#they put it on their board to help with traction

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fanfic Idea: Catnip for Heros

Danny Fenton gains a particular reputation in Amity Park for being a "Catnip for Heros."

It started in Freshman year. Phantom was seen coming and going from his house at odd times. It wasn't a very well-kept secret- neighbors would see the glowing teenager in broad daylight.

The ghost hunters who owned the house were the only people unaware of the ghost flying out of the third window on the second floor—Danny's bedroom. At first, they thought it was a one-time thing.

Maybe the ghost wanted to have a little bit of fun now that he was stationed back in the human world? Fenton was rather good-looking when he cleaned up and could be charming when he wasn't dodging his responsibilities.

The A-listers started a rumor that Danny Fenton was relatively easy if all it took was Phantom saving him once. Still, the rumor never gained traction since Fenton seemed flustered at the most minor compliments. Instead, he seemed to jump out of his skin whenever anyone hinted of being interested in him- romantically or friends with benefits.

Never mind when his nighttime rendezvous with Phantom was brought up. Boy looked mortified to have it even suggested, as in burst into tears right then and there.

Even the A-listers weren't that mean. (Some think it was more due to their respect for Phantom than anything.)

Then Fenton was spotted flying on the hoverboard of Red Huntress, clinging to her like a damsel in distress. It would have been a simple rescue that the hero was known for doing, except she often carried him about without a ghost.

It became customary to hear her board humming through the air, Fenton either holding tight to her suffering stance or being carried in her strong arms. As usual, Red Huntress's face was completely covered, but her body language was open and friendly, curved toward Fenton as if he were the sun to her flower.

Red Huntress slowly but surely became more visible in public sight. Unlike Phantom, she normal vanished as soon as a fight was done. People speculated that she was human, but no one could prove it.

Once Dash Baxter was able to film Fenton literally kicking his feet and giggling as Red Huntress hovered in the air, one arm under his knees and the other on his back in a classic princess carry. She had bought him a street hot dog, and Fenton was acting like it was an engagement ring.

The video spread like wildfire through Casper High, and soon, people whispered that Fenton and Phantom had ended. Then two days later, a new video of Phantom flying out of Fenton's room at two in the morning was passed along by two jocks that had been out doing an extreme workout run through the city.

Students of Casper High wondered if Fenton was daring enough to two-time the town heroes. Wes put a stop to the accusations when he flagged down Huntress and asked her about Fenton's relationship with Phantom.

Of course, Wes meant that Fenton and Phantom were the same person (he was crazy like that), but everyone knew it was more about possible cheating. She shattered the thought with, "Phantom and I share Fenton," and flew away, leaving everyone with their jaws dropping.

However, what got Fenton his nickname was the day the Justice League arrived to ask Phantom for help against an invading paranormal force. It was a whole, saving the world; you're our last hope scenario.

People in Amity watched the battle updates from various news outlets. It seemed a bit touch and go for a while, but thankfully, Phantom and Batman could pull through and push back the undead. The streets of the small town flooded with cheering citizens who were overjoyed their town hero did it.

Red Huntress even flew over the city throwing "Phantom #1" foam fingers. It was cute how excited she was for her boyfriend. Fenton was notably absent during that time, but she said it was fine, so people let it go.

It put Amity Park on the map. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know about Phantom and his exploits. News crews, reporters, and even celebrity gossip rags were scouting the tiny town, looking for anything on Phantom besides "He's really old. Really powerful. Dead."

One Jimmy Olsen managed to get the most giant scoop of Earth's newest and hottest hero. It was of Phantom, leaning awfully close to a flustered-looking Fenton. One tilt of his head and their two lips would have been brushing.

Olsen took the shot, forgetting about his flash, and watched Phantom fade out of sight. Fenton looked horrified and raced away before Olsen could ask him questions.

Undeterred, Olsen spent a whole day searching for Fenton and nearly gave up until he happened to find the teenager in the local park, sitting on Red Robins's lap as the hero played with his hair. Shocked, Olsen snapped the photo, watching the two for a while, getting more and more footage. They fed each other ice cream at one point and raced back to the hotel to show Lois.

She excitably jumped on the idea of a plain civilian boy with heroes, especially after some digging showed his connection to Phantom and Red Huntress.

They decided they needed proof before pitching the idea back home, and Fenton was caught in similar positions with Orphan, Superboy (the clone on Red Robin's team), Inpulse, Blue Beatle (the younger new one), and Supergirl. All in a month.

"He's really going through them, huh?" Olsen muttered while the story was posted. The header read, "Danny Fenton: Teenage heartthrob that is Catnip for Heros!"

It's an overnight hit sensation.

Miles away, hiding his face in his hands, is Danny Fenton, surrounded by all the young heroes laughing so hard a few nearly break a rib.

"My Obsession is Protection and Love. It's not my fault I need cuddles from those I care about to function!" The teen cries after reading the somewhat scandalous article and pictures of himself.

"We know Danny," Tim assures him, tucking the boy under his chin. "Getting high off of love is a medical condition."

"Wait, does he actually get high?" Kara asks. "I thought he was just getting giggly 'cause he's cute like that."

"Nope. The emotion humans- and Kryptonians, I guess- release when love- any form of it- causes Danny to get high. Blown pupils. Seeing streaks of lights. Laughing silly. The whole sha-bang." Kon laughs, reaching out to pat Danny's shoulder. The teenager half-buried his face more in his hands with a muffled cry. "He once got so high after Bruce told him how proud he was of him that he created a duplicate and had a staring contest with it to see who had the right to the last bag of chips."

Jaime holds up the tablet, pointing to a photo. "It's the one that started this whole catnip thing. Also, how honored I am to be included in the harem? My popularity had never been higher."

"Stop!" Danny cries. This isn't funny. How am I supposed to protect my secret identity when the whole world thinks I'm "Making my way through all the young heroes?"

"You could marry me," Bart offers. "No one will expect you to run off with a speedster ironically."

"You have to go through Bruce first," Tim tells him; though there is a smile on his face, his eyes are ice cold. "And the rest of my family. Danny is destined to be a Wayne."

"Bruce can't adopt me; I have parents."

"I meant marry in love."

"Tim, now is not the time to state a claim." Kara sighs and then narrows her eyes. "Danny is going to marry into the El family."

"Not if we Allens have anything to say about it!"Bart shouts.

Kon and Jaime watch as Danny slips to the floor a smile slowly blooming on his face as various heroes start yelling at each other. "Should we tell them he's getting high right now or-?"

"Nah, it's fine."

[by-allison-kai]

I've seen a lot of people talk about not getting traction on tumblr lately, especially in Writeblr circles. And as someone who's been around long enough to watch the landscape change, and watch people come and go, I thought I'd offer some tips.

Interact with other writers

This seems like an obvious first step, but a lot of people don't really take it on board. Think about the sort of reaction you'd like to receive, and then do that for others. Did you share your writing and hope someone would like it, comment on it, or maybe share it? Do that for others. If you see someone's writing and you like it, consider reblogging it and adding tags/comments to express your thoughts.

If you want to participate in ask games, consider adding a note to your bio/intro post that you're open to tags. Then share a bit of your writing in a game, and tag other people. If you want asks, remember to send asks. Don't expect something for nothing.

Be a positive force

No one wants to interact with someone who's discouraging and negative all the time. Put your best face forward! Obviously this doesn't mean there isn't room for negative posts - we all vent from time to time - but don't make it your entire personality. Show some enthusiasm for being part of the writing community, and show excitement in your work. If you don't care about being here, why should anyone else care that you are? If you don't care about your writing, why should anyone else want to read it?

Actively seek improvement

We're all learning. No one is a perfect writer, and there's a whole world of information out there. Try new techniques, try a different genre if you're looking for a change. Look to improve. And don't be afraid to ask for constructive feedback if you're unsure about something or if you're struggling with your writing.

~

It also helps to remember that there's a wealth of different peoples on tumblr - if you haven't found your fit yet, keep looking. Not everyone will gel with you, and that's fine. It takes time to become part of a community.

[tinydefector]

The Rung transfluid headcanon 😵‍💫 I already drink those daily 🤭

Could I offer up Sunder as being the new Monster Ultra flavor: Fantasy Ruby Red?

Oh the amount of headcannons I have over the transfluid atm is insane. I'm working on a Swerve fic for it atm. I wasn't actually expecting ,y silly shit post to get so much traction over the bots XD

So where I am in Australia energy drinks are limited in what you can find and today I'm in one of the cities so gonna see what lovelies I can find.

I had to go look up that monster and kinda went down a rabbit hole for Sunder and Rung

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Firstly. Rung

The first time Rung gets oral from you, it's just to blow off steam after a day, which just didn't turn out well. Man gets put through the ringer a lot with watching everyone else's mental health that sometimes he forgets to look after himself.

He's lent back in his chair venting softly one servo on the back of your head optics half lidded as he just watches, after all you had offered to help with stress relief after hearing a rumour from another human on board.

