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localcanadiancreature62 · 3 months ago

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My Thoughts on Fiddlestan

Okay you people are literally all or nothing with these mfs,like it's either all gut wretching angst or all tooth rotting fluff. So i raise you,"what if it was both?" aka i made them have a good time but they also have Issues ✨. @misteria247 you might wanna see this one cuz i know you love Fiddlestan lol.

So first things first,their first meeting. They would meet soon after the portal incident when Fidds' sanity is slowly starting to slip from the first several usages of the memory gun and he ends up going to Ford's house after having a vague familiarity with the place as well as a desire to make amends with his friend while he still remembers him,only for him to see Stan at the door. A man wearing his best friend's face. Stan lets the guy in while still keeping the ruse of pretending to be his brother after he just faked his death,trying his hardest to pretend that he knows what Fidds is talking about regarding the portal and Ford's time in college.

A few weeks pass,and Fidds get the slight suspicion that he's not actually talking to Ford as "Ford" brushes off his science-y ramblings with "I don't understand" or "I'm too tired to hear about it maybe later",when he knew that the real Ford would know exactly what he's talking about regarding his ideas for modern computers or Schrodinger's cat as well as gladly ramble along with him even if it's 2am at the time instead of ignoring it. He also realizes that "Ford" surprisingly knows nothing about anomalies and either tries to shoo creatures away or just beats the hell out of them rather than studying them whenever they have an encounter with gnomes or something,plus the fact that he gets jumpy whenever an eye-bat appears. Fidds is still sane enough to notice these "tells" and so he confronts the man about it despite Stan already being nervous about not being able to keep up the act. Stan decides to come clean after the southern man literally backed him into a corner while interrogating him about who he is and where the real Stanford is,he explains the truth about Ford's disappearance and that he's trying to fix the portal while having no idea about how his brother's science mumbo jumbo works. Fidds' expression of anger and fear changes into guilt sympathy and even intrigue as he regrets trying to aggressively gouge the man for answers,when the grifter turned out to care about Ford all along instead of selfishly stealing his life for success. He wondered about Stan's relation to Ford and the man explains that he's Ford's twin brother and that they had a rough patch in their brotherly relationship which lead to this whole mess. Fidds then offers to help fix the portal since he's the one who co built it and Stan couldn't be more than happy,although with the condition of no more lies as that impersonation fiasco genuinely scared him which Stan agrees to. They didn't get along at first with Stan's stubborn personality and tendency to tease others at random while Fidds was just really tired and he wanted to get Ford back so that he can get out of this whole mess,but they managed.

Throughout the building of the portal,the two begin to bond regarding their history with Ford and how the man inadvertently screwed them over with his ego. Then talking about how they always felt inferior in comparison to everyone else (Stan with Ford,Fidds with his rough and tumble ranch family who roughhoused constantly while he was a scrawny nerd),discovering that they weren't so different as they thought. Stan ends up taking his partnership with Fiddleford more seriously as he soon realizes that they only have each other,while Fidds starts to humor Stan's teasing and occasional goofing off since he doesn't have anyone else to turn to with Emma may and Tate still refusing contact from him ever since the divorce (just so that Fidds wouldn't yknow. cheat on his wife). They soon become friends who often look out for each other with Stan trying to stop Fidds from overworking himself while Fidds teaches Stan about quantum physics as he tries really hard to understand despite being the "dumb" twin.

Fidds' use of the memory gun becomes less frequent as he didn't have a reason to blast himself with it anymore due to finally having someone that understands his troubles with Ford and the darn triangle feller,no longer feeling as though he had to forget everything as he had someone to talk to about all of this (i mean in canon he wouldn't never went insane if Ford fucking talked to him and explained why he's still going through with the portal with his desperate desire for approval). Stan sees his steadfast love and support be appreciated by someone besides his ungrateful brother,while Fidds sees his unwavering loyalty and handmade gifts be cherished by someone who cares rather than ignored by his egotistical friend.

The fact that the two found someone who cared even when they have their own troubles means a lot to them,this steadfast love and concern was what made Fidds and Stan slowly fall for each other. Stan finally found someone who appreciates him and sees him as worthy even with his many mistakes or occasional stupidity while Fidds finally found someone who won't waste his loyalty and kindness in favor of their own selfish wishes (*cough* Ford *cough*). They're finally happy,after dealing with so much pain. They had their happy ending,or did they? 😏.

While they WERE in a healthy and loving relationship,things weren't all sunshine and rainbows. Stan outright refuses to talk about his problems in fear of being a burden to his nerd plus the emotional walls he put up were too strong even when he tries to be open toward the southern man which always ends in him not wanting to talk about it,meanwhile Fidds opts to metaphorically run away from his issues by using the memory gun to forget every argument and misunderstanding he had with the drifter (which were mostly caused by the memory gun in the first place). Whenever they have a problem with something that the other does that isn't related to the portal,they don't set boundaries they don't talk about it they don't confront the other about it,they do NOTHING.

Fidds slowly starts to go insane again as he starts forgetting about Stan at times with his use of the memory gun whenever they have an argument which is a LOT of arguments as every couple doesn't always agree with each other,he lashes out and has a paranoia episode over either imagining Stan being a stranger that wants to hurt him or him being Ford that wants to take revenge on him for quitting the project which obviously upsets the drifter but he doesn't do anything about it as he cannot afford to lose the one thing he has left because of his dumb problems (little does he know,is that he's already doing it. he's already losing Fidds cuz of his issues). Stan on the other hand,starts treating Fiddleford with the same codependency that he gave Ford with him expecting the hillbilly to always be there for him and always put HIS interests at heart despite the man having his own wants and needs with his Mcgucket Labs project. Thus Fidds is being taken for granted again while Stan is confused and angry over why this hick is ignoring him and trying to abandon him like Ford did (Stanley your brother issues are showing).

It only gets worse in the moments culminating to Fidds' insanity,where Stan doesn't even know who his hillbilly partner anymore while Fidds is completely unaware of the torment he's putting Stan through with his erratic behavior and amnesiac ramblings. Stan was there for the tapes,he was behind the camera with every transition as the southern man told him it was a little experiment regarding the memory gun and he believed that at first only to soon realize that Fidds was literally frying his own brain with that gun after reading his notes about the electricity that erases the memories plus the side effects of prolonged use. By the time Fidds had that car crash,he quit the project again and stopped seeing Stan as he left the drifter alone to fix the portal by himself albeit with more knowledge of how it works due to the various quantum mechanics lessons the man drilled into him. He just needed to figure out the elaborate codes to actually activate it. Stan missed Fidds as he was guilty about their last interaction being an argument about the memory gun and even encountered him but with a new red robe while the man went on and on about some memory cult,but he knew that the man is too far gone for him to make amends with.

Stan then ended up using Fidds' Mcgucket Labs money to support himself but then he realized that it won't be enough as that business was just a start up gig that didn't had the chance to become successful due to the portal and the memory gun,so he had to come up with another way to survive all alone. Then he went to the Dusk 2 Dawn convenience store and saw that everyone was interested in Ford's weird mad scientist house,taking everyone there as he saw that people's interest in the freaky things in that house would make great revenue for him. The Mystery Shack (originally the Murder Hut) was born,and Stan had finally left his life of being a miserable grifter behind. However.. he still saw his Fiddleford rummage in the trash or make killer robots in the news sometimes. He yearns for what could've been yet he shakes his head as he knew what he had with the nerd was currently unsalvageable in his current insane state.

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cloudykyu · 2 months ago

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wc: 1,409 - not proofread; more texts at the end

with the cookies you and sunwoo baked finally in the oven, all you could do now was wait and pray they come out tasty. the timer on the oven shows that there’s only a few minutes left before they can be taken out, but then you guys would still have to wait for them to cool. sunwoo thinks what you said about baking being an entirely different field was right. it’s way too tedious, but he enjoyed himself!

“I hope there’s enough chocolate chips in them,” you pout as you crouch down to watch the dough spread out onto the sheet through the oven window. “I can’t believe you ate like half of them! doesn’t eric have a big sweet tooth?”

leaning against the counter next to you, sunwoo scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “I snack when I’m under stress, alright? and that was pretty stressful.”

standing up fully, you make a face at the boy in front of you. “nobody told you to pick such a difficult recipe! we seriously could’ve just got store-bought dough.”

“where’s the fun in that?” he pouts back. “and plus, it’ll be a lot better for you if eric realizes you made it from scratch! just imagine it, yn.” clearing his throat, sunwoo gets off the counter and stands up straight.

“oh my gosh, yn! no way you made this for me from scratch?!” he exclaims, putting on his best eric impersonation (it really just consists of him raising his voice a little higher and speaking quickly) “I can’t believe you worked so hard for me! no one has ever done this for me before, please marry me.”

you feel the blush creep up your neck at the last part and let out a laugh. one thing you’ve quickly learned about sunwoo is that he always knows how to get a reaction out of you. a smile. “you’re ridiculous, sunwoo” you giggle, hiding behind your hand. “I think marriage is a bit too far.”

“you never know with eric,” he shrugs. “he’s unpredictable like that… genuine question for you by the way, why do you like him?” the puzzled look on your face must be evident because sunwoo quickly stutters out clarification. “I-I’m just wondering is all! I know eric is a really likable guy, but romantic and platonic like is completely different.”

just then, the oven goes off, signaling the cookies were now done. you move to grab the oven mitts in order to pull out the tray, but sunwoo is just a beat faster. he gently scoots you away from the front of the oven before opening the door. knowing how clumsy you could be, he didn’t even let you attempt to put the cookies in the hot oven with reason that he didn’t wanna recreate you completely missing your mouth when taking a drink the other day.

“well I had him in a few classes last year right,” you start off. the smell of the freshly baked sweet treat fills your nose, sending a wave of warmth over your body. how fitting. “and I knew of him because he was already running for student council by then. and at first I thought he was just being nice as a PR campaign, but the more I was around him, the more I learned that’s just really who he was.” as sunwoo was listening intently, you started picking at your lips, a bad habit of yours when you’re nervous. and with the way sunwoo was looking at you, you were starting to feel shy at your confession. you’ve only ever talked about this with giselle, but it wasn’t in such detail as this. which is an insane thought since she’s one of your best friends. you guess there’s just something about sunwoo that makes him easy to trust.

noticing your hesitation in the way you pause, the corners of sunwoos lips tilt up in a reassuring smile and encourages you to continue. and you do. “I’m not really interested in getting to know other people, but eric still treated me as he did everyone else like he never heard a rumor about me in his life. so naturally, I started to pay more attention to eric as the year went on… he was always smiling and happy to stop whatever he was doing to help whoever needed it. even when he won student council and gained added responsibility with already being on the baseball team, he never changed and I really admire him for that.”

sunwoo could not stop the giddy feeling that was bubbling in his chest. full blown smiling now, he lets out a little squeal and puts a fist to his mouth. feeling shy all over again, you look away from the mess of a boy and groan.

