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atsadi-shenanigans · 9 months ago

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Feeding Alligators 36 - Glee

On the properties of blood rejuvenation and the history of the world (i guess).

On AO3.

“A devil? Astarion’s voice is sharp and just this side of a whine. “Now we’ve got a devil after us?”

Voices from below. Gale and Shadowheart and Lae’zel. Y’all should probably regroup. You try to focus as you climb back down (easier, as you’re laying on your belly, but also harder, as you’re already shaking and shivering).

The rest of the crew look between worried and grim. Lae’zel has relaxed back into her “breathe on me and die” stance. Only you seem to still be having a physical reaction. Possible because you’re the only one suddenly dumped ass over tea kettle into an unasked for crisis of (un)faith.

The others debate about it. Or discuss it, since nobody seems to be outright in favor. Wyll is dead set against the entire concept. But it’s Astarion that draws your eye. He wants to use the parasites, you’d gathered from snippets over the last day and a half. He’d said so to the others after the whole dream intruder episode. Man seems pretty down for snatching any form of power (or supplies) he can get his hands on.

But when you look at him, he wears a dark look.

“He’s playing with us,” Astarion says when you ask. “He reminds me of…well. Creatures like them don’t play games unless they know they can win.”

That fuckface hunting him.

“I don’t want any kinda deal with a devil,” you say. “We got stories about that where I come from, and they all end bad.”

Which piques Gale’s interest. You really should take an evening and let the man go whole hog on your stories. He’s been so helpful and curious. Might be a good idea to get a wizard on your side anyway. Short of finding some butthole ship flight recorder, he might be your best shot and getting home again.

All your troubles are starting to run together. Problems gained, nothing solved. You’re not even sure you’re remembering everything outside of “Wyll’s demon” and “Halsin with goblins.” Seems like there’s more you should be remembering.

This line of thinking usually means y’all should set up camp. You ain’t gonna get any less crotchety. Maybe if you offer Gale a Q and A session you can get another vote in “we should stop for tonight.”

***

Gale is only too happy to swing the vote. To be fair, Wyll don’t even protest. Whole devil thing really rattled everybody. Y’all find a stream, start setting up tents, and Astarion is the first one to march over with an arm of clothing.

You still ain’t done nothing with that scrap of linen he gave. You don’t know how to sew, and you don’t have the supplies. You been pondering scavenging another belt and just rigging you up a goddamn loincloth. You suspect it’d look weird and bulky underneath your trousers, though. But maybe you should, just to get used to it. You been here a week or so; it’s maybe another week until the cramps kick in and you start bleeding. You read enough history to know a loincloth is your best bet for dealing with that (you’re gonna have to keep an eye out for more rags or shirts that ain’t all mildewy).

Thoughts of drawers aside, Gale is ecstatic to sit you down and pick your brain. He hands you a scroll and a quill and an inkpot (“For your own keeping. One never knows when one might need to take notes”). He talks to you until most of the others have retired for the night. Talks to you as Astarion finishes his first watch (he sends you both a weird look), and only seems to notice when Shadowheart emerges from her tent to take second shift.

“Oh, goodness, I’ve completely lost track of time!” he says, scribbling furiously.

He’d started with what you remember of Mesopotamia—quickly sidetracked into prehistory and the entire theory of evolution, and then veered into parallel world speculations you didn’t quite follow. He taps his lips with the tip of his quill. They’re not, you notice, full feathers like in the movies. He actually cuts them much shorter, leaves only a tuft of feather on the far end. You wonder about that, until you realize the trim brings the thing down to about pen length. Huh.

“But if that theory is correct, your people would have had to be on Ay-arth for a significant amount of time. Far beyond even the creation of Toril.”

“Toril?”

He looks up. Blinks. And that’s how you learn Faerun is the name of the continent. The planet is Toril. Neat.

You leave him still muttering. He kind of waves, murmurs a “Thank you, Eleanor. Rest well.” And then he shuffles towards his tent, still reading his notes, quill still tapping his lips and you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s got ink on his fingers.

Shadowheart nods as you approach. “Late night?”

You groan. “I barely even got started. He wants to know everything I do and I been learning for years.”

She hums. Glances to the wizard settling in at a reading desk he probably pulled out of his magic bag. You don’t think he’s going to sleep at all, tonight.

“So you’re a scholar, then?” she says.

“More of a hobby,” you say. “My people got access to a lot of information real casually. I don’t got the brain juice to explain right now, sorry. Though, could I ask you a question?”

Her face is cool in the orange glow of firelight. “That depends on the question.”

You know very little of her, aside from hating Lae’zel, and she’s got jesus hands. Also that she’s got mean girl tendencies.

“That potion and your magic, the healing? Does it speed up, um, blood production? Not the fluids but, like, the bits it carries?”

She holds up a hand. “I’m aware of how blood works and its components; I’ve seen enough of it. And yes, a healing potion or my spells encourage the body to heal any recent injuries; so more than just replacing the water in the blood. Why?”

There’s…a suspicious fucking edge to the last word, there. Ain’t no time to be subtle.

“Feeding the vampire,” you say and fuck it, being honest with doctors makes their job easier, right?

Her suspicion turns scathing. It takes all you got not to squirm.

“Really?” she says.

“It helps him fight,” you say.

“So would a feather bed, yet we’ve all been managing fine without.”

But she didn’t feel the monstrous hunger ripping through her innards. Not more than the barest flash Astarion had let slip during his impromptu group chat.

You been hungry before. It was one of Mother’s favorite lessons, hungering for the grace of the lord. His salvation made physical through the hands of the shepherd he sent to guide the unworthy. Deliverance could only follow punishment, though. As your unclean thoughts or actions separated you from the light and bounty of the lord, so did your physical body have to experience that loss. Plus it left no marks for any outsiders to see and be concerned over.

(raspberry and artificial lemon and the stink of dirt)

(No, there’s no root cellar here.)

It’s an awful feeling. And if your body is fine (and soul firmly tied down) you don’t want to let that carry on. Not if you can do something.

Nobody came to help you. Not for a long, long time. Not until Sasha.

You can do your best to be a Sasha, too.

“Is it gonna hurt me in the long run?” you say.

Shadowheart’s voice is as flat as her expression. “No more than letting a vampire at your throat usually is. Are you sure he didn’t dominate you?”

That word again. It’s enough to break through the nasty turn your thoughts were taking. You wonder if that’s a sex thing in Faerunese, as well in English.

“I am of sound mind, making choices of my own volition,” you say. “I used to do this back home pretty regular. Not with vampires, though; we don’t got them. Donating blood helps people with medical emergencies. And my dad’s side…helping your people is a cultural thing. You go to any of my relatives and you barely get a ‘hi’ outta you before somebody’s asking if you’re hungry and they got food in the kitchen, help yourself. It’s real…people-oriented. Helping each other. Or it is when people are trying to do right, anyway.”

Gale still mutters over his desk. There’s ink stains in his beard, now. You wince, but you’ve committed, and you ain’t gonna out yourself at this point. Let him think nobody noticed and salvage his pride.

“That sounds like a people that can be taken advantage of,” Shadowheart says.

That hits. It’s a subject you get stuck on, too. Maybe if the first people the Spanish and then the English had found had been less generous and more murder-happy, y’all wouldn’t have been decimated by disease and then force-marched off all y’all’s land.

Or maybe your ancestors still would have lost, eventually, and without that caring, y’all would have torn yourselves apart during the chaos that followed. Maybe y’all wouldn’t still be here.

“I helped you on that ship,” you say.

Her frown is a sharp, vicious thing. A razor embedded in a ball of ice. “I believe I’ve already repaid that debt a few times over.”

You hold up your hands. “More than that. I’m not trying to hold that over your head. You’uns are the only reason I’m still alive, so thank you. I’m just saying, people survive better when they work together. I ain’t gonna ask any of you to let him chomp down, I just wanna know if it’s safe for me to volunteer. If it ain’t, I won’t.”

She stares silently for a long moment. So long, you’re sure she’s gonna walk off without giving you an answer.

Only she sighs. Puts her hands on her hips and glares at Astarion’s red tent. “You should be able to manage every three or four days, given you have a potion or someone to cast a lesser restoration spell.”

You look at her. She looks at you.

She throws her hands up. “Alright, fine. Find me in the morning after I’ve had my breakfast. But if he drains you dry, you’d best let everyone else know not to come to me to revivify you.”

The too-tight muscles at the base of your skull relax a tick. There’s one thing off the problems list. Or, well, piled onto your plate. Still, you’re gonna count that as a win because fuck it.

“Thank you,” you say.

“Don’t thank me for this. Ugh. And keep you…feedings to yourselves. I doubt anyone else in camp wants to see that.”

You give her a two-fingered salute and let her begin her patrol.

Finally, you can sleep. Deal with all this tomorrow (when maybe y’all find a demon woman to kill). You’re trudging by the time you make it to your tent—next to Astarion’s; somehow, that’s become the official set up. You hadn’t really noticed before, but they did it even when you died passed out, didn’t they?

“Well?” His voice is smooth and low in the dark. You valiantly try to catch yourself when the startle tangles your feet and you end up plowing into your own tent. The poles creak as the whole things sags under you.

His laughter is high and light. Exactly what you think some fancy boy at a rich bitch party would sound like if the staff dropped a tray of teeny, tiny little pickled fish eggs or roasted peacock asshole or whatever those dipshits eat.

“Fuck you, too,” you say on instinct.

On bad instinct.

“Feeling rather forward this evening are we, darling?” Astarion says. The dick. He’s not actually inside his tent; has plonked himself down all criss-cross applesauce right outside the flap. He sits completely unmoving, the only giveaway the shift in eerie eyeshine as he tilts his head back to regard you.

“Ain’t you just a creeper,” you say.

“A what?” He sounds more amused than insulted.

“Creeper. Some guy lurking all creepy in the fucking dark.”

He ponders that a moment. Then lets out his high, little “ah-ha!” giggle. The firelight catches that predator’s eyeshine again. “Vampire, darling. It rather comes with the territory.”

“I guess.” He’s got a point, goddamnit. “You eavesdropping again?”

“Of course. Especially once I caught that juicy little conversation with our dear cleric.”

You’re so tired. You sway on your feet. Sitting down sounds great, and it’s the polite thing to do, but you know the second your butt touches the dirt, you ain’t getting back up.

“Tomorrow night,” you say. “I’m way too beat right now. But you can feed tomorrow.”

“Oh ~darling~” the man fucking purrs. “I was so hoping you’d say that. I’ll come to you then, when you’re snugly wrapped in your bedroll, and we can have a little privacy. And this time, I’ll make sure I’m quiet. We don’t want to disturb your rest. Later on, when we are at rest, I will eat you right up. Just enough to give me strength and just enough to leave you wishing for more.”

Um.

“Um,” you say. Scratch the back of your head. “I think I’d prefer you don’t come in while I’m asleep?”

So of course he plays right onto that, because he’s a horrible person. The firelight catches his face as it pulls down into a leer. “Prefer to feel my lips on your skin again?”

He can see in the dark better than you, you gathered. Hopefully not enough to catch the wash of heat over your cheeks.

His tongue on your neck. It’s the most intimate you ever been with somebody.

“A strange man slipping in and biting my while I’m asleep, hmm. You do know that’s exactly what I meant when I called you a creeper, right?”

“We’re hardly strangers at this point.”

“I’ve known you a week.”

He seems on the verge of firing something back. Reconsiders. His smile, when it comes, is a touch too composed. “As you like. You’ll wait for me, then? After the others have gone to rest?”

Making it sound like a damn hookup.

You’re honestly too tired to keep up with this pointy-eared dork. “Sure, sure. I’ll wait up for you. Do me a favor, though, and if I do fall asleep, wake me up?”

The reflected glow of his eyes dips as he places a hand over his chest and gives you a seated bow. Maybe it’s your own tired, or maybe (just a little), the teasing is (kinda) fun. But you dip into a fancy bow back. You been itching to do that.

Which lights up his whole face in delight.

“Night,” you say before he can kick off another round of being weird, and you duck into your still-sagging tent.

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casualevan · 1 year ago

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New To Superman?

*Swivels around in villain chair petting a cat

So, you just caught up with My Adventures with Superman and you want to know what to read or watch while you wait for new episodes? SAY NO MORE! Here’s a list of personal faves of mine! Now some notes, different writers have different takes in different decades and the publishers can play it fast and lose with continuity. So going from one story to another, you might notice some changes. Like weather or not Clark’s parents are alive or if Lois dating Clark etcetera etcetera. Don’t worry about it, just roll with it.

Now lets get started with THE SUPER LIST!

Superman: Birthright

A solid starting point graphic novel. It’s got everything ya need for his origin story and is a fantastic character study of Clark and his arch enemy Lex Luthor. The art is pretty good as well and does a great job of showing both sides of Clark’s character and power. If you love the show and want to see how the books handle the Man of Steel’s first run in Metropolis then you got yourself a fun book.

Next we’ll get into some movies! Now, you can watch most of these on hbomax so let’s all vote with our wallets and support the official release! That way studios don’t make us wait ANOTHER 20 years for a Superman cartoon.

Superman: Unbound

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Superman faces a cosmic alien super computer named Brainiac! Braniac’s deal is he wants to put cities in small bottles and then blow up the rest of the planet he collects them from. It’s a cool conflict cuz it’s a villain Superman can’t just PUNCH into submission. As Braniac can just download into another body if he did. So Superman is gonna have to get super smart to out smart a super computer..... listen the movie’s writing is better than mine, trust me.

Superman Vs The Elite

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Oh, here we GO! Okay so this full movie is based on ONE issues of the comics. ONE. Not a 6 part mini series arc collected into one trade paperback. ONE COMIC! It was THAT GOOD! Superman meets some new heroes on the block, THE ELITE. They’re GRITTY and DARK and SERIOUS ANTI HEROES who aren’t afraid to KILL the bad guys! They’re also here to try and force Superman to retire his wholesome way of saving the day. This movie has amazing action animation and phenomenal writing that shows why the core character of Clark being kind still resonates with audiences when given the chance. (You’ve probably seen the big speech from this movie passed around youtube a lot and rightly so. This is a good one, go watch it!) Now, Superman has one of the all time iconic origin stories, but how does his story end? Well lots of writers have tried their hands at it. A few of them are good but my personal fave is probably ALL STAR SUPERMAN

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Lex Luthor finally finds a way to beat Superman, but Clark isn’t going down without a fight and without saving as many lives as he can. It’s a grand all star parade of all the wild and wacky pulp adventure camp that has built up around the legacy of the Last Son of Krypton. If you want a satisfying conclusion to Superman’s story then it’s hard to top this one. Heck the book is also pretty damn good too!

There is... a LOT of Superman content. 80 years worth to be exact. This list is far from complete and is only meant to serve as a starting point for diving into all this Super Lore. I for one am glad My Adventures With Superman seems to have lit a fire under the fanbase and I’m happy to welcome all you new readers and watchers to one of my all time favorite Superheroes. HONERABLE MENTIONS!

SUPERMAN SMASHES THE KLAN! It’s exactly what the title says. Go read it! It’s inspired by the old school radio show (podcasts for your grandparents) that had REAL WORLD IMPACTS in the USA.

