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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #301

“i was waiting for my chance to find the light”

Did you like the beach a lot more as a kid more than you do now? Why/Why not? I did. Everything was more fun as a kid. I never REALLY loved it, though, because I did and still do hate the heat and walking through sand and getting it stuck all over you. It's pretty much torture now because I have extreme difficulty walking through sand. Has there ever been a time where you just couldn't stop crying? Explain. I know I've had days many years ago when my PTSD was truly awful where I'd sob multiple times a day. What's your least favorite time of day? Why don't you like that time?Late afternoon, like around 3-4 or so. By that point I'm usually bored senseless and going downhill. Do you like your lips? Do you enjoy kissing? They're fine, ig. And I mean yeah, if I'm really into the person? Do you like any music from the American Idols? Which ones? Ngl, I don't even remember any besides Kelly Clarkson, and who the FUCK doesn't like "Breakaway." Do you like when people challenge you? If so, in what? No, I get nervous about embarrassing myself. Personally for you, is falling for someone way beyond your control? It is entirely out of my control. What's something other than a fruit that you love in milkshakes? (Ex.twix ) Mostly chocolate stuff, haha. What is your all time FAVORITE milkshake? Ever tried the Reese's Blast from Sonic? That's some A+ shit. What's the latest you've ever stayed up reading a book? No clue. When having a peanut butter & jam sandwich, what is the best kind of jam? Grape. Do you like to write poetry? Yeah, but it's been a long time since I wrote anything. I used to do it aaall the time, but now I have to be seriously motivated and dedicated to the idea. When you get mad do you cry? Absolutely. Would you ever consider modeling? No. I do think one or two model-esque photos of myself would be nice and possibly help my self-confidence, but it's not something I'm seeking out and paying for. Are you scared of crossing bridges? Not very, no. If they're kinda sketchy-looking, I might feel a tad tense, but I'm not really scared of them. Would you consider yourself clumsy? I am unfuckingbelievably clumsy. Ever bought ice cream from an ice cream truck? Yeah, sometimes Mom would let me and my sisters do that as kids when one came through our neighborhood. Have you ever had a poem or story published? No. If you had/have a kid would you ever let them get a tattoo? If they were of the appropriate age, of course. And if they were getting it done professionally and not at some party drunk with friends. They better be in a sterile environment with someone who knows what they're doing. Do you love guinea pigs? Absolutely. I had three or four as pets when I was a kid. What is the worst thing you ever did that got you grounded? Probably run away from home. Have you ever been chased by a snake? No... and this is a misconception. Snakes don't chase. They go for what they see as the safest escape route, and sometimes they identify your own chosen direction as where they wanted to head, too. Where do you wanna work? I want to be a freelance photographer. What awards have you won? A lot of "A honor roll" trophies through school, among other academic awards. I seriously don't know what happened to that intelligence. I also have dance awards and lots of childhood sports team stuff. Would you consider yourself good at taking care of kids? I don't think I am, no. I'm way too nervous and awkward around kids. I've had to babysit for my sister twice though, and Ashley told me the kids had lots of fun and had no complaints. I guess like... I can do it, I am just very, very uncomfortable taking kids under my wing. I worry about leading them in the wrong direction. How old would a guy have to be before you wouldn't date them? I don't know, it would really depend on how much I was into the person. I generally stick with the approximation of a ten year gap though being my limit, so I think maybe him being in his mid-30s would make me feel a bit too weird. Be honest, have you ever tried weed? No, but quite honestly, I'd probably try an edible. I refuse to smoke anything for my lungs' sake. I'm curious if medical marijuana would actually be beneficial for me. Has anyone ever broken up with you with a note? No, but uh... I have, lol. It's how I broke up with my "puppy-dog love" boyfriend in middle school. Literally after he asked me if I was thinking of breaking up with him, and I said no before handing him the note because I was just too scared to do it to his face. I know, that was absolutely awful. Never, ever do that to the most innocent boy ever, kids. He didn't deserve that. Do you have sensitive teeth? Kinda. What was the worst thing you ever did to get detention/suspended? I've only ever had detention once for having too many tardies to my first class of the day in high school. We'd frequently arrive to school just a few minutes late because I was fucking impossible to drag out of bed. Have you ever suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder? Yes. Do you suffer from nasal allergies? Yes. What's your favorite kind of pudding? I only really like chocolate pudding. Have you done anything really interesting lately? I guess you could consider starting a virtual partial hospitalization program "interesting." It's not the intensive version like my first was, but rather being shorter. I just really need something to get my mental health back on the tracks. What’s the latest really fun thing you’ve done? REALLY fun? Hell if I know. I don't experience "fun" a lot at all anymore... I only ever feel like, this watered down, unenthusiastic sorry excuse for it. Have you discovered any good music lately? Oh yeah, I've found lots of 3TEETH songs I'm mad into. "ULTRAnumb" by Blue Stahli is also a total bop. How about any good new television shows? No. Or perhaps some interesting books? Nothing new, no. Have you picked up a new hobby or learned a new skill? I mean, within what timespan? Nothing lately, really. Has anybody ever done your makeup for you? Yeah. Do you own any sparkly items of clothing? No. What’s the most colorful accessory you own and use? *shrug* Do you enjoy drag artists’ work? If so, name some of your favorites. Oh yes, I have wild respect for drag queens. I don't know enough of them to have a fair favorite, but I do watch Trixie Mattel on YouTube and he is a goddamn hoot. What, right now, is the best thing in your life? Um. I don't really know. Probably the fact my mother still lets my too-big-for-the-nest ass to live with her... I don't want to picture how my life would be if I didn't have her still essentially holding my hand. What’s a place you like to go to when you need to get away for a bit? I actually love car rides for this, so long as I can ride passenger and just blare my music and not talk. It's so odd, being afraid of driving but finding great freedom and comfort in just... going. Do you like apples? I love apples. Anything exciting coming up for you in the near future? I paid the deposit for my tattoo appointment, so it was officially scheduled in May!! I was expecting an open date to be kinda far with just how amazing this parlor is, so I wasn't too shocked to hear I have to wait a few months, but man I can hardly wait. When you get an account for something, what's the first username you try? Unless it's for a "professional" site, in which case I'd use my actual name, I just about without fail with use "Ozzkat," or replace the "o" with a zero if that's somehow taken. Would you be okay with a friend wanting to date one of your exes? Which ex? What kind of accent do people typically have where you're from? Southern. Does history interest you at all? Can't say it does. What's something you wish you could do-over? There are many things, man. Is your hair in layers or is it all the same length? Neither, really. The left side of my head is very short/shaved, and as the hair goes around to the right, it gets longer. There aren't "layers," though. Is there anyone who you're afraid to be in a car with, if they're driving? I wouldn't say afraid, but with my sister's road rage and serious tail-gating issue, riding with her can make me nervous. What's something you're very good at? Um, I guess creative writing. Do you like sour gummy worms? oh FUCK yeah Would you pick up a hitchhiker if they seemed harmless? No. I am way too paranoid for that shit. Would you be bothered if your boyfriend liked to bite you? Uhhh I'm going to assume you mean this in a sexual context, in which case I don't care so long as it's not in a visible spot. How often do you get the opportunity to be completely alone? The answer used to be a shitload, and seeing as I'm in my room most of the time, I still feel like that's kind of true, but since Mom's cancer diagnosis and she had to stop working, she's usually home with me. I like it that way, though. Total isolation is bad for me. Do you have a trampoline? Nah, haven't in many years. What's your favorite Pixar movie? Finding Nemo. What is the strangest thing you've been asked? Something sexual that made me extremely uncomfortable. What’s the weirdest thing about life that people just accept as normal? The fact we put so much worth into pieces of green paper. What's the most random thing you've done out of boredom? *shrug* What show did your parents not let you watch as a kid? There weren't any specific shows that we even wanted to watch that Mom forbade us to see... I mean she certainly wouldn't let my sisters and I watch something like South Park as little kids, but none of us really sought unsuitable shows out. We were all about Disney, Nick, and Animal Planet in my case. What is the most pleasurable feeling that doesn't involve anything sexual? What comes to mind first is a big hug from someone who makes you feel safe when you don't anywhere else. What was your last "oops, wrong person" moment? I'm going to assume I sent somebody a text meant for another person. I'm super careful about avoiding stuff like this because I get horribly embarrassed, so it's difficult to recall the last time I slipped up. What do you find attractive that isn't considered "normal" attraction? Having a broad imagination and drive to create. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve done drunk? N/A What's something you really enjoy, but can't have? A pet tarantula because Mom refuses to let me lmao. I'm so into them now and desperately want a Grammastola pulchra. What Wikipedia article have you recently read? I haven't read any recently. What subject should be taught at schools, but isn't? Basic adulting and financial skills. What is the worst game you've ever played? I dunno. I've played sooooo many video games throughout my life. What tragic event was coincidentally beneficial to you? My overdose because it led to an intensive partial hospitalization program that totally changed my life. What did you think was cool when you were younger that you now think isn’t? Good question... What are your favorite or most memorable lines from any movie/show? I vaguely remember the concepts of some quotes, but not well enough to recite them. None that are seriously memorable or heavy pop up in my head now. What's a good example of 'Don't knock it till you try it'? Putting peanut butter on top of waffles with syrup. It is fucking delicious. What's your go-to get pumped up song? 5FDP's cover of "Mama Said Knock You Out" is badass HYPE. What's the dumbest thing your parents have said or done? Well, through a family assessment before my current partial hospitalization could begin, I very recently learned my dad fucking did drugs before my sisters and I were born, including shit like cocaine. That was great to suddenly learn. As for my mom... probably have a kid too young? She doesn't talk very much about her eldest daughter's history with (and without) her, but I know enough to know that was a very rocky time in her life. What are some things you wish existed? Cures for countless illnesses, and I also have SUUUUUCH a yearning for some kind of technology that could copy an image in your head onto a drawing device. If only I could draw how/what I see up there... Which person shaped you the most? Jason. Or Mom. What’s the one movie you couldn’t finish? Why? Couldn't tell you; I just haven't watched enough. What's a small thing you have a big passion for? Meerkats, quite literally with "small" lmao. What change have you made recently to help the environment? I have metal straws I try to remember to bring with me if I go out to eat. What was the hardest thing you've ever had to forgive? The way Jason left. Is there anything or anyone you're angry at, that you haven't forgiven yet? I sometimes question if I truly have forgiven Jason. I lean kinda heavily towards yes, I have, I'm just bitter about it all regardless. Have you ever plotted revenge against someone? No. Have you ever done anything to get revenge against someone? I can't think of anything off the top of my head. What is the greatest longing of your heart? To feel purpose. Who was your first love? Some guy in high school who "had" to talk to me upon seeing me the first time, only to wind up wanting to hear nothing from me later on down the line. What denomination is your church (if you go)? N/A What was the first year you voted in a presidential election? This most recent election, actually. Have you ever been afraid of the world ending? I used to worry it would happen in my lifetime, but now I don't. If it ends, it ends. I ain't got much to lose nowadays. What is unfair about your life? My mental health. My financial position. I'd rather not focus on the billion shitty things going on in my life rn, so next question. Did you write love poems when you were younger? ugh Who are you jealous of and why? There's a lot of people I'm in some way envious of, honestly. Have you ever had an account of yours hacked? Yes. Thankfully nothing major happened. Have you ever been a victim of police misconduct? No.

