#something something i want to get out of the midwest but i kind of dont want to leave

[boycritter]

i dont have a title for this one. but its okay.

[yippeeometer]

Ayoooo, got any Jersey head canons? Or like opinions or whatevs? Truly am curious on what you think of him and such :D

look he looks like the year 1994

spikey hair. long sleeve shirts under short sleeve shirts. black eyeliner (once, he went into a meeting and new hampshire laughed at him so hard he left immediately)

brown hair brown eyes basic combo HOWEVER. he absolutely can't see. mans got a -8 perscription walking around blind bc his fear is looking like cali

him and rhoda are friends but friends in the sense they insult each other all day every day and can't go two minutes without the cain instinct kicking in. however. they both hate NY so they do have something in common

if bros a hater why does he want his enemy carnally. mans got that kind of primal love inside him. what that ass do. what those legs do. what that mouth do. why am i being kicked out the gc.

hes a midwest emo fan. look the front bottoms r from jersey and he has to support his people. catch him and his passenger princess in dead silence as twin size matress comes on. officer u have to understand we were going 200 during the bridge its very influencial

mans the garden state and gets highly offended when his friends dont take his growings. he and mass had a physical fight over some eggplants several years ago that their relationship still hasnt recovered from.

LOSERCRE LOSERCORE LOSERCORE

he was INSUFFERABLE around the moon landing. hey do u know buzz aldrin is from new jer- do u know you can shut the fuck up.

[homeofhousechickens]

Do you have any advice on transitioning chickens from outdoor life to being house chickens? I recently lost my whole flock to foxes but one silkie, and she’s too scared to go outside again. She’s already a cuddle bug and loves lounging on soft things and being warm, she’s just pretty cautious about any kind of nappy. She’s still recovering from the attack so I wouldn’t be starting anything with her just yet, but any advice would be helpful

Picture of the most beautiful girl for tax

It should be pretty easy, i suggest getting a night time cage for her/ a cage for her to stay in where she can recover. I suggest something like the Deluxe Wabitat. (buy it from the cheapest place you can its fine)

https://www.chewy.com/midwest-wabbitat-deluxe-rabbit-home/dp/183474

My leghorns can fit in there pretty comfortably so it should be plenty on room for a silkie. You will want to remove the ramp though to give her more space. You could also use a large dog crate, prefab coop, or ferret cage instead but i like the high sides of the Wabitat and its easy to clean, move, add perches, ect. You can also buy extensions for it which is nice. While she adjusts i suggest covering the sides and back of the cage so she feels safer. You can easily open the front of the cage and let her come and go supervised (so you can clean up after her) as you transition her to diaper wearing after she heals. Speaking of diapers- AVOID pamperyourpoultry diapers. I own a lot of these diapers in all sizes and id say they are a very poor choice for new house chicken owners and birds not used to being diapered. They have a lot of belly fabric which can put pressure on the crop and its easier for them to get their legs caught. They dont automatically have a waterproof liner and are not adjustable either not to mention the sizing is inconsistent.

My diaper recs are these Your silkie would be a small or an adjusted down medium with this seller. Very affordable and high quality.

This maker SPECIALIZES in seramas and silkies. You just need to tell them you have a silkie. These are great for training and are VERY comfortable for the bird due to having NO belly fabric.

Also the feed you choose will greatly impact the texture of your birds poop, the cheaper and lower quality the more wet and stinky it will be. Keep this in mind! The best feed for house birds is textured feed like Henhouse reserve in my opinion but plenty of house chickens are on normal crumble or pellets.

[receivedhope]

i actually never desired any kind of redemption arc for sebastian. i appreciate that his character set out to do something for the story (introduce conflict to klaine, be a general antagonist to the ND) and accomplished just that, i dont think we necessarily needed to see anything more of him - and i count sebastian as one of my very favorite characters!

i think the only other place the story wouldve had for him where he could fit in seamlessly was in s6, to be kurts rebound instead of walter, since walter is honestly just so whatever. he isnt committed to either the kurt humiliation misery porn or the #kurtdeservedbetter so i just cant care about him.

but sebastians core motivation always has been that he is here to be a disruptive force - s6 wouldve been perfect for him? especially in contrast to karofsky, who is a ghost of kurts past. wouldnt it be fair turnabout if kurts rebound was one of blaines?

i personally also always liked how connected sebastian, dave and klaine are. yes, obviously part of it is that theyre like close to the only gay guys in a midwest state with very little local gay scene. but dave has always been a defining part of klaines story (starting with how kurts decision to spy on the warblers, while egged on by puck, has been largely influenced by how much of an outcast he feels like at mckinley). there is also the retroactive confirmation in tested that blaine liked that he could help kurt. meanwhile sebastian loosely contributed to kurt deciding hes ready to have sex with blaine for the first time and shined light on klaine's issues they needed to work on.

i also think sebastians "being nice sucks" is very much indicative that the events of OMW was not influenced by any sort of moral conscious harshly flicking him on the forehead, he moreso realized he does not want to deal with such un-fun things like suicide or perhaps it was due to some external influence (like his dad) making him stop fucking around.

so adult sebastian 100% could decide he wants to stir shit up for fun again.

blaine has always been some form of a powerplay conquest to him. like sorry i dont want to be mean but that man has come out several times to say he thinks relationships are boring and he just wants to fuck and was basically the exact opposite of a family friendly sexless gay man straight people want to see if they must. im sure he had several grindr accounts banned for being underage. i dont think he was "in love" with blaine LOL.

so i personally think positioning him against blainofsky wouldve been interesting for that aspect as well. i have an extensive kurtofsky timeline and my read of them has always been firmly footed in dave being obsessed with kurt and blaine basically had to drop out of college and move back home after the pain of kurt rejecting him. i think it would be the most sebastian thing ever if he thought "oh yeah i could do better than them" and start being interested in kurt for the competition of it.

i also think that kurt would appreciate someone being a little bit mean with him and he could just vent without someone going "but think of all the good things about your relationship" or getting overwhelmed trying to think of how to fix it.

i also want kurt to have a shitty boyfriend literally no one approves of and all of his friends and family hate.

and the sebastian redemption could be him giving his blessing when kurt says he wants to go to the wedding with blaine.