Rung is extremely high strung, so when your lips and fingers rotate between teasing his spike and pressing your face into his valve, he begins to figure something up.

It's only once he overloads and he's there optics closed debating getting up to clean up that he can still feel you eagerly cleaning up the mess.

And he just gets fixated on watching as you lick up his spike, transfluid covering your tongue and lips

He thinks its a one time thing until two days later he has you back between his thighs working him up for another overload and when he pulls you away because he doesn't want to make a mess and the protest you put up. Begging to taste him again

It is eventually a subject he takes to not just the medics but also the scientist, quite worried about the effects of it since Transfluid is. A by product of Energon. He learns that.

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-no it isn't harmful to humans the same way energon is.

- aslong as you can limit your human on how much they consume as it can eventually give them energy sickness if they have to much 5-6 litres in a 24 time stamp

-the human body needs time to flush it out. Because it works very much the same as energy drinks if you have to much it can stop your heart or give you cardiac problems

-it's quite additive and companionable to human caffeinated drinks, and when the bots realise that there us a full meeting about the effects.

- energon seems to get converted into a very similar thing to taurine which is an amino acid containing sulphur but alot of the minerals and nutrients that Cybertronians live off from their treats, food sources and energon what adds in all the other things.

-Perceptor and ratchet discovered that Transfluid is better for human consumption than energy drinks not by a lot but more the fact you can consume more of it with less problems.

- and each bot seemed to have different 'flavours' and it becomes a full thing of asking their partner what they taste like. And eventually the 'flavour mods'

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And on the Case of Sunder I present to you these monsters as an offering as well.

So we have

Sunder : rehab strawberry lemonade/Ultra ruby red

Overload : rehab recovery watermelon

Senator shockwave: rehab green tea

Elita one: rehab pink lemonade

Chromia: rehab protean

Wheejack: rehab tea + lemonade

Wings : rehab gojo tea

Let me know if you would like to be added to tag list (tagged for every fic)

[crippledwithrage]

I'm somewhere between a B and A cup, so I'm on the smaller side of chests. I've tried different methods of taping and all it did was make them not jiggle when I walked- like a tape bra.

This method, however focuses on the pec shape rather than flattening perfectly.

I came up with it after wasting half a roll of trans tape on other methods, but this one really helped me!

All bodies are different so don't be afraid to experiment with different styles!

Make sure ur musty ass is clean when you put the tape on or you'll be taping over dirt and sweat which is going to give yourself an infection.

Here's a tutorial I found on larger chests and bodies!>>> https://youtu.be/USNvHelRBoU

When making the anchor (the part that sticks to your skin before you pull the rest of it) make sure it's flat and attached well using heat and friction.

(Round the fucking corners of the tape! It gives more traction! )

The first strip is 3 segments and starts near the bottom of the breast where the skin folds over, and pulls up towards the armpit diagonally.

Be sure to pull up first. If you pull down, it may damage the tissue and make top surgery impossible.

The second piece pulls downwards diagonally from the top towards the bottom of the ribs at the back (near your floating ribs). Make sure it doesn't wrap all the way to your shoulder blades.

(That way you can reach It to take it off properly)

It's important not to do this backwards because you shouldn't pull down! It should look like pecs, but remember, cutting board flat is unrealistic and dangerous!

The skin will itch in the middle so feel free to use anti itch cream to alleviate.

Remember > the tissue may be more dense like mine which makes this using transtape frustrating.

Again, feel free to alter it if it doesn't work.

If you have sensory issues, be aware of your boundaries! You can feel the tape on you but don't be afraid to say that it doesn't feel right.

Adjust it or try a different binder. Fytist is the best for sensory friendly binding.

With tape, you'll be able to feel your shirt on your chest and back when using transtape too, so that's something to get used to.

Wear a heavy jacket or sit against something to make that odd sensation go away.

I'm disabled, and I have issues with my oxygen levels so breathing properly is a must. Binders can make it hard to breathe and cause joint pain which is a bitch of a time for me. In the summer, especially, since they get hot.

Binders work for me, luckily, but this method of tape allows for clear breathing.

No squeezing sensation and free range of movement.

It minimizes pain, and allows me to breathe freely as I would with nothing on. If you have breathing problems and can use tape, I highly suggest this.

You can sleep in this stuff and use it for 4 ish days. If it hurts or pulls, or even blisters, take it off! It's better to have a bad day than to live with a mistake forever. Bind safely!

This is for those of you who feel like they're not "flat enough ". Markipier is a cis man and I personally love that he never hides that his chest is somewhat fuller. He has pecs and wears tighter shirts, and this is literally the norm for men. This is the shape you should be going for, not cutting board flat. Most men aren't flat anyways.

When in dysphoria, remember markipier!

Lastly, if you can get cutting board flat, be sure to check if your method is safe and that you're not pulling down. If it's safe, congrats! But I will find you and I will delete your minecraft worlds if you bully others about their chest.

Stay safe out there, queers!

[joehawke]

okay but - hear me out,

Steddie au where after the upside down, Eddie survives, all is well, and he and Steve end up getting closer (what with helping the kids heal and what not, and if they happened to start focusing on healing with one another, well who had to know?) but with the amount of head trauma Steve had, he slowly starts losing his memory piece by piece. Eventually Eddie catches on, and it’s just the little things that give it away (I.E Steve not remembering stuff he normally would, and yeah, Eddie passed it off a few times because Steve’s forgetful, but never like this). Eddie finally makes Steve schedule a consult with his doctor and wouldn’t you know it, Steve’s memory is slowly deteriorating. The doctor says he has a couple months before Steve’s memory is completely gone, blank, a fresh canvas. And maybe this could be a fresh start, but steve doesn’t see it that way. In a fit of panic, Steve makes Eddie vow to not tell the kids or Robin or Nancy, makes Eddie vow to take this to the grave despite Eddie’s claims that this isn’t what they’d want. Eddie wakes up one day a few months in to Steve’s side of the bed completely cold, the sheets frozen and smoothed over to the touch like they’ve been void of warmth and weight for well over a few hours now. All that’s in his place is a stack of envelopes, all in Steve’s sloppy hand writing Eddie’s come to know so well. There’s letters addressed to all the kids, to Robin, to nancy, there’s even one addressed to hopper and Joyce. And lastly, Eddie’s name is scrawled out on the very last one.

Fast forward roughly around 2 years later: Eddie tried to move on from Steve, he really did. It was rough. God it was so rough not only for him, but watching his friends and family go through losing their Steve too. Eddie would be lying if he said he gave up on looking for Steve, god he’s been looking for Steve since he opened up that god forsaken envelope. And yet, despite searching high and low, Steve pops up when Eddie was least expecting.

Corroded Coffin hasn’t made it big yet, but they’re slowly gaining traction as they make it around to different towns to do small gigs. They’re currently stationed out in butt fuck nowhere in a small town in Indiana, and Jeff insisted on walking around the town. Eddie eventually wanders off on his own, claiming if he doesn’t get caffeine in him in the next 3 minutes he’s gonna fall asleep to the sound of Gareth’s rambling. He walks up a block until he finds a small coffee shop. It’s not the cutest thing, obviously is being worked on and reconstructed, but as long as they have coffee, Eddie could care less. The bell rings to the small glass door as Eddie pushes it open. There’s paintings lying on the booths and the smell of fresh paint hits him. Maybe the open sign in the window was put up too early?

“Be right with you!” A soft voice calls from the back, and Eddie shrugs off his previous thought, shoving his hands in his pocket as he takes a look at the (incomplete) chalk board above the counter. Eddie turns to look at the paintings scattered across the small shop, taking in the hues of different colors and landscapes. They’re good.

“Sorry about the clutter, renovating. I just opened” the voice from the back says, now closer. And maybe the soft scratchy drawl should’ve been more obvious, or maybe the weird presence eddie feels sitting hot on his gut, but Eddie almost pukes when he smells Farrah Faucet hairspray in his vicinity, and that should’ve been sign enough. But still, Eddie turns to the sound he used to fall asleep to, and the overwhelming smell that once used to sweep his pillows, and everything in him plummets to the floor because standing in clear daylight is Steve fucking Harrington. Eddie thinks he’s gonna be sick.

Something must register in Eddie’s demeanor, because Steve is saying something, but all Eddie can hear is static.

“Steve?” Eddie asks out shakily, reaching out before thinking better of it and moving his hand back like he’s been burned.

“Uh, yeah that’s me? Do I know you?” Steve asks, and Eddie’s heart plummets even farther. A wet chuckle makes its way up Eddie’s throat, and yeah, not his best move, but it’s better than the bile that was following close behind.

“I uh - I-“ and this isn’t happening right now. This is some fucked up dream Eddie’s having, a figment of his fucked imagination. A bad trip. He has to leave. But he can’t get his legs to work.