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''creatures x: to the grave'' by motionless in white

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coffeecomicsgalore · 5 years ago

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For the Love of a Chat

oops.

runs away from the potential rock throwing

Ao3

Chapter 21 – Kiss

When Marinette woke up that morning, she never thought that she would wake up from a peaceful sleep to find a sweet note lying beside her after her leather-clad partner left her bedroom bound for home.

She never thought that she would be minding her own business while sketching at the park when a curious kitty casually walked up to her and watch her make a flower crown and donned it on his head.

She never would have believed in a million years that finally confessing one of the world’s largest secrets (to her at least) about being in love with Adrien Agreste to Chat Noir would result in him showing her how she should be loved by taking her out on the town.

And she never thought that him asking her out on this amazing date would have her standing in front of him, the electricity flowing strongly between them as the romantic firework display colored the dark sky.

But yet here she was, looking into his glossy green eyes, a sense of desire and unspoken promises communicating silently between them.

The electric current was like a magnet bringing themselves closer to the brink. They inched closer and closer until the space between them practically vanished, their breaths intermingling as both their eyes fluttered closed.

Their hearts were beating erratically and could be felt against their rib cages. Chat’s tail curled around Marinette’s waist to keep her close to him and the feeling of extra security made her feel protected and loved. Their grips tightened as the anticipation of a kiss was close to breaking them.

That was until they heard the shrill cry of a woman who was being playfully chased by her date in the street that they realized how close they really were. Blush tinged their cheeks as the intimate moment was ambushed, bringing them right back to the present. But their awkwardness only increased when the sounds of cameras clicking near them caused them both to look up to the sound, Chat doing so a bit quicker than she ever could, burying Marinette’s head back towards his chest to keep her face hidden from their view.

“Oh my god.” She muttered bashfully, placing both her hands against the side of her face to help further hide her identity. “Are they seriously-?”

“Yup.” He quickly stated and gave the small crowd an angry scowl. Some of the patrons looked away as they felt embarrassed for getting caught, while others took one last photo before walking away without another word.

Chat looked around to see if he could make a quick getaway, anger still buried beneath his chest at the thought of how stupid he was for taking her out into the open.

He paled as a sudden thought crossed his mind. If any of the photos actually showed Marinette’s face, Hawkmoth may use her or her family as a way to give up his Miraculous. He promised Ladybug that he would protect Marinette from this going too far.

And he promised Marinette that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.

Yet here he was, unable to control the swell of his heart as the love for her grew to an exaggerated amount, almost kissing her out in the public where people could take pictures and post it all over the internet.

He was a fool to think that he could have a relationship with her as his superhero self. He should have tried harder to pursue a relationship with Marinette as Adrien. And if he knew any better - since his stupid oblivious self obviously didn’t - he wouldn’t even have had to try hard enough for a romantic relationship to develop at all between the two.

Marinette could feel Chat’s tightened embrace around her shoulders tense up further. He tried to peer up through splayed fingers to see what had happened and she noticed the stare that seemed to go on for miles.

“Chat?” She said slowly, not wanting to scare him out of his thoughts. When he didn’t answer, she reached up to touch his cheek and called out to him once again.

“Hey Chat? Are you okay?”

Chat looked down with such sadness in his eyes. There were unshed tears that wanted to fall, but he brushed it away before Marinette could see.

“Chat?” Marinette called out, alarmed. “Why are you crying?”

Or so he thought.

“I’m okay princess. Just trying to find a way out of here.”

Marinette looked around through her fingers again and noticed that there was no one lingering after the initial photos were taken.

She bit her lip. She knew he was hiding something. She knew that within his pretty, punny exterior hid a sad boy who was full of fears. She looked back up and rubbed her thumb against his cheek.

“Hey,” she whispered sincerely coaxing him to look right back into her eyes. “Why don’t we go back to my balcony. I think a cup of hot cocoa and kitty scratches are in order.”

Chat closed his eyes and nodded.

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Marinette handed Chat a cup of hot cocoa which he gratefully accepted with a lopsided smile. She placed her mug on the ground as she kneeled in front of him and reached out to hold onto his free hand and push as much warmth and love as she could from her touch.

“Hey. I’m here if you want to talk. You know that, right?” He looked up to her sadly but then sighed and glanced back down to his cup.

“It’s just me, Chat. We tell each other almost everything. I won’t judge or anything. I promise you. But... you were so happy tonight. What happened?”

Chat let out another strangled sigh as he looked away from her.

Marinette got up from her spot and sat beside him on the chaise, wrapping a tender arm around his shoulders while the other was brought up to pet his hair. He leaned into her touch, nuzzling into her neck as a purr started to form from the comforting contact.

“I-” he started, his voice shaky with fear of losing their friendship. It was the last thing he wanted.

“Shh.” She cooed, continuing her ministrations behind his ears.

“I put you in danger.” He finally spoke out, wincing at his words. “I could have potentially put you in danger.”

She stopped for a moment before continuing the scratches. “What do you mean?”

“I brought you out in public to show you how you should be treated, but I didn’t-” he let out a weighted breath, “people took pictures of us! If they took photos of us dancing- of us almost....” he stopped, gathered himself and tried again, “Hawkmoth might come after you to get to me.”

She stilled. He was right and she was foolish to get caught up in her emotions.

“I promised Ladybug I would protect you.” The tears started running down his cheeks. “I promised you I would protect you. I failed you, Marinette. I’m sorry.”

Marinette swallowed thickly. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as she saw the helplessness of her partner before her.

Yet the love she had for him only continued to grow.

Marinette pulled herself away from him and she could see that his eyes were tightly closed. Whether it was to stop the flow of tears or to avoid gazing into her eyes, she would never know. But she couldn’t allow her kitty to berate himself like that.

“Kitty.” She said sternly. “Look at me. Now.”

He finally opened his eyes and watched her carefully.

“Stop beating yourself up. I told you I didn’t care about being seen with you like I did at the café. I didn’t care we went out to a nice restaurant with the potential of being seen or being photographed. I didn’t mind dancing with you. And I didn’t mind that I almost kissed you under the moonlight.”

Chat laughed bitterly as he ran a claw through his hair and tried to look away but she grabbed him by his chin and lifted it back towards her. The abrupt roughness left a sour taste in his mouth.

Before he could lash out at her, he got up and paced the room.

“You don’t get it!” He said, pulling at his hair. “I almost endangered you. Doing this. Doing this,” he gestured between them, “whatever this is could get you hurt!” He looked down at the ground, his voice lowering with it. “I can’t- I can’t.” He whispered. “I can’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Marinette walked up to him and carefully placed a hand on his bicep. “Chat. Look at me.” Chat peered back into her eyes. “Please don’t worry. Look. Did you hear my phone go off at any point since we left the club until now?” He shook his head. “Do you know what that actually means?”

“N- no?”

“That means nothing has been sent anywhere. Or at least nothing that would indicate it was me. Do you want to know how I know that?”

He stared.

“Because Alya - you know the crazy blogger who wouldn’t let go of a scoop even if it bit her in the hand...”

“That’s not the phrase...”

“And that’s not the point. The point is that she didn’t see a hashtag, a photo, or received an email showing that Chat Noir and a civilian were canoodling under the moonlight.”

His eyes widened at her words.

“That means I’m safe. That means it’s okay. That means you didn’t break your promise to me.”

“But-” He tried to say.

“No.” She said, a hardness in her tone. “Chat, tonight you showed me something that I haven’t felt in a long time. You gave me a happiness that I didn’t realize I was missing. You have no idea what tonight meant to me.”

She looked at him, a fervent gaze that heated his core. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

Chat’s jaw dropped as he peered into her eyes. A sudden rush of need filled his core and that bubbling, overpowering love that he had been feeling earlier burst through his heart and reached his mouth before he could even control his thoughts.

“Marinette?” Chat muttered nervously.

“Chaton?” She whispered so quietly that if it wasn’t for his heightened hearing, he was sure that he would have missed it.

He looked back up at her and placed his hand on her cheek.

“Can I-” he swallowed thickly, afraid of what her answer may be.

She stepped closer; her blue eyes peering through her thick lashes shyly as she placed her hands on his chest.

“Yes?” Her silent plea sounding like a prayer.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and nuzzled his nose into her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo. After a moment, he lifted her chin with his hand gazing right back into her gorgeous eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

#marichatmay2020 #marichat #miraculous ladybug fanfic

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heyktula · 5 years ago

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Fic Breakdown for Closer, Chapter One (aka, the DVD Extras)

So, chapter one of Closer, the first installment in Somewhere in Canada (the Terror kink AU)... went up today! And let me tell you what, I am hype because this is my very first longfic in the Terror fandom, and it's centered around a subject very near and dear to my heart—BDSM. It's a love letter to power exchange, the sheer joy of kink, conventions, and sex education.

Like other fic breakdowns I've done, this'll be in three parts—technical notes (like POV and stylistic choices), story notes (like characterization and kink info), and then, instead of the editing section I usually include, I'm going to talk about specific lines at the end.

I blame Edward for the line notes, tbh. I love him, but he's a himbo, and many things went unobserved in the course of this story.

(Okay, fine, it's not entirely his fault. Some of it is that he's just so steeped in kink that he doesn't think twice about a bunch of the stuff going on.)

