#the rescued 90 minutes

[onceuponapuffin]

Because it was RESCUED from Oblivion!!

THANK YOU FOREVER TO ROB AND RHIANNA

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By Bernie Sanders | July 13, 2024

I will do all that I can to see that President Biden is re-elected. Why? Despite my disagreements with him on particular issues, he has been the most effective president in the modern history of our country and is the strongest candidate to defeat Donald Trump — a demagogue and pathological liar. It’s time to learn a lesson from the progressive and centrist forces in France who, despite profound political differences, came together this week to soundly defeat right-wing extremism.

I strongly disagree with Mr. Biden on the question of U.S. support for Israel’s horrific war against the Palestinian people. The United States should not provide Benjamin Netanyahu’s right-wing extremist government with another nickel as it continues to create one of the worst humanitarian disasters in modern history.

I strongly disagree with the president’s belief that the Affordable Care Act, as useful as it has been, will ever address America’s health care crisis. Our health care system is broken, dysfunctional and wildly expensive and needs to be replaced with a “Medicare for all” single-payer system. Health care is a human right.

And those are not my only disagreements with Mr. Biden.

But for over two weeks now, the corporate media has obsessively focused on the June presidential debate and the cognitive capabilities of a man who has, perhaps, the most difficult and stressful job in the world. The media has frantically searched for every living human being who no longer supports the president or any neurologist who wants to appear on TV. Unfortunately, too many Democrats have joined that circular firing squad.

Yes. I know: Mr. Biden is old, is prone to gaffes, walks stiffly and had a disastrous debate with Mr. Trump. But this I also know: A presidential election is not an entertainment contest. It does not begin or end with a 90-minute debate.

Enough! Mr. Biden may not be the ideal candidate, but he will be the candidate and should be the candidate. And with an effective campaign taht speaks to the needs of working families, he will not only defeat Mr. Trump but beat him badly. It’s time for Democrats to stop the bickering and nit-picking.

I understand that some Democrats get nervous about having to explain the president’s gaffes and misspeaking names. But unlike the Republicans, they do not have to explain away a candidate who now has 34 felony convictions and faces charges that could lead to dozens of additional convictions, who has been hit with a $5 million judgment after he was found liable in a sexual abuse case, who has been involved in more than 4,000 lawsuits, who has repeatedly gone bankrupt and who has told thousands of documented lies and falsehoods.

Supporters of Mr. Biden can speak proudly about a good and decent Democratic president with a record of real accomplishment. The Biden administration, as a result of the American Rescue Plan, helped rebuild the economy during the pandemic far faster than economists thought possible. At a time when people were terrified about the future, the president and those of us who supported him in Congress put Americans back to work, provided cash benefits to desperate parents and protected small businesses, hospitals, schools and child care centers.

After decades of talk about our crumbling roads, bridges and water systems, we put more money into rebuilding America’s infrastructure than ever before — which is projected to create millions of well-paying jobs. And we did not stop there. We made the largest-ever investment in climate action to save the planet. We canceled student debt for nearly five million financially strapped Americans. We cut prices for insulin and asthma inhalers, capped out-of-pocket costs for prescription drugs and got free vaccines to the American people. We battled to defend women’s rights in the face of moves by Trump-appointed jurists to roll back reproductive freedom and deny women the right to control their own bodies.

So, yes, Mr. Biden has a record to run on. A strong record. But he and his supporters should never suggest that what’s been accomplished is sufficient. To win the election, the president must do more than just defend his excellent record. He needs to propose and fight for a bold agenda that speaks to the needs of the vast majority of our people — the working families of this country, the people who have been left behind for far too long.

At a time when the billionaires have never had it so good and when the United States is experiencing virtually unprecedented income and wealth inequality, over 60 percent of Americans live paycheck to paycheck, real weekly wages for the average worker have not risen in over 50 years, 25 percent of seniors live each year on $15,000 or less, we have a higher rate of childhood poverty than almost any other major country, and housing is becoming more and more unaffordable — among other crises.

This is the wealthiest country in the history of the world. We can do better. We must do better. Joe Biden knows that. Donald Trump does not. Joe Biden wants to tax the rich so that we can fund the needs of working families, the elderly, the children, the sick and the poor. Donald Trump wants to cut taxes for the billionaire class. Joe Biden wants to expand Social Security benefits. Donald Trump and his friends want to weaken Social Security. Joe Biden wants to make it easier for workers to form unions and collectively bargain for better wages and benefits. Donald Trump wants to let multinational corporations get away with exploiting workers and ripping off consumers. Joe Biden respects democracy. Donald Trump attacks it.

This election offers a stark choice on issue after issue. If Mr. Biden and his supporters focus on these issues — and refuse to be divided and distracted — the president will rally working families to his side in the industrial Midwest swing states and elsewhere and win the November election. And let me say this as emphatically as I can: For the sake of our kids and future generations, he must win.

Bernie Sanders is the senior senator from Vermont.

[trans-axolotl]

what do you mean reverse an overdose? How is that possible?

Hi anon.

So, in my most recent post where I was talking about reversing overdoses, I was talking about Narcan (naloxone).

Narcan is a medicine that can reverse opioid overdoses. It works on any opioids, including fentanyl, heroin, oxy, vicodin, etc. It isn't effective in reversing other kinds of drug overdoses, but would still work to reduce an overdose if your coke has fent in it, for example. It functions by blocking the opioid receptors in your brain and helps restore breathing. Narcan is not a dangerous medication, and it is not harmful to your brain, which means you can be dosed multiple times without increasing harm to your body. The experience of being Narcaned can be pretty fucking shitty, because it basically puts your body in withdrawal super super fast, and you might experience some of the effects of withdrawal like vomiting, body aches and chills, fatigue, etc. But there are not other harmful side effects outside of that. Narcan is safe to give to people of all ages, including children.

Narcan comes in both an nasal spray and intramuscular injections, but it's usually easier to get access to nasal spray. This is what Narcan looks like:

[ID: Someone holding a narcan nasal spray, which has a nozzle that can be placed into someone's nose, and a plunger underneath the nozzle that can be pushed up to administer a dose. Text on the image says: Do not test nasal spray device before use. Each device contains 1 dose of medicine. Each device sprays one time only.]

How to Use Narcan

Identify signs of Overdose

Check for Responsiveness

Administer Narcan

Support (other friends/911/medics)

To administer Narcan, you first need to identify if someone is overdosing. Signs of an opioid overdose can be when someone is unconscious, unresponsive, not breathing or slowly breathing, no pulse or erratic pulse, has pinpoint pupils, and/or has blue lips.

If you see some of these things and think that someone is overdosing, the next step is to check for responsiveness. You can do this by loudly calling the person's name, saying that you are going to Narcan them, gently shaking them, and by performing a sternum rub, which is where you rub your knuckles into the place in someone's chest where their ribs meet. If they're breathing and they respond, even if it's just making noises in response to you or physically pushing your hands away, that can be a sign that you don't need to administer Narcan right away. Still, in that case, it's a really good idea to stay with that person in case that changes. If, and only if, the person is completely unresponsive, you should administer Narcan.

Once you've determined that someone is unresponsive and overdosing, the next step is actually administering Narcan. Narcan comes in packs of two nasal sprays. Take the first nasal spray out of the box, put the nozzle in the person's nose, and press the plunger. If the person is still not responsive after 2-3 minutes, take the other nasal spray out of the box and give them another dose. I try to use the lowest number of doses possible to try to reduce the withdrawal experience, and I stop giving Narcan once someone is breathing and responsive. If they still are not responsive or breathing, and you know how to give rescue breaths, you can start administering rescue breaths. If you have to step away for any reason, turn the person on their side in the recovery position first.