[omegalomania]

ive got a one free sincere poetical diatribe coupon that expires this week so im cashing it in on waxing lyrical about my favorite band for a minute cause im stupidly sleep deprived and its gonna be a long night so

the thing is this.

the thing is that maybe there isnt quite magic in this world but theres something to be said for the pure unfettered serendipity of a million little things conspiring to have certain peoples paths cross and the way this can change entire worlds. maybe i dont believe in magic but i believe in the unshakable fucking certainty that a 17 year old joe trohman had when he met a 17 year old patrick stump in a bookstore by sheer chance and listened to his demos and Knowing that he should sing despite patrick not being a singer and not particularly wanting to sing. i believe in the stone cold rock solid belief this kid had in this other kids voice to the point where he dragged his buddy over to his house to prove he had the pipes they needed. i believe in pete wentz hearing patrick stump sing in person for the first time and realizing wait, yeah, actually hes our golden fucking ticket. i believe in the last second just before patrick was about to get on the kit to record the drums for take this to your grave, andy hurley comes swinging in fresh from recording an ep with another band and knocking out every drum part damn near flawlessly. i believe in a band of scrappy dumb punk kids who grew up in the suburbs of the midwest and took over the world and didnt plan for any of it to get as big as it did. i believe in this weird fucking band with their weird fucking idiosyncrasies, this band of four guys who dont look like they should be friends let alone making music together: a heavily tattooed vegan straightedge beefcake drummer, the ambitious visionary bassist with the 50-megawatt grin, the tattoo-sleeved lanky guitarist with an inescapable rock 'n roll bent, the pixie-pale and painfully anxious frontman with the voice of a soul singer.

i believe theres a special kind of chemistry that only makes sense with the four of them, together. its the guy with the visuals and the words, this bassist who was supposed to be a lawyer or a star soccer player but instead crafts stories from the narratives he crafts in his head. its this guitarist with his love for the interleaving of sounds and ability to seamlessly jump from front-facing to incredibly restrained and his indelible blues-rock momentum. its this singer who never intended to sing but whose soaring, clear tenor is so utterly distinct that he quickly became one of the most iconic and versatile vocalists in the genre, if not in the world of music in general. its this hardcore drummer who pulls everything together and forms the throbbing heartbeat of the band, whose grit-edged metalcore backbone not even the poppiest of all pop choruses can truly file away.

i believe in this: andy hurley's unshakable faith that the band would reform during the hiatus, despite all evidence to the contrary. patrick stump writing the song that would become "miss missing you" for his solo record but then setting it aside because it didnt feel like it was for him, again, despite every indication that for all anyone knew, fall out boy was done for good. pete wentz, moved by a miserable blog post from his split-up bands singer, reaching out and sparking what was unheard of, especially for bands like them - a renaissance, a successful resurgence, and one of the best comebacks any musical act can say theyve had in decades. joe trohman picking up the phone and preparing to tell patrick stump that he wasn't ready to go back and do the band again if he wasn't going to be writing music, only for patrick to take the words out of his mouth and insist that he should be writing more and he was too talented a writer for them not to allow him space for that.

i believe in the little things. i believe in a band that was never expected to last a summer but has become an indelible part of music history, naysayers be damned. i believe in the unique chemistry of four guys who have no monetary or logistical reason to continue doing this thing aside from the fact that they love it so - they love the process of creating with one another, and they love the car crash hearts whose hearts beat in sync with theirs. i believe in joe listening to the first pass of "fake out" exactly once, picking up an acoustic guitar, and walking into record the instrumentation that ultimately pulled the entire song together in one take without thinking twice about it. i believe in andy simply knowing that "heaven, iowa" would make the final cut of the record despite patricks reticence and his not knowing how to make the song something he could say he was proud of. i believe in pete pouring some of his most vulnerable feelings into his, fearful of how well they will be accepted but making that leap nonetheless, only for the crowds to sing every single word back to him.

maybe theres no such thing as magic or fate and maybe theres no point. but i think of stardust. i think of four guys who poured so much love and time into this record and named it for stardust and i think of them as this: fistfuls of cosmic dust who all sprang from the same etiology. i think of them and its a romantic fucking notion but i allow myself this, i entertain the thought that when the cosmos formed and the detonation of planets and the dissolution of comets created that far-flung scatter of so much (for) stardust, that starry residue liberally dotting the broad span of the black, the four of them all came from the same origin point and like magnets ended up snapping together and thats the way theyve stayed. for years. for decades.

what i guess im trying to say is this: when the universe formed we all came from stardust and we will all return to stardust and i cant help but wonder if those four guys all came from the same stardust too.

like i said. its a romantic fucking notion. i believe in the little things though. and you know what they say about believers (never die).

[plussizefantasia]

Thank you so much Again for all those drabbles ❤️

They Really made my Day..

