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wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if-i · 3 years ago

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5:42 am

*TW: discussion of antisemitism

currently listening to: smack a bitch by rico nasty

i woke up sweating like a damn pig because my fan broke a few weeks ago (it's so freaking hot) and because i had a dream about someone i know. i feel like my consciousness only caught the tail end of it, but it was enough to make me paranoid that i texted them in my sleep lol

anyway, i'm up now so whatever. i was thinking about fundamentalist christians before i fell asleep, and idk if it's just because of how much of a genuine pet peeve of mine antisemitism is. also pet peeve is a very, very bad word for what i mean but it's the best i've got. as someone who comes from a german family, i simply have no patience for it.

anyway, idk if it's be of how much of a genuine pet peeve of mine antisemitism is, or just because fundies tend to gravitate toward really pissing me off, but i cannot stand this time of year for one reason: christians who celebrate passover.

let me explain

so i have a huge hyperfixation on fundies, and i read about them a lot and follow them often because they just fascinate me. i "follow" this one family on social media (air quotes bc i mostly just look up their account, not follow) and the mom is like genuinely in need of help. also im not doxing her, she literally had thousands of followers and her following grows daily.

last year was her first year celebrating passover, and the fundie snark reddit forum was seething bc of the way she was behaving.

first of all, she said in her instagram post that there was "no right way to celebrate passover," and that there was "no book telling you how to do it." which, like, there LITERALLY is. it's called the haggadah. not that fucking hard to google. but i digress, this woman shouldn't even be allowed on the fucking internet she needs literal fucking help

then, she had the nerve to celebrate it POTLUCK style. like with a whole bunch of people from her home church, serving fucking lays potato chips and shit like this. literally nothing she served was kosher in any way

OH, OH, and she literally made the WHOLE thing about jesus

she said that passover is celebrating jesus as the sacrificial lamb

i just-

i literally added this entire fucking egregious display of 1). clear appropriation of a sacred jewish holiday and 2). stupidity to my 35 page google doc on things that make me actively lose faith in the jesus fandom (i grew up christian and still tenuously consider myself christian---i was catholic). i'm literally not joking. i have a very organized google doc of things that i think the church really needs to fucking address bc i'm so tired of christians doing shit like this

anyway, so the reason i'm talking about it all this year is because she's celebrating it again this year (as a lot of fundies are in place of easter since easter is a "pagan" holiday and these people want nothing to do with paganism. the passover seder is in the bible and this family only celebrates biblical feasts) and she made a post recently that just

why

here are a few of my personal 'favorite' quotes (when i say favorite, i mean i fucking hate everything about it, just to be clear):

"every year, jews condemn us for celebrating passover. they say it is 'their' holiday and 'christians' are taking it from them." bc it IS theirs, and you ARE actively participating in appropriating it. full stop.

"i don't understand this mindset. is the bible not for all people? are we not all created by god?" i-

"this command was for the israelites to pass down from generation to generation to remember how Yahuah delivered and saved them from egypt. it is to tell their children about the goodness of god. yet it also says that if a foreigner is living among them that they must celebrate as well. so if we are simply only following the old testament, as they do, it is still acceptable for 'foreigners' to choose to celebrate the holidays of god."

it gets worse

"we celebrate it today as christians with even greater meaning though. christ is our passover lamb. and our celebrations will not be intermingled with jewish traditions and customs but rather simple biblical intruction. and jesus said that there is no longer jew or gentile, male or female. we are all children of god (those that call upon the lord and trust christ as our savior) unified by christ."

words can't not express how angry this woman makes me

AND THE FACT THAT HER FOLLOWERS ON IG EAT THIS SHIT UPPPPPPPPPPP

let me just go ahead and make this clear as fucking day: these bastardized versions of Passover are inherently antisemitic. literally all you have to do is know how to fucking read to see that everything about her reasoning is disgusting, hateful, and violent. she literally just said that Jews aren't even supposed to exist because Jesus said that everyone is unified by Christ, so everyone is supposed to be christian. and then she spent a good chunk of the post complaining about being rejected by people for celebrating Passover

UM MAYBE BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING AN ENTIRE FUCKING CUNT ABOUT IT?