After someone's overdose is reversed, it's really important that whenever possible, someone stays with them for at least an hour afterwards. Narcan is active in the body for about 30-90 minutes, so depending on what someone's original amount of opioids was, they might start overdosing again and need you to give them Narcan again. This is also why it can be important to try not to use again right away, which is really fucking shitty when you're trying to use cause you don't want to be sick, but unfortunately using right away can also put you at risk of overdosing again. When people come back after getting Narcaned, it can be a pretty disorienting and uncomfortable experience. You might not know who Narcaned you or why they're in your space, might be feeling really fucking shitty because of withdrawal, and might want to be left alone. If you've just Narcaned someone, introduce yourself and explain that you just gave them Narcan, listen to what they tell you, empathize with their feelings, respect people's boundaries, and give them space if they ask for it. Understand that they're probably feeling pretty fucking shitty in their body, that it fucking sucks when your high gets ruined, and they (justifiably) might not feel happy about the fact that you Narcaned them.

Pretty much all Narcan trainings will tell you that it's "recommended" to always call 911, but we all know that this is not always actually possible in a lot of situations and that cops always fucking make the situation worse. My policy is that I always, always ask for consent before calling 911 and if someone says no, then we brainstorm other ways of keeping safe and we don't fucking call the cops. If there's a situation where I do need to call 911, I never tell the operator that someone overdosed, because that usually gets them to send out the cops alongside ambulance, which can cause delays to care, put a lot of people at risk, and also put people, including bystanders, in legal danger. If I have to call 911, I say that my friend has collapsed/fainted/isn't breathing and keep it more vague, and when paramedics actually arrive on the scene, that's when I tell them more information about the overdose, what drugs someone took, and how many times I've administered Narcan.

You can get free Narcan a lot of places. Next Distro has resources for getting free Narcan by mail for almost every state. If there's harm reduction orgs in your area, they will have free Narcan. There's also a lot of Department of Health programs for free Narcan. Most pharmacies now also have Narcan available over the counter, but that's usually really fucking expensive and often pretty hard to shoplift cause they keep locking it up.

Even if you don't use drugs and you think that your loved ones don't use drugs, it's super important to have Narcan as a part of your first aid kit and learn how to use it. You never know when you're going to need to use it, and it's super good to be prepared ahead of time, in case your friend/family/neighbor/classmate/coworker ends up overdosing while you're there. Or in case you end up overdosing and having Narcan on you means that bystanders can help support you through it.

Here's a guide that goes a little more in depth into how to use Narcan.

Please feel free to ask if you have any other questions about Narcan or other harm reduction topics!

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DONATE TO RESCUE FALASTIN'S FAMILY FROM GAZA

Current goal: 13,122/2,000,000 SEK

Our olive tree is growing thanks to your donations and our hope is unbend. However, every passing minute could bring the worst news to Falastin. Getting food in Gaza is getting harder, and IOF forcing World Food Programme (run by UN) out of Gaza with their attack will not help the situation.

I cannot stress how important and urgent the situation is, every time the campaign stagnates is another time the family will be forced to use the evacuation funds to buy food or water or treat wounds.

Please help Falastin's family see another day.

Please, even 1$ (10 SEK) will help a lot.

Please, share this with other people, and outside of Tumblr too. Share it with your friends, post it on other socials, in discord servers, wherever you can.

LINK TO THE CAMPAIGN AGAIN

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Vetted by @90-ghost and shared HERE

Right now this campaign is number 282 in The Vetted Gaza Evacuation List

Shared with the permission of Falastin herself.

LAST POST with base information about the campaign.

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@dragonfire42, I am in awe of your skills in pumpkin carving and animation. This is absolutely beautiful. You've really done Crowley and Aziraphale so well; they look like they come straight from one of the title sequences.

I also am hoping for the same kind of flashback you are, particularly 1941, part 3.

Thank you for making my day just a bit brighter!

I made a pumpkin with my feelings

(lighthearted GO S3 speculation)

[1999308mh]

Please donate to Yamen's family. Yamen needs your help to raise funds for treatment. The situation is getting worse.🙏🚑

please stop for a minute🚨

I hope everyone will look with mercy and love at the innocent child Yamen, who has not been able to live comfortably since his birth due to poverty and the lack of the necessary medicine in Gaza to perform the operation for him.

Yamen spent the worst stages of his childhood, suffering from suffering, pain, lack of food and medical supplies needed to perform his surgeries.

I hope everyone will urgently participate in publishing and promoting the campaign for Yamen and his family. Thank you to everyone who will help rescue Yamen from the nightmare of his painful childhood.

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Writing Notes: Drowning

Drowning - death due to submersion in liquid (usually water) long enough to prevent oxygenation of the blood.

Near-drowning - the term for survival after suffocation caused by submersion in water or another fluid.

Some experts classify as drowning those cases of temporary survival that end in death within 24 hours.

A reduced concentration of oxygen in the blood (hypoxemia) is common to all near-drownings. Human life depends on a constant supply of oxygen-laden air reaching the blood by way of the lungs.

When drowning begins, the larynx (the air passage in the throat) closes involuntarily, preventing both air and water from entering the lungs.

In 10–15% of cases, hypoxemia results because the larynx stays closed. This is called ‘‘dry drowning.’’

Hypoxemia also occurs in ‘‘wet drowning,’’ the 85–90% of cases where the larynx relaxes and water enters the lungs.

The physiological mechanisms that produce hypoxemia in wet drowning are different for freshwater and saltwater, but only a small amount of either kind of water is needed to damage the lungs and interfere with the body’s oxygen intake.

All of this happens very quickly:

Within 3 minutes of submersion, most people are unconscious.

Within 5 minutes the brain begins to suffer from lack of oxygen.

Abnormal heart rhythms (cardiac dysrhythmias) often occur in near-drowning cases.

The heart may stop pumping (cardiac arrest).

An increase in blood acidity (acidosis) is another consequence of near-drowning.

Under some circumstances, near drowning can cause a substantial increase or decrease in the volume of circulating blood.

Many victims experience a severe drop in body temperature (hypothermia). Hypothermia sometimes can have a protective effect on the brain, so survival after prolonged cold immersion is occasionally possible.

Some Symptoms

The signs & symptoms of near-drowning can differ widely from person to person.

Some victims are alert but agitated, while others are comatose.

Breathing may have stopped, or the victim may be gasping for breath.

Bluish skin (cyanosis),

coughing,

and frothy pink sputum (material expelled from the respiratory tract by coughing) are often observed.

Rapid breathing (tachypnea),

a rapid heart rate (tachycardia), and

a low-grade fever are common during the first few hours after rescue.

Conscious victims may appear confused, lethargic, or irritable.

Treatment

Treatment begins with removing the victim from the water and performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) if there is no breathing or pulse.

One purpose of CPR is to bring oxygen to the lungs, heart, brain, and other organs by breathing into the victim’s mouth.

When the victim’s heart has stopped, CPR also attempts to get the heart pumping again by pressing down on the victim’s chest.

Oxygen is administered to the victim as soon as possible.

If the victim’s breathing has stopped or is otherwise impaired, emergency personnel insert a tube into the windpipe (trachea) to maintain the airway (this is called endotracheal intubation).

The victim is also checked for head, neck, and other injuries, and fluids are given intravenously.

Hypothermia victims require careful handling to protect the heart from developing abnormal rhythms.

In the emergency department, victims continue receiving oxygen until blood tests show a return to normal.

About one-third are intubated and initially need mechanical support to breathe.

Rewarming is undertaken when hypothermia is present.

Victims may arrive needing treatment for cardiac arrest or cardiac dysrhythmias.

Comatose patients present a special problem: although various treatment approaches have been tried, none have proved beneficial.

In the mildest cases, patients can be discharged from the emergency department after 4-6 hours if their blood oxygen level is normal and no signs or symptoms of near-drowning are present.