“You okay sir?” Steve asks gently, putting his hand delicately on Eddie’s shoulder and it takes every fiber and being in Eddie not to break down in sobs over the contact. A part of Eddie wants to yell at Steve, wants to scream and cry and ask why, but the other part, the more… logical part, knows why. Knows why Steve did what he did. Knows that the Steve standing in front of him isn’t the Steve he was 2 years ago. So Eddie does the only rational thing he knows how to do and he asks a detour question.

“Where are the paintings from?” He asks shakily, and Steve gives him an odd look, as if trying to read him. But he dismisses it and Eddie thanks a god he doesn’t quite believe in.

“Oh, um, here actually. Or, well my studio.” Steve says shyly, a blush coming to sit high on his cheeks and yeah, Eddie fucking missed that color.

“Studio?” Eddie asks, trying to calm his racing nerves

“Yeah, I uh, I painted them” Steve says, and Eddie’s heart breaks because here’s another piece of Steve eddie doesn’t know anything about. He doesn’t know anything about his Steve. What kind of world is he living in when he knows nothing about him? And maybe what he does next wasn’t throughly thought out, and yeah, maybe Eddie is chasing after a dead star, but Eddie also thinks he’d hate himself forever if he didn’t do what he does.

“I uh, I’ll be right back. I have to make a call outside.” Eddie stutters out, slowly walking back towards the door. He hastily grabs his phone out, almost tripping over his own feet as he gets ahold of it. He calls the band, calls his manager, and calls the kids and Robin back home. He doesn’t tell them why, or how long he’ll be, only tells them he’s on a mission. And when they ask if this mission will be worth it, Eddie has no idea, but he thinks falling in love with Steve Harrington once more might be pretty well worth it.

Or: basically eddie learns how to fall in love with the new Steve and Steve has no idea he’s already fallen in love with Eddie once before

[kirarafelis]

Character biographies part 1.5 + art!

DUNCAN

Name: Duncan 

Likes: Wild events. 

Dislikes: His given daily schedule and responsibilities. 

Known for: Being the only one not interested in any sort of justice within his family.

Why TDI?: To get something new and different out of life.

Duncan comes from a long line of cops. His dad is a cop. His mom is a cop. His uncle, aunt, grandma, and cousins are cops. Unlike them, however, Duncan isn't that interested in that end of the spectrum; he'd rather get some enjoyment, and he's the type who probably shouldn't be trusted with any sort of authority anyways. So Duncan's parents decided to just throw random hobbies at him to keep him from doing anything too mischievous, such as but not limited to: fashion, knitting, and sewing. He's already gotten some warnings, which his mom had to talk out. He's also been put into boarding school after several school hops and pretty much well indulged by his dad to keep him from screwing up their family line reputation. Duncan doesn't necessarily care enough to get the full learning experience from boarding school, though, in his words, he'd rather do an "innovative, creative" break in to show his artistic skills than go through another art class. He also has street smarts and isn't afraid to use them. Despite his cocky nature, the therapists who have worked with Duncan will say he has potential and wants to do good for the world; it just isn't shown exactly through his exterior. When Duncan isn't being put through excessive work or lectures, he looks for ways to curb his boredom, like signing up for Total Drama Island. Duncan figured it couldn't be much worse than a day at boarding school. and, who knows, it could be fun to mess around there. It's not like he's doing anything else this summer.

GWEN

Name: Gwen

Likes: Hosting mold breaking parties from the norm with her little brother.

Dislikes: Following trends.

Known for: Putting beef bouillon cubes in the Community Pool

Why TDI?: To have a good time and the money would really help her mom.

The daughter of a single mom, Gwen was a latchkey kid who grew up taking care of her brother. That's cool with Gwen, because she likes helping out her mom and has tons of fun with her brother, too.

Like the time they put a bunch of beef bouillon cubes into the community pool. (At least the neighborhood dogs were happy!)

The only other thing that Gwen is REALLY passionate about is organizing parties. She believes they can be a substantial form of self-expression; she's been told plenty of her uniqueness for it, and she herself hopes to make the most norm-breaking party ever gain traction without having to go by a single trend for it. One day after all, the last thing she'd do is follow a trend. Maybe a Trent, but never a trend. (wink wink!) Although she's pretty popular for her parties, she is the loner at school. At the same time, she isn’t seen much with others; she spends most of her time instead watching and generating new ideas. But ask someone, and they will say that for a loner, she is a pretty rad one.

Gwen heard about total drama from her brother, and after looking into it, she decided it's just what she'd be looking for in an island retreat. Activities, fun, and relaxation.

Plus, if she wins the $100,000, it would sure make life easier for her mom. Gwen may seem tough as nails on the outside, but when it comes to her family, she's as soft as... well, a marshmallow.

GEOFF

Name: Geoff

Likes: Art, camping, and hanging out at the beach.

Dislikes: Parties that get too wild and shallow superficial people.

Known for: Always drawing in his free time at school.

Why TDI?: A experience different from the typical partying, if not that there’s camping.

Geoff grew up in a party town on the west coast. Spring break, long weekends, summertime—people came from all around to party in his town. So it's not a surprise due to the fact that Geoff isn’t exactly the biggest partygoer; he ended up coming across as an odd one out, or just quite literally an outcast. Now Geoff has seen, at a young age, how to really party. REALLY. He's the oldest of five brothers, but being the oldest also leads to the most responsibilities. Usually, when a party is over, he takes on the job of cleaning up the mess. (One time, almost the entire floor was flooded with fruit punch!) Now he doesn't hold any grudge against his brothers or parents for this, though; it is his duty as the eldest, but he isn't exactly happy about it either. And he thinks that at times the parties start to become too repetitive and similar. Even if Geoff says he hates the idea of doing parties entirely, thanks to his bohemian parents (who met, married, and conceived Geoff on a beach), Geoff still has chillaxin' party-hearty DNA in his blood, even if not apparent. He's the star quarterback on his high school football team, and they’ve scored plenty of wins, but the thing that truly highlights Geoff is his passion for art. A fair share of the cool kids are pretty interested in his art and hang out with him for it. He couldn’t care less about if they were “cool” or not, though; he’d hang out with anyone regardless of where they lie. Geoff's goal is to take a bit out of life and chew it until there's nothing left but seeds that he can scatter into the wind to start with a canvas all over again. His eventual plan is to become a professional artist who brings emotion and laughs with his works. He thinks that would be the most awesome career ever. He can't even imagine how great that would be, and he would definitely ace it, too. He wants to be able to make people feel together. Geoff also enjoys spending time at the beach or in the woods on weekends and sketching on his pad. Now, being real about it, Geoff wasn't exactly expecting to be on Total Drama Island this year; his brothers just thought he totally should give the show a try, so eventually he gave in and auditioned. He was surprised to actually be picked though he didn't actually expect to be spending his summer on a reality TV show. He doesn't mind too much, though; it might be fun.

BRIDGETTE

Name: Bridgette

Likes: Strummin’ on her ukulele

Dislikes: People who aren't kind to Mother Earth

Known For: Her sense of humor and creativity

Why TDI?: To spread the message of cosmic love through music.

Bridgette grew up in a small west coast town, and it shows. She’s always enjoyed the simple things, from the rhythm of a waterfall down to the melody of a bird. She’s an expert at riding bikes too; she first learned to ride one before she could even walk! When she’s just on a stroll, though, she's kind of klutzy. She's done her fair share of lead-outs. (And they were all on foot!) Luckily, she's also got a healing touch. Bridgette's strongest attributes are her sense of humor and her creativity. She's a pretty laid-back, go-with-the-flow girl, and her best friend is her mom. They both love flowers, crystals, and everything else that is part of Mother Nature's beautiful bounty. Bridgette's mom is proud of her not only because she's a giving person, but also because she's also on the honor roll at school. She’s also considered pretty cool for her ukulele-playing skills. People will say she can play it in a unique way you don’t see every day. Bridgette signed up for Total Drama Island because she always tries to open herself up to new opportunities. She's already biked off a hill in Peru, helped build houses in a third-world country, and spent a summer making rugs in a monastery in Nepal. Bridgette's goal is to keep the vibe flowing in a good way. That's why she always uses her ability to make soothing music to raise money for charities. She can be seen on social media or performing on the street, but no matter what, she makes sure she stores the money to be put to good use for good causes. Bridgette hopes that her time on Total Drama Island will spread the message of music to communicate nature and cosmic love to a larger audience.

TRENT

Name: Trent

Likes: Collecting seashells as well as everything else the shore has to offer… in pairs of nine.

Dislikes: His dad telling him to become an accountant.

Known For: Being a cool guy.

