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oathofoaksart · 4 years ago

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LEGION OF SUPERHEROES/DC OC: AMELIE “ZEPHYR” GWIN

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General Name: Amelie Gwin A.K.A: Zephyr; Zeph, Zephy, Amma Age: 16 [S1], 18 [S2] Gender: Cisgender Female Orientation: Biromantic Bisexual Occupation: Founder Legionnaire

Race: Metahuman Location: Legion of Superheroes Headquarters; Earth Hometown: New Metropolis, USA; Earth

Relations Parents: Sinclair (deceased) and Cornelia Gwin Siblings: Sable, Kahlo, and Drexel Gwin Friends: Chuck “Bouncing Boy” Taine, Imra “Saturn Girl” Ardeen, Luornu “Triplicate Girl” Durgo, Tinya “Phantom Girl” Wazzo, Clark “Superman” Kent, Brainiac 5, Brin “Timberwolf” Londo, Galatea @generalfandomsofthefreak, Reep “Chameleon Boy” Daggle, Rokk “Cosmic Boy” Krinn Partner/s: Garth “Lightning Lad” Ranzz (ev.); Mekt "Lightning Lord" Ranzz (AU) Misc.: Mekt Ranzz, Ayla Ranzz Affiliations: The Legion of Superheroes

Appearance Skin: Medium Fair, rosy undertones Hair: Jet black Eyes: Black; turn fully white when concentrating a heavy attack Height: 5’1” Build: Generally small, but limber; similar to a cheerleading flyer Distinctions: Considered averagely cute; often told she has big, pretty eyes. While she’s rarely out of uniform anymore, she has what’s considered a “tomboy-ish” style.

Personality

Energetic | Playful | Dedicated | Impulsive | Brash

Type: ESFP-A (The Entertainer) Temperament: Sanguine-Choleric Alignment: Chaotic Good

Lively, loud, fun-loving; Amelie takes the role of being the Legion’s resident jokester. Even during dangerous situations, Amma is given to flippant (and most of the time, cringe-worthy) wisecracks and one-liners, staying relaxed and seemingly carefree all the while. She’s shameless flirt, constantly spouting lame pick up lines to anyone she sees as the least bit attractive (although she does very poorly at actually getting a date). Despite her general goofiness, she’s incredibly dedicated to the Legion cause and her fellow Legionnaires, giving her 100% and beyond.

Amma’s happy-go-lucky attitude is for the most part, for the sake of relieving the stress that the life of a hero often brings. Not just for herself, but for her friends as well, however it��ll occasionally blow up in her face. While she might not mean to, she has a habit of coming across as immature and reckless, especially compared to the other founding Legionnaires. Over the years, this had started to shape into a suppressed inferiority complex that when exposed, leads to sporadic and intense clashes with others.

Powers/Advantages

Amelie uses air manipulation as an offset of telekinesis, maneuvering the air in and/or around objects she moves them to her will, including herself, enabling flight without the use of her Legion flight ring. She can also manifest her aerokinesis in strong gusts, whirlwinds, and gales. By controlling air waves, Amelie is capable of sound amplification and negation.

Like all Legionnaires, Amelie owns a Legion flight ring, which enables flight outside of her natural metagene, provides communication between other Legionnaires, can emit light like a flashlight, and protects the wearer from the vacuum of space. The Legionnaire belt works as a cloaking device.

Amelie is unable to create her own atmosphere, she can only use the air that's already available; her powers are rendered useless in a vacuum. They’re also tied a bit closely to her emotions, she has a hard time reeling them in if her emotions get the best of her.

Biography

Amelie was first born to Sinclair and Cornelia Gwin, followed three years later by all male triplets. The Gwins lived a happy existence, making their living off the small but successful restaurant under Sinclair’s name. Amma was an active, sporty girl throughout all of elementary and middle school and from a young age was smitten with the idea of running the restaurant when she was old enough. Her parents were loving and doting of her and her brothers, but she was particularly close to her father, who was known for his jolliness and all around silliness.

Tragedy struck the Gwins when Amma was twelve, her father was caught in the middle of an armed robbery while closing the restaurant. Sinclair was found dead at the scene. The Gwins stumbled at the sudden blow, Cornelia scrambled to not only trying to keep herself from falling apart, but console her children while keeping the business stable. Seeing her mother doing her best to keep everything cohesive, Amma did her best as the eldest of the children to comfort her brothers and help in any way she could in the restaurant.

The incident of her father’s murder molded much of her personality. She loved her father dearly and his death devastated her, but instead of allowing herself the time to grieve she took up Sinclair’s jovial disposition. She forced herself to stay strong for her family, shoving any of her own trauma down where no one could see it, and instead focused on trying to brighten everyone else’s day.

The stress of keeping up her mask of cheeriness eventually came too much not more than a few months after Sinclair’s death. A particularly nasty crying spell came to a crux, alone in her room, Amma felt as if everything was too much and too soon, her feelings erupted. She didn’t realize the roar in her ears wasn’t just her blood rushing, but that her room had been seized by a whirlwind, ripping through posters and hurling around furniture. The noise alerted her mother, who came rushing to her daughter’s side, which proved nearly disastrous. The storm correspond to Amma’s emotions, who was now in a panic, as the wind tore the roof off and sent both Amma and Cornelia sailing through the clouds.

Amma, in what should have been a futile effort, imagined that they’d somehow make it down safely. When the force of the impact never came, the mother and daughter opened their eyes to see they were hovering unharmed over the remains of their house, the triplets staring up at them in awe.

Amma, due to the stress of grief that went unchecked, activated her own metagene.

The Gwins made their home at the restaurant, loyal customers and helpful neighbors contributed in making the place comfortable for them with generous donations. Meanwhile, Amma experimented with her new found abilities, all under the careful eye of her mother. While abilities such as her own was no longer too outside the norm in the 31st century, Amma couldn’t fight the feeling that her powers could perhaps make a difference, instead of having them just thrown under the rug as a quirk.

She developed the habit of dropping by the remaining superhero museums, Superman and the Flash, as they were the first few who came to time with abilities that helped the world. The prospect of being a hero herself was something that called her greatly, but Amma couldn’t think up a way to start. Her chance would appear however, just a little after her thirteenth birthday.

Once again roaming through the Superman Museum, Amma encountered three kids right around her age, huddled far off to the corner of the building. Experience in having three younger brothers who were more often than not up to no good, Amma tried out a new trick she had been practicing. By keeping together the air waves from their voices a longer distance, she was able to carry their conversation to where she was staying, essentially eavesdropping. What she thought was three kids potentially plotting to trash the museum was actually plan on solving the conspiracy behind the threat over billionaire, R.J Brande’s, head.

Amma practically forced herself into the conversation, much to the surprise of the other three. A Braalian with magnetic manipulation, Rokk Krinn, a Titinian telepath, Imra Ardeen and Winathian electrokinetic, Garth Ranzz. Rokk, Imra and Garth were skeptical of Amma, who shoved herself into their plans with no sense of the danger to come. She won them over however, by showing them her own abilities, namely, her flight and the ease of transportation it would bring. And so the four became a rag-tag team of heroes, coming together to save R.J Brande.

Brande was grateful for their quick-thinking and selflessness and in return now helps fund their team of defenders, The Legion of Superheroes.

Amelie goes by Zephyr, a senior Legionnaire, and fights so that the galaxy can be safe from the likes of the Fatal Five and that no one should have to experience her loss.

Notes

Zephyr is a skilled cruiser pilot, since her abilities are void in space, she didn't want rendered useless. Her fighting style bleeds into her piloting, very quick on her reflexes.

Amma prefers to float everywhere rather than have her feet touch the ground, reason being she’s the second shortest member of the Legion and it’s hard to tell when she’s in the air.

One of the few things Amma takes with extreme caution is kitchen duty, she’s taken the title of the Legion’s Head Chef. Other Legionnaires take scheduled shifts helping her set up meals for the day. She’s surprisingly stern when it comes to the kitchen, from food preparation to cleanliness.

She’s notorious for developing inconvenient crushes, such as with a constant thorn in the Legion’s side, Mekt Ranzz, and far beyond her league, the President of United Planets, Winema Wazzo

Amma is well aware of her status as a founder, but dislikes drawing respect out through it. However, she does wish that her fellow founders took her a little more seriously, something that causes friction mostly between Cosmic Boy and herself.

She had originally named herself Gale Girl when the Legion first came to be, but with Imra, Luorno and Tinya’s hero names all ending in “Girl” as well, Amma wanted to stand out. Zephyr looks and sounds cool.

#dc oc #oc #losh oc #legion of superheroes oc #gar's oc #gar's art #losh zephyr #i've actually had zeph's bio for like more than a year now?#hell even the ref image is really old #that's why everything looks a little different than what i've usually be doing but #eh #i still really like her #oathofoaks #meet the ocs #Earth 16.21

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years ago

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do you have any fics of john flirting with sherlock over text? maybe sherlock being utterly clueless? thank you & and much luv ❤️

Hi Nonny!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhh AGES ago, I did an Epistolary / Texting / Letters fic rec list, back before I had A System™, so it’s a bit messy but it is there :) I don’t have a lot of new ones to add to it, BUT I decided I would pull all the Texting fics from that list since I now have neater organization with tags and Chapters, and then just add my NEW fics onto that one, how about that? Would that be okay? It wouldn’t be specifically just flirting, but I think that the list is long overdue anyway!! Hope you like something on this one, and I’ll TRY to tag the flirting fics WITH flirting so that you can pick them out :)

And as always, add your own fics, Lovelies!! <3

TEXTING AND SEXTING (JULY 2020)

See also:

Epistolary / Texting / Letters (My List, 2017)

First Meeting Via Internet / Phone / Letters (Mine)

Phone Sex & Texting (Alexx’s List)

Wrong Number Texting (Alexx’s List)

They Met Online or Texting (Alexx’s List)

Message Not Sent by Queerasil (K, 762 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, One-Sided Texting, Pining Sherlock) - Sherlock texts John after the fall and during the hiatus. The messages are sent, but never received. Sequel to WORDLOCKED, TSTM, and Wait, How Do You Play This Game Again?

Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Texting, Humour, Fluff, POV John, Cranky John) – A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.

Untouchable by greengrapegaze (T, 1,368 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-S3, UST/URT, Oblivious John, Lonely Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Emotional Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – “He never would. Petty, childish, immature-bitter. Jealous. She had all that he wanted. All he could never have.” Part 1 of Steps to a Bittersweet Symphony

Yorkshire Gold by Tammany Tiger (K, 1,467 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst, Holmes Brothers, Open Ending, Grief, Implied Bondlock) – Mycroft may not mourn Sherlock's death-but even if he knows his brother lives, he's not without his own grief. It ain't easy being The British Government. But at least he's got good help. Set between the Fall and the Return.

Text Me When It's Over by immaculately-flawed (K+, 1,937 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Post-TRF, Texting, Sort-Of Pining Sherlock) – After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them... Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.

Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, 2,107 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Texting, Bored/Cranky Sherlock) – In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?

The Art Of Communication by StillWaters1 (T, 2,679 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, H/C) – Lestrade was used to getting odd, non sequitur texts from Sherlock. But when "John went out for milk" was followed by a terse "two hours ago," Lestrade immediately understood three things: John was missing, Sherlock was quietly panicking, and this could all end very, very badly.

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

The Sweetest Taste In The World by crossroads (G, 3,121 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff, Pining, Friends to Lovers) – The sweetest taste in the world is rarely ever the easiest to come by.

Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3,218 w., 1 Ch. || Confessions, Physics, Metaphors, Texting, Pining, Christmas, Mind Palace, Sick Fic, Fluff, Humour, Praise Kink) - On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots.

Come home. by hudders-and-hiddles (huddersandhiddles) (E, 3,763 w., 1 Ch. || Texting / Sexting, Lonely Sherlock, Nude Photos, Pining, Fluff & Smut) – When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.

Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3,772 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Vulnerable Sherlock, Wedding Anniversary, Anal, Texting, Lingerie) – John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.

Lingerie by Sexxica (E, 4,135 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Lingerie / Women’s Underwear, Mildly Public Masturbation, Picture Texting / Sexting, Bottomlock, Body Worship, Anal Sex / Fingering, Rimming, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Est. Rel.) – It's Valentines Day and Sherlock is taking John to Angelo's for dinner. Sherlock also happens to be wearing a garter belt, stockings and a rather small pair of women's underwear under his clothes. There's no dessert at Angelo's because John needs to get Sherlock home just as quickly as he can before they both lose their minds entirely.

If He Knows by shamelessmash (M, 4,513 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fic, Pining Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Angst, First Person Sherlock POV, Texting, Internal Monologue, Blanket Forts) – I imagine mornings: John handing me a cup of tea, hair sticking out at odd angles. How he would bend down to kiss me, smiling fondly as he pulls away. The way his skin crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the way his skin looks in the morning light. The soft sigh as he sits in his chair with the morning paper, the way his toes curl in the carpet, the way he rolls his shoulders before sinking deeper into his seat. I watch him, how he is when he is content, as it should be. As he deserves. Happy. With me.

Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6,090 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Clueless Sherlock, Sexting/Texting) – Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John's lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to receive pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.

What Did I Do Wrong? by Starlight05 (T, 7,880 w., 5 Ch. || Hurt Comfort, Angst, John Whump, Hospitalization, Worried Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil, Nightmares, Sherlock Being Dumb) - After John almost dies on a case, Sherlock disappears. So John is left to figure out what he can do to get his best friend back. Meanwhile Sherlock, guilt-ridden and willingly alone, is doing everything he can to stay away.

Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8,737 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Stroppy Sherlock, Love Letters, POV John) – Sherlock asks John for relationship advice. Little does he know that it’s him that Sherlock is in love with.

A Building of Bridges by Unique (K, 12,325 w., 3 Ch. || Drama, Alternate First Meeting, John’s PTSD / Flashbacks, Mute John, Dialogue-Heavy, Caring Sherlock, Friendship) – No one would ever send Sherlock in to diffuse a stand-off; but on one unlikely day, that's exactly what happened. "Congratulations, Lestrade," he called out sarcastically. "You're traumatizing a war veteran."

A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, POV John, Phone Sex, Texting, Masturbation, Long Distance, Drunk Texting) – What am I doing? he wondered. The answer came back at once: Flirting. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes.

Traitor's Gate by roane (E, 17,714 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mystery, Bets and Wagers, Undercover for a Case, BAMF John, Scientist Sherlock, Teasing, Established Relationship, Military Base, Sexting/Texting, Military/Uniform Kink, Frottage, Dirty Sex, Anal, Bottomlock) – John and Sherlock go undercover at a top secret government lab to find out who is selling research. John is back in uniform and Sherlock is back in a laboratory, but they have to pose as strangers. Sherlock thinks he'll have an easy time of it, but John has his doubts. It's up to them to find out who is responsible for putting a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, and try to keep their hands off each other at the same time.