But because lung problems can arise 12 or more hours after submersion, the medical staff must first be satisfied that the patients are willing and able to seek further medical help if necessary.

Admission to a hospital for at least 24 hours for further observation and treatment is a must for patients who do not appear to recover fully in the emergency department.

Prevention

Prevention depends on educating parents, other adults, and teenagers about water safety.

Parents must realize that young children who are left in or near water without adult supervision even for a short time can easily get into trouble, not just at the beach or next to a swimming pool, but in bathtubs and around toilets, buckets, washing machines, and other household articles where water can collect.

Research on swimming pool drownings involving young children shows that the victims have usually been left unattended less than 5 minutes before the accident.

Experts consider putting up a fence around a home swimming pool an essential precaution, and estimate that 50–90% of child drownings and near-drownings could be prevented if fences were widely adopted.

The fence should be at least 5 ft (1.5 m) high and unclimbable, have a self-closing and self-locking gate, and completely surround the pool.

Pool owners—and, indeed, all other adults— should learn CPR.

Everyone should follow the rules for safe swimming and boating.

Those who have a medical condition that can cause a seizure or otherwise threaten safety in the water are advised always to swim with a partner.

People also need to be aware that alcohol and drug use substantially increase the chances of an accident.

The danger of alcohol and drug use around water requires special emphasis where teenagers are concerned. Teenagers can also benefit from CPR training and safe swimming and boating classes.

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

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Push

Yes, I got inspired by that damn gym video of that fine ass Aaron😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 CAN YOU REALLY BLAME A MF?!?!??! Y’all enjoy though…

Terry

“Push harder. Harder! Yeaaaa, just like that, baby. More effort like that gets you the results you want. C’mon, Mama, I know you got it in you.” “Terry, stopppp.” Anaya whimpered sinking to the turf as I sighed at her exasperated expression. “Come on, Ny, you had a couple more left.” “No, I need a break.” As if on cue, Maya’s cries could be heard from the baby monitor in the corner. “Great. I’ll go get her.” “Nah, baby, just relax. I got it.” I persisted pecking her sweaty forehead before jogging into the house. Hearing her cries get more and more fussy, I quickly made it to her nursery to come to her rescue. “Heyyyyy hey hey! Who did it, fat?” I cooed walking in to see a couple drops of tears and a permanent frown as she reached up for me. “Come here, fat mama. Daddy’s here, I know. What’s wong, pwetty baby.” I simpered kissing her chubby cheeks as she wiped her tired eyes and messy hair. Inspecting her diaper and making sure she was ok, I fed and rocked her back to sleep before coming back to the gym in our garage. “Is she ok?” “Yea, she just got hungry and wanted to be held a little.” Nodding in understanding, she stared at her flaws in the mirror as I frowned in disapproval.

“Anaya, you only gone make yourself unhappy picking yourself apart like that.” “Terry, I can’t help it ok? I just don’t feel beautiful anymore.” “Hey, quit that shit man.” I spat pulling her into me as she sighed into my chest. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met in my life, Ny. Quit fucking downing yourself. You know that shit be pissing me off.” I gritted as she stared at me on the brink of tears. I hate postpartum depression, with everything in my fucking soul. Anaya used to be so vibrant and full of life! We actually met in the gym funny enough. Now, she’s a shell of herself. She puts on a brave act but I see right through it.

**SIX YEARS AGO**

Walking into the gym, I smirked dapping up the trainers and workers as I headed into the locker room to drop my bag. Securing my items, I poured my supplements into my bottle and headed back out to the water fountain to fill up. “Ayeee, Terry! Wassup man?” My homie, E, smiled tapping my shoulder. “Nun much, you know I had to come get that workout in.” “I feel you, man, I feel you. Might catch a view or two while you at it.” “Is that so?” I replied taking a glance around at all the beautiful women in the building as I bit my lip. “Hell yea, it’s some bad ones in here today.” “Bet, thank you for looking out.” “Shiiiit, you already know.” He smiled flashing off the numbers he got as I chuckled. “See you around, fool.” “You too, bruh.” He grinned walking out the door.

Shaking up my bottle, I headed over to the machine of choice for my warmup… the treadmill. Sending a few winks and smiles as I made my way, I narrowed in on this fine light skin making her way to the treadmills as well. She got it all, man. Stylish as hell, thick in all the right places, beautiful as a motherfucker. She’s 90’s Nia Long type of fine and my handsome ass had to make a move on that. Coasting over to the treadmills, I picked the machine right beside her and began stretching so she could see all my masculine glory. Finishing the stretch, I cut on my machine and started lightly jogging before matching her pace. Stealing glances at her as she vibed to whatever was playing in her Beats headphones, I turned my machine up a little more in an attempt to show off my skills. After about 20 minutes of silence, she ended her warmup before cutting the machine and heading off to her next set, all without so much as a glance in my direction.

Completing her workout as I watched from an unnoticeable distance, she finished the last of her reps before ridding the sweat from her brows and making sure she had all of her belongings to head out. “Now’s your chance, Tee.” I coached under my breath before traipsing toward her and the exit. “Excuse me, miss?” Looking up in confusion, she motioned for me to hold on before pausing her playlist and removing her buds. “Ummm, yes?” “I know this might seem kinda forward but I was noticing you earlier and I couldn’t let you leave without expressing how beautiful you are. Like you drop dead gorgeous, miss. Mona Lisa is having a hard time competing with you…” I smiled confidently as I stared at her intently biting my lip.

“Was I supposed to swoon or something? Do you say this to every woman you meet?” She remarked shooting me down as my face faltered at the first time rejection. “N-Nahhhh, I was just looking to compliment you.” “You were looking to get some ass.” “Mama, it’s not even like that.” I chuckled nervously as she narrowed her eyes and proceeded to cross her arms. “Oh really? What’s your name?” “Terry, but you can call me Tee.” “Oh really, Tee, is it? How many women could I stop right now that would testify that you’ve hit on them this week, Mr. Tee? Is there a woman in here besides myself that you haven’t talked to?” She questioned reading me like a book. “U-Ummm.” “I figured as much.” “My apologies, Missssss?” “Anaya.” She grumbled as I scrambled to recover from this failed shot. “Let me be more honest…” I said as she motioned for me to proceed. “I noticed you earlier by the machines and I found myself quite attracted to your beauty. Not because I wanna hit or anything like that. I was just hoping I could get your number and get to know you better and vice versa.” I rambled on nervously as she pierced my demeanor. “Much much better.” She smiled lighting my insides as my cheeks flushed with heat. “So, is that a yes?” “No.” She replied flatly before retreating to her car and driving off as I laughed in utter disbelief. Did she really just tell me no?

Anaya

Entering my cozy apartment, I cut on the lights before calling out to my man. “Baeeee! Sebastian, I’m home!” Watching him scurry over to me, I smiled meeting his appreciative kisses at my feet. “Hey, my baby! You missed mama! Good boy! Hi! You so handsome!” I cooed massaging and tickling his luxurious coat. “Let’s go for a walk, baby boy.” I commanded placing his leash on before locking my doors back and letting him out to use the restroom. Finishing his business, I brought him back inside before starting on dinner for the evening.

“Hmmm, what about some steak tonight?” Barking in agreement, I smiled before pulling out all of my necessary items to make pepper steak with plantain, curry sauce, and rice and peas. Looking and realizing I was missing some ingredients for the curry sauce and that I would have to go back out, I groaned before sniffing myself and further frowning at the rancid sweaty smell. “Ok, baby, mama has to run back outside.” I groaned rolling my eyes as I trekked into my bedroom and grabbed my shower essentials. Finishing the quick shower, I dressed in a cute fit before throwing a couple spritz of perfume on and securing my shoes. Snapping a few pictures, I placed my phone in my bag and put some food and water into Bash’s cage before locking him back up and making my way back outside.