“oh my goodness” he whispers and you shove his shoulder a little bit.

“UGH, sunwoo!” you grumble. “please stop, this is so embarrassing! why are you always present for my moments of weakness?”

“don’t be embarrassed!” he exclaims. “I think that’s really sweet, yn. if eric knew all of this, he’d be so lucky to have someone like you thinking of him that way.”

rolling your eyes, you turn away from him again in hopes that he doesn’t see yet another blush forming on your face. “whatever, man… how about you? what do you like about giselle?”

“I’ll tell you all about that another time,” sunwoo smirks. he hovers a hand over the cookies resting on the side, feeling that they’ve cooled enough. screw waiting four hours, he’s hungry NOW.

scrunching your face, you shove him again. “that’s so not fair! I told you all about my crush and as giselle’s best friend, I deserve to know about yours on her!”

“yeah yeah” he waves you off. “I promise I’ll tell you later, we need to try our creation first!” holding out a cookie for you, you continue to pour as you take it from his hands. sunwoo grabs one for himself and happily takes a big bite. you do the same, liking the gooey ness of the chocolate chips. we’re off to a good start, you think.

as the taste starts to settle in your mouth, you hear sunwoo cough as you stand there, unmoving from your spot. your face is unreadable so sunwoo reaches for his water bottle slowly and silently. suddenly, you throw your half eaten cookie back onto the tray and crumble to the floor in a ball.

“they’re fucking salty, sunwoo!” you whine, head in your hands. “he’s not gonna like them at all! placing the love letter in the wrong bag, getting hit in the face with a soccer ball, and now fucked up cookies? I think I’m just really not meant to confess to eric…”

“hey, hey, hey” sunwoo moves to kneel next to you on the floor, taking a hand to move your face to get you to look at him. he spots the tears starting to form in your eyes and can’t help but feel sad himself. “everyone deserves a happy ending and if yours is confessing to eric, then you deserve to do that okay?”

“but I messed everything up…” you sniffle. a lone tear has made it’s way down your cheek and sunwoo uses his other hand to wipe it away.

giving you a closed lipped smile, sunwoo let’s out a little laugh. “silly yn,” he scolds. “I told you this was a team effort so yeah, WE messed up but we can fix it. together.”

“you really wanna go through that hell again?” you ask quietly. sunwoo laughs again and nods at your question.

“of course I do,” he’s still holding your face in his hands and gives your cheeks a small squish. “as long as it makes you happy, I’m down for whatever. just this time, we’ll keep the salt out of reach.”

it’s your turn to laugh now. you brush sunwoos hands away from your face, but he still doesn’t put any distance between you two. “thank you, sunwoo” you smile at him lightly. “for everything, I really mean it. you seem to always know how to make me feel better.”

“it’s nothing, yn” he replies, patting your knee. “we’re trying our best and that’s all that matters.”

just then, you hear a gasp and someone bumping into the door to the culinary room. “that was weird” you mumble and sunwoo nods in agreement.

SEVEN - you're friggin baked bro

ᯓᡣ𐭩 finally gathering up the courage to confess to their crush, yn comes up with a fool proof plan of slipping a love letter into his bag. except yn is very much a fool and put it in the bag belonging to his best friend, kim sunwoo, who happens to have a crush of his own. can these two hopeless romantics help each other confess? let's hope so!

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mani's notes: gosh this part was so cute to write <3 but now here comes the drama...

taglist (open! leave a comment or send an ask): @isitthemoon @jisungsleftcheek @kongjjen-recs @woophilia

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gardeningintensifies · 3 months ago

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I don't like Stephanie.

There, I said it.

And it's not me being a deluded bokris shipper this time, unfortunately the problem here runs much deeper.

Let me explain...I'm convinced music can enhance and elevate even the most mundane and insignificant stories, make them universal and trascendental so that even a single word is capable of breaking your heart into a million pieces.

But the lyrics have to be written in a certain way, add a layer of mystery and intrigue and remain somewhat vague...enough for the listener to FEEL what the singer is singing about as his/her own experience.

And Stephanie...the lyrics are very basic, the images are all very...cheap: guy in a pub drinking, sees a cute girl, maybe they speak for 5 minutes, he falls in love because he's 12 yo and drunk, her friend starts throwing up and then she goes away to some random country...so he proceeds to sulk and be overdramatic for the rest of the song. Wow. I'm not impressed.

And I do get love at first sight, but also I don't ..you cannot say you met and lost the love of your life in such ridiculous circumstances and expect me to feel sorry for you!

Also...the ending with the "Happiness ain’t real for people like me, and love ain’t real for people like me".

Not considering the very queer implications that such lyrics do have (as directly mentioned to bojan himself on IG), for them to really resonate to a wider audience and to mean something you have to build a story around them, not just throw them at us after the most bland pseudo-romantic encounter!

On this very same concept I suggest you to listen to "I know it's over" by the Smiths... I may have spent several nights crying while listening to this song in 2007. Thank me later.

Love is natural and real

But not for you, my love

Not tonight, my love

Love is natural and real

But not for such as you and I, my love

One last comment about the singing...I feel like Žare Is possessing me, but can bojan stop impersonating any cool British singer he likes when he sings in English? And stop making that fake accent?! I seriously had to stop listening the first time because i was cringing too much...

((literally the only English song I love Is Schlager (and partially Everybody's waiting, which is at least musically interesting)...if they didn't include it in the album JFC)

Tldr: I'm very disappointed with JO last single and I fear they should stick to Slovenian and Serbian to stop wasting good tunes over bland lyrics and unimpressive singing

#I say all this while loving Bojan #he's always been my favourite that's why it hurts #joker out #stephanie

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girlactionfigure · 7 months ago

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🟡 ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

Morning Report - Tuesday

▪️A HERO SOLDIER HAS FALLEN.. Yehuda Geto, 20, from Pardes Hana-Karkur, fell in battle in Tulkarm, Samaria. May his family be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem, and may G-d avenge his blood!

.. a bomb exploded on a Panther APC that stopped and unloaded in Nur al Shams, Tulkarm. There was the driver and a commander from the Duvdvan unit in the vehicle, the rest of the fighters unloaded before the explosion. The Panther was parked in an area where there was no fear of explosives (that is, there was no intelligence information about suspected explosives) and therefore the road was not scrapped by a D9. The driver was killed and the commander was seriously injured.

▪️GERMAN PAPER SAYS - WAR WITH LEBANON IN 2 WEEKS.. According to its sources, the German newspaper "Bild" (the most widely read newspaper in Germany) reports that Israel will launch a full-scale war against Hezbollah in the second half of July if Hezbollah does not cease its attacks. (( I always rely on foreign media for knowing when a war will start. ))

▪️US QUIETLY THREATENS.. The US military released photos of the Eisenhower aircraft carrier strike group together with the USS Wasp amphibious attack ship and the British Navy ship HMS Duncan in the waters of the Mediterranean.

.. Related: Houthis threaten to attack US carrier strike group coming to replace the Eisenhower in the Red Sea / Gulf of Aden area. "Any aircraft carrier that enters the Red Sea will become our main target.”

▪️TEL AVIV RELIGIOUS CONTRAVERSY.. The Municipality of Tel Aviv responded negatively to the request of the Hotam organization to hold a segregated outdoor prayer on Rosh Chodesh (the new Jewish month) in the exact same place where Israeli-Arab Muslims were permitted for an outdoor segregated prayer session.

▪️PEACE POLITICS.. MK Ayman Odeh, chairman of Israeli-Arab party Hadash Ta’al: "the peace camp is waking up and calling with all its might to stop the war immediately." (( Nobody wants war, but we want our children burned to death and women raped to death less. As long as the enemy is committed to slaughtering us and trying to do so, peace is not an option. ))

▪️US ARMS DELAYS - AGAIN.. Israel submitted a request to the Americans to purchase combat helicopters, but the administration is delaying the request.

▪️DRUG DANGER.. wave of hospitalizations: young people seriously injured with 1 death by using fake vapes that pretend to contain cannabis but in fact contain dangerous synthetic drug "nice guy" synthetic cannabinoids. Symptoms: convulsions and agitation. These fake vapes are sold in Israel mainly through Telegram and are illegal. They are packed in colorful packages impersonating well-known brands. False claims such as "contains 78.5% THC" and "Made in the Netherlands" appear on the packaging.

▪️ISRAELI AID.. Electricity returns to Gaza: operation of a sewage and water desalination plant "directly from Israeli electricity”.

▪️HIGH COURT HEARING TO REQUIRE MEDICAL TREATMENT IN ISRAEL FOR GAZANS.. Yesterday at the hearing on the introduction of a population that supports terrorism and is holding our hostages into medical treatment in Israel, the audience in the courtroom shouted ‘shame! shame!’ The judges shifted uncomfortably.

♦️IDF firing artillery shelling in Nuserat.

⭕ HOUTHI MASS SHIP ATTACK CLAIM.. The Houthis claim to have attacked four ships associated with the US, UK and Israel - in the Indian Ocean, the Arabian Sea, the Red Sea and the Mediterranean. No confirming reports, particularly about the Mediterranean.

#Israel #October 7 #IDF #Hamas Massacre #RealTimeUpdates #Hezbollah #Gaza #Israel/HamasWar

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itsnotablogsblog · 1 month ago

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CUNTY OMENS TO CATATONIC DISASTER

TO PEOPLE IMPERSONATING NOAH Sebastian?

Featuring : @catatonic_peace on x and @theoverglow

Welcome back to another rant. You know from what I get these types of people aren’t the greatest.

First off there’s reasons why I don’t like these people

THE STUPIDITY

Obviously.

Like seriously. Get a fucking grip. You tend to bully people online because of their opinions and what they have to say? You fucking babies.

I’m surprised that even Noah doesn’t even have a single fuck of who you guys are and yet you tend to pose as if things will “get worse”

YOU GUYS TAKE OFFENSE

I’m actually sort of surprised. You don’t like people because of what they say or do, and let me tell you, it’s very very amusing to see.

You guys tend to not embarrass yourselves because you don’t want your ugly side to be seen.

What a shame.

Hi, hello. Welcome back to another rant 😃

Honestly to be fair, I wasn’t going to post anything this month, but you guys made me so here’s the tea about what’s been going on recently.