And for Moon knight I can imagine Nr. 1 And 14. (Marc Spector in front)

And i sure it wont be trashy, because you dont write like that, i love your style of writing ❤️

Sending so much love and hugs And thank you Again 💋

Coming Home

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Summary: You leave Marc to keep him safe, and he comes to take you home.

Word Count: ~700

A/N: I've never written for any of the Moon Knight boys before but I actually really like how this turned out! Thanks for all the requests during this drabble marathon, I've got a few new ideas for full fics that I'd like to write and more desire to get some of my WIPs wrapped up!

He had always said you were paranoid. Coming from him though, it meant absolutely nothing to you. Marc Spector was the picture definition of paranoia and you wouldn’t be taking any shit from him on that front.

Maybe he had a point though. A deal gone wrong had put you on the first plane out of Cairo and to some random little town in the Midwest. You had used all your contacts up getting documents faked, new bank accounts anything to get you off the grid. You were good at what you did, when you didn’t want to be found you wouldn’t. But no matter how good you were Marc was better, especially when it was you on the line.

You and Marc had a complicated relationship, you loved one another that was never in question, but your astonishing commitment issues and Marc’s never-ending stream of trauma had caused issues between the two of you. You would do anything for him and vice versa but sometimes you just couldn’t stand the man. He had told you about Steven about a year into your relationship, the two of you had never met but you did everything you could to reassure Marc that it was okay, this didn't change the way you felt about him. He didn’t want to seem vulnerable and you understood that so you never pushed. But you left, you didn’t want to put either of them in danger so you packed up what you needed, left Marc a note telling him not to come looking for you, and left.

It was a random Wednesday when you woke with an intense feeling of dread in your stomach. You were tempted to pack up and move along based on that feeling alone but, something told you that that would be a bad idea, plus you didn’t have any more favors to call in.

Your feeling was proven correct when someone kicked out your door in the middle of your dinner. You immediately reached for the gun stashed under the Ikea dining set that had come with the palace and pointed it at the intruder.

It took you a moment to fully register the sight in front of you. It was Marc, but he was dressed in some ancient-looking supersuit, with a moon-shaped blade in his hand.

“How did you figure out where I live?!” You yelled at the man you hadn’t seen in months not lowering your weapon. Marc did a quick scan of your apartment and stored his blade back in his weird chest cavity thing.

“It wasn’t easy.” he tried to joke

“That’s kind of the point dick-head.” You scowled in his direction

“Why are you in the middle of nowhere anyway” he tossed back at you. Slowly making his way toward you and lowering the gun in your hand. You let him.

“I enjoy the view.” you deadpanned at him.

“Ha. Ha,” he dryly replied.

“What are you doing here anyway?” 

“I’m here to take you home.” 

“And where is that this time” you questioned him, knowing the habit of moving around that the two of you shared.

“London, I have a place. And a fish.” You sighed deeply and made your way to the bedroom without a word.

“Where are you going?” he called after you, making no attempt to follow you.

“London apparently,” You returned with a black duffle bag full of the things you couldn’t replace. You stopped walking and faced Marc “I missed you.” You weren’t looking for a reply, you knew you wouldn’t get one.

Marc just lifted the corner of his lips into what you considered to be a smile. He leaned down and grabbed your bag in one hand, offering you the other.

Taking his hand in yours the tension in your chest eased. You might still be in danger, hunting and selling artifacts would never be a completely safe career anyway but you knew that Marc would do anything to protect you. After all, if he would follow you to the Midwest, he would follow you anywhere.

“So are we going to talk about the weird suit?” You tried.

“No.”

“Okay.”

[e8luhs]

17 10 8 vlad 😋🔫

17. Has your OC ever found other people struggle to understand them because of their accent? How did this make them feel? Did they resent the listeners? Or feel bad about themselves? Or both?

not really accent per se since vlads just a guy from the midwest. more like the way he actually structures his speech and expresses himself. he has a weird sense of pride in the fact that hes difficult to understand (aquarius moon / mercury in 12th combo). it fuels a lot of his complexes. he only really puts effort into people who "get it" and "can keep up with him" (like trinity did or like lea does in a sense). will also say that this trait really influences the decisions i make about his particular style of speech when im writing him. he is really particular about the way that he words things and talks in circles a lot. usually he expresses something first and then explains it in laymans terms after to let the person hes talking to catch up a little bit. like as if you are always kind of being forced to chase after him in conversation to figure out the point hes making. its supposed to create an automatic weird power gap in that interaction and assert "i am smarter than you". otherwise though like i think some turns of phrase ("jesus christ" and other earth phrases) dont translate very well when hes in vitium obviously but that doesnt really stop him from using them VS the way that mavis tries to "vitium-ify" what she says sometimes to be better understood or gives up on certain phrases because nobody knows wtf shes talking about

10. Does your OC often punctuate their speech with filler sounds, such as "um" or "er"? Or words such as "like" or "you know"?

he does make thoughtful noises a lot but very consciously does not use filler words. he thinks they make you sound stupid or too unsure

8. Did your OC's parents or other caregivers use any specific terms of endearment for them as a child? Do (or would) they use similar terms for their own children?

i was just talking about this with cecil the other day ... i think his mom used to call him some diminutive offshoot of his name but i dont really know what specifically. i also CANNOT even fucking imagine vlad having children or wanting children. i do think on the topic of nicknames or whatnot that once he got swapped over to public school when he was younger some people picked on him by calling him vlad the impaler or etc. considering he is a guy named vladimir with long black hair.