Technical Considerations

Inspiration: So this fic is a love letter to kink, and kink education, and conventions, which in my experience can be life-changing opportunities to meet people with similar interests, and also to be able to do some exploration of your own and figure out what makes you tick. I'm pretty sure there's an AU version of me that makes their living off kink education and the convention circuit, but (un)fortunately, in this particular universe, I am a fic writer (and, occasionally, a paid one as well).

Closer is also a love letter to rough physical play. I remember sitting in my very first workshop on the topic, and just being wide-eyed that a) this is a thing, b) it looks fun. (It is, actually, fun.) There's a ton of reasons I love it—and hopefully, after Closer concludes, you'll be able to see some of the reasons why—but I also love that physical play doesn't have any financial barriers to entry. (The irony of Edward "rich boy" Little being heavily into it has not escaped me.)

Timeline: Hilariously, I actually started this verse for a Fitzier fic—it takes place six months from Closer, at the winter version of the conference—but while I was working my way through the Fitzier setup, I was like 'fuck it, I should write a quick one-off joplittle to establish the verse', and lo and behold, my "quick one-off" turned out to be sixty k, and it runs parallel to a Tozer/Irving that I have yet to write, but which is visible in Closer if you squint. So, uh, oops.

So this story fits into a very specific space in the timeline—that is, it's prior to Fitzjames and Crozier having met, but it's after the (second) Cracroft/Crozier breakup. (If you were wondering if that's why Francis isn't running his own damn booth, yes, that's why. He's very likely depression drinking in London at this very moment.)

Setting: I wanted to stay true to the spirit of the whole, you know, boatload of white men going to Canada and being confused, but I wanted them to go for better reasons. It's so rare that we get shows set in Canada, you know? And I feel very passionately about our winters here, in that I complain about them while they're happening, but I do also kind of enjoy the challenge, in a really fucked-up sort of a way. So I set the fic in Canada too, and then, because I was explicitly setting it here, I also got to lean into a bunch of Canadian stereotypes (like Goodsir living his best life in plaid and denim and the inevitable Tim Horton's jokes) and I actually had a lot of fun doing it, so I guess that was something I learned about myself.

Story Considerations:

Primary Kinks: So most people involved in BDSM have a "thing"—you know, the thing that they care about more than they care about any other things. And one of the most fun things for me about creating an AU like this is going through the characters and figuring out what everybody's niche is. Like, it makes sense to me that Hickey would be that edgeplay asshole that's in the kink scene specifically so he can fuck with people. Tozer having a military fetish (and also being a bit of a kink snob) totally fits with his whole "now what the bloody hell do people think that means?" speech.

If you've ever been to a fetish convention, you've seen guys like Blanky, who have been in the scene forever, and made their name handcrafting BDSM gear. They're easy to talk to, and will totally tell you about that time they ran an entire scene using only items found in their kitchen. You've seen women like Sophia Cracroft, who have a cluster of people surrounding her at all times, and who is never short of someone who will bring her tea if it looks like she's thirsty. And you've also seen guys like Ross, who are reasonably famous in their areas of expertise—the kind of guy that you see across the hall, and you're like "shit, is that James Clark Ross?" (And it is! Holy shit!)

Canadian Kink: So! I live in the prairies, and it's as conservative as hell out here. That means there's some specifics to kink culture that I'm not sure translate to other parts of Canada—and they definitely don't translate back to England. For example, every public event I've ever been to (by which I mean every event that wasn't being held in someone's house) has mandated that penetration cannot occur during the event. No toys in orifices, no bits in other bits, no mucous membranes touching, no oral, no fingering, no handjobs, no intercourse, all that kind of stuff. I'm not convinced that you couldn't have sex in a dungeon in, say, Vancouver, or Toronto, or any of the other bigger centers—but that hasn't been my experience in the prairies, and I kept those restrictions for plot purposes in Closer. (Sorry, Jopson. I promise I still love you.)

Canadian weapons laws being what they are also means that some of the gear that's totally okay in other places (like butterfly knives) is totally illegal in Canada (sorry, Tozer. No apologies for you, Hickey.). The sap gloves that Edward is mourning are, unfortunately, one of the items that get lost in the shuffle. Sap gloves are pretty neat—they're leather gloves which are weighted with lead on the knuckles/backs of the hands. They make your punches harder, but they also protect your hands—and, for somebody like Edward, who does a lot of punching when he plays, that protection is definitely beneficial. Plus, they're a bit of a signalling thing—having a set of sap gloves hanging off your belt makes it very clear what kind of things you're into, and I think Edward is a bit bereft not having that this weekend, because he's not used to having to make those introductions cold.

Edgeplay: There's sort of a, er. Spectrum of what is and isn't considered to be "acceptable" kink, even within the kink community. Some kinds of kink are seen as more publicly acceptable, and some kinds are relegated back to the fringes and the dark corners. In the context of Closer, that means Tozer, Hickey, and Little are our resident edgeplayers. This isn't a judgement on the type of play they do (well, it is a judgement on Hickey, but we don't have time to go into *gestures* all that), but it is a statement about the way that type of play is perceived. Sophia Cracroft can, with very little finessing, put photographs of her in rope suspension onto her various social media accounts, and as long as she's clothed, it's perfectly acceptable content to just have out there, and people are going to call it artistic and Instagram-worthy. Tozer, on the other hand, ain't getting any recordings of interrogation scenes he's run posted anywhere except to Pornhub. (The less we say about Hickey's knife-play, the better.)

Similarly, because the rough physical play that Edward does looks fairly intense from the outside (and is pretty intense from the inside), he gets to live in the not-that-publicly-acceptable area of kink. The area of kink where they usually put the crash mats at the far end of the dungeon, because that way, if you don't want to watch two people whaling on each other with their fists, you don't need to see it. This "stigma" is important in Edward's conception of himself, because on one hand, we see in his conversation with Goodsir that Edward absolutely knows his shit and, hero-worship of Crozier aside, has the knowledge base to be a fantastic educator in his own right—but we also see the subtle kinkshaming coming from both Hickey and Tozer about where Edward's place is in all this. That is to say—Edward's place is with them, in the dark shadowy spots, and not in the "socially acceptable" circles that Crozier's circle of people (Jopson included) are perceived to be running in. (There's a sense, coming from Tozer, that there's no point in Edward pursuing getting onto the org committee for the conference itself, because they won't want someone like Edward there—but, again, that's some pretty insidious kinkshaming coming from Tozer, and we could all just let that go and be better for it. Goodsir clearly doesn't feel like Edward's presence would be a detriment.)

So, yeah. I'll excuse Tozer's kinkshaming bullshit temporarily, as he needs to sort himself out. I don't think he's trying to drag Edward down so much as he just thinks Edward's being a bit delusional, and wants to save him the disappointment when Jopson invariably rejects him for being way too kinky and intense. (If Edward is moping around all weekend, he'll be in the hotel room, and how's Tozer supposed to get his dick sucked by random hookups then? "Yeah, come on back to mine, don't mind my roommate, he's a moody bastard and won't participate even if we ask." Not winning any prizes there, lads.)

I won't excuse Hickey's kinkshaming; he's definitely trying to make Edward feel like shit on purpose. I could speculate as to the reasons, but they're probably gross. (I mean, I know the reasons. Hickey's gonna Hickey.)

(There's a whole entire essay I could write about incorrect assumptions that literally everyone is making about the type of play Thomas Jopson must be into, based on his nice hair and nice eyes and nice smile, but I'll just let Jopson handle those corrections on his own, as he's very capable of doing so.)

Concerning the Chapter Title: If you were gonna take a risk, Neddo, the social was the time to do it—and you done fucked that up, sweetheart.

Tomorrow is another day. Give it another shot then, yeah?

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Edward looks across the hall again, cringes. “No, fuck, that’s—no, I think that’s Sophia Cracroft, Sol, I’m not—Christ. Sophia Cracroft, Jesus.”

I will never not find this introduction to Edward Little fucking hilarious, because he comes off as so competent from Jopson's POV when he's arguing with Hickey in the parking lot, and yet the moment we see Edward in his own POV, he's just a mess. I love him very much, but he's a mess. This was one of the deciding factors in the dual POV as well—I knew going in that the brunt of the story was going to be from Edward's POV, but weaving in those occasional Jopson bits lets us see how Edward looks from the other side.

(Also, Tozer three hundred percent knows exactly who Sophia Cracroft is, because he demonstrates that, like, two sentences later, meaning that he’s literally just winding Edward up here, and it goes right over Edward’s head. God.)

It’s the older guy across the hall that’s laughing his ass off, but the cutie is standing right next to him, looking down at his phone, his ears charmingly pink.

As a reminder, Edward is wearing a white tank, and just stretched his arms out behind his back. The nipple piercings are very obvious, Jopson was three hundred percent staring, and Blanky definitely caught him and is laughing his ass off about it.

“…I know what this is about,” Tozer says, tying an orange bandana around his left bicep.

The orange bandana is a hanky code thing—which, yes, it's dated, and it's not really in use anymore, but Tozer seems like the kind of guy that would tattoo his kinks on his forehead just so everybody could see them if they would all fit. Failing to find any way to gracefully do that, we instead have the orange hanky ("anything goes") on the left arm ("top").

(Older guy, thankfully, is wearing a ring on the fourth finger of his left hand. Cutie isn’t. So there’s no obvious problems there.)

Jopson not wearing a ring indicates literally nothing about whether or not he's available, but I guess whatever makes Edward feel better about himself is fine. He's right with his assumption about Jopson, in this case, but it's literally nothing more than a wild guess, and the mental hoops he's jumping through only exist to make him feel better about himself.

(Esther usually attends these events with Blanky—but somebody needed to hold down the fort in London this time, and so she's in London at present. It's for the best, she can check on Francis every so often.)

[Hickey] sticks his hand in the pocket of his latex cargo shorts...

I won't take criticism on this fashion statement, constructive or otherwise.

So, that's it for this week! Chapter two, Aware, goes up next Friday! See you then! And if you have questions or anything in the meantime, you can always drop me an ask on tumblr or Curious Cat!

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dramaqueeenamby · 6 years ago

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The Tulips Are Too Red

A/N: So, I have a favor to ask of you all. Sooooo many of you have shared such kind words with me, sending encouragement my way in regards to my writing. Many of you even believe that I could be published my day. That still gets to me.