SOMEONES INPERSONATING NOAH SEBASTIAN

I’m not quite sure who it is exactly, but word on the street or I should say internet there’s been a little busy bee trying to carry tea to our little own world of Bad Omens.

But here’s the problem. To me honestly it’s not a big deal whether or not we disagree with one thing or another.

What the problem is with people is their way of character and their own personality that makes me very bothered.

Of course there’s people who get tattoos and whatever else of their favorite band and shit like that.

But when it comes to one person in particular, well that’s kind of the odd placement.

But who in their right mind dresses like Noah Fucking Sebastian and wants to be exactly like him?

Doesn’t that bother anyone?

I definitely find it creepy you savage like fans want nothing but this man to notice you. You know how creepy that feels.

There’s also been a rumor that someone has the same tattoo as Noah.

But anyway.

I would say that in this case impersonating someone famous isn’t always a good thing.

Just because of what happened with the Ariana Grande impersonator. Yeah that didn’t end well. She got banned from social media and most of it was on Tik Tok.

Ariana took notice and she did not like it one bit.

Now let’s say that Noah sees this.

There are reasons to why it’s creepy and very disturbing for fans to actually buy the same clothing as their favorite singer.

But having the same tattoos?

Really?

You guys are causing me a headache.

There’s a line from being an fan girl and actually having fun and supporting your favorite band or artist

And then there’s the obsession line.

This is purely obsession. There is an entire effect. Doesn’t matter how you think or act on it.

Also these tea blogs that spread Noah’s info, and then tell it to the whole fanbase. I mean are you guys really going to keep it a “secret” that you guys only know? Because that right there I mean technically you aren’t leaving the man alone.

No one should know this much information about ONE SPECIFIC PERSON. Ya fucking nutjobs

Go suck on someone else’s binky.

CATATONIC_PEACE? Yeah in their fucked up peace of mind.

She doesn’t seem nice. Turns out I was wrong you’re nothing but a jerk to people who take offense in quoting things on your post.

Also why are you defending someone who doesn’t even know you exist? No one even likes your ass.

If you want me to be honest with you. Then here it is.

I don’t associate with assholes. You seem like you got your ass stuck way up in your face to see that.

Also, I think you’re really annoying.

But I don’t wanna be rude or an ass, it’s just you two are really a pain in the fucking ass.

And since this fandom is toxic as shit, I don’t think you two are really fans. It’s simple. You sass everyone around including yourselves

Also if I don’t know shit how else do you think I know shit? You don’t even know shit. So stop saying shit you ass.

But hey small world we live in.

Anyways, if it’s better for you to block people you really dislike maybe don’t make it too obvious that you hate them.

Oh and

THE OVERGLOW

This shows that you have some sort of problem with people who you don’t even know.

You like to make fun of people. You like to humiliate others by posting their social media all over twitter just because you like making fun of them. That’s not nice at all dude. It shows that somehow you are childish and aren’t mature enough to even consider yourself a good person.

What is there to gain? You have what? 1.1k followers on your Twitter account, and just post nothing but Bad Omens content and Noah Sebastian?

Ridiculous.

Also is this you?

You state you don’t hate the person. But what about you?

Also “THE CUNTY NOAH??” Oomph you’re some next level of cunt that’s for sure. If you don’t hate the person then why tweet out that you clearly don’t like them for a specific purpose? You shitiot.

God. What a nutcase.

Actually if you hate someone so much, why the fuck would you humiliate them in front of billions of people who don’t even know her? Who the fuck do you think you are?

Humiliating someone on tumblr too? Wait actually that was your group of friends who decided to take things to your “secret” tumblr account. What was it?

Oh yeah.

OMENSANDMORE. Wow who knew.

Anyways.

I mean I would go on and on about what I dislike about you but considering the way you attract people and tell them and try to make them feel like a total shit head, I think it’s you. Which makes you a very disrespectful person.

What do you gain here actually?

You and catatonic ratpiss, aren’t good people.

You guys would rather make fun of a person than getting to know the person.

Wait actually there’s more.

BAD OMENS TWITTER HAS NO OWNER YOU FUCKS

That’s right. Twitter has no owner. And whatever you guys are doing to keep sucking twitters dick is basically nutting off of Noah Sebastian.

To see who the “better leader” is.

The only owner is Elon Musk.

You guys dominate it as your own territory where specific people you like can only comment on whatever shit you guys are on.

So who has the bigger dick?

No one actually. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions and views on anything.

You guys take everything so serious that half of the other fans who ARE ACTUALLY SANE AND NOT DELULU See you guys as nut fucks.

You are no one.

CUNTY FANS?

Well the question isn’t the answer.

There’s always going to be cunty people on social media.

Why cunty you say?

Well let’s see.

They think they’re the top dogs of everything and say they own a part of social media. Which isn’t true.

Cunty = being a baffoon. A clown. A bitch. Anything in between.

Honestly if there isn’t any respect in this fandom at all then what is the fucking standpoint to any of this?

Obviously there isn’t none because it’s been happening a lot lately. You guys keep it toxic. You want the drama, you want the tea?

Then come pick up your plate and serve it on the table for everyone to see.

You want toxic fanbase. Great. Go pick it up with your own two hands and suck everyone off.

Manipulate them into thinking you’re the better person, because you aren’t.

#bad omens #bad omens cult #spill the tea #drama #badomens Twitter #noah sebastian #jolly karlsson #badomenstea #nick folio #noah sebastian davis

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dreadful-arachnid · 2 years ago

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“I just think it would be a good idea!” MK insisted loudly, pushing at Wukong with all his might, barely even budging the king.

“It’s a horrible idea, kid,” Wukong said, for about the tenth time. MK pouted up at Wukong, slumping against him.

“Please, Monkey King? You and Macaque need to sort out…whatever is going on! Macaque’s cool now! So you two should be cool.” Wukong scowled at MK, blinking a few times.

“No.” MK pouted, doing his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. Wukong turned from it. “No, bud, Macaque and I have differences we can’t sort out through just talking. Thousands of years of unsolved conflict can’t be fixed with a conversation.”

“Sure it Can! Anything can be fixed through good ole communication!” MK insisted. “You have to, Macaque already agreed!” Wukong craned a brow, doubting this.

This information wasn’t technically true, as Macaque had to be convinced by means of bribery of free noodles a month. Pigsy wasn’t made aware of this in the slightest. He’d cope.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” MK said, nodding repeatedly to emphasize his point. Wukong groaned slightly, rubbing his hand down his face.

“Fine. Fine. But when it ends in a fight, I’m blaming you, bud,” Wukong said, ruffling MK’s hair slightly. MK grinned wide before tugging Wukong off to the waterfall entrance of his home. Wukong stopped once he saw Macaque calmly leaning against a tree just outside the waterfall.

“You brought him here?”

“I mean, less flying for you?” MK attempted to sweetens before interjecting with, “You already agreed!” Wukong groaned and MK finished tugging his mentor out from the waterfall. Macaque lifted his gaze boredly, tilting his head instantly as his eyes locked onto MK and Wukong. A smirk grew on his lips.

“Wow, you actually agreed? I’m shocked.” Wukong let his eyes roll, arms crossing defensively.

“Still letting anyone tell you what to do, I see, you don’t change much,” Wukong said before sticking his tongue out. Macaque’s face twitched with anger, but MK stepped between them.

“Peace talks! Peace talks! Communication,” he said, elongating the final word, circling his hands for emphasis. Macaque squinted.

“Wukong’s pride precedes him, nothing productive will come from this, kid,” Macaque sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Oh I’ll show you-”

“Hey! You both said you’d try!” Wukong scrunched his face up, tail flicking angrily.

“Fine,” Wukong spat.

“Fine,” Macaque returned in a mocking tone, and both monkeys shot each other a glare.

“Okay okay, so, Macaque, you go first.”

“Doing what?” Macaque grumbled.

“Saying your…grievances! Like what makes your guys’ relationship so rocky for you, you go first,” MK insisted, stepping out from between them with a wide grin. Macaque blinked before turning on Wukong.

“You killed me,” he snarled instantly, and Wukong returned the glare, missing the way MK shot his gaze between the two, completely unaware of this fact.

“After you impersonated me, attacked my master at the time, and stole all of his belongings, and then you tricked my people and got one of them killed!” Wukong returned, escalating. Macaque tossed his arms out, scoffing.

“You know I did that because you betrayed us, you betrayed your brothers. You became a servant of the celestial realm, of course I was going to do something!” Macaque snapped back, squinting. “You left us, you left me for some stupid pilgrimage and- and you betrayed us!” Macaque heaved for breath, not wishing to talk anymore.

“We lost, what was I meant to do?” Wukong attempted at keeping the anger behind his voice, but guilt was beginning to pick at his skin. “You left me too, Liù, I was trapped for thousands of years thinking you would come help me and you left me there to rot.”

MK pursed his lips awkwardly as he took a few steps back, sensing this topic of conversation was reaching a private point. Going unnoticed, he shifted to a hawk, soaring away from the conversation. He couldn’t wait to tell Mei his complete and total success.

“How was I meant to know,” Macaque said sharply, refusing to look at Wukong. Wukong took a step closer, anger rising.

“You hear practically everything, that’s your thing! What do you mean how were you meant to know! You knew I was trapped under that mountain, I cursed the gods for days, theres no way you didn’t hear me!” Macaque’s brows twitched with a twang of guilt, letting his eyes flick over Wukong. Wukong’s eyes were wet with not yet fallen tears, body shaking slightly with anger. “Out of all of them, I expected you to come help me, to understand. But no. You left me.”

“You left me!” Macaque returned, thrusting his arms out. “Brotherhood be damned, you left me!”

“I didn’t plan on it!” Wukong caught his breath, taking a hand through his hair. “I was never- I never wanted to leave, Liù, I-” He drug his hand down over his face. “Just leave, Macaque, this was a shit idea.” Macaque scoffed, turning to hide how he wiped away a stray tear.

“Of course. Too haughty to own up to your own mistakes,” Macaque hissed. Wukong’s face scrunched up.

“I can say the same for you.” Macaque flinched before whipping around.

“Fine, Sun, I’m sorry that I didn’t come save you after I heard you scream for months on end about how I’ll go help you, sorry I didn’t because we all knew you were set to betray us, I’m sorry, Sun. Is that what you want?” Wukong swallowed, not meeting Macaque’s gaze. He scoffed. “Of course. I don’t know what I expected.” He jabbed Wukong in the chest. “And I’m sorry for getting one of your people killed but I won’t apologize for fucking with servants of the celestial realm.” He turned on his heel, a mass of shadow forming on the tree to his right in order for him to make an exit.