Jewish people are real people. They have real, honest, sacred traditions that have MEANING both historically and religiously. They are not playing pretend, they are not out to reject christian beliefs, they are not doing any of the nasty shit you think they are because of your nasty antisemetic beliefs about how jewish people behave and feel. They're literally honoring their religious beliefs, and begging you to just not do what you're doing. It's not that fucking hard to just respect other people.

At this point, i really really understand gatekeeping. i hope the people rejecting you spit on your nasty, unwashed, three-day eyeliner wearing, greasy once a month washed haired, drop-shipped boutique 'Alexa, homeschool the kids' t-shirt wearing bitch ass self. i literally hope that jesus himself looks at you after you die and goes, "no fucking way am i letting you in. are you fucking serious? what the hell was that?" i'm just so angry--like what the fuck is wrong with you? you are the furthest fucking thing from christ-like, i'll tell you that. you are a narcissitic bitch who knows DAMN FUCKING WELL that you are appropriating a fucking sacred event, and i know that because you've deleted every comment made by a jewish person on your stupid little "we love you more" t-shirt post about being rejected by others for this. it's not our holiday. it's not your holiday. you are a violent, nasty, godless piece of shit who will fight long and hard for a holiday that DOES NOT FUCKING BELONG TO YOU but won't take your fucking children to the doctor when they have broken fucking bones unless it's bothering you in some way, and even then you just fucking pray over them and pretend they're healed after.

FIND HELP.

If you want to experience a real passover seder, literally just do the work and find a jewish community willing to invite you (good fucking luck after this fucking mess tho, at this point just look it up on youtube honestly bc if i were jewish i wouldn't let you near my community with a 500 ft pole), and experience it not just correctly but respectfully. like are you fucking serious? you really want to sit there and fucking pretend that jesus would have WANTED that? that's literally hilarious of you to think considering 1). jesus was a jew himself 2). he literally flipped tables and shit when he saw the church fucking using sacred grounds for gambling and consumerism, you don't think he's going to be flipping tables at your little potluck when he sees you doing essentially the same thing to another group of people? jesus espoused love, and this is literally the exact opposite of that.

this literally infuriates me so much. and i hate that this woman and others like her are teaching their beautiful kids that this is okay, and acting like jewish communities who are hurt by this clear act of violence against their religion ARE JUST LIKE OVERREACTING OR SOMETHING? oh my god, it's on sight if i ever fucking catch some bullshit like this coming out of someone's mouth. i'm not joking. i'll lose it.

if you don't like easter, literally just say that and eat your bland boiled food, ok? go and pray or something and call it a day. but don't steal something that isn't yours, act like it is, and then get upset when everyone is like hey that's pretty fucked up of you, maybe don't do that?

anyway, if anyone ever wants to read my google doc on things that make me lose faith in Christianity lmk lol

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henrylevesconte · 4 years ago

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Hey, first thing I love how you write <3. Second think i was thinking if i could request a one-shot about Donny Donowitz×Omar Ulmer 🥺. I would absolutely love it if you write about them, like literally anything about the couple. Thx

Oh my god thank you 🥺🥺 I really appreciate it so much

I’m more than happy to write those two. I actually love the pair. They’ve got such a fun dynamic I just wish Tarantino utilized Omar Doom more. Anyways uh hope you enjoy something short I wrote.

Omar Ulmer reaches out to grab onto flying tuxedo shirt tails as Donny Donowitz tosses the jacket aside, scrambling at this point to get ready for the next part of the plan. They had already seamlessly blended into the Germans at the film premier despite being entirely out of their element, something Omar was pleased about personally knowing exactly no Italian, and now waited on the perfect opportunity to storm the box containing the most dangerous man alive. He understood why the Sargent was so nervous but it seemed almost alien to him.

Donny was Donny. Donny was the coolest guy he had ever met. He was handsome and foul mouthed. The Bear Jew! A legend that if whispered to some shit headed jackboot fascist they would piss themselves in pure terror. Over the years Omar had taken a special kind of delight seeing Donny absolutely obliterate Nazis like they were nothing to him. He watched the man peacock around the backwoods of France, tormenting the Nazis with his exaggerated performances, and he ate it up, bolstering the man’s ego in front of the other Basterds and even in the private of their shared quarters.