Declining on stopping at a regular store, I opted for the Caribbean market for the more traditional and fresher options. Grabbing a cart just in case, I started the journey through the aisles of the store. Realizing I was out of fruit for my smoothies, I perused the mangos and other tropical fruits before picking up some choices. “I should have made a list.” I mumbled to myself as I got preoccupied with the different delicacies in the store. Turning the corner to the spices, I spotted the guy from the gym earlier and cursed silently to myself. Terry or something like that. He looked as breathtaking as he did in the gym, it was his arrogance that made my damn skin crawl and he oozed with it. Ignoring his presence so he wouldn’t notice me, I browsed the dry spices before getting stuck on which level of jerk spice I would prefer to use for the night.

Feeling his electric gaze on me, I continued ignoring him and settled for the mild flavor before placing it into my cart. “Anaya, right?” He asked stopping me in my tracks as I looked up to meet his beautiful smile. “It must be fate, mama.” “You’re stalking me now?” “Hey hey hey, you in my neck of the woods.” “How so?” “C’mon, when have I ever seen you in here?” “I’m in here very frequently, you’re the new face.” I quipped as he smirked. “So jos chuu mi lait skin, mi kyaahn bi Jumiekan?” He asked making me giggle uncontrollably. “Ok, that impersonation was horrible!” “But you see it made you pretty ass smile.” He countered biting his lip as I flushed red. “Don’t flatter yourself, Ter-“ “Terry?! Mi lef yuh alone fi a few minutes an yuh get distracted tryn’ fi chat to gyal?” A beautiful woman fussed as he straightened up and turned around. “Ma, I wasn’t chatting. I was getting ready to head back with the spices.” He sighed apologetically. “Mmmhm, nice to meet you sweetheart. You have eyes for my son? He was a Marine, y’know.” “Maaa.” He complained as I giggled at he and his mother’s banter. Watching him gently walk her away, he mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ as I shook my head.

Finishing up my food, I fed Bash a couple strips of steak before making a glass of wine to go with my food and sitting on the couch to pick a movie. Snuggling up under a blanket, I took a quick selfie before posting it to Snapchat and relaxing. Diving deep into the movie, I felt my phone vibrate before looking down to see it was a Snap notification. Clicking on it, I saw I had a new added friend from a TR_thaGod. Adding the person, a quick message popped up causing me to roll my eyes and smile.

From TR_thaGod: I found you, Mama. I’d say that’s some crazy ass fate or sum, right?

**PRESENT DAY**

Thinking back on how Terry and I’s relationship started to where we are now, I smiled admiring him as he demonstrated the next exercise he wanted me to try. Biting my lip as I smiled at how blessed I was to have someone like him, I walked over as he collected himself with some water. Stopping in front of him, he eyed me warily as I met his stare. “You ok, Mama?” Nodding, I leaned in and hugged his waist close as he chuckled. “I’m not opposed to the loving, but what’s going on?” “I’m just really lucky to have you in my corner, baby.” I simpered nuzzling my face into his chest. “Nahhhh, I’d say I’m the lucky one, Mrs. Richmond. Shit, who knows who you would have ended up with had I not ran into you at the gym.” He cringed jokingly as I giggled at his teases. Hearing baby girl’s cries again, we both went into the nursery before she whined and babbled reaching for Terry. “Nnnnnnn, Dada.” She murmured squeezing her little fists open and closed as we stared in shock. “Did she just?” “Baby, she said Dada!” I squealed in delight as Maya looked at us both crazy still crying to be held. “You said your first words, fat mama? Say it again. Say Dada.” “Da! Dadadada. Da…” She babbled as he cuddled her with joy and teared up. Wiping his silent tears, I kissed her forehead and his as I admired my gorgeous family. I just needed a little push.

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish Headcannons

A/N: I’m very happy y’all are enjoying these!

Warnings NSFW

• Y’all met while you were on a study abroad program

• You had been returning from a night class & decided to go to the local pub for a pint & some food

• It was another soldier that pointed you out initially but he caught your eye

• “Oi, what’s a wee lass like yourself doin’ all alone in the corner?” (It definitely didn’t come out THAT clearly)

• it took you a minute to process what the hell he had said since his Scottish accent is so thick

• You spent hours chatting in that bar, about your home life, studies, etc. Johnny was limited in what he could tell you about his profession

• The two of you exchanged numbers & on your first date he took you to the Scottish countryside

• The view took your breath away, & he explained the history of his homeland to you (he’s very patriotic)

• You’d FaceTime, call, text etc. once you had to return to your home country

• He was so proud to see you graduate (he knew how hard you worked towards obtaining your college degree)

• He told you he couldn’t go to your graduation due to work (it was a lie)

• He planned out a whole secret proposal with your parents over FaceTime

• imagine your surprise when you saw him after the ceremony

• He proposed in private in your childhood house’s backyard

• You initially got married in the states to be able to live with him due to his military service & start receiving housing

• Y’all had a ceremony & reception at a castle in the Scottish countryside complete with a hand tying ceremony

• Yes, you had a bagpiper at the wedding

• He wore a kilt (are we even surprised?)

• Your garter had his last name on it & was in tartan plaid that matched his kilt (yes you had a garter toss & he was in shock when he saw the garter)

• Y’all got a gorgeous little cottage by the sea & ofc a sheep dog to go with it

• He 100% would be hosting for football matches

• And if you’re American y’all would definitely host a Super Bowl watch party

• I feel like he’d love reality tv (especially 90 Day Fiancé & the Kardashians)

• He has commentary too for every scene

• “what a fooking idiot.”

• His favorite Kardashian is Kris Jenner

• Since he can barley keep his hands off of you, he knocks you up only a month after your wedding

• Since he was deployed you mailed him ultrasound photos of the bean

• For a man who is incredibly intelligent it didn’t click that you send multiple photos of the same ultrasound

• He thought he was having quints at first & nearly had a stroke

• “You’re having five of ‘em?!” “No that’s the same fetus just different photos”

• He kept the ultra sound photos in his plate carrier

• Tactical baby gear is a must (also it’s a real company which is awesome)

• Hear me out little baby kilt, Simon gifted it to y’all

• You nearly cried when you opened the gift d

• Simon is 100% the godfather of your baby, if you trust him with Johnny’s life you can ensure if anything happened your baby would be taken care of

• Johnny was lucky that he was able to be there the entire time you were in labor

• He almost fainted when he saw the epidural (I don’t blame him)

• You guys had a little boy

• Unfortunately while you were in recovery he got called back into work for a mission

• Before he left he held your son just incase it was his last time holding him

• You sobbed when he left & one of the nurses had to console you

• Thankfully it was just a hostage rescue so he was back within a few days & ready to help out with the baby

• He carried your son around in one of those baby carriers that your strap to your chest

• Your baby boy is so giggly just like his daddy

• He will constantly be making his son laugh with silly faces, hand motions, anything

• Whenever the boys come over to watch a match your son will be passed around like a hot potato one moment he’ll be sitting with Price then next Simon has him

• As your son gets older he gets interested in what his daddy does, & he’s infatuated with being a soldier

• He’ll play pretend soldier with Soap all the time

• You’re constantly picking up Nerf darts

• When Soap is away on a mission, your son will crawl into bed with you because he misses his daddy

• He draws photos of him & the Task Force to send to overseas

• I also feel like y’all’s son would be incredibly helpful around the home especially when you’re expecting baby No. 2 & after baby No. 2 is born

• Baby No.2 is a little girl

• He’s definitely very protective over his little girl

• “She’s just as beautiful as you, Bonnie”

• Y’all’s son would also enlist or commission to the British Military but I think he’d actually be a King’s Guard for a bit

• And I feel like your daughter would be incredibly creative, she’d use those talents to be an artist

• I do believe Soap is a die hard family man & that’s one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him