[confessions-official]

lately, ive been looking to get my hands on some drugs. im 15 years old, almost 16. honestly, it doesnt even matter what kind. i am just so bored of everything and i want to try something new, i wanna feel like i have a place in this fucking world. i wanna try smoking weed, i want to hit a vape, i want to take LSD, i want to smoke a cigarette. i just want to try everything. i could probably get my hands on any of these drugs easily online or i can find a plug at school, but also, i dont want to end up dead in my bedroom at 4 am because i accidentally took fentanyl. i have always been very rule abiding, i do well in school, and i have a promising future ahead of me. im going to be a doctor and a novelist. i dont even know why i want this. i know that i get hooked on new things very easily, and i can just feel that if i try any of these things once, i wont want to or be able to stop. but i dont know. im just so desperate to live out the teenage experience, i guess. i only have 2 close friends. i never go out with anyone. boys dont like me. it might get a little better once i get my license in a month, but still, i dont have anyone to do anything with. and i have life360, too. i just want to be rebellious, i want to go against the grain for once, i want to feel alive. im so lonely and i want to feel more connected with other kids my age. it would be so easy to be safely rebellious if i didnt have life360. i could sneak out and just lay in a field with my friends. i could tell my family i was going to study at a friends house, but actually go to an amusement park or something. i dont know, it would just be much easier to feel like im 'rebelling' if i were able to do it in no-stakes scenarios. kids my age hate me. im very conventionally unattractive, im trans, i have unorthodox interests, blah blah blah... you get the point. i like boys but i hate them. i want to date one but none of them like me, or can even tolerate me enough to stand being in my presence. they all just laugh at me and bully me. the closest ive ever gotten to a boy liking me is when they ask me out as a joke. it makes me want to rip their stupid faces off their bodies. who would be laughing then? anyway. i live in a shitty conservative midwest town and im just so outcast in my school and i feel like im wasting my highschool years. i dont know. im just yapping a lot here. i dont even know why im submitting this. i know i come across totally lame here, and it probably comes across as super naive. or overly cautious. or reckless. im not really sure. i am very naive, but im also a super anxious person so i tend to expect the worst from everything, including this.

i hope you all are having a nice day

 

[butchjess]

Uh... idk if it has something to do with where you live, but I live in the midwest (where stranger things takes place) and showering with people platonically is like... barely weird here. Especially if you're in some kind of time crunch. Also we know Steve would take showers with his teammates in the locker rooms. This wouldn't be all that different.

I think I know which post you're talking about and I don't think they said it would happen often. Just that they have showered together. Idk, I've showered with siblings in a time crunch as an adult. When I was in high school, there was a friend group of guys who admitted that if they were running late for something they would sometimes shower together. I don't think it's that weird.

If they both want a shower that night and both want to get to bed soon, only have one shower, why not. Again, it's not like they would always be showering together

hm… i lived in the south most of my life and showering w siblings or family members is normal yeah its whtvr but i just dont think they would want to do that if they dont have to. i guess once in a while just to save time yeah i agree not such a big deal, but thats not really the point its not about SHOWERING specifically. i should have worded that post better but everything i say is very stream of consciousness so to be clear my point was just about how people like to put them in weirdly sexual situations that i personally don’t think they would do. or be in. i do think robin is kinda grossed out by steve sometimes thats like whatever its a normal friend thing. they can mind meld or whtvr but they don’t have to like. have sex about it. which i did see a fic about one time. and thats the part i dont like.

[fingertipsfingertipsfingertiiips]

I want to give you guys the caveat before I start my ramblin': I have the flu and am extra weird from it.

Another caveat: Plumbing parts are often defined in "male" or "female". I was not the one to choose a gender binary for plumbing items, but it kind of makes sense when you're working with it. It's also kind of fun, because things will happen like, you'll take nipples to turn a female fitting into a male fitting.

I work at the Midwest's favorite hardware store in the plumbing department. I have some plumbing knowledge from life's previous lessons, but I am by no means an expert on the subject. I can fix most problems with your toilet, help you install your ice maker, and help you with your shower remodel. Nothing crazy.

We get a lot of older and impatient folks that come into our store. A lot of MAGA hat wearing boomers, is what I mean. And a lot of these old guys are quick to walk right past me (a lady looking person) to look for a man to help them find closet flanges or u-struts or whatever. It used to bug me, weird pride of youth and all that, but now I couldn't give less of a turtle shit. If they ignore me, then it's not my problem, and I can go on talking to myself about the spider I saw earlier that say.

That's not always the case, though. Sometimes, the man in the red hat will walk up to me and ask, "Where's the manager?" or "Can I speak to your plumbing expert?" And I'm obligated in my job to reply and ask follow-up questions, "We don't have a plumbing expert on staff," (this is a hardware store, and the year is 2024, ding dong) "Can I help you find something?" If they insist to see a manager after that, which they often will, I'll go grab one. My managers are pretty cool but very busy, and I try not to bug them with stuff I can handle. Most of the time, when an old man wants to talk to a manager, he really wants to talk to a man. On occasion, I am the only one in my department, and so we are stuck with eachother's unfortunate company.

Anydoodle, the other day I was the opener, which means I was the only one in my department for 4 hours. There are often people outside, waiting for the doors to open at 6 every morning. I don't get it. I just got in, and I was putting on my little vest and name badge like a good little monkey when a guy in a red hat approached me way too fast from my periphery. "Good morning." Was all I could get out before he answers with "plastic fittings". What kind of plastic? We have polyethylene sprinkler fittings, nylon fittings, schedule 40, sewer and drainage, gotta be more specific. I can see this man just seething, he was ready to take his problems out on anyone, so I asked, "What size?" He rolled his eyes and snipped "Inch, inch and a quarter." I pointed him in the right direction for the pvc fittings in those sizes and got on with the morning paperwork. It was too early for such rudeness.