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Finally, the 40′s Cartoons

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These are a BIT dated and light on actual plot and character but there’s a retro charm to some of these. Okay, That’s enough from me. What are YOUR top recommendations for new fans? Let me know in the reblogs!

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1moremilgram-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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Continuing on "Haru's quest to annoy FF about every character in Milgram because they had the bad luck of getting interested in it basically at the same time he did" (/lh) Next on the list of prisoners is Fuuta. I remember you once said that he's one of your favorites along with Amane, Mikoto, and Muu, so I'm interested to hear you cover him !

Ah, so that’s why you’re doing this, your character motivation. The lore thickens. /lh

Yeah, I like Fuuta quite a bit. I’m always a sucker for protag foils, and since we can consider Es and even ourselves as the protag(s), then obviously I was going to love Fuuta. His views on justice are really interesting when considering we kinda do the same thing he ended up in Milgram for, deciding on people’s fates with horribly incomplete information and trying to justify to ourselves why we’re in the right for causing these people psychological pain. Not like it’s gonna stop me from voting people guilty when I think it’s deserved though lol.

CW: Cyberbullying, mention of suicide and murder.

(T2) Q9: How do you feel about the first trials results?

F: You’re the same as me.

Oh yeah that’s the good shit right there.

That is certainly a huge factor, Fuuta is great as a reflection to some of Milgram’s main themes and I love him for that. Even if his personality is maybe reminiscent of some other characters I’ve seen (when did Xander Matthews and Ace Markey have a secret love-child and why does he have a Bakugo complex), he’s still unique enough that I don’t see it as much of a problem.

And let’s not kid ourselves. Part of me enjoying a character sometimes comes from loving their song, and not only is Bring it On a banger like no other, Backdraft is probably my favorite Milgram song.

There’s also just a certain amount of hilarity that comes with the fact that people in Trial 1 managed to inno someone they believed to be a damn organ harvester then turn around and guilty my guy for having a Twitter account. Truly the most unforgivable of crimes.

It’s especially interesting now with Backdraft the theories around his “murder”, because I actually think it may be one of the more unclear ones in terms of what happened. You might have seen there’s a theory he wasn’t the one to start the witch hunt on the girl that ended up dying, which I find is quite believable even if we still have to explain what was going on with that photo he took of someone’s home in his Undercover silhouette thing. But what’s even crazier to me is the goddamn Undercover kill shot where his victim has both shoes on, unlike Mahiru’s and Kazui’s. Does this imply it wasn’t a suicide? Is it because whoever has the orange spray paint that shoots really straight at the one graffiti’s forehead actually murdered the girl themselves? But Fuuta still got blamed for it?

Hey remember when I said the more headache inducing a character the more I’m going to love them?

Anyways, I also think it’s cool how much Backdraft references the events during Milgram themselves. I love Es appearing in a prisoner’s song, too, especially with the whole “the one shadow from Purge March kinda looks like Es thing”-

Oh yeah Amane! I love her dynamic with Fuuta so, so much. They’re so cool and awesome and great and I hope Fuuta doesn’t get too indoctrinated but also I think it’d be kinda funny. I don’t think it would happen though, I trust big bro Fuuta will help Amane reject her cult’s teachings please I need them to have a wholesome ending where they just eat cake and play video games together you know Amane would beat his ass in any game even though she’s probably never touched a videogame in her life-

I am immensely normal about them, as you can clearly tell.

Anyways, some other things which I find really interesting.

(T1) Q1: What is a friend?

F: Folks you can get hyped over the same thing with

(T2) Q16: Do you have a lot of online friends?

F: I don't know if we were friends or not. There were times when we had fun together. But I don't know if I can call it that.

Am I reading this wrong or did my guy change his definition of what a friend is specifically to exclude his old friends? Because that’s some crazy character development right there.

(T1) Q9: Do you have apologetic feelings for who you killed?

F: I never killed anyone. Didn't you hear me? I thought you were a guard!

(T2) Q6: Do you remember the name of the person you killed?

F: I'm pretty sure I do. I saw it often after all.

So he’s admitting he did kill someone in a way. More character development.

(T1) Q10: Which prisoner do you get along with the most?

F: I'm not anyone's happy friend. Well Haruka's younger, so I take care of him.

(T2) Q2: How do you feel about Haruka?

F: This isn't the time to worry about other people. Plus it's not like he's a kid either.

More changes, my guy really is very different from trial 1 himself and I think that makes him extremely compelling.

Okay I need to stop or I’m gonna be here forever, this guy is just all kinds of silly. Anyways, love him. Please don’t get indoctrinated into Amane’s cult.

(T2) Q14: What are you thinking about now?

F: Maybe because I'm anxious, but I want something to rely on.

Please. Fuuta you’re like the only one there who might be able to reach her Fuuta please.

Anyways, I gotta go before those two rot my brain further. Hope you enjoyed! Take care!

#fuuta kajiyama

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eadanga · 10 months ago

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The Press Secretary Part 10

Summary: Chris the mayor of town is married to his wife Becca. When he hires a new press secretary who happens to be his lost love old feelings resurface and Chris finds it hard to resist the desire he once had for her

Parings: ChrisxMC

Hello passengers we are making our descent please buckle your seat belts

Chris buckles his seat belt then nudges a sleeping Emily “Wake up Em”

“Hmmmm?”

“We’re about to land”

Emily’s eyes flutters open then she smiles “Ugh that flight felt so long”

“It was only 2 hours”

“Still long”

Chris chuckles as Emily buckles her seat belt. The plane lands and they get their suitcases. They get to the taxi stand and Emily smiles “Chris I need to head home I’m really tired and I want to sleep”

“Awww I really wanted to take a cab together Em”

“Me too but my bed is calling my name”

Chris smirks “That’s not the only thing that was calling your name”

Emily blushes “Chris!” She smacks him playfully as he laughs “So I’ll see you later” She runs a finger up his chest

“You say your tired yet your teasing”

Emily giggles “I’m allowed to do that”

Chris chuckles “Yeah I’ll see you later can you at least call when you get home?”

“I will” She kisses his cheek “I love you Chris”

“I love you too Em”

She gets into the cab and drives away. Chris gets into the next cab and heads to the house. He thinks of all his friends said If I ask her about it she’ll deny it but none of my friends were at my wedding I need to know what happened The cab pulls up to his house and he gets his suitcase and walks in. He looks around No sign of her maybe she went out He approaches the bedroom and hears voices through the door

“Is Chris still not back yet?”

“No he went to his friend’s wedding he was supposed to come back today”

“Well we can still come up with a good campaign for his reelection you sure he’s gonna do this?”

“I’m sure this will really make the voters vote for him and more elite people will be wanting to talk to him more connections more money will roll in” Chris clenches his jaw and walks into the room Becca looks up “Oh Chris you’re back”

“Get off the phone now Becca”

“Chris hold on this is about your campaign”

“I don’t give a fuck hang it up”

Becca frowns “I’m gonna have to call you back” She hangs up the phone then crosses her arms “Why are you being so rude? I’m trying to help you out”

“Help me? By making me do the things that you know you hate you only want me to talk to all these boring ass people so that you can get that dough anything for a couple of hundreds right?!”

“That’s not true!” Becca jumps off the bed “Chris I’m doing this for you we deserve this! You deserve this! Your family was struggling and now that you’ve got money you’ve helped them out all because of me I got the connections I’ve helped you!”

“You haven’t helped me with nothing Becca I’ve got here thanks to my hard work and your little schemes didn’t help at all!”

“What schemes?”

“Oh cut the crap Becca my friends all told me you didn’t invite any of them to the wedding”

“Well obviously they’re lying you should believe me I’m your wife!”

“Oh really?” Chris pulls out his phone and presses play Sorry you can’t come to the wedding Chris needs to be surrounded by rich sophisticated people and not you “Zach sent me that recording”

Becca’s eyes widen then she steps back “Chris I…”

“Still want to deny it?”

Becca huffs “Well it was true!”

“You called that the truth you know what” Chris starts to gather some things

“Chris what are you doing?”

“I’m staying at a friend’s for the night I can’t even look at you let alone stay in the same room as you”

Tears begin to well up in Becca’s eyes “Chris please don’t go I’m sorry!” Chris ignores her and continues packing “Chris I did it for you please!”

“No you did it for you Becca you only care about your image not mine” Chris gathers his things and heads out the door as Becca drops to her knees and sobs

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Chris sits in his office sighing as Emily pokes her head in “Is this a bad time?”

“No you can come in”

Emily slowly closes the door “I’m guessing you talked to Becca”

“Yeah she lied to me Em I can’t be with her anymore”

Emily places a hand on his shoulders “I’m here if you need me Chris”

Chris takes her hand and squeezes it “Thanks Em you’re amazing” He sighs as he opens a drawer and pulls out a folder “I’ve had these for a while now’s the time to give these to her”

Emily nods “You’re unhappy I get it you can’t stay in a loveless marriage”

“Yeah I can’t take it anymore” He pulls out his phone and shows her the dozens of messages from Becca “I haven’t been responding to her I don’t want to talk to her”

“Is there anything I can do to cheer you up”

Chris smirks as he stands “Actually yes there is something you can do” He wraps his arms around her pulling her closer

Emily blushes “Chris…we shouldn’t here…”

“I don’t care where we are” He kisses her deeply

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Becca approaches the office typing on her phone He’s gotta answer me at some point it doesn’t help that these people are calling and texting me all day we gotta get through this and then we can go back to normal. She takes a deep breath as she blindly reaches his office door and walks in “Chris we need to…” She looks up from her phone and sees Chris and Emily against the wall in each others arms she drops her phone as her mouth drops opens “Chris…Emily…what?”

Chris let’s go of Emily and turns to her “I can explain this”

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female-eren · 2 years ago

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You can be cautious about dating men and eventually find “a good one” but you’ll always have to deal with misogyny in your relationship and not only that I don’t what makes you think that the man you’ll find is truly gonna so special and aware that HE won’t be misogynistic or have sexist beliefs even deep down. I agree that dating men doesn’t necessarily make you “less of a feminist” cause like you pointed out, a het-partnered woman could be giving to more causes to help women than whatever self proclaimed “feminist” on this website but it’s just not smart to be with men at all (and sorry to say this, I find it weird that women on radblr read about feminism and are aware about how awful men truly are but still date around as of most of the men they’re dating are not watching porn regularly)and listen I’m osa too but only a very small handful of us will get “one of the good ones”, it’s sad but it’s true. Most women have to settle down and see what degree of misogyny they’re willing do put up with the rest of their lives.

I mean I don't fully subscribe to all of radical feminism. I just have an interest in these ideas, including separatism, but I'm far from living some sort of radblr ideal. I don't really think I encourage ideas about "one of the good ones", I just don't see it as this sin if women do engage with men. If they do, I want them to have the tools to take care of themselves as well as possible, and if something does happen, I especially want there to exist help/resources for them.

And... I don't believe in ideological purity. Sure, you need to do something feminist to call yourself a feminist, but like. An example. I'm vaguely socialist and kind of anti-capitalist, but I don't do very much concretely- I'm interested in those ideas, I read a few texts, I vote for the candidates I think have the best policies. I don't think that is bad. I don't think the socialist democratic party in my country should kick me out for not being die-hard enough. A lot of people, including women, view capitalism as the primary existential threat, just as radfems view men. I find both ideas interesting, and I also find that there is a lot of merit to them, like you say with men in general being physically dangerous/porn users/holding misogynistic opinions etc. I just don't appreciate the idea that because I or another woman, after learning about pontential danger, necessarily lack critical thinking. One point about this brand of feminism that I've come to appreciate less and less is the complete rejection of agency. I know we criticize choice feminism, that we want to analyze what drives these choices, and I think that's hugely important and a real concern. However. When it comes to human relationships, any ideology needs to leave a sliver of breathing room for personal business. How can it not be critical thinking, especially feminist critical thinking, that drives an OSA woman to have hard boundaries, self respect, caution, independence and support networks when/if she does enter a relationship?

By all means though, keep expressing separatist ideas, women need them. I want those ideas to exist and to be widely spread. I want the SCUM Manifesto, that's why I bought it and read it in one evening. I want feminist jurisprudence so I'm reading MacKinnon's Toward a Feminist Theory of State, and I want to inform myself on critical perspectives on heterosexual sex so I'm reading Andrea Dworkin's Intercourse. I want to both know, spread, and hopefully do something about male violence, so I read the studies and statistics and articles. I'm here because I find those ideas and facts valuable, and so do most serious women here, I really believe that.

To be honest, I think a lot of this discourse is fuelled by the basic reaction of why won't you think and behave like me. When you see the facts that made you develop a certain idea or life practice spelled out clearly for someone else, and she doesn't come to your exact conclusion, that can feel almost like betrayal. "You agree with me on so many things, how could you not do as I do here?" I have understanding for that. But if you believe women are capable of critical thinking and agency, you need to afford them a bit of grace. Challenge them (respectfully), sure, but ultimately focus more on the ways they are similar and do contribute than in the ways they differ.

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total-drama-takes-takes-2 · 1 year ago

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tti episode 16

“Last time, on Total Takes Island: The contestants competed in a treasure-themed scavenger hunt- in the middle of a blizzard! Ass kept up their winning streak by accidentally tricking Kelly, turning most of the remaining campers against them when they tried to win Max over by kissing him. Michael was totally not jealous, but formed a brief alliance with the other girls and such to vote for Kelly, including a reluctant Julia. Patrick won immunity, despite his… um, shortcomings. Will anyone be safe from Chef’s wrath today? Will Courtney and Bonnie finally team up to kill Ass? Find out now on Total! Takes! Island!”

McLovin listens intently as Staci talks to themselves, pacing around the picnic table the two are situated at. Every few minutes, she takes a seat and tries to regain her composure when she gets too dizzy.

McLovin’s attention is divided between Staci and the bird’s nest sitting on the intercom speakers a few feet away. Half of the paper he’s scribbling on is devoted to a Kelly portrait for Staci, and the other half is a sketch of the birds.

“So, if I go for Ass next, I’ll like, be totally eliminated. They’ll catch on! But who can I get that’ll weaken Ass’ advantage?’ Staci asks, scratching their chin as they walk in circles around the table.

“Um… you should start an alliance with Courtney,” McLovin offers, using a blue crayon to color in the belly of the songbird drawing. “They hate Ass.”

“I already tried, they said they're really sorry but they’re doing things on their own now,” she sighs. “Bonnie said the same thing, but told me if I got enough support against Ass they’d vote with me. But it’s not enough!”

“What about… Patrick? He could be a good ally,”

Staci sighs. “I’m not really looking for allies so much as I am hoping Ass doesn’t win immunity today,”

“That could be pretty easy. But you should find out who’s on Ass’ side first,” he says merrily, using an orange crayon to fill in Kelly’s hair (he lost the yellow).

They pause and think for a moment. “You know, that’s not such a bad idea,”

“Campers!” Chris’ voice blares over the intercoms, frightening the birds away from the nest just as McLovin was about to finish the drawing. “Get your sorry butts in gear and grab some breakfast before today’s challenge. You have twenty minutes!”