The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., 13 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Texting, Humour, Post-TRF, Awkward Romance, Idiots in Love) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,689 w., 8 Ch. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Beach Holidays, Confused Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

A Week is Just Seven Days Isn't It? by scifigrl47 (T, 39,906 w., 4 Ch. || Humour, Friendship/Bromance, Stroppy/Bored Sherlock, Undercover/Army John, Texting, Pining-ish Sherlock, John Whump) – When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., 12 of ? Ch. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion. {{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #texting and sexting #my fic recs #Anonymous

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #348

“nothing will be free / nothing will be done / black out the sun”

Do you have any famous relatives? My third or so cousin is the author of Not Without My Daughter, but she's not like a smash hit or anything that most people know. I really do recommend the book, though. It's a long read, but a beautiful, true story. Do you care about celebrity gossip? Nah. Have you ever failed a science course in high school? No; I was very good at science. What’s your favorite breakfast food? Cinnamon rolls. Does your house have a basement? No. No house I've ever lived in has had one. Do you like Hot Topic? Well duh. Do you think imagination is valuable? VERY! Just imagine how many incredible things wouldn't exist without it. What was your reaction to your first time falling in love? Unspeakably happy, and I felt like I was building a future with someone. I felt like I had purpose, which I should mention to anyone reading is a mindset to NEVER adopt. No one gives you purpose; you're born with it. How much weight can you lift at once? Ha, not a lot. When you have your own house someday, what color Christmas tree do you want and how will you decorate it? I want a black one with faux snow on the branches, then maybe red ornaments. Kinda look like blood dripping off. Sounds metal. Name three YouTube channels you’ve been loving lately. Lately, John Wolfe, The Dark Den, and Aim To Head Mix. Have you ever bought a designer purse? No. Do you wear jewelry often? No. What color was your senior prom dress? Black. Are you colorblind? No. Name the people you know who are colorblind. Jason's older brother is colorblind to two colors, but idr which. Would you ever consider a career in writing? I'd love to. What was your first favorite color? Red. What do you think about horror movies? I love them. If you love them, what’s your favorite? I really enjoy The Crazies and both The Blair Witch Project movies. Oh, and of course Silent Hill. Got any cool Christmas presents picked out for family or friends yet? I don't have the money to get anyone presents... and while I sometimes get ideas about something I could make someone, then it wouldn't be fair to the rest of my family if I don't make them something, too. What’s your favorite word and why? I really like the sound of "serendipity," as well as its meaning. It's just a pretty, nice word. Do you like to do craft projects? If so, what’s the coolest thing you made? Not really... I think the coolest thing I made was when I put the clay heart I made in Art into a shadowbox, and a poem I wrote was in the background. It was a gift for Jason. I remember working really hard on the whole process and being really happy with it. I don't want to know what he's done with it since. What’s one occupation you think gets paid too much and doesn’t deserve to? I don't know. What’s something you are currently saving money for to buy? Everyone knows about Venus' terrarium by now... Do you smoke/vape? If so, what brand do you smoke/what device do you use? No. Ever done drugs? No. Tell me one of your worst habits. Catastrophizing. I take a tiny seed of something potentially bad, and in seconds it's a damn redwood tree. And I do mean "in seconds." What’s a weird quirk you have that no one else you know does? I don't know, I don't have any particularly unique ones, I think. If you game, what type of headset do you use? I just use earbuds. Do you think you would be a good therapist? You know, it's funny, I've actually pictured myself as one a few times, given my level of understanding and empathy for people, as well as how deeply I want to see others succeed and spread the word that recovery from things like depression is very possible. I've never truly entertained the thought, though, given I'm quite sure I legally couldn't be given my suicidal past and mental illnesses. There is also NO way I could listen to so many people's suffering and manage to stay healthy myself, so, no therapist position for me, thanks. Have you ever been to a Chinatown? No. Do you prefer chunky or creamy peanut butter? Creamy, 100%. Do you stop to pick up heads-up pennies? No. Do your pets have collars? Describe them: Roman has an adorable navy one with a bowtie. Do you have any friends that speak any languages you don’t understand? Old friends, sure. What is something you want to begin learning? I want to improve my ability to perform what in therapy is called "opposite action," where you do the opposite of what your depression (or other conditions) make you want to do. It always helps me feel good, like when I draw even when I don't initially feel like it, but it's rough to really force yourself to do it. What is a food you find comforting when you are sad? Ice cream is my comfort food. What is a quote you find comfort in? There are really a lot, but none come to mind immediately, gah. What is one Tumblr blog you really appreciate? I actually haven't been on my main Tumblr in months, but oh my god there is a Markiplier blog called "lady-raziel" and she is FUCKING HYSTERICAL. The meme quality is A+. What is a comfort movie/show for you? When I actually liked watching movies, I enjoyed watching Silent Hill when I was down. That whole franchise just makes me so happy. What is a recent creative project that you are proud of? That I'm PROUD of, idk. I'm not that happy with the last drawing I made, and I haven't done any serious writing lately that I find noteworthy. What is a video game that you find comforting? Shadow of the Colossus is probably #1. I find it so relaxing while equally epic as fuck. The soundtrack is to die for, and after playing it a billion times, it's pretty easy for me to kinda breeze through and just enjoy myself. Do you know how to bake bread? If so, what is something you’ve baked recently? No. Would you rather live in the mountains, city, beach, or the forest? THE MOUNTAINS!!! Particularly in the woods IN the mountains! Are you closer to your mother’s or father’s side of the family? Mom's. I don't even remember anyone from Dad's. Have you ever been in a “perfect relationship”? I thought so. Have you ever lost a fingernail or toenail? No. Were you a Disney or Nickelodeon kid? I preferred Disney. Have you ever been inside a jail/prison? No, and I don't plan on it. Have you ever dated a guy with a beard, mustache, or goatee? Jason had a goatee usually. He'd go clean-shaven sometimes. Did you ever name your stuffed animals? I named every single one I got as a kid. Now I don't, really, unless they're really special. What’s the name of the person who cuts your hair? I'd rather not share, given her name is very unique. Do you like cheeseburgers? Yes, they're one of my favorite foods. Do you have a Flickr? Yes, but I don't use it anymore. Did you ever want to be a fashion designer? No. Do you drink milk? Yeah, I love milk. Where was your FB display pic taken? 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I used to just like them as a story character couple, but I got to a place where it just seemed... wrong to "glorify" it by wearing merch and stuff. What band has the best guitar solos? Metallica, durrrr. Who is the biggest jerk you’ve ever met? Can you believe that would be my former best friend? Have you ever swerved off the road to avoid hitting an animal? I've never had an animal in my path. Have you ever grown your own herbs? No. Do you like kissing in public? If you're my serious s/o, I could care less, so long as it's a simple peck. I'm not making out in front of people. Do you think someone has feelings for you? I don't know. Do you want to be in a relationship this year? I don't know. I'm lonely and love feels amazing, but I need to get my life on track before I can be a good partner to someone and not just dead weight. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? Huh, funny, he's the one that walked away. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? Uhhh that would depend on how serious we are, where we are, and just what mood I'm in. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? ugh What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? also ugh What’s your dirtiest secret? TMI AHEAD. Probably receiving oral while bare-ass naked on the chaise in the living room while we were home alone. Or having sex in my sister’s bed. Oops. Would you ever get lyrics tattooed on yourself? Yeah. I already do, anyway, and I plan on getting another. Can you photoshop images well? I'm decent at it. Where did you last drive to? Mom and I went to go get our Covid vaccines today. What’s the first verse of the last song you listened to? "I don't know what we're supposed to be, but I know we lost it along the way to something better, something so much more than pleasure that we seek, so blind inside to fill these holes left by these lies that we tell to ourselves as we manufacture our own hell." What do you hear right now? The aforementioned song: "BLACKOUT" by 3TEETH. What was the last thing you laughed about? This is so fucking immature lmao but when we were driving earlier, we passed a gas station that had a sign that was advertising Coke, but due to space limitations, it abbreviated to "2 liter Cok" and I cackled like a child. Mom laughed harder than I did. Do you know any gay people personally? Ye. What was the last thing that startled you? I think it was a car hoonking at somebody the other day. What was the last thing to make you even remotely sad? Today's been a kind of rough PTSD day thanks to Facebook. My old high school friend had her beautiful daughter, a childhood friend just got married the other day, another friend is due to have her baby in just a couple weeks... It's just weird but even more painful to know it was the life I once fantasized about with a guy that just dropped me and made a break for it. I hate admitting that there's this deep, deep bitterness in me about it, like he took my life away from me, even though that's of course very unfair to say. I don't want to talk about this anymore, so moving on with my day.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''blackout'' by 3teeth

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secret-engima · 5 years ago

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(Whispers) FFXV ten years younger AU; Noctis is like, 10yrs younger than C!Noct. How do you think that would work out???

HGFDSDHGFDS WAIT WAIT WAIT.

I’M CONFUSED.

Do you mean that Noctis is BORN ten years later and the plot still kicks off? Or that Noctis time-travels and ends up ten years younger. I’m gonna assume you mean the former so here we go. I’m sticking this under read more because I am going to RAMBLE LIKE CRAZY.

-The wedding is not a thing. Because Noctis is TEN.

-It is quite possible that he never got attacked by the Marilith, because by the time he was eight, Tenenbrae might have already been invaded.

-That or the invasion was delayed until Noctis got there, which means Luna would be 22 when she meets Noctis and Ravus is 26 so both are WAY more mature and comfortable in their own skin/morals by the time the invasion happens. Ravus does not beg Regis for help but instead helps with the evacuation, Luna is not dumb enough to stop and let the MTs take her, Sylva may or may not still die, but at least she doesn’t take a flame-thrower to the face (might still get stabbed by Glauca).

-Also Gladio is there because he’s like- 21 at this section of timeline and has taken his Crownsguard oaths. Ignis is there too.

-Imma go with my petty side and say that with two adult oracles, an adult Ravus (who was no doubt trained to be a deadly guardian of his sister), a Very Angry Gladio, and a semi-homicidal and reckless Ignis, Glauca has a Bad Day. Maybe dies, maybe not.

-Luna and Ravus escape with teeny Noct and Regis and take sanctuary in Lucis and denounce the Nifs for what they’ve done (Sylva too if she isn’t dead? Which she might be) and the world goes on something of a mass riot because the reason they didn’t attack the Oracles before was for fear of what the public would do if they found out.

-They’re called consequences you morons. You poisoned your cake now eat it.

-Luna and Nyx are a thing. Because Noctis is way too young to even consider it and Nyx finds this feisty Oracle woman who demands to be trained in the glaive with her brother to be Really Hot.

-Luna becomes the Glaive healer, using the Kingsglaive’s movements to disguise her own from the empire so she can still help people.

-If Glauca is still alive, he Glauca tries something as Titus and is murdered by one very angry Luna and one Super Angry Ravus who now has LC magic on top of whatever brand of magic male Nox Fleuret can use (yes I know oracle magic is a girl only thing but MAGIC, the boy has to get something even if its not healing based) because he joined the Kingsglaive.

-Ravus maybe becomes the new Captain of the Glaive? Either him, Nyx, Libertus, or Luche, who is not a traitor because I’ve grown to like him.

-Noctis loves his Shield and his Oracle Sister and Big Brother Ravus, Luna can feel destiny bearing down on them and often cries in private because Noctis is TEN.

-With the world rioting in fury over the truth of what happened in Tenebrae (which I HC in canon was never leaked because the two royals were being held hostage and the Tenebraen people either didn’t know or where being blackmailed into silence with the lives of their beloved royal children), the Nifs take some serious damage to their power base.

-Nifs offer a ceasefire with Lucis to begin “making reparations” with the Tenebrae line and Lucis two years after the invasion.

-Regis smells a rat.

-The rat looks like Ardyn.

-Still, he DOES have little choice but to accept, BUT with the Oracle’s healing and the world public on his side, Regis has way more leverage in this treaty, demands territories be returned and stuff (Galahd included).

-Nifs agree to the terms and come for the signing, Regis doesn’t send Noctis out of the city because as bad as his feelings are, Noctis is TEN and Ignis and Gladio are just young adults.

-The Nifs still pull their invasion nonsense because- well- NIFLHEIM. The Emperor is pretty power mad at this point and is like “if we crush Lucis the dissenters will shut up out of fear”.

-It’s pretty intense. Fire everywhere, traitors making trouble (NOT in the glaive, the Glaive were lured out of the city with leaked reports of a fleet to get them out of the way, it’s corrupt Nobles and disgruntled citizens that do this).

-Without Glauca there, Regis doesn’t die, but he DOES probably get injured and separated from his son, whom Ignis and Gladio take and flee the Citadel, trying to escape the chaos.

-In the chaos of trying to flee the city, they bump into a rookie Crownsguard who just took his oath like- a WEEK ago and he helps them evacuate the prince with his crack shot aiming skills and his knowledge of the city’s back streets (”I like to take photos of the alley cats okay????”)

-The four end up outside the city, separated from all backup, in a hotwired car that Ignis took (”Since when do YOU know how to hotwire a car?” “Since I thought the skill might come in handy now shut up and watch the road”).

-Insomnia doesn’t fall, but the Empire is freaking stubborn and starts a siege or something, so the bros can’t get back in, and since they encountered some Crownsguard traitors in the chaos so they don’t trust anyone outside their foursome and they’re being actively hunted by the Empire ...

-Who’s up for a road trip?

-Also Regis probably thinks Noctis is dead because Angst and is furious beyond words and Luna smuggles herself out of the city to go wake up the Astrals and ask what to do now only to find out from a really vague Gentiana that the Chosen Lives so she’s off doing that solo adventure playing Hot-Cold with the bros as they run around trying not to get spotted by Nifs and figuring out WHAT TO DO. HELP.

(and this is the point where I could either make this a horrible tragedy about child kings and sacrificial lambs but I hate sad endings so I won’t so have some crack-flavored Fluff instead)

-Cor smuggles himself out to join the search but Ignis is doing his job a little Too Well so nobody can find these bros as they run around and Noctis ends up befriending Titan through the sheer power of his Cute and then Ramuh comes down to see because the Chosen isn’t old enough to take on his destiny except oh look. BBY. and his Granddadly instincts are roused for the first time in Millenia and so now the group has a doting Grandpa showing up at random to give advice and Smite People.

-Noctis continues to befriend just about Anything That Breathes as Big Bro Gladio, Brother Ignis, and his new Brother Prompto cart him around the wilderness of Lucis trying to figure out how to get safely back in Insomnia when there is a siege happening (the Siege is keeping the Glaives busy btw, which is why they aren’t out in force looking for Noctis).

-At one point Noctis gets separated from his bros in like- Lestallum or something and is wandering around freaking out when he bumps into someone. “Sorry,” he sniffles, trying hard to be dignified but also is so close to crying. The figure turns and ... looks at him. He doesn’t like that look.

-Noctis, who has been repeatedly told that he is in danger and needs to keep a low profile, starts to duck away from the man, afraid of being spotted, but then the man is in front of him, blocking his way and there are no other people around and Noctis is shaking and terrified, magic sparking under his skin as the man REACHES for him with a leer- and Noctis sobs and his magic reaches out instinctively in search of help-someone-please-PLEASE-

-A sword goes through the man’s chest, pinning him to the wall and suddenly there is a stranger there. A stranger with crackling, snapping magic that coils around Noctis, old and deadly and wounded but not- not evil. The new stranger turns and looks at Noctis, something cold and confused in his gaze, and maybe Noctis should be terrified of this man with red hair and tacky clothes and what looks like black makeup that’s all runny like he’s gotten it wet or been crying, but all Noctis can think is that someone rescued him, someone is HERE and that man has magic just like Noctis so he must be safe and-

-Ardyn feels like the wind has been knocked out of him less because of a scrawny ten year old cannoning into his waist in a desperate sobbing hug and more because- because-

-He hadn’t expected the Chosen to be a child.

-He had known, conceptually, that Regis’s son was very young but that- that was different from seeing it. From feeling young, immature magic latch onto his in desperation and needy trust and looking down at this tiny child who was already sobbing his heart out into the waistcoat of a MONSTER.

-The Chosen King is a child.

-And Ardyn can already feel two Covenants burning under the boy’s skin.

-The Astrals mean to make a CHILD their sacrifice? They will not even wait until he is grown?

-And Ardyn is not ... sane really, but no matter what he tells himself he still has standards and underneath the screaming of the scourge the old Healer King, the older brother who did more to raise his sibling than their father ever did, rears its head and snarls NO.

-Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto, who are all losing their minds over getting separated from Noctis, find him sniffling but content on the hip of a strange hobo-like man who smiles false smiles and says nothing with a great deal of words and somehow inserts himself into their group and never leaves. Noctis doesn’t WANT him to leave and the three are terribly astonished when Noctis blurts out that this poor man is sick and has magic like Noctis, but his sickness makes him tired and cranky.

-Ardyn is trying not to laugh to the point of tears over such a SIMPLE explanation of the Starscourge.

-Anyway to make an already stupid long ramble shorter, Noctis cutes his way to victory by melting the heart of the Accursed into going “Mine. My Nephew Now.” The Empire overreaches and gets it’s back broken by mass riots and Lucis’s defense and Altissia and Tenebrae both rising up in a bid for freedom, Ardyn gets medical help from a Very Confused Luna and they end up curing the Starscourge through the Power of Cute and the Power of Spite (aka Noctis and Ardyn) and then come back to Insomnia with a defected chancellor in tow who is now fully cured and mostly sane again and utterly devoted to his cute nephew.

-Regis is too grateful at finding his son alive and well despite prophecy to really care about the ex-Chancellor happily passing Noctis candy under Ignis’s exasperated eye every time Noctis looks the slightest bit Cuter than Normal.

#SE asks #oliverslewty asks #And A Child Shall Lead Them verse #Secret Engima Rambles

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suckitsurveys · 5 years ago

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Ready to answer 151 Questions? No.

1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? Last week. I am extremely grateful to have access to a pool this summer. It’s at my sister’s mother in law’s. She lets my sister and her daughters use it while she’s at work and I tag along too. 2. Do you like to party? I love throwing parties. Not like, huge drunk ragers, but bday parties are my specialty. 3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? I’ve been social distancing myself from them for almost 10 years, so. 4. Are you a virgin? Nope. 5. What are your parents views on your relationships? My dad likes Mark.

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I am married to my crush. 7. Is your best friend dating anyone? One is. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? It’s an olive green shirt with the Route 66 logo on it. 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I really don’t care. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I do that 99.99% of the time. 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On myself? My stomach. 12. Would people describe you as happy? Not currently. 13. Are you single? Nope. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Nah. 15. Do you have Tumblr? I really only use it for this, which I also haven’t done in a while either.

