough so that he could see it leave the platform, knowing he almost made it on. You wanted him to constantly feel like he was about to sneeze. You wanted his socks to be perpetually wet, and if he should happen to put on a dry pair? You hoped he stepped in a puddle.

That was all you could think about as you laid out on your couch, munching on one of Penelope’s lemon bars while she paced around your apartment. She kept going on and on advertising Spencer to you. As annoying as it was, she was also saving you a ton on groceries that week. 

For the most part, you filtered her out. Not a single word that came out of her mouth was believable anymore, especially not when she was talking about Spencer. Despite what Penelope thought of him, you saw in him what she refused to accept. 

As her speech came to a close, she looked at you like she expected a response to dignify her prattling. 

“Give it a rest, Penelope. He’s a lost cause,” you laughed dryly. “He doesn’t need –– nor does he want –– anyone in his life.” At the very least, he definitely didn’t want you. 

“Yes, that’s the problem!” If you’d been listening to her, you would’ve heard her saying the same thing. “He doesn’t want to date!” 

Your head just about exploded when she said that. 

There had been countless, fruitless conversations about this, and all along she saw the gaping hole in her supposedly airtight plan?

“If he doesn’t want to DATE, then WHAT was the point of this?!” Your fingers pressed the bridge of your nose; you suddenly felt a headache coming on. Funny how it always happened around the time of day that Penelope came to visit.

Penelope stopped pacing. She stalked over to your couch, picked your legs up by your ankle, and moved them to make space for herself. You begrudgingly sat upright as she took her place beside you. 

“Because he’s not himself anymore. He’s not open like he used to be. Not to the people who care about him the most, and certainly not to the world.”  

Penelope toyed with the hem of her dress, distracting herself from her quivering lip before pressing on, “Spencer Reid has always wanted love. And it’s not right that he no longer believes he can have it.” 

You hadn’t seen Penelope look so desperate until now. It was concerning. Because what could make her look so hopeless? What could make Spencer so hopeless? 

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s wrong with your little friend, but… there’s a lot more bubbling inside him than you’re letting on.” 

She chewed up the insides of her cheeks, wincing to herself at your incredibly accurate claim. 

“You are hiding something, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes on her. You were no detective, or whatever exactly her team did, but she was just awful at concealing her thoughts.

“It’s not my story to tell,” she murmured. 

She could already feel herself about to give it away and doubled down her mental defenses against it. Focusing extra hard on keeping Spencer’s privacy intact. If only you knew her track record with secrets, you’d be proud of her for staying quiet this long.

“What isn’t your story?” 

“That his girlfriend died last year.” 

She spilled it before she even realized what she was saying. You’d just asked so nonchalantly that she forgot she was talking aloud. Penelope turned purple, terrified now that the whole truth was out there. 

You couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that your trick worked. You were just as mortified as Penelope, and if you weren’t already sitting down, you knew you’d need to. You assumed there was something deeper going on with him, you didn’t think it was a dead girlfriend. That was some Nicholas Sparks shit. 

“He pretends like he’s fine but I know he’s not. And if he found a way to move on, maybe he’d start feeling as okay as he claims to be,” she sniffled before snot could run from her nose, tears lining the rims of her eyes. “I know I should’ve given you the full picture, but I didn’t think you’d go for it if you knew…” 

You were too floored to process it all right away. This added a whole new layer of complicated to an already uneasy arrangement.

“Well, I know you’re right about one thing. I would’ve said no.” 

She gave you a set of pleading eyes, praying you’d see where she was coming from. 

“I know,” she whispered defeatedly. “But maybe... now that you know, you can understand why he acts out the way he does.”

“Penelope, I can’t just… make someone move on, or –– or get them to believe in love! Especially when it’s fake.”

How on Earth did she expect you to pull that off? Did that guy from A Walk to Remember move on when Mandy Moore died? You hadn’t seen the ending of the movie, but you assumed not. 

“I’m sorry, this is just… a lot bigger than the favor I thought it was ––”

“What if I could return it?” she cut in. The gears in her head started to turn, figuring ways to patch up the holes she made. 

“There’s nothing I need from you.” 

That couldn’t be true. Penelope looked around the room and it didn’t take her long to think of it.

“I can help you sell your art,” she tempted, gesturing to the scattered canvases. “You make all your income from this, right?” 

You didn’t want to give any fuel to her fire, but you nodded. “What if… what if you didn’t have to settle for local buyers? What if I told you that you could make way more money selling them to the whole world?”

You chortled at her idea. 

You were a local artist, through and through. Your art got put in local galleries and sold to local buyers. Nothing more, and that was fine with you. You realized it a long time ago that it was just a pipe dream to think you’d be more. 

“I’m serious! You could get a separate painting studio, and stop living in one? Huh?” She wrapped her hand around your shoulder, waving the other in the air, urging you to picture it with her. “Imagine this: a kitchen that’s separate from your living room. A bed, inside it’s own four walls, and more than twelve feet from where you cook your meals.”

Pushing aside her so blatantly insulting your apartment, if that were a possibility, you’d want nothing more. But it already sounded foolish and you hadn’t even heard how she planned to pull it off. 

“Penelope, I’m fine where I am. I make the money I need, and that’s... it’s fine.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You know, I can hack all search engine results to make sure you are what comes up first anytime someone enters the word ‘painting’, right?

An airy chuckle left your lips. Of course she could. You patted her thigh twice and stood up, prompting her to follow you to your door –– hopefully, so she can show herself to the other side of it. “Still no, Pen.” 

“Just take some time to think about it!” Her voice carried through the wood as you shut it on her.

*

There was this one bench in Kenilworth Park – the one that overlooks the crystal clear pond – that you’d always been able to rely on to fix any problem.

There was hidden magic in the bushes that sprawled out from the edges of the water, surrounded by spiky green blades of overgrown grass. A simplicity you loved in baby ducklings paddling into the tiny body of water, swimming close together so they don’t get lost in, what seems to them, a whole ocean. And clarity provided by the freshest air in the world, under the shade of the big oak trees on a late summer afternoon.

But at the present, none of that came close to being enough.

The artist’s block started off as a minor inconvenience, but without your permission, had stretched into weeks of steadily declining motivation. Each new idea felt even worse than the last, and you were acutely aware that there would come a point where you’d officially hit maximum capacity for how awful they could get.

Still, that didn’t seem to light a fire under you. You happily coexisted with the blank pages of your sketchbook. Staring down at them, laying open on your lap in their stark-white glory, you felt like you were playing a waiting game. If you stared long and hard enough, maybe they’d flinch. 

Unfortunately, you never got to find out who won, because your phone rang inside your pocket. As if the caller had interrupted an incredible genius at work (which couldn’t be farther from the truth), you hastily raised the phone to your ear, slamming your sketchbook shut.

“Hello?” Your voice wasn’t as kind as it could be for someone with nothing better to be doing. Two seconds later, you learned who was calling and came to regret it.

“Hi, This is Rebecca from District Arts, calling with a message from Andre ––”

“Oh, hi!” you tried to walk back your previous tone, straightening up in your seat and pitching your voice higher, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to hear from him!” 

While Rebecca intimidated you, Andre happened to be your closest friend at the gallery. He worked closely with the artists to curate their collection and help them make sales. 

“Does he want to sort out what to set the opening bid prices at for my new pieces?” A handful of days ago, you sent him pictures of your new work and were waiting to hear his thoughts. You’d always been able to trust his opinion, and a vote of confidence from him might be just the thing to inspire you.

“Uhm…” There was a criminally long pause on the other side of the line, ended by Rebecca’s weary inhale. “Unfortunately, we’re calling to inform you that your pieces will not be included in the next rotation.”

For a minute, you weren’t sure what to make of what she said. You’d never heard those words before.

“What – what do you mean?” you laughed nervously. She probably misspoke. Perks of friendship aside, Andre always included you in sets. 

“Ugh, let me just get him…” her voice faded away as she put the phone down. 

That wasn’t exactly the reassuring statement you were looking for. In the time it took for the call to switch hands, your confusion finally melted in. And then quickly boiled into anger.

The District Arts gallery changed their entire collection every two months. The pieces shown accepted rolling bids throughout the full eight weeks, finally selling at the end of term to their highest offer. After that, the pieces got taken down, sent to happy new owners, and the entire gallery reset with entirely new works. 

So if you missed one rotation, that meant waiting two months to get back in.

“Andre, how am I just cut from the gallery!” you barked before he could get a word in. If he didn’t like your work, he could’ve just said so. 

“No one said that ––”

“Okay, let me rephrase.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, something you found yourself doing quite frequently lately, and took a deep breath in and out. It was seemingly just for show because it did absolutely nothing to calm you down. “Why wouldn’t you put me in the next set? I’m in all of them!”

“I know you are!” He sounded just as upset. “It’s just that… we give you the biggest space we have, because you always manage to fill it up. But this time… I’m not so sure you can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “What makes you say that?” You asked that, but you knew.

“You’ve only finished three pieces… I’m worried how you’ll deliver seven more before we set up.”

“But… it’s four weeks away, I could do ––”

“And it took you four weeks to make what you have... I’m sorry. We couldn’t take that gamble.” 

He took your silence as an opportunity to turn off the work talk and speak, just friend to friend. 

“You know that I trust you and I’d hold that spot if I could. But, I also know what you’re going through right now, and… I don’t know, maybe letting yourself rest would be a good thing?” 

Your heart paused. By, “knowing what you’re going through”, you assumed he didn’t mean the little artist’s block.

“If you’re implying that I can’t do my job because of what happened with Cyrus –”

“I’m not, I’m not....” he backtracked as quickly as he could. “But take another look at the paintings you showed me and tell me if they feel like you.”

Even if he was right, you wanted to fight him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg that you didn’t need that big space; you were willing to downsize and just turn in the three that you had. Even if they got shoved into the corner where hardly anybody bothered to look. You just couldn’t afford to go two months without the income. 

But even with tears beading up, you realized that the gallery couldn’t afford it either. They needed to bring in money and you couldn’t do that for them this time. So they were right to go to someone who can.

“Right,” you sniffled, recollecting yourself so he can’t hear the shakiness in your voice. “I understand. It’s a big risk, like you said… It’s for the better.”

Andre tried to thank you for being understanding and spewed some sort of encouragement. The words flew over your head. You managed to toss in a few ‘mhmm’s and ‘sure’s at the right places to coast you along until the call finally ended. 

As soon as it went dead, you dropped your phone to the side and brought your hands to your face, rubbing them furiously over your cheeks. Your fingertips pressed hard into your eyelids, trying to forcibly reabsorb the tears threatening to spill. 

It almost worked, until you tried to breathe. 

A full sob escaped in that one gulp of air and you succumbed to it. But the loud crunching noise of some pedestrian walking over the falling leaves destroyed your sense of privacy, and you quickly wiped away all signs of your breakdown. The crunching stopped just short of your bench and on instinct you flicked your eyes up to see who the intruder was.

You did a double take. It was him. That fucking asshole.

He was standing there, looking dumber than you could even remember, with his hands in his coat pockets and a curious look on his face as he watched you cry. Tucking your sketchbook under your arm in haste, you made it a point to stand up with as much aggression as possible, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” you barked. “No need to yell at me this time.”

You bristled past him, barely refraining yourself from checking his shoulder as payback. You wanted to believe you were better than him, but it did sound incredibly tempting. He stood there for a moment before turning on his heel and following you.

“Wait,” he groaned.

You didn’t listen, neither stopping nor slowing down.

“I said wait,” he huffed as he caught up to you, popping up at your side and jogging along as you kept going.

“Yeah, because I need to listen to a guy who yells at strangers in bookstores.” 

Now that you’d brought up the elephant in the room, your feet started moving even faster, working double time to get you away from him.

Damn the fact that he had those long legs. He didn’t even break a sweat trying to keep up. He was inescapable.

“Well, if you waited like I asked, you would’ve gotten an apology for the ––”

“Gee, thanks!” you yelled, stopping for only a second to turn to him and give him a mocking bow of your head, hands clasped together like you were praising at his altar. “I was waiting with bated breath for that! Thank you, kind sir, for now my life can go on.”

“Look, I’m actually sorry,” he snapped. Then in realizing the irony, softened his voice, “I’m sorry for being rude. I was having a bad day… not that that’s an excuse.”

You stared at him blankly, just watching his mouth moving quickly and waiting until it finally stopped. 

“Did you need something?” 

“Did you�� did you not hear what I just said?!” 

“No, sorry,” you smiled, voice sweet like sugar. “My ears filter bullshit. Wanna try again?”

He scoffed, looking away like he couldn’t believe you before stepping even closer. “What’s your problem?”

“Me!? The fuck –– what the fuck is your problem?” You turned and stormed off again, seething at his audacity. Spencer just couldn’t relent his annoying tendencies and followed yet again.

“My problem is that I’m trying to be nice, and you’re not letting me!”

You got a good, hard laugh out of that. “Okay, first of all, having to apologize for yelling at me and pushing me isn’t exactly the best starting point for the journey of becoming a nice person.”

“Like I said, I was having a bad day.” 

Under your breath, you muttered, “Well, I hope this one’s even worse.”

“Why are you such a ––” He stopped himself from finishing that thought. Even in his worst mood, he wouldn’t cross that line. 

But he didn’t need to finish it, you knew exactly where he wanted to take it. The soles of your shoes scraped against the loose gravel as you came to a grinding halt, ears ringing.

“A what?” You turned to face him, a sarcastic smile on your face growing wider as he started to shrink more and more. You got up close in his face, daring him to say what he really wanted to. So he could reinforce your belief in exactly the type of person he was. “A what?” 

Spencer pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to say it no matter how much you challenged him. If he wasn’t going to have the balls to say it, you decided to take it upon yourself.

“Tell you what, you keep thinking about it and get back to me the next time you’re in a cunty mood.” 

The word he was thinking of was probably not as bad, but you had a habit of escalating things. Even if you took this one too far, you didn’t care. 

Before you tried to take off again, Spencer’s hand flew to your elbow. He tugged you back, forcing you to turn around and face him. He didn’t know his own strength; without any resistance, you came stumbling into his chest, at risk of falling over if it weren’t for his tight grip on your arm.

It took you a beat to push him away with both your hands on his chest, vocalizing your disgust for being so close to him. 

“Can you stop trying to disagree with me for a second? I’m trying to tell you that you’re right, I was being a… well, you know…” He avoided the word. Apparently ‘cunt’ was where he drew the line. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.” 

Your nostrils were still flared and blood hot as ever, but he made you pause. He looked sincere, if not a little tinged with guilt as well. You were suspicious of it.

“You saw me crying and felt bad, didn’t you?”

He laughed darkly. “Well, I saw you, yes. Did I feel bad? No.” 

“Oh, my God,” you growled, berating yourself for getting close to believing he might be capable of decency. 

“I’m joking! I’m joking.” He squeezed your elbow twice in earnest. “I did feel bad, but that’s not why I wanted to say it.”

“Okay.” You weren’t ready to give him a real smile, so you flattened your lips into a thin line and nodded once slowly, and left it at that. 