“I-I’m sorry too,” Wukong whispered, so low that no body but Macaque could ever hear it. Macaque froze. “For- for hurting you.” Silence hung above the both of them, and Macaque sighed.

“See you, Wukong.” Macaque slipped through the shadow, and Wukong sunk in on himself, groaning as he scrubbed tears off his face.

“Damned kid, making me talk about my issues,” Wukong grumbled as he trudged behind the waterfall once again. “That did nothing helpful, what was he even thinking.”

During their next ‘Monkie Crew’ hang out (Mei and MK put together their collective braincell to create such a name), the two monkeys don’t utter a word to each other, and everyone turned on MK as if saying “you made it worse”, but MK took it as a win, considering not even a few moments later, Wukong tossed a bag of peach chips to the other, sparing an unsure smile. It was ten times better than loudly arguing every time they’re together.

And if they continue to privately work out their issues together, that’s none of MK’s business.

#lego monkie kid #lmk mei #lmk monkey king #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk mk #shadowpeach #sun wukong #six eared macaque #this has been in my head since I saw a fanart of when sun was trapped under the mountain talking about mac and I just had to

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Erazor Djinn might actually be one of my favorite Sonic villains, and it's mostly because of how he interacts with Sonic.

He's so arrogant and selfish, he's got the power to back it up, he's a total monster to Shahra, and he's one of the few people who can REALLY push Sonic's buttons. For most of the game, he has the upper hand, and all Sonic can do is keep his head up. In all their interactions, Sonic is just full of contempt for the guy - listen to Jason's line deliveries, and the aggressive and competitive tone of the boss theme "It Has Come To This". It's not like Eggman where Sonic's lowkey fascinated by him, or The End where it's an impersonal force of nature... Sonic knows Erazor is a simply terrible man who is far beyond redemption, and who must be stopped and punished. And once he finally beats Erazor, he styles on him a little bit, but ultimately takes him as a serious threat until he is finally done for.

Underrated villain. Maybe his hammy voice acting made people not take him seriously.

#erazor djinn #sonic and the secret rings #sonic #journal

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ezlebe · 2 years ago

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Day 7 - Hugging

Tom looks up, as Greg enters the break room, offering a nod. “Morning, there.”

“Hey,” Greg says, wandering over to the counter with a serious peer at the breakfast trays. He picks out a cinnamon donut of some sort, breaking out into pieces, as he turns around, “Do you want… Oh, shi-shit – it’s the day, huh?”

Tom slips a mug under the coffee machine. “Yep,” he says, absently, as he reaches out and plucks a chunk of donut from Greg’s lax hand, while he presses the farthest button on the coffee machine. “You want one?”

“Wow, it’s really happening?” Greg says, voice lifting, and he doesn’t really seem to be talking about the coffee. He appears to square his shoulders, bracing for something, “If you like, you know, need anything? I’m your guy, right?”

“Sure are?” Tom says, looking down at the coffee machine, as it sputters out and hisses a weak stream of pressed, packaged coffee. “That was the deal.”

“Seriously! Really, I know it’s been a-a difficult journey,” Greg says, now far more than a bit patronizing, as the smile thins a bit across his face. He leans in, all of a sudden, wrapping both his arms awkwardly around Tom and undoubtedly leaving a steak of cinnamon sugar across his suit. “But it’ll get better.”

Tom realizes that he’s impersonating a statue only after Greg pulls back, as he stares for a pair of beats, ignoring the way his shoulders seem to impossibly retain the heat from Greg’s abrupt hug.

“I know I haven’t been –” Greg jerks, back straightening, and seems yanked out of his odd little diatribe. “Oh, that’s Yousef.”

Tom feels a bemused moue settle across his mouth as he watches Greg hurry out of the door with his phone at his ear. He exhales slowly, glancing toward the trays, as he lifts a hand to scratch at his chin.

Did Greg do something?

Tom can’t think of a reason that he’d need some extra gentle handling, which is offensive to begin with, but maybe not without some precedent. The only thing about that, specifically, is Tom never really sees it coming until afterward, and he’s pretty sure Greg isn’t fucking psychic, so it must have something to do with him, but what? The corporate drama has cooled down to non-nuclear proportions.

He really can’t think of a fucking…

What if it’s quitting? Tom hasn’t checked his –

No. He doesn’t have an emailed resignation sitting like a bomb in his inbox, though that’s not really a surprise, since he hasn’t historically been great about – Well, except Greg seems to think Tom knows about it?

Tom checks his calendar, nothing; private calendar, nothing; the various PGM-ownedwebsites… Nothing.

Greg could just be being fucking weird. It could be he listened to one of his dork actualization podcasts and it said to… who knows, let people know you have value, or some crunchy bullshit.

It’s exacerbated already by mid-day.

…Or it’s all the same.

It’s damned difficult to pin down, really, because Tom doesn’t actually know what he’s even trying to dodge. He messages Greg about lunch, because he does every single day, only to get another hug, in the lobby, like it’s been more than three hours since the last one. Greg follows it up with a pat his arm, as they sit at their table to ear, squeezing it down to the wrist, prompting Tom, to some great and powerful mortification, to suffer his face heating with a flush.

Did someone die? Tom cannot think of a single person he’d give a shit about shuffling off the mortal coil that Greg would know, aside for him, and he’s definitely still around being a bewildering presence and making faces when Tom orders his lunch for him. He maybe said he’d stop doing that, sure, but that was before Greg started up his mindfuck.

“Do you feel any different?” Greg asks, as he picks at his fries, mixing together the speciality aoili and ketchup, because he’s a heathen. “Like… lighter, I guess?”

Tom glances down at his chest, feeling his mouth somewhat flatten; he’s lost a little weight recently, but he didn’t think it was noticeable. Does he look sick? Does Greg think he has the big C?

Tom steps out of the building onto the sidewalk with a nod to Greg, who’s fumbling typically at putting his cigarettes back into his murse. It’s another every day occurrence, mundane and comforting, to taunt Greg about leaving minutes early to eek in a last paid smoke break. He lifts a hand, clearing his throat, “Warming your lungs up for the marathon walk home?”

Greg pauses buttoning his bag with a glance up. He abruptly reaches over, as the doors close behind them, to offer an one-armed hug out here on the sidewalk. His voice pitches into a now-familiar patronizing chirp, “We should do something; you like totally held it together all day, man.”

Tom blinks over Greg’s shoulder and feels his posture briefly slump, trying hard to be irked, but finding some difficulty while leaning into Greg with a drawn out sigh. “Alright, enough,” he says, wriggling away and holding Greg out in front of him with outstretched arms. “Stop it – what the hell are you coddling me for?”

“Oh-h, you know,” Greg says, reaching up and scratching between his brows while his eyes dart away and back to Tom. “First day without the ol’ ring?”

“My ring – ?” Tom says, looking down at his hand on Greg’s shoulder and focusing on the tanline around his finger. “Right, I…” He had been conflicted this morning about it, because while the paperwork is drawn up, it’s hasn’t been signed, so he’s still married. He totally forgot about that in record time, because Greg distracted him over… it, apparently, which is sort of fittingly bizarre. “It was actually easy, ye of little fucking faith.”

Greg furrows his brows in a particularly dubious way. “Was it?”

Tom stretches his fingers out with a tight chuckle, then lifts it to wave between them. “You know what a Pyrrhic victory is, bud?”

“Yeah?” Greg says, eyes lifting with the movement, then he takes a quietly sharp breath. He briefly grimaces before it quickly slips behind a more mild frown. “Oh.”

“I don’t know what you’re thinking – the marriage, or the divorce, or the… way I asked for one?” Tom says, feeling his mouth pull to the side in a crooked grimace. “But I’m blanket statement-ing the lot of it. No more dragging around a shiny platinum albatross.”

Greg nods with a drop of his chin, brow furrowing, then looks back up to Tom’s face. “I prefer you without it, too.”

Tom exhales a weak scoff, as he squeezes his hand into a fist. He feels his face heat for the second time today; what is he, twelve?

#tomgreg #tomgregweek #credit to hotgirlhirsch for the plot idea

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real-total-drama-takes · 6 months ago

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Okay I think rather than replying individually to every single person it would be better if I complied everything into one take

if you guys can't handle me at my coderra takes, you don't deserve me at my reboot takes /j, but in all seriousness while no I don't "love the male stalker trope"/think coderra is the healthiest ship (or healthy in canon whatsoever aside from the last 3 or so episodes of WT)/whatever other bs people tried to impersonate me with back in december, I've always been a coderra shipper & will bring up my defenses of the pairing if prompted, idk why this is news to some people

first off, worm anon & watermelon anon, yes I would ship them if the genders were reversed. Genders aren't really a factor when it comes to my opinions of ships, like as a trans person I don't really like hearing "oh I'm ok with x if one gender does it but not another" because like I'm the same person I was prior to me transitioning, I don't want to be treated any differently because I present masculine instead of feminine now. I absolutley would ship coderra if everything was exactly the same but Sierra was male and Cody was female. The closest thing we have to a genderswapped coderra in canon is gwody and while I don't care about gen 1 enough anymore to activley ship any gen 1 pairings aside from coderra and maybe gwourtney, I do find gwody kinda cute actually and like it as a secondary ship/brotp

https://www.tumblr.com/real-total-drama-takes/757942733215301632/not-to-add-to-proshipcourse-bc-its-driving-me-nuts?source=share this anon is particularly based and kinda already said a good chunk of what I want to say, but TLDR, so long as a pairing isn't activley harming anyone you shouldn't really be shitting on people for liking what they like. Literally the most I've done for coderra is write a couple fanfics about them, comission coderra fanart and create a list of hcs and I really fail to see how that's somehow problematic. Again, if this was like an incest/pedo pairing or some shit like that I'd get it but coderra hurts no one

gonna be real with you guys I started shipping coderra back in 2016 when I was a literal middle schooler who just didn't really understand the negative connotations with it because I didn't know anything about stalking; Sierra was my favorite character because I thought she was funny and occasionally relatable and thus chose to ship her with her canon love interest because I wanted to see her happy. Yeah I lost interest in TD in mid 2018 and didn't get back into it until late 2021 but I've still been shipping coderra for a long ass time and it's kinda hard to let pairings go when you've spent years creating a version of them in your head that's special to you, even if you've grown to realize they have problematic elements to them with time. I'm sorry if my coderra defenses have offended anyone and I've met some really cool people through this app and blog (tbh I wish I could actually like start friendships with my moots I just don't have the balls to ask), the last thing I want to do is like activley hurt anyone and I can stop sending in coderra takes if it's really bugging people that much. Regardless tho, I'm not gonna stop shipping the pairing itself over pointless discourse lastly "catnon has been really quiet huh" I'm not trying to be rude but have you considered I'm 21 years old with a life outside of social media. Like I get some of you are young and have a surplus of free time currently with it being summer break and all but please like in general can we normalize giving people at least a day to reply to stuff? thanks

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#fandom takes #coderra #catnon

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issuesdolly · 8 months ago

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VERY sad recent personal experience- need to vent

hey folks.... I had to vent to the empty Tumblr space about a very upsetting/confusing recent experience. I have a TikTok where I make JD/Korn related content as well as vids of myself about my life and some comedy stuff of me.