16. What about Xanga? Aww, RIP Xanga. 17. Have you ever babysat before? Yes. 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate? Most of my college professors. 19. Ever shopped at Sephora? I think I’ve been in one before? 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do? I mean, I’d be pretty shocked and hurt. 21. Do you have any university plans? Lol. 22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do? Support her? 23. What are your views on sex? Be safe! Always get consent! 24. Do sexual questions bother you? No. 25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up? Uh, what? 26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding? Yeah. 27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’? Yeah, I don’t see too much of it anymore. 28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook? Yes. 29. Would you ever date a friends Ex? I did that once oops. 30. What’s the last book you read? I’m still working on a couple. 31. Ready for 10 simple questions? Sure. 32. What is your last name? No. 33. What grade are you in? No. 34. What school do you go to? No. 35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring? Summer and early fall. 36. Favorite Color? Purples and blues. 37. Are your parents together? My father is widowed. 38. Any siblings? I have an older sister. 39. Favorite subject? Eh.

40. Least favorite subject? Eh. 41. Favorite song? I could never just choose one. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 200 something. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? Probably. 45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yeah. 46. Have a Formspring? No. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Take them and sell them :P 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Waterpark. Ughhhhhhhhh I miss waterparks so much. It’s so weird to not be going this summer. 49. Been to Disney world? Nope. 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Sounds like one of those things where people post a random status from a list of things that will likely get people’s attention and whoever comments on it is privately sent said list of thing and they then choose something to post as their status and so on. That was a popular game thing on Facebook years ago. <---Yeah, that. 51. Ever had a boyfriend? Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? I doubt Will Arnett knows I’m in love with him. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? No. 54. Ever drank alcohol? Yes. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Yeah. 56. Ever watched The Hills? No. 57. What about Jersey Shore? Yes. 58. Ever called someone a slut? I’ve said that jokingly to friends. 59. What do you think of short shorts? You do you. 60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? Nope. 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? Yes. 62. What about a B? Yes. 63. And a C? Yes. 64. How about a D? Yeah. 65. Ever skived? What’s that? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? I’d say somewhere in the middle. I had friends, but I wasn’t “popular” by any means. 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? Most are older. 68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yes. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? Oops. 70. Ever watched porn? Yes. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month? I drove with out a seat belt (for a few blocks) and jay walked oops. 72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? On work days, yes. 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Wednesdays. 74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join? No. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? No. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? I’ve always had a special bond with my dad. I love my mom, but we butt heads a lot when I was a teenager. I feel like our bond was getting stronger just before she died and I’m really sad we don’t get to know each other as we got older. 78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? Nooo. I have zero talent. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Will Arnett, Paul Rudd, John Mulaney, Andy Samberg, Ezra Koenig 82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Aubrey Plaza, Alison Brie, Lana Del Rey, Alia Shawkat, Kat Dennings 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity? Ha, no. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? No. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? Idk what that is in US dollars but I don’t usually buy lip gloss, so. 86. Are you opinionated? I can be. 87. Do you have a favorite store? Sure. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? I used to in grade school. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? I have one pair of “boyfriend” jeans that I don’t really like. 90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? Hello, pandemic? 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school? I don’t know. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? I don’t care? 94. Own a pair of converse? Yes. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? There was. 96. If yes, are you one of them? Never. 97. Do you text in class? I have. 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? Target. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” Fuck that shit. “Plus” implies that there is a standard size. 100. Do you want to lose weight? I’d like to be healthier. 101. Ever seen a therapist? No, but I should. 102. Ever watched porn? You asked me this. 103. Ever purposely ignored a text? Yes. 104. A facebook message? Yes. 105. A poke? I always ignored those. That was a dumb feature Facebook had. 106. A friend request? Yeah. I don’t accept a request from anyone I don’t know, but I have it set up where you can’t add me unless you are friends with someone I am friends with. 107. Would you say you read into things too much? Yepppp. 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? I don’t know. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) Eh. 110. Ever been called a bully? No. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? Yes. 112. Ever gone to church? I went to a Lutheran high school and we used to have “chapel” every first full school day of the week (usually mondays). That was kind of a church service. And one time I spent the night at a friends house on a Saturday and was blindsided the next morning when her parents were like “okay time for church!” 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? Absolutely not! 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? Yes and no. 115. What do you want to do with your life? Lol.

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? My roots right now are basically a really dirty blonde. And my tips were black but they are pretty brown right now. And hair inbetween is mint green lol. Pandemic hair ftw. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I’ll probably be Princess Carolyn again. Or just a bat, since I have both of those costumes. 118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? With my nieces, but we probably won’t be able to go this year :( 119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities. 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus? Yes. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? I have. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? Yeah. 123. What’s the last movie you watched? Oh god, it’s been a while. I Love You Man, I think? 124. Last TV Show? Property Brothers, lol. 125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? They wouldn’t. 126. Ever been called a whore? Jokingly. 127. Are you american? Yes. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? Yeah. 129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? Uh huh. 130. Are you Cute or Gross? Yes. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? No one has said that to me in a very long time. I don’t recall being bothered by it, though. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like? Um, yes? Why couldn’t I? 133. Ever had the lead in a play? Not the lead, no. 134. What about a solo in a concert? Nope. 135. What kind of a student are you? I did okay in grade and high school. 136. Worst subject? All of college. 137. Best subject? Not college. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? Yeah. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? Seeing as she’s dead, yeah, a little. 140. How late do you sleep in? On work days I sleep until the absolutely last minute, right before we are supposed to check in for a daily meeting at 7:10am, lol. And on weekends or days off I normally don’t sleep past 10. 141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them? A little. I brighten up my face and smooth it out. Sue me. 142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? All my friends are beautiful in their own ways. 143. Do you believe in love? Yes. 144. Would you consider yourself a good student? Didn’t you ask this? 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” It just seems kinda pointless cause they likely won’t see it. 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy? Yes. 147. Are you going into High School this year? Nooooo. Thank goodness. I did my time and graduated over 10 years ago. 148. What about Junior High? Omg, no. I’m old. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry? Ugh, anything. 150. Where did you find this note? @lovemesomesurveys 151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? None.

#surveys #quarantine

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toomanysurveys9 · 5 years ago

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Ready to answer 151 Questions? 1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? January 2020. 2. Do you like to party? I really enjoy it a lot less than I used to. I would rather be at home with my babies. 3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? He’s in prison and I’m married and uninterested... SOOOO I would probably slap him. 4. Are you a virgin? I have two kids. So obviously not.

5. What are your parents views on your relationships? I don’t really know what my dad thinks. My mom goes back and forth. She loves Jacob and knows I love him, but hates the way he treats me a majority of the time.

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I’m married. So... there’s that. 7. Is your best friend dating anyone? My mom is married to my dad. Jacob is married to me. And Kayla is back with her youngest’s dad, which is cool. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? Big and dark gray. 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I don’t care what other people wear. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I do that every single day. It’s very rare for me to wear makeup. 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On myself... I hate my teeth and gums. 12. Would people describe you as happy? They might. 13. Are you single? I’m very not single. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Not really. I mean. It gets a bit annoying because it’s a boring question but it’s also whatever. 15. Do you have Tumblr? Obviously.

16. What about Xanga? Nope. 17. Have you ever babysat before? Many, many times. 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate? There were some teachers I haven’t enjoyed having in the past. 19. Ever shopped at Sephora? I bought a gift card for Kay once. 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do? I’m assuming I’d move with him since we’re married..

21. Do you have any university plans?

I am currently getting my master’s degree in marriage and family therapy. Have no plans to go beyond that.

22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do?

It would completely shock me if my mom did, although our relationship wouldn’t change. If Jacob did, I would probably be devastated since we’ve been together so long and have two kids... I wouldn’t care much if Kay did.

23. What are your views on sex?

It’s fine if you’re both of age and it’s consensual. I don’t have much of a sex drive these days, which upsets Jacob sometimes. But I’m just so tired. All the time.

24. Do sexual questions bother you?

Nope.

25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up?

He’s my husband, and I don’t want a divorce.

26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding?

I did when I was younger and again when we got engaged.

27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’?

I don’t enjoy it, but you can do what you want, as long as you’re not hurting other people.

28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook?

I have never had to deal with that, so I’m not sure what I would do.

29. Would you ever date a friends Ex?

I feel like there would be a lot of things that would factor into that decision, but currently, nope.

30. What’s the last book you read?

I don’t remember. It was a children’s book at work.

31. Ready for 10 simple questions?

Sure thing.

32. What is your last name?

Shh.

33. What grade are you in?

I just started my first year of graduate school about 3 weeks ago.

34. What school do you go to?

Northcentral University.

35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring?

Spring and Fall are my favorites.

36. Favorite Color?

Black and blue.

37. Are your parents together?

They are.

38. Any siblings?

Four sisters and one brother. All younger.

39. Favorite subject?

I’ve always loved all things psychology related, except research methods, and english.

40. Least favorite subject? All things math. 41. Favorite song? Slow Down by Nichole. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? No clue. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? Yeah. 45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yup. 46. Have a Formspring? Nope. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Sell them if they don’t want to. 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Either!!! 49. Been to Disney world? No but I will someday! 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Nope. 51. Ever had a boyfriend? Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? Yeah. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? Yeah. Yelled at my kids... 54. Ever drank alcohol? Yup. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Weed at least. 56. Ever watched The Hills? Nope. 57. What about Jersey Shore? Nope. 58. Ever called someone a slut? Not seriously that I recall. 59. What do you think of short shorts? Not for me. 60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? Nope. 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? Many times. 62. What about a B? ^^^ 63. And a C? A few. 64. How about a D? No. 65. Ever skived? Huh? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? Outcast for sure. 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? My age. Or older. 68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yup. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? Kind of. 70. Ever watched porn? Yeah. Wasn’t into it. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month? Speeding. 72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? Yup. 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Wednesdays. Jacob has them off from Papa John’s. 74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join? Not likely. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? No. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. I hate it too. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? No, although I’m closer to my mom. 78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? I did and didn’t get past the producers. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Chris Pratt, and Johnny Depp. 82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Kirsten Vangsness, Monica Raymund, Hilary Duff, I can’t think of more. 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity? Nooo. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? I don’t think so. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? I wouldn’t do it. 86. Are you opinionated? On some things. 87. Do you have a favorite store? Children clothing stores, like Carter’s or the Children’s Place. Barnes and Noble. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? Not likely. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? I have a couple boot cut pairs. 90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? I pretty much wear the same few outfits all week. I only have so many work appropriate shirts. 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school? I graduated college in 2016 and just went back to get my master’s about three weeks ago. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? Nope. Why would it? 94. Own a pair of converse? I do. They’re my favorite. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? What I am doing now is online and not like a typically school.

96. If yes, are you one of them? ^^^

97. Do you text in class? I did. And I do text while doing school stuff now, although not often. 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to brands. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” I don’t know. 100. Do you want to lose weight? Yeah, I do. A lot of it. Like. 100 pounds. Ha. 101. Ever seen a therapist? I have. 102. Ever watched porn? I have, but not really for myself. I didn’t really enjoy it. 103. Ever purposely ignored a text? I have. 104. A facebook message? I have. 105. A poke? Yup. 106. A friend request? Many times. 107. Would you say you read into things too much? Oh, I’m sure. 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? Suggesting. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) I don’t think so. 110. Ever been called a bully? Not that I can recall. Because I never bullied people. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? Many times. 112. Ever gone to church? I used to. Years ago. 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? NO. 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? I would not want to be exactly like her. But there are a lot of good things I would be happy to inherit. 115. What do you want to do with your life? I’m going to become a marriage and family therapist.

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? I do. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I don’t dress up. My kids do though. I don’t know what they’re going to be. Wyatt might be spiderman again. 118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? I take my babies. 119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities. 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus? I don’t really care. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? I do not. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? Probably. 123. What’s the last movie you watched? I don’t remember. 124. Last TV Show? Uhhh. Maybe Criminal Minds? 125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? I wouldn’t likely care. 126. Ever been called a whore? I don’t think so. But it’s possible. 127. Are you american? I am. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? Yeah. 129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? On a dare - Kayla and/or Brittany. 130. Are you Cute or Gross? Gross. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? It’s been years since anyone said that, but no, it didn’t bother me. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like? We’re married and have been together many years. I would hope I could have intelligent conversations with him at this point. 133. Ever had the lead in a play? No. 134. What about a solo in a concert? I did once in high school. 135. What kind of a student are you? I’m a good student. I’ve always done very well. 136. Worst subject? I have always hated math. 137. Best subject? English or history. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? No. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? It’s super impossible so I would be pretty confused. 140. How late do you sleep in? I have to be up by 7:20ish. 141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them? Sometimes I use filters. 142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? I am the ugly friend, 100%. 143. Do you believe in love? Obviously. 144. Would you consider yourself a good student? Yeah.. 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” I don’t care. 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy? Depends on my mood but usually salty or sweet. 147. Are you going into High School this year? Nope. Graduated 2012. 148. What about Junior High? Heck no. Ha. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry? That someone I love was seriously hurt or died. 150. Where did you find this note? @lovemesomesurveys :) 151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? I have no idea since Wyatt is using it.

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rockandrollstorytime · 5 years ago

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Rock and Roll Storytime #8: The Rolling Stones at Altamont (AKA One of the Worst Concert Disasters of All Time)

The year 1969 had been a hectic one, both for the world in general (with the continuing Vietnam War, the Chappaquiddick incident, and the moon landings) and especially for rock and roll (with the death of Brian Jones, Woodstock, and the Beatles starting to head full-steam down the road that led them to their break-up in April 1970). Capping off this year full of highs and lows, there was Altamont, which has been labelled by many as the death of the 60′s. At the very least, it certainly brought a premature end to the idealism that the youths of that generation held dear.

Lord knows, I will always say that Brian Jones should have had a chance to get back on his feet and I’m super salty that he’s dead, but honestly, I’m glad he missed out on this one.

Before I tell the story of Altamont though, I must ask… Whose bright idea was it to hire the Hell’s Angels as security for a Rolling Stones concert and pay them with $500 of beer?

Well, to answer that question, I’m going to have to begin this story with the ending of another. Truly, the roots of this ill-thought-out decision lies within events that had happened that summer.

I’ve mentioned Brian Jones already, but to give those of you who are new to this the rundown, Lewis Brian Hopkin Jones was the Stones’ first guitarist, and at the start, he was the brains of the band. Seven years, a bunch of internal conflict with Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, and Andrew Loog Oldham, a messy relationship with Anita Pallenberg, drug abuse and alcoholism, two drug trials, and a fuck-ton of stress later, Brian was in a state we’d call “mental exhaustion” (didn’t help that his physical health was shit too). Where in 1966 he was contributing some of the best parts of the Stones’ early music, such as the sitar on “Paint It Black”, in 1969, he’d rarely show up to the studio, and if he did, he would usually be too intoxicated to properly contribute. In fact, on Let It Bleed, he only contributed to two songs: “Midnight Rambler” (congas) and “You’ve Got the Silver” (autoharp).

In June 1969, the Stones decided they wanted to go on tour again, but then, they found out that due to the fact that Brian had twice been convicted of drug possession, it’d be unlikely that he could receive a visa to perform in the U.S.A., if at all. Ultimately, Mick and Keith decided that their best option would be to fire Brian, and so, on June 8, 1969, they went down to Brian’s home, Cotchford Farm, to tell him that he would no longer be with the group. According to those present, Brian had been expecting this, and in the various press releases, it was made to appear as if Brian had left the band on his own terms. His statement read, in part, “I no longer see eye to eye with the others over the discs we are cutting. We no longer communicate musically. The Stones’ music is not to my taste any more. The work of Mick and Keith has progressed at a tangent, at least to my way of thinking. I have a desire to play my own brand of music rather than that of others, no matter how much I appreciate their musical concepts.”

At this point in time, whether Brian was accepting of this turn of events or not is up to conjecture.

In either case, the Stones brought in 20-year-old Mick Taylor (previously of John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers) to replace Brian, and at a press conference on June 13, the Stones announced that they would be holding a free concert on July 5 in order to properly introduce their new guitarist.

And then, just three days before the concert was set to take place, Brian drowned in his backyard swimming pool, being just twenty-seven years old. Although the coroner ruled it death by misadventure (which personal research seems to support), theories have long persisted that Brian was, in fact, murdered, but that is, of course, a story for another day.

The Stones in the Park concert quickly became a tribute to Brian Jones, and at the start, Mick read two verses of Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Adonais, and as the band launched into “I’m Yours and I’m Hers” by Johnny Winters (one of Brian’s favourite songs), thousands of butterflies were released, though this was against park stipulation, as they were voracious Cabbage White butterflies, and many had died due to the boxes not being properly ventilated.

What’s important to this story about the concert at Hyde Park is that the London chapter of the Hell’s Angels was there providing security that day. It is also important to note that the Grateful Dead (who, incidentally, also had a member of the 27 Club in their line-up) had also hired the Hell’s Angels as security numerous times.