---

Julia watches as Chef fills her tray with a mysterious bean-like brown slop and sends her on her way. She surveys the remaining tables- Courtney and Bonnie are sitting at opposite ends of the former Fujoshis, Staci and McLovin chatting idly between them. Michael is sitting in her usual seat, Scary under the table, Ass on the opposite side of Michael. Max is sitting by the garbage bin on the floor in the corner of the room, likely still embarrassed from yesterday.

Julia takes a seat next to Ass, diagonal from Michael. “Good morning, girlies!”

Michael rolls her eyes, standing and leaving as soon as Julia sits down (much to her annoyance). Ass clicks their tongue. “Trouble in paradise much?”

“She’s just mad about the Scruffy thing. Total hypocrisy,” Julia says, glaring as Michael scrapes off her plate into the garbage. “Like she wasn’t all over Max.”

“Whatever. Doesn’t really matter now that you have me. Let’s talk strategy for today,” Ass smiles. “Now, I’m not sure what the challenge is gonna be, but I say we go for Staci next. I don’t like the way they’ve been looking lately- total sleeper agent.”

“I have no idea what that means,”

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JULIA: “Is it weird that I miss Scruffy’s input on everything? I mean, yes, we had the upper hand because they knew all the challenges, but Ass really isn’t that funny or clever and it’s starting to get hard to follow.”

---

Max watches Michael curiously, but doesn’t bother to mention the odd display at the table he just witnessed.

“Hey, Michela,” he says, causing Michael to jump a little.

“Jesus, where did you come from?!”

Max stares, slightly annoyed. “I’ve been here the entire time. I wanted to ask you something,”

“Um… is it going to be degrading to answer?”

“Likely. Courtney and Bonnie said you were… pretty mad about yesterday. Kelly,”

Michael goes quiet for a moment. “I was just like, disgusted. Um, you know? Don’t believe everything you hear on this island!”

Before Max can answer, Patrick comes through, shoving Michael backwards. She falls onto her butt and glares at him. “That guy really likes pushing. Jerk,”

She stands and walks away just as Chris’ voice returns, though this time through a megaphone outside.

“Alright, campers! Your next challenge starts in five, and you’re gonna wanna be ready for it- so get your asses out here, pronto!”

Ass rolls their eyes, standing and grabbing Julia’s wrist to drag her out of the mess hall alongside them. Both Courtney and Bonnie watch the interaction nervously.

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BONNIE: “Ass by themselves is bad enough- it’s still a mystery to me how Courtney and I are still here. But Ass and Julia? Yeah, bad news,”

---

“Today’s challenge is a classic game of hide-and-seek. I’m giving you each ten minutes to hide before Chef Hatchet hunts- I mean, finds you,” Chris chuckles. The campers look at each other nervously. “The lifeguard chair is the home base. When he finds you, you can run out here for sanctuary. Be warned, he’s armed.”

Chef walks out, holding a water gun.

“Is that supposed to be scary?” Ass scoffs.

Chef cocks the gun and aims it at them, pulling the trigger just in time for them to duck as it hits Patrick behind them, sending him through the wall of the mess hall. Everyone stares in terror as Patrick walks back outside, dazed with his teeth grit. “This is a Valentino suit!”

Chef rolls his eyes.

“You got bigger things to worry about, dude,” Bonnie says, crossing their arms over their chest as he stands next to them. He rolls his eyes.

“You have three ways of winning this: Don’t get found- unlikely- run to home base before getting shot- basically impossible- or tag another player after you’ve been caught. Your ten minutes start now!”

Each camper looks at each other and runs while Chef stands with his back to the island and counts. Courtney, Max, Bonnie, and Patrick run towards the main parts of camp. Julia, McLovin, and Staci run into the woods. Scary jumps into the nearby water with a loud splash. Ass grips Julia’s wrist again and drags her towards the cabins. Michael stands, arms crossed while looking around.

“Um… nine minutes, dude,” Chris says.

“I’m thinking,”

---

MICHAEL: “Joner had a phase where he got really into competitive hide-and-seek. He even reached the national championships. He practiced with me until I got locked inside a washing machine and almost died of suffocation- never got found, though!”

---

Courtney shifts around the kitchen, opening the fridge and various cupboards to find somewhere they can fit. They open one near the end and see Max crouched inside.

“Hey!” he whisper-shouts. “Back off!”

“Oops,” Courtney says, just before hearing a click from the doorway. They turn just in time to see Chef cocking the water gun with a wicked smile. He aims and fires, though Courtney somersaults away just before the blast of water hits her- dousing Max instead.

“Oh, come on!”

"Sorry!" Courtney jumps out an open window and scrambles to their feet, running into the woods behind the cabins as Chef pulls Max out of the cupboard like he weighs nothing.

“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude,” Ass shouts from outside. “But can’t you walk any faster?”

"I'm walking!" Julia shouts back.

Chef gives a wicked grin and drags Max outside with him, approaching the bickering duo without them even noticing. Ass manages to catch some movement out of the corner of their eye and drops Julia’s wrist, abandoning her while running into the woods. “See! This is how you’re supposed to do it!” They shout as they sprint away.

Julia watches them go and then swallows a lump in their throat before screaming and running in the opposite direction, followed in close pursuit by Chef and Max.

---

Bonnie stands on one of the confessional toilets, locking the stall door and crouching to stay small and quiet. They hold their breath as the door opens, and a set of slow, methodical footsteps follow.

The footsteps stop right outside the stall they’re hidden in, and they begin shaking as someone tries the door.

“Relax, it’s not Chef,” Patrick’s voice rings out. “Bad hiding spot, huh?”

“I was betting more on the running part than the hiding part,” they whisper.

Patrick chuckles and steps into the stall next to them, locking it and standing on the toilet as well. “Well, you stole my idea anyway, so it's not so terrible,”

“Your first idea was the women’s restrooms?”

A brief pause. “This is the women’s? I’ve been using it all week,”

The door flies open and both immediately fall silent. Both doors are immediately kicked open and Chef stands outside, laughing evilly. Bonnie ducks and rolls, avoiding the spray while Patrick gets blasted backwards again.

He sighs, stepping out of the stall and wringing out his blazer. Max- standing behind Chef- rolls his eyes.

---

Ass walks through the woods, scanning the space around the trails for a suitable hiding place.

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ASS: “It’s so hard to hide out there! I mean, it’s all just rocks and dirt and stuff! Granted, I don’t really get out much, but still!”

---

They step into a warm clearing and see a large dead tree with a hollow center- perfect. They grin and step up to it, attempting to climb in before a hand shoves them away.

“What the hell!” they shout.

Courtney’s head pops out of the trunk and they put a finger over their lips. “Find your own spot!”

Ass rolls their eyes for the millionth time so far this summer. “Oh, don’t be a tightwad, there’s plenty of room inside for both of us!”

“I was here first!”

“Jeez, I liked you a lot better when you were more of a pushover,” Ass says. “Just did what anyone suggested without thinking twice, huh? No wonder Mal got you to come here with a stupid post.”

Courtney grits their teeth. “You weren’t there,”

“But I saw it. Off the island, you know? Mal showed everyone,”

Courtney steps out of the tree to shove Ass backwards. They land on the grass with a thud and look up at Courtney with a glare.

“How’s that for a pushover?!” Courtney shouts.

Ass stands, growling, and they shove Courtney back. The two begin fighting, mostly throwing punches that never land and scratching each other while pulling the other’s hair.

The two momentarily pause as they both hear a scream, and then turn to see McLovin running on the main trail, Patrick in close pursuit. The two disappear for a second before the sound of a stream of water is heard and McLovin shrieks.

Courtney and Ass look at each other and let each other go before running in opposite directions.

---

Julia steps through the woods, her legs already covered in scratches and thistles from the plants as she walks off-trail. The sun is beating down, causing her to sweat and turning her cheeks a slight rosy-red, sure to be a sunburn later.

“The one day I run out of sunscreen…” she murmurs as she approaches a large rock formation.

She sighs, sitting on a nearby boulder and resting for a moment as the birds chirp and squirrels chitter. An eight-legged toad hops by and Julia takes a break from her break to record the sighting on a tiny, flimsy stack of sticky notes.

The sound of a mechanical whirring catches her attention and she immediately dives behind the boulder, looking around nervously.

Instead of Chef, though, something even stranger appears- a side of the rock formation slides into the earth, revealing a dark tunnel inside, and Scary steps out. Julia squints, and then her eyes widen in shock.

The large, rock-like door slides back up and Scary skips off into the forest. As she watches, Julia feels a hand on her shoulder and screams.

“Oh, relax. Don’t raise your blood pressure on my account,” Ass says. “Sorry about dumping you back there- panic mode, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” she sighs, standing alongside them as they walk into the woods.

“Is that where you were hiding? Behind a boulder?”

“No, I was just resting,”

Ass sighs. “Shoot. I was hoping you’d found a good spot,”

“Hehehe,”

Julia blinks. “What’s funny?”

“Um… I didn’t say anything,”

The two turn as a large shadow is casted over them, and Chef cocks the water gun once more. They both scream and run in opposite directions again.

---

Courtney sighs, finding a third hiding place in a small cave somewhere near the base of the big cliff. The opening is just big enough for a person to climb into, but the inside is wide and cavernous, if a little dark.

They blindly walk through the interior as the drips of condensation from the stalactites overhead echo along with their footsteps.

As they walk through the dark, they bump into something warm.

“Hey!” Bonnie says. “Who’s there?”

“Just me,” Courtney responds. “Bonnie?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, good,”

A silence falls over the two as they look around the darkness awkwardly, though there’s really nothing to see.

“So… um, I wanted to tell you something,” Courtney says.

“Shoot,”

“I wanted to apologize for kinda icing you out like that. I was just… so tired of being everyone’s doormat, I thought the only way to win was to isolate myself,”

Bonnie sighs and shakes their head in the dark. “I feel the same. After Caesar left, I mean… I was barely able to function. I couldn’t handle getting close to someone and having them taken away again,”

“I understand- that’s how I felt about McLovin. He was the only person who treated me like a human instead of an accessory, I guess it kinda got to me,” Courtney sighs. “I don’t really have a ton of friends back home.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Bonnie says. “So... Friends?”

Courtney smiles through the darkness. “Friends,”

The two hug for a moment before an artificial light shines on them.

“Beautiful,” Chef’s voice rings out. Bonnie and Courtney stare as he wipes away a tear before both are doused in water.

---

CHEF: “Yeah, I was there the whole time. I didn’t want to interrupt!”

---

The two follow Chef outside, hand-in-hand while Max, McLovin, and Patrick stand beside the two.

“Who’s left?” Patrick asks.

“A lot of people,” McLovin sighs. “Split up?”

Chef rolls his eyes and shrugs. The captured competitors walk off, Bonnie and Courtney still together while the boys go on their own.

McLovin steps through the brush, eventually making his way back to camp. He walks around the cabins first, looking under beds and the porches before walking over to the confessional. He opens the door and sees Staci inside. She looks nervous, holding a finger to her lips.

McLovin smiles compassionately. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out!”

“But I will,” Patrick beams, stepping out of nowhere. “Oh, Chefy!”

Chef runs over and blasts Staci before she can even move. Patrick chuckles as they step out of the confessional, though his smile drops when they grab him by the tie and pull him down to their height.

McLovin and Chef wince as she beats the shit out of him while he squeals and screams.

---

Julia tails Scary as they scamper through the foliage. They’re insanely fast, forcing Julia to run after them, her sticky note collection in hand.

Scary leaps over a log and skitters into camp, which Julia trips and falls into, right onto Scary. Chef’s shadow looms over them and he chuckles as he blasts them both with freezing cold water.

---

Ass’ head ducks away from watching Julia and Scary get shot as they roll out of the woods, and they tiptoe away from the mess hall, looking for a final hiding place as time runs out. If their calculations are correct (and they usually are), there’s somewhere around three minutes left- perfectly enough time to win themselves invincibility.

“Not so fast,” Chef’s voice chuckles from behind them.

Ass whips around and sees him standing directly behind them, water gun aimed. They gasp and run for the docks in a zig-zag pattern, avoiding the blasts of water until they trip and slide down the docks, managing to grab a leg of the lifeguard chair just in time.

Courtney boos, earning them a glare as they pull themselves up again. “I guess I have immunity, huh?”

“Patrick, too!” Julia shouts, informing her ally. “But everyone else is here.”

Chef nods as Chris’ voice blasts over the intercom. “And that’s our time! Congratulations to Patrick, Ass, and Michael for winning immunity!”

The caught campers turn to each other, and Chef’s eyes narrow. “Michael,”

The boat of losers- docked nearby- bobs in the water as Michael steps out of it and right onto the docks. “Is it over?”

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MICHAEL: “I really didn't think about it much. I just asked myself, “where's somewhere no one would think to look?””

---

A few campers cheer as she walks over, though Ass glares.

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Michael sits outside the mess hall as the sun sets over the lake, admiring the sky. She’s not particularly hungry, and doesn’t want to deal with everyone inside, thus she feels a sinking sensation in her stomach when she hears the door open and someone step next her.

Julia plops down, looking her over. “Good game today, huh?”

“Cut the crap,”

“Alright, have it your way,” she rolls her eyes. “Last elimination, you said you’d vote with me. You owe me for voting Kelly even after Ass said not to. I got into some deep shit cause of you.”

“Okay, fine. Who do you want me to vote for?”

Julia leans over and whispers in Michael’s ear. She sighs.

Patrick steps out of the confessional and sees the two on the grass outside. He straightens his tie and attempts to fix his hair, still covered in scratches and bruises from Staci’s earlier attack.

He stands in front of the two. “Discussing votes?”

Julia’s eyes narrow. “None of your-”

“I’m voting with her,” he points to Michael. “So I’d like to know who.”

Michael raises an eyebrow while Julia stares in shock.

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“Campers- you played hard, but ultimately did a very bad job at it. On this plate are a collection of delicious, perfectly fluffy marshmallows- all but one of you will be getting one tonight,” Chris says, holding up the platter.

“Patrick- Ass- Michael. You won immunity today,” he says, tossing them their marshmallows. “The following are also safe:

Staci

McLovin

Scary

And Bonnie,”

Max and Courtney look at each other, both a bit nervous and both trying not to show it. Michael and Bonnie watch in anxious anticipation nearby.

“And the last marshmallow… goes to…

Max. You’re safe. Courtney- sorry, my guy,”

Courtney sighs, but stands with decorum and walks down the docks confidently.

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COURTNEY: “I may not have won, but I accomplished what I came here for, and got to punch a few people along the way. I would consider that a win in and of itself,” they pause, suddenly looking sad. “I just hope Bonnie is okay without me.”

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Courtney steps onto the boat, taking a seat. Chef turns from the captain’s cockpit and salutes them. “Good work, soldier,”

They salute back with a smile.

“Who will go home tomorrow? And who will stay to play? Find out next time- on Total! Takes! Island!”