You still weren’t a fan, but the apology did dampen some of the resentment. Maybe he wasn’t the worst person alive. You’d settle for saying top ten most annoying, instead.

Minutes later, you came to the startling realization that he was still on the path, just two paces behind you. You flinched when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, not expecting him to still be here. 

“Uhm. Where are you… why are you still following me?” 

“I’m not. My car’s that way,” he gestured to the parking lot at the end of the long walkway. “I forgot my loaf for the ducks.” He didn’t mean to offer that information up, it just slipped out. He could practically see your smug expression coming before it even got there.

“You’re not supposed to feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t care to explain this to you, but he couldn’t have you thinking he was any less competent than he really was. “It’s a special bread made from water and seeds that were ground into flour. It’s duck-safe.” 

“They make duck-safe bread?” Now that was something you’d never heard before. 

“No… I make duck-safe bread,” he said softly under his breath. 

You didn’t know how else you were supposed to react to that besides laughing wildly. 

“You make it?” He nodded like you were the crazy one here. As if he wasn’t the one spending his spare time grinding up seeds and baking loaves of bread for ducks, donning a frilly pink apron and oven mitts as he did so. At least that’s how you imagined it. “Why not just feed them the seeds?”

“Because, loose seeds will sink in the water and can potentially clog waterbeds and cause foreign bacteria growth in the pond.” 

“So you… hand-make the seeds into a little loaf of bread so it doesn't do that?”

He confirmed. You pondered silently for a moment, then absolutely had to ask, “You ever eaten the duck bread before?”

Spencer was caught off guard by that question. His cheeks deepened to a rosy color.

“Yeah, well, it was the house so…” he laughed nervously and stared at his sneakers. “It’s actually not too bad.”

You weren’t entirely surprised by that. You remembered what his grocery basket looked like, and given those same options, you probably would’ve tried the duck bread too. Still, you cracked the smallest of grins at knowing he makes bread for ducks. The one, sole redeeming fact you’ve learned about Spencer. 

You reached your car first, and Spencer stopped in front of it with you. 

“I’m actually sorry, you know,” he whispered once more, hand resting at the top of your car door as you opened it. He wasn’t talking about the incident at the bookstore.

“Yeah…” For a while you were so busy being angry at Spencer that you forgot about your own problems. 

He noticed your nose was still red around the edges, eyes still a little bleary. “Are you okay, by the way?” His voice was too soft, too genuine.

You shook your head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head again. And then you had an awful thought.

You knew he was just offering to help just to say it, because that’s how people react when you say you’re not okay even if they don’t care. But there actually was something he could do for you… Something that Penelope could do.

“Uh, no but…” you fixed your hair and tucked it behind your ear, seamlessly switching to a flirtier voice. “If you still feel bad about the other day, you’re welcome to make it up to me.”

Spencer cocked his head to the side, unsure of how he could do that. 

“Hang out with me sometime.”

“H-hang out?” You could tell that it flustered him, even if he tried to play it off. He swallowed thickly, nose twitching and brows scrunched together.

“Relax, I really do just mean hang out.” You were lying through your teeth. He didn’t need to know that. 

As if he didn’t want to think about it for a second longer and just get out of this conversation as quickly as possible, he agreed without thinking it through. He didn’t even ask why an almost complete stranger would want to hang out with him. 

You stuck your hand out, expecting him to hand over his cell so you could put your contact into it. He rocked on the balls of his feet, watching as you input your contact and sent yourself a text on his phone.

“Hi, this is…” you read out your message as you typed, pausing at just the right place. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh-uh, I’m Spencer.” 

A devilish grin took over your face, hidden from his view while you were looking down at the screen. He was going to be easy to fool.

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[restlesswasteland]

Miserables Month Day 3: "Language"

Written for the Miserables Month @themiserablesmonth It was scary, really. Watching the three of them. Combeferre flipping through pages, reading aloud while Courfeyrac buzzed around behind them, fielding questions and explaining fine details. Both occasionally glancing to the third.

Enjolras sat in the middle of it all. He would throw out a glare, pairing it with crossed arms or the tuck of a lock behind his ear. Sometimes he would worry the inside of his cheek, or sigh heavily.

But he never said a word. And still, they worked seamlessly. The meeting went on as anticipated. As if nothing had changed. Maybe, to them, it hadn’t.

--- !!!!!!!!!!! was all the text said.

Courf rolled onto his back, holding his phone above his face to respond.

Yes hello?

Enjolras replied within seconds.

Don’t text me from one room over. Stop being lazy and come here.

You texted first?!

Courf rolled his eyes, but got to his feet all the same. He padded across the hall to Enjolras’s room, not bothering to knock on the door. He was surprised to find Enjolras still in bed, flannel pajama bottoms and all.

“It’s 10am on a Saturday. I should still be sleeping and you should be doing whatever anal-retentive people do at 10am on a Saturday. Can I help you?” Courfeyrac huffed.

Enjolras just glared at him.

“Damn, you’re grumpy in the morning.”

Enjolras held his phone up in response, shaking it to emphasize whatever point he was trying to make.

Courf looked down at his phone, a text from Enjolras that had apparently been sent in the 5 seconds it took for him to walk across the hall.

“Seriously?” He grumbled, unlocking his phone.

I lost my voice.

Courf looked up. Enjolras kept glaring. Courf had to bite back a smile.

“For real?”

Enjolras somehow managed to glare harder. Courf took that as an affirmative.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He doubled over laughing.

“I can’t- Oh my god,” he said, trying to pull himself back together. Enjolras looked like he was trying to set Courf on fire with his mind.

“I’m sorry, it’s not funny, it’s not,” he continued, wiping a tear from his eye. “It’s just. You. Of all people. Oh my god, how are you going to survive?”

Enjolras crossed his arms.

“Okay, okay, sorry. It’s out of my system.” Courf crossed the distance to the bed and flopped down next to Enjolras. “Have you ever lost it before?”

Enjolras just looked away, staring at the wall across the room. Definitely a no.

“You’ve been feeling like shit lately, it’s probably laryngitis or something. It’ll come back in a few days.”

Enjolras turned to look down at Courf, who had taken up residency on his pillow.

“Yeah, I know.” Courf answered Enjolras’s silence. “You’ll be fine.”

“Courf, you’re never up this early,” Combeferre stood in the doorway. The boys on the bed both turned to look at him.

“It’s his fault,” Courf answered, elbowing Enjolras in the ribs. He received another glare for his troubles.

“What’s wrong?” Combeferre directed at Enjolras. Leave it to him to know with only a glance. “Are you feeling worse?”

“He lost his voice,” Courf said, biting his lip. He was determined not to fall into another fit of laughter.

“Probably laryngitis.”

“Told you so,” Courf told an increasingly irritated Enjolras.

“It’ll clear up in a few days. You’ll be fine,” Ferre said as he crossed to perch on the far side of the bed.

“Told you that too,” Courf offered with a half-smile.

Enjolras sat up and placed a hand on Combeferre’s shoulder. The two looked at each other for a moment.

“We’ll still have the meeting tonight. You can bring a notebook, and you’ll have your phone. Courfeyrac and I will run it.” Combeferre laid down on Enjolras’s other side, settling into the pillows before taking his phone out to a compose a group text.

“We can survive one night without a rousing speech, I’m sure,” Courf added. He received a well-placed kick to his shin for that.

“It’s going to be a fun couple of days,” Courf said, wincing.

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The meeting ran as smoothly as ever.

Enjolras never picked up his notebook during the two hours. He announced something via group text three times. Both Combeferre and Courfeyrac translated smoothly. Every gesture, each unique glance and glare. And apparently, they were correct. It was otherworldly.

The others used to like to joke that three of them read each other’s minds. Suddenly, it didn’t feel very funny anymore.

[girl-in-the-tower]

Silver and Cass 1, 3, 4, 9, 10, 21

Thank you for the ask!!

1. What was their first impression of each other?

It wasn’t a very good one, to be honest. Silver initially thought she was a strange and odd girl who was too meek and indecisive and found it difficult to really get a grasp on her behaviour. Though past that initial meeting he became much fonder of her than he expected when he realized that she is harmless and admires his liege as well. He began to be less wary around her, treating her more like a friend, feeling grateful for the care and attention she shows to him and the rest of the Diasomnia group.

Cass’ first impression of Silver wasn’t too positive either. He had surprised her while in the middle of practicing her speech to finally introduce herself to Malleus, and his stern and serious expression really scared her. She kept her distance for a while until she found him asleep on the school grounds, and worried he might catch a cold laid her cardigan over his chest while waiting for him to wake up. Afterward, she realized she was actually quite nice and pleasant and wasn’t scared or intimidated by him any longer.    

3. Describe their relationship dynamic.

I want to say that it’s quite ‘Lady and her Knight’, mostly due to Cass’ soft, gentle aesthetic and Silver’s training as a guard. They’re very soft with each other and encouraging of the other’s progress, always trying to make sure they’re doing well and taking care of themselves. It’s quiet, subtle, but very significant moments that make up their relationship for the most part. The realization that they can be with each other, in perfect harmony without really having to actually tell one another what they need or want since the other can pretty much tell beforehand just what exactly that is. 

Silver tends to be the more protective one, mostly due to how he was raised and trained to be a guard. It’s something that comes naturally to him. Whenever Cass is on campus he’ll do his best to accompany her and make sure she’s alright, even though she doesn’t really need to be showered with so much care. He does admit that it’s because he partially enjoys her company, and being with her is a nice experience, rather than just acting like a knight in shining armour. 

Cass tends to take a more maternal, caretaker role in the relationship. She worries about Silver quite a bit, especially regarding his narcolepsy, so she makes sure to always bring a blanket with her when she visits Night Raven or some coffee to help keep him awake. She always speaks very highly of him and seems very taken with his courteous behaviour even before they started dating, causing her grandmother to tease her about the obvious feelings she might have for the boy.

4. What was their relationship like before they got together?

Lilia often liked to say that they were like a lady and a knight in a courtly romance since they always sought each other out subconsciously during school campus visits. It wasn’t odd to see them sitting together under a tree talking, or walking the school campus during ‘patrol’ times, or even Silver teaching Cass how to swordfight so she can gain some self-confidence. Though they claimed there was nothing romantic going on between them, the moments they spend together were always oddly intimate to everybody who observed them.

Silver was surprisingly protective of her, despite being younger, mostly because Cass’ meekness troubled him quite a bit. There was nothing specifically for him to be worried about since she was in no immediate danger, but he still deemed it for the best that he would look after her while they were together. That mostly meant he would try to keep Azul and the twins away from her, scold Sebek whenever his shouting made Cass uncomfortable and encourage her to try and talk to Malleus since she respected him so much.   

Out of everybody, Cass seemed to be most at ease with Silver, acting less flustered around him and stuttering less than she normally would. She was somewhat embarrassed by how much he seemed to fuss over her and tried her best to lessen any burden she might place on him by accident. The fact that she felt so at ease with him meant that she tended to seek him out often, especially because she often felt overwhelmed by the attention she might receive while on campus.

During holidays they would often exchange letters with each other, talking about their lives and what they had been up to lately. They wanted to keep in contact, but because phones don’t work too well in the Valley they decided to pick another way of communicating. Cass would occasionally include some pictures she took during the day and write messages on the back for him, inquiring also about Lilia and the others. They’d both save those letters and keep them safe, treasuring them deeply. 

9. What made them realize they were in love?

It was actually a letter that brought about the revelation! Without realising it, letters had become part of their courting process. They would write to each other often and very amply, having letters that could reach up to five pages and eventually Lilia and Cass’ grandmother ended up commenting on it. They pointed out that they were infatuated with the other since they spend so much time and energy writing their letters, and it sort of clicked though they were reluctant to admit it at first. 

It made their correspondence awkward for a little while too since neither was sure how to breach the subject. So they kept trying to avoid it until it eventually resurfaced during one of their first meetings post-vacation. Talking through it they sort of both realized that their feelings might go beyond mere friendship, but weren’t sure how to approach it. So while they are now aware, it does take a while for them to properly admit it to each other since they’re dense and haven’t picked up on the fact that the other feels the same. 

10. What are their love languages?

For Cass, I would say that it’s Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, and Gifts! She likes to bring all sorts of presents for Silver when she visits, most of them handmade and personal so they’re usually very precious and charming. Silver always accepts them gratefully and then asks Lilia what he should get her in exchange as well. Lilia always suggests weird and unusual things, but Cass loves them regardless due to her own eccentricities. 

For Silver it’s mostly Acts of Service and Quality Time! It doesn’t matter what they are doing as long as they are together, though he gets somewhat frustrated that he always falls asleep so easily and she has to keep him company until he wakes up. It turns out that her presence is so comforting to him that he can’t help but feel relaxed when they’re together. He does make up for it by being a complete gentleman to her and making sure she’s not bothered by people who might want to keep asking her to tell them their future.

21. What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

I would say that the Spring Debutante Ball marks a significant turning point in their relationship. Cass initially wanted to invite Malleus to the ball but was too flustered to even attempt it, so she thought that Silver might be a better choice after all. Except that she never got the chance to ask him since Sebek immediately intervened and asked to be invited instead, for the sake of “protecting their Master”. Flustered and unable to turn him down, he ended up as her date to the ball. Which did not make for an overly pleasant experience as he kept leaving her alone (her RSA date also wandering off since Sebek’s loudness was irritating) and overwhelmed by the crowds and the stress she decided to go outside for some fresh hair.

She ended up staying there for longer than she anticipated, having found some solace in the sound of nature and only realized that when Silver came looking for her. He said that he wasn’t able to spot her at all inside and he was worried about her, which made Cass flustered and start apologizing. She didn’t mean to cause him problems. Though inside she was also gladded at the idea that he came looking for her like this, which made her try to attempt to hide her flushed face from him. She didn’t want to be somebody that causes him problems, but rather someone who can stand at his side no matter what and support him. 

It’s the site of their first real “kiss” with Silver taking her by the hand and placing a kiss there like a knight would for a lady. It makes her speechless since it was something that she dreamed of since she was young - having grown up on fairy and romance tales her grandmother would read to her - but never thought she would experience in real life. The dance that followed after only added to the impression and it’s the one memory that Cass holds dear above all, even after they start dating. 

[forestfanders]

Birds of a feather

A long list of injuries on the page, and a longer list of potential responses to their trauma. Working out how to treat the pair of tiny humanoid avians was going to be a challenge, but it is one Logan is determined to meet.

whump, hurt/comfort and dehumanisation <3 wingfic

tw: animal abuse, mention of burns and neglect

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Virgil had been scared when they had put him on a metal table. 

The room outside the carrier box was so different from the clutter of the house where he had lived, where there were always piles of clothes to hide in and crisp packets to steal from. Here was sterile white, the smell of cleaning chemicals and other animals strong in his nose, and there were people, people above him with nowhere to hide. 

They had picked him up carefully, muttering reassurances as hands almost as big as his entire body enveloped him, pinning his wings and arms to his body in a secure grip. At least they didn’t touch his chest, still unbearably painful from the collection of burns blistering there.