Anyway, here’s the thing, before I ventured into writing BP fics, I created a completely fictional story that I planned to post on Wattpad once I finished the other stories on there. Well, that never happened. I was working on chapters, getting up to three done but stopped as I was busy with other Wattpad fics. However, you guys have really got me thinking about my writing and just future in general.

So, I’m posting one of the chapters that I’ve written in the hopes that you guys will let me know your honest opinion of it. If it’s shitty, please say so. Constructive criticism will only make me better as a writer.

Also, as I was rereading it, I realized that I could really turn this into a BP fanfic as well, a T’Challa x OC story once I finish up the rest of the fics that I’m juggling.

Okay. I’ll shut up and allow you to read. I also won’t tag anyone because this is far from what you’re used to seeing from me.

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It Is Winter Here

Chapter 1

It is Winter Here.

There are exactly twenty-four hours in a day. In minutes, that number grows to 1,440, and in seconds, it’s a whopping 86,400. Most people don’t think about stuff like that. Time. Unless they’re wondering how much they have left before they can clock off and go home to their adoring wife who’s been slaving over a stove all day. Or maybe their kids who’ve been home alone since they got out of school doing God knows what with God knows who. Other than those scenarios, and maybe a few more, like I said, hardly ever cross the mind.

But I’m not most people.

I tend to think about these things. I think about a lot of things actually. Like how long Craig plans to grow out his hair, or if Tammy will ever realize that that infomercial with claims of a one hundred percent success rate is based on a trial of exactly five participants, four of them, paid ‘volunteers’. I also notice a lot of things. Most of which, again, people are never privy to because of their supercilious concerns.

Like I said.

Not most people.

I watch her, not even attempting to hide my suspicious stare. She’s been sitting in the same spot for over an hour, a People magazine in hand and expensive shades over her eyes. To anyone else, she’s just another patron with plenty of time to spare. To me, she’s a hawk. No one reads the same magazine for an hour straight, especially one with a Kardashian on the cover.

“For someone who literally needs someone to wipe his ass, this guy is one hell of a di*k.” I look over at Candi who has been reading for roughly thirty minutes and is almost halfway through with the 400-page novel. “He sounds cute though. At least, the way she describes him makes him sound cute.”

“So you’d take him to the shop?” Zaria shifts in her seat, eyes staying on the photographic book in her lap. She’s had the same one for over an hour.

Candi giggles and lifts her left shoulder. “He could own the shop.” I roll my eyes and tap my nails against the mahogany wood armrest of my spacious chair. “Candi likes being on top anyway.”

“Candi likes all positions.” I chime, finally throwing in my two cents.

She sighs loudly and flips her blonde locks over a naturally tanned shoulder. “I’m a lover, Nova. You should try it sometime.”

“Oh I think you have enough to give for the three of us, Candi Cane.” I wink and return my eyes to the woman in question. I squeeze the solid chair, ignoring the pressure it puts on my weak nails. She still has that same damn magazine and has again started from the first page, looking over the front cover like she doesn’t already have the scandalous image and cliched caption memorized.

“Guys.” Zaria’s voice brings me back to reality as she pulls down the sleeves of her white shirt. There’s no need for her to do so, but it’s a habit of hers. “It’s time.”

Sure enough, Pat is only feet away from us, that stupid rehearsed smile on his droopy face.

“Already.” Candi pouts and puts her arms in front of her, hands in between her thighs, her busty chest on full display. “But I’m almost done.”

Pat offers a strained smile, chubby fingers going up to adjust his thick-rimmed glasses. “Why don’t you just buy the book, Candi?”

She tilts her head to the side and deepens her pout. “I already spent my allowance.”

“On?” When she smiles wickedly, his Adam's apple moves up and then down. “Candi.”

“Oh relax, Patty.” She giggles again and chews on her bottom lips, untangling her long legs and rising to her full height. “What kind of girl do you think I am?” She pulls out a southern accent and pulls a finger to her mouth, pretending to think. “Or is it woman?”

“I wanna buy mine,” Zaria informs, also standing up, looking like a lost child next to Candi’s lengthy frame. “Nova?”

I get up, taking Candi’s book and placing it on top of mine. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Zaria pulls her sleeves down again and tucks the book under her arm, walking in front of me, leaving poor Pat to deal with Candi while we complete this transaction.

On our way to the registers, I look back and see that the Hawk is walking out, stuffing the magazine in her black Hamilton bag.

She can’t be stealing. It’s a possibility, but judging by the tennis bracelet on her wrist and that rock on her ring finger, stealing seems rather out of character. No. The magazine is clearly hers. I wiggle my fingers and fix my jaw.

Who in the hell comes to a bookstore to read a magazine they already own?

Like I said, hawk.

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The car ride back is long, bumpy, and crowded. The van, overdue for some serious improvements or a junking, has a strong odor. It’s not vomit inducing, but its stench will leave you crinkling your nose when you first get a waft. In the second row, seatbelt stretched and clutching onto a protruding chest, Candi engages in conversation with the driver.

He’s new, probably a tempt, and after a car ride with Candi Wallace, this will be his last time filling in.

“It’s so beautiful.” Zaria murmurs to my left, her tiny fingers and raggedy nails trailing over a portrait of the grand canyon. “The view from the top must be breathtaking.”

I give the picture a few seconds of my time, for her sake. It is nice, but nature has never really stood out to me. Too many elements that I can’t control. “Maybe one day you can take your own picture. That one, I’d maybe even frame.”

Aside from a small smile, she says nothing.

The rest of the ride is filled with Candi’s musing and Pat’s occasional business calls. When we pull up, the driver and Pat flash ID’s; the guard peaks his head in the car to make sure that everything checks out.

After Candi flashes him a wink and places her index finger in her mouth, he gives her a one-over and lets us in.

“He wants me.” She mouths to us and then giggles, clapping her hands together and resuming her goal of bugging the driver. When we pull up to the entrance, she’s the first one out, blowing him a kiss and happily waving. “Call me.”

“Maybe,” I add on, smiling when she shoots me a glare. “I couldn’t help.”

“Jealousy really isn’t becoming of you, Nova.” She raises her chin and saunters through the automatic doors, switching her hips and uttering variations of hello to everyone she passes.

“You gotta admit.” Zaria starts, keeping her book clutched against her chest. “She’s fun to be around.”

I look over my shoulder to see Pat watching us closely. He’s so annoying.

I roll my eyes. “My lady, you and I have very different definitions of fun.” Swinging my arm around her shoulder is easy as we’re roughly the same height. I think I have an inch on her, maybe even less.

She laughs, and I crack a small smile. Those are becoming more prevalent by the day. It’s a stark contrast from our first meeting where she woke me up out of my sleep with screams and sobs that were only silenced by a heavy sedative.

We’ve come a long way.

“Ladies.” Pat interrupts. I suppress my eye roll.

As always, Candi is the first to volunteer. Smiling happily, she keeps her arms up wide and legs spread perfectly. “It’s new.” She informs happily when the man reaches her chest and pouts when he says nothing in reference to Candi’s new bra. When he’s done, Candi mouths ‘as*hat’ to us, and I put myself in front of the man before he gets a chance to call on Zaria.

With a bored face, I let him do his job, sending a glare when he keeps his hands on my as* for too long.

Creep.

When it comes to Zaria’s turn, I take her book from her, sending her a reassuring grin. She doesn’t return my gesture, but I’m okay with that. Her eyes say thanks. That’s enough for me.

Any sign of trust from Zaria is enough for me.

My glare stays on the jerk the entire time. I watch his every movement, waiting for him to try something with her. When he gets to her chest, I feel fingers move about, fighting the urge to ball my fist. I can literally see the discomfort on her part. She’s literally counting the seconds until he moves his hands anywhere else. I don’t know if he can tell that I’m willing to have my level 5 access revoked or if he senses the ardent apprehension radiating from her, but he keeps it short and professional. As soon as he’s done, she’s back by me, reaching for her book.

“Well, he was a meanie,” Candi comments as we wait for Pat to put the key in the panel right next to the elevator.

“Too touchy feely for my liking,” I reply loud enough so Pat can hear. He says nothing. Neither does Zaria. The rest of the elevator ride is in silence aside from Candi humming “Oops! I Did It Again.”

When we finally reach our floor, the three of us stand outside the elevator for our evaluation.

“Well, you ladies seemed to have done rather well today.” Pat smiles, the fat on his face parallel with the rolls that make up his neck. “If you’d like, we can try again next week.” I yawn, wishing that I could just walk away. I’d risk losing my clearance for Zaria or even Candi, but not myself.

Someone has to keep these two from extending their bid.

“Tomorrow the group outing is to the aquarium.” He smiles fondly like this is the best news we’ve heard all day. One glance to a somewhat excited Zaria makes me realize that for her, it probably is. “I think you all would have a fine time.”

“I wanna show off my new bra. I’m game.” Candi grabs her boobs, lifting them with a wink and a smile. “Nova?”

I can literally think of a million things that I’d rather do than spend a day at the aquarium, but one look at Zaria, and I know my decision has already been made for me.

“I guess a day with Happy Feet won’t be too bad.” What I want to say is it won’t kill me, but around here, there are just some words you want to try and avoid. Kill being one of them. It’s for good reason though.

Even I’m not too much of an as*hole to admit that.

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For dinner, we had chicken lasagna with mixed vegetables, garlic bread, and apple pie for dessert. If it sounds magically delicious, you’re magically wrong.

The chicken was bland, the vegetables cold, and the garlic bread might have left me with some cracked teeth. The apple pie was decent, but nothing to brag about. I shouldn’t complain. Yesterday we had beef casserole.

Majority of my plate ended up in the trash.

“He was cute though, right?” Candi brushes through her hair, that dazed look in her eyes. That can only mean one thing. She’s already been given her nighttime dosage. “Of course he was. I only fu*k with the best.”

Zaria, fresh-faced, arms out and exposed in her short-sleeved shirt and blue Soffee shorts, offers a small laugh. “He must have been close to forty Candi.”

“And I thought you only liked ballers?” I wondered aloud from my position on Zaria’s bed. Next to me, she continues to admire the pictures in her book.

“Well, duh. I need a middleman to get to him.” She says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, moving her shoulders from side to side, admiring her reflection. “I think my tits are getting bigger.”

“Your tits or your ego?”

She glares through the mirror and then pouts. “Boo, you whore.”