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little-robin-h00d · 1 year ago

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Hey the anti-vegan post u rbed really sucks. It puts all vegans (95% of whom just think factory farming is horrible and don’t want to hurt animals in their diet) in a box that is labeled “anti-indigenous, stupid, radical, and crazy”.

Most vegans don’t even try to convince people because they know how their seen. Advocacy against factory farming is not the same as demeaning native practices.

There’s a person replying on the side of vegans in the comments and I think you should read some of what they’re saying because they explain why the post is wrong and harmful. I’m not coming at you with anger btw I like you and your account. But that post is just super harmful and I’m hoping that you would be interested in reading thoughts from the other side and maybe changing your opinion.

Hey there! I appreciate you coming here with a non-aggressive stance, but I think there's been a bit of a miscommunication. Similar to how when people talk about White People(TM), or Christians(TM), they are not saying every single person in the group is bad- they are talking about a specific subsect of the group that uses the ideology and privilege to harm. There are white people who do their best to dismantle the white supremacy they've been taught and advocate for POC, and there are Christians who do follow the teachings of loving thy neighbor and don't use their religion as a kudgel to beat others with- same with veganism.

Someone choosing to be vegan or vegetarian is completely fine- and I will gladly do my best to accommodate all diets, allergies, and food sensitivities when eating with other people. My best friend is vegetarian, and I always have stuff they can eat stocked away in the fridge for whenever they visit.

However, when it's portrayed as the "only ethical way", and that all humans should consume zero animal products- and then these people saying that get POWER, and spread misinformation- is where the issue lies. It's the PETA bitches we're talking about, not some random person who may have a million reasons for personally going vegan. It's their life, it's not harming anyone, cool beans.

Unfortunately, we have yet to come up with the proper language in English to effectively reference these dangerous subgroups, and it would take a while to spread and become common knowledge even if we do find a proper term for it- but having to explain that in every single post we make about oppressive or dangerous groups like that is a waste of time and effort that could be put to better use, and essentially arguing about semantics.

Also, these are personal Tumblr blogs, the vast majority of the time only having one person running them- you cannot expect the same vetting of language and such things in a post on someone's blog as would be on a scientific or news article.

As someone who loves meat and cheese and other animal products: I hate factory farms too! But we aren't gonna solve the massive problems with animal abuse by stopping eating any animal-related products. We cannot personal choice our way out of systemic issues- that's an astroturf campaign so many people have fallen for in so many different areas. From climate change and voting rights, to animal welfare and plastic use. These things are simply out of the hands of ordinary people like you and me, and it's why collective action is so important.

I also believe it's a bit of a waste of time to get upset at people who are rightfully critiquing these groups, rather than get upset at the groups themselves for tarnishing the names of innocent people like you.

TL;DR: If the post doesn't describe you, it's not about you.

I do hope you have a good day, and I apologize if this post is a bit of a mess. I've been severely sick for over a month now and am only just starting to recover, I only got 5 hours of sleep, and haven't even taken my meds today because I've been too nauseous.

#anon #asks

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courtney-deserved-better · 2 years ago

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my fair lady: part two - a gwourtney choose your own adventure!

(read part one) (read on ao3)

this is part two of the gwourtney oneshot determined by polls! there will be a poll at the end of this post where you vote on what happens next. here's part two!

“I’m down to form an alliance,” Courtney says immediately.

Gwen perks up. “Wait, really? You’d be in an alliance with me?”

“Of course! You’re, like, the most tolerable person here.”

“That’s a high compliment by Courtney standards.”

Courtney winks mischievously.

“Right!” Gwen jumps up, silently cursing her pale skin for contrasting so sharply with the deep red blush spreading across her face. “Let’s go!”

“Go where exactly?” Courtney asks, following Gwen out into the hallway.

“Let’s eavesdrop on Heather and Noah. I don’t trust them. Heather is Heather, and Noah is…”

“A weasel?” Courtney offers.

Gwen snorts. “Sure, that works for me.”

After that, the girls quiet down, sneaking through the halls of the Jumbo Jet. They’re close to the cargo hold when they’re finally able to make out two familiar voices.

“—and I’m almost positive he’s the reason Leshawna was eliminated,” Noah is saying.

“Thank you!” Heather huffs. “I kept trying to warn her, but she wouldn’t listen to me!”

They must be just around the corner, Gwen realizes.

Courtney, already one step ahead of her, flattens herself against the wall.

“So we both don’t trust the guy,” Noah says. “How do we go about getting him booted? It’s not like anyone else would vote him out.”

“Well, Team Chris would have to lose.”

“Obviously.”

“You and Owen are close, right? Couldn’t you both vote for Alejandro and get him out as long as he and Tyler vote for different people?”

“That could work,” Noah muses, “but I’d worry about Owen giving away the plan and Alejandro being able to counter it.”

“You could get Tyler to vote with you instead.”

“Do you honestly think he’s any more capable than Owen?”

“No.”

“Exactly, and he likes me less. So I guess the first step to taking Alejandro down is losing. Ugh.”

“We’ll work with that for now,” Heather says. “I’m gonna go find him and make sure he’s not scheming. You in?”

“Sure, why not?”

Gwen’s eyes widen as Heather and Noah’s footsteps get louder and louder.

Crap, they’ll totally know we were eavesdropping!

“In here!” Courtney hisses, grabbing Gwen’s arm and pulling her into a supply closet.

Gwen holds her breath as Heather’s heels click by, fighting off the panic at being in a dark, enclosed space.

“It’s okay,” Courtney says so softly Gwen can barely hear it. She’s becoming increasingly aware of how cramped the room is, and how that means Courtney is pressed head to toe up against her side.

Finding herself blushing again, Gwen is suddenly grateful for the dark.

“Are they gone?” she whispers.

“Probably,” Courtney says, “but let’s give it a minute. Are you doing okay?”

“Not too bad, but—”

Click, click, click.

Gwen tenses as footsteps grow closer and closer to the supply closet.

Please don’t look inside…

The footsteps stop.

And the door swings open.

Standing in the dimly lit hallway is a very baffled looking Alejandro.

He raises an eyebrow at the girls. “What are you two doing in here?”

#pjs td oneshot polls #gwourtney #td courtney #td gwen #total drama #total drama world tour #tdwt #td fic #fic #my fic

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geometropolis · 2 years ago

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grt3D episode 6: little icarus

it was getting late. heptagon was sitting on his bed with the lights off, rocking back and forth.

suddenly, they flicked on. parallelogram burst into the cabin and made brief eye contact with heptagon, who had frozen still.

“don’t look at me like that,” parallelogram said, as heptagon stared at him. “just go to sleep already.”

“i–”

“you what? are you going to finally apologize for leaving us out to dry? or are you just going to find an excuse for it?”

heptagon shut his mouth again.

“just as i thought.” parallelogram rolled his eyes, then got into bed and attempted to sleep; he found that too difficult, however.

he sat up. “i used to feel kinda bad for you, y’know,” he started. “just like you, i was taken from my life to compete in this silly thing. and at first i was super pissed about it.”

heptagon looked at him.

“but, y’know, kite was right. she often is. there was nothing i could do to get out of here, so i made the best of it. and look where i am now! now i actually want to win!”

heptagon looked away again. “so?” his response was near-inaudible.

“i quit moping around. you didn’t. and that’s screwing us over. even if i didn’t care about the third dimension at first, i had the heart to care about those who did. and now i care as well.”

nothing. heptagon’s response was complete silence again.

“listen. i don’t care if you want to win or lose or whatever. but stop treating us like we don’t exist. because we do. we do want to win. and you’re ruining it for us.”

still nothing.

“geez, it’s like talking to a wall…” parallelogram muttered, shaking his head. he closed his eyes again and went to sleep.

heptagon stared at the door. kite never came.

…

that morning, origin actually stuck around in geometropolis instead of just spending time with the eliminated contestants in the paradox. this was for the best, as kite was looking for him.

“hey, kite!” he greeted.

“hey.”

“sorry about–”

“you don’t have to apologize for heptagon…” kite smiled and sat down next to him. “hopefully, soon, he’ll apologize himself.”

“d’you think he will?”

“sure. i wish i hadn’t snapped the way i did…”

“even if he kinda deserved it…”

kite chuckled sheepishly. “even if he kinda deserved it. hey… no matter what happened, there’s a chance i’ll be eliminated today… like, seriously, why was oval eliminated? is there, like, a viewer vote or something? because he certainly didn’t deserve it.”

“nope, no viewer vote. but i’d… i’d be sad if you were eliminated.” origin spoke in a stilted manner, his voice grave. “don’t tell anyone, but you’re one of my favorite contestants.”

“aw, that’s sweet of you!”

“but yeah, möbius just tells me who’s gonna be eliminated. don’t know how he decides, though. hey, speaking of the devil…!”

“DID SOMEBODY SAY MY NAME?” the proverbial devil in question asked, arriving on the scene. “MY EARS ARE BURNING~!”

“good morning, sir!”

“GOOD MORNING TWINNY!!! it’s been a while since i’ve seen you this early…”

“the eliminated contestants are doing fine without me, i think.”

“DOING PROOFS, I HOPE?”

“they’re… doing the best they can!” origin leaned in to kite. “not!” he whispered, certainly putting the ‘wink’ in ‘twinkle’.

“hey,” kite piped up. “am i eliminated?”

möbius edged back. “yes... how did you know?”

kite took a moment to process the information; she breathed in, and breathed out. “...just a guess.”

“darn,” origin said, unsurprised. he now directed his voice at möbius strip. “should we gather everyone, or should i just take her now?”

“i should say goodbye to people, right?” kite asked.

möbius yawned. “i don’t want to gather everyone yet. i’m letting them sleep in. you can go and say goodbye to whoever… BUT BE QUICK!”

kite smiled at him. “thanks!” she then went off.

“huh,” möbius said. “weird.”

kite first went to the cool kids’ cabin to say bye to her cousin. she knocked lightly on the door. “rhombus!” she whispered loudly.

“what is it?” rhombus replied from the other side of the door in their usual monotone voice; they didn’t sound bleary at all, as if they hadn’t been asleep.

“i’m… i’m eliminated. möbius just told me.”

“oh… oh kite,” rhombus’s tone softened. “i’m so sorry. you’ve been doing so great.”

“thanks.”

“see you at home?”

“yeah. see you at home.”

rhombus opened the door and hugged her.

kite then went to her own cabin, knocked on the door, and waited.

heptagon opened it.

“is… is parallelogram awake?”

heptagon frowned and nodded. “yes.”

parallelogram stepped out from behind him.

“kite! where were you last night?” he asked, concern lingering in his voice. “wh–”

“parry, listen. möbius told me i’m eliminated.”

“WHAT?” he cried in shock and dismay. “why would they vote for YOU?”

this confused kite, but she continued. “parry… you gotta keep going strong, okay? for me.”

“kite…” parallelogram grabbed her hand. “i’ll do my best. hopefully… others will too.” the two looked at heptagon.

“i have to go now,” kite finally said. “i’ll be rooting for you, pal!”

soon enough, kite indeed went. origin buzzed and took her away.

hours passed before he returned; but as möbius wasn’t going to start for a while anyway, he was willing to wait.

“GOOD NOON EVERYONE,” möbius yelled at 12 on the dot. “TIME FOR TODAY’S CHALLENGE! oh, and kite’s eliminated, by the way.”

the contestants gathered in their usual spot; among them was square, groggy and very annoyed. “is there no other way for you to wake us up?” he complained. “geez louise.”

“I WON’T TOLERATE SUCH INSOLENCE… SHUT UP.”

square rolled his eyes. then he had an epiphany.

if i annoy the heck out of möbius strip… will he eliminate me?

“yeah,” triangle called out to him. “shut up, square.”

“...TODAY’S CHALLENGE IS A RACE. ONE MEMBER PER TEAM WILL RUN FROM HERE TO THE EDGE OF THE FOREST AND BACK. LAST ONE BACK LOSES. YOU HAVE, UM… 20 MINUTES TO PREPARE. SURE.”

“okay!” droplet addressed her teammates. “i have a great idea–”

“no you don’t,” rhombus said. “okay, you two are terrible at running, so i’m gonna do the race.”

“i–”

“i’m not that bad at running!” star protested.

“yes you are. okay, you two just stay here and–”

“can you please listen to me?” droplet cried. “you two never listen! you never take anything i say seriously!!”

star froze in place. this was just like heart…

“i keep suggesting ideas for challenges but neither of you even try them!” droplet continued, tears forming in her eyes. “and neither of you tell me anything!! it isn’t fair!!!”

rhombus was about to speak when star cut in. “hey… what is your idea, droplet?”

“well i… i wanted to use tree branches to make wings!” she wiped her eyes, and they shone. “if i ran while wearing them, i’d catch the breeze and speed ahead!”

“that is an absolutely ridiculous–” rhombus started.

“–ridiculously cool idea!!!” star blurted. rhombus glowered at him. “why don’t we try it?” he continued.

droplet beamed at him.

meanwhile, helvetica had a plan of their own.

“okay, pentagon, we all know you’re the fastest shape here,” trapezoid said.

“yup!”

“but we want to make sure you can keep up that speed for the whole race – so we have a way to get you water throughout, so you don’t get thirsty!”

“all we need is a bunch of cups, really, courtesy of origin,” hexagon explained. “before the race we’ll fill them all up with water, and then we’ll set them out along the course – that way you can just drink from a cup whenever you get to it.”

“...wait, but what if she trips on one of the cups?” octagon asked. “or what if somebody else does?”

“oh, i hadn’t thought of that…” trapezoid bit his lip.

“i know!” hexagon perked up. “i’ll just carry them all and go along with pentagon during the race.”

“you sure you can do it?” octagon was skeptical. “the cups would all spill…”

“well, she plays the ukulele,” trapezoid pointed out. “i’d say her hands are pretty darn steady.”

“yes indeed!” hexagon smiled. “if i can carry a tune i can surely carry a few cups, can’t i?”

“...okay. i’m running,” parallelogram stated.

“...do you need any help with anything?” heptagon asked hesitantly.

parallelogram looked dubious. “no??”

“but i–”

“look. it’s fine. i’m running.”

heptagon frowned as parallelogram left without another word.

möbius strip was minding his own business when he suddenly heard his name being called.

“hey möbius,” square yelled. “where are you from?”

“HUH?”

“where are you from? what’s your favorite color? how old are you?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE…”

“what time did you go to sleep last night? what did you have for breakfast this morning? what’s your credit card number?”

“i swear to the PRIMES ABOVE!” rectangle moaned. “what has gotten into you, square?”

“i could ask you the same thing…”

“don’t worry about him, tango,” triangle said, guiding him away from his brother. “anyway, so i’m gonna run the race – can you wait at the finish line with, i dunno, a mathematicookie or something? i’m gonna be pretty hungry.”

“what?” rectangle exclaimed. “i’m not just gonna be your servant! you didn’t even ask me if i was on board with this idea.”

“well, i’m clearly the better runner.”

rectangle scoffed. “no you’re not.”

“uh, yes, i am.”

“did you not see me yesterday? i’m not the wimpy rectangle you knew in grade school anymore.”

triangle shrugged. “true. but i’m still faster and stronger. for a challenge entirely dependent on one team member, i think it should be me.”