Well, few months ago, a guy found my videos and followed me and seemed to care deeply about the health advocacy videos I put up regarding my terminal + chronic pain illness. He invited me to speak with him and after seeing him on vid + in person, he looked VERY VERY SIMILAR to Jonathan Davis in his 30s... as well as being a huge JD/Korn fan. So yeah him 36 me 33.... living nearby each other. He could even do some good JD vocal immitations when we'd be singing along to the songs together and stuff lol. So.... y'all can imagine how that made me feel lol.

He told me for months he thought I'm beautiful... that he likes me and wanted to get into a relationship. I was pretty much blown away. I was like "seriously????" cuz... it felt like a dream or something haha. I explain over and over again about my failing health and educated him on all that is wrong with me.. testing him....and he was still supportive saying he accepts that that's where it's at for me and still wants to be with me. When I'd had worse flairups he said lovely things like "I wish I could take your pain away," and I would say stuff like "you do... as much as anyone can." Which was true. I was falling for him for sure.

We started spending more time together and he started talking about wanting to hook up. Obviously, I wanted that more than ANYTHING IN THE WORLD HAHA. But... I got scared saying "you are extremely attractive to me but I'm afraid to just hook up.... I'd like to get to know you better first??" because believe it or not... as pervy as I am in my writing, I'm VERY careful in my real life where my physical safety/men are concerned. And where my heart is concerned.

BECAUSE this guy was SO good looking I had to think "I wonder how many women/people he's trying this with????" Him being single and wanting to spend his life with a dying lady seemed too good to be true. He also spends a lot of time out with friends and going to concerts and clubs while I'm bedridden so I had to wonder what he's really up to when I'm not around. Basically I was being appropriately skeptical. And also didn't want to get heartbroken if he saw the vulnerability of my situation knowing I'm very sick/depressed and he reminds me of JD.

I admitted I'm VERY attracted to him and definitely want to fuck him lol.... but want to be careful and spend more time with him before getting into that.

Obviously after I wasn't moving "fast" enough... the JD- lookalike guy has kinda stopped responding to my messages or caring as much. He went from bombarding me with conversation to ghosting for days. Which obviously means he never cared about my health problems + life in the first place. I've been pretty devastated...Since obviously my fondest hope before death would be to meet someone awesome who REMINDS me of Jonathan or the things I like about Jonathan (or at least appreciates his music).. Feeling STUPID and pretty heartbroken. I was with one man for 10 years and that relationship ended this February but what has transpired now has actually cut me deeper than the end of my 10-year relationship.

Also this JD look alike guy has been the ODDEST experience of my life too BTW.

NOT even kidding that dude:

-came out of nowhere.. messaged me

-pursued ME not the other way around

- looked JUST like Jonathan besides dreads but he has long black hair, thick rim black glasses, same height/build/facial hair and how he had it cut. I even asked friends and family showing them pics like "AM I NUTS OR DOES HE LOOK LIKE JONATHAN????" and they were like "he could be a fucking impersonator of early 2000s JD . WTF no you're not nuts"

And yeah this dude spent months acting like he cared about me saying stuff like "I'm always here for you... you can always reach out to me...." "Anyone who loved you would never leave you due to poor health and I accept your health problems and still REALLY like you and want to be with you" or "I'm grateful you're in the world don't give up." FML.

#jd korn #jonathan davis #jon davis #jonathan davis korn

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pivotalmark · 2 years ago

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SOME NEAT LITTLE MERMAID FACTS FROM THE BOOK I GOT : ( they are canon for my muses )

According to my book I got about the movie, which is mostly just like a 'research book about merpeople', it says that sirens have different types of song — luring, crashing boats, healing, good luck, shark luring, aaand sleeping songs. Along with just love songs to make people like them. so when sebastian reprimands ariel for using her 'siren song' on eric on the beach , she literally resurrected him from drowning with a healing song.

They also really love the moon bc of the whole tide thing -- they hold festivals for each phase of the moon &* sun, mostly in different regions. they have really cute traditions &* ways of greeting each other in each of the seas , which are all ruled by one of the 7 daughters.

For context left to right , Karina rules the Saithe, or Dark, sea where it's very cold and mostly covered in ice. she's very reclusive &* prefers animals, &* is known for being very decisive &* leaning on her intuition. (Arctic esque) Ariel is the ruler of the Carinae Sea where it's very warm and tropical, though technically she lives in Triton's domain &* lives in his palace . (Caribbean islands esque) She's very sensitive &* kind hearted , and obsessed with reconnecting with the human world. she is renowned for her siren song strength. Indira rules the Brinedive sea , where it is shallow , sunny , &* hot . (Indian-esque) she is said to be the most generous of her sisters and leads with kindness. she is an excellent debater &* diplomat . Caspia rules the Apneic sea , where the waters are 'brackish &* murky' , with rocky islands &* sometimes snow. ( Europe-esque. ) She's selfless &* serves others before herself. She rarely leaves except for mandatory gatherings with her family. she is very protective of coral. Tamika rules the Fracus sea , where the water is clear and sunlit and filled with coral and bright fish. (Africa esque) She is the most tactical of the sisters and rules with an iron fist. She's a strong warrior and once wrestled a tiger shark into submission. Mala rules the Chaine sea , where the waters are full of islands , shoals , and cays . (Asia esque) She is fiercely protective of her waters and the coral in them. She used to send messages to humans before her father forbade it. Perla is the ruler of the Piton sea , where the waters are temperate , but very , very deep . ( i don't know what to compare this one to honestly. mid ocean horrible creatures are down there area. seriously -- they say sea dragons fuck around down there. ) She is the most charismatic and radiates warmth &* charm.

Apparently some mermaids get superpowers. Especially Royal mermaids. Like mindreading or extra skills musically like being able to play an instrument endlessly without tiring. ( there's a legend that one of ariel's sisters was kidnapped for her ability to play the harp endlessly &* triton straight up tsunami'd the town to get her back , but she played for like 5 days straight before that. )

there's actually a few legends on the book that every mermaid knows about ! there was a gay one and it made me scream. went along the lines of , a mermaid wanted a fisherman dead bc he was overfishing and dumping in the ocean , so she got a magic sharp shell that will 'take his heart' but couldn't bring herself to kill the guy , so she asked her merman friend , who agreed bc he's all cold and heartless. he goes to kill the fisherman , but they lock eyes &* fall in love instantly &* hAHA HE TOOK HIS HEART GET IT

Ursula is tridents younger sister and responsible for the sea queens death, though she did not kill her on purpose nor really intend for her to die , but she did nothing to stop it. She impersonated the Sea Queen so she could go fuck with a boat that was annoying Ursula , then she got trapped in a net &* the real sea queen came to free her , but in the mix up , the sea queen was harpooned instead of ursula . Ursula was thus banned from the castle and from seeing her neices .

Also, Ursula is the only known octopus hybrid.

#there wasn't too much more but its a fun book to have for like mermaid world references to their culture and what not !!#it's called uhhhh #' guide to merfolk ' !#⊰ ooc ⋮ have a little hope

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hortaheart · 7 months ago

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My feelings on him flip flop depending on the episode, but mostly I hate him for how he treats B'Elanna, and how he hogs screentime despite being a boring character. Like, he was clearly put there to be the Obligatory White Guy for white male viewers to relate to, his interests and attitude and father issues all scream Everyman. And I really resent that! I wish Star Trek, and TV, had been past that already!

Basically every other character is more interesting than him, not to mention his holodeck activities are boring as hell and take up so much screentime. It's really grating to have to watch a recreation of an old sexist sci-fi program in the show that was supposed to be landmark for women. It feels like paying a toll or something. It sucks. It's just not funny.

Not to mention, so much of his character is not taking other people's feelings seriously. (Unless intensely convinced.) He's always making fun of B'Elanna for what he perceives as her "Klingon traits" (wildly exaggerated regular human behavior and straight up not true) and it is really racist! They present it like the rhetorical boy tugging on a girl's pigtails on the playground because he likes her, as if it's harmless and charming.

When, in "Lineage", we can see how much that exact behavior was really traumatizing for her in her childhood. (Not that we needed A Backstory to recognize his behavior as wrong, it just hits way worse after seeing that.) It's also funny, because "Lineage" is the only episode that I feel successfully portrays their relationship positively and meaningfully. But it simply can't erase all his behavior towards her in previous episodes.

It's actually wild how differently his character is written when he's Joking and you're supposed to laugh along, and when he's Serious and you're supposed to take his caring seriously. B'Elanna is easily hurt by his jokes and flippant attitude towards her, but he never stops. And when he finally is sweet in An Important Moment, how are we supposed to take that total dissonance seriously? There's no consistency or accountability! It's frankly reminiscent of sexist old sitcom couples! She’s treated badly for jokes, and then connects with him in “heartwarming” moments later that don’t address the mistreatment at all!

I'm particularly horrified by how in "Infinite Regress" when Seven is possessed by the memories of a Klingon Warrior and makes unwanted advances on B'Elanna, she asks Seven if Tom put her up to it.

That one line hit me so hard. He's supposed to be the closest person to her on the ship, someone who she can rely on to care about her, and he acts so badly that she thinks he might get a socially inexperienced friend to impersonate her species and sexually harass her? As a horrible prank? Like. Jesus Christ.

Wow I didn't expect this to become an essay. Honestly, generally my attitude toward him is he's Fine. He's Okay. He's got plenty of good moments and a couple good episodes. He can actually be a little funny on occasion. But you asked for reasons why I hate him, and well... Turns out there's a lot. Lol.

(And I wasn’t gonna actually post this, but I just saw more defensiveness over him and, ugh. Some people are so incredibly, easily dismissive of others earnest analysis of racism and misogyny, like it’s just meaningless because he acted nice in two episodes. Or because they’re projecting ulterior motives on the people who take issue with it.