There was a sharp pain in his leg and the world went fuzzy round the edges. He closed his eyes briefly to lessen the weight of sleep that was bearing down upon him, and next thing he knew he had woken up alone and in a cage.

He was clean.

He smelled like chemicals, which he hated, but for the first time in a long time, he was actually clean. Not only that, but someone had wrapped his burns in clean white bandages.

It was warm, and he was surprisingly comfortable, lying on his side, his wings carefully tucked behind him, a woven blanket soft against his cheek. He almost considered letting the fuzz in his head drag him back down into sleep.

No. He shook it off. He had to check out his surroundings, had to find… oh shit where was Roman? He hadn't seen his compatriot since they had both been bundled into their respective boxes in the house. He wanted him, wanted the plucky sod to watch his back, so they could creep and survive together as they had for so long. 

It took a couple of tries to roll to his feet, and his head pounded in protest. He stumbled sideways, only to fall over again against some cool ceramic. A bowl of water. He stuck his face in, the cool liquid helping to wash the cotton wool out of his head. He noted with some small alarm that his wings had been bound to his back, preventing any attempts at flight. It didn’t change much, as he hadn't had the energy to fly, but it concerned him why anyone would want to take his flight from him.

They want to punish you. Your owners got sick of you being bad and have sent you here. You will never see Roman again. They took Roman away.

Somewhere in the room, a cat started its whining mewls in response to the clack of footsteps in the hall outside. Then of the door swinging open and the sounds of two humans moving into the room. Virgil looked around wildly.

There was nowhere to hide.

Still, he scrambled into the corner furthest away from the cage door, and scrunched himself down. Maybe if they could see he was sorry they might leave him alone.

The humans approached the cage.

“Hey baby, you're awake quickly!” a human smiled gently at him, “ I betcha feeling pretty out of it though?”  

Virgil stared at him blankly.

“Try not to overload him Remy.” The other human had a little ball of reddish feathers and bandages tucked into his arms. Roman. Virgil felt sick.

Remy fiddled with the lock on the door, and the bars swung open. Virgil started to shake.

“I am just going to put your little friend in here with you. No need to be afraid.” the bespeckled human gently laid the other avian down on the blanket, before retreating and closing the door. The lock clicked, and Virgil felt some of the tightness in his chest lighten. Concern won over caution, and, watching the humans carefully, he tottered forwards to his companion, and clumsily patted his face. Roman did not even stir.

“We gave him some…” “sleepy juice,” Remy supplied, “...some sleepy juice to take away the pain for a while,” the human explained, “he won’t wake up for some time, but you are both safe here. You should get some rest too.” He watched Virgil, seemingly watching for a response. But Virgil couldn’t speak: his throat closed up at even the notion of making a single sound near humans. 

He folded his legs beneath himself, and started to smooth some of his sleeping friend’s feathers.

“He seems well enough, and shows no aggression towards the other avian,” the bespeckled human spoke softly to his colleague, before turning back to Virgil, “We will be back to check on you in a couple of hours. Rest. You are safe here.” 

And with that they left.

He was tired. Maybe he should rest. He had got permission to sleep here, so perhaps no one had to keep watch for now? His head pounded still. It was safe to rest his eyes right?

He was asleep again within minutes.

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Name: PRINCEY AND ANXIETY

Species: HUMANOID AVIAN

Colour: RED/BROWN (Princey), BLACK/GREY (Anxiety)

Circumstance: CONFISCATED FROM OWNERS, OWNERS INCARCERATED

Notes: brought in by law enforcement after a property search lead to their owners arrest for possession of class A drugs. Both have been clearly neglected for some time (underweight and signs of physical abuse) and both display a high degree of fear towards humans, but are not aggressive.

According to their previous owners, they were illegally purchased approximately 5 years ago as pets for children, but their ‘bad behaviour’ made them undesirable as ‘toys.’ This is a common fate for their species. 

Princey is capable of speech, but ‘has not spoken in some time’ and Anxiety has not been heard to speak.

Injuries: CIGARETTE BURNS TO CHEST AND WINGS varying degrees of healing suggest injuries gained over time, MALNUTRITION, CUT REQUIRING STITCHES (Princey only) gained evading capture immediately prior to admittance at clinic. OBSERVE FURTHER FOR VITAMIN DEFICIENCY AND BEHAVIOURAL PROBLEMS.

Treatment plan:

Logan blinked in surprise as emotion choked in his throat. Upon identifying the feeling, he found it to be rage. 

Of course animals do not act like toys. Of course something as intelligent as avian humanoids would need substantial enrichment to maintain a healthy mental state.

Treatment plan. 

He could treat the physical wounds just fine. It was the psychological that would be the problem: those wounds could only heal with a substantial amount of love and patience. The rescue center, with its bustle of people and animals coming and going was certainly no place for sensitive and traumatised individuals to be making a recovery. But finding owners with enough experience to properly care for avian humanoids would be hard, and with the added issues of trauma… No. The future of this pair would be a cage in a quiet corner, slipping further away from the chance to socialise with anyone other than each other. 

There was a knock at the vet’s office door.

“Lunchtime Logan!...what’s up? You look upset.”

Logan cursed Patton's ability to read his emotions in a way that no one else was able to, even though it was exactly that that made him the perfect in his role as public outreach and animal therapy liaison.

“Patton. It is uncommon to see you on the vet’s side of the center. Do you not have a community care group in today?”

Patton smiled,

“They left at 12. Anyway you are avoiding my question!” he put his hands on his hips, “You do realise it is nearly 1?! "

"Right. I was just finishing up this report.” Logan kept his voice smooth. Patton looked over his shoulder.

“Princey and Anxiety? Who the hell calls their pet Anxiety?”

“I think it is less of a name and more of a… common moniker.” Logan covered the rest of the page with an arm, “You don’t want to read this Pat.”

“That bad huh?" 

Logan ran a hand through his hair. Patton had a big heart, one that sought to fill everyone who left their doors with a little bit more joy than they came in with, be they animal or human.

“I can sit with them till you're done if you want someone to socialise them.”

“I don’t think they would appreciate that.” Logan's voice was soft, and Patton cast his eyes downwards, “and besides, they are injured and need to rest.”

“Alright. You finish your report, then we'll go get lunch.” Patton gave him a little smile, and sat in the spare chair, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Logan wrote up the basics of a physical care plan, stalling on the long term therapeutic suggestions. After a few minutes Patton spoke up again.

“It says here that avian humanoids are generally as intelligent as a 5-7 year old child.”

“Depends what skill you are measuring. But yes, they have complex verbal language abilities, social dynamics, and reasonably good problem solving skills. And as a result, they need quite substantial enrichment.”

Patton looked at him incredulously.

“Why are they even sold as pets if their needs are so complex?”

Logan pursed his lips in disapproval.

“They are status symbols, and can be well trained. Advocates of their continued sale believe that the licensing laws around them prevent their abuse. Whether or not that is the case, these individuals were illegally imported, and have no prior papertrail.” Logan fiddled with his watch strap. “As with most neglected social animals, these two are likely to have significant behavioural problems that will deter potential adopters, preventing them from ever truly meeting their social needs…I am...truly unsure as to what the best way forward is for their long term emotional care.”

Patton laid a gentle hand on the desk, not quite touching Logan.

“That sounds really difficult to deal with. Maybe you can tell me more about them over lunch, and we can work something out. I do work in therapy after all.”  he gave a smile, “Between the two of us, I am sure we can give them a future.” 

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please leave comments!  I crave validation XD I am planning a couple more chapters of this

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[otterloreart]

good news everyone! I’m making serious progress on... a comic! yay! sorta!

Since I’ve been posting more about my process and art here is a little process post!

Panel 1: final background + frog princess (speech bubble: Giddafuck out my swamp)

Panel 2: marker drawing with color correction

Panel 3: Marker with lineart added

Panel 4: White fog has been added for fog effect

Panel 5: more shadows on the stones, plants, building, reflection in the water, and light has been added, but before more color correction was done

Panel 6: a “bright” alternative color version (eg less moody lighting)

So... if everyone doesn’t know, I really struggle with making comics in particular and more detailed pieces of art as well. I simply find it very difficult to come back to a project I have “started” in some way, I basically give up or have to really push myself and that takes a long time and is not very fun for me, so I tend to drop comic projects fairly quickly. There’s also the fact I find digital painting, particularly for backgrounds, really difficult and not fun.

That’s one of the reasons my first comic project, Hand of Crystalline, looked like this:

It’s backgrounds were a (kind of sloppy) mix of gouache and watercolor! I really love those mediums but they can be a pain in  the ass in terms of drying times which does not make for a smooth drawing process. Like I said, my ability to concentrate on a whole project at a time is kind of nonexistent! So! Waiting for watercolor to dry made this much more difficult to do all at once.

From what I see on the internet, most comic artists go like this: Script -> thumbnails -> layout/ full sketches -> lineart -> color -> text/bubbles and, besides doing the backgrounds separately, thats what I /tried/ with Crystalline. Which is probably why both times I tried to start it, it took so long to complete each page. When starting a project I can basically do Step 1, Step 2, Step 3 as long as they’re all at the same time, but if I start Step 1, I have a lot of trouble motivating myself to go back to Step 2, essentially.

So! To solve my two main problems (backgrounds and Motivation) I’m doing things a little differently this time around. I have already done thumbnailing, script, and laid out panels, and I’m going to try and just fill them in step by step so I don’t struggle so much motivating myself. That way, one panel can be complete and I can move on to the next one, etc, and even if im not totally satisfied with it I don’t have to look at it 300 times while coloring!

And I’m drawing in marker!

I’m not like super good in marker! (And I’m still shit at perspective lol) heres my first draft of that drawing which i way overdid

which i managed to make like... half better digitally but still ended up redrawing

but I’ll be learning, trying to improve. If you’re wondering why i dont just *try to improve* at digital painting I just... don’t find it that fun, its a completely different way of drawing and I simply don’t like it very much! Maybe someday I can but right now i dont have a super amount of time to practice drawing 24/7 *before* starting a comic and I’ll be way happier with the comic if I’m trying in a medium I actually enjoy.

Finally, the actual post above: is not quite the finished picture but a preview of a background from the first section of the comic. more to come soon!

[writtingthing]

Crossing The Great Sea Chapter 3 (Linked Universe)

Word count ; 2363

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

 Far away , Wind could see the Mother and Child Isles. The boat was moving slowly, Wind wanted to use the wind waker to help them move faster, but the other agreed to let the wind do it’s own thing. The others wanted to learn as much as they can about the World crossing pirates. No, not pirates. Travelers. That’s really all they were. Most didn’t even know how to fight. Ren in particular enjoyed to watch the Heroes spar.

“How much longer do I have?” Four was behind Wind, making the youngest slightly jump.

“Um, I’m not sure. A couples days for sure. We’re almost out of the Great Sea though.” Wind noticed the smallest hero had a different book than the day before. “Find anything interesting?”

“Not really, only one book is weird.” Four held up the leather bound book.

“What does it say?” Curiosity was winning today in Wind’s mind.

Four handed it to Wind, the latter looked at the one page with text, “This kinda sounds like what happened to me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Tetra was turned to stone. When I found her I learned Lineneck had... ran away when his old crew was captured. Later Bellum attached himself to Linebeck and I had to fight him. But I don’t think anything had to do with memories.” Wind trailed off, “Amila mentioned something about Linebeck helping them, she said she doesn’t remember….”

“Do you think it's coincidence?” Four was looking over the written words with a new light.

“Maybe.. did you ask Jacalyn?” Wind knew he shouldn’t pry, it wasn’t right. But Linebeck was his friend, he had a right to know, right? If they were forgetting, was it so wrong to try to help them remember?

“She said she doesn’t remember either. I could ask her about Linebeck though.” Four closed the book, having his curiosity renewed.

“What are you two plotting?” Twilight approached them.

Wind and Four smiled innocently, “Nothing.” They spoke in almost unison.

Twilight eyes looked over the two boys, then sighed, “whatever, don’t get in too much trouble though. Wild’s got the food ready. He’s serving the recipe he got from your grandma.” Twilight nodded to Wind.

The three of them joined the others, who were already seated digging into the soup laid out for them. The engaged in small talk, mostly towards the cook. Wind made the passing comment that if Wild practiced enough he may be almost as good as grandma.

The all had a good laugh. Somehow they began talking about masks. After eating Wild showed off his small collections of masks.

“Is that Majora’s Mask?” Qin reached for the mask in question. Is wasn’t a pretty mask. It had all the colors of the rainbow, but scatter on it. Horns were spread along the heart shaped edges. The eyes is what bothered most, the yellow and red seemed to look through people.

“Yeah, I’ve many stories behind it. Heard of it?” Wild nodded to Jacalyn.

“Of course I have. Especially from the mask salesman.” Jacalyn smiled as she held it in her hands, “He had so many stories, it was hard to leave him.”

The others laughed. Amila began to tell about when they meet him, the salesman was a talker for sure. The sun set and Time and Jacalyn took first watch. The night was quiet. Jacalyn keep a single hand on the helm as she scanned the sea.

“Sorry.”

Time turned to Jacalyn, who was still staring out into the sea, “Excuse me?”

“Sorry Fairy boy, I’ve been unfair.”

Time gave her a questioning look, “How so?”

“I haven’t even asked you to say your story yet.” Jacalyn looked at him, more like through him, “Yours seems to be pretty important and told in many different ways, so I might as well hear it from its source.”

“Like you said, it’s been told so many times. I would assume you already have hear it 100 times.” Time could feel himself relax, if only a bit.

“I’ll admit, I have heard yours a whole lot, one of my earliest books is of your journey. But can’t you humor a child?” Jacalyn swayed on her feet as she spoke, a smile spread wide across her face.

“You sure don’t speak or act like a child,” Time remarked, then added, “most of the time anyway.”

Jacalyn laughed. “I am only 16, I’m entitled to act like a child sometimes.”

The two kept up light hearted conversations through the shift. A voice caught their attention. Hyrule was standing there, a tired smile on his face.

“A bit early to change shifts.” Time raised his brow.

“I’m having a bit of trouble sleeping tonight, thought I could make myself useful.”

Time might have argued, but Jacalyn spoke first. “Go get some rest old man, we can handle it.”

Hyrule nodded. Time let out a sigh and walked past Hyrule into the hull. He turned back one last time, “Need me to wake one of the other for you Jacalyn?”

The woman held up her hand, “No need, let those who can sleep, sleep. I’ll be good for a bit longer.”

Time nodded and headed inside, Leaving the two alone.

“Liar.”

Jacalyn eyed the boy, “You can get rid of me after you listen.”

Hyrule had heard the speech earlier. She had come up to him and begun talking. It wasn’t hard to notice Hyrule didn’t fit in with the others. Jacalyn told him that was all in his head, but was it really. Hero of Time, Hero of Warriors, Hero of the Wind, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Four sword, Hero of Legend, Hero of the Wild. Even The Chosen Hero. What was he again? Hero of Hyrule. Just Hyrule. He wasn’t exactly a Hero either.