“what, and just let you step all over me again? you know, square wasn’t wrong about everything – you barely let me participate in challenges!”

“maybe that’s for the best!”

“...tell that to circle.”

triangle went silent.

“fine,” she said at length. “you can run. i don’t care.”

“thanks, origin,” octagon said, receiving a manifested thumbs-up in response. “okay, let’s get these cups filled up.”

helvetica translated over to their cabin with verve, hexagon practicing her cup-carrying abilities on the way.

pentagon opened the door and turned on the sink. “cup!” she requested. hexagon passed her one. after a few moments, she asked the same again, switching out the full cup for an empty one.

trapezoid spent a few moments chatting with them, before going to wait outside with octagon; there wasn’t much either of them could do to help, after all.

“hey, trapezoid…” octagon said at length, chewing her pacifier tensely, “how are you so close to those two?”

trapezoid blinked. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, well…” she paused. “ugh, how do i say this? …how do you be a good friend?”

octagon received a warm smile in response. “well, what do you think?” trapezoid asked.

octagon groaned. “hrrgh, i dunno.”

“well… i think a big part of being a good friend is helping them whenever you can… being able to have fun with them, tell jokes… and y’know, you have to enjoy each other’s company, right?”

“yeah, i guess that sounds right.”

“why do you ask?”

“i just–”

“we’re done!” pentagon exclaimed, as hexagon came out with a huge stack of full cups. “you were right, hexagon really can carry!”

“that should be enough branches!” droplet proclaimed, as star dropped them off near her feet; they were specifically branches with plenty of leaves, taken from trees in the forest. she turned to rhombus. “how’s the blueprint going?”

rhombus held up a drawing of wooden wings. “it’s certainly going,” they said half-heartedly.

“perfect! now let’s get to work…!”

droplet and star began crafting the wings: rhombus’s blueprint outlined a system that involved cutting little notches out of branches and inserting little wooden pegs to connect them together, making joints that were just flexible enough. they also bent a twig on each wing into a handle for droplet to hold. even though rhombus wasn’t really on board with the idea, they certainly put effort into designing the wings the best they could.

after a few minutes, the wings were done! droplet grabbed the handles and flapped the wings – and they were sent northward! “wow!” she exclaimed. “they work!”

“thank the primes,” rhombus muttered.

“OKAY EVERYONE, COME TO ME,” möbius called.

the racing contestants gathered just south of him, pentagon accompanied by the water-bearing hexagon; the other contestants waited a bit to the west.

“oh möbius~!” square sang.

“TWINKLE, GET THAT PEST AWAY FROM ME! IF HE DOESN’T SHUT UP I’LL MAKE HIS TEAM LOSE RIGHT NOW.”

origin started towards square, who promptly ran away. the two circled around the others several times before rectangle grabbed his arm.

“for the love of geometry, square, you need to stop,” he pleaded. “for me, if not for anyone else.”

square sighed. “fine.”

origin flashed away, and came back a moment later with his camera lens.

“OKAY. OH MY GOODNESS. OKAY. RACERS: ON YOUR MARKS, GET SET… GO!!!!!!!”

rectangle, pentagon, parallelogram, and droplet burst forth, with pentagon taking the easy lead – just behind her was rectangle, and then parallelogram and droplet.

“just tell me when you’re thirsty!” hexagon puffed as she ran alongside pentagon. “i’ll give you a cup!”

“can i have one now?”

hexagon passed her a cup, which pentagon emptied in a second and dropped.

“no littering!” trapezoid chided from the sidelines.

“sorry!!”

droplet was falling behind, much to her dismay.

“c’mon, droplet!” a voice called out. “you can do it! use those wings!!!”

she briefly looked back to see star cheering for her.

newly determined, droplet started running faster. and she jumped.

then the breeze started pushing her forward! the other racers watched in awe as droplet passed them.

“it isn’t gonna last,” rhombus muttered.

“why not?” star replied. “it’s your design.”

“well yeah, but a good design can’t make a stupid idea work. this is gonna crash and burn.”

“really???” star gasped.

“i was being figurative.”

“oh… well… i believe in her, anyway.”

trapezoid was loudly cheering on pentagon. “PENTA-GO FOR THE GOLD!!!!”

octagon smiled and laughed. “heh… oh yeah, about what i was saying earlier…”

trapezoid looked to her. “oh yeah? about being friends? what was that about?”

“yeah, um…” octagon turned away. “...i like you guys.”

trapezoid blinked. “oh?”

“b-but i’m not good at it!”

“...not good at liking us?”

“i mean, ugh,” octagon shook her head. “like, you guys do all the things you mentioned before, all the time: you help each other, you have fun, you make each other happy, whatever… i don’t.”

“i mean, you might be a little detached, but we love having you on the team, octagon,” trapezoid smiled.

“oh?” octagon made an awkward expression. “well… um… if i am ‘a little detached’... how do i… be a little more… attached…?”

“you gotta put yourself out there, that’s what! jump into things!”

octagon scoffed. “tcch, i’m not doing that.”

trapezoid rolled his eyes affectionately. “if you say so…”

“primes, i gotta catch up!” rectangle gritted his teeth. “i have to prove triangle wrong!” he pushed his legs harder, speeding far past parallelogram.

“darn!” parallelogram bit his lip.

heptagon watched from the side, unsure what to do. he wanted to help, but…

droplet continued to soar past the other racers, speeding towards the tree. as she approached, she flapped her makeshift wings to get herself to slow down, but she was already moving too fast – and she crashed.

“ow…” she murmured. by the time she picked herself up and dusted herself off, pentagon had already reached the tree and moved on.

“cup!” pentagon exclaimed, and received one.

droplet grabbed the wing handles again and started flapping – but she was barely getting anywhere. the wings had broken…

square, meanwhile, was busy sneaking away from the rest of the waiting contestants to bother möbius strip – but triangle intercepted him.

“oh my primes, square!” triangle snapped. “didn’t you hear what möbius strip said? if you bug him again we automatically lose, you idiot!”

“i know! and when that happens, he’s gonna eliminate me! we’d both be happy about that!”

“you don’t know it’d be you! what about rectangle?”

“don’t be ridiculous, there’s no reason why möbius would eliminate him.”

“has he had a reason to eliminate oval? or kite?”

“or circle?”

“shut up about circle!”

“listen, i know you want me out of here. i want me out of here. just let me do this.”

“i won’t.”

“why?”

“i. just. won’t.”

rhombus sighed as they watched droplet struggle to catch up with her competitors on foot; she had to leave the broken wings by the tree. “what did i tell you? i should’ve just brought the remote to mess with the other teams…”

“there was no harm in trying out her idea…” star mumbled.

“uh, yes, there clearly was. we’re about to lose. this is why i don’t listen to her.”

star frowned. heart had often been afraid about completely irrational things, sure, but it certainly didn’t help anything when star brushed him off…

pentagon and rectangle were nearing the finish line, with hexagon down to only two cups.

“cup!” pentagon exclaimed. hexagon promptly passed it to her.

“you’re almost there!” trapezoid called. “you can do it!”

octagon watched on tensely.

“cup!”

hexagon held out the cup – but then she tripped over the empty one on the ground! the last cup of water went flying.

“nooooooo!”

but then a fuschia blur swept in, catching the cup before the water could spill out, and handing it to pentagon as she ran past.

“octagon!” pentagon exclaimed. she downed the water and jolted forward.

rectangle groaned as she passed him again. parallelogram nervously looked over his shoulder: droplet was still far behind.

phew, he thought. at least i won’t lose.

and with that pentagon crossed the finish line, arriving back to möbius strip. rectangle and parallelogram soon followed, with droplet trailing behind.

“CONGRATULATIONS, HELVETICA! SORRY, COOL KIDS. NEUTRAL REMARK, GROUP TWO AND YIM YUM.”

hexagon and trapezoid started cheering. “pentagon! pentagon!”

octagon walked towards them, took a breath, and joined their cheers.

upon seeing her, octagon’s teammates started cheering for her as well. “octagon! pentagon! woo!!!”

the cool kids, however, had nothing to cheer for. droplet dragged herself towards her teammates.

“i thought it would work…” she said softly.

star kneeled down. “well, you–”

“you thought wrong.” rhombus’s usually blank voice had an edge of resentment. “enough.”

they left for the team’s cabin. star took droplet’s hand and led her back with him.

heptagon stared at parallelogram, who was pacing back and forth.

“for crying out loud!” parallelogram suddenly blurted, stopping. “why are you always staring at me like an idiot?”

heptagon had a vaguely worried expression. “you almost lost.”

“yeah, i know.” parallelogram continued to pace. “you don’t have to rub it in…”

“i could’ve helped.”

“that’s new! well too late for that.”

and heptagon went silent again, his eyes wide and empty. there was nothing more he could say if there was nothing more parallelogram would listen to.

…

“you’re so calm!” circle had been surprised by kite’s lack of surprise. she’d just showed up, without any drama whatsoever.

“yeah, well, i guess i had extra time to process.”

like every day, origin had broadcasted the challenge live to the inhabitants of the paradox; in fact, they had started betting on the racers.

“i bet parallelogram’s gonna get it!” kite exclaimed.

oval chuckled. “you can’t just choose him cuz he’s our teammate! it’s pretty clearly pentagon.”

“yeah,” heart conceded. “if droplet’s plan works, she’ll probably win, but if not it’s definitely pentagon. she’s scary fast.”

circle concurred.

in the end everybody but kite won the bet.

origin returned in due time. “hey folks, how are things?” he asked.

“i wish rhombus could be a little nicer,” kite said. “well, nicer to everyone aside from me. they treat me pretty well.”

“i’m glad droplet’s being listened to…” heart murmured. “hey, origin, how long is star gonna stay pink?”

“oh, he’ll be like that until the end of the competition, i’m afraid.”

“huh.”

suddenly kite sighed a sad sigh.

“what’s wrong?” oval asked. the two of them went aside.

“i dunno,” kite said, “i’m just thinking about our team. i feel like it’s my fault they keep teetering on the edge of total failure.”

“is this about heptagon?”

“for the most part, yeah. heptagon doesn’t want to be here; if i’d have just left him alone, not only would he be happier, but also i’d be able to focus more with parry. we’d have done so much better if i accepted it was just the two of us.”

“i guess… but it wasn’t wrong of you to believe in heptagon.”

“yes it was. please don’t sugarcoat it.”

“yim yum’s in a weird place, sure, but that isn’t your fault. i understand if you blame him; you have no reason to blame yourself.”

“fine. i can’t help but worry, though… even if heptagon actually comes around, i doubt parry will be willing to accept that.”

“well, it’s not like either of us have anything to lose. if parallelogram doesn’t accept his help and suffers because of it, that’s his loss and his loss alone.”

“i guess… y’know, you’re very wise, oval.”

“hey, i have to be! it’s not like there’s anything better to do.”

#story #object novel #osc #geometropolis #geometropolis: race to the 3rd dimension #grt3d

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 2 years ago

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“I have not conceded, we all know why. That is all,” Mark Finchem, the QAnon-promoting, Oath Keeper-repping GOP candidate for Arizona Secretary of State tweeted after he lost. Finchem was among the last of former President Donald Trump’s cadre of election-denying candidates to have his race called last week. He lost to Democrat Adrian Fontes, a lawyer and former Maricopa County recorder. I reached out to Fontes to see how he felt about bringing down one of 2022’s democracy-threatening candidates.

WHAT MESSAGE DO YOU THINK ARIZONA VOTERS WERE SENDING IN YOUR WIN OVER MARK FINCHEM?

Arizona voters told its government, “we’re ok with elections the way they are now. We don’t want major changes. We don’t want hand counts. We’re ok with machines the way they are. We don’t want the Big Lie any more. We just want to vote, find out who won, who lost.” That’s what my mandate is.

WHY DO YOU SAY IT’S TIME TO DO AWAY WITH THE TERM “ELECTION DENIERS” TO DESCRIBE PEOPLE WHO FALSELY SAY BIDEN DIDN’T WIN IN 2020?

Calling them election deniers gives them too much breathing room. It minimizes the threat in using that label. It’s as if we’re trying to be politically correct against the political aggressor and I don’t believe in that type of appeasement. Call the traitor a traitor. Call the seditionist a seditionist. Call the authoritarian an authoritarian. Why let them off the hook? We’re gonna hurt their feelings?

Sometimes bad guys don’t like being called bad guys. And just because they’re sensitive does mean they’re not a-holes.

HUH. I’M NOT SURE I’VE HEARD THAT FROM ANY OTHER CANDIDATE. PRO-DEMOCRACY CANDIDATES SEEMED TO DO PRETTY WELL IN THE MIDTERMS. BUT A LOT OF THEM AT TIMES SEEMED TO STRUGGLE TO FIND CLEAR AND SALIENT LANGUAGE ABOUT WHAT WAS AT STAKE FOR DEMOCRACY.

We came up with a slogan around this. “Sabemos lo que es perderlo.” ”We know what it’s like to lose it.” We used it in all our Spanish-language radio and TV ads. The idea that we know what it’s like to lose it is real from a cultural context and the cultural history of Latinos and Native Americans in Arizona.

It was hard to justify a basic translation about democracy that was relevant to the cultural DNA of “pioneers” or “trailblazers.” It doesn’t have the same cultural heft if you were the child of a family that was here already when the pioneers showed up. Or if you’re an immigrant from some other Latin American country because you ran away from authoritarianism or totalitarianism.

I felt it as a Hispanic man in the US. I wanted to hold myself to a higher standard because I’m not just representing a party or a brand, but myself. And I wanted to do it right with something better than a rote translation.

MARK FINCHEM AND OTHERS ON THE RIGHT ARE NOW DEBASING THE ELECTION, CALLING FOR A REDO, AND DEMANDING IT NOT BE CERTIFIED. IT APPEARS ELECTION DENIALISM ISN’T GOING ANYWHERE IN ARIZONA, EVEN AS YOU GET READY TO TAKE OVER.

They don’t like being pushed back against. You saw his reactions on Twitter. I don’t follow him because I don’t give a shit what he has to say, but he was melting down. People of strength don’t usually do that. He’s very weak, and it shows. The Republicans who voted for me saw it. As for their demands, I don’t occupy myself with nonsense until there’s something real to deal with. This election was a good election and was run well. We’ll have a canvass in a week or so, we may have one or two recounts, but we’ll move on. And democracy has survived.

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notsosilentsister · 2 years ago

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Letter to a new teacher

Your students looked a bit lost? I had students complain about me to my supervisor because my lesson had been so confusing that they had checked out after 5 minutes. They haven't done that in a while, so I guess, things can get better! Teaching can be hard on the ego; lord knows, it was hard on mine, especially during the first years. Got a lot of mixed feedback from the beginning, definitely cried about it on one occasion or two. But the truth is, finding a style that works for you is just a lot of trial and error, and you get quite a bit of a margin of error in most institutions. The stakes are not actually that high. Take a moment and consider, seriously, what is the worst that could happen?