Several months later, the Stones had been having a pretty good run with their American tour, which was able to slightly mitigate some of the shady business practices Allen Klein had subjected them to, but throughout, fans and journalists kept complaining about high ticket prices. If you ask me though, those bitches were lucky. I’d rather be paying three to eight dollars (equivalent to $21.21 to $56.57 in 2019) as opposed to a minimum of $159 that tickets to a Rolling Stones concert now sell for. Not to mention, Woodstock had happened in August that year, and that was a big success, so in Mick Jagger’s 26-year-old, immature, unwise brain, that obviously meant that they should have another free concert like the one at Hyde Park. Really, in his mind, the peace and love movement was only just beginning, so what could go wrong?

As Murphy’s Law will tell you, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong”

Oh, and go wrong it did.

The first major problem was that they couldn’t get a venue.

The concert was set for December 6, and their tour manager, Sam Cutler, struggled to get them a venue. He tried San Jose’s State University, but there had been a three-day festival recently, and the city wasn’t exactly in the mood for another batch of hippies storming the city so soon afterward, so that was out of bounds. He then tried gunning for San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park, but there was a football game between the Chicago Bears and the San Francisco 49-ers taking place in the same general location, which made use of the venue impractical. He then tried getting Sears Point Raceway on board, but disputes quickly arose over filming distribution rights and an up-front fee of $300,000.

Finally, just two days before the concert was set to take place, the Stones’ management managed to get a hold of Altamont Speedway (it helped that the owner, Dick Carter, apparently offered the venue for free).

As you can imagine, there was a whole shit-ton of problems that arose from that, and Rolling Stone magazine, in its piece on the tragedy, listed the following logistical problems:

“1) Promise a free concert by a popular rock group which rarely appears in this country. Announce the site only four days in advance.

2) Change the location 20 hours before the concert.

3) The new concert site should be as close as possible to a giant freeway.

4) Make sure the grounds are barren, treeless, desolate.

5) Don’t warn neighboring landowners that hundreds of thousands of people are expected. Be unaware of their out-front hostility toward long hair and rock music.

6) Provide one-sixtieth the required toilet facilities to insure that people will use nearby fields, the sides of cars, etc.

7) The stage should be located in an area likely to be completely surrounded by people and their vehicles.

8) Build the stage low enough to be easily hurdled. Don’t secure a clear area between stage and audience.

9) Provide an unreliable barely audible low fidelity sound system.

10) Ask the Hell’s Angels to act as ‘security’ guards.”

Most sane people would have quit while they were ahead, but this is the Rolling Stones we’re talking about. Between Brian Jones having five kids by the age of twenty-three, Mick Jagger allegedly sleeping with over 4,000 women (and don’t get me started on him and David Bowie), Keith Richards’ drug habits and his snorting his dad’s ashes, Bill Wyman dating a teenager while he was in his forties, and Charlie Watts punching Mick Jagger in the face, we are absolutely not dealing with the most sane bunch of individuals on the planet.

And let’s not forget that some idiot decided it’d be a great idea to pay the Hell’s Angels in $500 of beer (the equivalent of $3,535.43 in 2019).

Yeah, if you listened closely to the sounds of the earth in 1969, I can guarantee you, you probably would have heard a barely-cold-in-the-ground Brian Jones spinning in his grave over this stupidity (because he was acting as the band’s manager for a time in their early days before Andrew Oldham came on board).

Let’s also not forget that they hired a particularly notorious batch of Hell’s Angels from Oakland, California, whereas the Grateful Dead found their “security bikers” in Sacramento. Apparently, Grateful Dead manager Rock Scully even tried to warn the Stones about the “real” Hell’s Angels after seeing the footage from Hyde Park, but obviously, they didn’t take whatever warning he tried to give them to heart. The hippies in general had a romanticized image of the Hell’s Angels in their heads, seeing them as “outlaw brothers of the counterculture.”

No points for guessing how that worked out, but let’s continue regardless.

Set to perform that night were Santana, Jefferson Airplane, The Flying Burrito Brothers, Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, the Grateful Dead, and of course, the Rolling Stones.

They would all be performing on a stage that was just thirty-nine inches off the ground and surrounded on all sides by over 300,000 attendees. Apparently, this had been planned to create a more “intimate” experience.

From what I could tell, waivers were not involved.

For the sake of time, I can’t give you a minute-by-minute analysis of the event, but I can still provide a basic timeline of all that happened.

So, everything went relatively smoothly as Santana performed their set, but it was only downhill from there. As the day progressed, the crowd started fighting each other, and the “security” sure as hell didn’t help matters. At some point, someone knocked over one of the Angel’s motorcycles, which was likely an accident. However, the Angels were already pretty pissy, and plus, rule number one when it comes to the Angels is “Don’t mess with the motorcycles.” So, the Angels, already high thanks to someone spiking the beer with acid, started indiscriminately assaulting audience members they didn’t like with sawed-off pool cues and motorcycle chains, including a guy who was running around naked and someone else who was trying to take pictures of the stage. One woman who called in to a radio station the next day reported that she saw five fistfights, and the Angels were involved in every last one. She tried to intervene, but the people around her warned her not to, fearing for both their safety and hers.

During Jefferson Airplane’s set, Marty Balin was knocked unconscious when he tried to intervene in a fight between the audience members and Hell’s Angels. When Paul Kantner grabbed a mic and sarcastically thanked the Angels, Bill Fritsch grabbed the mic from him and started arguing with him about it. In addition, Denise Jewkes, lead singer of Ace of Cups, was hit in the head with a beer bottle and suffered a skull fracture. Her husband, Noel, had to lead his six-month pregnant wife through the sea of people so she could get medical attention. The Stones later paid her medical expenses. By this point, news of what was going on out front was beginning to seep into the backstage areas and even back to the Stones at their hotel room, but most of the acts decided to press on regardless. However, after hearing about what happened to Marty from Michael Shrieve, the guys from the Grateful Dead decided to book it.

Yeah. Thanks a bunch, assholes.

The crowd did calm down a bit for the Flying Burrito Brothers’ set, because really, who can say no to Gram Parsons? However, that calm was only temporary. When the Stones arrived by helicopter, it wasn’t even ten seconds before someone punched Mick Jagger in the face. Also, Bill Wyman missed the first helicopter out, so the Stones were already going to be late.

And then Mick Jagger decided he wanted to be all dramatic and shit, so the crowds were forced to wait until nightfall for the Stones’ set.

Meanwhile, during Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young’s set, a “stoned out” Angel reportedly stabbed Stephen Stills in the leg whenever he stepped forward to sing, leaving trails of blood running down his leg.

By the time the Stones were anywhere near ready to take the stage, things started to degenerate even further, to the point where the Angels (who already despised Mick’s scrawny, English arse) pretty much forced the Stones to go out on stage regardless of whether they were ready or not, just to prevent a full-scale riot.

It was in that moment Mick knew… he fucked up royally.

As Mick observed the constant fighting between the audience members and Hell’s Angels during the show as he sang “Sympathy for the Devil”, he desperately, defeatedly, pleaded for calm, his usual bravado completely absent for once in his adult life. However, it was clear that the Angels already weren’t going to listen to the flamboyant musician they clearly hated, and tensions had been simmering too long throughout the day, so Mick’s pleas for peace practically went completely unheard.

Mick Taylor later said, “The Hell’s Angels had a lot to do with it. The people that were working with us getting the concert together thought it would be a good idea to have them as a security force. But I got the impression that because they were a security force they were using it as an excuse. They’re just very, very violent people. I think we expected probably something like the Hell’s Angels that were our security force at Hyde Park, but of course they’re not the real Hell’s Angels, they’re completely phony. These guys in California are the real thing — they’re very violent. I had expected a nice sort of peaceful concert. I didn’t expect anything like that in San Francisco because they are so used to having nice things there. That’s where free concerts started, and I thought a society like San Francisco could have done much better. We were on the road when it was being organized, we weren’t involved at all. We would have liked to have been. Perhaps the only thing we needed security for was the Hell’s Angels. I really don’t know what caused it but it just depressed me because it could have been so beautiful that day”

(I feel so sorry for Mick Taylor. The kid was just twenty years old when he saw all this bullshit going down.)

Now, what I’m going to do with this go-around, before I describe what happened next, is tell you a little bit about Meredith Hunter. He was just eighteen when he went to Altamont with his girlfriend, Patti Bredehoft. The only reason he had a gun that day, according to his family, was for self-protection, given that he was basically a young black man with a white girlfriend in a sea of white people, at a time and place where racism was still very much prevalent. Allegedly, the gun didn’t even have any bullets in it; it would just be a last resort to deter anyone giving him trouble. Like most 18-year-olds, he was also a bit naive, and though his girlfriend wanted to leave, he convinced her to stay for the Rolling Stones’ set. At one point, he was already set upon by Hell’s Angels, but that time, it was only a scuffle. What is known is that he was high on methamphetamines, but what isn’t known for sure is his general demeanour. Some said he had a crazy look in his eye, while others said that he seemed calm, though he was upset at the violence.

And then, all hell broke loose.

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As “Under My Thumb” was ending, cameras found an opening into the crowd, into which stumbled Meredith Hunter. He grabbed his gun, a .22 calibre revolver, which was visible to cameras against Patti’s dress. When Alan Passaro saw this, he immediately assumed that Hunter was trying to shoot somebody, and started stabbing him (this was, again, in plain view of a bunch of cameras). Subsequently, he was repeatedly kicked in the head, trying to tell his attackers that he wasn’t trying to kill anybody. However, the Angels were convinced that he was attempting to shoot somebody, and that’s essentially what the narrative became- that a crazed black kid high on meth tried to shoot Mick or one of the other Rolling Stones (which, believe me, I’d be salty about even if I hadn’t read a Rolling Stone article about him).

It was little Mick Taylor who managed to keep things rolling (a bit) by suggesting they play “Brown Sugar”, which had only been recorded the previous Tuesday.

Somehow, after the vicious beating he’d suffered, Meredith was still alive, and a doctor at the scene looked at him and recommended that he get immediate medical attention, or else he’d die. However, the only helicopter at the scene was reserved for the Rolling Stones, and the pilot made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that no one else was allowed on board. Hunter ended up dying of his injuries while they waited for emergency responders.

I don’t quite know how well the situation was explained, but still, dick move on the part of the helicopter pilots.

In addition to Hunter, three other people died, one after falling into a fast-moving irrigation duct while tripping on LSD, and two others were killed in their sleeping bags during a hit-and-run accident. There were also four reported births, one of which occurred during Jefferson Airplane’s set.

The day after the concert, the Stones flew back to London, as the news slowly disseminated throughout the world.

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In 1971, a documentary about the tragedy, Gimme Shelter, was released to the public. However, in the years since, many have argued that is meant to excuse the Stones’ actions and is an apologist piece of media. Still, the footage itself does show a chilling account of what happened that day, if you can ignore that overall narrative (though you really shoudn’t ignore that).

Alan Passaro was later charged with Meredith’s murder, but was acquitted by an all-white jury, who likely either excused the crime due to racism, or just didn’t have the full story.

After Altamont, just about everybody turned on each other. The audience members, many of whom undoubtedly still live with the scars of that fateful night blamed the Hell’s Angels, whereas the Angels laid some of the blame on the audience members, and most of it on the people who hired them, whilst the Stones said they’d never work with the Hell’s Angels again (which, allegedly, almost resulted in some of them trying to assassinate Mick Jagger).

In my honest, humble, not-so-professional opinion, I say the blame should be laid with the Stones’ management, Mick Jagger, the Grateful Dead, and the Hell’s Angels. The concert should have been planned over a matter of months instead of weeks, held in a proper venue, and above all else, not had fucking Hell’s Angels as security guards.

While the Grateful Dead came out of it rather unscathed (mostly because they didn’t play), it’s been said that the Stones lost quite a bit of their edge. It’s easy to say that they grew up a lot because of this event, becoming a lot humbler, and a lot less greedy and risky as a direct result of this. It’s even to a point where people haven’t liked much of what they’ve put out since the 1980’s. Santana and Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young declined to have their performances shown in Gimme Shelter, and have since spoken very little about the event. Meanwhile, Alan Passaro drowned in 1985, though the circumstances of his death are suspicious, to say the least. Meanwhile, Meredith Hunter’s family still deals with the trauma of his death, and aside from a $10,000 ($70,708.59) settlement, the Stones never even approached the family to offer their condolences, or even a half-assed explanation (I don’t recommend the latter approach). The Hell’s Angels also had their reputations as dangerous outsiders cemented by this event, given that they’d caused at least 75-90% of the violence that took place that day.

Keith Richards has maintained his “fuck-all” attitude about this through the years, even writing in his 2010 autobiography “In actual fact, if it hadn’t been for the murder, we’d have thought it a very smooth gig by the skin of its fucking teeth.”

There is a reason that many of the dreams of the 60′s died at Altamont, and all the evidence you really need is the footage that was shot that night and the words of the people who saw the fiasco first hand.

Sources: https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-features/remembering-meredith-hunter-the-fan-killed-at-altamont-630260/ https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/the-rolling-stones-disaster-at-altamont-let-it-bleed-71299/ https://www.forbes.com/sites/davidchiu/2019/12/03/altamont-at-50-the-disastrous-concert-that-brought-the-60s-to-a-crashing-halt/#535871c31941 https://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/the-chaos-of-altamont-and-the-murder-of-meredith-hunter https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/the-altamont-festival-brings-the-1960s-to-a-violent-end https://datebook.sfchronicle.com/music/altamont-wasnt-the-end-of-the-60s-it-was-the-start-of-rock-n-roll-disasters https://worldhistoryproject.org/1969/12/6/altamont-free-concert Altamont by Joel Selvin Life by Keith Richards https://allthatsinteresting.com/altamont-speedway-free-concert https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2019/lifestyle/altamont-rolling-stones-50th-anniversary/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altamont_Free_Concert https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Meredith_Hunter http://timeisonourside.com/chron1969.html https://www.thevintagenews.com/2018/02/01/altamont-free-concert-in-1969/ https://www.ranker.com/list/altamont-free-concert-facts/jen-jeffers http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/on-this-day/On-This-Day–Deaths-at-Rolling-Stones–Altamont-Concert-Shocks-the-Nation.html https://www.robertchristgau.com/xg/bk-aow/altamont.php https://westegg.com/inflation/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUlyVSfhgaM https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/the-rolling-stones/1969/altamont-speedway-tracy-ca-43d6fbb3.html https://slate.com/culture/2018/07/just-a-shot-away-a-history-of-altamont-by-saul-austerlitz-reviewed.html

#mick jagger #keith richards #brian jones #charlie watts #bill wyman #mick taylor #the rolling stones #jefferson airplane #santana #flying burrito brothers #the grateful dead #cw: drugs #cw: death #cw: racism #cw: murder #cw: assault #cw: violence #this concert was such a mess

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A Hero’s Fall

So this is way long overdue and honestly, I forgot that I even wrote this. So what I do is I write in between my college classes and yeah. This is something I wrote in 2018 as a request for one of my friends. He wanted to see Sonic succumb to darkness and I decided to write that. So, I hope you and everybody else reading this enjoys.

Sonic didn’t know when it started.

He didn’t understand what had changed.

And unfortunately… He didn’t know if he could stop it.

It was almost unnoticeable at first, he would get slightly rougher with the Badniks or a little testier with Amy than usual. It wasn’t like him at all.

But it just kept on getting worse and worse…

A few months prior, Tails had tried to speak to him about him about it.

“Sonic…” The fox tentatively approached him.

“Yeah, bro?” Sonic grinned.

“Are you…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Never better! Why?”

“Well….” He held the end of that at the tip of his tongue, still unsure of how exactly to put it. “You were a little more… rough on the Badniks than usual…”

He gestured to the land around him to show the busted robot parts scattered all over the place in odd directions, the indents in the ground from thee spindashes and homing attacks that had been done with a little too much fore and the trees that had been sawed in half by the aggressive nature of the supersonic hedgehog.

But Sonic brushed it off. “Eh… you know me. Always getting into trouble. Nothing out of the ordinary, buddy.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine.”

Tails looked tentatively at his older brother and slowly nodded.

“What the hell was that?!” Shadow snapped at him.

Sonic just shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, idiot. Breaking the sound barrier in the middle of a city!”

“I had to!”

“No, you didn’t!”

“Yes, I did!”

“You caused immeasurable destruction with that stupid stunt!”

“Eggman was getting away!”

“You’re not this irresponsible!”

“Who cares?!”

“People could’ve died!”

“Well more would’ve if I didn’t catch him when I did! For Chaos’ sake, I didn’t have another choice, Shadow!”

“You always say there’s another choice!”

“Well, this time there wasn’t!”

The Ultimate Life Form glared at the fastest thing alive for a long time, inspecting him, trying to see what was wrong with the fast footed hero. Sonic the Hedgehog was never like this, at least not in the years that Shadow had known him. Shadow knew him as a fool with an ego bigger than the amount of Chaos Energy he had packed into him. But he always respected him for his desire to help others and make sure everyone was safe even if it was in his own unorthodox way.