After a few minutes passed, I went and checked on the customer. He was standing in the aisle, just staring with anger and dejection at the many bins of fittings. I asked him if he needed help and he asked for the plumber on staff. I told him we don't have a plumber. He asked for the manager. I'm acting department manager until 10. He finally looked at me, sizing me up in all of my androgyny, and decided to let me help him.

He told me that he had two pipes he wanted to join, but the area they were in was tight and the pipes couldn't spin to thread into anything. I grabbed him a coupler, just pop it on with some glue and he should be golden. He said no, he wanted a union. I grab him a union. He said no, it was too big. I grab him a smaller one, no it was too big. Over and over, this happens until we go around the corner, and I grab a 3/4 union for him. He said yes this time, but it needed to be treaded and it needed to be male. What? We don't carry male unions in our store (I dont know of they're even a thing), and we don't have threaded females in this size in pvc. I tried to explain this to him, and he just wasn't having it. "I bought one here last month." Blah blah blah no you didn't, you didn't even know where to look for a regular union. Whatever. So I offered to help him build one, to which he kept rambling about the one he bought recently. It was approaching 06:45 at that point. Way too early for this crap.

I grabbed a couple female socket to male thread adapters and some short pieces of pvc and stuck them to the union in an approximation of what the guy needed. I tried to explain that he could trim it down but he fussed "No, it's too long. When does the plumbing expert get here?" I was about to cut my losses and tell him the plumbing expert would be in after my shift was over, when he pulled out his phone to show me picture. My dude was not working in pvc. He was working in malleable iron. Malleable iron has threaded female unions in 3/4 inch. Why didn't he show me the friggen picture in the first place? I dunno. Fucking A.

I took him over there, and he immediately picked up the right union but demanded it to be male. I grabbed a nipple and screwed it in, and BAM! Male union. But again, the customer became frustrated and said "No. It should just be male by already." Bro is just that against gender affirming care, I guess. So he picked another of the EXACT SAME UNION and looked inside it. "See!?" He shoved the union in my face to show me the FEMALE THREADS "One like this. A male union." Dude has been getting his plumbing genders confused. I don't think I can help with that, so I'm just going to let him live his life I guess. He didn't thank me for my time or help. Just grabbed his union and left me dumbstruck.

He's not the only one to not know the difference between male and female thread, and he's not the only one to make it a problem. But holy shit dude.

Anyway, he complained about me to the store manager. I didn't get in trouble, but still.

[the-firebird69]

Pop collections. Everybody had to same idea back then. And they wanted this beer to be their brew, and the name of the beer. And they don't mean Schlitz. They mean gusto. And none of them could do it. It's a hard thing to do. And usually it's because people don't want to drink the. other person's gusto. But right now, you're trying to get us to make the splits. Not much though. Anyone else to make gusto? And some of these schlits ingredients. a little bit mind numbing, and they make you a little nutty. And people say it's dangerous. Dangerous. So we looked into this. Our first Olympics, said no Then they said yes. I am right now they're saying it's a good idea. So I want to test it. See what it does. It's really a beer. from the Upper Midwest. and they move some plants S. then some of them are in Oklahoma. and we detect the strange anomalies. around the incident. without a son. and they indicte they dont want this beer schllitz or Gusto. Now he's got an idea. make slits, which is really cheap. and you brew gusto by Schlitz. And we think it's a great idea. It's going to be a **** **** seller. So we're gonna go ahead and To present it. and try and get it going. Didn't want volunteers for it. It's one of the best ideas I've ever seen. and survive this and it's based on a concept that they want. but it's getting things going. And we have other ideas that they want to see this stuff be made. And it's because of what it means. But yeah, we're gonna start making Rolls Royce and Bentley and other vehicles because they stop making them. And we do have a use for it. We're getting those things going too. This morning we figured out something. A son and daughter are right. We're going slow on. moving the factories And these guys hardly care They're not investing that much energy today. Said with this with a dash of salt and we checked it. So I'm gonna grab a ton of them tonight and bring them all in and get them all going. And we're going to get this beer company doing. and we have some people that want to run gusto. and my son and daughter at actually our son and daughter. And this time I said my mostly I don't and they're paying attention. They want to have the Iranian Hulk in the commercial and he is starting to see why and other people are telling him it's their stuff. But yeah, he's big. and it's a message these guys want So they're saying to go ahead and make the beer and they'll start piggybacking and stuff like that. It's not really necessary but they want to ride to rush. But I will choose free will. So we're getting together a package. for people who wanna run things like this including the new announcement and we're going to start talking to them today in a very serious way. Mac daddy wants to be involved in the recycled Motors company He wants He wants to see how it's done. Why is such a great idea and what kind of machines we come up with. Um, there's others. Bentley is ben and he says i think we should make these its not working and says it. mac too re rolls. and they wnat to. It's a lot easier to do it that way. and we would make what they order. and they see it's kind of a double edged sword. But it is what they're saying to do And it's not enough for Rolls Royce around, and this. this batch would be different. You can. buy the founder for a long time and it's the grandson of the founder, but it's really the person who came up with the concept. And the Mac proper helped to do it. So that's what's going on. We have a lot of stuff to do, a lot of stuff to talk about, and we're gonna have to catch up with it in a moment.