So I've explained something badly, I've lost the class? Just means I'll have to explain it again. Maybe not the most efficient use of lecture time, but I'm sure some students would need a repetition anyway. If it's a key point, it's never enough to explain it just once. If it's just a footnote, I make a note not to put it on the exam and move on.

Honestly, the mere fact that you're paying attention to whether you've lost your audience already puts you heads and shoulders above some instructors I could think of from my personal experience. Explaining something in a confusing manner is an easy mistake to make, but it's also an easy mistake to correct. The students are bored? Well, some are going to be bored no matter what I do. The subject either holds some intrinsic interest for the student, or it doesn't, and if it doesn't, any bells and whistle I could use to get at least some momentary attention will only take a student so far anyway. It's true that a bad teacher can kill even the most motivated student's interest in a subject, but for that it usually takes somewhat more than just being dull. Also, ultimately every learner has to find their own way to the matter; to truly grasp something, you need to feel a personal resonance. I can tell you why something is interesting to me - I can't tell students why it should be interesting to them, because I don't know all their lifes and all their plans, and even if I did, I can't make that personal connection for them. If they're only here to get a certificate, binge all the knowledge the night before the test, to vomit it up on cue with the full intention to shed it all like so much ballast once they've handed in their exam, I'm not going to stop them, I actually think they should have that choice. (I've always side-eyed the sort of teacher who goes into it with the aspiration "to shape young minds"; I think the young minds should always be free to reject getting shaped. I've certainly had my share of students who clearly walked out of my lessons with perfectly pristine minds, and they should be free to do so - but of course they were clearly extremly bored!). You know which student is certainly not going to be bored? The student who's always on their toes, because they feel their instructor might call on them any minute and tear them apart in front of the whole class. They're not going to actually learn anything either, because the fear takes up too much mental capacity to process new information properly, but they are probably not going to vote that class "best class to nap through" in the yearbook (not gonna lie, I was pretty insulted about that one for a week at least). Obviously I'm not saying you'll either have to bore or terrodrize your students. Obviously good teachers manage to to do neither. But it can be a tricky balance to strike (some students are quite sensitive and feel easily over-taxed, others will feel easily understimulated if you don't challenge them once in a while, it's not always immediately obvious who's which type), and what I'm saying is, there's definitely a worse side to err on, in my humble opinion. You clearly want to see yourself as someone who holds themselves to certain standards. You might be surprised, but so do I. I actually think it's hugely important that teachers do. But these standards can't just be external standards alone - external standards are moving targets, in some ways you always could be doing more, there are some students who will always need more than you're capable of - your standards have to be internal ones, they have to reflect what's most important to you, and they have to be workable for you. My standards for example: Don't make students cry. I made a student cry once and it was the worst, it made every subsequent failure pale in comparision. Don't stand by while a student hurts (insults, mocks, undermines) another. Don't punish students for your own mistakes, always admit when you're wrong. Don't play favourites. These to me are the four mortal sins of teaching, the things that can really cause lasting damage. Dull and confusing is not optimal, but it happens, and the students will survive. These are the things that I need my students to trust me with: That I know my stuff That I give a shit That I don't take things too personally. Maybe they'll sometimes find me dull and confusing, but my experience is, if they trust me with these three things, I can work with them well enough.

#teaching #teaching skills #high school #journal #personal

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des-idk · 2 years ago

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here are my current predictions for who’s gonna qualify this year

both semis have a clear top 5 already imo, with 6-13 of each semi being where a lot of things could change, cause of both the running order and the new voting system. from looking at other people's predictions, i think the top and bottom 3 are kinda predetermined so i’m not gonna talk about my opinions on those songs and their chances here and instead talk about what i have in yellow, the borderline qualifiers

SEMI 1

as much as i want both latvia and portugal to qualify, i think only one of them will and it’s gonna really depend on staging. i do think portugal might have the edge here though with it being a more upbeat song, but if latvia brings a really inventive staging they might sneak through, most likely over switzerland, and speaking of...

switzerland really drew the short straw being put between croatia and israel, both of which are gonna do well with the televote and potentially overshadow switzerland A LOT, and without juries i think they’re gonna struggle to qualify. it's not a bad song persay, but it is a bit too similar to last year for me to predict them qualifying in a televote only semi final

of all my borderlines, i think moldova and the netherlands have the biggest chances of each qualifying but again it is all gonna come down to how they do on the night. with good staging moldova could really impress, but similar to switzerland, it’s in between two fan favourite so who knows. the netherlands performing second last with a slower song AND following czechia isn’t great but it’s a good song so that’s sure to make up for the disadvantages of the RO.

SEMI 2

denmark is opening this semi (yeah i still don’t understand that decision) which in theory should make it a safe qualifier, but we've seen the opener fail to qualify before (rip albania 2022) and my god is the song irritating. i just don’t think this is gonna translate well into a live performance unfortunately.

romania cyprus and iceland all have good vocals but lacklustre songs, and once again this one is gonna come down to presentation. iceland could definitely qualify with interesting staging but the vocals need to be on point for this to work. i doubt romania will make it to top 10, probably gonna come 12th or something but with it being just televote, the public could surprise us

albania and lithuania also fit into the “good vocals meh song” category but being later on in the semi i think is gonna increase both of their chances of qualifying

belgium is the wildcard here, unsuspecting but could bring a really fun performance on the night and sail through to a respectable 8th

My Personal Qualifiers of Each Semi

NORWAY-SERBIA-LATVIA-PORTUGAL-CROATIA-MOLDOVA-SWEDEN-CZECHIA-NETHERLANDS-FINLAND

ARMENIA-ESTONIA-BELGIUM-ICELAND-SLOVENIA-GEORGIA-SAN MARINO-AUSTRIA-LITHUANIA-AUSTRALIA

that's all i have to say at present but lmk who you guys think will qualify or who you want to qualify.

considering that this is gonna be completely controlled by the public i'm so excited to see what absolute lunacy occurs once we find out the result. this is gonna be fun!!

#eurovision #esc #eurovision 2023 #esc 2023

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imsopopfly · 5 months ago

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My god white people are so awful. Imagine going onto a Palestinian person’s blog where they have more than every right to criticize Biden’s administration as their families are getting martyred, and some demonic white asshole comes in with a “ok but what about me? Do you not care about me and my safety? You’re just confusing people by propping up actual Palestinians(you say to a Palestinian), you should feel ashamed!”

And then your ass too cowardly to apologize or even acknowledge the harm you’ve unleashed. White people aren’t the only queer groups around, and we know you think this way because you’d be horrified and just as angry of all the rights taken away from queer people of color on a daily basis both outside and within the US, and your ass not doing a damn thing to help and support us other than shout vote blue and tell those withholding their vote if you don’t they’re an idiot bigot that doesn’t care about others. Well look at the mirror cuz that’s all you projecting

Go read James Baldwin, a queer Black man I emphasize cuz you demons want to so badly call him a white cis straight man. Maybe you’ll learn to shut up and listen to poc

boy this sure is the reading comprehension website

i never said it was wrong to criticize biden i said it's a bad idea to vote in a guy who's even worse and is on record saying he'd do even worse.

and i didnt 'go onto' anyone's blog, tumblr put it on my dash for some reason, and i don't know what world you live in but i am not in the habit of going to the original blog of every single post i interact with and scroll through it until im 100% sure of every single thing about OP. I saw a post on my dash where someone was angrily spreading anti-voting sentiment for American politics in an election where a whole lot is at stake. I am sorry if I stepped on some toes, For the record I had no idea OP was Palestinian. I also never said anything bad about OP (though one of my mutuals did reblog me and make a few hasty assumptions (which in their defense I am certain were not made in bad faith) and I should not have responded to them and entertained that line of thought and I do apologize for that), and in fact I specifically said they have every right to be absolutely furious at how Biden's handled this, I don't think any decent person WOULDN'T be furious, I only outlined why maybe voting for the guy who has done some bad things may still be better than voting for the guy who has gone on record promising he will do the same bad things but more of them (and who is also a convicted felon, an outspoken white supremacist, and nearly started a nuclear war by playing chicken with North Korea the last time he was in office). No matter who wins the election, it's not going to be a victory, but it's gonna be a hell of a lot easier to stop Biden, who is fairly easily swayed by public opinion, from supporting Israel than it's gonna be to stop Trump, who is outspokenly and rabidly pro-Israel and never backs down on anything. That's all I'm going to say on the issue, because again, reading comprehension website. theres a good chance you're gonna find a way to misinterpret me and call me evil no matter what I say.

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mrsbsmooth · 1 year ago

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Scripts - S7 - Episode 20 (Part 2 of 2)

Chats around the villa (Evan + OG boy or Evan & Vicky), Date with who you married in SMP

&Gym: Evan, {0}

You walk over to the gym to find {0} doing weights, Evan is spotting him.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, boys!

{0} drops his weights and both the boys give you their undivided attention.

{0}_HAPPY: Hey, {1}. Always a pleasure to see you.

EVAN_HAPPY: That was gonna be my opening line.

{0}_HAPPY: Should’ve spoken up then.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Boys, boys, simmer down.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I didn’t come over here to listen to you bicker.

{0}_HAPPY: You came to watch me work on my abs, obviously.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Actually, I came to see how you’re feeling about tonight.

EVAN_IDLE: Same as before. Worried, but trying to keep my focus on good vibes.

{0}_HAPPY: Which is why he chose to hang out with me.

EVAN_HAPPY: Yeah, that and Travis was unavailable.

{0}_HAPPY: Ouch!

EVAN_HAPPY: In all seriousness I have been nice and distracted.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Until I came over and reminded you about tonight.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Well, yeah. But getting to see you is always a win.

EVAN_HAPPY: Even if you’re reminding me about upcoming dumpings.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t think we need to worry, it’s the couples that need to be stressing.

{0}_IDLE: Especially the newest ones.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {1}. That was inconsiderate.

Accept his apology

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s cool, don’t worry.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve already forgotten what you said.

{0}_HAPPY: Appreciate it, {1}.

Acknowledge he might be right

PLAYER_IDLE: You may be right, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll find out tonight either way.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I still feel bad for putting my foot in it.

Ignore it

PLAYER_IDLE: What are your plans for the rest of the day?

EVAN_HAPPY: Oh, nothing special. Just living in denial about tonight.

{0}_HAPPY: Thanks for skipping over my foot in mouth moment.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Bringing it up kinda undoes the skipping over.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re not wrong.

Disagree

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Nope, you’re way off with that one.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think some of the new couples will be totally fine.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You’re right. Sorry for my foot in mouth moment.

EVAN_IDLE: If you ask me, not that anyone did, but I’ll power on.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: The people most likely to get dumped are either single.

EVAN_IDLE: Or people in an annoying couple.

EVAN_IDLE: Single, equals me and {0}.

EVAN_IDLE: Most annoying couple equals who, {0}?

{0}_HAPPY: And you can’t vote for yourself, that’s the easy way out.

Vote for you and Vicky anyway

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m choosing to ignore you, {0}. I’m voting for me and Vicky.

{0}_HAPPY: Boo, no fair.

EVAN_HAPPY: I respect that, {0}.

Bonnie and Travis

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe Bonnie and Travis.

{0}_HAPPY: I get that, there’s something about that Travis guy that’s annoying me.

EVAN_HAPPY: Could it be that he stole your partner?

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t remind me!

{0}_IDLE: I’m surprised you said Bonnie, {1}. I thought you two were close.

{0}_IDLE: Guess I don’t know everything.

EVAN_HAPPY: You definitely don’t know everything.

Uma and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: Hmm, Uma and {0}.

{0}_IDLE: I totally get that, more Bryson than Uma though.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t find them that annoying to be honest.

EVAN_IDLE: They don’t annoy me.

Daphne and Rafael

PLAYER_IDLE: Daphne and Rafael would be my vote.

{0}_IDLE: Their happy couple energy can be annoying at times.

EVAN_IDLE: I like that they’re so into each other, it’s nice.

{0} and {1}

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} and {1} would be my vote.

EVAN_IDLE: I think they’d get my vote too.

Summer and Joyo

PLAYER_IDLE: Erm, Summer and Joyo could get my vote.

{0}_IDLE: Yeah, I kinda get that.

EVAN_IDLE: I dunno, I think there are more annoying couples than them.

EVAN_HAPPY: But, if we were voting for least annoying person, you’d get my vote, {0}.

EVAN_HAPPY: You’re so easy to talk to and you make me laugh.

EVAN_HAPPY: I think you’re pretty amazing.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Erm, should I leave?

EVAN_HAPPY: I forgot you were here.

{0}_HAPPY: Clearly! I’ll go back to my weights.

{0}_HAPPY: Catch ya later, {1}.

EVAN_HAPPY: I did say I didn’t want to leave anything unsaid, right?

EVAN_HAPPY: So, I hope you stay here until the end.

You too!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I feel the same about you. I hope you stay.

Thanks

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Evan. Nice of you to say Evan.

Before Evan can respond, {0} shouts over.

{0}_SURPRISED: Erm, hello. I can’t spot myself, you know!

EVAN_HAPPY: Duty calls, catch you later, {0}.

Evan gives you a wave before rushing over to spot {0}.

&Inside: Evan, Vicky

You find Evan and Vicky standing by the entrance.

VICKY_HAPPY: Hey, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hey, Vicky. Hi, Evan.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.

VICKY_SAD: I’m super nervous, not only am I new to the villa, I’m in a new couple too.

VICKY_SAD: I don’t think I’m in the best position right now.

VICKY_SAD: Especially with what’s going on between the two of you.

EVAN_SAD: I won’t pretend I haven’t had the same worries.

EVAN_IDLE: But I don’t see the point of spending potentially my last day here worrying about it.

EVAN_IDLE: Do you think that’s the best plan, {0}?

Great plan, don’t worry

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds like a great plan to me, Evan!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Gotta enjoy every second.

EVAN_HAPPY: Love that we’re on the same wavelength, {0}.

That’s a terrible plan

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: I think that’s a bad idea, Evan.

EVAN_SAD: I really thought we would’ve been on the same wavelength, {0}.

EVAN_IDLE: I’m still sticking with it, the plan works for me.

I couldn’t say

PLAYER_IDLE: I couldn’t really say Evan.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just do what works for you.

EVAN_IDLE: Guess that’s all I can do.

EVAN_HAPPY: I want to spend the day getting to know everyone more.

VICKY_HAPPY: That sounds a lot more fun than wallowing.

VICKY_IDLE: But I can’t help that my mind keeps going to the dumping.

VICKY_IDLE: I don’t think anyone is safe.

VICKY_IDLE: Even a strong couple could be split up.

EVAN_IDLE: I really don’t think it will be an individual vote.

EVAN_IDLE: Either way, the best thing we can do is stop guessing, it doesn’t help.

EVAN_IDLE: Right, {0}? No more guessing?

Stop guessing

PLAYER_IDLE: I think we should stop guessing.

PLAYER_IDLE: Evan’s right, it doesn’t help.

VICKY_IDLE: Well, I like to think of all the possible outcomes.

EVAN_HAPPY: Sounds like something that could take a while.

VICKY_HAPPY: That’s true and I am feeling pretty hungry.

VICKY_HAPPY: Ok, I’ll eat and then spiral.