Omar loves Donny more than anything but seeing him scared, well it threw him off more than having live explosives strapped to his leg. Donny had been unable to keep still since Aldo and the German Actress disappeared (Hammer-mock? Hammock?? Whatever...) It took several gentle reminders from the Private to keep him from attracting unwanted attention while watching the not so great film (maybe it would have been better if he understood any German or if it had really any plot but he wasn’t a Lieutenant Hicox when it came to film reviews.)

The Bear Jew took to rooting around in the trash for any discarded materials they could work with, an easy way to disguise his outright worry from his partner. This shit was serious. The big leagues, the fucking World Series of Nazi killing.

Hitler

Goebbels

Bormann

Goering

All waiting for them with minimal security, enjoying their bad movie on German film night. They would never get another opportunity like this.

Okay so maybe they shouldn’t have been able to get this far on a half baked plan with the back ups to the back ups but Omar felt good. No fuck that he felt great, cool as can be! Even the Jew Hunter himself complimented him on his shitty Italian. And he wouldn’t let that hold them back from the next part of the plan.

“Hey Sarg.” Omar finally spoke, watching the bigger man look up at him with his deep chocolate eyes, arm still in the trash pulling out used champagne glasses. Donny looked ready to explode (no pun intended) from nerves “C’mere.”

Donowitz didn’t fight him on it, he got what he needed and wipes his white gloves on his suit pants before towering over his partner in crime. Omar brought the Bear Jew down to his level, taking the opportunity to give him a much needed peck on the lips.

He couldn’t remember how it had started but the Private took every opportunity he could once he found out the Sargent was a confirmed bachelor (or at least half and interested in no less) to kiss him. Donny once called it his good luck charm, even going as far as to demand it before they took down camp each morning so they always made it back alive. Or maybe that was an excuse, Omar wasn’t going to complain. This could very well be the last time they would.

Wicki and Stiglitz were dead because of Hicox and the Gestapo officer. Aldo was missing in action, who knows about Utivich. They had four targets and a war to win. And wouldn’t it be just a bit ironic that the mass murdering dictator of a hateful regime was axed by two gay Jews?

“You got this. I’m here for you. We are going to do this.” The Private mouthed affirmations as he let the big man slip into his arms. Donny softly groaned, clinging to Omar while burying his face in his shoulder. Was Donny actually trembling?

Omar wasn’t afraid to die, well not really anyways. After years of fighting in backwoods France and spending every moment like it was their last, he accepted it a long time ago. But Donny, he still sometimes talked about what he would do after the war. When he would get back to Boston, show everyone his famous bat and the dog tags he collected as trophies. He talked and talked about seeing his little brother, the one he hadn’t heard from who was fighting the Pacific. He even talked about taking Omar on a proper date, a real one to his favorite little shop in Boston if Ulmer promised to drive from his parents place out of New York to visit. He would, he wished he could more than anything.

The tenderness lasted all of maybe thirty seconds but it felt like thirty minutes to the pair. It right Donowitz back on track, bring him back to the confident man the Private knew he was. Before Omar could blink, Donny was back to fixing himself up as a faux waiter, planting the odd firing mechanism on his wrist to take out the lonely guards. Whoever was in charge of security really was doing a shit job.

Omar followed him, loading his own device and hiding their remaining weapons. They needed to time everything just right with the gun shots in the movie masking their intentions. He decided to focus again, adjusting the weapon as the Bear Jew prepared to approach the private box.

“You’ve only got seconds to get that guy, can you get the guy?” Donny finally spoke, looking up at Omar for confirmation.

“I have to!” Was all that was needed for him to go forward. Loaded with water and a fake tray, Donny winked to him before existing the men’s room.

Omar thought of that date in Boston as he watched from the sidelines, waiting for his chance to make history.

#ask #anon #inglourious basterds #inglorious basterds #donny donowitz #omar ulmer #donny donowitz/omar ulmer #quentin tarantino #tarantinoverse #i write sins and tragedies #i just think omar is probably really funny #these men have like five braincells between them

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seirei-bh · 4 years ago

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Yes, I still love Eren

Ok, I didn't want to write this whole post because I don't like to discuss with other people and I always try to be patient, be quiet and just ignore this kind of stuff and keep moving foward with my life, but this is getting on my nerves.