Why TDI?: It sounded like a good way to spend the summer

Trent is a guy who is very interested in the ocean and he believes it has spiritual secrets if you look deep enough. That’s why since he could barely walk he’s been exploring the shore. In fact He’s proud to call himself the most knowledgeable kid concerning the local beaches. Eventually, Trent's goal is to have his own full fledged rockin’ artifact collection. Trent is also peculiarly good at surfing in edition to that all. Trent has never gone out of his way to "get" people to like him. He'd just rather chill and get a good view of everything going on in the world. He's a straight shooter who tells it like it is. He would never say he's the "cool guy." Trent is the kind of guy who gets girls and has the other guys admiring him. He's just too likable to hate. His surfing and scavenging skills seal his status as one cool compadre. In his junior high graduating class he was voted as "Most Mysterious and Irresistible." (It was later discovered that the Voting Committee was comprised completely of girls, all of whom dated Trent.) Despite his good looks and easy going matter, Trent is smarter than he's given credit for. Though his grades don't reflect it, his IQ is well above anyone's expectations, including his own. His Dad wished he would follow in his footsteps and become an accountant, to which Trent has four words... NOT - IN - THIS - LIFETIME! Trent auditioned for Total Drama Island because it sounded like a cool way to spend the summer...and $100,000 would make a nice funding for that scuba gear and other

Footnote: Wow, this was harder than it should’ve been for me to make… if I had to say out of all of them here, Geoff took the longest to come up with. Even then though I feel like I could do better tried as hard as I could though for right now anyways, anddd I’m hoping to not take as long with future batches. Also I’ll definitely draw very cool shots for Tyler, Courtney, and Lindsay later on the future as well even if I already did their biographies.🤩

[peachypede]

If you have migraines, seizures, or narcolepsy I’d suggest either breaking frequently when playing Pokemon Violet/Scarlet or even waiting until they fix it.

I thought it was just a me thing. I have a history of being very sensitive to motion sickness especially in games and I also have TMJD which causes frequent migraines. But I have been reading up on other peoples anecdotes and the situation seems to be consistent throughout the board, even in people who don’t frequently have motion sickness or headaches.  some cases even report having such severe eye-strain that they have episodes of narcolepsy even if well-rested. Some can’t even tolerate to watch a stream of the game for more than 10 minutes. 

Here are a few anecdotes I have found on Reddit and YouTube:



Here’s the Reddit form I got the Reddit comments from. I’d suggest if you experience the same problems as me to comment on and upvote this forum.  I feel like this needs to gain more traction than it has. Nintendo and game freak need to realize they’re hurting people with how under-developed their game is.  I love the game design and the game mechanics but is frankly embarrassing how awful this game is that it causes people to literally pass out due to the eye-strain while playing it.

I know not everyone is experiencing these problems but please realize that just because you are not experiencing problems with headaches or eye-strain from this game, it doesn’t mean that a lot of people aren’t. I know we all love Pokémon. I have enjoyed Pokémon since I was 11 years old. It saved me from a very lonely and awful time in my life.  I love it enough that I am willing to speak up about the problems that is giving me. It hurts so much that something that usually gives me comfort is giving me physical pain instead. 

Saying it’s “launch week, they’ll fix it, get over it” is not enough. Pokémon games I played when I was a child, I played during launch week and they were top notch. When did it become acceptable for a game to launch with so many bugs? Even if they can fix it or patch it up, I just find it so lazy for them to just throw this thing out there with no care for the people who support and love this franchise. 

It’s time we put our foot down. This is the top leading media franchise in the world. There is no reason, literally no reason at all for the games to be coming out this bad. They have the money, they have the resources. The only reason I see is that they don’t care at all anymore.

If you love Pokémon, please help me get this post and the Reddit forum more traction. I want news articles written about this. I want this to be the top discussion about what’s happening with Pokémon. I want Nintendo to realize that they can’t come out with these crappy products anymore. It’s heartbreaking to see how much love was put into the character designs and storylines only for the game to have obviously been rushed and lazily put together. 

[ask-everafteracademy]

Hey guys, can we chat?

I started this blog almost two full years ago (which is insane to me). Honestly it’s been so exhilarating being able to make content and speak about something so near and dear to my heart with people who share the same passion as me. I’ve met so many wonderful people in this fandom who have stuck with me (special shoutout to the one and only @arinlangdon) and this blog has been one of the greatest experiences I’ve had while being online. I feel like the way I’m wording this could make people nervous so I want to clear the air

The blog is not over, nor is it being taken down

This post is mainly to answer some questions I’ve been getting, and also to explain myself. If my co admin decides they want to make their own statement I’ll leave that up to them, but here is mine

Why haven’t you been posting?

The main reason this account hasn’t been very active is simply due to a lack of motivation. We have so many ideas for this blog (an email, Pinterest boards, Google docs, even Spotify playlists) but just not enough source material to run with them. On top of that, we feel like we aren’t getting that much traction on our posts, which really puts a dent in our moral. That’s not a ploy for pity, obviously people can’t help if they aren’t interested in a story from an app that’s been dead for two years. We can’t force people to still care, and we’re not expecting it from anyone, but it doesn’t change the fact that it sucks

What does this mean for the blog?

Honestly, I’m not sure. I feel like with all the effort we’ve been putting into our bigger ideas it’d be a shame for it all to go to waste. Plus I do enjoy interacting with whoever stops by and posting our silly headcanons or random thoughts. I think the best answer I can give is content will continue to be posted, just not constantly. I do have to take into account that I’m going to college next month and I need to prepare to take my next steps in life so I’m not sure how much I’ll be online at all, but I do want to try.

When are you going to [answer BLANK or post BLANK]?

EVERYTHING WILL BE ANSWERED/FINISHED IN TIME! This blog is run by two people with jobs and lives outside of tumblr so we’re not going to be online constantly. We’re running exclusively on our passion for the story and fandom and pure spite of V*ltage. For me personally it depends on what time I have and if I’m motivated to write (and more often then not I’m channeling that motivation into my book), but I can assure you that we are still here and we will give you the answers you’re craving… just not right now.

In conclusion, yes this blog will still be active, unlike some companies we care deeply about the story that has been given to us and we want to continue to honor it as best we can. We just need some time to collect ourselves.

Thank you for listening to my long rant and for supporting us through this whole crazy journey. I love you guys, keep dreaming <3

- Lightkeeper (Blaire)

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

V.

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Author's note: some people have already read this on ao3 and some here and on others platforms, so I'm happy that this gets at least some traction, genuinely more than I expected it to such a short span of time, so, I promise you, if you stick around, you'll get to meet the man himself, even if only for a little. :] xoxo

Fourth chapter

Masterlist

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You grabbed a metalic chair, way too heavy for you to carry and started dragging it over to them. It was very awkward to watch but hey, what does a prison escapee care 'bout awkward. The chatter in the pub has died down and people were watching you, with various emotions playing on their faces. Even the young band was watching, they looked somehow more awkward than the whole situation felt, and that made you just a little more confident.

You slid the chair to their table with one, satisfying motion and sat on it.

"Mind if I join?"

You said, trying to make your confidence radiate from you. They exchanges looks before one of them, a boy with curly orange hair and bright blue eyes spoke up.

"Uhh, I mean, sure?"

You nodded and made yourself comfortable. They looked wary of you, but none of them said anything.

"Look I won't bother you, but I need help with something."

You began explaining, whilst you studied their expressions for the slightest hint of just about anything. You explained your situation and that you need someplace to stay. At first, they remained silent, but then the boy spoke again. He told you about a groups of rebels, Firelights he called them, but to your disappointment, he had no clue how to get to them.

But you had all the information you needed. They attack shimmer deliveries, and you knew how Silco transported them, if you could manage to sneak on board, then you'd have a chance. And if the Firelights didn't show up? Well, then you'd just take the delivery down by yourself. Or die trying. And you had to at least try. So, after you found an abandoned, broken and dirty little flat and made it your new home, you started preparing.

First: information. If you were to sneak onto one of Silco's deliveries, you, of course, needed to know when and where to do so. So you watched and observed your ass off. After some time, you knew each and every one of Silco's men and women and whatnot, how they behaved and how to stay out of their line of sight. You even had a few chats with some of them and some of them you never met. But you gathered the info you needed nonetheless.

Second: disguise. You knew it'd be impossible to just hide out of their view, you had to make them think you were one of them. So, you stole and pickpocketed everyone you deemed worth it. And you managed to make up a good disguise and in the end, you even liked it. And that made you even more cocky and cemented your belief in your abilities, simply put, you were very satisfied with yourself.

Third: execution. The hardest and most riskiest part of your plan, but the fact that you managed to befriend some of Silco's goons made it a little easier. So one night, you walked in the shadows, and marched right into one of the factories, where they were packing a delivery. You blended right into the crowd, everyone was busy enough with the glowing liquid to notice you, exactly like you knew they'd be.