Definitely keep guessing

PLAYER_IDLE: I think guess away, what’s the harm in it?

VICKY_IDLE: I agree with {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: But I’m feeling snacky so I’ll eat first and then I’ll spiral.

EVAN_HAPPY: You know what, food does sound good, I might go grab a bite too.

EVAN_HAPPY: Later, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: Bye, {0}.

Vicky and Evan head to the kitchen.

You and the others gather in the kitchen. The double dumping is on everyone’s minds.

Travis gives you a cheeky smile as he leans over quietly.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Did you learn anything interesting from your chats?

So much!

PLAYER_IDLE: Think everyone has their own theories on who’s in trouble.

PLAYER_IDLE: It was illuminating, put it that way.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Well, we do know one thing for certain, it’s gonna be an eventful night.

Nothing at all

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, nothing worth mentioning.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: Really?

TRAVIS_IDLE: I was sure everyone would have things to say about tonight.

I’m not saying

PLAYER_IDLE: There’s nothing I want to share.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Keeping your cards close to your chest?

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s nice to keep some things private.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I can agree with that.

Suddenly, your phone pings.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: Who got a text?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: It was me!

UMA_HAPPY: Read it out!

LITEXT: {0}, for having the best proposal during Snog, Marry, Pie, you have won a date with {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: This is gonna be so much fun, {1}.

It definitely will be!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If I’m going on a date with you, there’s no way we couldn’t have fun.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m glad you feel that way.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait.

Let’s wait and see

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s wait and see shall we?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, good idea, don’t want to put too much pressure on it.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll just see what happens.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Enough chit chat, we need to get you ready.

You and the others gather in the kitchen. The double dumping is on everyone’s minds.

Vicky gives you a cheeky smile as she leans over to ask you something quietly.

VICKY_HAPPY: Did you learn anything interesting from your chats?

So much!

PLAYER_IDLE: Yep, everyone has their own theories on who could be in trouble.

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} is confident she’s not going anywhere.

PLAYER_IDLE: Bonnie is worried she could be dumped.

VICKY_IDLE: Well, we do know one thing for certain, it’s gonna be an eventful night.

Nothing at all

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, nothing worth mentioning.

VICKY_SURPRISED: Really?

VICKY_IDLE: I was sure everyone would have things to say about tonight.

I’m not saying

PLAYER_IDLE: There’s nothing I want to share.

VICKY_IDLE: Keeping your cards close to your chest?

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s nice to keep some things private.

VICKY_HAPPY: We can agree on that.

Suddenly, your phone pings.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: Who got a text?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: It was me!

UMA_HAPPY: Read it out.

LITEXT: {0}, for having the best proposal during Snog, Marry, Pie, you have won a date with {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: This will be so much fun, {1}.

It definitely will be

PLAYER_FLIRTY: If I’m going on a date with you, there’s no way we couldn’t have fun.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m glad you feel that way.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait.

Wait and see

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s wait and see shall we?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, good idea. Don’t want to put too much pressure on it.

{0}_HAPPY: Let’s just see what happens.

UMA_HAPPY: Enough chit chat, we need to get you ready.

You and the girls rush inside to get ready for your date.

The girls gather around you to discuss your upcoming date.

UMA_HAPPY: Getting you ready to go on this date is a nice distraction.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yeah, let’s talk about what you’re gonna wear for your hot date.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yeah, let’s talk about what you’re gonna wear for your hot date.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t want to spoil the surprise.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m gonna go get ready somewhere else. See you for our date, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: See you later, {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: Oh! I know what you should wear tonight, {0}.

UMA_FLIRTY: That great outfit I wanted to steal.

PLAYER_HAPPY: This one?

SUMMER_HAPPY: Ooh, that’s a winner!

SUMMER_HAPPY: {0} won’t be able to look away.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Ooh, that’s a winner!

DAPHNE_HAPPY: {0} won’t be able to look away.

UMA_HAPPY: Couldn’t agree more, you look amazing, {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: So, what do you think, {0}, are you gonna wear that?

*TRYOUTFIT* I think this is the one!

UMA_HAPPY: 100%, {0}, you look ridiculously good.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I can see why you wanted it, Uma, it’s a look for sure.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I can see why you wanted it, Uma, it’s a look for sure.

I want to see what else I’ve got

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I’ll go with this instead.

UMA_IDLE: Are you sure, {0}?

UMA_HAPPY: This could be your final day on Love Island!

UMA_HAPPY: Don’t you want to go all out?

Ok, I’ll try it on again!

SUMMER_HAPPY: You look amazing, {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You look amazing, {0}.

*TRYOUTFIT* Ok, I have to wear this!

Let me have one more look

Let me see what else I’ve got

I’m happy with this

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m feeling fine in this.

SUMMER_HAPPY: You look great in everything.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: You look great in everything.

UMA_HAPPY: I don’t even have the words to describe how good you look!

UMA_HAPPY: I need to borrow that outfit.

UMA_HAPPY: I don’t even have the words to describe how good you look!

PLAYER_IDLE: Let’s do this.

UMA_HAPPY: Before you rush off for your date, we want the deets!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Yeah, where’s your head at, {0}?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Yeah, where’s your head at, {0}?

I feel good about {0}

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m feeling really good about {0}.

UMA_HAPPY: I love that for you!

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, you two are so cute together.

{0} tries her best to hide her irritation.

I’m not saying

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t you like to know.

{0}_HAPPY: Oh come on, spill!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nope!

Not sure

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m not sure how I’m feeling.

UMA_IDLE: Today’s been so wild. I’m not surprised.

UMA_HAPPY: I’m sure you’ll still have a good time.

UMA_HAPPY: I wonder what {0} is planning to do on this date?

SUMMER_HAPPY: If it were me, I’d be flirting it up non stop.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: If it were me, I’d want to get to know them even more.

{0}_HAPPY: What’s your plan of action, {1}?

Flirt central

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m gonna flirt like it’s going out of fashion.

SUMMER_HAPPY: That’s what I like to hear, {0}.

SUMMER_HAPPY: I guarantee you’ll have {0} weak in the knees.

UMA_HAPPY: I’d do the same thing, {0}.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It’s gonna be a hot date for sure.

UMA_HAPPY: It’s gonna be a hot date for sure.

Learn more

PLAYER_HAPPY: I want to learn all that I can about, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Build an even deeper connection.

UMA_HAPPY: That’s so sweet, {0}.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: Obviously, I think that’s a good idea, since I’d do the same thing!

No plan

PLAYER_HAPPY: The plan is… there is no plan!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m just gonna wing it and see where it goes.

{0}_HAPPY: The old no plan plan, I kinda like it.

VICKY_HAPPY: That’s exactly what I would do!

You rush out of the villa, ready for your date with {0}.

You join {0} for an idyllic courtyard date with a bottle of bubbles.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m loving the look, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: Seriously, that outfit, I’m struggling to concentrate.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What can I say, {0}, I’m a knockout.

{0}_FLIRTY: No lies told, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I mean, wow, you look stunning.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks.

{0}_HAPPY: With all that’s been going on today, this is just what I needed.

PLAYER_HAPPY: This being?

{0}_HAPPY: A date with a gorgeous girl!

{0} smiles at you from across the table.

{0}_HAPPY: So, {1} how do you think we should kick off this date?

Tell me something about you

PLAYER_HAPPY: Tell me something about you.

{0}_HAPPY: Something like what?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was talking with the girls earlier and I decided I wanted to have a flirty chat.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: So with that in mind…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Why don’t you tell me a sex position you’ve never tried but always wanted to.

{0}_FLIRTY: Hmm, The Pretzel Dip. But mostly because I like the name!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Sounds delicious. What is it?

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t really know!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Amazing.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love this side of you, {1}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Maybe this side of me will make another appearance.

{0}_FLIRTY: I sure hope so.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I was talking with the girls earlier and I decided I wanted to get to know you more.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So with that in mind…

PLAYER_HAPPY: Why don’t you tell me a story from your childhood.

{0}_HAPPY: When I was twelve I auditioned for a televised talent show.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: No way!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What was your talent?

{0}_HAPPY: If you weren’t obsessed with me before you will be now… it was juggling.

{0}_HAPPY: And it was high stakes, six or seven things up in the air at one time.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Impressive, did you make it onto the show?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Nope, everything landed in the wrong place.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh no!

{0}_HAPPY: No one was hurt! Only my dignity.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Whatever you think I’d want to know.

{0}_HAPPY: When I was twelve I auditioned for a televised talent show.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: No way!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What was your talent?

{0}_HAPPY: If you weren’t obsessed with me before you will be now… it was juggling.

{0}_HAPPY: And it was high stakes, six or seven things up in the air at one time.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Impressive, did you make it onto the show?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Nope, everything landed in the wrong place.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Oh no!

{0}_HAPPY: No one was hurt, only my dignity.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

Make a toast

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I’ll take a leaf out of your book and go with a toast.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Great minds and all that.

You lift your glass of bubbly and {0} follows your lead.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Cheers to a great date filled with flirting, great banter and of course...

PLAYER_FLIRTY: More flirting.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll cheers to that!

You lift your glass of bubbly and {0} follows your lead.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Cheers to a great date where we can get to know each other better.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And have some great banter of course.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll cheers to that!

You lift your glass of bubbly and {0} follows your lead.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Cheers to a great date, filled with good vibes and good times.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll cheers to that!

You clink your glasses and take a sip of your drinks.

You choose

PLAYER_IDLE: Why don’t you choose?

{0}_HAPPY: Ok, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Why don’t we start with a toast?

PLAYER_HAPPY: You have a thing for doing toasts on dates don’t you?

EVAN_FLIRTY: If it ain’t broke.

{0} lifts his glass of bubbly and you follow their lead.

{0} lifts her glass of bubbly and you follow their lead.

{0}_HAPPY: Here’s to having an out of this world date with an out of this world girl.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Bit cringe?

A little cringe

PLAYER_HAPPY: Maybe a little, but I’ll still cheers to it.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll take that!

You clink your glasses and take a sip of your drinks.

Not cringe at all

PLAYER_HAPPY: Not cringe at all, I loved it, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: Phew, glad to hear it!

You clink your glasses and take a sip of your drinks.

{0}_HAPPY: Feels so good to be here with you.

EVAN_HAPPY: I don’t know if you know this…

EVAN_HAPPY: But I was so nervous on the first date we had, I was worried I was gonna blow it.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m not as nervous as I was then, but there’s something about you, {0}.

EVAN_EMBARRASSED: You make me lose my cool. I’ve been trying hard to hide it.

Yeah, I can tell

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah I can tell.

EVAN_HAPPY: And there was me thinking I was hiding it well.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’ll have to up my game.

I had no idea

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I had no idea!

PLAYER_HAPPY: You hide it well.

EVAN_HAPPY: I do try.

EVAN_FLIRTY: Here’s something I don’t want to hide, I’m really happy I’ve gotten another date with you.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’ve always had this feeling there was a connection between us.

EVAN_FLIRTY: And then you chose to marry me, so I knew the feeling I had was spot on.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m enjoying the opportunity to get to know you, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

EVAN_HAPPY: I didn’t know what to expect coming here, I wasn’t sure I’d connect with anyone.

EVAN_HAPPY: Then I met you and, wow.

EVAN_HAPPY: All I can say. My time here has been better than I could have ever expected.

EVAN_IDLE: But I don’t think I’m the only one that feels that way.

EVAN_IDLE: {0} and Travis didn’t seem too chuffed when you chose to marry me.

EVAN_HAPPY: I was definitely picking up on some jealousy there.

EVAN_HAPPY: What do you reckon, {0}. Are they my competition?

They’re both in the running

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Travis more.

PLAYER_IDLE: And I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

EVAN_IDLE: I totally get that.

EVAN_HAPPY: I’m still confident in our connection though.

EVAN_FLIRTY: All I need is a bit of time and I guarantee I’ll have all your attention.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How do you plan on getting it?

Only Travis is

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Travis more.

EVAN_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

Only {0} is

PLAYER_IDLE: I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

EVAN_IDLE: I totally understand.

EVAN_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

You’ve got my sole attention

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Right now, I’m only focusing on you.

EVAN_FLIRTY: You’re making me blush!

EVAN_FLIRTY: I did pick up on the right now phrasing.

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can keep your focus solely on me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

EVAN_FLIRTY: For starters, I’d keep you laughing with my excellent banter.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Excellent?

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’m standing by it, it’s excellent.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Ok, what else will you do?

EVAN_FLIRTY: I’ll remind you how amazing you are at every opportunity.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Now’s an opportunity.

Evan leans closer to you.

EVAN_FLIRTY: You are amazing, {0}.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Even though we shared that incredible night on the daybeds together.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Note to self. Must get {0} more flowers.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: I was still nervous about choosing to marry you.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: But I’m so glad I went for it.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I took a gamble marrying you in Snog, Marry, Pie and I’m so glad it paid off.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: There’s no one else I’d rather be on a date with.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to hear.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: And judging from Snog, Marry, Pie I’m not the only one that thinks that.

TRAVIS_IDLE: It’s no secret you have options, {0}.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Evan and {0} have made that pretty clear.

TRAVIS_IDLE: You don’t have to tell me. But are you interested in exploring something with them?

Yes, with Evan

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Evan more.

TRAVIS_IDLE: As long as I’m not cut out of the picture completely…

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me anyway.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really, how do you plan on doing that?

Yes, with {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Yeah, I get that, {0}.

TRAVIS_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely…

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me anyway.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

I’m interested in both of them

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Evan more.

PLAYER_IDLE: And I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Yeah, I get that, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’m still confident about our connection though.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: All I need is a bit of time and I guarantee I’ll have all your attention.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Is that so? How do you plan on getting it?

I’m only into you

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Right now, the only option I’m interested in is you.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: That’s very good to hear, {0}.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I did pick up on the right now phrasing.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can keep your focus solely on me though.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

I’d rather not say

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not say.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Fair enough, {0}.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m just hoping I can show you I’m worth your full focus.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How intriguing, how do you intend to do that?

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: For starters, I’d keep you laughing with my excellent banter.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Excellent?

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m standing by it, it’s excellent.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Ok, what else will you do?

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’ll remind you how amazing you are at every opportunity.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Now’s an opportunity.

Travis leans closer to you.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: You are amazing, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: After the first night I got to share a bed with you.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I couldn’t imagine sleeping beside anyone else.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

{0}_SAD: After {1} stole you, I was worried that it would push us apart.

{0}_HAPPY: But you chose to spend the night with me, even after that.

{0}_SAD: And I know the next day you had some doubts, but I knew that couldn’t be it for us.

{0}_HAPPY: And then you asked to marry me.

{0}_FLIRTY: I didn’t think things could get any better after that night on the daybeds.

{0}_FLIRTY: I won’t be forgetting that anytime soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You should get me flowers more often.

{0}_FLIRTY: Oh, I plan to.

{0}_HAPPY: I was so relieved we hadn’t lost our connection.

PLAYER_IDLE: What about you and {0}?

PLAYER_IDLE: She didn’t seem friendzoned during Snog, Marry, Pie.