Sometimes I wonder if some people on this fandom are a bunch of kids or teenagers who never have read/watch cruel and complex fiction stories before, like Berserk, Game of thrones, Evangelion, The last of us, etc, or just people so dumb they can't differ ficction from reality...

Repeat with me: people can love villains, people can love drama and horror in ficction and that doesn't mean those people are bad :)

It's frustating being an Eren's fan, because some people just can't understand that you can love villains and characters who are assasins or a bad person IN FICTION without being pro genocide in real life. Seriously, people SHOULD know the difference between fiction and reallity.

I love Eren Jaeger, because he's complex, well written and one of the most interesting MC I've seen in my life. I love the "hero-to-villain" arcs (like Anakin Skywalker). I love a lot of characters who are not good people because of their complex backstories, personnality or conflicted development. Ex: Joel of TLOU murdered a lot of innocent people at the ending only to save ONE person, but you can understand why he's doing that, despite you don't like his actions.

Besides, you know what? "White and perfect" heroes are boring.

A lot of people is saying now "I hate Eren, uuuhhh, you're a bad person if you love him uhhhh, Eren is the worst, he's the baddest of all the characters, the members of Alliance are the only good ones, Eren must die" only because in the last chapter we've seen the collosals trampling babies... seriously?? Yeah, I was shocked too and I feel sick and sad the first time I read it, but I can deal with it because SnK was ALWAYS cruel.

I guess people just conveniently decided to forget a lot of details of the first arcs and seasons.

Heeey, remember when Annie killed a lot of soldiers, all the Levi's squad and a lot of innocent people in the Central district while she was fighting agains Eren and the Survey Corps? She even played to yo-yo with one the the soldiers hahah :D Do you remember that Eren DIDN'T want to fight agains her and only did it because his comrades Armin Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Levi and others FORCED HIM to fight? oh, and innocent children suffered and died too in the middle of that fight. But of course, people just don't talk about it, because now Annie is now one of the cute wifeys of the "group of good heroes" :) (I love Annie and aruani, btw, but I just hate when some people are so hypocrytes to love Annie, Reiner and Bert, and also the members of Alliance and just sentence Eren for do something he was obligated to do to save his people, same as the Warriors tried to do to before to save people of Marley)

Eren tried to find a pacific way to resolves the problems during 4 years. He infiltrated in Marley alone, cutted his leg and hurt his eye, and talked with Reiner, only to try to understand his actions. But while he was forgiving his enemy and old comrade, he was listening a lot of people of the world clapping and smiling when Willy Tybur declared the war and extermination of Paradis. And in that moment Eren got a sad expression on his face, because he understood the entire world was their enemy so he was forced to become in a mass murdered and the devil of the world to save his people.

People of this fandom no longer talk about all the innocent people who were eaten by the titans that Marley dumped on the island. They don't talk of the number of Eldians that nations elsewhere have locked up in concentration camps, who are tortured and humiliated every day, simply for being Eldians, just like Jews in WWII, as we saw in Zeke's and Grisha's flashbacks. People forget Erwin, Carla, Armin's granpa, thousands of innocent people who lived inside wall Maria, and hundreds of soldiers died without even know the real reason why.

People in this fandom don't talk enough about Armin was the one who told Eren "to defeat your enemies, you have to become a monster", that Levi was the one who told Eren that he will have to take difficult choices if he wanted to survive, and that other people might die but he should be prepared to deal with it. That it was Mikasa who fought without hesitation against Annie and urged Eren to fight vs their enemies, along with Armin, Jean and Connie. That Hange and Levi tortured, killed and manipulated other soldiers in season three to archieve their purposes, that Reiner admitted in front of Eren that he destroyed the wall not because they forced him, but because he wanted to be a hero, so his parents could be together and be proud of him.

No. Because it's much easy only to throw shit at Eren because he's killing babies of background characters who were totally fine with the idea to exterminate the eldians of Paradise, and yes, that includes inocent eldian children, Historia's baby and all the kids she saved at the orphanage. But I guess people is not ready to talk about this.