[oldguardleatherdog]

How And Why We're Getting "Christian Reconstructed" Out Of Civil Society: An LGBTQ+ Activist's Guide To Action

This is based on my response to a recent Reddit post about the New Apostolic Reformation/Dominionist/Christian Reconstructionist political movement that's behind anti-trans, anti-drag, anti-LGBTQ+ laws, parental rights, systematic destruction of libraries, book bans, harassment of librarians and teachers, the "don't say gay" movement, the 303 Creative Supreme Court "right to discriminate" decision, school board takeovers, curriculum cleansing, the antics of Roger Stone and General Flynn, and every other damn thing that's making our lives hell in America. Here's how to understand the whole toxic mess so we can fight these jackals off, protect ourselves, claw back our rights, and put this movement down for good.

7 Mountains: Gotta Catch 'Em All! "There's no reasoning with these people and their cultish beliefs," many people are saying, and I think it helps to understand the source of those beliefs in order to fight effectively against the tide of hatred that is on the brink of destroying what's left of our rights and freedoms in this country.

I grew up Fundamentalist Evangelical in the 1960s and 70s. Looking back, the seeds of today's poison were being planted even then in ways that were subtly but unmistakably aligned with the New Apostolic Reformation ("NAR"), the movement based on Dominionist "7 Mountains" Christian nationalism that's the driving force behind Moms for Liberty, Gen. Flynn and Roger Stone, the Alliance Defending Freedom (the org that brought the anti-LGBTQ+ web designer to the Supreme Court), Charlie Kirk and Turning Point USA, the GOP candidate for Governor of Pennsylvania last election cycle (Mastriano), and more. (Check out Jennifer Cohn, jennycohn1 on Twitter, a journalist whose coverage of Christian Nationalism is amazing and essential.)

Evangelical involvement in politics was minimal until the rise of Ronald Reagan, Jerry Falwell, and the "Moral Majority" in 1981. In the 42 years since, it's been a steady march to bring the seeds planted in us kids in the 1970s to today's hideous bloom.

I don't adhere to those beliefs, but I have a deep native knowledge of their intent and the ways believers are impelled by them to make these laws and file these lawsuits and elect slavering semi-sane madmen to power and stoke cultural panic.

These people aren't just getting started - they've got traction, scalps on their belt already, and they're gaining steam and hungry for more.

NAR Christians (such as Ginni and Clarence Thomas, Sen. Ted Cruz' father Rafael, former Rep. Michelle Bachmann, failed GOP candidate for governor of Pennsylvania Doug Mastriano, Jan. 6 co-conspirator Phil Waldron, General Mike Flynn, insurrectionist Roger Stone, and the Moms For Liberty) believe that it's their Divine Mission to prepare the nation and the world to become the Kingdom of God.

This is called "post-millennialism" - the term for the set of beliefs upon which the NAR is based and that drives its adherents. NAR believes that we are in the End Times as foretold in Scripture, and that today's Christians are commanded by the Lord to do everything humanly possible in pursuit of one singular goal: to bring God’s kingdom to pass on Earth and prepare the way for Christ's return. Viewed for decades as a far-out fringe heretical movement populated by apostates and quacks, these zealots will stop at nothing to bring this to pass.

See all the "cleansing" that's going on now? Roe v. Wade overturned, the abortion bans, the trans bans, the anti-drag laws, books being pulled from school shelves, public libraries being shuttered and defunded, anti-immigrant laws, the Twitter takeover and its right-wing reformation - the list goes on. This is ALL a direct result of the NAR/Christian Reconstructionist influence and the untold dark-money billions and shadowed billionaires that finance it.

We're in a very dark and deep hole, as a country, as a culture. But we're not helpless. We start by arming ourselves with knowledge, by reading and heeding the reporting of Jenny Cohn and Bruce Wilson and Kira Resistance on Twitter and in the Bucks County (PA) Record reporting from the epicenter of Dominionist/NAR politics, take action online and in the places where we live. In today's world, we can be activists and influencers for good without having to leave the house, and if you want to protest in person or march in support of the cause, you won't be alone.

There are movements and organizations gathering steam in our community that have been preparing for action and are ready to launch. Some are more visible than others, but all are made up of committed activists, funders, legal advisors, and LGBTQ+ citizens who are tired of being abused by these people and the violence (literal and legislative) against us. Old-line AIDS activists like me are disgusted at the sight of our life's work and our decades of progress being rolled back and obliterated seemingly overnight. Gen Z and Gen Alpha are just not having it and are rightly pissed off by what's shaping up to be a bleak future.

It's not going to be easy or quick, but I know there are enough good people among us to hold back the worst of the current moment, rebuke and reverse the legislative oppression and physical danger, restore full access to HRT and gender-affirming care, roll back the "abortion bounty" laws and support vulnerable individuals and families with assistance and relocation, claw back and secure the civil rights that have been stolen from us, and restore light to our country, our culture, our lives, and our future.

I'm engaged in this fight, and after nearly 40 years of activism I've never been more lit up with passion and determination than at this moment. This fight is winnable. You're needed now. Watch this space for opportunities where your presence, your effort, your voice is wanted and will be welcomed, and feel free to message me with your questions, ideas, activist resources needed or offered, organizations you know of that need support, general questions, strategic advice, and words of encouragement you wish to give or need to hear. Let's gooooooooo

[planetofsnarfs]

Former mommy vlogger Ruby Franke once said, in one of her many, many mommy vlogs, that she would never accept being “canceled,” and anyone who didn’t like the way she treated her children just hated “responsibility.” 

Yesterday, a judge sentenced Franke, who pleaded guilty to four counts of child abuse this past December, to one to 15 years for each count, to be served consecutively. The Utah Board of Pardons and Parole will determine the exact amount of time she will serve, though it will not be more than 30 years as that is the maximum allowed for consecutive sentences in the state. 

Some might say that’s a little more than “canceled.”

Ruby Franke, like many Mormon ladies in Utah, had a family YouTube vlog documenting every day of her life with her husband and six children and dispensing parenting advice. It was called “8 Passengers” and it was hugely popular among the kinds of people who watch family vlogs. How huge? Two and a half million followers huge. 

Then, one day, she bragged in a video about how her daughter Eve’s kindergarten teacher texted her to tell her that she didn’t have any lunch, and could Ruby please come bring her one, whereupon Ruby informed the teacher that it was Eve’s responsibility to pack her own lunch, and if she didn’t have any she would just have to go hungry. Ruby added that she hoped no one gave her daughter anything to eat. 

This got a lot of traction outside her usual audience of family vlogger fans, from people who didn’t think it’s actually great parenting to starve children. 

Not long after that, she recorded a video with her son Chad who revealed that, a month after he came home from a “wilderness camp” for troubled teens (which sounds a lot like that horrifying one Paris Hilton was sent to), he played a silly prank on his little brother, waking him up and telling him to pack his things because they were all going to Disneyland. His punishment? He wasn’t allowed to have a bed for the next seven months and had to sleep on a bean bag. 

Ruby laughed and laughed the entire time like what she did was real cute. 

This didn’t go over well with viewers, and eventually someone started a Change.org petition to demand that the Utah Department of Child and Family Services do a welfare check. They started calling as well, and eventually they checked on the Frankes and, well, didn’t do jack shit. While they didn’t do anything, 90 percent of Franke’s sponsors on her YouTube channel did. They left.

It was at this point that Franke started portraying herself as a Good Conservative Mom who was being canceled by Bad Liberals Who Hate Responsibility.

“The reason we got canceled was because I was demonstrating, as I have done from day one, what a responsible mother looks like,” she said in a 2021 interview with The Wrap. “And it scared the living bejesus out of these kids who do not want to be held accountable. So that is the motive for the hate being thrown at me. I’m the antidote to their acting out, and they know it.”

Yeah, either that or they figured — correctly — that if this is what this woman thought was okay to put on camera, that whatever was happening off-camera was 10 times worse, or at least had the potential to get there. 

Eventually she abandoned family vlogging in favor of family counseling and joined forces with Jodi Hildebrandt, who was also charged in connection with this case. No one heard much about her until Franke’s 12-year-old son escaped Hildebrandt’s home (where he was staying) and ran to a neighbor for help, emaciated and covered in wounds and duct tape. 

Police arrested Franke, and not for the crime of being a responsible mother.

Via New York Times:

From May to August 2023, Ms. Franke, a mother of six, created a “concentration camp-like setting” for two of her children, who were 9 and 11 at the time, Eric Clarke, the Washington County attorney, said during the sentencing hearing. She regularly denied them adequate food, water, entertainment and beds, and isolated them from others, he said. Ms. Franke, 42, also forced her children to do physical tasks in extreme heat, without shoes, socks or water, Mr. Clarke said. They were forced to stand on hot concrete in the summer heat for hours and sometimes days at a time, he added, and were beaten and regularly bound by their hands and feet. The injuries were so severe that the children required hospitalization.

If you’re wondering where the duct tape came in, it is because Hildebrandt and Franke “treated” the areas from where they were handcuffed and legcuffed with “homeopathic remedies” and then wrapped them in duct tape. 

Franke later revealed in court that she also believed that her children were “possessed” and that extreme discipline was the only thing that could save them. this was a belief, she said, she got from Hildebrandt. Indeed, much of her court statement involved blaming Hildebrandt for more or less brainwashing her into believing that child abuse was what her kids needed. 