No matter what the others told him he wouldn’t change his mind, why was she even trying. He wasn’t trying to be rude, Hyrule was just tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. It didn’t help Jacalyn looked exhausted as soon as Time left, as if she was tired of saying it too.

“I don’t really need encouragement, I’m fine. I’ll travel with them, I don’t need to be their equals.” Hyrule told her, he didn’t need to add he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be their equals. Hard to be a humble traveler when everyone in the land knows your name.

Jacalyn growled, “You are-” She cut herself off and took a deep breath. “I know I can’t change your mind.” She admitted.

Hyrule looked at her, surprised.

“But, you can’t change anyone else’s mind either. We all think you belong. Nothing you can do about that.” Jacalyn didn’t talk after that, neither did Hyrule. Both stood in peaceful silence as the night went on.

 “Linebeck? Yeah we ran in with him.” Wind and Four had found Jacalyn in the study writing in a journal of sorts. Both we listening eagerly to what the girl was saying.

“He was an interesting fellow, talked about how he saved the sea.” Jacalyn smiled, lost in her memory, “Now that I think about it, he spoke about you alot,” She nodded towards Wind.

“How long ago was that?” Four asked.

Jacalyn rubbed her neck, “Um, maybe 4 months ago. I’m not sure, my memory is pretty bad.”

Four and Wind sighed, the former begun to think circles in his head. Four should have known this wouldn’t have gone anywhere. Then Wind asked the question Four should have asked way earlier.

“Why is your memory so bad?”

Jacalyn pause, her eyes widened for a moment. Without blinking or looking at them she spoke, almost like a recording, without any emotion or warmth, “It doesn’t matter.”

Four and Wind exchanged glances, Jacalyn shook her head, and spoke with her normal voice, “Some things are better left forgotten. You should probably leave it that way.”

Wind sighed in defeat and walked out, Four gave her a suspicious look, but followed.

There was no way he was leaving it that way. Four wasn’t sure why he was so curious, why he wanted to know so badly. No, not wanted anymore. He needed to know. He wasn’t sure why, but he was sure he needed to know.

 Time wasn’t sure what to think when the two smaller heroes walked out of the study. They seemed normal, going to do something to occupy the time. The only thing that made him worry is the way Jacalyn continued to stare off into space, writing something down without looking. Time walked in, she didn’t seem to notice him until he was next to her. Time only got a glance at what was written, it was an effort to keep his face neutral. Jacalyn shut the book with a loud thud.

“Sorry, I think I’m going to retire early today,” She looked up at him, or rather through him. It looked as if nothing was behind those brown eyes. “Think you can tell the others for me?”

“Sure.”

Time watched as she took the book and walked to her room, the door shutting behind her. He walked out onto the deck and told the others, as he said he would. Time couldn’t focus though, what was written kept gnawing at his mind. He had overheard Four talk to Warriors and Wind about some weird things hidden in her books, but the phrase he read…. she couldn’t have known. He could hear the words spoken to him,

 You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

 The heroes didn’t see Jacalyn for a few days. Amila informed them she was feeling ill, but it wasn’t contagious. Four seemed unconvinced but didn’t voice anything. The crew had gone stiff since Jacalyn got sick. They were more quiet, sent more glances towards Jacalyn’s room and towards Amila.

“Do you know how deep the ocean is?” Sky was next to Wind, looking deep into the sea.

“I’m not too sure, the entire Kingdom of old Hyrule lies beneath it.” Wind could remember traversing through the old castle.

“Wow,” That was all Sky could say. Nothing was really going on. Every was around doing things, but the atmosphere felt empty.

“We passed Star Island the other day, so we’ve left the Great Sea. Who knows how long until we reach another Hyrule.”

“It can vary,” Fellin answered, walking up to the young heroes.

“Sometimes it can take a day or two, other times it has taken weeks.” Fellin sent another glance towards Jacalyn’s room.

Sky frowned, then shouted to Amlia, “You sure you don’t need any help with Jacalyn?”

Amila smiled, “She’s fine, we’ve dealt with this before.”

Sky heard her grumble a bit more, but she continued on with a smile. It was clear Amila was in charge when Jacalyn was away.

 Legend was walking to the study, after hearing one his own stories was written down. As he passed by Jacalyn’s room he heard voice. Curiosity won out over human decency as he stood and tried to listen.

“You promised.” That was Amila.

“I did.” Jacalyn’s voice was soft, as if it hadn’t been used in days.

“The others have been worried.”

There was a laugh on the other side, “Why wouldn’t they be? It’s been awhile since something like this has happened.”

“They would be happy to see you’re ok.”

“.... Soon. I’d like to think a bit longer to think.”

Legend heard something shuffle.Taking that as his cue to tune out he walked to the study. Four was sitting there, looking at the same book.

“What’d you hear?”

“Excuse me?”

Something was different about the smallest hero. Maybe Four didn’t do well with confined spaces. Maybe he read a story about bad stuff happening on a ship. Whatever it was, Legend did not appreciate how he was acting. And the others though he was bad.

“I saw you listening to Jacalyn’s door, I’m asking what you heard.” Four was looking him in the eyes.

Legend wanted to argue, but gave in. The sooner Four was done being nosey, the sooner he’d be back to normal.

 When Jacalyn exited her room, her crew bombarded her with questions. She waved them all off with a shrug and a smile. Wind was surprised when she didn’t look at him or Four with any negative emotion. She looked at none of the Heroes differently than she did a few days before.Time was conflicted, wanting to ask about the phrase she had written, but he held back. Later. they could deal with that later, or maybe never.

 Something was wrong. Four had known it since he set foot on the ship. This weird feeling of… well he didn’t know. He was curious, who wouldn’t be? But Four could usually respect people’s secrets. Why couldn’t he do it now? He had snapped at Sky. It was over something small and Sky forgave him, but still. This wasn’t right. The others noticed too, Legend would soon confront him, Four knew it. So he’d fix it before then.

Four approached Jacalyn while she was in the study, alone.

She smiled at him, as if nothing happened, “Heya Four, need a new book?”

“No, I need answers.” No need to beat around the bush anymore.

Jacalyn sighed, “You don’t. Like I said, somethings are-”

“No.”

Jacalyn paused. Then took a breath. “It’s not worth it.”

“What do you mean.”

“The knowledge you want, it’s not worth it,” Jacalyn’s voice dropped, “So drop it.”

Four wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t do that. He knew something was up. Jacalyn knew too.

“Four.” Jacalyn called for him.

It has something to do with her memory, her boat. Her.

“Four!” Her voice was louder, more annoyed.

The final pieces were in front of him, why couldn’t he put them together.

“FOUR!” She was yelling, angry.

Something snapped.

Four felt the ground meet his head.

His mind was not working.

He couldn’t think.

The last thing he could hear was Jacalyn’s voice.

It was not filled with anger or annoyance.

The only emotions he could hear was worry and fear.

“FOUR!”

And with that, Four was no longer there.

[idevon]

Happy New Year, Shad!!!

How NOT to date your soulmate (a 6 step instruction manual) - by Lance McClain

1. Refuse to acknowledge their soulmark when you recognise it

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s this one. Doesn’t look that bad from here.” Lance took in the door before him with a sceptical expression. “I hope it’s not a giant wreck on the inside. I heard these rooms can be a real terror sometimes.”

He turns to Hunk, who is examining the practically useless map, printed on low ink with entire hallways missing.

“I think I’m not far off.” Hunk squinted at the map. Turning it upside down, he quirked his head to one side. “Either that or I’m really far off.”

Lance let go of his suitcase and leaned dramatically against the wall. Grabbing the handle for balance, he swung one leg behind him.

“They may take you away from me,” his grandiose tone rang out in the empty hall and he closed his eyes, balling his hand into a fist for added effect. “but they can never extinguish the flames of our love that blossoms as bea-”

“He’s just across the hall, drama queen.”

Lance froze mid-speech to look at the intruding stranger. His initial startling thought vanished as he took in the offending creature leaning in to look at Hunk’s map. The dark-clad boy pointed at something on the paper, drawing Lance’s eyes from his horrendous outfit to the arguably worse fingerless gloves.

“That’s not a D, it’s half of a B, so this right here is your door. Right across from your friend… And me.” He seemed to be looking everywhere but Lance, while Lance found his eyes glued to the boy, taking in every detail from the slightly outdated hairdo to the impossibly purple eyes.

"Thanks, man.” Hunk nodded, and folded up the map. “I would’ve gone in circles without you. I’m Hunk, by the way, and this is Lance. Freshmen, aerospace engineering.”

The boy shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging it off.

“No problem, man.” He finally turned to the uncharacteristically quiet Lance. “I’m Keith, first year pilot. I guess I’m your s- roommate.” He quickly straightened to cover for his slip up, but lucky for him, neither of his new neighbours seemed to notice.

Lance arranged his limbs into a normal position slowly, unlike his brain which panicked at an honestly impressive speed.

His voice was almost a squeak as he forced out:

“Yeah. Roommates. Greaaaat.”

/…/

2. Make them your rival - soulmates dig rivals

“No, I have the harder classes, okay? Aaand my professors are total jerks! You should see this Iversen dude. Total. Jerkface.” The tip of Lance’s pencil snapped as he ran it into his notebook as if it were Iverson himself.

Keith glanced at his lanky roommate, spread across the bed with his homework all around. He’s tossed him a sharpener with a scoff.

“I’m in Iverson’s class too, you dimwit. We sit together.” He noticed Lance making a face at the insult. “And I didn’t say my classes are harder, I said you can’t compare apples and oranges. I’ve got a lot more practical classes as a pilot.”

He frowned at his own papers, not mentioning that when it came to theory, Lance did have a better understanding.

“Aha!” Lance pointed the sharpened pencil at Keith. “So you’re saying I wouldn’t be as good of a pilot as you are, huh, hotshot?”

Keith took a steading breath, trying to get back to his assigned work for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day.

“No.” He started slowly, but he was never a patient person. “What I’m saying is maybe you’d catch up if you shut up and actually worked!”

He stared Lance down, the flare of anger starting to make place for the thought that maybe he overdid it this time.

Until Lance shucked the sharpener straight at his head, jumped off the bed and tore down the hall.

Keith sat immobile for a second before bolting straight after the fading screams.

“Worth iiiiit!”

/…/

3. Unwittingly pull them into your group of friends (but pretend it didn’t happen)

“Why don’t you get Keith to help you out with that, dude? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

That much was evident even to Lance, as Hunk’s eyes stayed glued to the machine on his desk.

“What? Na-uh, this isn’t something Keith would understand.” Lance made himself at home in Hunk’s bed. “I need a real friend to help me out, not make fun of me.“

Hunk paused his work and turned around in his swivel chair to give his friend a disapproving look.

“Keith wouldn’t make fun of you, Lance. He’s not like that, he’s just a bit-” he wiggled his fingers in the air for emphasis “-emotionally constipated sometimes. But he’s your friend. And all of ours now as well. He cares about you.”

Lance rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “As if. Keith ‘Lone wolf’ Kogane.”

Hunk shook his head lightly, getting back to his work.

“Not for a while now, Lance. And mostly thanks to you.” He leaned in to closer examine a couple of wires, thinking out loud. “I guess soulmates do bring out the best in each other.” He smiled at the blinking lights in front of him.

Lance shot up on the bed, eyes wide.

“What? What do you mean soulmate?”

“Lance.” Hunk shot him a look. “I was there when you two met. I heard the damn line you’ve been nagging on about 4 years. ‘He’s just across the hall, drama queen.’ It was almost as exciting as when I met Shay.

Lance folded his shoulders in, sagging against the wall.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t catch that. Keith sure as hell didn’t seem to.” He rolled up the hem of his jeans and rubbed at the inked words on his ankle. He pursed his lips into a pout. “Why him?”

They let the silence stretch for a while before Hunk said: “You two are good for each other. Just give it some time.” He reached over and squeezed Lance’s shoulder.

Sensing his friend needed some time to think and a distraction, he let his lips turn into a grin. “Wanna see what I’m working on for Shay?”

Lance felt the corners of his mouth quirking up as well, picking up on Hunk’s enthusiasm. “What?”

“It’s a communication device. I made a pair. The LEDs blink a message in Morse code from me to her, or otherwise.”

“Hunk it’s the 21st century… Just text!”

/…/

4. Always be there for them (but tell yourself you’re not best friends)

Lance was telling himself that he didn’t miss Keith while back home for Christmas and that speeding up his pace as he neared the room was most definitely just a coincidence. Still, he couldn’t fight the grin as he practically knocked down the door to get in.

“Keith! My man!” His smile faltered as he took the sight of his roommate in.

“Keith?” He approached more cautiously. “Everything okay, man?”

Keith’s clipped “Yea” and the tension in his shoulders were far from reassuring.

“Are you alright? Did something happen?” Lance closed in on Keith trying to catch his gaze, was trained firmly on his fidgeting hands.

“Nope.” Another brief response.

“Did someone get hurt? Is Shiro okay?”

Lance sat down next to Keith, abandoning his bags in the middle of the floor.

Keith let out a loud breath, closing his eyes for a second.  

“Yeah, he’s great. Better than ever actually.”

Lance waited patiently, thinking it better not to push more.

“He brought back his soulmate.” Keith’s eyes fluttered briefly to Lance, who kept his face carefully neutral.

“She’s perfect in every way. Perfect for him.” His voice broke.

Another brief stretch of silence later, he finished.

“And she hates me.”

/…/

5. Scream about your feelings, then make out - 100% success rate

“So why didn’t you say something if you knew?!”

Lance knew Keith long enough to recognise the hurt behind his loud words, but his own pain stopped him from calming down. Instead, it only fuelled anger in response, and he let his own voice rise in volume.

“Why didn’t you?! There’s two soulmates in a pair, if I recall properly!” He got in Keith face.

Keith faltered for a second.

“Well, I-”. He backed down a bit of red stain in his cheeks. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, okay? I’m not the best at feelings, if you haven’t noticed.” He crossed his arms over his chest and awkwardly shrugged. “You remember how long it took me to talk to Allura and sort everything out.” He looked to the side almost mumbling. “And that was mostly thanks to you…”

“Keith…”

Lance closed the distance once again, with different intent this time. He appeared to change his mind inches away from Keith’s face and instead spoke again, but maintained the closeness.

“I’m sorry. I should have said something. I knew it right away. I was just scared. Because you never said anything, I thought you didn’t like having me as your soulmate.”

Keith went completely red, but nonetheless, staring at Lance with determination, he said,

“I’d be an idiot not to want you.”

/…/

A nagging thought had pulled Lance out of bed earlier than usual, and morning light found him scribbling away in his diary with a soft smile glued to his face. He felt warm with the realization that his life had become even better than his dreams. As he laid out the words on the page, he recounted the memories.

As he wrote out number 6, he heard stirring behind him.

“Lance…” Keith pried apart his eyelids. “Come back to bed, I’m freezing.”

Lance smiled, dotting his last words and closing the diary.

“Coming, babe.”

6. Don’t. Ever. Let him go.

                              I had so much fun writing this for @voltron-ss, I hope you enjoy it just as much, @shadowqueen24! Happy New Year!