✨NSFW✨

• He’s definitely a cheeky bastard & will not hesitate to smack, grab, or make comments in public about you

• He’s 100% dominant in the bedroom & loves to be called “daddy”, or even “Johnny”

• He fucked you right before y’all walked into your wedding reception, perks of wearing a kilt

• This man loves your legs & especially your thighs

• He loves to watch you squirm when his hand trails your legs all the way leading up to your pussy

• He’s not quite during sex whatsoever, he’ll full on groan, moan & tell you good you feel

• He’s a sucker for flexibility

• You take up yoga to improve your flexibility

• I definitely believe y’all wouldn’t even make it through the front door when he comes home

•He’d either fuck you on the hood of the car or the damn back seat in the parking lot

• He loves it when you wear his old PT shorts & no panties easy access

• He definitely loves you & your body & would know how to take care of you

[satoruswifeyyyy]

meeting suguru's family for the first time

masterlist

meeting suguru’s family for the first time was supposed to be intimidating. you had heard so much about them—his mother’s warm but sharp wit, his father’s quiet but intense presence, and his younger twin sisters- nanako and mimiko-who, according to suguru, were “born solely to make his life a living hell.” but nothing could have prepared you for the sheer chaos that unfolded the moment you walked through the door.

“there they are!” his mom greeted enthusiastically, pulling you into a hug before you could even step out of your shoes. “suguru didn’t exaggerate. you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“mom.” suguru groaned behind you, his cheeks already turning red. “don’t scare her.”

“oh, hush,” she said, swatting at him. “she’s part of the family now. isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

you smiled, already feeling at ease. “depends on if you’re ice cream for serving dessert.”

his mom threw her head back laughing. “oh, i like her. suguru, you’re keeping this one.”

“she’s not a stray dog, mom,” suguru muttered, guiding you further into the house. “can we not make this weird within the first five minutes?”

“weird? we still have a long way to go! she still hasn't seen your baby photos."one of his sisters- probably mimiko-chimed in, grinning from ear to ear as she leaned against the wall. identical to her twin, she had the same sharp cheekbones as suguru but a mischievous glint in her eyes that promised trouble.

“oh, so we’re doing this already?” suguru sighed, dragging a hand down his face as the other twin appeared with a photo album. “you could’ve at least waited until after dinner.”

“nope,” she said, flipping open the album and holding it up for you to see. “look at this masterpiece. he looks like a baby coconut.”

you leaned in, trying not to burst into laughter at the sight of a tiny suguru with the most unfortunate bowl cut and an expression of pure betrayal. “i didn’t know i was dating a 90s boyband reject,” you teased, nudging him playfully. “why didn’t you warn me?”

“because i thought we agreed never to speak of this,” suguru grumbled, glaring at his sisters who were now cackling like hyenas. “you’re both evil.”

“evil? us?” one of them said innocently, batting her lashes. “we’re just preserving memories, nii-chan.”

his dad entered the room then, calm and composed, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. “they’ve been planning this since we heard you were coming over,” he said, offering you a handshake. “welcome to the madness. i’m surprised you’ve lasted this long with suguru.”

“hey!” suguru protested, but you squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“oh, i have my ways,” you said with a grin. “besides, he’s not too bad when he’s asleep.”

the whole family burst into laughter, and suguru groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “why are you like this?”

“because you love me,” you said sweetly, patting his cheek.

“tragically,” he mumbled, though you didn’t miss the soft smile tugging at his lips.

dinner was no less eventful. the twins kept swapping stories of suguru’s most embarrassing moments, from the time he got stuck in a tree trying to rescue a stray cat to his middle school crush on his science teacher. his mom kept piling food onto your plate, insisting you try everything, while his dad subtly interrogated you about your future plans in the kindest way possible. suguru, meanwhile, alternated between sulking and glaring at his sisters, though he never let go of your hand under the table.

“so, how did you two meet?” his mom asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“she insulted my taste in beverages,” suguru replied dryly. “to be fair, he was drinking something called ‘zesty platypus fizz,’” you said, grinning. “it tasted like someone carbonated a lemonade stand, added a hint of burnt toast, and then whispered the word "pineapple" over it for flavor.”

“and yet, here we are,” suguru said, squeezing your hand. “clearly, you were impressed by my charm.”

“or maybe i felt bad for you,” you teased, earning a round of laughter from everyone.

after dinner, his mom insisted on showing you more childhood photos, this time with suguru’s reluctant help. “you might as well see the whole album,” he said, flipping through pages of birthdays, vacations, and random candid shots. “just get it over with.”

“oh, look at this one!” his mom exclaimed, pointing at a picture of toddler suguru covered in cake. “he cried because we wouldn’t let him eat the candles.”

“i was two,” suguru said defensively, though his ears turned red.

you leaned into his side, smiling. “you were a cute kid.”

“i’m still cute,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“debatable,” you replied, earning a mock-offended gasp.

as the night wound down, you found yourself sitting on the couch with nanako, a fluffy white cat curled up in her lap. suguru’s mom brought out ice cream for dessert, his dad offered you tea, and the twins were still teasing suguru.

“you’re part of the family now,” his mom said warmly, placing a hand on yours. “and if suguru ever gives you trouble, you let me know. i’ll straighten him out.”

“trust me, she doesn’t need help with that,” suguru said, sitting beside you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “she’s scary enough on her own.”

“scary?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “i’m the one dating you.”

“and you’re doing a fantastic job,” he said, kissing your cheek. “just don’t get too comfortable. they’re only being nice because it’s your first visit.”

“great,” you said, laughing. “can’t wait to see what the second visit’s like.”

as chaotic and overwhelming as it was, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging. suguru’s family was loud, loving, and a little eccentric, but they welcomed you with open arms. and when suguru leaned in to whisper, “thanks for putting up with all this,” you just smiled and kissed his cheek.

“i like them,” you said simply. “they explain a lot about you.”

“oh, shut up,” he muttered, but his smile said he didn’t mind.

A/N: i love writing these cutesy drabbles after writing the depressing pregnancy smaus for sooo long 😭

[sylwritesstuff]

Aziraphale and Crowley don't communicate and it stems from their first meeting.

Let me explain.

Before the Beginning, Crowley is at his most honest and his most vulnerable. He tells Aziraphale so excitedly all about stars and how long it's hoping to take for them to form.

Aziraphale is also bluntly honest (a trait he never really loses but does learn to temper) in telling him about the 6K year timeframe.

Crowley then mentions creating a suggestion box and Aziraphale frets over him, concerned already, and we all know how much trouble Crowley got in for asking a few questions.

This sets the tone for everything after.

Crowley stops being honest - "I'm a demon. I lied." - which also means Crowley has been disparaging his own demonhood at least since Aziraphale looked at him askance on a wall and said, "You're a demon. That's what you do."

Aziraphale stops trusting him, but he never stops being polite. Crowley doesn't attack him, so he doesn't attack either. Not at the Ark, and not with Job's goats. Aziraphale is still vaguely seeing the angel he saw in the stars.

Crowley even gives him the permit so he can doublecheck that everything's above board, so to speak. Then we've got Crowley lying straight to Aziraphale's face about killing Job's children because Crowley still sees the angel in the stars who told him the world and his nebulae were going to prematurely end.

The angel who let kids die in the Flood.

Yes, the angel who shielded him on the wall and gave away a flaming sword, so there's some comfort that he won't instantly get smote - "smitten" 😇 - but still the angel who staunchly toes the party line.

After all's said and done and Aziraphale cries about being fallen - cries over being just what Crowley is, even after seeing Crowley circumvent Hell's rules - Crowley tells him he won't tell anyone.

Crowley is good at not telling anyone things, but so is Aziraphale.