Hildebrandt is her own kind of monster, so this would be believable if not for everything else Franke thought was a great idea before May of 2023. So much for all that accountability she once loved so much.

It is possible that if, instead of assuming Franke was being “cancel cultured” for “demonstrating … what a responsible mother looks like,” the police and DCFS actually took the complaints seriously in the first place, those kids never would have been hospitalized or otherwise further traumatized. Wouldn’t that have been nice?

[ashspecter]

Consequences | A DP "Dad Vlad" AU

Note: So I have had this story posted on Ao3 since March of 2023 (initially, I only had half of chapter 1 up since I wasn't sure how popular it'd be. But once it gained traction, I posted the full thing). Yesterday, Chapter 2 got posted since I finally figured out what to write next. Anyhow, here's chapter 1 if anyone's interested.

Head's up! This fic contains graphic depictions of child abuse, bad living conditions, and substance abuse. This fic will be exploring these themes since the show only touched on these subjects. Please read at your own risk.

OR you can read it here on Ao3.

Chapter 1: One for Sorrow

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Droplets of water trickled diagonally down the bus window as the vehicle rolled down the highway, hitting what felt like every indent and pothole as it went. Blake would have found it peaceful if she hadn’t just boarded the first bus out of Decatur, away from the only home she has ever known. If she could even call it a home.

The young teenage girl leans her head against the cool glass as she watches blurry, water-coloresque cars pass on the other side of the freeway. It has nearly been about two hours since she boarded the bus for Amity Park and she still has about three more to go. The distance she has already traveled doesn’t ease her anxiety at all. It probably makes it worse as she is left to sit in silence and think over her choice again and again.

The bus hits another pothole and her head bounces roughly against the window. She grunts and rubs the spot before leaning back into her chair and pulling her legs up to her chest. She takes care to make sure some of her ashy-brown hair is covering the week-old bruise around her left eye. As much as she is appreciative of the bus driver not questioning her when she first boarded, she still doesn’t want to raise any suspicions as to why she is traveling alone and to where she is trying to go. She is still a minor after all, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know the dangers of traveling alone for a young girl such as herself.

Blake sighs and wraps her arms tightly around her knees, and grips her elbows tight enough to turn her knuckles white. If she were home right now, she’d be trying to do as many chores as she could before trying to complete her homework before her mother got home. She almost never completed everything before then as she always seemed to have missed something or been assigned extra chores to do— ones she had never been told to do in the first place.

It was so tiring to have chores to do everyday, yes, but did she really have any privilege to complain? Her mother clothed her, fed her, and put a roof over her head. The least she could do is help around the house, right? And if she didn’t do everything before a set time, she needed to be punished, right? But now she’s running away on a bus to a town she’s never set foot in out of hope to find her birth father. She’s not even sure if he’ll want her or even want to get to know her. How selfish can she be? Leaving her mother like this?

She clenches her jaw. By the time the bus stops, she’ll be five hours from home and it’ll be about eight o’clock. She could try to catch a bus back home, but even if she were able to leave straight away she wouldn’t get back in town until about one in the morning. So as much as she’s stressing out about everything now, she brought this upon herself. She’s come this far, she can’t turn back now. She can’t. The punishment that awaits her back home is enough to make her want to hide under an old bridge for the rest of her miserable life instead.

She releases a shuddering breath and tries to calm her nerves. She’s given up basically everything to chase after something she’s not sure exists. A father? A happy life? A loving home? Why? There’s no guarantee for any of it and she’s just given up any resemblance of a home for wishful thinking. What is wrong with her?

Her stomach rumbles and she glances at her backpack in the seat next to her. She bites her lip before reaching over to it. She’s pretty sure she has a granola bar in there unless it was removed without her knowing. She reaches over and unzips the front pocket, she doesn’t see what she was looking for right away so she shoves her down in the bag and rustles around.

After a moment, her hand hits some plastic and she excitedly pulls it out. The bar is a little squished, but she has never been more estatic.

Blake chews and swallows the granola bar as quickly and quietly as she can before smoothing out the wrapper and shoving back in the bag’s pocket. That should hold her over for a little while. Though, she will most likely be hungry when she arrives in Amity. She has enough money to get something small, but she needs to save most of what she’s been able to save for the trip back home just in case.

Blake shudders at the thought and brings the skin of her thumb to her mouth. It’s already pretty sore-looking and should probably not be in her mouth but she just can’t seem to break the habit. She has always chewed on it or her nails or fidgeted with something. She knows it and she hates that she does it, but what else is she supposed to do? The girl exhales and turns her gaze to the treeline on the other side of the highway. The passing scenery somewhat calms her and she eventually falls into a lull of sleep.

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The loud and sudden halt of the bus woke her up.

For a moment, she is back home— in her room— she had fallen asleep and not completed everything her mother wanted her to do. What would be her punishment this time? Is it walking to school? No breakfast? Sleeping in the basement? She shivers at the thought and grabs fistfuls of her hair, waiting for the sound of her mother’s angry voice.

The cabin lights blink on, pulling her from her spiral. She’s not home. He’s not in her room. She’s a couple hundred miles from her mother. She’s made it to Amity Park.

“Well,” The bus driver’s voice scratches over the intercom, “We’ve made it to Amity Park, folks. This is the last stop of the night so please gather your belongings. If you have an extended trip ticket, the station will help you find overnight accommodations. If you are not planning on taking another trip with us, thank you for using Mirth Public Transit and please enjoy the rest of your evening in Amity Park.”

Blake exhales softly and slings her bag over her shoulder. Her stomach is in knots and her heart is still beating erratically— almost painfully— in her chest and reverbating up to her ears. She grips the back of the seat ahead of her tightly as she waits for the people from the very back of the bus to pass her. She could have gone ahead first, but her guilt for leaving home is still screaming at her from the back of her mind.

Why did she leave home? How could she leave home? Her mother’s probably worried sick. How could she be such an idiot? She’s a girl who is all alone and it’s dark out. She’s in an unknown city with God-only-knows what.

The story her mother shared with her when she was younger crosses her mind. It was about a teenage girl who had run away from home and moved in with her boyfriend. Less than two weeks later, the boyfriend’s house burned down with the runaway girl inside. At the time, Blake was in late elementary school or early middle school, but she remembers the story clearly. Her mother had made sure she knew what happened to girls that ran away from home.

Blake zones back in as the last person from the back of the bus passes her. Not wanting to keep the drive too long, she steps into the aisle and secures her backpack over her other shoulder. Then she makes her way off the bus.

The air is heavy with moisture, but it smells fresh with recent rain. For the most part anyway. The exhaust from the bus and smell of gasoline kinda ruins the atmosphere, but that’s to be expected in a bus depot.

Blake tightens the straps on her back pack and pulls a slip of paper from her pocket as the bus squeals behind her and begins rolling away. She reads the address and lets her shoulders drop. She has no idea where to start looking. She glances up at the depot building.

From where she stands, she can see the woman working the front desk. She is restocking the maps of Amity Park at the moment and looks nice enough, but Blake knows that looks can be deceiving. If a teenage girl were to step right then, she’d risk the woman noticing her and maybe stopping her to ask her some questions. Blake doesn’t want that. No, she doesn’t want to speak with anyone— not until she finds her birth father.

She slips the piece of paper back in pocket and lets some of her hair fall over her bruised eye before stepping up to the glass door. She waits for the woman to sit back down at her computer before she enters the building. She just wants to get in and get out without any unwanted attention. Silently, she steps up to the front desk and takes a map.

“Hiya, sweetie, can I help you?” The woman behind the desk asks, her voice overly cheerful for the time of day.

Blake flinches and takes a step back from the desk. She glances at the woman’s name tag and shakes her head.

“You sure?” Jess asks, growing concerned, “Maybe I can help you get to where you’re going?”

Again, Blake shakes her head, “I’m okay. Thanks.”

“Alright, have a good evening, sweetie.”

Blake nods and quickly exits the building with her heartbeat in her ears. As soon as she’s outside, she takes off running towards the heart of Amity Park. Her backpack straps whip her legs as she runs, but she can’t bring herself to worry about the uncomfortable feeling right then. She needs to get as far away from the bus depot as she can. No more risks! She’s better off not asking for help.

She darts into an alleyway to catch her breath. Her throat is sore and her chest rumbles with the raspiness of her uncontrolled breathing. She can still feel her heartbeat in her ears. She knows she’ll probably have a headache later. She sees small spots at the edge of her vision and groans.

The girl leans against the brick exterior of the building closest to her and slides down to the pavement, keeping her feet planted right where they are. She rests her forehead on her knees and allows herself to focus on her breathing. She can’t black-out now.

After several long moments, Blake exhales slowly. She has calmed her breathing, but her heart is still racing, but there isn’t much she can do about that. The girl breathes in through her nose and exhales once more. Then, she stands. She can’t stop here any longer.