Thor Freya

Olympus

[predoom]

8/14/08

Thursday, August 14, 2008 crasy is just a perspective. (i am sid and nancy) i feel like i owe you something after tonight. this is an oldie. i dont know why im sharing this wrote this one sometime after i shoulda just been comatose in a best buy parking lot,ive never said this before and i wont ever really talk about it. please dont repost.... no edits:

"This is where the story begins, not linearly but more like this is where it stalled out. Like “back after the commercial” pause that never ends or the humming with the “be patient. We’re having technical difficulties” sign. St. Valentine’s Day massacre of the brain cells. 8 blue ones will do that, anyone in a white coat will tell you. You’re in your sister’s car on the phone with managers, psychiatrists, and your mom. You love to hate attention. You hate to love attention. They’re telling you to drive to the emergency room. It’s so predictable. ‘I am only telling you this to set the scene’. The cold February air is sobering but unforgiving. It feels like there are insects buzzing through your veins. It’s funny the way the black night sky into the double-doored white-lit corridor of northwestern hospital is like heaven, in the movies. The only thing missing is overweight baby angels and some harps. They are unfortunately on back order. “You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless” is playing on the speakers at the door. Your mom laughs nervously in the waiting room- the thing inside your head bothers her far more than it bothers you. There is a fish tank on the right side of the room, over there, just between the bleeders. The fish in the tank are all a brilliant blue. They are the first thing you circle in a “what does not belong in this picture” quiz. You are mesmerized. An old woman with a bandage wrapped around her head, you know like from the old days, stands right in front of you obscuring your view. She needs them more than you do. They call your name and take you into the next room. The security guard looks at you in a “the fuck are you gonna do” kind of way but then settles into boredom. You almost feel like you owe him a tantrum or some kind of psychotic episode. They say undress and put on the gown. You want to call her up because she knows just how to get you out of your clothes. “You can’t have those in here,” the guard says pointing at your shoes. "The laces are considered a suicide risk. The lights are bright and the door is open- nothing is going on here. You aren’t getting away with anything. You ask them for a pen and paper to write down all the details. They are also considered a suicide risk too and are denied. You tell them in that case it won’t be your fault when your memory is blurry and you don’t get any of this right. ‘I am only telling you this because it’s possible that none of this is right’. They make everything the whitest white in the hospital. The lights are so white they burn your skin or maybe you are just imagining things. It makes you feel more alone than you ever have before. You are lying on a gurney that hundreds of people have died on before. You lift yourself off of it quickly so none of their memories seep into you. You look around to make sure that no one saw you do this, no one saw you acting “crazy”. The security guard is staring at you with the “just give me a fucking reason” look but settles back into the monotony. You cough but you’re feeling down and kind of light and get worried you might blow yourself away- you hold on tight to the rails.

The crisis counselor comes into the room and shuts the door but she asks the guard to open the blinds and watch through the window. Now you are the brilliant blue fish in the tank with him watching. Swimming, not quite as brilliant, just as blue. A nurse comes in to draw your blood. She puts the needle in and you get kind of nervous that she is gonna pull “the boy” out of you. ‘Yes I did just drop that reference. I’m okay like that’. The crisis counselor is a fucking amateur. If she had her shit together you suppose that she would be in some nice building in the suburbs with a receptionist- make 200 for 45-minute sessions. She’s fucking farm club not even minor league ball. You on the other hand have read The Pill Book from front to back. You could talk your way out of anything. But you’re too busy swimming for the guard. She says she won’t admit you to the hospital if you’ll sign a contract saying you won’t hurt yourself. You actually laugh out loud at the thought of anyone depressed enough to kill themselves being stopped by a piece of paper. It’s like slitting your wrists over a sink so you won’t make a mess. You joke her “imp gonna have to go over this with my lawyer. And send back some markups”. She’s not impressed. Crisis counselor A is followed by B and so forth- it’s getting hard for you to keep your story straight. You feel yourself bending it just to keep it interesting, adding minute details, waiting for compliments on your storytelling ability. I'm only writing this because I shouldn’t’. You call the one person who matters from the gurney and say, “the Capulets and Montagues don’t have shit on me and you”. You are pretty sure you got her voicemail. You call back and apologize for leaving the first message. You are talking into a phone that doesn’t exist to a girl that doesn’t matter anymore. But who are you kidding; it takes a bit of time to get in or out of your system, the same as any drug. You fall asleep in the room. Your dreams are sterile and uninfected.

Wake up; the thought of having a conversation with another human being makes you throw up. You are noticing the way everyone is talking about you- not in a conspiring against you kind of way- and again not in a “the world revolves around you” kind of way- but more the way a doctor and family member would have a conversation over the bed of someone in a coma. “I hope it’s not serious. Is he going to be the same? Will he wake up?”. You understand why there aren’t mirrors in places like this. No one wants to see their cried out eyes or stitched up faces. Every time you look in a mirror you remember you are always one second away from crying or getting it right. It’s fucking pathetic. You pitch and turn. You can’t control your head right now on the inside, there’s no way of describing it. The closest you can come is the movie where the paralyzed man drowns in the bottom of a swimming pool. Your head is that scene. You shut your eyes and disappear off of the face of the planet but only for a second so no one notices. ‘Im only telling you this so you know things could have turned out so much differently’. You are a set of circumstances, nothing more, variables. The only important part of this from the start was: you in your sister’s car in the past tense, YOU in the past tense, almost but not quite.