Zaria frowns. “You know I don’t like that word.”

“You don’t like anything, Zaria.” Candi rolls her eyes.

“Better than liking everything.” Zaria shoots back with a sly smile. I high five her, much to Candi’s chagrin. “If you catch my drift.”

“You guys are mean.” She stomps her feet and resumes brushing her hair.

When Zaria yawns, I realize her that her Clonezepam has already kicked in. Her lids are heavy, and she moves to put her book up.

“Uh oh. I think someone is sweepy.” She says in a baby voice and moves to pinch Zaria’s cheek, but Zaria swats her hand away. Candi laughs and sits on the bed, giving her a half hug. “Night, ladybug.” She kisses her cheek and brushes the top of her head.“You know I’m right down the hall if ya’ need me, sugar.”

“And I’m right next door,” I add on, lightly punching her on the arm. “Sleep tight, kid.”

“Thanks, guys.” She smiles gratefully, getting up at the same time we do so she can pull back the covers. She doesn’t even care that the horizontal lines on the inside of her thighs from not even two years ago are on full display. In the privacy of her room, even with Candi and I, Zaria is true to be herself.

We all are.

Candi yawns loudly with outstretched arms. “I’m wiped.”

“Doesn’t take much.” I chuckle, but hug her side. “Good night Candi Cane.”

She smiles brightly, her pearly whites distracting the small mole on the right side of her chin. “Night, babycakes.” I don’t even react as she squeezes my butt. I simply shake my head and walk over to my door.

I stop when I go to turn the handle, noticing the light peaking through the bottom of the door.

Smirking, I walk in and shut it behind me.

“Can I help you with something?”

He’s sitting on the green, faux leather chair in the corner of my room. I narrow my eyes, wishing that I could wipe that smug grin off his chiseled face. He leans forward, his green scrubs a contrast against his sun-kissed skin, the short sleeves clinging against solid muscle.

“I’m here for night check.”

I chuckle, purposely taking my time as I make my way over to him. “Well, I hate to be the one to break it to you Mr..,” I look over at the badge on his shirt. “Collins, but I have level 5 access. I don’t need a night check.” My body is jolted forward, my knees immediately separating so that I’m straddling him. “This is highly unprofessional and extremely inappropriate.” I moan as one hand goes to stroke my already hardened nipple and the other slips into my shorts.

He mimics my chuckle, satisfied when he feels the wetness already pooling from my core. “I’ve seen your records, Ms. Young.” He stands us up, his hand still in my shorts, teasingly running his finger up and down my folds. “Breaking rules is your specialty.”

I look down at him, his blue eyes holding nothing but pent up lust. Using my index finger, I run my finger down his cheek, parting his mouth and tugging on his bottom lip.

“Then what are you waiting for, Doctor?”

With a guttural growl, he throws me on the bed. I don’t think I need to tell you what happened next.

Two hours later, he’s long gone, and I’m out like a light.

Just another typical day at Lakeshore Mental Hospital.

#personal #DQAFics #PLEASE do not steal

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oliviacunliffe · 5 years ago

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Britney Spears Conspiracy.

Over the years there has been many conspiracy theories about Britney Spears iconic breakdown where it resulted in beating a truck with an umbrella then turning to the paparazzi and attacking them. This all started when Britney became a young star appearing in ‘The All-New Mickey Mouse Club’ in the 90s appearing alongside Justin Timberlake, Ryan Gosling and Christina Aguilera. After being recognised for her sense of personality and noticeable distinct looks she was then taken on board to music record when she went on to produce ‘baby one more time’ which was produced at the tender age of 16 where she appeared in the music video wearing a crop top school shirt and bra showing underneath and a short skirt raised a few eyebrows especially when people finally discovered her age whilst featuring in the music video. As years went on she appeared to be forced into marrying her childhood sweetheart after her marriage failed she then went to marry her back up dancer. Through these marriages she then became a mother of two and unfortunately lost her children due to a court custody battle. Due to the paparazzi she was doing thing that considered people to be concerned for her children. Although in my opinion I feel she was just trying to learn how to be mum in front of millions of people following her every move and being criticized on everything she does with her kids which many mothers find motherhood hard anyway and learn new things but it’s hard when you’re constantly being told that you’re doing things wrong. After many tries on trying to fight for custody of her kids she eventually lost her battle losing her kids to her ex-husband where she locked herself and her kids in her bathroom because she didn’t want to let them go after the police entered the bathroom taking the children from her she was taken to hospital where she was sectioned under a psychiatric ward where she was found to be under an unknown substance. After months passing she attempted many times to go and see her children until one night when she was denied by her ex-husband for hysterical behaviour she went into a town where she visited a hair salon where she demanded that the hair dresser to shave her hair with shock she tried to help Britney with some kind words preventing her from making a huge mistake but unfortunately when she came back from the back of the hair dressers she come upon Britney where she grabbed the shaver and had shaved half of her head this is where the famous paparazzi snapped the famous images of her grinning whilst shaving her head and then suddenly realising what she’s done but unfortunately for her she wasn’t finished with her rebellion where she then went on into a tattoo parlour nearby where she then got a tattoo with a small pair of red lips on her wrist. Although no one saw her cry for help but a pop star being disruptive and being ‘crazy’. After months and week for crying out for help she finally met breaking point where it got to the iconic Britney Spears breakdown. One night she went to a petrol station where her friend’s car was being photographed by 2/3 photographers this is where Britney had reached breaking point where she ran out of the and grabbed an umbrella where she repeatedly beat the photographers truck before turning on the photographer where she hit a photographer across his back before running back to the car and being drive off the photographer was left with a large red mark across her back from the impact. After these unfortunate events for Britney people started to realise that she needed help where they forced her into a rehab centre but soon discharged herself after being in the rehab for 24 hours. After this Britney checked into a few hotel around the city but she never paid with card or cash she would hand over credit card details on a piece of paper and she would stay in these hotels just to use their pools until one day where she visited her favourite they thought she was behaving strangely when she would come down to the pool in her bra and pants one day she started to shave her legs in the swimming pool but no one ever said anything to because they felt they couldn’t because she was such a big star they felt they couldn’t tell her what to do. After her disruptive behaviour months her dad got in contact with her and took her away from California and took her back home where he helped her become the young colourful and bright children that they remembered years ago. Some may say that her dad saved her.

My conclusion:

I think Britney was a troubled and controlled young girl who was taken advantage of by everyone around her, especially her management team. When I researched this conspiracy theory there was an article where Britney admitted that her management controlled everything including the pants that she wore. I think that she was being controlled and manipulated and been made to become a puppet. I also think that they started manipulating her straight away to make her think that people choosing what she wore and what hair colour she had was normal especially in her first every music video ‘baby one more time’ which is an iconic music video and song which is nationally known by everyone but it seems different and more concerning when you discover that she was only 16 when she appeared in the music video wearing her hair in pig tails wearing a short skirt and a cropped school shirt where her bra beneath is visible. People start to rethink when they see a 16-year-old girl dressed liked that because I know a lot of parents wouldn’t let their children dress like that and makes you think why they dressed her like that and especially a school girl. I think Britney was starting to realise how constricting things were for especially traveling anywhere and being hammered by the paparazzi and being controlled by her team where she also admitted that they had threatened them I think that her breakdown was a cry for help but no one noticed that because they were more focused on her action than what she was trying to hint at and I think that mental health wasn’t talked about as much back then it is today and there are more things to help you today rather than forcing someone into rehab I think Britney had trust issues and just needed someone to talk to rather than being criticised constantly. Although to this day I still think that she is being controlled and forced to upload onto her Instagram to show to people that she is ok. Although a couple of months ago a video surfaced of Britney where she was filmed singing in her house but straight away people noticed something about the video wasn’t right people started to noticed that the video had been tampered with because the camera movement looked irregular as if it had been sped up and the pitch had been played about with to sound like the iconic voice of Britney. Until someone slowed down the video and what was discovered was shocking because it sounded it like how she used to sing when she was a kid because when she was younger she had a deep and powerful voice and when they slowed it down it sounded the exact same which then caused an uproar of another conspiracy that her iconic voice isn’t real and that people have used autotuned to create the high pitched signing voice but I think that she is being controlled on her posts that she uploads to Instagram because they all seem staged and forced because she always has the same eye makeup that she was wearing two years ago which is the smoky eyeliner look. Because of this I started to look at photos of Britney at red carpets after her recovery and before because of how uncomfortable she looks in all of them as if she might be under the influence of something to make her go. Whilst looking at her smile and body language to me she doesn’t look happy and seems to be forced into attending events. Along-side all of these conspiracies I have wondered if her iconic blonde hair colour is real? Therefore, I looked into old photos of Britney was she was a child and she appeared with brown hair and when she shaved her head and it grew back she appeared with brown hair and a few images surfaced with her where it looked like her roots are starting to grow through. Which makes me think that she is made to dye her head to make her keep up with her iconic blonde-haired image. Although during her breakdown after shaving her hair she started to wear wigs and talk to paparazzi with different accents which makes me think again he was trying to reach out and ask for help because she didn’t know who she was and I still don’t think she knows who she is now. Although that isn’t the end of my concern because the more you look into things the more you find for example her album covers and songs started to become more concerning as they started off as fun and cute such as ‘baby one more time’ ‘oops… I done it again’ but then they started to become more intense and irregular for her such as ‘black out’ ‘slave 4 you’ ‘work bitch’ and ‘I wanna go’ implies to me possibly suicide. Although that isn’t the end she made a song in 2000 which was a song about a girl who became famous and a singer who is being controlled and wants to kill herself.

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longforgottenunofficial · 7 years ago

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Here Comes the Bride, Part One

(Updated with new artwork May 3, 2014.) And a long ways it was that she came, too. If Madame Leota is the central character in the Haunted Mansion, its true pivot point, you would hardly guess it from the events of the last five years, or you could say the last fifteen. The character that the Imagineers have tinkered with the most is the Bride in the Attic, and each time around they enhance her role and her presence. No other character in the ride has been retooled so much, and yet she remains the same essential character. The curious history of this figure has been told in fits and starts, and it seems like a good idea to pull together the separate narratives into a single history. That will take several posts. As usual, it all starts with Ken Anderson. You will recall that Ken was given the haunted house assignment in 1957, worked on it for a few years, and then was yanked off of it to join the army of artists working on the Sleeping Beauty film. During those two years, Ken came up with a fat portfolio of ideas and artwork, and so much of it is reflected in the finished attraction that by rights he should be known as the true father of the Haunted Mansion. With regard to the attic bride, there are several concepts there that go back to Mr. A. First of all, the setting: an unfinished attic. This was a throw-away idea. As far as I can tell, Anderson did one sketch but never incorporated an attic into any of the backstories he concocted for his haunted house walk-thru, nor does it appear anywhere on his Ghost House floor plans.