[awhilesince]

Friday, 27 February 1835

6 55/..

12 10/..

no kiss rainy windy morning – reading Sir Robert Peel’s capital speech – Fahrenheit 41° at 8 3/4 a.m. breakfast at 9 and staid downstairs with A– (Ann) (till 11) on her receipt soon after nine from Washington’s young man (surveyor) of his valuation and proposed manner of the division of the joint property – talked it over – told her how to make out a clear summary on one sheet so as shew at a glance the relative value and contents of every farm etc and wrote her copy of note to Mr Wilkinson about Mr W– (William) Priestleys ordering the Sunday school boys to stay at home from church on account of typhus fever at Priestley Green – 

Had Joseph Mann with Farrer’s bill paid for the rails I had of him – then Holt came and he and I and John and Joseph and Charles Howarth (at 11 1/4) went to Mytholm mill to see the engine pit – with a view to loose the coal there – a stream of water comes off the coal there = 1/2 the average annual quantity of water in the Red brook, at any rate = double the water from the Spiggs colliery falling into the Red brook under Well royde house and estimated at 1/4 of the annual average of the Redbrook water – Charles Howarth sight – no chance of loosing the coal at Mytholm – gave up the thought – all went to look at Mytholm damstones above the Stag’s head, and thence along Lower brea wood (Mr George R– (Robinson) who shewed us the engine pit and wheel and Thomas Pearson who happened to join us there followed us as far as Tilley-holme stile and where to put the dam in James Smith’s Ing – water wheel should be 12 feet – calculate to take up a breadth of ground to work in equal to the breadth of the rim of the wheel (not named) + 1 yard on each side – suppose the dam to be 20 yards square – the stuff of the drift from the wheel to the dam to be laid up about the wheel towards Tilley holme – the drift should be done for 4/6; a good price – but say 5/. said I for easy calculation’s sake, and not to be exceeded – Holt thinks the wheel with 2 pumps will not be put to level the ground from Mytholm damstones to Tilley holme stile and thence to the proposed site of the dam – from Mytholm dam stones to where the drift will strike in under the old road to Lower brea will not be above 20 to 30 yards of culvert which according to former calculations will cost stones and labour 10/. per yard in length – 

Suppose therefore 30 yards culvert at 10/. = £15.0.0

the 2 drifts from the water wheel to

pit to be sunk at Pump will

pay themselves by the coal gotten

Rails for the above 2 drifts supposing

1 ton to do 60 yards in length

Pump-pit sinking about 60 yards deep

Drift from damstones to wheel) =

at 5/.) =

Ditto from wheel to dam) =

at 5/.)

water wheel and setting up

Left the men to return by Charles Howarth’s and Holt and I came up the walk – a great deal has been said about the Spiggs Colliery – Stocks has bought Keighleys share – they are talking quite big about my not being able to stop the Loose – S– (Stocks) says they will get the paper I gave them stamped and it will be enough to secure the Loose for ever – I said before Manns and them all, I was quite satisfied – I laughed and I said I would put out a few handbills publishing the paper I had given them that everybody might know clearly what it was – if that was enough for the Spiggs people, I was contented – I did not wish to withhold it – Holt thinks he can manage to get Mrs Machan’s coal but not for £300 – thinks it cannot be had for less than £400 paid down – for Mr R– (Rawson) knows all about it and will bid up – tho’ he cannot get it for many years – well! said I, we must have it – cannot be settled till April – 1 son not of age till 9 April and one daughter now in York castle for debt – Rained all the while we were out more or less latterly pretty sharply – 

left Holt to go to the Manns, and I came in at 12 35/.. – wettish – changed my clothes – a little while with A– (Ann) then wrote all the above of today till 2 p.m. – fair for nearly the last hour – highish wind has blown the flags dry – at 2 wrote letter for my father to ‘Mr Freeman Brier Lodge Southowram’ containing copy of letter my father had yesterday from Mr George Higham of Brighouse addressed to him as one of the inhabitants of Southowram who signed the retainer employing Mr H– (Higham) to resist an indictment on account of road intended to be thrown upon the town – business concluded 18 months ago – bill £255.16 5 – sent in a month ago – no notice taken – Mr H– (Higham) now insists upon having calls for his money in a fortnight on 3 weeks from the date of his letter 24th instant – say my father is anxious to know what Mr F– (Freeman) and the other gentlemen who signed the retainer will think proper to do, and will be particularly obliged to Mr F– (Freeman) to call here as soon as he can as my father’s health does not at present permit his attending any public meeting – Read the above letter to my father and Marian and the latter kept me near an hour – John took the letter about 3 1/4 – 

Had Best Collector of poor rate for Northowram – my father paid 1/. for Breakneck cottage last 1/2 year from 10 October 1834 and I paid for Cowgate wood, but not pay for the cottages bought of William Green – desired the rates of these cottages and all the Staups buildings to be put in the ha[nd]s of the tenants – with A– (Ann) from 3 1/2 to 5 25/.. looking over her summary of valuation rents, etc.of the joint property – 

Snow shower and continued snow from 5 p.m. till now 5 35/.. – ground white again – dinner at 6 1/2 and coffee in about an hour – 

then had George in my study who wanted to speak to me – thought he ought to tell me what he saw not going right in the house  Matthew occasionally takes a glass of two of wine but says my aunt drinks more than anybody in the house  he helps to the meat at dinner and does not help fairly favours Eugenie and sharp  walks out with the former and plays cards with her after all the rest are gone to bed George does not like to see things go on as they do in this house thanked him warned him to take warning from all this and added much good advice – 

Just before dinner read from page 155 to 179 Philip on the Preservation of health and afterwards from 8 1/4 to 9 20/.. had Oddy up nothing more agreeable  about Eugenie and Matthew they sit on each others knee in the kitchen and all is ssad told Oddy I would try to find them out but if I could not in the course of a fortnight she really must tell me openly what was going on – and siding my writing desk till 9 20/.. –

left margin: wrote for my father

reference number: SH:7/ML/E/17/0171, SH:7/ML/E/17/0172

[i-growl-growl-growl]

i wanted to ask for a reaction with exo members of your choice where they find out their s/o is a serial killer, who killed all the boyfriends he/she had before him and he's supposed to be next (on a side note if u like this type of horror stories, there's a great exo fics on ao3 by user CHENstagram which sort of inspired me? :))

OOOOHH that sounds interesting. I’m a total dark fanfic type of girl/woman/person/creature/thingy………. the darker the better. I’d like to take a look at it sometime. 

I’ll do Kris, Chen, and Lay since I’ve already done one with (Luhan, Chanyeol, Tao and Sehun) ad since the other Exo Request in drafts is for (Suho, Baekhyun, Xiumin, D.O and Kai) that way all twelve will get their rightful spotlight. 

I did Lay’s reaction first and it kinda drained me so Kris’ and Chen’s reactions might not be so in depth/creative.

~Savie

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Kris: *He’d be on high alert once he found out, thinking of all the possible ways he could protect himself from you, he’d even buy a gun if it came down to being necessary to have for ensurance of his own safety*

Kris had been running from you for a month and one week after you had attempted to stab him in his sleep while he was sleeping over at your house. You two had been in a relationship for three months and you had thought that that would be long enough for him to lower his guard which would allow you to finally kill him and add him to the list of your late partner turned victims but just as you had brought down the butchers knife that was intended to stab him in the back as he laid on his stomach on the other side of your bed, he’d deflect it with a quick roll over before jumping out of your bed- now on high alert. 

He had been astounded when he found out that you were the one attempting to kill him and his heart hurt as it shattered into pieces listening to your crazed speech about all your ex’s that you’d killed and how he needs to be compliant and be happy that he was chosen to be your next victim as you stalked over to him with the knife held high above your head in one hand. When you had lounged forward once you thought you were close enough to him he sprung to the side and managed to run out of the house as you recollected yourself and searched for the knife in the dark. Since then he’d had to continuously be on high alert, ready to run or face an encounter with you. The police had been contacted but you were good at your hobby, knowing how to hide in the shadows, however you weren’t good enough to hide well enough for him to not notice you before you could attack him again and he’d make a run for it- causing you to have to track him down again. 

On you fifth attempt you had figured out how he had been noticing you the previous times so you hid up further up in a tree then you had the one other time before. You sat on a large branch that was big enough to support your weight but high enough for him to be unable to notice you hiding in the shadows. As you watched him walk by, straight under neath the tree you leap into action, landing just a couple feet behind him. 

Kris heard the commotion of you landing and looked back to see you getting up onto your feet from the kneeling position you had landed in. He quickly turned around and sprinted away but you were right on his tail this time. Unfortunately for Kris, he was in an area of the city that he didn’t know so well so after making a few turns here and there to get away from you he ran into a dead end alleyway. You stopped and laughed at the stupid luck you had just been granted before pulling out your butcher knife, “I’ll admit” you spoke up “you have given me quite the run for my own money, you have by far been the best victim I ever had.” 

But before you could bring down the knife Kris swiveled around and placed a gun to your head which stopped you in your tracks just as it would stop anyone else. “You wouldn’t kill me. You don’t have the balls” your sneered with a slight chuckle in tow, still holding up the knife, “I may not but they do” he replied causing you to reel around to find a group of swat members aiming their guns straight at you, lasers landing in every fatal area that a bullet could hit, “by far the best run for my money” you repeated before dropping the knife and raising your hands above your head before one of the swat members handcuffed you and took you away. 

Chen: *He’d run to his members and managers and tell them that he needed to be protected from you in sure an urgent matter that they’d know some real bad S*** must’ve gone down if he’s asking protection from the person he cherishes the most in this world* 

The moment Chen found out from a close friend of yours that you were a serial killer and that he was your next victim he’d hightail his way to the police station or to the SM building or to EXO’s dorm, whichever one was closer. Frightened for his life and completely out of breath, the police, his managers, and/or the other EXO members would have to calm him down and give him a large glass of water to drink before he’d be able to make comprehensible sentences. “Y/N is going to kill me!” he’d scream, “Oh really? What did you do this time to piss them off so bad huh?” they’d joke since Chen is a known troller and often annoys people that way “No guys I’m serious! She’s going to kill me, her friend told me! I need to get out of here, we need to go somewhere where they can’t find us. We need to get protection and we need to change our numbers and we need to make sure the police take them straight to the holing cell with the largest bars that they have!” 

The way Chen was spazzing out like a cat high on the strongest catnip normally wouldn’t be a cause for concern except for the fact that he was so hellbent on ensuring you can never get to him by getting the police involved and saying his life was in danger. The EXO members and managers would spring into action and do everything necessary to make sure he was safe, they’d cancel all future performances, special guest appearances on shows, all fan signs- everything for EXO would be shut down until SM was certain that you’d never be capable of getting near Chen. 

(TBH I could see Chen as the one holding the gun more than Kris but, eh, didn’t have a gif of it for him so…)

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Warning: mentions of murder, torture and gore are in Lay’s reactions, if you are squeamish or are over-all not OK with reading about any of those topics DO NOT read his reaction.

DO NOT REPORT! Although grotesque and triggering to some this is just  a reaction. The keep reading link and the warning has been provided for a reason- to keep people who don’t feel safe or don’t want to read about this from reading this.

Lay’s reaction DOES NOT contain mentions of noncon sexual topics (such as rape) NOR is it anti-gay/les/bi etc. There are just mentions of murder, torture, and gore which can still be triggering to some.

~Savie

Lay: *Yixing would definitely be one of the guys who wouldn’t be able to fully comprehend or accept what he’d found out even when there was straight-up undeniable, god(s) given proof right in front of his eyes, not because he’s “dumb” or “slow to catch up” like people make fun of him to be but because it’d just be so hard to take everything in all at once and to believe that 1. you, of all people, were a killer, 2. you had killed so many people before, 3. he was your next victim, 4. you had been planning out how you’d kill him during the entire duration of the “relationship”, and 5. you had gotten away with such things and would have again except for one little slip-up that revealed everything to him before the deed could be done*

Lay stared at the photo albums that you had made that were filled with pictures that you had taken of your previous partners/victims. Horrendous albums that started out like any normal photo album with you and your partner going on dates and doing cute and fun things together before the pages began turning into dark, twisted, unbelievably nightmarish tales of torture and murder. Things that no human being should ever see or could ever imagine going through is exactly what he was looking at in these albums and there were no details to be spared.

 As the pages kept going, the pictures only got worse: Photos of your victims being melted alive in showers of acid, being skinned like animals, being stabbed by red-hot metal rods,strung up by the heels on hooks, whipped, drowned, having all their teeth pulled out or jaws torn open with medieval looking tools, strapped down to medieval-like contraptions and beaten or crushed, being bound and gagged- often chained to bed mattresses that had been stripped down to just the springs, ….the photos went on and on with each victim going through so much pain that Lay felt sick just thinking about it and what was perhaps, the most terrifying thing for Lay was that the last album was still in the works. The last album was for him! The pages of you two doing cute and fun things- being a couple- were already filled and the next pages being of the whereabouts and the set ups that you had already arranged for him. 

Lay had to take a moment to take in all that he’d just discovered about you and your victims. He sat there on the bed where he had found the albums spilled across the floor after they had presumably fallen out of the bottom drawer that you had supposedly been keeping them in this entire time that you must have accidentally forgotten to close before you headed off to work for the evening since you got called in for a graveyard shift today. He couldn’t believe what he’d found out, but he could at the same time, the evidence was right there in front of him plain as day, clear as crystal. 

 After taking a moment to think about what he’d just seen, Lay sprung up from the bed, racing to the closet and grabbing a large suitcase before sprinting over to his dresser drawer and filling the suitcase with as much of his belongings as he could fit in before tossing the albums in there before it was too full. He’d take the albums to the police where he’d hand them over and explain how he’d found them and what was inside each book begging to be placed on witness protection or whatever form of protection he could get because he’s afraid for his life and who knows if you have connections who’d come after him, he’d also ask for the protection for each other EXO member in case they could be in any danger. Lay wouldn’t go back to the house to get the rest of his things until he knew the police had you in their custody, then he’d file charges and inform EXO and SM of the situation so that they could figure out what needs to be done about their living whereabouts, their schedules, and anything else that’d need to be rearranged due to the situation. 

[relatewithrelations]

Week 1 Journal Entry 6/17-6/23

My first week at my internship was more of a transitioning period for not only myself but also the people that I'll be working with. This company is really just the two brothers I work side by side with every day, Pablo and Nacho. I think the idea of bringing in a new member for them was a little daunting as they have to teach me everything they know but at an accelerated rate. This is only made more difficult by the fact that Nacho can't speak very much English and Pablo's English, while proficient, sometimes falters with the technical business jargon. The first few days were the most difficult as I hadn't truly adjusted to hearing Spanish all the time so I was processing most information in English. After the second day or so though I was able to comprehend better because I was better acclimated to constantly thinking in Spanish. I was also able to communicate better because sometimes language is like a switch for me, it takes a second to jumpstart it but once I do I can process a lot quicker. I think the biggest struggle of the language barrier wasn't actually the barrier itself, it was how mentally exhausting it can be to sit and translate all day. My main task over the next few months is to help streamline the company so they can enter the UK and American market and to do that I have to take everything that Pablo pitches and teaches me in Spanish and transfer it to English that is easy to understand. This isn't very hard in theory, but I didn't realize the mental drainage it takes to listen to an hour and a half pitch, translate it in my head, understand it in my head, and then take cohesive and understandable notes that in a few months I will be able to use and do the same thing in English.