She glances at the map in her hands. It’s now wrinkled from her running, but still in one piece. A miracle. She pulls the slip of paper from her pocket again and flips it around to read the address. Here’s to hoping.

[zavbees]

Imogen and Eugene

Eugene Ridgewell-Turner and Imogen Nightingale were always aware of each other. Their families both owned shops in Hamelin, and had a healthy friendly rivalry between them, leading to the two being around each other a decent amount in childhood despite being four years apart. When she needed a third party for a school research project to interview, he was there to give her not so helpful answers to lighten the mood of her paper. When he needed a "test subject" for his science projects, she was quick to volunteer. She and her family were at his graduation, cheering for him.

Eugene and Imogen had both helped out their respective families businesses since as soon as they were able to pick up a box. It came as no surprise that they were both involved in the businesses the older they got, or that they would inherit them in the future. What was a shock was when Imogens father told her when she was 17 that he was going to help out with the war. It had always been only Imogen, her brother, and her father - he had come from overseas and was a single father. This meant he was leaving the store and her brother in her hands. He promised he would come back. 

When the time came, she stepped up and took charge with little complaint. Eugene was aware of what had happened, as was the rest of the Ridgewell-Turners, so he did what he could to help. He made sure to prioritize her shop so that they would get as much traction as possible, whether it be putting up ads or recommending products. She was thankful for the assistance. He would stop by regularly to help with maintenance, or to help watch over her brother, or simply to make sure she had eaten that day. He'd frequently stop by their house to help her take care of her brother so she would have time to herself. During the next four years, they grew close. They weren't just family friends anymore, but actual genuine friends. 

Imogens brother had been born in '35, meaning he was on the logs to go to Germany in 1947 with the children under 13. She wanted to keep him, to not let him go - they could just keep him in the attic, tell him to stay quiet. Or he could stay in the back of the shop, away from people. Eugene was there to help comfort her, knowing there wasn't much they could do. He'd most likely have a safer chance going on the train than staying. So, when the time came, her brother went. Her, and Eugene, and the Ridgewell-Turners, all went to the station to see him off.

From that day Eugene moved in with her. She had lost the only biological family she had, he wasn't going to leave her alone to fester in the house she had shared with them. He knew that wouldn't be good for her. Over the next few years, the two watched as the sleepy town of Wellington Wells began eating itself from the inside. The news of the children not coming back sent ripples throughout the town, and their home. They both found themselves mourning the loss of her brother. 

He continued getting more and more deals around the village, helping to advertise the local brands, as usual. With the growth of the television, he changed his brand from just newspaper ads to televised ones. He continued to bolster the local shops as well as a new project when one Miss Victoria Byng approached him about it. 

He began to advertise the Happy Masks, and Joy while it was still in production. He had the peoples trust, at least a decent amount of the working class in Hamlyn, so having him try to get them on board was logical in Byngs head. And it worked like a charm. 

Throughout this time, Imogen began to slowly get more and more reclusive. It was nice having Eugene stay with her, but it didn't change that she no longer had any family. Her father never came back, neither did her brother - and her mother had always been out of the picture. Even with Eugene being there, she was still reminded of the empty space in the house. After a while, she was only seen going from her store, to her house - occasionally she was seen in the gardens, tending to them, but it was rare. 

With the invention of Joy, she was skeptical. As good as it sounded, she didn't trust it - no way was there a drug that would make her just... forget. That, as Eugene had reassured her, would make the house barrable again. That would make the emptying streets inviting again. She didn't trust it in the slightest. However, Eugene managed to convince her. He was open with her about the side effects, about it causing forgetfulness and the terrible withdrawals, about the potential for there to be hallucinations in a few cases - though they had been a fairly small amount at the time, since this was before strawberry. He told her the good too. She relented, mainly thanks to his openness, and that had been the freest she had felt in a long time.

She was all smiles, actively leaving the house to go to parties and enjoying herself. Eugene was glad to see his lifelong friend happy again. He hadn't seen it in a while. As more people went on holiday, they started getting more business at Imogens store, meaning they were focusing more and more on their personal endeavors. She started looking more into botany, something she had always had a small interest in - might as well, she was feeling motivated to do so. He gladly helped wherever he could. 

While she was opening up more, Eugene was shutting himself off slowly. He wasn't sure who he was outside of his business, since that had been a major part of his life since he was younger. Now that he was on television, he had appearances to keep - meaning the mask always stayed on. And, he couldn't help but feel responsible for Hamlyn having less business. Imogen saw it as a blessing, since they were getting more traction, but he knew the reasoning. He knew the other store owners weren't on holiday. He was friends with most of them, if they were leaving they would've told him. 

Eventually Eugene was given a deal he couldn't pass up - once again from Byng. There was a new program opening up, Joy Doctors as she called them. With Joy picking up steam, getting used more widely, and there being a new one on the way, there needed to be people to make sure everyone was on Joy, to make sure everyone was happy. And she wanted to offer him a spot. The people trusted him, and what better way to get people on board with this new program than someone trusted being a part of them, and one good with marketing, at that. He agreed, why wouldn't he? He had already helped this much. 

Despite not being a full doctor, he was trained how to tell if people were on Joy or not. And he personally began looking into psychology, figuring that could be a way to actually help. He had never been one for medicine, but he knew people. 

When Strawberry Joy came out, Imogen tried it. She liked it, though Vanilla was her flavor of choice. She had been a social butterfly now that Joy had given her the space to be free of everything. At a party, they had been passing out Joy as a party favor, and who was she to say no? It was normal to pass them out, and it was all anyone was talking about, so she took one. 

Almost immediately she felt terrible. Feelings she didn't have the words for since she hadn't had to name them in years came flooding through her. It felt like everyone was staring, watching her, judging her for her past actions, no matter how small. She held herself together and made it home. The next day she held herself in her room, Eugene coming to check on her several times. 

The eyes wouldn't go away, even with no eyes in the room. She couldn't escape the feeling of being watched. This went on for a few weeks before Eugene picked up on what was happening. He had been told by those higher than him that if someone has a negative response to Joy, they should spend some time in the Garden District, and when they are ready they go through the rehabilitation center to rejoin society. 

He, again, convinced her to go to the Garden District, saying there were people there who would help her. She agreed without much fuss. They together went to the District, and he returned home alone that day. The next several weeks the store was closed - the owner went away on holiday, after all - and after his rounds as Doctor Ridgewell-Turner he would wait on the bridge for her to come back. 

Imogen knew she should go through the center, rejoin society and her best friend. He was probably worried sick about her. The first day, she had tried, but she again had a bad reaction to the Joy. The next day, she didn't try. Or the next. Or the next. And for once, she actually allowed herself to think about stuff she shoved aside. The eyes never left her, but they were with her as she tried to process her brother and father not being there anymore.

After three months, he was tired of waiting. The guilt of it was eating at him as each day passed, and finally he was going to actually help. He went in one night to find her. She had found a house on the outskirts that no one seemed to have claimed. She was skeptical of him, now having been off Joy for a while and still having minor effects from the bad batch, but went with him. She didn't trust him the way she had for the past years, since he seemed to be going along with anything Byng and the Committee was saying without question in her eyes. But she wanted to go home.

He snuck her through the town that night, and she returned to her bed. But her reclusiveness came back, now not wanting to leave at all. She refused to go outside, since it would bring back her hallucinations. He would bring her whatever she needed whenever she wanted - it was the least he could do for her. He blamed himself for what happened to Imogen, for not being there for her. He was harsher on himself than she was about it.

They found themselves working on rebuilding their relationship. The store was open again, but he hired someone to run the storefront so that Imogen wouldn't have to be around people - she and Eugene could restock at night. She turned their backyard into a greenhouse, sending Eugene to find plants for her to populate it with, a lot of them from the Garden District. He continued his work as Doctor, and she continued staying out of the public and tending to her garden. They managed to fall into a routine they both enjoyed, sharing meals together and spending time together when he was home. 

Even if they weren't taking Joy, and they both had problems needing to be addressed, they were happy again.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Pink Day

Bullying is a growing problem in the world today and, every year, people hear of more and more incidents coming up regarding bullying in schools everywhere. And, although it is certainly a problem within schools, bullying doesn’t stop there. It extends to the world outside of school and even into the virtual world of the internet, where young people have created a bit of a world of their own.

Bullying is unpredictable and it doesn’t tend to follow any kind of rhyme or reason. It is merely the exertion of power over those who are weaker or who stand out as unusual. National Pink Day is a day dedicated to beating the bullies and breaking the cycle that creates and perpetuates this damaging behavior inside and outside of schools.

History of National Pink Day

National Pink Day (also sometimes called Pink Shirt Day) was established in 2007 in Nova Scotia, Canada. It happened after a pair of students, David Shepherd and Travis Price, saw one of their fellow students at Central Kings Rural High School being bullied for no other reason than that student was wearing a pink shirt on the first day of school. Because of the association of pink with feminine things, this 9th grade boy was harassed for choosing to wear the color. But his two classmates weren’t going to let the bullies win.