But of course, the ride eventually did get an attic, and even some of its original details are Andersonian.

The bat mobiles (yes, that's what they called them, even on blueprints) enjoyed a nice long career in the Haunted Mansion, lasting from opening day until 2006 (2007 at WDW), when the bats finally flew the coop to make room for Constance.

The "hanging strings" (i.e. simulated spider webs across your face) fared less well. They lasted less than two days, according to X Atencio. After kids realized they were there, they pulled them down. Which is odd, considering that exactly the same gag was used in the original Snow White ride, where it lasted for many years.

Okay, so we give Ken Anderson credit for the attic being there, and even for a couple of gags that used to be in it. What about our bride? Patience, friends, we'll get there. The original inspiration for what would eventually become the Haunted Mansion's attic bride was the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall. All of the Imagineers who worked on the HM did research into ghost lore, and Ken Anderson undoubtedly came across what is often cited as the most famous ghost photograph of all time, taken in 1936:

You can read more about this photograph here. In addition to the photo, there are abundant reports of ghost sightings at Raynham Hall, together with a purportedly true story about who she is and how she got there. In a nutshell, there are dark suspicions that in the 18th century, the lady was done in by her husband, a man named Townshend with a violent temper. They said he even used to smash guitars onstage (oops, wrong Townshend). Anyway, in one sighting the ghostly lady was carrying a lantern. In another one, the unlucky guest who crossed her path got a good look at her face. It glowed, and the eye sockets were empty. This definitely ain't one of them friendly ghosts; whenever she appears, she always looks royally p.o.'ed. Between the photo and these reports, Anderson came up with an idea for a scene in the Ghost House.

One small change he made was to give her a candle rather than a lantern. Seemed a little spookier, I guess. But the face looks right, and the influence of the famous photograph is obvious.

Some years later, when Marc Davis held the creative reins for the oft-delayed HM project, he must have seen these Anderson drawings and liked them. He came up with his own version, with a few new details like a half-darkened face and a cat.

Davis kept some of this for what would eventually become the attic bride, but the character most directly inspired by it is obviously the Opera Glasses Lady at WDW, one of the so-called "Sinister 11" portraits.

Davis revisited his candle holder and swapped out the cat for a dog. In this 1968 sketch she has a blacked-out face with only the eyes visible. She also has a red heart showing, and as a matter of fact, this is when she picked up the name, "Beating Heart." Ayup, we're getting there.

At some point, Davis decided to kick this increasingly-familiar-looking lady upstairs. All the way up. When they made the maquette figure, it took up residence in the scale model for the attic. They also scratched the dog (mercifully). By now we are pretty late in the game.

Well, we finally got what is recognizably our HM character into the attic. There's only one odd thing about all of this...

None of these phantom females is a bride. It seems the character got a long ways toward the finish line before it ever donned a wedding gown. That will be next.

Originally Posted: Sunday, May 16, 2010 Original Link: [x]

#long forgotten #attic bride #ghost bride #beating heart bride

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rielity · 8 years ago

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11 Questions + 11 More

Rules: Always post the rules. Answer the 11 random questions posted for you. Create 11 new ones and tag 11 people. Let the person who tagged you know that you answered.

Tagged by @hikarinoamaiyume and @yukiokasamatsus thank you~

(lol it got too long so I put it under a cut)

Kira’s:

1. What are your Astrology and Chinese Zodiac signs?

Libra + Pig/Boar

2. What do you expect for 2017?

A bunch of new experiences, meeting new people, stepping out of my comfort zone, to learn and to grow!

3. What are you favorite bands/singers?

Of all time?? Super Junior, DBSK, CNBLUE, GReeeeN, UVERWorld, Mayday 五月天 , Galileo Galilei, Kenshi Yonezu, Nico Nico Singers - ASK, clear, that, Gero, Amatsuki, Ito Kashitarou. (holy shit no English bands/singers here oops)

4. What are you currently reading (even if it’s just for studying or a fanfic, anything is valid! :D)?

Hmm the first things that come to mind are my fanfic drafts... orz but other than that, I have around 10 AO3 tabs open on my computer rn and 5 on my phone :U I’ve been so busy with my own writing that I haven’t had much time to read any long fics recently u_u

5. Are you an artist? What kind of?

Uhhh I’m a writer??? Ahahahha.

6. Do you like karaoke?

Yasssss I like it. I just went for a karaoke session on the 29th! It’s the reason why I’m in a Mayday 五月天 mood recently woops.

7. Have you ever gone to a live concert?

Yup! I went with my family to a Taiwanese band’s concert in August this year, & I’ve been to Super Junior’s concerts when they came to Singapore! Waiting for them to come back here, tbh ~ Also I used to play for orchestra, so I went for live orchestra concerts too heh.

8. What gets the most of your attention while watching anime (ex: the story, the characters, the ships, the art, the sound part, etc.)?

I’m super picky I think... Storytelling, worldbuilding and plot are the most important, of course. Characters should be memorable, at least. Art and sound are a plus. Ships wise, uhm. It doesn’t really matter unless the ship makes me feel uncomfortable. I’m used to my ships not being canon anyway, so ships don’t take much precedence here.

9. Do you like taking pictures?

Yes~ I really like photography even though I don’t have a good camera. I’m usually the photographer in my group of friends... but I’m super awkward when photos are being taken of me lol.

10. Do you have many social networks? Which one is your favorite?

Oh, tell me about it. I use Facebook and Instagram and Whatsapp and Telegram to talk to my rl friends. And I have Twitter, LINE and Tumblr for fandom. My favourite’s probably Telegram?? I love Telegram stickers lmao. But I use Facebook and Tumblr and Whatsapp a lot more than the rest.

11. Have you made friends on the internet?

Yep I have. *looks at all my tumblr mutuals, which includes you :D*

Safyre’s:

1. Are you committed to playing a game (mobile, videogame etc), or do you play it for a while then delete it?

I play it for a while and delete it. Or rather than deleting it, I just leave it and never come back to it. My attention span’s pretty shitty when it comes to games lol I can make it at most two weeks before I get bored.

2. Sports or no?

Nope. I used to play sports when I was in primary school but I kind of lost interest?? Didn’t help that I was in a performing arts cca, always sitting in an airconditioned room huehuehue. And when I was in junior college I injured my knee pretty badly so ever since then I’ve tried to go easy on the stress I put on my knee lol.

3. Are you a soft toy/plushie type of person?

I used to be! I sleep with a bunch of old soft toys but my parents have banned me from getting any more. Also they make me sneeze a lot lmao

4. How do you organise your charging cables? Are they in a big mess or do you roll them up nicely etc?

HA HA HAH AH AHA HAH. Okay I only have two charging cables for my phone, one for the wall charger and one for the portable. I just ... leave them there?? Earpieces though... ever since I lost my tangle-free JAYS, my current earpieces always end up in a big mess even if I try to roll them up nicely.

5. British or American English?

Singlish.

... Okay I think I use British?? I don’t even know which I use tbh? Like I write ‘colour’ and ‘favourite’ but sometimes I write ‘revolutionize’ other times I write ‘revolutionise’ lol why am I like this orz my editors for the campus paper scolded me so many times for this exact reason

6. What sort of things do you collect? Coins, stationery, stamps etc?

Notebooks and art prints/posters!

7. What hobbies do you have?

Sleeping, eating, writing, reading, rinse and repeat.

8. Favourite type of snack?

Black forest chocolate!!! Also tom yum flavoured seaweed.

9. Do you have a calendar on your desk? Do you cross out the dates as they pass by?

Nope and nope :3c

10. Social media: what do you think of it?

Wow two social media qns in this tag thing! ;o Like I said, I use a pretty wide array of social networks... each network has its own purpose, I guess? Facebook for collecting photographs & news updates, Twitter for... I don’t know what I do on Twitter besides scream about fandom, Instagram for being pretentious and curating pretty images to show off to people I don’t care much about, Tumblr for fandom trash, Whatsapp and Telegram and LINE to chit-chat talk cock sing song talk to my friends (tho I do use Tumblr messenger to talk to my Tumblr mutuals too lol).

11. Do you like walking barefoot on grass?

NOPE I get grass rash................................... screams I like playing in the rain though! ........ when I’m right outside my house and can come right back in to take a shower immediately afterwards u____u

My 11 questions:

1. What’s your favourite drink?

2. If you had to recommend one anime to anyone, what would it be?

3. The ultimate OTP (if you can’t decide on one, then two).

4. Where would you go, if you could go anywhere in the world?

5. What’s your Hogwarts house and/or Pokemon Go team?

6. Favourite fanfic/fandom trope?

7. What’s the temperature where you are right now?

8. How many tabs are open on your browser now?

9. When’s your birthday?

10. Who’s your idol? (can be a family member, a friend, a teacher, a kpop idol, whoever!)

11. I seem to ask this every time I do one of these tag things, but: Recommend me three of your recent favourite songs.

Tagging: (please don’t feel obliged to do this though!)

@swallowtail-butterflys @codedredalert @directorennoshita @morisuke-kun @smol--kiwi @naoyasukuguris @katotaine

#tumblr tagged #thanks for the tag!

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tpaigeme · 6 years ago

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just photos w original music

Dear Democratic Party.

I have a confession to make. The other day I slipped up and prayed.

Should I make a video confessing to my sin? In front of CNN? And the nation? And promise to never do it again? Should I resign in disgrace? An embarrassed look on my face?

I am guilty of party line violation caught in the act..of prayer and supplication to God.

Only you can save us oh great Democratic Party hacks —- the Saviors and Messiahs of our souls and our nation.

I will meditate on you on a daily basis. Upon my little yoga mat I cross my legs and repeat the phrases, “cross my heart hope to die”, forgive me for I

have sinned. How can I make amends?

Shame on me! what kind of proper Luciferian prays, “our Father who art in heaven? Hallowed be thy name? Thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven? Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us? And lead us not into temptation but, (and here’s the kicker), “deliver us from evil.”