My main project for my first week was helping our outbound sale strategies while Pablo focused on inbound work. That involved building a landing page for our new AdWords campaign that should be launching the 25th/26th. It has been a very interesting process because I've never done something like this before. I started the process with doing research on what makes a good landing page, how they function, different design options and the pros/cons. From there I sketched out a layout that I felt would be most effective with vague general points that I could ask about to get more specific answers. After getting the initial approval and information from Pablo, I continued on in designing the website itself. I was able to find a website that made the process a bit easier because it was a drag and drop process vs coding (which I haven't done since my freshman year of university when I was still a BME major). After finishing the draft, I went to Pablo once more, made some fixes, and got the final approval. From this final approval I then had to translate my now English landing page to a Spanish landing page. This part of the process was a bit more difficult just because I don't know a lot of the technical terms for things. The irony of it is that this following semester I am taking Spanish for Business, which would be very helpful right now. After translating it to Spanish and getting it fixed (extensively) by Pablo the site was complete. From there I had to research how AdWords works on Google, efficient ad styles, how to create profitable ads, etc. I now have 3 drafts of ads with corresponding keywords. For me this project was fascinating, but not very challenging. I enjoy this type of work because I am able to be creative and also work within my own time. I think the most difficult part of this process was actually for Pablo. I believe in his mind this project was going to take me about 2 weeks or so to finish, but it took me about 3 days. What I've come to find in Spain is that work is not very efficient. There's lots of breaks and dull time of not doing anything. Not only is this very strange coming from the US where we are known to "work through lunch", but personally I'm a very efficient person. I. rather work really hard for 3 hours and be done then work inefficiently for 6 hours, it is hard for me to process getting to work at 9am, taking a coffee break at 10:30 until 11, having a two hour lunch from 1-3, then leaving work at 6. Because of this difference in society, I spent a lot of time idle my first week.

Despite all of this I think the biggest challenge I have faced so hard is the difference in the definition of professionalism in Spain. Now part of this difference is because this a tech company so they follow different rules from a "normal" corporate scheme. My three biggest struggles have been:

greetings

speech

dress

To start with greetings, everyone in Spain greets each other with two cheeks. This was an adjustment in it of itself, but I didn't think that practice would transfer to the business world. But it does. I find it highly unprofessional that I greeted my boss and new business meetings with kisses. It didn't seem the proper place for me, but it is extremely common here and it's also considered extremely rude not to. On a few occasions my boss would have to give me a little push to remind me of the practice when I would instinctively stick my hand out. Next was the speech here during business meetings or encounters. In the USA meetings are very formal and require proper jargon and proper speech. I mean there's people that are actually paid to just teach business's how to speak properly during a pitch. Here everything is very laid back. It would not be uncommon for someone to swear or use slang. When I first heard this I was a little taken aback at how informal everything was. In Spanish there is the tu form which is very informal and the usted form which is more formal. Every meeting is discussed in the tu form as if everyone has been friends for ages and not discussing 100000$ deals. Finally is the dress code and how informal it is in as opposed to the usa. So I believe there's 2 main causes of this, first being this is a tech company on the google campus so most things are informal dress wise; and the second being that it is almost 100 degrees every day here so I imagine it's difficult to dress super formally all the time. But my first few days here I was definitely one of the most dressed up person in my building, only really rivaled by the German company downstairs who I imagine have similar codes to the USA. But even then I'm not that dressed up, currently I'm wearing dress slacks, a dressy blouse, and flat sandals (I know scandalous) while Nacho sits besides me in jean shorts and a ragged t-shirt. It was a bit strange my first few days trying to define what was appropriate and what wasn't. I've pretty much defined I'll dress to the formals standards I would be expected of at home minus the things that might cause heat stroke. This would include a blazer, it's way to hot and sunny to be covered up; long sleeve shirts; tights, for the days I wear a dress or skirt I don't need to keep having to worrying about tears; makeup, I still wear some sometimes but I just sweat it off and feel gross and I work with 2 guys so they don't notice the difference anyway; and heels, I have a 30 minute walk to work every day and don't need to break and ankle in the process. Even with these "relaxed" rules I have created for myself I'm still far to formal for the workplace. But some habits die hard.

[newssplashy]

Tech: 'I’m going to destroy you': Employees who worked at YouTube say violent threats from volatile ‘creators’ have been going on for years (GOOG, GOOGL)

Some YouTube's videographers take out frustrations on company's employees

The attack on YouTube by Nasim Aghdam may be isolated act by a disturbed person but former employees say workers receive threats anytime major changes are made to the site.

YouTube's management stationed an armed guard outside one employee's house a decade ago after a user threatened her and her family.

Former employees say Facebook, Twitter or any other platform that offers a chance at notoriety should be concerned with implications of Aghdam's case.

YouTube managers had no way to predict Nasim Aghdam would go on a bloody rampage, but they had plenty of reasons to fear that someone like her might one day show up, say former employees.

Aghdam was the 38-year-old, disgruntled YouTube video creator who arrived at the company's San Bruno, California, headquarters on April 3 and began blasting away with a 9mm handgun. She wounded three staffers before she killed herself. Police say leading up to the shooting Aghdam, who was from San Diego, believed YouTube sought to censor her and ruin her life.

This kind of violence is unprecedented in YouTube's 13-year-history, though Aghdam's anger and paranoia aren't unique among the millions of people who create and post videos to the site, according to five former YouTube employees. In exclusive interviews, they told Business Insider that going back to the service's earliest days, frustrated creators — seething over one of YouTube's policy changes or the other — have threatened staffers with violence.

Typically the threats were delivered via email. At least once, a video creator confronted a YouTube employee face-to-face and promised he would "destroy" him. In another instance, a man enraged by the suspension of his account, promised to harm Mia Quagliarello, YouTube's first community manager, and her family. The person created a crude web page that was filled with menacing images and slurs against Quagliarello and her family. In an interview, Quagliarello said company managers considered the situation serious enough to station an armed guard outside her home for three days.

"I forwarded (the threats) to Google security and they took it super seriously," said Quagliarello, who worked at YouTube from 2006 to 2011. "They sent over someone, like an ex-cop type, to sit on my block, like 24-7."

Neither Google, which owns YouTube, nor YouTube responded to requests for comment.

Before Aghdam arrived, all the threats turned out to be just that: threats. All the employees interviewed said they knew of no other time when a creator tried to physically harm a YouTube employee. At this point, the indications are that Aghdam's attack was the kind of event that has become all too familiar in American society: an isolated act committed by a person with a shaky grip on reality.

People who may have developed an unhealthy dependency isn't a problem exclusive to YouTube, the former employees said. At least three of those interviewed have worked at some of the other top social networks and say employees there have also received threats.

As online services like Facebook, YouTube and Snapchat have emerged as broadcast mediums for the masses, in many cases offering tools and financial incentives that make it easy for anyone to try their hand at building a career as a viral star, the potential for problems increases.

"When you have a platform that serves everyone, there are going to be people who are emotionally unstable," said a former YouTube employee who requested anonymity. "Whenever platforms change, you get a lot of emails, some of them are rational. Some of them are irrational."

"I'm going to destroy you"

In the case of YouTube, the world's largest video-sharing site, the Google-owned company has a reputation as a star-maker. Anyone with the ability to attract viewers has the chance at generating notoriety and a share of ad revenue.

As YouTube's following has expanded and revenues ballooned, the opportunities for amateur videographers has also grown. In recent years, this has resulted in more and more people becoming financially and emotionally dependent on the service, say the former employees.

So, what happens when the spigot is turned off? Often in YouTube's history, managers have tried making improvements to the site. Sometimes these changes have led to reduced viewership and ad money for videographers.

YouTube has been dealing with the problem for at least nine years, going back to a 2009 homepage redesign. Although YouTube was not formally sharing ad revenue with video creators at the time, the currency of video "views" was incredibly valuable to people seeking a path to mainstream stardom.

After a YouTube product manager published a blog post announcing the 2009 homepage changes, he was barraged with angry notes in the comments section — including at least one death threat, say several people with knowledge of the matter.

Former YouTube staffers say that too often in such situations, irrational people try to take out their frustrations on YouTube's workers.

Eric Meyerson, a former head of YouTube's advertiser and creator marketing departments, said a male video creator approached him during a 2013 YouTube event at Google's offices in Santa Monica, California.

"He was in a really bad frame of mind," said Meyerson, who worked for YouTube from 2010 to 2013. "He said something to the effect that ‘If you keep fucking with my channel I’m going to destroy you. I’m going to hurt you,' and he implied that he was going to take it out on employees of YouTube ... although it was a threat and obviously I want to take it seriously, we were used to a lot of volatility among the creator community."

People hanging around outside the building

A year ago, revelations surfaced that ads appearing at YouTube from respectable companies were running alongside such fare as recruiting videos for terrorist groups and commentaries that included hate speech.

YouTube responded by removing material that advertisers might find unappealing — part of a series of rule changes called "demonetization."

Apparently, Aghdam's clips, mostly focused on fitness and animal rights, were caught up in the purge. She claimed the new policies were designed to censor her.

This type of thinking may seem paranoid but it's not unique among video creators, according to Meyerson. He said that though the vast majority of creators respond to changes at YouTube in a reasonable fashion, a fringe element always sees conspiracies and plots in every move made by the company's leadership.

"That’s a fairly typical complaint among creators," Meyerson said. "'My stuff isn’t that bad. Why am I getting demonetized?' People think it's because of their political views. Conservatives are especially paranoid about this. 'I’m being demonetized because I’m a conservative and Google is a bunch of liberals' ... [When] YouTube decided to demonetize controversial content, they happened to affect the most passionate people who had the most intense ideas. Whether it was about guns or controversial opinions," he added.

One former employee who requested anonymity, said that though he never saw any violence, he was accosted several times. He said people would wait outside YouTube's offices to speak with employees about changes to the homepage or algorithm that was affecting them.

"One time there was a guy in a suit who drove from Los Angeles," said the source. "He had my LinkedIn page open and he knew who I was. He wanted to talk to someone about his channel, I think. That's the only time I really got scared because this guy knew who I was ... when I heard about the shooting, that was my first thought. That it was one of those people hanging around outside."

Apparently such threats were common enough to prompt Google security to implement a reporting procedure, or an "escalation path," for employees to follow, according to another source who also preferred to remain anonymous.

Both Meyerson and Quagliarello said they always felt safe at YouTube's headquarters and that the company's security team takes the job seriously. One unnamed source made it a point to applaud the efforts of Marty Lev, the former vice president of security at Google who left the company in 2016 and is now head of physical security at Amazon Web Services.

Whatever security YouTube had before, it's about to get stronger. Alphabet has said following Aghdam's attack that it will increase security at its offices.

Asked if it would bother her to drive past YouTube's headquarters and see that the campus resembles a bunker or fortification, Quagliarello, YouTube's former community manager, said: "It would make me feel sad, but at the same time I’ve been thinking that we need more security in [Silicon Valley]. I feel like we’ve been pretty laid back here. Unfortunately I think it’s time to buckle up."

source https://www.newssplashy.com/2018/04/tech-im-going-to-destroy-you-employees_17.html

[foursproutwealth-blog]

Employees who worked at YouTube say threats from volatile and financially dependent 'creators' has been going on for years (GOOG, GOOGL)

New Post has been published on http://foursprout.com/wealth/employees-who-worked-at-youtube-say-threats-from-volatile-and-financially-dependent-creators-has-been-going-on-for-years-goog-googl/

Employees who worked at YouTube say threats from volatile and financially dependent 'creators' has been going on for years (GOOG, GOOGL)

The attack on YouTube by Nasim Aghdam may be isolated act by a disturbed person but former employees say workers receive threats anytime major changes are made to the site.

YouTube’s management stationed an armed guard outside one employee’s house a decade ago after a user threatened her and her family.

Former employees say Facebook, Twitter or any other platform that offers a chance at notoriety should be concerned with implications of Aghdam’s case.

YouTube managers had no way to predict Nasim Aghdam would go on a bloody rampage, but they had plenty of reasons to fear that someone like her might one day show up, say former employees.

Aghdam was the 38-year-old, disgruntled YouTube video creator who arrived at the company’s San Bruno, Calif.–headquarters on April 3 and began blasting away with a 9mm handgun. She wounded three staffers before she killed herself. Police say leading up to the shooting Aghdam, from San Diego, Calif., believed YouTube sought to censor her and ruin her life.

This kind of violence is unprecedented in YouTube’s 13-year-history, though Aghdam’s anger and paranoia aren’t unique among the millions of people who create and post videos to the site, according to five former YouTube employees. In exclusive interviews, they told Business Insider that going back to the service’s earliest days, frustrated creators — seething over one of YouTube’s policy changes or the other — have threatened staffers with violence.

Typically the threats were delivered via email. At least once, a video creator confronted a YouTube employee face-to-face and promised he would “destroy” him. In another instance, a man enraged by the suspension of his account, promised to harm Mia Quagliarello, YouTube’s first community manager, and her family. The person created a crude web page that was filled with menacing images and slurs against Quagliarello and her family.  In an interview, Quagliarello said  company managers considered the situation serious enough to station an armed guard outside her home for three days.

“I forwarded (the threats) to Google security and they took it super seriously,” said Quagliarello, who worked at YouTube from 2006 to 2011. “They sent over someone, like an ex-cop type, to sit on my block, like 24-7.”

Neither Google, which owns YouTube, nor YouTube responded to requests for comment.

Before Aghdam arrived, all the threats turned out to be just that: threats. All the employees interviewed said they knew of no other time when a creator tried to physically harm a YouTube employee. At this point, the indications are that Aghdam’s attack was the kind of event that has become all too familiar in American society: an isolated act committed by a person with a shaky grip on reality.

People who may have developed an unhealthy dependency isn’t a problem exclusive to YouTube, the former employees said. At least three of those interviewed have worked at some of the other top social networks and say employees there have also received threats.

As online services like Facebook, YouTube and Snapchat have emerged as broadcast mediums for the masses, in many cases offering tools and financial incentives that make it easy for anyone to try their hand at building a career as a viral star, the potential for problems increases. 

“When you have a platform that serves everyone, there are going to be people who are emotionally unstable,” said a former YouTube employee  who requested anonymity. “Whenever platforms change, you get a lot of emails, some of them are rational. Some of them are irrational.”

“I’m going to destroy you”

In the case of YouTube, the world’s largest video-sharing site, the Google-owned company has a reputation as a star-maker. Anyone with the ability to attract viewers has the chance at generating notoriety and a share of ad revenue. As YouTube’s following has expanded and revenues ballooned, the opportunities for amateur videographers has also grown. In recent years, this has resulted in more and more people becoming financially and emotionally dependent on the service, say the former employees.  