But what he saw before him today, he had zero respect for. The scowling hog with his back to him, brow furrowed, arms crossed and nose upturned in disgust was more like looking into a mirror than looking into the usually calm emerald eyes of the true blue hero and he hated it. Sonic was reckless but he wasn’t stupid. Not where he would risk the lives of thousands in favor of catching the mad doctor or any reason for that matter. And this whole argument was different than his usual brand of immaturity. He was usually met with snarky remarks, dumb jokes and the coolest smirk the hog could muster not this foolish defensiveness that he was facing today.

Just what was the matter with him?

And that’s when he felt it. Like a slap to the face or a bucket of ice cold water dumped on his head, he felt it.

“Y-your Chaos Energy-” Shadow stammered.

Sonic looked at him, raising an eyeridge.

“It’s negative.” Shadow stated.

Sonic brushed this off. “Please, you must be joking.”

Shadow didn’t stop glaring at him.

“Nothing’s wrong!” Sonic yelled. “You guys keep moaning and groaning about something being wrong with me. But I’m fine! And right now, the only thing I care about is stopping Eggman.”

With that, the hedgehog ran off, not uttering another word.

“I have to admit Sonic,” Eggman smiled. “I’m a little impressed.”

“What are you talking about?” Sonic snapped back.

“Exactly that.” Eggman laughed. “This new attitude you have lately.”

“I don’t have an attitude.”

“Oh, but you do.” Eggman insisted. “But even that’s not the part I care too much about. Not really.”

Sonic continued to glare at him.

“No, I am impressed that you’ve finally put all that power you’ve got to good use.”

He then gestured to Metal Sonic who was missing an arm and a leg, had fire spilling out of the thruster on his back and was spazzing uncontrollably on the floor. The glass that made up his eyes had a spider web of cracks that if one squinted they could see his eye flickering between his usual irises, line of code and just emptiness.

“You took down Metal Sonic as soon as I called him out. I had heard rumors that you had turned to rage but seeing it up close? This is beyond what I ever could’ve imagined.”

“I am not angry.”

The Doctor laughed. “In all the years we’ve known each other and you think you can lie to me? I can read you just as easily as you can read me, you know? And even so, that unbridled rage is written all over your face. It’s hilarious.”

Sonic growled. “Cut the chatter, Eggman. You know why I’m here.”

“Yes, but I’m going to keep talking. I just want to say that this is a good look for you, Sonic. We’ve always been two sides of the same coin, you and I. Playing this game of cat and mouse since you were a mere child. And now? Well, it seems we’re more alike than you’d care to admit.”

“I am nothing like you!”

“But you are. Using your rage and aggression to fuel you; using all the power at your fingertips to take the world and have it bow to your will. Who does that sound like to you?”

At that, he didn’t even get an answer. Instead, his eggmobile shook and he was surprised to see his nemesis had clung onto it. He was so fast that he hadn’t even seen him move. Just as quickly as he landed on it, he had grabbed Eggman by the collar of his shirt.

“Stop it!” The hedgehog snarled at him. “Stop all of it now!”

But the doctor simply laughed. “And this is exactly what I’m talking about. But stop? No. Not when I’m so close to attaining the ultimate power.”

Sonic growled at him, pulling him even closer.

But the doctor was prepared for this and quickly punched a large yellow button on his console.

Immediately, thousands of volts of electricity jumped off of the hull of the pod and into the hedgehog’s body. He could feel himself collapsing to the floor before everything went black.

And now he stood on the day of his enemy’s triumph watching as the world set ablaze and everything he knew and loved was destroyed. It was all his fault.

He looked on in his anger, in his rage, in his pure unbridled hatred at it all.

And he knew he had to be the one to stop it. And with that, he called upon the seven emeralds.

They appeared before him in a radiant flash of light. He dug deep, calling on the power within his heart and within the emeralds.

At that, his fur turned not to the comforting gold that those knew but to a spiteful obsidian; his eyes were not a righteous crimson but instead a soulless black void and his aura an ugly coal color instead of the powerful sun.

Darkness had taken the hero’s heart and as he took in his new form, he couldn’t help but be fueled by more hatred.

Dark Sonic had arrived and he wanted nothing more than revenge.

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“How long did it take to grow that mustache?”: Gender identity in Napoleon Dynamite

This summer marks the 15th anniversary of Napoleon Dynamite, a film so unique and divisive that computer scientists now use the term “Napoleon Dynamite problem” to describe the difficulty of predicting an eccentric movie’s likeability. From thrift-shop chic to nerd culture, Napoleon Dynamite lingers in the millennial identity— for proof, check out the comic book sequel coming this September. 2019 feels like the right time to analyze how the movie portrayed gender and sexuality to a generation that has since navigated high school, pushed for LGBT rights, and championed the #MeToo movement.

In this essay, I rely on the fraught, stereotypical terms “feminine” and “masculine”. It’s an imperfect schism-- women don’t have a monopoly on emotional sensitivity any more than men hold a lease on courage. But these terms accent how the adolescent Napoleon forges his adult identity through gender performance and subversion of stereotype, and I wanted to exploit those connotations. Subvert gender stereotypes, and all your wildest dreams will come true.

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After the opening sequence of hand models presenting food (MTV insisted the casts’ hands were too ugly), Napoleon Dynamite boards a school bus of children. The ages are uncertain, but the age gap is obvious. (It helps that Jon Heder was 27 during filming.) The gap in maturity is less apparent with the film’s first lines. “What are you gonna do today, Napoleon?” “Whatever I feel like I wanna do, gosh!” Then, in the movie’s framing thesis, Napoleon throws a toy wrestler out the window to drag it behind the bus with fishing line, an adolescent boy exercising a cathartic sadism on the image of masculinity.

Napoleon is frozen in a boyish immaturity, and he is crushingly isolated. At school he’s bullied, taunted and laughed at by various incarnations of that plastic wrestler, until he calls his brother Kip to plead for rescue. Kip is just as important to the film’s point as his titular brother, because his quest offers an inversion of Napoleon’s journey. Kip is Neville Longbottom to his brother’s Harry Potter, his quest foundering in delusion while his brother successfully marries his masculine and feminine identities. The Dynamite brothers embark on separate journeys for the film’s central motifs: companionship and, most importantly, adult masculinity. The two grails overlap frequently in the form of various role models and gender performances the brothers engage with.

While Pedro and Deb are vital to Napoleon’s journey to selfhood (and one wonders whether Kip wouldn’t have gone astray if he’d had friends like them), the critical intrusion into the Dynamites’ stasis is Grandma’s removal. Grandma has been the orphan brothers’ anchoring role model, a sexless matriarch providing shelter in a sea of gender performativity and social isolation. The brothers’ first conversation shows the stark contrast of these two worlds as the wounded Napoleon seeks refuge with the school receptionist (herself a Grandma-type haven) to call Kip at home, where he “chats online with babes all day” and revels in the freedom to remotely assume an identity so far from his real-world grasp. When the hypermasculine Uncle Rico replaces Grandma (an unwelcome intrusion in itself), he reveals that she’s been adventuring across dunes with a secret boyfriend. Now lacking Grandma’s ostensible solidarity, the Dynamite brothers begin their quests to find the companionship and adulthood they’d convinced themselves they were successfully living without.

Napoleon latches onto Pedro. The day after Rex Kwon Do’s emasculating karate demonstration, Napoleon echoes the macho-man and asks if Pedro has his back. Pedro’s confused “What?” evokes a rare moment of vulnerability as Napoleon looks off and breathes “Never mind.” To Napoleon, Pedro is an enviable specimen of masculine maturity, possessing bike pegs, confidence with women, and the ability to grow a mustache. When Pedro says he intends to ask Summer Wheatly to the dance, Napoleon attempts to match Pedro’s masculinity by showing off his made-up girlfriend. “I like her bangs,” Pedro says. “Me too,” Napoleon replies, staring at a picture of a stranger.

Kip’s identity is even less stable than his brother’s. Despite being older, Kip is physically and emotionally weaker than Napoleon. Uncle Rico becomes Kip’s first stable companion and masculine role model. Kip, happy to play the toady instead of the victim (voyeuristically watching the steak hit Napoleon rather than receiving Rex’s slap himself), becomes a tool for Rico’s deluded ambition. Rico’s masculinity exudes the usual toxicity: Self-absorption, disrespect for women, a desire to get ahead. His fixation on his life’s masculine peak as a young athlete is particularly telling, revealing both his worship for manhood and his own stunted maturity. In their first one-on-one hangout, Rico and Kip talk about women, and it’s Kip’s turn to try on masculinity as he describes his own incredibly suspect girlfriend. She has a vague, “pretty good-looking face,” as well as “sandy-blonde hair” that Lafawnduh doesn’t have.

Like so many “Magical Black” characters, Lafawnduh is interesting and underdeveloped, entering the story to provide solutions for White characters. In this case, it’s Black identity itself that offers Kip an answer. Just as Rico’s retro style embodies his antiquated vision of manliness, Kip’s transformation reflects the widespread early 2000’s appropriation of Black fashion and music to express White masculinity: Third wave ska bands like Reel Big Fish, clothing trends like pants-sagging, and white rappers like Eminem all brought Black culture into vogue to an extent unseen since the 1950’s.

Meanwhile, backed by the proper companionship and cultivating a respect for the feminine, Napoleon continues to hone in on his adult identity. Napoleon’s companions, largely devoid of the White (or Black-appropriated) masculinity Kip is chasing, are feminine archetypes, compassionate and artistic. The duo serve as surrogate parents for Napoleon, with Deb demonstrating the power of feminine vulnerability and creativity and Pedro teaching Napoleon that a mustachioed, socially confident man can exude femininity. Pedro’s head-shaving provides a key lesson in Napoleon’s education. The replacement wig, provided courtesy of Deb’s pink-draped studio, exposes gender identity as performance, malleable and superficial. “I think this matches your season,” Deb declares. Pedro responds with a soft smile.

The next day brings another lesson as Napoleon offers a bullied student one of Deb’s boondoggles to symbolize Pedro’s protection-- A feminine craft symbolizing a masculine strength. The boondoggle’s promise is quickly called upon, and Pedro’s cousins chase off the bully. Napoleon witnesses the paradox of masculinity, one that CJ Pascoe observes in her theory of “fag discourse”: Though masculinity offers endless ways to dominate and police others, even the manliest identities are never secure. Masculinity is a never-ending performance, a contest that can’t be won. (Uncle Rico learns this lesson as well, and his broken arm, along with his broken masculine delusion, ushers a female energy into his life that the gentler Rico welcomes with Pedro’s soft smile.)

Napoleon’s perception of Rico and the adult manhood he represents continues to sour as the adolescent realizes what misery and delusion the grown man brings in his wake: Clogged toilets, electrocuted groins, and superficial relationships. Rico shames Napoleon for not having a job, and the subsequent chicken-cooping work earns Napoleon a dollar an hour and a Hamlet-level resentment toward his uncle. He courts Summer’s popular friend Trisha, only to find the relationship with her brand of femininity unfulfilling and unsustainable. When Napoleon and Rico finally come to blows in an impasse that can only be described as Oedipal, two important revelations emerge. Napoleon realizes he has reached his tolerance for toxic masculinity, and that that toxicity is, when elbowed, vulnerable to Napoleon’s own masculine strength. Napoleon is no longer willing to lie about wolverines or supermodel girlfriends to survive within masculine discourse-- now he knows he can harness the power of his emotions. (It’s been suggested that the Tree of Knowledge provides Eve not with a magic apple, but with the indelible knowledge that she has the ability to disobey. Does it seem fitting that Napoleon initiates this confrontation by throwing fruit?)

The identity struggles within Napoleon rise up for a final confrontation at the school election. Napoleon’s relationships with his masculine and feminine pillars, Rico and Deb, have been thrown into jeopardy, and Napoleon realizes which character’s energy is most important to him. With proper guidance from his companions, his masculinity has taken the form of a quiet strength that protects others and knowingly performs gender (i.e., the brown suit he takes off a female mannequin), and his femininity carries an emotional intelligence that can’t be acquired from Uncle Rico’s herbal supplements. And once again, Black gender identity arrives to save a White character, but now Black femininity rather than masculinity supplies Napoleon with the tools for victory. D-Qwon’s dance tape gives Napoleon the feminine power of dance as physical expression (contrast this with Kip’s physical outlets of Rex-Kwon-Do and cage fighting), and Lafawnduh herself gives Napoleon the soundtrack he’ll have on hand at the election. (That said, I’m aware that Napoleon’s dance moves are incredibly White.)

Napoleon’s dance, a triumph of femininity over masculinity, performs a vulnerability that brings the previously blank-faced student body to its feet. The students see themselves not in Pedro’s or Summer’s campaign speeches, but in Napoleon’s harrowing self-expression. Napoleon gambles his physical and emotional self on his friend’s behalf, in an act so free and selfless that Deb realizes this person would never fall prey to a “Bust Must+” brand of femininity. But the fact that the audience connects with the dance, the fact that it wins Pedro the election, doesn’t matter. What’s important is that, like Spirited Away’s Chihiro or Russian Doll’s Nadia, Napoleon confronted a final test and produced a correct answer. The prize is an immutable inner truth that will endure any bullying or masculine taunts.

After the climax, with one at the end of his journey and the other hopelessly lost within it, the Dynamite brothers cross paths one last time. (The wedding was a campy, fan-service ending tacked on after MTV’s acquisition, and I don’t consider it canonical.) Kip, in full hip-hop regalia, doesn’t notice his brother as he and Lafawnduh board a bus (in an ending reminiscent of Ghost World). Napoleon watches helplessly from across the street. This scene always makes me sad, partially because we don’t see Kip telling anybody he’s leaving-- it seems like another confused, uncharacteristic move. These brothers, having started the story together in their sexless grandma’s stasis, have ended in completely different worlds, and Napoleon, after painstakingly forging his adult identity, can only watch as his lost brother continues his own quest for meaning.

This article has been published in Entropy Magazine.

#napoleon dynamite #gender performance #vote for pedro #gender identity #jon heder #masculinity #preston idaho #essay

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Pace Yourself; an ace Patton fic Ok so I might make more of this, depending on if this goes well. This was tons of fun to write, if a little challenging. If you are ace I would be honored to get some feedback to improve this! warnings: toxic family, homophobia/anything lgbt phobia, self hatred, thoughts that aces/aros are not lgbt, swearing, I think that’s all. word count: 1179

It was hard for him. He put on a face, he said he loved everyone, so no one would look deeper into him, to see that he was different. That he was an abomination in his family’s eyes. That he was wrong. And he hated it. He wished that he wasn’t who he was, that he was able to seem normal to his parents, but he couldn’t, that wasn’t who he was, and he will never be that. But as he was on his way to his first day at his new college campus, he was in awe at how many people were waving flags for pride month. He wanted to be like them, but Patton Rivera wasn’t ever going to be like them, he didn’t belong in the community anyways, he’d seen plenty of posts on Tumblr about how asexuality was wrong and wasn’t welcome with the LGBT+ community. So, he gripped his bags tighter and walked faster to his new room.

His phone started buzzing and as soon as he answered he had a voice shouting in his ear.

“PATTON PATTON WE’RE ROOMMATES PATTON WHERE ARE YOU COME ON THE ORIENTATION IS HAPPENING IN AN HOUR AND WE STILL NEED TO EAT AND CHANGE!!!!!!! PATTON!!!”

When he heard the voice of his childhood friend he knew he was in for a treat. He had known for a good two years that Roman was going to this college, one a few states away from their home, but didn’t know himself until a few months ago that he would as well. To know that he would be rooming with his best friend was probably the best news since finding out he had been accepted. The man started running towards his dorm room as fast as he could.

Later during the day, the boys were wandering around the campus when Patton had seen someone wearing familiar colors. They were in a commons, and the ace was seated on the stairs, with a similar looking man standing next to the stair case. In fact, they looked very similar to Roman and Patton. He normally wouldn’t have done anything, considering the fact that he was so far in the closet that he could have been some sort of Narnia, but the man was not only wearing his colors, but he was surrounded with multiple people in aro colors, and they were all in the plaza, where everyone could see.

The group all had their hair dyed the colors of their flags and dressed in matching outfits. The one with ace colors had long fringe and a big baggy jacket that was black with a purple and grey lining. His feet were moving before his brain could process it, and his mouth flying before he could control it.