{0}_IDLE: There’s nothing between us, {1}. I promise, that’s in the past.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t think of anyone else but you.

{0}_IDLE: You believe me, right?

Of course I do

PLAYER_HAPPY: I believe you, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m happy to hear that.

{0}_IDLE: I didn’t think you’d doubt me after earlier today.

{0}_IDLE: I never would have done that if I was interested in {1}.

Not one word

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t believe you, {0}. Not. One. Word.

{0}_SAD: I’m sorry you feel that way, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: Especially after earlier today.

{0}_IDLE: I never would have done that if I was interested in {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll prove to you, you’re the only person I’m interested in.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll keep putting the work in to prove you’re the only person I’m interested in.

Actions speak louder than words

PLAYER_IDLE: Actions speak louder than words in here, {0}.

{0}_IDLE: You’re not wrong.

{0}_IDLE: It can be hard to know what’s true in here.

{0}_IDLE: But after the time we spent together earlier.

{0}_IDLE: I never would have done it if I was interested in {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I’ll prove to you, you’re the only person I’m interested in.

{0}_IDLE: But I’m going to put the work in to prove you’re the only person I’m interested in.

{0}_IDLE: Tonight’s dumping makes getting this date with you even more special.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah?

{0}_IDLE: I don’t want either of us to leave. But we’ve had a really great ride, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Our time in Casa Amor was perfect.

{0}_HAPPY: And I wanted it to be smooth sailing all the way.

{0}_IDLE: But {1} didn’t help with that plan.

{0}_IDLE: And neither did {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I want us to get back to smooth sailing.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t you want that too, {1}?

Yes, no more drama

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m sooo over the drama!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just want to have fun and enjoy myself.

{0}_HAPPY: Same here.

I can’t say

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know what I want.

{0}_IDLE: That’s ok, you don’t have to know.

{0}_HAPPY: Let’s just enjoy the rest of our date.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

{0}_SAD: After Vicky stole you, I was so worried it would push us apart.

BONNIE_SAD: But you chose to spend the night with me, even after she stole you.

BONNIE_SAD: And I know the next day you had some regrets, but I just knew that couldn’t be it for us.

BONNIE_HAPPY: And then you asked to marry me.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I didn’t think things could get any better after we shared that night on the daybeds.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I won’t be forgetting that anytime soon.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You should get me flowers more often.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Oh I plan to.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I was so relieved we hadn’t lost our connection.

BONNIE_IDLE: Tonight’s dumping makes getting this date with you even more special.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yeah?

BONNIE_IDLE: I don’t want either of us to leave. But we’ve had a really great ride.

BONNIE_IDLE: Don’t you think, {0}?

It’s been great

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ve had such an amazing time, Bonnie.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I wouldn’t change a thing.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I couldn’t agree more.

Not really

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s not been that great.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: That’s told me!

BONNIE_HAPPY: Hopefully this date will make you feel differently.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Our time in Casa Amor was pretty perfect to me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I wanted it to be smooth sailing all the way.

BONNIE_IDLE: But Vicky didn’t help with that plan.

BONNIE_IDLE: I just want it to be uncomplicated, so we can focus on having fun with each other.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Don’t you want that too, {0}?

Let’s say goodbye to the drama

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m soooo over the drama!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just want to have fun and enjoy myself.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Same here.

I can’t say

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know what I want.

BONNIE_IDLE: That’s ok, you don’t have to know.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Let’s just enjoy the rest of our date.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

VICKY_HAPPY: I took a gamble marrying you in Snog, Marry, Pie and I’m so glad it paid off.

VICKY_HAPPY: Even though we shared that incredible night on the daybeds together.

VICKY_HAPPY: Note to self. Must get {0} more flowers.

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: I was still nervous about choosing to marry you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Really?

VICKY_HAPPY: Yeah! But I’m so glad I went for it.

VICKY_HAPPY: There’s no one else I’d rather be on a date with.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good to know.

VICKY_HAPPY: And judging from Snog, Marry, Pie I’m not the only one that thinks that.

VICKY_IDLE: It’s no secret you have options, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: Throw a stone in this place and it would land on someone who has a thing for you.

VICKY_IDLE: Bonnie and {0} have made it pretty clear they’re open to you.

VICKY_IDLE: You don’t have to tell me…

VICKY_IDLE: But are you interested in exploring something with them?

Me and Bonnie have a connection

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Bonnie more.

VICKY_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely, I can deal with it.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me anyway.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really, how do you plan on doing that?

{0} is my day one

PLAYER_IDLE: I have a lot of history with {0}, those feelings don’t just disappear.

VICKY_IDLE: Yeah, I get that, {0}.

VICKY_IDLE: As long as I’m not out of the picture completely, I can deal with it.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can get your focus solely on me anyway.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

I’m interested in both of them

PLAYER_IDLE: I could see myself wanting to get to know Bonnie more.

PLAYER_IDLE: And I have a lot of history with {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Those feelings don’t just disappear.

VICKY_IDLE: Yeah, I get that, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: I’m still confident about our connection though.

VICKY_FLIRTY: All I need is a bit of time and I guarantee I’ll have all your attention.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Is that so? How do you plan on getting it?

I’m only into you

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Right now, the only option I’m interested in is you.

VICKY_FLIRTY: That’s very good to hear, {0}.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I did pick up on the right now phrasing.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m pretty confident I can keep your focus solely on me though.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Oh really? How do you plan on doing that?

I’d rather not say

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not say.

VICKY_IDLE: Fair enough, {0}.

VICKY_FLIRTY: I’m just gonna keep doing what I can to show you what you mean to me.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How intriguing, what does that consist of?

VICKY_FLIRTY: For starters, I’ll remind you how amazing you are at every opportunity.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Now’s an opportunity.

Vicky leans closer to you.

VICKY_FLIRTY: You are amazing, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: After the first night I got to share a bed with you.

VICKY_HAPPY: I couldn’t imagine sleeping beside anyone else.

You both take a sip of your drinks and admire the surroundings.

{0}_IDLE: I’m sure everyone has asked who you think is in trouble tonight.

{0}_IDLE: Has today changed your mind about who you want to go?

Not even a little

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, I still think the same people are going.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_IDLE: I’ve changed my mind so many times today.

{0}_IDLE: Not long until you find out if you were right.

I’m seeing things differently now

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I’ve changed my mind.

{0}_IDLE: I’m not surprised, I’ve changed my mind so many times today.

{0}_IDLE: Look at us, being on the same wavelength, how romantic.

I never knew

PLAYER_IDLE: I actually never really knew who I wanted to go.

{0}_SURPRISED: Really?

{0}_IDLE: I’ve always known…

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Actually, I’ve changed my mind a few times.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you think is happening back at the villa?

{0}_IDLE: Other than everyone continuing to speculate about tonight?

{0}_HAPPY: Grafting, grafting and ermmm, more grafting!

PLAYER_IDLE: If you’re here {0} won’t be grafting anyone.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m not even remotely interested in what’s happening at the villa.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m only interested in you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’d love to stay out here a little longer and chat some more.

{0}_FLIRTY: What do you say, {1}, do you wanna stay here and talk some more?

*I want to stay and talk

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I was in no hurry to leave.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s music to my ears, {1}.

We should get back

PLAYER_IDLE: We should probably get back.

{0}_FLIRTY: Are you sure?

{0}_HAPPY: This could be our final night here.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t you want to spend as much time alone as we can?

*I do

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re right, we should take advantage of this alone time.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s music to my ears, {1}.

Nah, I think we should leave

PLAYER_IDLE: We really should get back.

{0}_IDLE: Ok, {1}. I should probably get my stuff organised, just in case.

{0}_FLIRTY: It means a lot that you wanted to stay with me a bit longer.

{0}_HAPPY: Today’s been a lot, but every time I’ve been with you I’ve felt a whole lot better.

{0}_HAPPY: You make me feel at ease and it’s so easy for me to open up around you.

{0}_HAPPY: I hope I make you feel the same.

We’re on the same page

PLAYER_HAPPY: You do! I feel so comfortable around you, like I could tell you anything.

{0}_HAPPY: You can tell me anything, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: I want to know everything there is to know about you.

Quite the opposite

PLAYER_IDLE: You don’t, {0}.

{0}_SAD: That’s disappointing.

{0}_IDLE: Hopefully I can change that.

You’re getting there

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re certainly getting closer, {0}.

{0}_IDLE: Hopefully I can keep doing that.

{0}_FLIRTY: These things can take time.

{0}_HAPPY: I appreciate how honest you are.

{0}_HAPPY: I love that we’re on the same page.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s one of the many reasons why my head isn’t turning for anyone else.

PLAYER_IDLE: How can you be so sure?

{0}_FLIRTY: Other than the simple fact there’s no one else I’d rather be sitting across from?

{0}_FLIRTY: You light up a room, you know how to have a good time, you make me laugh.

{0}_FLIRTY: {1}, you make my heart go a mile a minute.

{0}_HAPPY: That actually reminds me of a funny story.

PLAYER_HAPPY: A funny story involving miles? Can it really be true?

{0}_HAPPY: I think you’ll find it can be.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the 10 outta 10 hot boy you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the cool, calm, collected guy you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always this alluring man of mystery you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the suave guy you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the easy going Adonis you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the alluring artist you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the confident snack of a woman you see before you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wasn’t always the enticing banter queen you see before you.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Surely that can’t be true?!

{0}_HAPPY: Your sarcasm has been noted and ignored.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Will you be getting to the point sometime soon?

{0}_IDLE: It was secondary school. Sports day.

{0}_IDLE: The 100 metre sprint was my sport of choice.

PLAYER_IDLE: Are there any miles in this story?

{0}_IDLE: No, I just wanted to tell this story and needed some sort of bridging.

{0}_HAPPY: As I was saying, it was sports day and winning was on my mind.

{0}_HAPPY: There were a few of us in the race, but my sole competition was Morgan.

{0}_HAPPY: Morgan had been beating me for years, this was my moment to turn the tables.

{0}_HAPPY: We lined up at the starting blocks. The whistle blew and we were off.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m sure you can guess what happened next.

You lost, by a lot?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Something tells me you lost, but an embarrassing amount?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I wish I could tell you you’re wrong…

{0}_HAPPY: And I can, because I won. My feet barely touched the ground.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I guess congratulations are in order.

{0}_HAPPY: I can still see the look on Morgan’s face.

{0}_HAPPY: Utter despair.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t know if I’d describe this as a funny story?

{0}_HAPPY: You’re right, it’s a story of victory.

You won by a landslide?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Something tells me you won, by an impressive amount?

{0}_IDLE: Technically, I was the victor.

{0}_HAPPY: My feet barely touched the ground, I was flying through the air.

{0}_HAPPY: I crossed that finish line like there was a million pounds waiting on the other side.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, what’s with the technically?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well... turns out I false started and I was quickly disqualified.

{0}_HAPPY: In my heart though, I’m still a winner.

{0} laughs at the memory.

PLAYER_HAPPY: At least you can laugh about it.

I can’t guess

PLAYER_IDLE: I couldn’t possibly guess, please spill the beans.

{0}_IDLE: Well, {1}, technically, I was the victor.

{0}_HAPPY: My feet barely touched the ground, I was flying through the air.

{0}_HAPPY: I crossed that finish line like there was a million pounds waiting on the other side.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, what’s with the technically?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Well... turns out I false started and I was quickly disqualified.

{0}_HAPPY: In my heart though, I’m still a winner.

{0} laughs at the memory.

PLAYER_HAPPY: At least you can laugh about it.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You feel like having a race now?

{0}_FLIRTY: My racing days are over. There is something I’d like to do now though.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh, what’s that?

{0}_FLIRTY: Right now there’s nothing I’d rather do than kiss you.

Kiss like it’s your last chance

You stand up and walk towards {0}’s side of the table.

She stands and meets you halfway.

As you wrap your arms around her neck, her arms go around your waist.

Your bodies come together and your eyes close as your lips meet.

This feeling is beyond simple passion, you find yourself lost in a wave of euphoria.

You cling to each other not wanting this moment to end, the softness of her lips against yours is perfection.

You bring the passionate kiss to a close and look at each other. A satisfied smile on {0}’s face.

He stands and meets you halfway.

As you wrap your arms around his neck, his arms go around your waist.

Your bodies come together and your eyes close as your lips meet.

This feeling is beyond simple passion, you find yourself lost in waves of euphoria.

You cling to each other not wanting this moment to end, the softness of his lips against yours is perfection.

You bring the passionate kiss to a close and look at each other. A satisfied smile on {0}’s face.

Gentle peck

You stand up and walk towards {0}’s side of the table.

She stands and meets you halfway. As you wrap your arms around her neck, her arms go around your waist.

Your bodies come together and your eyes close as you place a gentle, but passionate kiss on {0}’s lips.

You pull away from {0} and look into her eyes.

He stands and meets you halfway. As you wrap your arms around his neck, his arms go around your waist.

Your bodies come together and your eyes close as you place a gentle, but passionate kiss on {0}’s lips.

You pull away from {0} and look into his eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we should leave it there.

A hug is fine

You stand up and walk towards {0}’s side of the table.

She stands and meets you halfway. As you wrap your arms around her neck, her arms go around your waist.

You let yourself melt into her warm embrace.

You finally pull away from {0} and look into each other's eyes.

He stands and meets you halfway. As you wrap your arms around his neck, his arms go around your waist.

You let yourself melt into his warm embrace.

You finally pull away from {0} and look into each other's eyes.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think we should leave it there.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t imagine having this experience without you, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: The day I met you I knew you’d be the one I’d go to the final with.

{0}_HAPPY: We might have had some uncertain moments, but it’s always been you, {1}.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Sorry if that was too intense.

It’s a bit much

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: That was a bit TMI.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, I worried it might be.

{0}_IDLE: But I just wanted you to know, in case I go tonight.

I’m so glad you told me!

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s so sweet! I love that you shared that with me.

{0}_HAPPY: Phew! I was worried you’d think it was a bit much.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No way!

PLAYER_FLIRTY: In fact, I’m looking forward to all the other nice things you’ll say about me.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m happy we got to spend this time together, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: Definitely feel even closer to you now.

With the date over, the two of you head back into the villa.

You and {0} are chatting happily about your date as you cross the lawn.

{0}_IDLE: It’s so quiet, everyone must be inside.

{0}_IDLE: You’d think they’d be here to get the gossip on the date.

{0}_HAPPY: I guess they’re not as nosey as I thought.

You and {0} are suddenly stopped in your tracks as you notice two figures in the garden.

They appear to be getting intimate, as one of them straddles the other.

You and {0} stand open-mouthed as you realise the figure on top is Uma.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Is that Uma?!

{0}_SURPRISED: It is, and that is not {1} she’s straddling!

NARRATOR: I know what we’re all thinking, what a scandal!

NARRATOR: But for all we know Uma’s straddling might have a completely innocent explanation…

NARRATOR: Like there was a really strong gust of wind and that straddle was the only thing keeping her from being whisked away…

NARRATOR: Nah, I don’t buy it either. This just might go from a Double Dumping to a quadruple!

NARRATOR: Find out next time if Uma and her late night lover can talk their way out of this one.

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