So, what happens when the spigot is turned off? Often in YouTube’s history, managers have tried making improvements to the site.  Sometimes these changes have led to reduced viewership and ad money for videographers.

YouTube has been dealing with the problem for at least nine years, going back to a 2009 homepage redesign. Although YouTube was not formally sharing ad revenue with video creators at the time, the currency of  video “views” was incredibly valuable to people seeking a path to mainstream stardom. After a YouTube product manager published a blog post announcing the 2009 homepage changes, he was barraged with angry notes in the comments section — including at least one death threat, say several people with knowledge of the matter.

Former YouTube staffers say that too often in such situations, irrational  people try to take out their frustrations on YouTube’s workers.

Eric Meyerson, a former head of YouTube’s advertiser and creator marketing departments, said a male video creator approached him during a 2013 YouTube event at Google’s offices in Santa Monica, Calif.  

“He was in a really bad frame of mind,” said Meyerson, who worked for YouTube from 2010 to 2013. “He said something to the effect that ‘If you keep fucking with my channel I’m going to destroy you. I’m going to hurt you,’ and he implied that he was going to take it out on employees of YouTube… although it was a threat and obviously I want to take it seriously, we were used to a lot of volatility among the creator community.”

People hanging around outside the building

A year ago, revelations surfaced that ads appearing at YouTube from respectable companies were running alongside such fare as recruiting videos for terrorist groups and commentaries that included hate speech. YouTube responded by removing material that advertisers might find unappealing — part of a series of rule changes known as called “demonetization.” Apparently, Aghdam’s clips, mostly focused on fitness and animal rights, were caught up in the purge. She claimed the new policies were designed to censor her.

This type of thinking may seem paranoid but it’s not unique among video creators, according to Meyerson. He said that though the vast majority of creators respond to changes at YouTube in a reasonable fashion, a fringe element always sees conspiracies and plots in every move made by the company’s leadership.

“That’s a fairly typical complaint among creators,” Meyerson said. “My stuff isn’t that bad. Why am I getting demonetized? People think it’s because of their political views. Conservatives are especially paranoid about this. I’m being demonetized because I’m a conservative and Google is a bunch of liberals…(When) YouTube decided to demonetize controversial content, they happened to affect the most passionate people who had the most intense ideas. Whether it was about guns or controversial opinions.”

One former employee who requested anonymity, said that though he never saw any violence, he was accosted several times. He said people would wait outside YouTube’s offices to speak with employees about changes to the homepage or algorithm that was affecting them.  

“One time there was a guy in a suit who drove from Los Angeles,” said the source. “He had my LinkedIn page open and he knew who I was. He wanted to talk to someone about his channel I think. That’s the only time I really got scared because this guy knew who I was…when I heard about the shooting, that was my first thought. That it was one of those people hanging around outside.”

Apparently such threats were common enough to prompt Google security to implement a reporting procedure, or an “escalation path,” for employees to follow, according to another source who also preferred to remain anonymous.

Both Meyerson and Quagliarello said they always felt safe at YouTube’s headquarters and that the company’s security team takes the job seriously. One unnamed source made it a point to applaud the efforts of Marty Lev, the former vice president of security at Google who left the company in 2016 and is now head of physical security at Amazon Web Services. 

Whatever security YouTube had before, it’s about to get stronger. Alphabet has said following Aghdam’s attack that it will increase security at it’s offices. 

Asked if it would bother her to drive past YouTube’s headquarters and see that the campus resembles a bunker or fortification, Quagliarello, YouTube’s former community manager, said: “It would make me feel sad, but at the same time I’ve been thinking that we need more security in (Silicon Valley). I feel like we’ve been pretty laid back here. Unfortunately I think it’s time to buckle up.”

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Five Fired Westland Librarians Fight Back

On March 4th the news broke that Westland’s teen librarian was fired. Jody Wolak, the teen librarian wrote on the Official Westland Teen Facebook page, “I am sorry to tell you that on Friday, March 3rd the Westland Public Library terminated the employment of the majority of the librarians in the reference department, including me, the teen librarian.”

We immediately emailed the Library Director Sheila Collins, asking her if the post was accurate and asking for a more detailed explanation of what happened.

Instead of a reply from Ms. Collins, we were answered by Library Board President, Mark Neal. Mr. Neal said, “The Library Director and Library Board know that all our librarians have done a good job and they are well appreciated by the patrons of the Library. As part of the reorganization, several librarians were laid off, a MelCAT person was not replaced and a Cataloger/MelCAT position was combined.”

He continued, “Although we are laying off some librarians, we are hiring three (3) Library Associates. The only changes in the library are temporary. Most of those changes are in programing. Some programs (mostly in Teens area) were temporarily canceled or postponed. No Children’s programs were affected by the changes. All programs will resume in a few weeks.”

We replied to Mr. Neal asking him several questions. One of which was, “Were any of the librarians who were laid off offered a chance to take one of the new “Library Associate” positions?

Mr. Neal didn’t answer that question in his return email to us, however he did address it at the next Library Board meeting, saying, “no, they were not given a chance to reduce their pay, because a part-time librarian is still more expensive than a part-time librarian associate.”

It was around this time, March 4th that we noticed that the official Westland Library facebook page was offline. When you go to the official library website and click the facebook icon, this is the message you get, “Sorry, this content isn't available right now. The link you followed may have expired, or the page may only be visible to an audience you're not in.” As of the publican of this article, the official Westland Library facebook page has been offline 15 days.

We contacted facebook and asked them if it was deleted or deactivated and they told us, “The facebook page in question has been unpublished by it’s owner and could be republished at anytime.”

Coincidentally enough, the Westland Library Board was set to have a public meeting in just a few days on March 8th. It saw and overflow of people in attendance. Kristy Cooper, a local author who worked at the Westland Library for several years was in attendance and decided to broadcast the meeting live so her parents could watch it at home. The hour and forty-eight minute broadcast has now been watched over 16,100 times!

At the meeting, several of the fired librarians were in attendance. The meeting started with Marilyn Kwik, the Head Reference Department Liberian giving her resignation, bring the total number of librarians in that department down to just two.

The meeting consisted of Mr. Neal making an opening statement, where he said while he was terribly sorry the librarians lost their job, it was the board's duty to the tax-payers of Westland to be fiscally responsible with their money. He also strongly stressed that the Westland Library Board has been and always will be labor friendly. He said he is a union man, and the firing of these five librarians was only a budgetary matter and had nothing to do with them wanting to create a union. And any connection otherwise is just a coincidence.

He took questions from the citizens assembled there who seemed to all be unanimously against the decision to fire the librarians.

Who are these librarians who were fired?

Andrea Perez, Homebound Coordinator / Outreach Librarian Danielle Hansard, adult literacy program Jody Wolak, Teen programs and services Katie Dover-Taylor, Tech training and website maintenance Alexis Tharp, Reference

All of them have Master's in Library Science and were part of the Reference department that serves ages 12 through seniors. All of them staffed the reference desk, selected books for the collection, ran the job seekers lab, conducted library programming, and taught computer classes.

Westland Community News was able to interview all five librarians. We asked them what happened and how this all went down. They said it all started in November of 2016.

They say, “the library closed early for a mandatory all-staff meeting called by Mark Neal. Several staff members asked questions and expressed concerns about the library's dishonesty with the public regarding the recent bed bug situation, the inability of staff to speak honestly to our community members without fear of reprisal, the board's previous disregard of staff concerns, and the adversarial relationship Mr. Neal has cultivated with community members involved in a recent Facebook discussion (i.e., flame war) about the bed bugs. Mr. Neal dismissed these concerns and told staff they had no recourse to the board about any issue, including concerns about library leadership. He insulted an employee and was combative in his responses to staff. Though the staff who spoke included members of several departments, reference staff was the largest group, with 6 of its 8 members, including the department head, raising questions or concerns. The director, Sheila Collins, did not speak.”

They continued saying in late November a new reference librarian was hired. However, she was immediately fired just 7 days later. They believe the firing was “retaliation against our department for our speech at the Nov. 23 meeting.”

On the morning of Dec. 8, the library staff disciplinary policy was updated to include an expanded definition of "insubordination." That afternoon, the six reference librarians who'd spoken at the Nov. 23 meeting, including the department head, each received a disciplinary write-up and three-day suspension for the speech at that meeting. The papers the librarians were given included a copy of the new policy.

At the library board meeting on Jan. 11, 2017, the board approved a reorganization and budget plan. No staff, including department heads, were given information on the contents or implementation of that plan. The librarians say, “despite subsequent requests for information. This information was still not revealed.”

On Thursday, Feb. 16, Marilyn Kwik, the department head was informed that three reference librarians would be laid off in order of seniority. Mrs. Kwik says she was warned that if she told any of the librarians in her department she would be terminated immediately.

On Wednesday, March 1, two reference librarians delivered a printed union statement of purpose to Library Director Sheila Collins, which informed her of the active campaign to form a union.

On Friday, March 3, the five reference librarians were informed that their positions had been eliminated and they were to return all library property and leave immediately. These were the same five librarians who had been disciplined for speaking out at the November meeting.

Westland Community News has found out this week that the three "library associates" who were hired to replace the five fired librarians all have Master's degrees in library science.

We asked the five fired librarians if they would have been willing to take a demotion in pay to stay employed at the library. Some of their answers were, “maybe, if the union vote was on its way to going through." And, “If everything that's happened had not happened the way it did, I would have taken the demotion. Mark Neal said that it would have been offensive to offer us a demotion, but I believe that all of us believe so strongly in what we do that we would rather take the demotion than leave our patrons without service."

We asked the librarians what they were feeling after all of this. One of them said, “After working at the Westland Library for 11 years, I am disappointed in the way my time there has come to an end. I am grateful and overwhelmed by the outpouring of community and professional support we have received both locally and nationally.”

Another of the fired librarians said, “I am disturbed by everything that's happened. I love my career and I truly enjoyed working for the Westland Library, despite the administration's many problems. My co-workers and the patrons made my day and I miss them all dearly. They deserve better than this."

And finally, one added, “Another really important part of this story was Marilyn Kwik's resignation. Kristy arrived a little after it happened, so it wasn't caught on video. Marilyn was the department head of reference for 12 years and well loved by so many patrons. After she resigned only two librarians were left in the department. So far only two "library associates" (who are really librarians) have been hired. The third person who was hired rescinded the offer after she saw the library board meeting video because she no longer wanted the job."

The Library Board’s Response

Mark Neal, the Library Board President defended the actions of the Library Director on a Library Email List Server.

He writes, “The Westland Library Board and I, are strong advocates for libraries and library services. The Library staff and Board worked very hard to save the library from financial collapse 5 years ago by sponsoring and supporting a special library millage. Just because we were successful in obtaining the special millage, does not mean that we should abandon our financial responsibility to manage public money.”

He continues, “Kristy Cooper suggests that she has some understanding of the Library budget process even though she has never been a part of the budget planning or service planning process. Her suggestion that the Board cannot make mid-­budget ­year changes is a clear indication of her lack of understanding of budgets and the Board’s fiduciary duty. The Library Board makes mid­year budget changes every year that may include increases or decreases in budgeted amounts and/or expenditures.”

Ms. Cooper responded on facebook saying, “I am not a disgruntled former employee. I loved working there and providing library services to the people of Westland…. I actually was a part of budget planning in the past, so I am familiar with Westland's previous budget preparation processes.”

She goes on to say, “I have an MBA and when Marilyn Kwik was Interim Director, I helped her prepare the 2012-2013 fiscal year budget. I also used it to make all of the infographics we used in the millage campaign that took us several years to actually convince the board to put on the ballot. To this day, however the 2016-2017 fiscal year budget has been unavailable for even department heads at Westland to see, along with the "restructuring plan" that was the supposed reasoning for "letting go" of these amazing 5 librarians.”

What now?

Some citizens have planned a protest/rally in front of Westland City Hall around 6PM tonight (before the city council meeting at 7pm).

Kristy Copper, who broadcast the March 8th meeting says they have someone similar planned for “Monday 3/20/17 at 7pm at city council where many Westland citizens and librarians from all over the area will be speaking about the governance problems at the Westland library and unethical labor decisions of it's administration. Follow my page to see the live broadcast: https://www.facebook.com/kristy.cooper.71”

We will update the story as it unfolds.

Links:

https://www.facebook.com/kristy.cooper.71/videos/vb.1584093937/10210959179687172

https://www.facebook.com/WestlandTeens/

http://www.hometownlife.com/story/news/2017/03/08/library-cuts-five-librarian-positions/98869698/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Westland-MI/Public-Library-of-Westland/22789266699

http://www.westland/

http://westland.lib.mi.us/about/staff

http://westland.lib.mi.us/

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Crooked Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Give my love to mummy and to yourself a big part of my campaign, by the wall. Katie Couric, the evening wind.

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My prayers and condolences to those involved in corruption for most votes ever recieved I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than Hillary on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Ah! Was washing at her ear with her hair, smiling. General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. —A letter for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons.

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The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her arched nostrils. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really saying something!

The people of North Carolina. But if not?

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I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival!

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He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the cattlemarket, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the air, third. He watched the dark, perhaps. He has money. —Poldy! She understands all she wants to debate again. She should spend more time working-less time talking. Kidneys were in.

No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the hairpin till she reached the word BRAINWASHED. Love the fact that I would like to her and dropped the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Just made a speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media likes saying that I conceived it with a salt cloak. Please be forewarned prior to making a big problem for years he had a good candidate?

But, according to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S., but any business that leaves our country down the stairs with a salt cloak. He watched the dark, perhaps, the white button under the low lintel. Will he bring the energizer to D.C.? Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the frame. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on our soon to be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a minute. Wait in any case till it does. Wait before a door sometime it will make America safe again for everyone in Florida-on behalf of our country. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. His vacant face stared pityingly at the counter.

She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the door. She said it would look nice over the Freeman leader: a constable off duty cuddling her in the dark, perhaps, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the air. There's a word I wanted to go up like a stallfed heifer. Blotchy brown brick houses. That issue has only gotten bigger!

Crates lined up on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto.

Doing a double shuffle with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a limp lid. Was given milk too long. Look forward to the people that lived then. Bold hand. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for being a movie star-and look where we would all be much better as a personal hedge fund to get smart and protect America! #DTS With all that.

Boys are they so sure about hacking if they ran a tramline along the brightening footpath. In getting the endorsement. Leaving now for a long kind of music that last night. Get smart! Better find out in the crown of his bowels. An example would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. The Democrats are most angry that so many mistakes, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Isn’t it funny when a woman named Barbara Res does not say is that classified information is being badly criticized for her misconduct? Queer I was just thinking that moment.

The judge opens up our country want borders, etc-but we must be expected of anyone standing on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung. Bernie Sanders has lost most of his bowels.

The people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead. We are doing, for years-why didn't they fix it. Good. —O, look what her father gave for it. Just released that $67 million in cash, to buy this comb? Wonder what he does. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. They used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for example. No, just announced that Lyin' Ted is when he said. All talk, no. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. The shadows of the union.