I understand when accepting criticism of something one enjoys makes one enjoy it less, but that’s something to grow past, not indulge. It’s never okay to dismiss people’s complaints about bigotry without even trying to take them seriously, just because a person has a favorite. It’s so frustrating to see that behavior in people who do care about the bigotry in the show, but only when it doesn’t conflict with their preferences.)

Voyager fandom, please explain to me why you hate Tom Paris.

Genuinely asking after seeing the results of that poll. Please, gimme the reasons.

#like you can like him it’s fine. it’s literally fine. but don’t come into these conversations just to tell people to shut up. like. come on #voy #SORRY OP I HAD TWO DIFFERENT POSTS THAT MADE ME MAD AND DECIDED TO PICK THE ONE LESS LIKELY TO GET ME INTO AN ACTUAL ARGUMENT #TO INDIRECTLY RESPOND TO.#I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND. KIND REGARDS #tom paris

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rennyji · 1 year ago

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painting a picture -- sorry not my favorite post to point to -- has to be said

So my mom has been unexpectedly off or on leave from work.

Is it to incite grievances one way or the other to further a project by creating a setting?

Is it because I’m writing about my situation and that implies I’m less hinged?

Do the orchestrators think that they can show utmost care to situation by leaving mom off when Renny is writing?

You screw my head, put me through shock therapy 20 times, notify people of me regardless of which external setting, and you think people are retarded to believe you were careful, Mr/Mrs Orchestrator?

But I could be wrong. I’m pretty pissed with my decade plus long situation. The orchestrators already pulled the most unbelievable situation.

Hey caring b*stards! in the orchestrators Did you think about what that leads the mind to wonder about, when you turn everything upside down?

How are you going to justify frying my brain 20 times with electro convulsive therapy? Where was your caring mindset…but wai, I'm still unsure if the extended leave my mom is taking, is about a facade to indicate care from the orchestrator's possible directive.

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You know what else slips, in terms of detail, through everyday interactions?

The woman who allegedly hijacked my call to the FBI happened to be of a black accent as she screamed “stop calling us” while impersonating the FBI. The FBI is expected to be trained for the psychology of difficult situations or people. And they’re yelling “stop calling” without any input from me doesn't imply compassion, but aggression.

But then this is the world we live in…you have a mob of people robbing an Apple Store in Philadelphia.

Congress, society’s elite, breaks into fist fights.

Someone in court, was reported by the news, as jumping or pouring on the overseeing judge.

Is it too much of a stretch to assume kids that I complained about, or people I complained about, ages ago, were given unprecedented access to high end technology?

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What do other people get from my situation? Normally, by knowing what’s possible and impossible, legal and illegal, people get sanity and structure to their lives. Doesn't doing this to my life, leaving me an opportunity in history or a Guinness book, doesn't this uproot how people understand their lives?

What does my situation do for me and others?

Some of the things that happen in my vicinity:

Right from the gitgo: insults to my features, be it lighter skin tone or size of lips.

Next, when I go for TMS (transcranial magnetic stimulation therapy for ADD) consultation, something, maybe own history/experience, gets nurse in New Jersey, outside of Yonkers and Westchester, to ask me if I have kids I don’t know about.

When I go to CVS, while I’m getting causal snacks for a casual movie night, you have people trying to fight over $5. Sometimes I wonder if it's bait for me to comment on. But I see this...

I’m forced in a situation, where I’m forced into behavioral health centers, where I’m around guys who’ve been arrested, fans of terms like bird dogging, haters of soft hands, guys saying “I want my money/where’s my $1000."

I’m forced out of a job and put into the Social Security system where I’m talking to defiant people you don’t feel comfortable asking questions. It takes forever to reach some1 and you end up living off minimal monthly money, like you don’t have two degrees, since no one seems to want to give me a job because of my situation.

At Bank of America and PepsiCo, the focus was always to get me to go on coffee breaks or writing long emails. No one would take me seriously. What does that do to a psych?! You take initiative to talk to people, through Zoom, in India, late at night, or Australia, or people in Texas. You're told don't get involved. You press someone to provide needed information for a project, for months, they keep telling you they'll do it, but don't, and manager doesn't press them. At Bank of America, I'd go to work on Saturdays to train myself in their technology. When assigned something, I do it, try to have someone check it over, and they basically flip me off. A lot of my peers surprised when I indicate I have any type of technical know how. All this evidence indicates the jobs I do get are just to physically get me out of the house, in a public setting, put through something to find out how my mind communicates by having people engage in random conversations or disputes with me, via conversation or email.

but I digress, I'm trying to paint a picture:

When I went to Binghamton, the first time I’m in front of their information commons: a vast and advanced computer lounge for 200 students, the orchestrators project their interest in seeing opportunity for the under funded SUNY Albany.

Binghamton, outside of Albanys nanoscale engineering school, is better funded, allegedly, because of it being the Harvard of the SUNYs.

It gets that reputation from admitting students with higher grades and test scores. One could argue targeting that subset of students also attracts common personalities. When I started out as an engineering major there, just by saying my major to someone, people understood, I'm booked with books for the next four years.

SUNY Albany is well reputed party school. Stating my major here didn't have the same results.

People upstate may have a different mindset because they get admissions and transfers from local community colleges and regular colleges in the vicinity.

The students I interacted with there, were local, or from places like Brooklyn vs. Bronxville or New Rochelle reputed to having better school systems.

The accusations by students or faculty in my vicinity, at SUNY Albany, is whether I’m on drugs - since people are allegedly helping me somehow someway- along with accusations of whether I’m mean to invisible women, or woman, singular.

I’m seen as a nasty/impolite/spoiled man as a student then and in present time. Whose viewpoints are these? Do white people, beyond olds school whites running troubled kids tv shows have this perspective? Do black American women have this focus on discipline, that they think ur lacking in?

This isn't me being racist. Sometimes when people like my mother speak, in what they say, how they say it: I feel like I'm hearing the echo of someone else, like an attitude I'm used to seeing from lots of television.

Next thing in painting a picture:

I’m around people who want to bait me into a conversation about Jamaican people having parents that are strict about their children’s education…

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My working class parents, whose hard work over the years gave me my house and heat and whatever, gave me a good high school where we were educated on what kind of men to be. We wore blazers and had laptops before they were the norm. I spent my lunchtimes in study halls or visiting a chapel, because of something I remember hearing: people grow distant from their faith as they get older. I wanted to avoid that. We were taught to be leaders. It leads to being an engineering major at, when its a state university, a good state university, or what ended up being known as the Harvard of the SUNYs.

It’s funny: if I knew I was going to Albany, I could have taken the scholarship from initial admission, vs the paid tuition from being a transfer.

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So, I'm sorry, if you took the time to read this, and this sounds bad, or if it's not connecting well. It's about a vibe I'm getting and not something I'm intently motivated to articulating, like mindfulness. It's not me retelling for the 100 billionth time, the story of how I got to the present day: January 17th. If this post puts you off, I hope it doesn't stop you from reading the other things in the Tumblr link/post that directed you here. As per what's on twitter (handle: @rennyji ), there's some good stuff and there's some bad stuff. Its twitter. I usually make points based on the news or philosophy or the state of the world, but there is also, from hindsight, some garbage like me realizing American's over use of toilet paper in place of soap and water. Things factoring into that: I saw an advertisement for a product called LUMI, that you apply to a particular crack, and when. you're a first generation American like myself, you wonder if the things you do, are the same way everyone in America does things.

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But about that picture that I feel I'm getting vibe toward, from things coming to my attention:

So I’m big lipped, a Michael Jackson skin color obsessor, I’m on drugs, I’m aggressive, I’m mean to women, I’m entitled?!, I’m a disobedient son, I have kids I don’t know about, and let’s use him to get funding for our school by showing what another SUNY is receiving by comparing computer lounges.

On that last note, Binghamton takes 3.9 gpas and higher SAT scores. Why wouldn’t they get bigger funding, mr and Mrs suny Albany, when you attract smaller scores? No one talks about this, it's something understood, but now we're on a stage where it needs to be said. There's a college for everyone.

Now, I'm saying this again. I hope I don't come off as prejudiced.

I keep talking about the golden rule. If you know my mind, are reading it, know my thoughts/memories, you know then, that I see all people the same way, and try to sum up a person by their character vs. their physical appearance. I make it a prayer.

But I feel I need to say this because the theme keeps coming up: Is one demographic from Albany, who angrily hijacked my calls and a proponent of discipline, using me to further their interests and for their people, while making me look like a fool in front of Indians?

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I don't know how my parents convey to their Church community that they had their son sent to a hospital by through the police semi arresting him, because a situation needs my mind probed. Is it shown? I'm assuming everything's shown. In this regard, and my situation as a whole, I take the pessimistic route to receiving the fruits of optimism; or I assume the worst possible situation where I'm naked in every regard, to get that fruit of optimism being a sense of control and peace of mind.

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If its not the minority oriented demographic of SUNY Albany, I've wondered if, conversely, this is a middle aged white woman (from probably the alleged show for troubled kids), or now older white woman-grandma class), who thinks I’m some dirty minority, in accordance with elitist white thinking.

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someone is making the claim that they think my life is easy? In comparison to who?

Among Indian people, I’m the product of working class parents who decided to do what they can, to give their son a leg up, through education for a better future.

Are the whites or blacks in this, making a point from experience with THEIR families and friends?

I mean to ask me if I have kids I don’t know about or if I’ve beaten my roommates, or simply taking their side when they make claims out of envy over something I don't even know about?

My life went from having a leg up, to being bashed to the floor. .

When I first started college as an engineer, I got more than the benefit of doubt, I was the guy to know.

But then something happens. As I start noticing increased attention towards me, during my latter years there, people who don't like me or want an excuse to snap at me because of some inadequacy in their life, were getting fueled by something.

Everyone has something and everything going for them. But there was something that made people direct what seemed to be heated envy.

But moving forward, I said I went from having a leg up in life, to the complete opposite.

At these behavioral health centers, they make you walk without shoes from building to building, have someone patrol your side, make you piss into bottles in front of your roommate, squat to make sure you don’t have cocaine up your a*s.

What a mind f*. I'm privileged to have my parents, but I'm unfortunate, in the sense that, if a teacher or authority figure says something bad about me, they're inclined to believe them, than me.

Whoever the American orchestrators are, you’re insulting your own kind, be it white or black with the things you put me through, or these questions and assumptions about drugs, illegitimate children, curiosity as to why I'm not hitting the bars. That’s how you see yourselves or your kind? This is how you see people or what constitutes a difficult life?-pissing in a bottle at a mental institution?