Oops I said it again, “deliver us from evil.”

I guess that’s it for me and the Democratic Party. Think of the perks I will lose. But, the Lord I do happily choose, renouncing Satan. Only God can save our nation.

If they had taken one tinth of that energy and focused it half as much to saving mountains and streams...the land, as they do to an idea that is so wispy and unclear, “it depends on what is is”...we would still have mountains in WV.

They destroyed your LAND people!! You were comfortable on your couch watching CNN. Your heart went out to a phenomenon a passing fancy the flavor of the month. Were the mountains too white for you? They were raping your mother “to keep the lights on” by destroying the fundamental physical composition of America...Dirt. And ripping it out from under you in front of your televised eyes.

But what threw you into overdrive, What woke you up and ripped the golden pacifier from your mouth ... wasn’t the destruction of the land, the beautiful forests streams and woodlands, it was your own private ultra specific war ... and you exploded! Over a freckle on a sub atomic particle’s ass! An undefinable utopian fantasy that defied sensory perception to all but the most mindful of and vexed by the anonymity of human existence, the absence of cuddling, by your mommy and daddy who refused to adequately fuss over you who didn’t feel inspired to recognize the 6 year old genius wunderkind goddesses of the universe. That’s right. you have waged war for 30 years for your right to rule in your happy little universe. Correct utopian fantasy must be not just worshipped and adored but done so correctly.

That’s what got you going, spinning sideways out of control ike a top that had run out of petro. Like a drunken Mexican on the streets of Arrested Development.

That’s right. Stop ignoring me or I become a raving mindful lunatic on a yoga mat with a bottle of spring water by my side.

****

Because....you’re sane and they’re not.

For the first time in my life I feel like I am the voice of reason and sanity and moderation . Lol. That should give you an indication of how crazy they are. Theyve out crazied T Paige. It’s a great time a great day a great time for all the unhinged, unglued mentally unstable nut jobs to come out of the woodwork. They have a platform! The worm has turned. For years 50 years at least detente was a good thing! Now the Sore Loser in Chief, Hillary Clinton and her chieftains are outraged, they need someone to blame for their loss, to save face. Why not Russia! ??? So they dig themselves in deeper and deeper. Little do they know it’s their own grave.

How does it feel James to be the sanest voice in the room? Kind a cool ain’t it? God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform!

Trumps approval rating for July is higher than RR Jimmy Carter and tied w Bill Clinton.

The massive mainstream kgb style propaganda media, crooks, elite, and Facebook are, simply put, on the wrong side, behind the curve. Congrats James. Pat yourself on the back. Well deserved.

It’s very simple really. It’s all about practicality. If your ideas are so impractical as to beggar description, If you get inflamed and emotionally overwrought with other people’s responses negative impressions of your “solution”, step out of the echo chamber and into the light of reason. It is time for you to question. Ask a simple question: what is this shit? Or just do nothing. The pressure to conform should be balanced by reason.

old tyme rockin gospel blues to make your drive more 'interesting' without taking your eyes off the road. or not. the visual is quite interesting too. I may have stumbled on inter-dimensional photography...see if you can find the creatuers that inhabits these one of a kind photographs by t. paige.

Aug 24 and 25

Here is Jim- al X. Zones telling his side of the story. Oops sorry not available. It’s been deleted since last night when I watched it. It’s been removed from my YouTube history.

Go ahead try it. Remember the Dixie chicks? How they were banned? This is no different. Madonna says she wants to s*** Moamar khadaffi and f*** the guy in the Vanilla H *** but no repercussions. Sorry Virgin Mary but Hillary blew him first.

It’s coming. Chinese style censorship. I’m w the ACLU on this one folks. Unpopular opinions should not be banned any more than the library should ban Catcher in the Rye. Say goodbye to another freedom as we approach The NannyState. Men have lost their cojones.

Notice: You cannot NOT care. You must care. For this thing right here. Not caring for this thing is not allowed. You must care about women, minorities, etc because we say so. We don’t care but we’re hypocrites. That’s the difference. We’re all sociopaths. So that’s just how it works because...WE HAVE MORE MONEY AND we are IMPORTANT. You, not so much. So you see it’s not really hypocrisy.

ALSO, you are not allowed to care about your self you selfish Nazi racist bastard.

https://youtu.be/PtfAl6I4SM0

This might get me into trouble.

I posted Pray For our Country and got some anti trumpies comments. They said I’ll pray for that man in the WH. Like he’s the only problem is the only one that we needs to pray about.

It’s starting to really piss me off. Give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.

Is there another reason to pray? Is it because bombs are being dropped? Is it because Obama decided we no longer have to declare war to drop bombs on people? Just pick a country. That we can bomb people anywhere anytime we want?

Or is it because someone offended you? Did it offend you when a convicted pedophile got a standing ovation from most of Hollywood including Meryl Streep at the Academy Awards? Or that madonna said she wanted to blow the White House up? ( remember the Dixie Chicks! )

Or that Hillary Clinton got a child trafficer off the hook? When she kidnapped 30 children in Haiti? Or that this woman now is working for Amber alert? Under a different name? Is it because Muslim grooming gangs in England kept young girls around for sexual purposes for decades? Is it because refugees from starving Africa are storming the beaches of Spain? And roaming the streets of Italy with hatchets and machetes? Is it because there are approximately 1000 no go zones throughout Europe? Where the police do not dare go near? Is it because there are towns in England that have been Muslimized, the churches and the pubs shut down. Is it because the plan under Hillary was to do the same here?

Is it because the real problem here is hypocrisy and fuzzy think. Right and wrong no longer matter and is no longer discernible or desired by MSM brainwashed people. Just don’t offend me ... my delicate feelings are all that matters... none of the above matters. But if you go off script, say something that offends me... ohmy! look out! I am on the warpath and I am marching on Washington!

The problem here is, “you awake?” is no longer the punch line of a joke about redneck foreplay.

I’m trying to add it all up. I think I’m making progress:

What happened was nothing compared to what happens later. A descent.

But initially what happened? Each group made their point. Peacefully. Nothing happened. The fact that this had a good outcome, the three opposing groups had their say each in their moment and no one got hurt.

What happens a bit later, media types begin shaming....Your group is to blame. Blame blame blame.

CNN set it up and dutifully the chorus chimed in. On cue just as we have come to expect.

There is something about creating impossible standards for people that sets them up for control. It’s a means of control and repression common among very manipulative types. (Sociopaths)

The real hurt came later. The attacks began. Now it’s a serious thing we are talking about.

Maligning to a certain extent one group or another.

Perhaps there is something to be gained from all of this. Certainly each group has something to say a point to make.

We see what is unreasonable, counterproductive. To some extent in it’s virulence, and unnecessary.

State your point, without bashing the rest of the world. Behave yourself online. Don’t make stupid comments. Don’t make hurtful comments. Don’t attack. Don’t vilify. Because that’s not what happened in the first place.

Through this lens ljust look at what happened. The boys do the school cheer. The blacks made their points however crude. The Native Americans intervene ostensibly prayerfully to create harmony. Good deal. The smirking white boy, an underage teen, was praying all the time for a peaceful resolution. An end to the confusion. Admirable.

And guess what, prayers were answered.

Let’s be thankful for that.

Let these antagonistic voices reflect on their own motives, meanspiritedness, within their own souls and consciousness. Is what I am doing ugly, one sided and unfair? “I went off without hearing the whole story. And it devolved into a diatribe. For that I apologize. I got it wrong.”

Later the Native Americans went to a church. During mass. They were not allowed to go in for fear that they would disrupt the services.

What if someone had come out and said you’re welcome to come in if you are quiet and respectful. Or you can wait and we will have a representative out here to listen to what you have to say.

Can you imagine ... Native Americans and Catholics outside on the steps harmoniously joining together in prayer?

Both sides believe in praying do they not?

Each side attaches solemnity to the act of praying. Then what is to prevent them from praying together?

That moment has passed but another moment is possible. We have had time to reflect, to process and come to a meeting of the minds.

The Pueblo Indians have a legend that some mysterious personage visited the tribe and told them of things to come.

Thanks for listening.

Rainbows 🌈 and unicorns 🦄 4ever. P.

https://youtu.be/RH8pseoLmC8

Hey John, I’ve seen some of your Facebook posts that come in my feed checked out your page. I knew your dad.

Just remember the words to the prayer, is my best unsolicited advice. It touches us all and everything better than anything and believe me I’ve searched my whole life. It’s a condensation and distillation of things that are spiritually meaningful to all of us. Best of all they are not my words or anybody else’s of similar human consciousness. We know they come from a higher place and beyond ourselves and they lift us up to that level. That’s my experience which I’m trying to share in this song. People share lots of things on fb, right?

I believe you are musically gifted ... I heard from your dad and others. I don’t know if we’ve actually met but I remember there was some good buzz when you were younger.

I’m trying to spread the word and various people come up, in my consciousness, individuals who for one reason or another I really want to share it with.

So I just wanted to share this with you.

And hope you have a good day. Hang in there John.

https://youtu.be/RH8pseoLmC8

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There’s no reason to think that by the boys not being where they were supposed to be that there was ill intent on their part ... just wandering off.

Apparently these days just about anything no matter how innocent, like wandering off makes you a bad guy. That is very wrong in my opinion. Having white skin makes me a bad guy. It’s called identity politics, but it’s more like a circular firing squad.

And it’s orchestrated by the truly guilty, the fraction of 1% that control our minds. This control is exercised mainly through the Democratic Party these days but in times past it was the Republicans.

Neoliberals have emerged in the same way that neocons emerged and like a parasite have taken over the brain and diverted it 180° opposite from it’s original purpose and identity.

How can you get the majority of peaceful people to go to war without a pearl harbor or a Gulf of Tonkin or an assassination or a 911. Can you actually create a Civil War over an issue? They can. And they work on it day and night. Rust never sleeps.

They have all of the tools and resources. Political power, the media, money.

When Mao was losing power he used his wife to destroy a culture. I see the Clinton’s and their backers doing basically the same thing. Any means necessary to retain power. Even if it takes down the whole country in process. It doesn’t matter who you sleep with. Change the laws change the religion change the family destroy the family blame the culture, blame this one and that one, it’s all justified.