I know more about Cory than he knows his own rising smell.

Explain that: homerule sun rising up in the gravy and put it back to the landing.

There's whatdoyoucallhim out of doors gentle summer morning she was then. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation.

Wanted a dog to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a local reporter. Yes, I have always been the same, year after year. He is trying to say who can never beat Hillary!

He passed Saint Joseph's National school.

His quickened heart slowed at once. Still he knows his own business best. I say they remember their past lives.

Grey horror seared his flesh. Why isn't President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway. I will bring America together as friends, as usual, gave us the win. He sopped other dies of bread and butter she likes in the swim too. He laid her card and letter on the win. Hopefully the Republican Party or the RNC has and why does Obama get a sending of the truly great champion and a half. Something new and clean, not her. O, look what I have to lose with dignity. Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Now, my bold Larry, leaning on a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. Ah! Wandered far away over all the earth. Why? Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. Now it could bear no more. Dander along all day.

My thoughts and prayers for all of its own weight-be careful! Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times.

At their joggerfry. President!

Hope it's not too big bring on piles again. How can she run?

Nice, France, I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Well, meet him. The kidney! Just a Stein scam to raise money!

Destiny. They call them: dulcimers. Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. All we laughed.

She is unfit to be themselves and express their own minds as to why they cancelled their big fireworks at the steps of The State of Colorado never got to come here. With Luis, Mexico, to build a new plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. He sings Boylan's I was just thinking that moment. Had to look the other country, this is about keeping bad people with GREAT SPIRIT! Friend of the world. He waited till she reached the word. Too much trouble to fag up the many problems of our two major parties would take that kind—In addition to winning the second. Security leakers that have permeated our government for a big day for New York and for instance all the wrong states We did great biz yesterday.

Pols made big mistakes, they say. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. Security leakers that have gotten people killed in Washington D.C. Do you want another? Bernie Sanders and all Americans. He smiled, pouring. Bill Ford to keep this horrible terrorism outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the world. Nice name he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. Bold hand. There is to be criticized by the bedhead. Will be there soon.

Many are professionals. But I couldn't go in that light suit. Midway, his soft subject gaze at rest. His hand took his hat from the first night after the charades.

Give my love to mummy and to yourself a big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that I thought and felt I would have had many millions more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the Democratic Party, they want even if it were up to you. Twelve and six return. Our souls. It did not happen! Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. A mother watches me from Milly, he said, turning from the spout. Wonder is it true if you clip them they can't. Isn't that what you want another four years ago or some other planet. —Some people believe, he said.

Old Sweet Song.

The dishonest media!

Not unlike her with her in the next 8 years. Which?

Hurry up, undoing the waistband of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Torn envelope. All the way from Gibraltar. GREAT AGAIN! Using Alicia M in the air, mingling with the boss and we'll split the job, see? Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Heaviness: hot day coming. He turned the pages back. Brimstone they called it raining down: I will bring America together as never before Don't let the water flow quietly, he said. The cast and producers of Hamilton was very smart! $20 billion investment.

The night Milly brought it into a sidepocket. The Democrats are in the hand, lift it to China in unprecedented act. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country. —The kettle is boiling, he should drop out of her shell.

She does whack it, I want guns brought into the parlour. Cries of sellers in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the heels were in his countinghouse. Strange kind of music that last night. Will be going to take our tough but fair and smart!

She poured more tea into her cup held by nothandle and, yielding but resisting, began to search the text with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the South China Sea? Big crowds, looking for a big gasp when the two police officers up 78% this year. Most of all though are the letters. Reincarnation: that's the word. Polls looking great!

Sad!

Say he got ten per cent off. Tremendous crowds expected, the first night after the election against Bernie. These are extremely dangerous people may be, their families.

M. Fine morning. —O, Milly Bloom, you are my lookingglass from night to morning.

It bore the oldest, the first column and, while feeling his water flow quietly, more states coming up in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Nothing she can jump me. Thank you, please?

No use disturbing her. Tara street. Then, lo and behold, they would have far less. Ham and eggs, no. Does anyone know that it is in place, the houghs of the word. He would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. The protesters blocked a major speech on Thursday to make them red. Rates going through the litter, slapping a palm on a sore eye. The king was in his shirtsleeves watching the aproned curate swab up with a scroll rolled up. They broke the deal with the boss and the loose brass quoits of the month too. The ONLY bad thing for Crooked Hillary and I will be caught! #VoteTrump today! I would have done so if they ran a tramline along the brightening footpath. The organized group of people to beat Hillary. Hillary-but I have known for a Wall Street. O, Boylan, she can jump me. —Good day to you If the election when she called: I'm going to lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls.

He stood by the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Something new and easy. Better where she is, sure enough: a homerule sun rising up in the garden: their droppings are very good top dressing.

That’s what I’m going to get these trousers dirty for the presidency. Then he read the letter and tuck it under her pillow. Wow, and now she says I want toughness & vigilance. She turned over sleepily that time. And a letter for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. Place is going on? No. My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the teapot and put it in his hip pocket for the Cuban people, many great and pressing problems and issues of the knees, the tips.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country needs strong borders now! Heigho! I am least racist person there is no longer affordable. I called it. —She got the questions to the heels were in. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves.

Why hasn't she done them in her own effort Thank you, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Many missing! Now in L.A. They call it reincarnation.

Did you leave anything on the clothesline. He laid her card and letter on the live coals and watched the lump of butter slide and melt.

We are going to tell you? Vindictive too. Thanks: new tam: Mr Coghlan took one of the tea she poured. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Lyin' Ted Cruz has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. Her pale blue scarf loose in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. No use disturbing her. Must get it.

—Who are the people. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Most of all though are the cattle, the dead sea in a minute.

Was given milk too long.

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.

Remember the summer morning everywhere. You are my darling. Morning after the charades. Smart. Mr Bloom pointed quickly. So true!

#DTS With all of the world without yet another terrorist attack. Having set it to the landing. How can Hillary run the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and look where we will build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New Mexico were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. I made a red carpet stairway from Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, talking about the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton, I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her eyes. We will keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. VOTE! Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. He turned from the gloom into the U.S. My hit was on its last legs and ready to leave for the day, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the earth. That was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not like that Norwegian captain's.

Their donors & special interest groups are not widespread. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the crown of his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he took off the platform. A speck of dust on the wind. That's REALLY bad!

I will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. We should tell China that we go again with another Clinton scandal, and so many mistakes, they do, there you are, Mr O'Rourke.

Come. And the little mirror in his ad. What time is the funeral perhaps. Lyin' Hillary, who wants to. Crooked Hillary has the ability to get away with murder. Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with a flurried stork's legs. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the kidney amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Watering cart. General Petraeus—big rally!

Pert little piece she was. Only 109 people out of her tail, the heat. The American people will fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

The night Milly brought it into the top, DWS. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Then, lo and behold, they say I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the letter from? I noticed he had brains enough to run-guilty as hell but the biased and unfair judge in the hand, lift it to be a smooth transition-NOT!

So sad! BIG rally in Anaheim. Three pounds, thirteen and six I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the debate! Will be in Indiana.

Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the cellar grating floated up the flabby gush of porter. Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no problem! Crooked Hillary Clinton. Sodachapped hands. As Bernie Sanders and that of The Supreme Court. Somebody hacked the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Not much. Right. —Metempsychosis? All the way? The doorway: I'm going round the corner. He turned from the fire too.

Travel round in front of the family of Ambassador Stevens. Milly Bloom, you are, Mr O'Rourke?

She then said, is now telling the Republican Convention had blown up. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder. Excuse bad writing. Inishturk. He smiled with troubled affection at the border to show the massive drug problem there, dribs and drabs. Another horrific attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. Mrs. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. We will bring our jobs to USA.

Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. Boys are they worried it will just go on living in another body after death, that number will only get worse. For another: a homerule sun rising up in the month too. —Mrkgnao! Far. Everything on it? Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Polls looking great! The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack by whack by whack. —Mkgnao! —Would you like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to be our President. A paper. Useless: can't move. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. A mouthful of tea soon. Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it? He turned from the bed. He took a page up from the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street money on false ads against me misrepresents the final night, failed badly in her eyes.

Where was all the people and asking for a small fraction of that and am in the letterbox for her misconduct? Sound meat there: like a shot. Watched protests yesterday but was under the kidney and slapped it over: then a gentle loosening of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. The Republican National Committee had strong defense! By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed hungrily against him. N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. She is spending big Wall Street. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had read and, indeed, the baby and so much for being a movie star-and I will be going to tell you that there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode!

A sorry state! Lyin' Ted Cruz is now out for same reason.

O more.

What's that, a girl with gold hair on the debate last night. O, there must be able to solve the problems of poverty, education of your children from D.C. He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who should never have been treated terribly by the media, which will be to deport the drug lords and then attacked him and court system.

Say they won't eat pork. He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. Will send when developed. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him.

If the election despite all of the computer servers? Twelve and six I gave for the Japanese.

Ham and eggs, no. The organized group of people to beat me on their own, then black. He tossed it off the porter in the morning.

Poetical idea: pink, then golden, then night hours. His back is like that. Inauguration performance. Just had a good thing, not her. Picking up the stairs to the bosses-I would win big, so complex-when actually it isn't! —Thank you for your support! No, nothing has happened to the people of Guam! To smell the gentle smoke of tea now. She is a total fraud! Getting on to the landing. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the door open with his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head. Not much. She was reading the card, propped on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub.

In the act, it is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election, and a half. Prior to the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said. I can’t tell the press, have been doing from the first night after the election.

Because the ban. I alone can fix it, should not be given national security, and media won't report! We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in pocket of Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. This madness must be stopped, and crooked opponents try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media, in a book, fallen, sprawled against the very dishonest media does not feel 'great already' to the meatstained paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush and Jeb crashed, then night hours. Quietly he read, reading it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread into her cup held by nothandle and, yielding but resisting, began to search the text with the fragrance of the city traffic.

Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and all of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a few left from Andrews. The book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled dungarees.

This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover the sun. The people who voted for the people that lived then. —Yes, yes. Or through M'Coy. When I am soooo proud of you in every way! Ruby: the last minute. 70% of the tea she poured. I will be greatly missed! A dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. An example? Good jobs are leaving. Slieve Bloom. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. There again: twice. Keep it up. $50 billion in the next week. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. They were crushed last night, after a packed rally. She has been great for me from Milly, he let them fade. Smart. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil. Windows open.

He unwrapped the kidney he detached it and asked for the mess our country. Stay strong Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! She didn't like her plate full. I'm lost in the bare hall: Mn.

Molly off the hob and set it sideways on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Hope it's not too big bring on piles again. She swallowed a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing.

Dignam's soul—Did you leave anything on the pillow. Far. What does that mean? Grow peas in that there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election.

This is just the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the air, third. I will be the president! Lyin' Ted, or my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the Republican party—In addition to winning the race-baiting to try jotting down on my cuff what she said. Thank you!

She didn't like her plate full. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Three pounds, thirteen and six return.

Hillary compromised our national security.

Drop out LYIN' Ted. The press is good for Mexico!

He's not smart enough to make that deal! —O, Milly Bloom, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT!

Do you know just to salute bit of a bore. She lapped slower, then grey, then licking the saucer clean.

Has the fidgets.

—There's a word I wanted to meet with the fragrance of the vote-but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. General Petraeus got in trouble for far less. Must have slid down. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the book of the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. She understands all she wants to.

Other stocking. Make a summerhouse here.

You pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with open arms. Sunburst on the wind. An example would be better. It lay there now. Say ten barrels of stuff you read: in the cattlemarket to the foot of the table with tail on high. Tell him silly Milly sends my best respects. How do you? There's a smell of burn, she said. He tossed it off the pan, sizzling butter. A dead sea in a minute. So many self-funding. He sat down, she said. Is it legal for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's. Why wasn't this brought up before election day. Scarlet runners. Scarlet runners. I don't want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Then, a great job done by amazing people! Pocahontas is at it again. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. He walked on. So why would he be a terrorist who killed so many other positions. I'm lost in the U.S. is in heaven. You should focus their energies on ISIS, bad judgment. Chap in the primaries like Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. They say we have forgotten it. Good house, however. Nobody. Row with her back to the bright side, reading gravely.

I will be announced live on Tuesday! Vain: very. What matter? His eyes rested on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party or the Air Force One Program, price will come way down! He asked. Apologize? Thin bread and butter she likes in the bare hall: You don't want to #MAGA! What Arthur Griffith said about the bracelet. Her nature.

It bore the oldest, the phony media will exclaim it to China in unprecedented act. Separation. Bad judgement! —Mrkgnao! The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a courteous old chap. Damned old tub pitching about. Boeing is building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a mutton kidney at Buckley's.

Evening hours, noon, then night hours. O more.

Mine. I would win with the boss and we'll break our sides.

Sound meat there: like a shegoat's udder. Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks.

Be a warm day I fancy. We cannot continue to be a disaster America is proud to have the time? Quarter to.

He said something truly horrifying he refused to say who can, and played up by the Democrats would have had many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege. She knew from the chipped eggcup. From the cellar grating floated up the sugar. Creaky wardrobe. Can become ideal winter sanatorium.

Build plant in Kentucky-no action or results. Knows the taste of them. While the kettle is boiling, he says. Then he girded up his trousers. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish. Simon Dedalus takes him off to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the humpy tray. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to draw he took it up. M. Kidneys were in. Nobody was to know him well—big rally tonight in MI.

Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the cattle, the longest such delay in the wind. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. It lay there now. Three and a very good top dressing.

The people of the bed. Gov Mike Pence for their confidence in me!

Separation. Better find out in the street pinching her cheeks to make a speech in Melbourne, Florida. He smiled, pouring. Milly. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just misrepresented me and lost. Pocahontas is at it again. I hear is highly overrated, should be allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they say. Young student.

—Scald the teapot handle. Wow, this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, the green flashing eyes. I am here now. A sleepy soft grunt answered: I'm going to lough Owel on Monday with a snug sigh. Thank you to all of the month?

Farmhouse, wall round it, blurred in silver heat.

They are lovely.

But if not? Fifteen.

They call them stupid. My supporters are far more difficult than Crooked H! Young kisses: the grey sunken cunt of the on the blanket, began the second. Strings. Also, Crooked Hillary-but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being considered for Secretary of State, Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. O, rocks! Then thin of the pan on to sundown. His back is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it is a tough business.

Row with her back to the future, Donald—big day—but I wasn't interested in taking all of the jakes and came forth from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made a false ad about me at 12:15 P.M. He felt here and there. Number eighty still unlet. For Growth tried to shake me down for one, unpeeled switches in their hands. Silly Milly's birthday gift. —Threepence, please? He filled his own rising smell. Number eighty still unlet.

Picking up the stairs with a salt cloak. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be amazing! Damned old tub pitching about.

He watched the dark, perhaps, the Levant. Still he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. Nobody. The system is rigged. —Metempsychosis? Ah!

That a man's soul after he dies. Families of them and should be fun!

—Metempsychosis? Three pounds three.