“how can you all be out? I-I thought aces and aros weren’t welcome in the LGBT community? I- this wasn’t because- I’m- you aren’t bad or wrong, I just, everything I see says that aces and aros were just confused or immature, how can you do it? I- nevermind I’m just-you guys look really nice I need to- uh, go-”

“hey. Calm down there dude, its fine. Sit down a bit, your friend can join too” the two stopped in their tracks and sat in front of the older students. “the things saying aces and aros aren’t ‘welcome’ are bullshit. Just like gay transphobes aren’t part of the community, neither are those who try to say that the absence of romantic or sexual attraction. They are assholes who don’t deserve to be around the LGBT community. You aren’t confused or immature. You might still not be certain on which label fits, or maybe you aren’t comfortable with labels. That doesn’t invalidate how you feel. Also, thanks, the hair took hours.” The smile coming from the man-made Patton feel safe.

“I’m-I uh, I’m p-Patton Rivera, I’m brand new so I uh, hi!!! What’s your name?” most of the people dispersed aside from the man and one glasses clad aro who didn’t seem like he was going anywhere.

“oh yeah, heh, I’m Virgil sanders, this is my twin; Logan. Who’s your friend? He looks like a princey.” Virgil’s brother kneed him, before sitting down next to him. “he’s not much one for talking. He thinks princey is interesting.”

“Falsehood!” shouted the man, logan, indignantly.

As soon as Virgil finished, Patton’s mother rang. “hello mother dear. Yes, I’m safe… y-es I’m going to the local church tomorrow… yes, I will uh, hook up with some lady while I’m here… I know you want grandchildren mom… yes, I, I wouldn’t think of attending the uh, homosexual parade against god… obviously they’re con-confused, its-it’s not natural I know… please don’t come and check up on me, I have Roman, and I’m almost 20… Roman is not a bad influence mother. He’s been my friend since pre-k I’m not abandoning him… he’s literally right next to me mother would you like to talk to him?” at this point Virgil grabbed the phone with a strangled gasp coming from Patton.

“hello ma’am. This is a friend of your son, coming in with a PSA that you don’t own him… really? Seems pretty threatening to me… he can’t formulate a sentence… why yes, I am celebrating pride, I’m glad you brought that up! It seems to me that your son would be a heck of a lot happier without the preaching that homosexuality et cetera is wrong… he’s 20 you can’t forbid him from doing anything. Including what sounds like you wanting him to abandon his friend… are you funding his college? Oh no? then explain why he needs to follow your rules… exactly, would you like to apologize to your son? Welcome to twenty gay-teen ma’am… I’m here for the next three years, test me… ok cool, bye!”

Patton stared horrified at the man. Virgil handed him back his phone with a shrug.

“that should keep her off your back. Sorry bout that, it was wrong of me, but I hate hearing people having to talk to smallminded people and pretend they agree. No one should ever be spoken to that way. So as an adult you’re free to be you, so what are you? You seem pretty interested in the pride decorations, and you walked up to us, so its obviously not just the bright colors.”

Patton looked over at Roman, who had been the quietest he’d ever heard him. “I’m uh, I think I’m panromantic asexual. Not sure specifically what kind of ace, but yeah. Thank you. I- I really just want to start over here. I don’t think it’ll be too soon, but I just want to stop hating who I am.”

The smiles exchanged felt like a promise. The four of them together against the homophobic agenda. When Virgil spoke again they knew it was going to be a good year.

“don’t worry about it pat. The best way to survive college is to pace yourself and get some good friends. You’ve already got one of those things.”

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Suits and Secret Moments part 9

AGAIN- @syreanne @chaneajoyyy @wakanda-inspired @bidibidibombaclaat and have been soooo helpful in helping me develop these chapters with their advice! This chapter... I PROMISE THERE IS A REASON FOR THIS CHAPTER! IT’ S LEADING TO A BIGGER POINT

Trigger warning- sexual themes implied, mentions of casual relationships. Mentions of abandonment, mentions of heartache, mentions of cheating.

T’Challa

Another work day, another walk past your office just to get to his.

Dinner last night was awkward to say the least. At least at the very beginning it was.He was petty and he was childish, but he got it together. Stopped being so immature and included you in the conversation and didn’t make vague references to your situation that ended months ago, due to his own stupidity.

He loves you. He really does. And N’Jadaka is his cousin, his best friend. So, yeah, he loves him, too. And you make N’Jadaka happy and vice-versa. So, if he had a bunch of chances and didn’t appreciate it when he did, then he really has no one to blame but himself. And he can’t keep kicking himself about it. He made a mistake. There were consequences and now he has to deal with it.

T’Challa is also fully aware of the fat that he can’t elt his personal life merge into his work life anymore. He feels so… why? Why did he have to fall in love with his employee? Why is her name and smile and laugh and everything about her permanently on his mind like colorful paint splashed into a grey wall:bright, and noticeable.

He had a good thing and he let it go, He has to learn how to accept that now. Maybe he can get you back someday. Today, thou, will not be that day.

He thinks about it when he brushes some lint off of his black suit, getting ready for the day. He has six interviews lined up: Jessica Devine, Samantha Reyes, Ryder Portillo, Peter Ibinkule, and two others who just phoned in today.

Now that his secretary has put in her two weeks notice, he needs to find someone to replace her. Peter and Shuri have spent their time helping him keep up with phones calls and appointments and such, but he feels bad asking them to use part of their internship time with it.

‘’Brother,’’ Shuri had stated, ‘’I am always here for you. I don’t mind coming in after school to help.’’

‘’Neither do I,’’ Peter reassured, ‘’I like helping.’’

He likes Shuri. But, also, he does like helping, And he can’t act like their help hasn’t been more than appreciated as of lately.

‘’Mr. Udaku, sir,’’ Peter’s voice comes over the line, ‘’I have someone here to see you.’’

With that, T’Challa thanks Peter, organizes the papers on his desk and prepares for the day.

He pushes thoughts of you and nights together and how your nights are now spent with Erik and…

No. He had his chance. He needs to get over you. Maybe he’ll get you to want him one day. Maybe not.

He’s trying to figure out how to engrain that into his head now.

And, sooner or later, he’ll get it.

Erik

When heretuns from dropping Darion off at kindergarten, Erik finds you scrubbing the counter, the smell of the citrus-scented cleanser wafting through the air.

‘’Hey, what are you doing?’’

‘’I couldn’t stand the smell of eggs left on the dishes. I can actually smell it, Erik. So, I washed the dishes. I then cleaned the stove, swept the floor and wiped down the kitchen table and counter.’’

When you’re nervous, you like to do whatever you can to keep your mind off of it.

Erik knows this.

He knows you well.

So he rakes the towel from you, tossing it into the sink before pulling you close, your ever-growing stomach between the two of you like a wedge.

He’s just wondering… will this bring you closer together or pull you apart?

‘’We need to talk about your answer last night.’’

That conversation was heavy. Tears were shed and feelings were brought out. Hearts were broken and sleep was needed. So, Erik pulled you into his room, ,letting you sleep there as he relaxed on the couch.

There was a fork in the road and you both had decisions to make. However, you also needed to sleep.

Guess which one took priority?

So you follow him to the couch now, ready to spend your off day working out this whole… situation.

Because you seem to keep finding yourself in situation-ship with the man from the Udaku family.

What kind of sitcom drama is this?!

‘’You know I care about you,’’ you say slowly carefully.

This is a delicate situation and you don’t want to tear apart the beautiful tapestry that could be a real, good thing with Erik.

‘’I care about you,’’ he tells you.

He didn’t have to tell you that.

He’s always made it very obvious in his words his gestures, his eyes.

‘’I really do love you, Erik.’’

‘’Do you love me, or do you love what I do for you? Because, in all honesty, if you only love what you get from me, then… that’s pretty much like what T’Challa does to you.’’

You wince then, the truth slapping you in the face like the cold, hard, inquiry win that surely will be blowing when you step outside later to go grocery shopping.

‘’I love you, Erik. I appreciate you being here for me and for the baby. You are good man, That’s why I love you.’’

He seems to weigh that in his head before he turns to you with a strange look, ‘’Do you love me, or are you in love with me?’’

He had told you that, last night, he thought there was a difference. Because if you’re in love with him, then you’re on track. He sees the possibility of a real future with you. He wouldn’t have introduced Darion to you if he didn’t see that. Darion is too important to him. He knows how much Darion gets attacked and home easily. Now, though, his son is attached to you.

So Erik won’t be the only one involved in healing a broken heart if this doesn’t work out.

Does he tell you that? No. He wants you to want to be around for him, bot out of guilt or pity.

And he’ll deal with whatever comes his way.

‘’I’m not in love with you,’’ you say, ‘’But I feel like I could be.’’

The truth is hard to speak sometimes. But you’re both drowning in it now and he’s tryin to stay above the waves as they crash down upon him.

‘’So… so where does that leave us,’’ he questions, raising an eyebrow.

‘’It leaves us…,’’ you think for a moment, ‘’It leaves us open to possibility. I’m still doing a lot of growing up, but I want this. I want to try a real relationship. I want to be here for you and for Darion, and for this new baby.’’

This is a new adventure. And you think going on it with Erik could be a wonderful experience. He has already proven what he wanted. T’Challa has stated that he does want you. But, then again, you’ve seen how fickle he can be. You can't afford that. No, not anymore.

Erik is steady and he is amazing and he wants to love you. And, maybe, you can love him too. You want to try this, what to try something that goes beyond the sheets and likes and stolen moments behind closed doors. You want to be able to hold his hand and not have to worry about what others in the office will be. You want to not worry that you’re second best to Nakia or some woman that he meets at a party or anyone else.

With Erik, you can have that.

‘’So, are we really going to try this,’’ he asks you, looking for confirmation, for one word that will set you two on the path he has been desperate to go down with you ever since he made up his mind about you, months ago: ‘’Yes’’.

For you, this is throwing caution to the wind and being cautions all at once. He is safe but he is unfamiliar. He is grounded yet things are up in the air as you try to adjust to this. He loves you though and you love him, in a way/ It’s not perfect and maybe it never would be, but…

But you deserve to be happy. You know that. You see that.

And so, you take his hand, and give him your honest answer: ‘’Yes’’.

Little do you know that this one word will release a whole can of events that none of you could see coming..

You are nearly six months along in January. Erik gets called into work, and you are off for the day. So, yo spend the day packing up your boxes and getting ready to move into your brand new apartment across town.

Erik has been working more so that when you go on maternity leave, he can take a bit of time off too. Raising a child is new for you. He’s been in the game for five years. He’s not perfect and he never will be, but you actually want to stick around and raise this family with him. That makes him want to give his all,hence him picking up new hours.

You’re standing outside of Darion’s school, waiting for his teacher to bring hmm out so that you can't take him shopping and get ready for dinner.

‘’Excuse me, Miss. Are you Erik Stevens girlfriend?’’

‘’Yes, I am,’’ you answer, looking at the young woman.

She has cinnamon colored skin, similar to Deena’s. Her eyes are a light brown, and her hair is pulled into a ponytail.

‘’Can I help you? Is he okay?’’

‘’Yes, yes! He is okay,’’ she does frantically before clearing her throat, ‘’I just.. I’ve known him for awhile. I’d like to talk to you for a moment, if that’s alright.’’

Your heart beat speeds up. This is the same way you heard others tell Nakia about T’Challa when he hooked up with them. Because none of them ever kept it a secret. Not the way you did,

Then again, T’Challa made it very clear with them that it was a one night stand, that he had no feelings for them and that it was just fun, just a good time, just messing around.

‘’Who are you,’’ you question, wishing Darion’s teacher would bring him to the door already so that you could take him home and leave this woman standing here.

She looks down to the snow that you two have been crushing beneath your feet before looking back at you, conviction burning behind her eyes like the fire that will engulf your emotions as she speaks these next words: ‘’My name is Onika James-Jackson, Darion’s mother. Erik’s ex. There’s something that I really need to talk to you about. Please.’’

The door to drama has been open.

It was open with T’Challa and it’s yet to close.

Somehow, you don’t foresee it slamming shut anytime soon.

DISCLAIMER- I OWN NO MARVEL CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS.

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Do you own any Funko Pop! figurines? Yeah, I have an I Love Lucy one and a Baby Yoda one.

How many cats and dogs have you had as pets in your lifetime? I’ve had 4 dogs, 0 cats.

Can your mom and/or dad play any instruments, or how about anyone else in your family? No. My dad tried dabbling with the guitar at one point, but didn’t keep up with it.

Have you ever colored in an adult coloring book as a stress reliever? Yes, I have several coloring books.

Can you crack crab legs without a tool? I don’t eat crab, so I’ve never tried.

How many light sources are in the room you’re in? My floor lamp is the main one, but you could count my TV and laptop as well.

What’s your favorite thing to put on bagels? Cream cheese.

Who’s your favorite director? Hmm.

Bats: cute or gross? Creepy.

What was the last really intense pain you felt? The chest pressure the other day from the panic attack I was having.

Would you rather vacation by a beach or a lake? Beach, please.

How would you feel about traveling abroad alone? I would be too afraid to go alone, honestly. Plus, I’d want to experience something like that with someone.

What is your father's middle name? I’m not sharing that.

Where did your last kiss take place? I think it was in his car. This was almost 10 years ago, so I’m not entirely sure anymore.

Which movie villain do you find the most terrifying? Michael Myers and Pennywise are pretty scary. Love ‘em, though.

If you married your favorite celebrity what would your last name be?Skarsgard. Do you stick your tongue out often in pictures? I never do that.

Which one of your family members are you closest to? My mom and younger brother.

Would you rather have name brand shoes or name brand clothes? Shoes. Like my Adidas.

Are you a good liar? No.

Are you proud of your parents? Yes.

If you could get backstage tickets to ANY concert - which would you pick? Hmm.

Which is better: orange or grape soda? Not a fan of either one.

Was the last thing you ate hot or cold? The chips weren’t hot or cold, but the dip I had with them was cold.

Who was the last person in your house who isn’t family? It’s been a long time since we’ve had a non-family member over.

What color was the last swimsuit you wore? *shrug* I haven’t worn an actual swimsuit since I was a kid.

Can you remember the last song you listened to? No. I don’t listen to music much nowadays for some reason.

Have you ever been dumped really harshly? Yes.

Can you do a back flip, or anything else of that sort? Nope.

Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? No. I don’t even have any interaction with either of them anymore; it’s been years.

What happened to cause you to feel that way about them? --.

Are you more of a phone or a computer person? Computer.

Do you have a job, and if so, where do you work? No.

If not, do you want one? Not at this time.

Do any medical afflictions run in your family? Diabetes and cancer.

What’s your favorite Mexican dish? Chicken quesadillas and burritos with beans, rice, cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and cilantro.

Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes.

Have you ever ordered a specially made cake from a cake shop? Yeah, many times.

What months were you and your siblings born in? July, February, and November.

What did you have for dinner last night? My left over pizza from lunch. It was so good.

Have you ever had sex in/on a vehicle? No.

Do you do anything to groom your eyebrows? I keep it unibrow free, but that’s about it.

Has your town ever flooded? No, thankfully.

Have you ever played at the McDonald’s play place? Yeah. Ew, can’t believe that was such a popular thing cause when you realize how disgusting those actually were... yikes.

Have you ever taken a picture of snow? Yeah.

Do you cry easily? Nowadays I definitely do. I feel like I’m always crying.

Are you happy with where you live? My family and I want to move.

Do people ever mistake you for being a different race? It has happened.

Do you hate the last person you kissed? No.

What genre is your favorite movie? Horror, psychological thriller, drama, superhero, romcoms, scifi, adventure, fantasy... I like variety.

Who was the last person you were in a car with? My mom.

Do you like the picture on your license/I.D. card? No.

When was the last time somebody hit on you? I have no idea. It’s been a very long time.

Was the last person you met a male or female? I haven’t met anyone new in quite awhile.

What brand is your underwear? I don’t remember.

What’s your favorite Thanksgiving food? I love the turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, stuffing, rolls, and my brother’s homemade baked mac and cheese. Ooh, and the appetizers, too.

Do you have a TV in your room? I do.

Are any of your electronics charging right now? My laptop is constantly plugged in, so yes That’s it as of now.

What was the last video game you played? Animal Crossing.

What’s the biggest promise someone’s ever made to you? Did they keep it? Hmm.

Google, Bing, or Yahoo? Google is the only acceptable answer.

What was the last song you had on repeat? I don’t typically play songs on repeat.

Who is your favorite person to watch on YouTube? Oh, I have several.

How many college degrees do you want? I have one and that’s not even being used, I don’t need more. I have no idea what else I would even do. I also have ZERO desire to go back to school.

Can you wink? Yeah.

Do you own any jerseys? Nope.

Have you ever tried to snort Pixie Stix as a child, or even an adult? No.

Do you like going to baby showers? Do you go only for the cake? They can be fun.

Has there ever been a time in your life, you felt sexually undecided? No.

Do you think tattoos and piercings are sexy on the opposite sex? I wouldn’t say that, but I don’t care if someone has some. Although, I’m sorry but I do not like face tattoos at all.

Do people ever ask you to do things they’re too short to accomplish? No, I wouldn’t be of any help either.

What color are the headphones you have at this moment in time? Yellow.