Season 1, we get this. Crowley doesn't tell Aziraphale about the hellhound until the last minute. Aziraphale doesn't tell Crowley about finding Agnes's book. Aziraphale doesn't tell Crowley he's meeting with Nazis, and Crowley certainly never tells Aziraphale how he knows them. 

Season 2, we get more. 

Things Aziraphale doesn't tell Crowley:

• Deringer in a carved out book and gun license

• Drivers license he's had for 90 years - as long as Crowley's had the Bentley

• Why his French is so bad (not until he's asked a direct question)

• He knows Crowley likes to rescue him

Things Crowley doesn't tell Aziraphale:

• Beelzebub dragged him to Hell and made him an offer

• He'd never shot a gun before

I'm sure there are more things I'm forgetting, but those are some of the big ones.

More evidence of their continued lack of communication after the Apocanot is the apology dance. (Although I love it and do need to see Aziraphale do it too.)

Crowley is not wrong, and Aziraphale is not right. They are both both. But that never gets discussed, which is why Crowley never has to talk about being brought to Hell. He never talks about Aziraphale being threatened by Extreme Sanctions.

Aziraphale doesn't know why Crowley comes back, but he very likely assumes it's because Crowley wants to do the right thing after all. Aziraphale is still thinking about the angel Crowley was (season 1, "You were an angel once") and sees every single instance of good as PROOF that Crowley could/should/wants to be an angel again.

Additionally, some of the things they do say don't get heard. Aziraphale likes to tell someone he's doing good now that he's no longer reporting to Heaven. Crowley teases him for it twice, back to back. Tone of voice and "doing good again, angel?" after Maggie says something about the rent.

Aziraphale craves being told he's doing the right thing. Aziraphale has been pushed into a place where he won't get that from the place he always has because Heaven is out of reach. If he'd communicated this to Crowley, who is doing everything he can as always to keep him safe, that Crowley would keep teasing him? That Crowley wouldn't gesture to someone in need and say, "Right. Have fun, angel." Anthony J'acts-of-service Crowley would absolutely let Aziraphale have all the bouncy fun miracles in the world without shame. 

Also, when they discuss how to make Nina and Maggie fall in love. Crowley's idea - canopy, rainstorm, vavoom - is absolutely informed by his own experiences, but he doesn't leave it at that. He says he "saw in a Richard Curtis film." He won't let that uncomfortable truth live in reality, pushing it off to humans and film. The realm of fiction, as Aziraphale immediately latches onto.

They don't talk about themselves. They don't talk about being an US. They said their side without getting into the nitty gritty of what that means to the point where neither knows where the line is.

Aziraphale says our car and when Crowley refuses because my car, Aziraphale also says they both get use out of the bookshop. Our car, our bookshop. It's a melding that Aziraphale assumes is perfectly natural, but Crowley hasn't seen it that way. They haven't talked about it.

And when they finally do, Aziraphale is running on the assumption that because Crowley does good and was happiest as an angel, looking over a colourful nebulae - so happy with it, he didn't want to lose it and ended up Falling for it - of course Crowley would want to go back. Of course Crowley would want to be in charge (second in command) since it means doing what they do on a larger scale.

Crowley, however, is still keen to keep going as they have been. Alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz, fixing up the bookshop like nothing happened, getting Muriel away so it can just be the two of them. Crowley is ready for the status quo. Although he does have new knowledge that the car and the bookshop are theirs, he and Aziraphale still carried the plants back to the Bentley.

They are still not talking.

And when they do, it's too little and it's too late. And they never ask each other why.

Next season, they need to learn how to ask why. And I have faith they will.

[kipsbat]

Facts about Kipland Kinkel

"Detective Pam McComas was one of the first to arrive at the Kinkel home on May 21. She testified about what she saw there. The bodies of both Faith and Bill Kinkel were covered in sheets, Bill locked in the bathroom, Faith in the garage. Bill had a single bullet wound behind his right ear, and Faith had five separate bullet wounds to the head, and one in her chest. Five bullets were lodged in her brain, and one in her heart. The soundtrack to the movie "Romeo and Juliet" was in the CD player, set to continuous play. " Kipland kinkel was born at PeaceHealth Sacred Heart Medical Center University District in Eugene Oregon on August 30th 1982. His older sister, Kristin, was born on December 22nd 1976, making her 6 years older than Kip. "In addition to the newspaper, which looked as though Kip had read it after killing his parents, McComas presented other evidence suggesting that Kip had been lucid and rational after he killed Bill and Faith: a recently used cereal bowl and forensic evidence showing that Kip had cleaned up blood from the murder scene."

In early Elementary school, 2nd-4th grade, Kip was being screened for a learning disability. His 2nd grade teacher reported that "Kip was an average student with no disciplinary problems, though written language caused him great fustration." He scored low on the motor/hand skill test when being screened, and had problems with spelling even his own name. "She observed him during the 25 minute spelling test, and saw that although he worked unusually diligently for his age, he had difficulty spelling even his own last name, and his level of frustration and anxiety was abnormally high." The boy qualified for special education in the 3rd grade, but he exceled math. Kipland was eventually diagnosed with Dyslexia & ADHD in the 4th grade but was in the Talented and Gifted program because of his above-average performance in science and math.

"86-87 The Kinkels went to Spain for the school year. Kristin, although in 5th grade, was placed into a 3rd grade class as it was the only class where the teacher spoke English. Kip went into his first year of school with a teacher who only spoke Spanish. Kristin remembered this as a difficult time for Kip. 89-90 After discussions with teachers, the Kinkels decided to hold Kip back in school for a year. According to court testimony, Kip's parents and teachers felt that Kip lacked maturity and had slow emotional and physical development." He had auburn (Dark ginger) hair, blue eyes, and freckles. Kip was commonly known as a "Shy & quiet kid" but also quite hyperactive in his early years. "But the child nicknamed "Kipper" was a handful. From the start, he was difficult — insecure, extremely sensitive and hyper. His early years were rife with temper tantrums and fits for attention." "found in Kip's room were an extensive collection of knives, several books containing instructions on making explosives, some chemicals, a sawed off shotgun and a handgun. Among his things there was a picture of the Thurston High football team with one member's face circled in black electrical tape, and the word "kill" written beside it. Bomb squad members found explosive materials and partially assembled bombs in the crawl space under the Kinkel house."

Kip was bullied for being smaller than other kids, giving him an insecurity of it. It didnt help that he was already sensitive and emotional, so his parents put him in karate classes to make him feel better at 6-7 years old. "He did this weird thing when he watched TV," said Kasey, who often watched cartoons such as "Tailspin" and "Rescue Rangers" with Kip. "He'd turn his head to the side and roll his eyes back at the TV. I'd ask him, 'Doesn't it hurt your eyes?' I don't know why he did it."

By the time Kipland entered middle school, his behavioral issues would be clearer. He'd boast about hurting animals- shooting birds, squirrels, and cats.

?Playful and inquisitive, Kip could not sit still. He'd spend hours outside in the woods behind his home — scrounging around in the dirt, catching frogs, putting salt on slugs to watch them squirm. Often, he pretended he was a popular action figure, such as Spiderman or a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Once, he thrust a stick into a wasps' nest; the wasps swarmed him, leaving nasty welts on his back." The people around Kip began to notice he had anger issues around the age of 12. He'd freak out in class, storming off very frequently. One day he kicked a student in the head, getting tired of being called names, teased endlessly. He was suspended for few days. The anger issues didnt end at just students, he'd torture his teachers too. "Kip was abusive to his teacher. Bill told me just what he said — he told the teacher to go fuck herself," family friend Jacobson said. "He liked to do things he wasn't supposed to do," said Steve King, a classmate. "He'd bring firecrackers, stink bombs to class. He and his friends were always talking about going out and shooting squirrels." Though Kip wasnt religious as a teenager, his parents were. This changed after the arrest, he claims he "Found god" and peace. "Kip was a lot more laid-back — whatever happens, happens," Kasey said. In late middle school he'd show depressive behaviors. His parents became concerned over his melancholy and took him to a therapist. That is where he began taking Prozac for a few months. Though despite these positive changes, Kip was still getting into trouble with the law and appearing depressed. Many family members would consider him a loner. On his 15th birthday he didnt want to do anything, this behavior concerned his mother deeply. He just wanted to be alone all the time.