I’ve been posting on twitter recently and you see some violent things on the twitter newsfeed, and it raises an eyebrow like at the beginning of this Apple note in the Note app.. who are you making me a role model or example or anti example for? For who are you making America better? Indian people? White people? Black people? America as a whole? If it's America as a whole and the world is witnessing it, is me pissing into a bottle across hospitalizations what you want to project as the American gold standard? If its about Indian people, our problems are problems when we don’t study or go to Church.

Some of these characters on twitter swing bats at students in grade school.

If an Indian has a bat, it’s because they want to feel safe while closing their grocery store. They don’t have the imagination or aspiration for something major like a gun or shooting someone. This is at a time when I'm put in public awareness, from evidence and observation and the police aren’t acknowledging my situation.

I took bold moves to confronting my situation. As this seemed to be internet hack related, I visited the FBI office in Bethlehem, New York, just to start a conversation about odd things I've noticed. In America, shouldn't you be able to talk to a police officer without fear or being taken to a mental institution? When I went there, 2 FBI agents are wondering why “the guy from that” is in our location (from their expressions<-they looked at each other, middle aged male and female, perplexed...how do they know I'm not "that" guy and instead "some other guy" looking to report violence or a cyber attack or something else that falls under FBI jurisdiction...isn't that why they have an office? i.e. if someone wants to talk to an agent; to be accessible). But to closing the lid on the bat I held in my backseat, At a time of killings and fightings in schools, as seen on channels like Fox News, why are you reading into my actions when I leave baseball bat in the back seat of my car or have pepper spray, in taking the protective measures of a teenage girl?

It's not a gun. But my possession of a baseball bat made the orchestrators and my family think I'm out for blood. Based on what? No one knows. Then my pot smoking roommates at SUNY Albany decided to gang up on me and push me into my room for hinting at buying cleaning supplies for our bathroom. Completely random. They then reported me as having hit them, when it was them that pushed me into my room, after which I closed my door. Is that why I'm assumed as being dangerous with a bat? Because of someone else's lie? And these guys don't let up. Their ring leader, not to stereotype, but a big frat guy bad mouths me every time I walk by. If we happen to be in the bathroom at the same time, I ignore him, he ignores me, and at a vulnerable moment, he throws paper tissues my way.

All I can assume is that people had a reason to be randomly envious or angry at me or to light some short fuses.

Whether its elderly white people running a troubled kids show, or a black community hating me because they think I'm elitist for taking a stand, through words, about my situation, ummm Cultural clash much? Wrong image or perception with the wrong people?

Regarding a girl I once liked, to whom I believed a connection with the random kids causing me problems, I eventually lost interest because the friends seemed to paint a picture, considering they looked off or maybe too cool for my tastes. I was looking for someone that I could bother, spend my time around, attend to, or do stuff with, hover around. It's based on a childhood memory. I recently saw a movie about a love story that happens with a woman who suffers from insomnia. She dreams of someone who she can fall asleep with. On a straight note, when I sit next to my brother and lean toward his shoulder, I fall asleep from being happy he's around - I say this because with my situation? I have trouble falling asleep. So I'm going to add that to the list in my adult years: I want someone I can fall asleep next to. When I was in kindergarten, my first friend was this Indian girl. When she moved because of her father's job change, it's been my lifelong desire to gain that again. I just enjoyed patrolling her while she circled with her friends. I couldn't have that experience again growing up because of Indians frowning on girlfriends for high school kids. So I thought I could embark on it in college.

Regarding these random kids and them wanting me to go out, go out and do what?

I see white kids roaming the streets of Tuckahoe, New York. I say it as an observation. Could they be roaming together to help pay for things as a group or because their homes don’t have siblings or facilities or things to do or cable? I've often thought, if I can do this life again, I wouldn't care too much about grades in high school, would focus more on SATs (as I had a 4.0 GPA at a Prep school, but because of average SAT scores from I guess not using the big vocab words with my Indian family...on that note, for the past decade plus, I've been mostly at home speaking in my parents native dialect: you forget certain words or end up sounding foreign...on another related note, by New York State standards, I aced my Regents exams and got a Regents Diploma with Advanced Distinction with Honor, but when applying to Johns Hopkins, Harvard, Columbia, SAT scores were what mattered...but that's a different topic...) And if I were to do this life again, with present tech, and I was in high school, I guess on friend would subscribe to Netflix, another to Hulu, another to HBO Max, another would have an xBox, we'd split fries and shakes at fast food places...but I''m an adult now with these things and am not reliant on others. My goal, as an adult is to amass needs and luxuries in my home. At this point, I really don't want to be bothered. I mean, as you get older, who wants to be bothered or go out unnecessarily. My dad got a deal on a projector screen from a local restaurant. It’s good quality. I have a movie theater style setting. I have food to eat, heat to be in the cold.

Why are you getting on my case to get me to roam the streets?

I’m not at the age to roam with gang like groups.

I should be married, my world should be my wife and my future kids.

I have a gym in my house, and then for this circus, I go to external or outside gyms.

This comes off as either a white demographic and/black demographic trying to help yourselves.

I hate how I'm being used by the various demographics in this for their demographics and how, above all, F* me, I'm used for a government project. The anger in me wants to say "Attend to your people with your people and stop bothering my family and me."

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And then something else that slips from the mouth of my psychiatrist. Through his speech and content of speech, he indicates an unwise idea, from some a*s hole, to have me seen by non Indian non Desi non Indian/Pakistani doctors.

Basic college psychology talks about cultural clashes.

How retarded are the orchestrators to ignore something so elemental?

You, the orchestrators are making yourselves and your people look bad with how you run this show/situation and clearly project your experiences and perceptions of your world. You show all this through what you put me through.

From what I’m seeing on tv 'right now' midnight Jan 17 on Jimmy Fallon, a biological middle aged male, with eye popping red lipstick and a skirt, your world is clearly too exotic for me. Simply because these are new sights for my culture. Myself and my community, we're plugged into the motions of our world. To get you to understand the WTF sensation I experience from being in my situation for a decade: its like that lipstick guy coming at me and saying he's going to destroy my life for more than a decade. This has nothing to do with him. I'm trying to indicate how I dunno exotic? or out of the box Americans as a people come off, with their demands, and views, and appearances. Your world in all its modern themes really collides with my bubble with the bubble of your world and pops mine. Popping bubbles isn't always a good thing when it relates to real life themes, metaphorically.

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(On a side note, I think there are lots of people who wish they were girls or girls who wish they were guys. By making this wish a fluid thing that you can do something about, you end up with people that look out of place, in the name of pride. How many mothers of, at least the past generation, wish they were their sons, out of males I n society having more say, especially among burka wearing Muslim communities. Does that mean that wish should come true? Is the cat walk genetic or cultural? If it's cultural, is it necessary? The Pride parade is justified...but then, on tv, you have biological males put their crotch on the railings of their parade float. That's pride?! All people deserve equal rights and the right to live freely. I know, from my experience, how important freedom is. But things that float through my mind, that I don't act on: could those with same sex feelings, if males, maybe like a masculine muscular woman/tom boys or could females with same sex feelings be looking for a male in touch with their feminine inside or less beefy in body stature? I don't know what's right or wrong in this, and I hope I won't have to decide on it for my progeny. I feel this is one more area where religion trumps over psychiatry. What happens in the mind? You have a rule or a story to compare to: Adam/Eve. The female Eve complements the male Adam from being made from part of his ribs. You become aware of that rule, you believe that rule. You accept that rule. That forms the framework of your mind, including what's possible and impossible. It's something children in kindergarten should have as a foundation, regardless of who they're meant to be. I'm guy walking between two realities, one where something is happening and one where something isn't happening. It makes my face feel like it's falling off when remembrance of that awareness comes up. Children should have some black and white rule/notions without confusing them or encouraging them to think or fantasize about a biology that isn't theirs. It gives structure and limits to thinking on what's possible/impossible, or what deserves a thought or a reverie or an extended time for pondering.

I'm as straight as a pencil. But I also have beliefs "as appropriate for my life" with no judgement on others. The orchestrators of my situation? They're playing with a person's consciousness or conscious stream along with physical attributes. So what I'm I getting at? Consciousness is like an onion, and what does Shrek say about onions? They have layers. Consciousness has layers. So going back to the consciousness awareness of males should be males and females/females and opposite genders marrying each other, that's one layer of consciousness. Another layer might be a temptation to hit on someone other than your girlfriend or your wife. Another layer of consciousness might be thought or curiosity about affection toward someone of the same gender. The idea is we probably shouldn't over focus or adhere to some of these layers, because they're just layers. With different subjects outside of who we each love or fall for, the orchestrators of my situation have pruned my consciousness. So in the example of love, the layer of the onion that tempts you to hit on someone else, disappears. The layer that tempts you to hit on someone of the same gender disappears. Two layers of the onion gone. What's left is the rule from religion that you adhere to: love between male/female.

"Consciousness pruning" might be something just figured out now, but then what does that say about those who go the extra mile to change their gender from a simple wish, or those who fall for the same gender? Again not that there is anything wrong with it. Just trying to paint the layers to our thinking and consciousness. But one things for sure: In the words of Nick Fury to Captain America after waking up from cryo sleep, its just one more thing that feeds this notion: "The world has gotten stranger." Look at my situation: you have a country, a world, acting on a conspiracy against one individual. ---

On a similar note, America is a place where you’ll go for a Covid shot, and out of apparent politeness, an American soldier administering the shot or taking your info, will ask you, a male for 35 years, whether you’ve ever been pregnant.

But yeah, everything’s about political correctness and good treatment, but again, a country where youth and government and school faculty illegally run lives - adds to theme of your world being too exotic for my simple parents and me. It's not so much we, or me, are strange. But these kids orchestrating, faculty orchestrating, doctors orchestrating, government/law enforcement orchestrating: you're the strange ones.

My brother, without this craziness, is now a specialized doctor at a Harvard/Cleveland clinic type setup. Thanks for ruining my life, orchestrators. If my family background contributed to my brothers success, you gotta wonder what’s in his life and what’s in my life? What’s the thing causing people to envy me(hate filled jealousy) and trying to screw me over, time and time again?

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ao'nung x metkayina reader.

a/n — sorry guys it's been a reallyyy rough past few days some shit has gone down but here's a lil drabble while i finish a fic 🫶 / also they're like 18 in this for sake of plot !

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To say you and Ao'nung didn't get along would be an understatement.

You two always argued, no matter how little or how big. From the way your hair was done, to who couldn't hold their breath as long, who was better on an ilu, you name it.

Though, despite you not being able to see eye to eye with him, you were always close with his younger sister. You were attached to the hip ever since children, and you spent practically your whole lives with each other, pretty much growing up together. You also grew close with her family, spending many dinners over at her marui.