====this is some old shit. unaltered.. from a specific moment.

posted by xo at 1:16 AM

[flyingcookierambles]

i’m too cowardly to ask off-anon, but also like to keep record that it was me. im asking a certain someone this lol its 7:27 pm wed 7/12:

hi sorry if this is kinda ramble-y. im an 25+ introverted acearo who has never kissed or dated or "experimented" in high school/college cuz i was too focused on my grades and i think i'd would like to try sex once just see what all the fuss is about but i am also afab non-binary and i'm not "visibly trans" so i just get misgendered a lot as a "cis woman." would you have any advice on trying to not feel gender dysphoria when having sex? like, i feel like if i got flirted with by a cishet man or a cis lesbian woman, i feel like i would feel awkward and dysphoric like they are only attracted to me bc i look like a "woman" and also kinda bad like i am wasting their time. should i try to just put something in a dating/tinder/idk (dating app here) profile like "t4t" or my they/them pronouns or "ace4bi/pan" or "ace4other sex-favorable/curious aces" or a little trans flag emoji or something and hope people take the hint?

while i think i would prefer a 1-on-1 meeting for my first time, i also was worried about going to places like a total stranger's apartment/house/hotel alone and i had briefly thought about trying a public sauna since it did seem safer for the reasons that you gave to previous anon that there would be others around and security, but my city's gay baths is pretty. dinky? if google reviews of 2/5 stars are to be believed, it's kinda gone downhill since 2011 on facilities maintenance/showers/hot tub not working, etc., and is very pricey compared to other bigger cities' bathhouses. just generally disappointing i guess? and as an afab looking person, i think would only be allowed to go in on sundays which i think is their all genders day according to the website? but still, from my outward appearance, i was worried that i would get misgendered by any who approach me as a "girl" or get thought of as that stereotypical cishet girl invading gay bars/queer spaces, etc.

also, i dont like being touched on basically my entire torso/back or neck area, only limbs i think.

do you have any advice for a non-binary curious ultra-virgin/late bloomer with too many conditions for an ideal partner? should i just. try to think real hard about not thinking about getting misgendered and ignore any bad vibes/cbt/gaslight myself out of it??

or should i give up since i doubt that other extroverts who are experienced with no touch aversion issues and just looking to party/have a quick hook-up and have a good time would want to deal with introverted me and my picky-ness and gender/touch issues ruining their weekend/wasting their time?

(also i did kinda look into that surrogacy sex therapists/councilors that are apparently a thing now?? but they look like they're mostly in the cooler PNW/west coast areas. im stuck in plain boring uhh let's say think of ohio-pennsylvania-virginia tri-state area suburbs with limited car transportation. but i can get around the city by bus. its not even the cool east coast, its like mid-atlantic/midwest ugh. even some of those cuddle parties/councilors i had thought of for trying to lessen my touch-aversion are mostly west coast and texas for some reason?? my region is just too boring....)

(again sorry if this is a long ask! ^ ^ )

Edit: it got answered yay plus then a kind internet stranger gave advice a mini essay in the notes nice!

https://www.tumblr.com/drdemonprince/722689420814434304/hi-sorry-if-this-is-kinda-ramble-y-im-an-25?source=share

[party-gilmore]

Honestly my SPNxLeverage timeline goes exactly like this:

Baby teenage Eliot finds out about monster and hunting cause of a First Encounter type situation out in the small midwest town he grew up in - a hunter saved his ass, so he started dipping into the business a bit here and there because he finds he likes saving people. Tells his dad he's disappearing on training field trips with the JROTC or something. Due to various complicated relationship reasons, his dad doesn't look too much into this

Eliot goes by middle syllable "Lee" in the hunting world, very aware he doesn't exactly want this people to know too much personal stuff about his life

Lee meets Dean in their late teens, they hit it off, and John takes him in a bit (in his own way - that is, reaching him to be a useful hunter to help further his own crusade)

After a couple hunts together, maybe late late teens early early twenties? Lee and Dean get almost caught sneaking around together by John (I personally enjoy 'actually get caught,' but I'm basing this off Lee saying he 'liked the crusty old sonuvabitch') and Dean freaks out and cuts contact

Lee follows up on some contacts John gave him, winds up working with some old military friends of his, who then kinda get him interested in "properly serving his country" again, and he's been losing the flavor for the hunting world since we really started seeing the toll it took on Dean and Sam, so he gives up monster hunting and joins the military - hoping to save more lives in a cleaner sort of way and wash his hands of his darker side

Turns out that was all propaganda. We know this.

From there shit plays out pretty much as canon, with the exception of SPN Season 7 - Leverage is looking at possibly taking on Dick Roman, but Eliot spots Dean on some of the surveillance footage Hardison's looking up and goes and has a talk with Nate - "look, I cant tell you why, but you need to trust me, this? this is not our kind of job. we CANT take this one. please, Nate, I dont ask for much but I need you to here me on this. someone else is handling it. let them."

The the actual episode with Lee comes up but actually Eliot is just posing as the owner of the plan for the con they're running - he sends the rest of the team on their way soon as Dean walks in the door and he realizes they're dealing with something supernatural (except ofc Hardison recognizes the guy that walked in and started chatting up Eliot has died like three times with a federal wanted dossier a mile long and absolutely does NOT really leave)

Eliot and Dean absolutely have nostalgic, bittersweet, kinda sad but also kinda healing closure sex that night

The big showdown with the monster goes down with Dean finding it instead of being fed to it, obviously, and when Eliot goes to rescue him he has to come clean with his work with Leveragr to prove "no no no I'm not really the owner it was a con! I had no idea this thing was down here! Dean please listen to me we HAVE to find the real owner!"