But never blame those w the big $, the ones that have no allegiance but to power and who fund your group. Through their corrupt shell game, foundation/money laundering operation.

I guess what they want more than anything else at this point is civil war. They’ve taken civil disobedience and added violence to the mix and perverted Martin Luther King Jr’s. message or dismissed it.

But most Americans still believe it. Most Americans don’t believe in what the neo liberals are pushing. They have seen what the neocons did to this country. And they are not buying this divisive “movement” to further divide us, either.

It’s been around for quite some time, three decades at least. It’s never been about uniting us. It’s never been about us. And that’s what Bernie tried to do and did! Unite us. And look what happened to him.

The DNC has been exposed and yet they keep on going in the same direction. They are still leading the charge off this cliff. Male against female, black against white etc. And these people the majority of them are good people and couldn’t care less. So they’ve come for the children.

Look how CNN twisted what happened and turned on these boys. Got the whole nation up in arms against them. Now they get death threats and have been docsed.

Can you imagine CNN calling high school kids “school shooters?” But that’s the side CNN took. Against kids. These are foul, evil people at CNN. They are supposed to be journalists and they are preaching hatred against kids.

Back to the wandering off bit. If there was a group of native Americans demonstrating or protesting or just doing something interesting wouldn’t you want to watch? Maybe you might wander off too, to see what was going on? That was the whole wish and desire of the Native Americans. They wanted that attention. So why were the boys at fault for wanting to check it out? It was interesting. How did they know what would happen next?

But it’s so easy in this culture to pin the blame on the innocent. And even feel good about it because you are taking up for the “poor oppressed minority.” But not the poor, oppressed white families faltering in this climate less and less which Bernie recognized. Austerity.

It’s not good judgment, or just, to do that but that’s what happens again and again.

This time it happened to a group of teenage Catholic boys. Who I think behaved admirably.

Who targeted them? The minorities that everyone is so quick to embrace even if they are in the wrong. Even if they are railroading an innocent person or persons. Or a whole country.

I will embrace them too when they realize I’m not the enemy. I pray for them because I have more in common with them than what divides us if they only knew that we have a common enemy. As long as we are divided the problems will become worse. Our enemies would fall in a nanosecond if we all united.

It’s CNN’s job to make sure we don’t. That’s their real mission, and their real job. Not reporting the news. That’s what they get paid for. Hit pieces against kids. Not reporting the news. Not reporting what actually happened.

No, this time they came after our kids. They’ve been after them for quite some time. Along with mom and dad. But Mom and Dad are hopefully both fully awake by now and can see what’s going on.

It’s a whole new ball game when they come for your kids.

***

If they had taken one tinth of that energy and focused it half as much to saving mountains and streams...the land, God’s creation, over which we were to be “responsible stewards” not irresponsible psychopaths...as they do to an idea that is so wispy and unclear, “it depends on what is is”...we would still have mountains in WV.

But no, Hell no. They destroyed your LAND people!!

You were comfortable on your couch watching CNN. Your heart went out to a phenomenon a passing fancy the flavor of the month. Were the mountains too white for you? They were raping your mother “to keep the lights on” by destroying the fundamental composition of America...Dirt. And ripping it out from under you in front of your televised eyes.

But what threw you into overdrive, What woke you up and ripped the golden pacifier from your mouth ... wasn’t the destruction of the land, the beautiful forests streams and woodlands. No, hell no.

it was your own private ultra specific war ... and you exploded! Over a freckle on a sub atomic particle’s ass! An undefinable utopian fantasy that defied sensory perception to all but the most mindful of and vexed by the anonymity of human existence, the absence of cuddling, by your mommy and daddy who refused to adequately fuss over you who didn’t feel inspired to recognize the 6 year old genius wunderkind goddesses of the universe. In your laziness and intellectual dishonesty, you have elevated the smallest vexation and irritation to an Absolute. Your own little fiefdom where you sit, pompous and pussy-hatted on your throne and rule with an iron fist and a divine pussy hat with a clear mandate: Maintain by illogic ucharade-save the Wispies!

That’s right. you have waged war for 30 years for your right to rule in your happy little universe utopian fantasy where you are, not just worshipped and adored but correctly, perfectly.

That’s what got you going? Spinning like a top that had run out of gas wobbling like a drunken Mexican?

That’s right. “Stop ignoring me or I become a raving mindful lunatic on a yoga mat with a bottle of spring water by my side.”

And I am infinitely mindful of your every infinitesimally small screwup and transgression.

Damn right.

Who knows? What you’re on about. Only you.

But it’s got you going you up off your ass out in the street raving like a fucking lunatic.

Have at it, motherfucker, have at it. We’ve already had our way with your mother so have at it!

****

I wouldn’t say this if it wasn’t important.

Granted there are a lot of people upset about the election. It’s apparent that the democratic party though, has gone too far w their rhetoric. All this about Civil War, impeachment, and every other extreme Kathy Griffin type of nastiness, isn’t that what it is? You tell me? What is it?

Trump’s approval numbers for July according to Gallup, are higher than LBJ, Ronald Reagan and Jimmy Carter and the same as Clinton. Depressing isn’t it? But keep swimming. Keep up the good fight. But be careful about unintended consequences.

There are people that actually voted for Trump. It’s not a crime. They were exercising their rights. Now you want to bash them. I understand. I’ve lived through Nixon and Bush and LBJ. Mistakes were clearly made and lives were sacrificed. At this point we have not reached that level of atrocity. Perhaps we should all remember sticks and stones may break my bones.

There is good evidence that LBJ had Kennedy killed. He was in on it. Lone gunman ... I don’t think so. The Warren report was fraud a massive fabrication.

I’m saying this so that you can see and acknowledge that there is a Behind the scenes network. They carried off that coup . And they carried off 911. They got Americans to believe a lie. Aided and abetted by the mainstream media.

Do you want to know the truth? You’re not going to get it by being outraged at everything that the mainstream media reports as fact. There is a truth community it is neither Republican nor Democrat. It is both.

I don’t know why Trump won. But Hillary was part of the reason. Number one the way she treated Bernie...Number two Hillary herself. This whole thing of winning at all costs doubling down, Russian collusion, you need to investigate how that all started. It was a campaign hatched on day one. Opposition research that went too far just like everything that Hillary does.

You have to recognize that even when you protest the other side has a right to their point of you. You have to try to meet in the middle. I was an activist for 20 years before all this happened. One of the things that most of us realized was you can’t let anger take over your life. You can be angry but use it in a constructive way! Our model was Gandhi civil disobedience discourse.

Also you need to look at George Soros from the other side. What they really want is a police state. They want to stifle dissent. Which is ironic. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t call people racist who simply disagree on the way to proceed. The kind of solution on immigration etc. I don’t care if you have the pope on your side calling people out as racists for wanting to enforce immigration laws that already exist that have existed for years in every country. Why would such a radical agenda as open borders be promoted? Is that not a dangerous idea? Just open the borders to everyone? It would be nice if we lived in that kind of world. But there are bad guys and we don’t live in that kind of world.

There is so much wrong with the liberal agenda right now. It is diametrically opposed to historical liberalism. You hurt your cause w some of the tactics that are used to promote your cause.

You need to break away from all of that because number one where is it coming from? Consider the source. The mainstream media which is controlled by the CIA. It is heavily regulated by the CIA. If you would do your research you would find out that Gloria Steinem worked with the CIA. So did Nancy Pelosi. Gloria Steinem by her own account in an interview went into great detail about those days. They funded Ms. magazine. Do you think that she was the only one? Do you think that practice has stopped?

Go to Ted talks on YouTube and watch the video of the reporter who defected from the mainstream media and is now a whistleblower. It is amazing how devious they are and have become.

Sheryl Atkinson

https://youtu.be/-bYAQ-ZZtEU

Also look up Maria Kennedy Shriver on Krista Tippet’s “On Being” talk show on NPR. She talks about some of the mistakes that folks on the left have made. She talks about her faith. It’s a very good interview. She has written a book.

Sorry for any typos, and lack of syntax. I’m typing with my thumb on my phone. 😗

It’s interesting how Hillary and her supporters. And many politicians. Oh hell the worm turns. Which is exactly what Hillary Clinton is, a worm. For at least half a century detente has been seen as a good thing by most politicians and Americans. But now, when it is advantageous to the Democrats to save face, they set up a new boogie man. Guess who it is Russia!Traditionally, it has been the Democrats who were prone to not take a hard line on Russia. But now and at election time sadly we’re supposed to pay Russians! It’s our patriotic duty to hate Russians ... and lovee the cia!!! WTF. But Hillary says... oh is it Hillary? Oh yes it is. It’s Hillary. Hillary says, and of course she is very objective here. She just lost the election but no matter. She can still remain objective about all of this. She wouldn’t be blaming the Russians to excuse her own failure would she? That would just be too coincidental too convenient. Take her word for it. You’re w her. The embattled and bitter Hillary Clinton. Thats a ship I definitely don’t want to go down with. I never was on that bandwagon. And I am not now.

From the Hills and valleys mountains rivers and streams...A place called Appahchia (pronounced AppaLATCHia)

https://youtu.be/P0725bnDyJ0

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Electronic voting in the US is a huge problem.

#1. Both parties have hacked voting computers. The DNC is famous or infamous for Voter fraud.

#2. They bus people to several locations to vote. Remember the irregularities in Arizona during the primary? These people kNo there is a pot of gold at the end of anrainbow. Do you think a little thing like fraud is going to stop them?

#3. Diebold has been kicked out of Europe.

https://columbusfreepress.com/article/diebold-indicted-its-spectre-still-haunts-ohio-elections

https://youtu.be/NFpLKc6S_-o

https://youtu.be/jH30e7YIKeQ

https://youtu.be/BNZTJeu9ddw

https://youtu.be/u4FPuLNjvAc. Fox

https://youtu.be/MoGeDGHmwJU

https://youtu.be/OvF213popIA. Flipped

https://youtu.be/_IAJ5fAm3Cs. Investigators

https://youtu.be/ibK4de85IKw. Calling Hillary Cunton

https://youtu.be/mEp0kUzmLns. 56 Diebold machines

https://youtu.be/VNzrJWIX5Fw

https://youtu.be/cy1IlAXeV30

Ron Paul.

https://youtu.be/Cx5YyiyWOH4

Princeton Diebold Study

https://youtu.be/hDc8PVCvfKs

Steallary Clinton