His parents laid down rigid rules for Kip — limiting television to one hour a night, restricting the type and amount of candy he could eat, making sure he took a bath every night and was in bed at a certain hour."Being that they were a little bit older, and being teachers, they were probably a little more strict with him than a lot of his friends' parents were. They were not as lenient," said Rose Weir, Kasey's mom. "But if something was not permitted, he wanted it even more. So when he came over to our house, he was a TV fiend. If you did let him go, he'd just go overboard with it." Kip has always loved guns, explosives, anything violent. He loved violent movies, video games, and heavy metal bands such as: Marilyn manson (the reflective god was printed on his walls), Nine inch nails (He wore a NIN hat during the shooting), Rage against the machine, Slayer, Nirvana, and TOOL. He also liked south park, specifically Kenny. He had a hyper fixation on guns & explosive, constantly learning about the different models, recipes, and having books about the topics laying around everywhere. "an unprovoked Kip scrawled the word "K-I-L-L" in whipped cream on a friend's driveway. Kip was one of four friends Jeff Anderson invited to his house on his 15th birthday. Jeff's mother banned Kip from returning to their home." In the early 2000s a forum was created by people that showed interest in the Thurston high school shooting, most of them were either fangirls or pen-pals. There they discussed that Kip's favorite colour was black (Although in his words hes not "gothic"), and he was anxious to go to the adult prison.

In different classes, he wrote about killing people, gave a detailed speech on how to make a bomb and learned to type as he listened to one of his favorite heavy metal groups, Slayer, on headsets. In Marian Smith's speech class, Kip gave a detailed talk on "How to Make a Bomb," complete with a color-penciled drawing of an explosive attached to a clock. In his literature class later that day, he chuckled that he had gotten away with it. He had a hard time tying his shoes as a kid.

He'd write, 'If I was the ruler of this country, I'd go and bomb . . .' and sometimes it would get too graphic," classmate Cassidy Rhoden recalled. Or he'd write about "being Godzilla and walking down the street and killing everyone." Once he wrote about hurting a classmate who got on his nerves. Rowan often interrupted him as he read his work aloud. "Mr. Rowan would sometimes cut in, 'That's rude — you don't need to be saying things like that,' " classmate Tesa Manka said. "Mr. Rowan would have him rewrite it more politely." Kip would slam his books down and angrily storm out.

He played RPG and war games !

Kip brought $110 in cash to school — three weeks' worth of savings, partly earned staining his parents' deck at $5 an hour. Ewert handed Kip the gun in a paper sack; Kip placed it in a lower corner of his locker. Aaron's father, Scott Keeney, noticed his pistol missing and called the school early May 20. Kip was pulled out of his second-period study hall. As administrators searched his locker, he waited in the small office of Stone, school disciplinarian and football coach. "Coach, what's going to happen if I have the gun?" Kip asked. Stone told him the school had no tolerance for guns; he would not be able to return to school for a year. Kip dropped his head and mumbled, "Sorry, coach." "He looked up one time like he was ready to cry but sucked it in," Stone said. A police officer took Kip into the hallway, searched him, cuffed him and walked him to a cruiser parked in front of the school. As Kip and Korey were escorted out of school, Kip whispered to Korey, "They'll get theirs."

 "If you don't try, you can't fail. If you don't care, it can't hurt." -Kip kinkel

[gabessquishytum]

Wandering jack of all trades Hob (minstrel, storyteller, bard, handyman) wanders in to a village that makes sacrifices to the Terrible & Great Spirit of the forest. Hob can hear the all caps, even tied up as he is to this altar.

It seems, so the village wouldn't have to sacrifice one of their own this time, they choose (secretly,,, to Hob anyway) to use Hob as this years sacrifice. They might feel sad about it, because Hob seems like a nice guy, but him or them.

Dream (or Great Forest Spirit, "terrible" seems a bit much) has decided to visit the towns that he protects. It been eons seemingly since he walked among humans and his sister poked at him for being so removed -- yes, even Eldritch spirits have family.

Dream has never rightly cared how the villages under his "protection" work to secure that protection -- honestly it's been ages since Dream even cared about such "formalities," but he's on walkabout right now and encountering all the village rituals.

Dream can't say he likes humans any more than he did before, but the mead and dancing rituals in his honor are nice....(he might give those villages a little extra zhuzh.). The villages that choose blood rituals are less fun, but Dream gets it.

💫💫💫💫

When Dream first got to this new village it seemed nice and he met another traveling visitor Hob, please call me Hob, who seemed to make it his mission to make Dream smile (and laugh) with his ludicrous "stories" and silly songs. Dream was not used to a human who wasn't off put by his natural weirdness. More over, Dream didn't sense any bad intentions from Hob, just interest in Dream. Dream was charmed, despite himself.

💫💫💫💫

Dream stepped away for like a minute (it was more like a month or two), and comes back to find Hob naked, tied to an altar, about to be sacrificed to, well, him.

Unacceptable.

Certainly, Hob was Dream's! But not in a stabby way.

Aalsjdjdshahaj I have this mental image of Dream just. Growing. Taller and taller and more eldritch by the second. The villagers are flattening themselves against the ground in fear. Hob is watching and trying not to be horny about it (he's still tied to the altar and he's only 90% sure that Dream isn't going to like. Eat him).

Eventually once he's been rescued, Hob is like "so you're the Great and Terrible Spirit, huh? That's kind of a fancy title. Am I still allowed to call you Dream?"

And Dream (still eldritch as fuck, around 8 feet tall with long claws and huge black eyes and teeth) leans down and regards Hob’s still naked form: "you are mine, and thus may call me whatever name you like."

Hob gives up trying not to be horny. It's not like he can hide anything from this awesome, beautiful creature anyway. God, he can't wait to write a ballad all about Dream.... with a verse specifically dedicated to his massive magical dick.

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to everyone who tagged me for Sunday and Tuesday, I've been really struggling with writing lately and it's been extremely disheartening but this morning I had A Singular Bean for Frostpunk AU and milked it for all it's worth! This snippet comes immediately after the Buck and Eddie POVs of being found in the cold. Please enjoy!