Ever choked severely on something during lunch at your school? Yes, actuallly. I remember getting a Dorito stuck in my throat in elementary school.

Do you eat more vegetables or fruits? What’s your favorite fruit/veggie? Vegetables.

What would you say is the color of your favorite bra? I prefer black ones.

Is anyone in your family a firefighter? Who is it anyway? No.

What do you usually buy when you go to the dollar store? Snacks or decorations.

Ever peed in the pool? Be honest! Nooo.

When you’re older, what kind of house do you want to live in? A house near the beach is the dream.

Where do you want to get married? I don’t want to get married.

Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? Of course I would, but like I said I don’t plan on getting married.

What is your favorite childhood TV show? Think 90s Nickelodeon and Disney and there ya go. Oh, and I was obsessed with Barney when I was really little.

Honestly, do you like school? I liked some of it.

Last thing that made you cry? I don’t want to get into it.

Honestly, are you keeping a big secret right now? Nah.

Last person you took a walk with? My mom. We attempted to get into this routine a couple months ago where we’d take a short walk in the morning a couple times at least a week and go to the Denny’s nearby for breakfast, but I think we ended up going only like 3 times? haha.

Have you ever liked someone who didn’t like you back? Yes.

Who was the last person to actually pick you up in the air? My mom.

Does any part of your body hurt? Of course.

If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a regret what would you do? The money is very tempting, but changing one of my regrets would vastly improve my situation now and I gotta say that sounds even better right now.

Can you keep a secret? Yes.

Your favorite romantic movie? I have several. I’m a sucker for the romcoms.

How do you feel about Valentine’s Day? Just another day for me. I’ve never experienced it with a significant other.

Who was the last person you took a picture with? My brother.

Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? No.

Do you celebrate 420? Nope.

Have you ever kicked a vending machine? No.

How do you eat Oreos? I twist ‘em and like to dip them in coffee or warm milk (vanilla almond milk to be exact).

Do you wear your shoes in the house? No.

Ever been to Georgia? I have, actually.

Do you get your hair cut every month? No.

Current relationship in detail. I’m single.

If you were kicked out of your house, who would you call/go to? My aunt.

List things you spend money on in an average week. Food and food delivery.

Rate each of your sexual partners (if any) from 1-10. I’m a virgin.

Post the last FB group/page that you joined. It’s a group for a Bibe study.

Would you parents be mad if you were in a relationship? No? I’m 32 years old.

Think of the last person you had sex with. Do you think they’ve slept with anyone else since they last slept with you? --

Is there someone that you believe you will always be attached to? My loved ones. What board games are you good at? *shrug* I just love board games.

Is there a sport/hobby you keep thinking about taking up, but that you’ve never quite gotten around to starting? Not that I can think of at the moment.

Do you think pranks like egging/toilet-papering someone's house are funny or immature? Immature and stupid. And just a shitty thing to do.

Do you think “sleeve tattoos” are a good idea? Not my thing, but I don’t care if other people want to do it.

Do you ever actually read the “Terms and Services” when you sign up for websites and such? No. :X

If you have a handheld games console (a DS or GameBoy, for example), how often do you use it? I have a Switch, but I haven’t used it since earlier this year.

Your phone is ringing. It’s the person you fell hardest for, what do you say? I wouldn’t even answer to be honest.

If your best friend was kicked out, would your parents let him/her live with you? My best friend is my mom, whom I live with.

Are you afraid of falling in love? Yes. Didn’t go well the couple times I did.

Is there anybody you wish you could be with right now? No.

Have you ever kissed someone & wished yu didn’t? No.

Did you get kissed last night? Nope. It’s been several years since I’ve last kissed someone.

Do you enjoy going through a carwash? Not especially. When I was a kid I was actually scared of them. They still creep me out, honestly.

How did you get most of your scars? Surgeries.

Ever had to take an inkblot test? No.

Have you ever been in trouble for something you honestly didn’t do? Hmm, I don’t think so.

Have you ever seriously slapped someone in anger? No. I’ve never slapped or hit anyone.

What/who woke you up this morning? I haven’t gone to sleep, yet.

Who was the last person to be in your bedroom besides you? My brother.

What’s one of your locked text messages? I don’t have any. Does the iPhone even do that?

Have you ever finished a game of Monopoly? I think so.

Is there anyone you know who’s in any way paralyzed? Yes, me.

The truth all comes out when someone is drunk, true? It can.

When was the last time you felt disappointed in yourself? I’ve been feeling that way the past few years. Just continuous disappointment.

How about feeling disappointed in someone else? A couple days ago.

For you, do you commonly feel more jealousy or envy? Envy.

Do you rely on the heads/tails flipping of a coin sometimes for decisions? No.

Do you have any specific chores you do around the house? I haven’t been much help the past few years. Especially not now.

For you, does comfort or fashion come first in dressing? Comfort, hands down. That doesn’t mean it can’t be cute, though. Like, I love my oversized graphic tees. They’re cute/cool and comfy.

Have you had two friends that absolutely hated each other? No.

Do you like Laffy Taffy? I liked the banana ones. I couldn’t tell ya the last time I had one, though.

Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners? The little manual ones I have are fine.

Are your biceps at all noticeable? I have no muscle anymore. I used to. My arms are stick thin now.

Have you ever seen a walrus? Yeah.

Did you ever have one of those Easy Bake ovens as a kid? I did.

Does your bathroom have a theme to it? No.

From inside of your house, how many doors lead outside? Three.

Are there a lot of trees in your yard? No, just one.

Have you ever liked someone that treated you like crap? Yes.

Have a best friend? Yes.

Does it bother you when your best friend does stuff without you? Only when she goes on a vacation without me haha. That’s just my envy and bitterness about not being able to do much right now due to health reasons. She absolutely deserves to go and I of course want her to go. She goes like less than a handful of times, if that, so it’s not even much. I wish she could take more trips for herself. The past 3 years one of those trips was one she went on with her sisters and she’s planning another this year, but isn’t sure if she’ll be able to because I’ve needed more help these past few months due to health reasons and some things only she can help me with because she knows how and I only feel comfortable with her doing. I feel really bad because I don’t want her to have to cancel, she’s really been looking forward to it and I know it’s something she needs for her own wellbeing because she’s been stressed and spread thin having to deal with a lot of things.

Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? Yes.

Does anyone hate you? Possibly.

What’s the one thing you regret more than anything? Not taking better care of myself.

Do you remember important dates? I’m pretty good about that usually, but I like to use the reminder or calendar app on my phone as well sometimes.

What’s some lyrics from a song that means a lot to you? There’s a lot.

Who gives the best advice? My mom.

Who do you usually see in your dreams? :) My dreams are so random.

What type of cake did you last eat? White cake with buttercream frosting.

How many of your friends are gay or bisexual? I don’t have any friends.

What’s your favorite type of sandwich? Turkey or bologna with cheese, mayo, mustard, and oil. I like to buy this sandwich oil that’s just olive oil with a few seasonings in it like oregano and basil. Oh, and I like to add spinach as well sometimes.

When was the last time someone asked you out? Did you accept or decline? It’s been years. I accepted.

Do you like The Offspring? I liked a couple songs.

One pillow or two? Two.

Do you like Mad Libs? Yeah.

Where do your grandparents live? Arizona.

What is your pet’s name? Princess Leia.

Have you ever been to Canada? No, but I'd love to visit. < Same! <<< Me, tooooo.

Aren’t babies overrated? lol aww I wouldn’t say that.

Have a built-in pool in your backyard? No.

Ever won yourself a stuffed animal? No.

Ever had someone else win you a stuffed animal? My cousin did once from one of those claw machines, shockingly. I feel like no ever wins those. My dad won the stuffed animal giraffe for me from an amusement park that started my collection several years ago.

Ever been to a circus? Yes, once when I was a kid.

Ever shot animals? No.

Do you consider yourself intelligent? No.

Have you ever run away from home? No.

Do you put family first, friends, relationships, school, or something else? Family.

What’s something you worked extremely hard to get? Hm.

Are you satisfied with your body image? No. I’m very self-conscious about it.

Have you ever been labeled negatively or otherwise been called something extremely derogatory? Not to my face.

Have you ever seriously taken advantage of someone or been taken advantage of? I’ve been taken advantage of in the past.

Have you ever been seriously ill? Yes.

Have you ever befriended a former enemy? I’ve never had any enemies. If you’re not religious, would you ever pray as a last resort? If you are religious, do you often pray for other people? I did sometimes in the past before my relationship with God began a few years ago.

Have you ever dated someone, then after you dated they came out of the closet or switched (for lack of a better word) sexual orientation? No.

Has a boy/girl ever walked a ridiculous distance just to see you? How about vice versa? No.

When was the last time you felt really uncomfortable? Now because it’s so hotttt D:

Is there anything that your mom is really known for as to how she is as a person? Everyone loves and wants to befriend my mom. She’s funny and sarcastic and people just think she’s cool and fun to be around.

Who have you been talking to the most today? It’s 4:30AM, I haven’t talked to anyone so far.

Are you nosy? I can be sometimes lol.

What’s the meanest thing you have done to a friend? Push them away. :/

If your ex called you crying, what would it most likely be about? I have absolutely no idea why they would be crying or why they’d be calling me. It’s been almost 5 years since we’ve seen or talked, so that would be completely out of the blue.

Who was the best kisser out of all the people you have kissed? Joseph.

Have you ever been told that you have an annoying laugh? No.

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cipherr · 7 years ago

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1-26, 37-45, 70-92, 94. :)

OMG THANK YOU sorry it took me so long to get to this :’)) I WAS PLAYING STAR WARS LOL

under a cut bc... loNG....

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? i actually don’t use any of these and never have LOL

is your room messy or clean?it is...incredibly messy....-sweats-

what color are your eyes?i always say they’re greyish blue? like def blue but not BLUE blue, so i dunno. depends on the lighting of course.

do you like your name? why?iiiii hate it :’) i just think it’s not very pretty sounding, and no one ever pronounces it right for some reason even though yOU’D THINK IT’D BE PRETTY OBVIOUS. so it gets mispronounced and misspelled all the time and i’m just over it tbh

what is your relationship status? single as fucc my dudes

describe your personality in 3 words or lessfriendly, shy, weird??? idk :’D

what color hair do you have?naturally it’s kind of a medium brown but i have the bottom half bleached blonde, i’m hoping to get more blonde tho

what kind of car do you drive? color?a pearl white Subaru SVX c:

where do you shop?i don’t really have any specific stores because there isn’t anything in my hometown lmao everything i wear at this point in my life was either given as a gift or t-shirts/hoodies from high school/dance class/college/etc, idk i’m a mess

how would you describe your style?Comfortable Depression(TM)

favorite social media accountas in like, a famous person’s social media account? or social media in general? i love Mark Hamill’s twitter and tumblr is my fave site, so :’D

what size bed do you have? full

any siblings?two half sisters, a half brother, a step brother

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?i just want a cabin in a forest on a mountain, i literally don’t care where, that’s ALL I WANT

favorite snapchat filter? i always like the kitty ones c:

favorite makeup brand(s)i’m not really into makeup lmao i use whatever i can find at walmart basically, i’m a cheap bitch

how many times a week do you shower?3 unless i’m actually doing stuff and getting gross

favorite tv show?i haven’t watched tv in a long-ass time LMAO i guess i like Say Yes to the Dress? and also those stupid paranormal investigation shows, i don’t even remember what any of them are called but i always get a kick out of those lol

shoe size?like...5 1/2.... don’t lauGH AT MY TINY FEET

how tall are you?5′1, which explains my tiny feet :’D

sandals or sneakers? sandals

do you go to the gym? NOPE LMAO DO MY NOODLE ARMS LOOK LIKE THEY COULD LIFT WEIGHTS

describe your dream datepicnic on a mountaintop somewhere and it’s not too hot or too cold and it’s peaceful and relaxing and aaaaaaa

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?two bucks, i wish i was kidding but that’s all i got :’)

what color socks are you wearing? none at the moment, it was hOT today

how many pillows do you sleep with?uuuuuh six :’DD

(sorry for the formatting weirdness lmao)

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? no i don’t ;w; i haven’t read in a long long time. i can’t even pick a favorite because it’s just been so long.38. money or brains? tbh, call me shallow, but money. brains are all well and good but what’s really important is neither money nor brains anyway so i’D RATHER LIVE A CUSHY LIFE WITH SOMEONE GOOD AND SWEET AND DUMB THAN MEAN AND NASTY AND SMART LMAO39. do you have a nickname? what is it? don’t really have one anymore, but for tumblr purposes just ‘cipher’ will do :’D40. how many times have you been to the hospital?as in, admitted to the hospital for my own health reasons, just twice i think41. top 10 favorite songsthere’s no way i can pick my top favorites of all time because i just love so many, but ten of my recent faves in general, in no particular order;Edge of the Blade - Epica; Ghost in the Mist - Lacuna Coil; Mechanical Love - In This Moment; Gasoline - Halsey; Green Light - Lorde; Black Magic - Little Mix; Wilson - Fall Out Boy; Oh Lord - In This Moment; Peace of Mind - Boston; Miami 2017 - Billy Joel42. do you take any medications daily? no but i probably should be on medication tbh43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)i don’t really know? i’m not exceptionally oily OR dry44. what is your biggest fear? being alone in life :’)45. how many kids do you want? none, ugh

70. what was the last concert you saw? Epica and Lacuna Coil!71. tea or coffee?coffee72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?STARBUCKSSSS73. do you want to get married?yeh ;w; i’m really worried it’ll never happen though dlkajsfslk74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?don’t have one rn75. are you going to change your last name when you get married? it’d have to be a really fuckin good last name, i’m really attached to mine and i can’t see myself changing it :’D76. what color looks best on you? baby blue or red tbh77. do you miss anyone right now? not really78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?closed, i’m not a FOOL79. do you believe in ghosts?i wouldn’t say i believe, necessarily, but if something weird were to happen to me that i couldn’t explain or seemed like something commonly associated with spiritual activity or w/e i would probably believe it tbh. like, i’d have to see it to believe it, but i would if i did :’D80. what is your biggest pet peeve? i guess immaturity from people who are REALLY supposed to fuckin know better81. last person you called?@seabunnii!! =^~^=

82. favorite ice cream flavor? MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP or just regular chocolate83. regular oreos or golden oreos? regular84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? chocolate, i am a chocoholic :’D85. what shirt are you wearing? it’s like a sorta seafoam green hoodie from Topsail Island86. what is your phone background?.....Lana Beniko LMAO at least one of them is, anyway87. are you outgoing or shy?i’m shy as hell :’)88. do you like it when people play with your hair?yesss as long as they’re careful about it and not tangling it up *~*89. do you like your neighbors? yeah they’re nice c:90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?night usually91. have you ever been high? no, i’m personally against drugs myself. idc what other people do with their lives but i don’t want any part of it and i don’t want to be around it, that’s just me92. have you ever been drunk?a couple of times, but i can’t drink anymore anyway :’D

94. favorite lyrics right nowgodddd i can never pick favorites...so the first that come to mind:The shot you took was overdueIt’s a good thing I am made of scar tissue

thanks for asking!!! :DD I LOVE DOING THESE LOL

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pkmntrainergreyze · 7 years ago

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Hitman for Hire (Gerard Way Imagine)

A/n: Thanks for the notes you guys. I’m sorry this was late, I realized just now that this imagine wasn’t posted in months now ;-;

(Okay I’ll stop with the ;-; ‘emoji’)

I’m not sure if I could update more, since examinations near. Wish me luck guys, algebra is killing me.

Anyways, Enjoy

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“Agent Way you’re not supposed to do that…” I felt the words trailed off before I heard a loud bang! coming from the now cold lifeless business man. He was corrupted to begin with anyways, just in it for the taxes of the nation. Agent Way smirked “Who cares?”, the ‘a’ in the word 'cares’ dragged longer. How immature can this excuse of a man- no, a hitman get?

“We’re supposed to eliminate him by a stab-” He placed his right index finges in my mouth, his mouth formed an 'o’. “Shhh” rolling my eyes, I placed my pistol back in the bag with a groan. “Agent Dun will be as done as his name, don’t you feel bad for him? He hacked the cameras just for us to properly elimate him?” I want to ask do you have any conscience at all? but I guess not.

It’s his turn to roll his eyes. He placed his hand in his waist and dang, He’s so slim after all the years of working out in the agency huh? “We can always fake his death, Agent (L/n)” does he actually think that reassured me?

He’s always the laziest man on the job- going for his pistol. I wish he would just pay attention to the files.

Every man avoids to be his partner- even Agent Toro! The most patient one in our organization. He is so notorious for this behavior. Although he’s the most brutal one at the group, I mean, one time he killed twenty men with just a sharpie, stabbed a man with just a toothbrush, instant death, he’s not exactly the most obedient one.