Meanwhile Hardison and Parker were still snooping around because sure Eliot's hands aren't exactly the cleanest either and the trail of this guy doesn't QUITE line up so he could be a reformed "specialist" from the old days like Quinn, except they still sure as hell aren't gonna leave their partner alone with a possible serial killer! And they get napped by the actual bad guy.

So then when Eliot and Dean go to rescue THEM, Eliot had to come clean to them about the hunting world and monsters and stuff.

And then at the very end over dinner in the roadhouse that Eliot now ACTUALLY owns, they discuss that actuay this is a good arrangement - Eliot and his team taking down the human monsters, Dean and his team taking down the non human monsters, and maybe they'll get together and help out whenever their marks stray into joint territory - like maybe the Dick Roman thing could have been a little easier if they'd worked together.

Also later when Hardison and Parker leave them alone to their dessert with a wink and nudge and Eliot swats back at them, and things settled into a more companionable silence, Eliot's sort of like... actually, I uh... look the other night... it was nice. It meant a lot, uh... to me, you know. But... look, those two... I think they're kinda "it" for me, you know?"

And Dean's first impulse is to say no not really, but then he thinks about it, and kind of realizes yeah, he does sort of know... and he and Eliot maybe talk about relationship and what they really want out of them and Dean maybe opens up about his complicated situation with Cas because he's finally got someone he CAN talk about it with and by the time they wind down around 3 AM they linger in the parking lot for a minute and maybe share one last, slow, gentle kiss for both old times sake and as closure for who they are now, and they grin, and Eliot smacks Dean's ass one more time before scrabbling away to his own car

And Eliot goes back to Hardison and Parkers hotel room, and Dean sits in the car and... and calls Cas.

[thenightlymirror]

This girl was really familiar, and really attractive (because she was Aubrey Plaza). This dream started at my grandmothers house. The whole dream took place there. In the beginning, I was extremely drunk. There were a lot of really funny things going on that I’m not sure I’ll remember. Young Tom Waits was goofing around. I got real excited when I saw Bill Murray. I was whipping stones at a window to get someone’s attention. Someone helped me to bed upstairs.

This was something like a class field trip. Tyler was there. I was a part of some class. But with like 100 people. My grandmother’s house was so many stories high and the back was fused into the entrance to this red brick church. This little town. I dont know what you call it when the whole block is fused into one unit. That’s not a Midwest thing. But it made me very nostalgic, like I was remembering something for the first time in my life, though it was nothing real.

At one point walking up the cement ramp to this entrance, it became like scaling a mountain, practically flat, but I was too weak. It was like scaling slanted gravestones.

I made it somehow. Upstairs. The room was packed, but Aubrey made someone move so could sit next to her. Which ruled. Haha. So the whole deal of this dream was that Tyler really wanted me to see this movie, which was a real event that played out in this room. (Though it started on screens after an introductory lesson.) At first there were snakes, and then there were aliens. The aliens spoke in a language that was like recorded white noise played on a sampler. The kind of breathing noise you might imitate with your mouth. You had to figure out their language in order to speak to them, and decide which team to be on, whether you could trust them, whether you could survive.

The movie was very offensive and perverted and funny and violent. Which is why Tyler wanted me to see it, of course. I was getting the impression that Aubrey was offended by it, and wanted to see if I was a dirtbag, or if I would take her side. A precarious situation surely we are all familiar with hahaha. But she was really into it. She really wanted me on her team because she heard I was a “smart guy genius” and would be able to figure out the code. Well then.

There were a few things I did in fact figure out. One was that the puzzle pieces on the board did suggest a sequence that was simply (10), 9, 8, 7, (6,5,4,3,2,1) BOOM. The second thing I figured out with the alien language was essentially a Chekhov’s clue where the lesson before the movie was about Russian composers, one of which was named Tarragonov. In the dream world, Tarragonov’s whole deal was symbolic rhythm, so I figured that, more than pitch, the alien language was based on counting the durations and rhythms of the changing static, than the notes necessarily. Which was a major revelation.

I think the dream ended for me there, just sort of worried that I wasn’t actually smart enough to impress Aubrey Plaza and that I wasn’t paying enough attention to this video game because it was a group project and I never play video games. This was clearly like one of those internet games that recruits for the CIA. Anyways. Aubrey, call me.

[smugraccoon137]

Happy falls everyone. Its been such a long year and i feel like time is finally passing again.

We're moving at the end of november when my season runs out. We'll be going from Minnesota to Washington to be closer to kels folks for a while. Its a 20 something hour drive and we'll have our entire lives packed up with us.

It will also put me officially at the 3,000 mile mark away from home since im from nc. My mom made a joke that i didnt just move out i got as far away from home as i possibly could. Which is true.

Sometimes you just gotta run you know?

ive always wanted to get closer to the west coast. I visited california once and its always kind if stuck with me. Plus bigfoot lives in washington. So thats where we're headed.

Maybe I'll love it. Maybe I'll hate it. But im excited for a new adventure with my person. Because where im at now i miss a lot of things.

I miss the trees and the mountains and thr ocean. I miss going on hikes and photoshoots. I miss finding new places to explore and hide. I miss video game stores and actual thrift stores and affordable clothes. I miss food culture. Oh my god i miss family resteraunts. Good latin, asian, and bbq. Of course i miss my friends, but i also miss having opportunities to make new friends. I miss normal weather patterns. And i miss the rain. I miss thunder storms that dont feel like theyre bringing the end times.

Theres a lot of things i miss. And it turns out the midwest just isnt for us. But in glad i came. Its what made it possible for kel to get his top surgery and other healthcare that wouldn't be as possible down south.

Im thankful but im ready for something new. I just want to find the place where we're meant to be