So of course, you always had to see her brother.

Tsireya wasn't blind. Pretty much anyone could see the way you two acted around each other. And if they couldn't see it, they could certainly hear it. There wasn't a minute you could be in the same vicinity as each other and not throw insults at each other.

However, nobody really knows how or why you're like that. It's almost as if you were born into the world and just decided to hate each other.

And so you're sitting in between Tsireya's legs, her doing a new hairstyle for your hair and you whining about her brother once more. "I just don't get it," you complained, huffing in annoyance. "He really thinks he can insult me with a face like that! 'You'll never be able to get a boyfriend looking like that, y/n'," you gruffly mimicked, inaccurately impersonating his voice. "As if he's any better! Like you're the one who can't keep a girlfriend. He's projecting, I'm telling you."

Pulling extra tight on a certain braid you yelped, glaring over your shoulder. "Y/n, you seriously have a problem," Tsireya stated, sighing. "I mean if you really hate my brother so much, just don't talk to him. You both are around each other a lot for people who claim to hate each other so much."

"It's not my fault!" You quickly replied. "I swear, he's everywhere. I want to go clear my mind and go for a swim? He's already there. I want to feed the ilus? Apparently he was planning on going on a ride. I want to stop by and have dinner with my best friend? He-"

"Lives there, Y/n. He lives there," Tsireya finished for you. "I'm just saying. He may be my brother, but if he pisses you off that much you don't have to talk to him. He's good at riling people up. Especially you." She commented, finishing your hair and patting your shoulder lightly for you to turn around.

"He could piss anyone off with the things he says," You grumbled, shoulders drooping when you fell under Tsireya's disapproving gaze. "Fine. I'll try to not let him get to me. Starting now."

"Oh that's lovely, because he's right behind you."

"What-"

"Hi sister," he paused, eyes glancing to you in distaste. "Y/n."

"Ao'nung." You acknowledged him blandly, trying to take your friend's advice and not be disturbed by his mere presence.

"Mother wants you home for dinner," He continued, letting out a sigh before going on. "They invited you too." He finished, not sparring a glance your way before turning around and walking back.

"That went better than expected." Tsireya grinned, grabbing your arm and taking you to her own marui.

"Wait until dinner."

Dinner was going better than expected. You and Ao'nung hadn't argued yet, considering you chose to ignore him and he did the same. Your parents had joined the dinner as well, so you had no other choice but to be respectful.

Your calm nature soon disappeared as you heard the words coming from your parents mouths.

"What?" You exclaimed in disbelief, Tsireya sitting next to you with a shocked expression.

"Really, we think it's for the best."

"No offense or anything, but have you met Ao'nung? I can barely stay in the same room with him, nevertheless spend the rest of my life with him!" You complained, ignoring the stern looks from your parents. "It won't work. Me and Ao'nung, we don't work well together."

"For once, I agree." The boy finally spoke, not looking up from the table.

"Y/n, Ao'nung, I know this is unexpected, but we've all talked about it. You would make a great mate for Ao'nung. We'd like you two to be mated soon before Ao'nung chooses a girl us or the clan would not approve of."

You noticed how his jaw clenched at the comment, yet he stayed silent. You closed your eyes, trying to accept your fate. When you both fell silent, everyone got up and started to exit the room. "We'll give you two some privacy."

You watched as they all left out the marui, turning towards the male. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's my mother, I doubt anything I would've said would have made a difference."

"Of course it would! You're her son!"

"You're just so stubborn, aren't you?" Ao'nung suddenly shouted, standing up now. "Thinking you can have everything your way? We have duties, y/n. Grow up."

"Clearly, I'm the only one who's thinking rationally right now! How can you be willing to spend the rest of your life with someone you can't stand?"

"Well like it or not, it's happening. Deal with it, because you're not going to change our parents' minds."

"I can't believe you," you scoffed. "I hope they don't expect me to love you. I can't see who would." You walked out furiously, stomping back towards your own marui.

"Oh, you're one to talk!"

The next few days you two kept your separate ways, but both of you knew your parents wouldn't let it stay like that. They'd practically set up a date for you guys, claiming it's so you could 'settle the feud'.

So you woke up, already in a bad mood, putting minimal effort into getting ready. You headed outside your marui, grumbling what sounded like a farewell to your parents, blood boiling at the sight of the boy who was waiting for you on the beach.

"Y/n." He gruffly greeted you, not meeting your eye.

"Ao'nung." You acknowledged him back, mind drifting back to the other night. Were you too harsh with your words? It was possible you could've gotten caught up in the heat of the moment, and if you were forced to spent the rest of your life with him, you should at least try to be civil.

"...how are you?" You inwardly cringed at yourself, making an awkward attempt to make conversation.

He sent a questioning look your way, realizing what you were doing. He almost wanted to laugh at how out of place you looked. He decided to play along, for whatever reason. "Okay. You?"

"I'm good."

The both of you didn't talk much for the rest of the day, but you didn't argue either, so maybe you were showing signs of improvement. You walked along the beach quietly, the occasional tight-lipped smile, or a hum in response to one of your or his attempts to make some small talk.

Your hangouts usually went like that, you'd greet each other and walk, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You were too scared to say anything about it, or change the newly made routine, until Ao'nung seemingly had enough.

"Y/n," he sighed out tiredly, stopping and turning to face you fully. "This isn't helping us at all. All we're trying to do is not argue every time we're around each other. We're not fixing anything, hell, we're probably making it worse. Even if we can't love each other, shouldn't we be able to get to know one another?"

You stood silent for a moment, considering his offer. "I hate it when you're right," you deadpanned, dropping the 'nice' act. "It's just so irregular. Why would I want to be stuck with you?"

"Cmon, I struck peace and you're insulting me?" He teased, flashing a rare grin to you.

"Stop smiling, people are gonna start thinking you want to be around me." You told him, walking off.

Ao'nung went after you, chuckling to himself. "I won't make it a habit then!"

To everyone's surprise, you were finally starting to get along. You acted like friends, even if neither of you would necessarily admit it. You were spending your time with Tsireya, deeming you'd spent too much time with her brother.

"I can't believe I actually saw you smiling in the vicinity of Ao'nung." She teased, laughing once you rolled your eyes.

"Oh shut up. We're basically going to be with each other for eternity, we had to stop hating each other at some point."

"He was talking about you the other day at dinner, actually. If I didn't know any better I'd say he's taken a liking to you."

"Absolutely not!" You denied, shaking your head. "We're not like that. Like at all. We're just friends now, okay? We don't see each other that way."

"Whatever you say."

What the two of you didn't notice, however, was that the boy heard the two of you talking, heart slightly sinking. Could you really not tell how he felt?

And oddly enough, he felt even more determined to prove how he did.

To your shock, Ao'nung started making advances towards you during your scheduled hang outs. They were subtle, but you noticed the slight flirting, or how his touch would linger on you longer than usual.

You didn't think much of it however, considering you just went from enemies to friends in the span of maybe two weeks. You were right to do so, when you spotted him with another girl one day.

When you first saw them, you really could've cared less. Ao'nung was popular, and knew many people. If he had friends who were girls, it didn't matter. Everyone knew you were each others promised mates, and the word quickly spread since people knew of your dislike for each other.

You trusted Ao'nung, he was not only your betrothed but your duties were to each other, and he wasn't dumb enough to try and change that.

At least you thought.

Their second interaction, you saw the same girl, Mau. She was a sweet girl, you knew her through Tsireya. You watched quietly from afar as the two talked animatedly, large smiles and their laughter heard from where you stood. You hid behind a smaller palm tree, it's leaves shielding you from their view.

You couldn't quite hear what their conversation was, so you settled for just watching. You were shocked when she pressed a kiss to his cheek, and how he turned purple in response. You denied how you felt your heart drop to your stomach, and deemed that their conversation should be private and hurried to leave.

In the midst of rushing out you accidentally walked right into one of the leaves, your lip getting cut in the process. "Oh, fuck." You cursed underneath your breath, hoping no one could see you leave. You sprinted away to another part of the beach, moving over to the marui near the ilus.

Ao'nung squinted his eyes at the sight of someone running away, thinking it oddly resembled you. A wave of adrenaline quickly hit him when he realized you might have seen Mau, and he jumped up in panic. "I'm so sorry, I have to go." He excused himself, rushing after you.

He found you with the ilus, smiling when he heard you talking nonsense to them. He cleared his throat, "You seriously have got to make some new friends."

You froze at his voice, almost turning around but realizing he'd see the wound on your lip. You stayed in place, back turned to him as you kept feeding the creatures. "Don't be salty I have more friends than you, even if they can't talk."

"In your dreams, hun," He teased, sitting down next to you, confused when you turned away from him. Concerned, and a little scared you saw his previous interaction, his head followed yours, trying to meet your eyes. "What's wrong?"

You pursed your lips, turning around and eyes widening when you realized how close his face was to yours. Afraid of talking and showing him your cut you only shrugged, shaking your head.

"Why are you holding your lips like that?" He questioned, making you hot with panic. "It makes you look even more stupid."

"Oh just shut up." You mumbled, figuring there was no way out of this. You lowered your head, but not before he could see your wound.

"What happened?"

You really just wanted to let the ocean swallow you whole.

"I ran into a tree."

"While eavesdropping?" He laughed, seeing the way your head quickly perked up, the caught look on your face.

"I didn't- I mean-"

"Oh don't worry, I know you were just questioning my loyalty. I mean with a face like this, there's loads of girls after me. Had to break many hearts knowing I was promised to you."

"Keep telling yourself that. And if I was testing your loyalty, you definitely failed. Not that I mind, but who lets other girls kiss them when they're promised to someone else?"

"If you're jealous, just say that," he simply shrugged, smirking at you. "I turned Mau down, by the way. Told her I was already to be mated with another."

"Oh," you couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. "Your parents will be happy to hear that."

Rolling his eyes at your ability to not take a hint, he only sighed. "Yeah, sure."

Ao'nung then refocused on your lips, looking at the cut. "You know, we should really do something about that."

"It doesn't hurt that much."

"You should let me kiss it better."

"What?" You exclaimed, looking at him incredulously.

"You heard me."

Not bothering to hear your response his lips pressed against yours gently, in fear of making the cut any worse. His hand came to rest against your jaw as his lips moved slowly. You felt him smile against you before he quickly pecked your lips again, pulling away with a smug look. "Feel any better?"

"I'm not sure, you might have to kiss it better again."

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a/n — I FINALLY POSTED AGAIN. WRITERS BLOCK IS A BITCH.

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