“We?” I scoffed, avoiding his dependent gaze. He poked the dead man and took it as a sign of death. He can’t make me do stuff! What is he? My boss? All I remember is that Mr. U’s our boss.

He didn’t seem to listen. He grabbed the nearest ballpoint pen out there and blood spurted out even more, scattering down the carpet.

“If you have your DNA there I swear…”

“Shush! I have my gloves ya know?”

“And a hair net?”

“What kind of f*cking hitman wears a hairnet?” He retorted, his glare practically sent to my direction. Well, it was a stupid question but I just tried to bulge his strong built confidence.

I mean, he has long greasy hair that looks badas-

Nope! Avoid those thoughts! You are a hitman (Y/n) (L/n)! A hitman! No relationships!

Gerard’s hair strands flew from when he blew it, his hands found it’s way to tie down the man, a bit too tight to make it seem like it was long there. The bloody ballpoint pen and gloves was already disposed in a ziplock bag.

“Let’s go?” He asked while walking out the door. I grumbled lightly when he kissed my cheek before he left, so I couldn’t help it, I hate how this man makes me feel a bit too odd.

After a bit of traveling- okay, maybe not a bit, but we traveled passing by five cities. Entering our office once more. Mr. U stood there, stimmering, his feet tapping wild like constant raindrops and his face as red as tomatoes.

“Agent Way and Agent (L/n)!”

Crap, this is why I hate working with him. Why did I have wake up late that day? I could have been partnered with Agent Iero.

I mean, it’s always fun and games with Agent Iero.

His hand clenched to the metal bar as the boss spoke. Fumbling to make his voice clear as he took a step forward, stumbling on his way in front of the door. I sighed and walked in a straight body and a chin up head. Remaining professional is always part of the job, one wrong move means one wrong bullet down your skull.

Mr. U, the man with his forehead as large as his name, which is pretty darn known around this world, he’s the sh*t, and even a bigger one when he’s mad, he is right now, unfortunately in front of me.

“Gerard…” His voice vibrated slightly and Agent Way stiffened. Mr. U would always use an agent’s real first name to threaten them, and now I’m witnessing the hundredth time he’s spoken his.“We do not play around in this job…” Agent Way slightly smiled.

“And (Y/n) you swore to take care of him” His eyes as peirce as an iron sword I laughed nervously. “I know Mr. U but Agent Way here-” I sent Agent Way the same dirty look.

“Doesn’t like to follow orders”

“Well” Mr. U smirked, arms crossed before we walked towards us. “this room doesn’t have to be dirtier and redder than this, isn’t that right?” he tapped and held one of of shoulders, it hurts, he grips it too tight, but I knew I deserve it. “Agents?”

“Y-Yes sir!”

“Yes sir”

“Good” He sat back to his comfortable, probably five star, seat, his elbows on the chair’s arm and his feet crossed in the glass table. “I have another mission for the two of you, don’t f*ck it up” he tossed files beside his feet, with a picture of a bald man attached to it.

“Make sure to follow what’s written” I think that was mostly directed to Way. “I think that is your specialty Agent Way” He grabbed the file with interest and flipped the pages.

Korse (Name Unknown)

Age: 51

Description: Rumored to be a big drug lord in town. Corrupt. He had finished mastering law. He lost his mother at a young age.

Prefered cause of death by the client: “Kill him with a shot in the right temple, I heard he’s going to go to a comic convention next Tuesday, wear killjoy outfits. There are no CCTVs in the building yet, it is brand new, I beg you, kill him for me, I’ll pay a bank full.”

Agent Way smirked, I didn’t read all the details, I just skimmed to the important ones. You see, I don’t like killing people with no wrong deeds, that’s probably the reason why Mr. U preferred if I handle the job.

“Agent Stumph and Agent Wentz will join you on eliminating the target, are you up for it?” Mr. U asked after removing his legs on the table and his closed fists replaced the position.

“I want to do this alone with Agent (L/n) if you don’t mind? Oh, and I want the Party Poison costume” I stared at disbelief. No way in hell, okay, wrong statement, Way better stay in hell.

“I’ll have a rearrangement” Mr. U looked at my direction. “Is there any request?”

Knowing Mr. U, he wouldn’t let me change his mind, I shook my head.

Looks like I’ll have a long night with Agent Way-or should I say, Party Poison. More like a night alone, and an elimination happening single-handedly.

—————–

We arrived in the God forsaken place, it was a pretty lit party, I think, well it won’t be lit without cocaine on the carpet now wouldn’t it? I stared at the floor in disgust. Looks like there will be blood on the dance floor.

And no, this was not the place me and “Party” was supposed to go, someone (you-know-who) got us lost like mad cats.

Did I also told you I’m wearing (KJ/n) costume? It so happens to be Party Poison’s love interest, courtesy to Agent Way and Agent Iero for encouraging Mr. U to do this.

I groaned lightly, I do like the costume, it wasn’t so bad, but the party near- or I hope was near the comic convention, got Agent Way’s attention, that punk.

“Way we have to go!” I yelled to bury my voice into the music, careful not to call him agent out of the office, but Agent Way stuck his tongue out “You’re not my mother!”

Great, I’m babysitting a hitman.

I rolled my eyes, guess I have to do everything like I said. So much for undercover.

My combat boots found it’s way to the building with no help. I really needed the help I could get from asking strangers earlier so I did. God, I wish Agent Way let Agent Stumph and Wentz to join instead of leaving us two on the mission, he would have guided me there with my headset and Agent Wentz would have given me my gun (that Mr. U likes to get from me- he’s not exactly giving me the permission to use it)

But no- I traveled alone, kudos to Party Poison. Gee, I sound salty.

I found myself silently judging the people- more like couples who wore a matching Party Poison and (KJ/n) shirts, disgusting honestly.

“A lot of people sure like the two of them huh?”

“Yep, it’s a trend people get into, mostly couples” I jumped when I heard the familiar voice, Mikey smiled. It’s Agent Way’s brother. Trust me, he’s hundred percent better than his own brother.

He wore this red jacket-thingy I couldn’t describe and a yellow shirt with some kind of slashed pattern in it-don’t ask me, I’m not a fashionista, I’m an assassin, a hitman if you prefer.

“Heard my brother’s off smoking, I had to fill in” Agent Mikey Way said. “But… I’m not in the job to kill, I’m just here to make sure you’d carry out the deed, I’m not exactly assigned to do other things than watch and help, so is Agent Iero and Toro”

Dang it.

“Nah, that’s okay really kiddo” he smiled- which was rare, consider it an achievement.

I found Agent Iero in costume as well, I think the name of the man he’s playing is Fun Ghoul, from the posters and constant chattering about it. “He’s so hot! He looks exactly like the character”

I swear I almost snorted when I heard the group of teenagers, ahh their thoughts scares me.

Agent Toro was still left unnoticed, nice job Toro. He held a walkie-talkie in hand, I simply raised an eyebrow in confusion but he didn’t saw me.

“Target on your right” I heard his voice spoke, out of the blue I suddenly felt my palm on my neck. I didn’t realize Agent Way- the other way, was smart enough to put a voice chip there without me knowing.

I looked to the right, seeing Korse walk pass a few tables and stopped to a woman with straight black hair that seems to ve wearing a white coat. His face looked blank as a sheet of paper, but I knew with just the right amount of pencil, I could tell what was once written in the pages.

I pretended to play cool, the usual. I placed my elbows in the table and stared at the dishes served, pretending to be interested in plain broccoli. I saw him move out and I did the same.

“He’s heading to the bathroom” Agent Toro spoke once more and Agent Iero leaned on the wall, while the flock admired his look.

“Omg! He looks exactly like the ray of sunshine Jet Star!”

“Let’s take a picture!”

“Sh*t” I giggled when his curse was sfill transmitted to the device.

I headed exactly where the bald man was up in, luckily it was not the men’s room, just the sink between the two doors. He opened up the faucet and the water ran. I tilted my head and peaked in to the mirror in his front.

Only to see him with a small smirk. “Hello Agent (L/n)”

I pulled out my gun and removed the safety, he laughed. “Well well, quite the aggressive one aren’t you?” I scoffed. He sounds like Agent Gerard Way

“Why are you alone to do the deed? Isn’t your admirer supposed to be here with you?” I rolled my eyes at his pathetic words. Pathetic.

He’s probably off to f*ck stoned girls. He’s useless!

But for some reason… It hurts.

I diverted my attention back at the man. “Who are you really?” his smirk only grew inches wider, he didn’t spoke.

“I am your father”

Is he high?

I rolled my eyes, it felt like the hundredth time this week. I smiled at his weakly. “Enough bullsh*t Korse”

He looked a bit down, his confident smile dropped he raised his head at me.

I pulled the trigger

Nothing happened, like a Magikarp using splash. No bullets came out. “Sh*t”

I’m so doomed, with no patrol to guide my way out of this hell of a scene. Korse just shook his head, leaning at the sink in disappointment. Guess the disappointment, sinked in? Why am I making puns now? I hate doing that.

And I’d hate dying right now.

He pulled out a pistol in his pockets, it flashed in the light, it’s metallic view is breathtaking, literally now that I’m about to emerge back to hell, where I came from.

Bang!

I opened my once deeply closed eyes and saw blood stains on the white tiles, on top of it was supposedly my murderer. I looked up and saw oh who else can it be?

Gerard f*cking Way.

He smirked as he rolled Korse’s head with his shoes.

He shot him in the right temple. Instant death. He ran his fingers in his own greasy hair, he raised his chin a bit, like an alpha showing some dominance, this time over some corpse, which is Korse.

“Hey babe” I scoffed once more.

“After going out, leaving me all alone in this you say Hey babe?” I spat in disgust. He laughed, a hand behind his neck. “You have my brother and Agent Toro with you or maybe…” He went closer, he leaned in, towering my form (-trying to). He placed a finger on my chin and raised it “You just preferred to be with me?”

I bitterly scoffed, how dare he?

But deep inside, I was worried the whole time, there are always this voices wondering if he was alright out there in the party, if he knew what he was doing, if he actually still care about me and our plans on the elimination …. Up until now, I still don’t know the answers to those questions.

“In your dreams Way” I almost forgot to reply his narcissistic comment. “Let’s go, Mr. U will kill us if we don’t head back to the base, anyways, where did you came from when you suddenly burst out of nowhere?” I askes while walking out the empty halls with the man in my tail.

“Bathroom windows, duh” He answered, hands on his waist, his now red dyed hair still sticking out of his face.

I didn’t realize his hands snaked to my waist, I felt my face heat up a bit, cursing myself silently, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“So, (KJ/n)?” His voice sounded so suave, and his eyes seems to be lazily relaxed. “Yes 'Party’?” I questioned with air quotation marks.

“Let’s finally get married, I hate dealing with Fun Ghoul all the time!” He whined, I laughed a bit. He could be an actor from this, I heard that comic would be turned into a TV show on Netflix, he should probably play on that role.

“You should play as Party Poison in that future TV show, I heard they’re still looking for an actor” His eyes lit up, it felt like it was sparkling our like pixie dust when I voiced out my thoughts. “You think?”

“Yeah” I placed my gun back in the bag, since we’re near the crowd. His innocent eyes turned back to his signature look.

“But….” He pursed his lips as we walk a few steps. “If I became Party Poison’s actor you have to be (KJ/n), my dime piece wife” he emphasized on the 'my’

I laughed nervously, is he planning on something again? I swear if he persuaded the boss to make me marry him it wouldn’t be that bad

Wait what?

Nope! No relationships!

…Right?

He remained smiling, it haunts me so badly, I wish I could scream out. I shook my head and continued to walk pass him.

But why does it seem so genuine?

I brushed away the thought. No way!

“In your dreams Way?” I threw profanities at myself for making it sound like a question. It only made the man even more cockier. He snickered and pulled me closer. “Let’s take a picture” he mysteriously pulled out a clean phone from his pocket, he opened his camera app and placed the phone up.

Let me tell you, this is just one of million unforgettable events I have with Gerard Way.

The light flashed, capturing out his reckless moment, and my small comical frown

Gerard Way, the only man who ruins my plans.

But for some reason, he took the bullet for me.

#gerard way #gerard way imagine #my chemical romance imagine

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philalie · 5 years ago

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I just wanna rant (TW ABUSE/DRUGS)

I feel like i wanna start just venting on tumblr bc it seems like everyone else does it and i just wanna vent to random people right now about my childhood and about my mother, bc i bring it upon people in my personal life too often and in inappropriate ways, except there just never is an appropriate way to do it. I just don’t wanna be a killjoy anymore. its really just therapeutic to me to write it out.

My mom has put me through no physical pain, but emotional pain to the extent that it hurts physically. It started even when I was a baby. Even as a little toddler she treated me how she does now, literally talking to me as if I was her friend. I have never ever received verbal affection from her in my entire life. I get an “I love you” once a month and maybe a hug if I initiate it, but that’s it. She won’t even cook me dinner unless I ask, and I am still a minor living under what’s supposed to be her roof. But the situation at hand now where she doesn’t even try to come see me or support me in any way, basically starting life over with a brand new family isn’t even what hurts me the most. It hurts me the most the situations she put me into as a literal child that a child should never be put into. I almost hate her for it. I almost hate her for making me live in that grimey tattoo artist’s duplex whose carpet was nearly black from how many cigarettes he smoked in the house, and I almost hate her for letting him make fun of me and make me genuinely believe I was stupid when I was a little kid in Kindergarten. When I see kindergarteners, I can’t believe that as a mother, she allowed me to be hurt in such a way that I was scared in my own house and I would cry at night because I didn’t know where she was and people I didn’t know were doing drugs in my house and i fucking knew it. Kindergarteners shouldn’t even know what drugs or alcohol are. I almost hate her for marrying the father of my brother, but not quite because I love my sweet brother so much and if it weren’t for that, i wouldn’t have him in my life. His father had no regard for me or my other brother’s feelings. He sold my precious treasures that I loved because he knew it’d hurt me and he needed money for a fucking dime bag. He even tried to pawn off my childhood dog. Fuck that. He is the source of my anxiety today. Imagine having anxiety as a nine year old. Genuine, debilitating, shaky anxiety attacks in third grade. It hurt me so much that my mom watched me get hurt and insulted by her husband and never once defended me. He always called me irresponsible and bossy. After I finally convinced her to break up with him and found us an apartment to live in, I thought everything would be good. Not even one month later my mom had a new boyfriend living with us, this one the worst. He was violent, mean, and mentally ill. I can’t even describe to you how much this man terrifies me, and if I see someone who even a little bit resembles him in public I get really scared. He was addicted to a lot of hard drugs and he was also a severe alcoholic. He called me hardheaded and made fun of my body. He made everything miserable. He gave my little brothers and myself so much trauma he is the one person in this world I can regretlessly say that i hate. i hate him so much. Fuck you for ruining my life. Fuck you for hitting my brother. Fuck you for threatening to “smash his skull in” when he was FOUR YEARS OLD. I fucking hate you. You’re a pathetic excuse of a human being and i will never feel sorry for you. You’re the one person in this world that doesn’t deserve a second shot at life. You deserve to struggle with your addictions and receive no sympathy from anybody. You brought me shame. My friends laughed at me because of you. I had no friends because of you. You robbed me of my most essential teenage years. You brought disgusting fleas lice and bedbugs into my previously pristine house. Another thing my best friend and her family fucking shamed me for, which was so humiliating as a 14 year old. You destroyed every single piece of my life and I still havent healed even though I haven’t seen you since the June before freshman year. He stole all my art supplies from my room as punishment for telling my dad what was happening, then stole my moms car after he already totaled her last one, so yeah fuck you. And fuck you for eating up all of my moms money on coke heroin and vodka. I never ate breakfast lunch or hardly even dinner. imagine starving children and laying on your ass without getting a job. When i told my dad my mom got pissedand didn’t care how hungry i was. That day when you hit my brother you were blocking the door and wouldnt let me leave the house because i called my dad to pick us up. I pushed past you while my mom cried and cursed me out for ruining everything. Fuck you for that mom. Nothing was my fault. You are the one to blame for making me the way i am today. It’s all your fault. This is why i don’t even care that you dont give me affection because why would i want affection from someone like you. The entire way you didnt care AT ALL about your three children’s childhood fucking disgusts me and determines me to treat my future children with the utmost care. They will get all their emotional needs met. They will live in a clean home with quality clothes to wear, food to eat, and enrichment. They will know I care about their experience in life. they will know i love them. All of this is not thanks to you, its thanks to myself for making an effort to do better than you. Actually, thank you mom for inspiring me to live a much more fulfilling and beautiful life than you. Do better in ur next life.

Well now that that emotional rant is done, I just want to share that I’m reading a really enriching book right now called “Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents.” So much of it is reflected in my mother as well as her boyfriends. It’s helping me to clear my mind and draw conclusions and feel not so alone and not feel the need to seek attention from others for what im going through. Id highly recommend it to anyone who is the child of an emotionally immature parent.

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