He suddenly feels responsible for their wellbeing, and maybe that’s why he refuses to leave the kid’s – Christopher’s – side until the rest of the team arrives, Eli carrying the heavy med kit on his back. “I’ll get the man, Eli check the kid,” Bobby instructs, sinking to his knees beside Buck. “What’s the story with them, Buck?” “I got here just a couple minutes before the guy passed out. Didn’t say his name but his kid is called Christopher. He looked super weak, a-and they’re both freezing.” Bobby and Eli share a look over Buck’s shoulder and Eli gets to work on Christopher, checking his vital signs and most importantly, his temperature. Bobby repeats the same process on the father, while Tommy and Sal rifle through the backpack on the sled, checking for any useful information on where they’d come from. “Found the guy’s papers, Cap,” says Sal, walking towards Bobby with a flimsy leaflet in his hand. “Say’s the guy’s called Edmundo Diaz, from Sector 126. He’s ex-military but his most recent job was in a sawmill, he might be useful.” “We don’t save people based on use, Sal,” Bobby responds, his eyes not leaving Edmundo as he speaks. “He’s damn cold, temp sitting around 90 and his heart rate and respiratory rate are a little more elevated than I’d like. Eli, how’s the kid?” “Looking fairly rough, Bobby, we’re going to have to hustle to get them back in time. His temp is at 91 so he’ll be looking at pretty severe hypothermia if we don’t warm him up soon.” Bobby sucks air through his teeth, clearly thinking hard. “We’re a good 16 hours out from the city, 17 or 18 with these two and their gear. Think they’ve got it in them to make it that long?” Eli makes a face. “I really don’t know, Cap. The kid, maybe, but the guy’s temp is a little too low for my liking. Maybe if we warmed them up a little, they’d have a better chance. Did Maddie say anything about being able get the snowmobile team out here?” Buck perks up at the mention of the snowmobiles. The team was sent out a day before Buck’s team was, off on a search for supplies a few hundred miles away but were always on call in case a rescue was needed. Getting them to help would cut their travel time almost in half, giving Christopher and Edmundo the precious hours needed to save their lives. “I- I could ride one back with the kid, if they didn’t want to spare a man, Bobby?” he asks hopefully. Sal snorts from his position by the sled. Buck’s love for the snowmobiles is no secret and Bobby’s spent many a mission patiently explaining why it wouldn’t be safe or necessary and otherwise spoiling Buck’s fun. However, this situation calls for haste and Buck is nothing if not an – ah – efficient driver. Bobby looks thoughtful, before standing up and brushing the snow off his pants. “I’ll give dispatch a call and see if she can reroute them to us,” he says, continuing quickly as he watches Buck light up, “but I will be driving. You need to look after the kid, okay?” Buck deflates a little, but something in him stirs as he turns to look at the little figure in the snow next to him. He’s so young, probably no older than 7, and Buck’s heart breaks for him. He’s too young to be experiencing the hardships of the Winter, too innocent to have to watch his father weaken as they journey to a safer home. It’s like a small fire has been kindled in the pit of Buck’s belly as he shuffles closer to the boy and snakes an arm under his neck and the other under his legs, pulling his tiny frame up so he’s in Buck’s lap. Buck is going to protect this boy with his life.

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Badboyhalo QSMP Lore Masterpost

Disclaimer: Heavily used q!Bad’s wikipage to make this, so I recommend reading through it if you're short on time! Not included is his backstory lore which I’ve summed up here. 

Most of Bad's streams are 6-8 hours long, so I've tried my best to include timestamps. Heavy lore usually occurs early in, but Bad is in-character 90% of the time, so many of his character developments happen naturally and slowly. 

He also has these vods archived on Twitch, so just head over to his channel if you prefer to watch there.

☆: Most important vods in my opinion for q!Bad’s lore if you’re really short on time.  

Finding the Ticket

☆ First Day: The first day of the QSMP

☆ ☆ Adoption Day: The first day of the egg event, in which Bad adopts Dapper. This also is the start to his daily QSMP streams.

Save the Baby Quest // JuanaFlippa Trial: 

After JuanaFlippa dies, Slime goes on a rampage and tries to kill Dapper. You can watch the murder attempt on this vod from 3:56:00 and onwards.

The next day, the eggs are kidnapped. Bad tries to rescue Dapper and is unsuccessful because the server is down, so not linking the vod.

Finally on the day of the trial, Bad tries to save Dapper again and is successful. Then, he goes to represent Slime at the trial as one of his many lawyers. 

☆ First Encounter with Code: Around two hours in, Bad and Foolish talk with Luzu and see his supercomputer. He drops lore and the Code attacks Bad for the first time.

Second Encounter with Code: Bad, Foolish, and Maxo go adventuring and are attacked by the Code multiple times. Quackity discusses his nightmare with Bad at 4:30:00. This is also the start of Theory Bros, and Bad and Maxo’s theories. 

☆ ☆ Dapper’s Nightmare: Dungeon raid starts around 7 hours in. Dapper’s first death. 

Brazilians Join // Second Egg Kidnapping: The eggs are kidnapped the day the Brazilians join. Bad goes to save Dapper at 1:55:00. 

☆ Theory Bros First Base: Max shows Bad and Cellbit his investigation room at 1:45:00. Starred because it’s a good section to watch for a quick recap of the current lore. 

☆ Ramon’s Nightmare: After the egg graduation, the Code attacks 4:18:00. I recommend watching the entirety of its attack, until the vod ends. 

☆ Dapper’s First Death: There is a LOT of lore in this vod. The French arrive in a plane crash around 1:25:00. Code attack 3:05:00. Bad learns about Sofia 5:15:00. Dapper dies 6:44:00. Bad goes to destroy the supercomputer 7:00:00 and I would recommend watching until 8:24:00. 

Bobby’s Dungeon Event: The entire server helps Jaiden and Roier see Bobby again. Later, Bad and Cellbit spy on Quackity. Would recommend watching up until 4 hours. 

Cellbit “Traitor” Arc: Cellbit goes missing and returns different. The comment section has timestamps. Cellbit’s wiki should explain the situation fully from his perspective.

Pomme Attack: Occurs 40 minutes in. Pomme is attacked by the code.

Black Box Recovery: Talk with Sofia + the discovery of the plane black box around 2:55:00. 

Cellbit + Felps Rescue: Timestamps in the comment section. Honestly not that important for Bad’s personal lore.

Train Tracks Investigation: Bad, Forever, Baghera, and Cellbit walk to the ends of the train tracks at 2:22:00.

 Grim Reaper Lore: Around 3:15:00 Cellbit wants to resurrect Roier’s grandfather. Bad is uncomfortable with this, and continuously warns against it.

I honestly don’t know how to categorize the election arc because its spans a long chunk of time. But links to Bad’s two debates are here and here. 

Day 101: The Code returns at the beginning of the vod and is acting strange.

The Code Threatens Leo: 4:40:00 for a Bad and Foolish dungeon raid that’s fun to watch. The code appears 1:18:00. 

☆ Blue Bird Mission: Bad, Foolish, and Cellbit assist Jaiden on her mission given by Cucurucho, and Bad is an absolute beast in the dungeon. The mission starts very early into the stream and ends around 3 hours in. 

☆ The Timer Runs Out: The timer discovered in Jaiden’s mission runs out. This occurs around 30 min into the stream. 

The Secret Room:  3:27:00, Bad finds a book that leads to a secret room in the dungeon, and investigates with Cellbit. I didn’t star this yet, but it could become very important information in the future. Edit: Important for Cellbit lore. Read his wikipage or watch his vods for more info. 

☆ ElQuackity Assassination: Movie night (animatics are shown in the theater) and the Theorybros put in motion their plan to assassinate ElQuackity (around 2 hours in).

Mr. Mustard Goes Missing: The start of Foolish’s mission to find Mr. Mustard. Included because it’s a good kickstart to Foolish’s Federation lore, which you can learn more about on his wiki. Also includes Bad and Foolish’s 3 hr contest of wills.

☆ Election Dinner: Pre-election dinner and speech, and more code lore. 

Cucurucho’s Survey: Cucurucho gives Bad a task 30 minutes in, and collects it 4 hours in. The Federation responds on this stream, time stamp in the comments.

☆ ElQuackity Assassination #2: Bad formulates a plan to eliminate ElQuackity from the elections, and then goes to execute it. 

☆ Dapper’s Kidnapping: Quackity’s POV goes more in-depth on Dapper’s end, but Bad has a nice monologue afterwards. 

Elections: Aftermath of the elections, stream of the results is on Quackity’s channel. 

Nether Escape: Forever’s nether escape plan. Also the start of Bad’s “vacation arc” where he tries to “rest” (read: cope with alcohol and Skeppy) after the elections.

Dapper's Death Day: Bad celebrates Pomme and Tallulah's birthdays, but notices Dapper is missing. He finds a message from Dapper an hour in.

Quackity Returns/Skeppy Call: Quackity returns and Bad questions him a little. He also succesfully calls Skeppy and, afterwards, drops lore on his backstory. 

Part 2 can be found here!