In a stroke of brilliance, these two got together and decided to show support for the student and take a stand against bullying by getting everyone at their school to wear a pink shirt the next day. In fact, the two boys were so committed that they went to a discount store and bought a bunch of pink shirts to pass out for anyone who didn’t already have one. Pink Shirt Day was created to stomp out all bullying and spread understanding, and it’s a concept spreading throughout the world.

What started in a small corner of Canada has become something of a world event. The day has also been associated with Anti-Bullying day, another day when the idea is to stand up for others and wear pink. While the United Nations has made a declaration that this should happen on May 4, people in many countries still celebrate in February. But, that just means that there can be two different opportunities to make a difference and stand against bullying!

National Pink Day Timeline

Early 20th Century Pink is used for baby boys more than girls

While in the future, boys might get teased for wearing pink, during the 1900s-1930s, it is considered completely appropriate for a baby boy to wear pink and for a girl to wear blue. It isn’t until later in the century that this will flip.

2007 First National Pink Day (Pink Shirt Day) begins

Two students take a stand against bullying against a student in 9th grade in Nova Scotia, Canada who was teased for wearing a pink shirt on the first day of school. They respond by buying dozens of pink shirts and handing them out for everyone to wear the next day.

2009 National Pink Day is celebrated in New Zealand

As word gets out, National Pink Day begins gaining traction and makes its way to the southern hemisphere. Other countries all over the world quickly follow suit.

2012 United Nations declares official Anti-Bullying Day

Although the date isn’t the same as the original Pink Day, the heart of the matter certainly aligns. Instead of February, the UN declares May 4th as an International Anti-Bullying Day.

2020 National Pink Day passes the $2.5 million mark in donations

Keeping in line with their origins of anti-bullying efforts, National Pink Day started raising money in 2008. It continues to support the efforts that have helped more than 59,000 youth and children, and will keep on going!

How to Celebrate National Pink Day

Getting on board and connected on this day is super easy and it all starts with wearing pink! Here are some other ideas for ways to celebrate this important day:

Wear Something Pink

Start the day by picking out a favorite pink garment and putting it on, especially for those who are male-bodied persons. Whether it’s just a pink t-shirt, a pink polo shirt, or an entire zoot suit made completely in pink–wear it! Get out there and take a stand against bigotry wherever it is found by making sure the offenders know that their calls will not go unanswered.

Teach Kids About Bullying

The more educated and informed kids (and parents!) are about bullying, the better equipped they will be to respond and to stand up, whether for themselves or someone else who is being picked on. Several organizations have been created that provide resources to help enlighten and educate families about bullying. Some of these organization include:

STOMP Out Bullying. Standing up against hate, racism and discrimination, this influential organziation has a help line for kids and teens, resources for parents and kids, options for donating, and ways to buy wearable merchandise to support the cause. stompoutbullying.org

National Association of People Against Bullying (NAPAB). This group provides personal advocacy and support for those who have experienced problems with bullying. They also offer education for students, parents and educators, as well as an anti-bullying club that meets across the nation (called Cool 2B Kind). www.napab.org

Kind Campaign. Bringing awareness and healing for those affected by girl-against-girl bullying, as well as working to stop bullying. It’s a global movement that has made a documentary as well as offering educational curriculums and in-school assemblies. Girls can also buy merch online and start their own Kind Club. kindcampaign.com

Stop Bullying. This is a combined effort between US government organizations including the education department, justice department and health and human services department. They offer resources and information as well as tools and guides for identification and prevention. They also offer an online bullying prevention training course. stopbullying.gov

Help Out in a Bullying Situation

This isn’t just for National Pink Day, but is a life lesson for every day. Those who happen to see or witness someone getting bullied or harassed should be sure to walk up to them and help them out. Don’t let them believe that they are alone in the world. National Pink Day is a day to stand up against the injustice of harassment and bullying, especially against minorities and those of the LGBTQ community.

Those who have ever been bullied in the past know how important it can be to have someone stand up and try to offer support. On National Pink Day, it’s possible to stand up for everyone with a simple wardrobe choice.

Spread the Word About National Pink Day

Since National Pink Day is still a fairly recent occurrence, and it affects kids who might not know about it yet, this is a great day to tell everyone about these anti-bullying efforts. Tell friends about National Pink Day in advance, and then make plans for what to wear and how to honor the day. Take a selfie or a photo of friends wearing pink and share it on various social media platforms to get the word out to everyone.

Throw a National Pink Day Party

School teachers and parents can show their support by allowing students to have a party in celebration of National Pink Day. This is an ideal day to get everyone involved in working toward eliminating the struggles faced by so many kids today. Have everyone wear a pink shirt in support of the day, decorate the party room in pink balloons and streamers, and even serve pink colored foods.

A great activity would be to watch a documentary or video put out by some of the anti-bullying resources listed above. Or have the kids create some unique artwork by using art supplies that are exclusively pink, then put them on display in a cool anti-bullying art show that everyone can enjoy.

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[rosepetalsthings]

okay maybe slightly random but I followed you during other drama (i think the mana stuff) because you were incredibly reasonable and well spoken in your opinions and I’m just really glad that thats still the case and am really thankful to you for helping ease my anxiety about this a bit

Hey Thank you! I'm really glad I can help you be a little less anxious about this! I do try to be thought out before posting when possible, although I definitely don't always succeed. It definitely helps to look at a situation and think about what they are actually saying, how they are saying it, and why.

They never really address what or why, not clearly. Just that they don't want anyone else to experience it but never really say they themselves felt groomed, pressured, or coerced into doing anything. If we take everything at face value it's cringe flirting at worst.

What's in the messages is that, the twitter dms are above board, normal stuff, and importantly dream states "are you 18" and then confirms for himself that she was (or at least that he believed she was). Like she had put 18 in her bio already. There is another thread which pretty much proves that he does ask for ages first before continuing texting.

She claims he sent her his Snapchat, but doesn't show the DMS where he does (This in itself isn't that out of the ordinary). She maybe has his private Snapchat but again no messages

She claims he sent her his number, and they flirted in texts. None of these text even include person's name, or phone number, or even any link to him beyond her saying it's him

She claims he face revealed to her and she has proof but is to lazy to post. Which... I don't think I need to explain why that's sus.

And then the moment it gains traction she privates.

People see that the twitter dms might be real, so they think the rest is real by default. This is literally how leaktwt works. If you get something real, it doesn't matter if anything else post is fake because people will believe it.

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Songs of the Summer, 2023: #10

[intro & rules]

Blister by Clara Cava & Kaeve (May 4, 2023)

this is an ode to having Our Table, at the coffee shop, (and to the drives I know so well, the ones I could—and do, perhaps inadvisably—make while crying, or while half-asleep at the wheel because the depression would like us to not exist anymore, please, the ones that take me home before I even stop to think about where I'm going) it’s nice to have favorite things, I think “Having a favorite person is overrated,” I say, lighthearted, and ask what kind of drink you’d like. “Instead, I have a favorite macaron.” (the thai iced tea ones, in the box of thirty-six from the big freezer at the grocery store by our old school)

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Clara Cava keeps winning, which is good because it’s an absolute crime that I hadn’t done a proper review of any of the many songs I love from her on this blog yet—no “No Vaya a la Fiesta”, no “Cosa Suya”, no “Protagonista”, no “Te Pense un Monton” (or the 8-bit version, which is awesome, too!!).

So, I’m very happy about this addition, but I still kind of can’t believe a song that’s basically a Mario Kart OST—every time I hear its instrumental, I can’t help but think of that water park racetrack from the mushroom cup??—became one of my favorite songs of the summer, and of the year for good measure. Hell, this song technically came out a couple of weeks before my summer started, but I’ve loved it enough this summer to make an exception to my own rules and put this on the main list. I’m obsessed with “Blister”—even after four months of leaving this one on repeat, I still find myself craving it—and, by some miracle, Kaeve’s voice hasn’t even started irritating me yet.

The atmosphere of “Blister” just works. It’s yet another embarrassingly chill addition to this list, but it’s such an easy song to like—the Mario Kart nostalgia & my emotional attachment to Clara Cava’s voice (which you can thank “Cosa Suya” and “Protagonista” for) certainly help it out, but even without my personal reasons to love it, “Blister” has this sweet, genuine innocence to it that combines unexpectedly well with its produced-in-a-garage aesthetic. It’s just messy enough to balance out the sugar-sweetness of Clara Cava’s performance and the fluffiness of the instrumentals, so the whole song comes out irresistibly charming. I have no idea if this got any traction at all on TikTok, its my bedroom-pop TikTok hit of the year. I didn’t put Clara Cava Mario Kart lofi on my 2023 bingo board, but you’d better believe I’ll be putting it on next year’s in the hopes we can get something like this again!