People don't talk about the fact Armin, Jean, Connie and the rest of the cast admited in ch 133 that they are sinners too. That they forced Eren to do this, that despite they wanted to stop him, they couldn't give him a realistic and a good alternative solution. That the Alliance killed their own comrades and ignored Eren's depression for four years. Now they regret ir but it's too late.

Btw, Armin is my favourite character of snk, and I LOVE Jean with all my heart and I like the rest of the cast. But all these things are true. Eren is the one who is commiting a global genocide, but the rest of the cast are not heroes, they're guilty about this as well. So stop picture them as heroes and Eren as the only villain of the world. This story is much more complex than that.

If you can't deal with characters with complex moratily and cruel actions, perhaps you should go to read Fairy Tail, Bleach or Naruto, where things are solved because the perfect and heroic main character is a saint who can solves all the problems of the world with the power of friendship and/or is able to change the mind of everybody just using the "talk-no-jutsu". And I'm not saying this like a bad thing, Naruto is one of my faves mangas and I like B and FT too.

and about the ending, I see a lot of people expecting some kind of cliché and easy ending, like the typicals about heroes-vs-villains stories of most Marvel's movies and mainstream animes, despite of Isayama himself has said in lot of interviews he wanted to hurt his readers and he loves controversial stories of murderers and monsters.

I don't know how Isayama will finish this. I wish it could be a peaceafull ending where eldians and humans can solve all their problems, but snk was never so positive. If Alliance wins and kills Eren and Isayama still is able to do a realistic and logical ending, giving the world convincent reasons to forgive the eldians of Paradis after that, I will be satisficed. But if Eren wins and kill all the people of the world because that's really the only way to save eldians... I won't blame Isayama. I love bittersweet, different and controversial endings.

I don't want the Alliance to die, specially my babies Armin and Jean, I love them too much, but whatever if is either Eren who wins or either the Alliance, I would like to see an ending where Eren's survives, because I think that would be very interesting, to see him dealing with the guilt of his crimes during the rest of his life, with some kind of PTSD and trying to keep moving foward with his life despite of that. That would be a million times more interesting than "just kill him because he's bad". No, he deserves to suffers the burden of his actions, same as Reiner did after he back to Marley. The scene when Reiner tried to suicided but didn't it because Falco and Gabi were his reasons to keep living made me felt a lot of emotions, I know a lot of people considered that scene like a meme now, but the emotional impact was amazing. So, if I could choose, I prefer to see a scene of Eren like that, instead ot just being murdered.

#eren jaeger #snk #snk 134 #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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stellar-alley · 5 years ago

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Everfalls

•Chapter 3•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

(Summary: Eddie's first day at Derry High and he has a pretty eventful day.)

(Note: Okay so, this is gonna sound weird, but it needs to happen. So yes Eddie just came to Derry and doesn't know much about human life, but he's gonna go to school. And that's the thing, I have no clue how to set up a scene where he finds out about highschool and decides to go. So I'm just gonna say it now, Eddie knows what school is and how to act cause obviously they had schools in The All Lands, but now he's just going to human highschool cause he knows he can't just.... not go to school. I hope this makes sense! So yeah, when Monday rolls around Eddie gets up and gets ready to head to school)

Monday morning Richie had some time to spare before homeroom which he spent chain-smoking with Beverly. She's one of Richie's long time friends who also happens to be his smoking buddy. The two sat in their usual spot under the bleachers by the football field which gave them a good view of the student parking lot as they people watched. They blew smoke clouds into the sky and talked about whatever came to mind.

Smoking isn't a new pastime for Richie, he started a couple of years ago when his father told him about how Ancestors couldn't get human illnesses. That's why Richie never got sick or had the flu and would never get cancer. At first, Went and Maggie were opposed to the idea since they thought it made Richie look bad, but the two caved as they knew it was better for Richie to be smoking in the bathroom rather than starting fights outback and clawing some punk to death. Smoking had also become a way for the young pup to calm his nerves when life got to be too much. If he was on the verge of losing his grip on his other side he'd start smoking, which would slowly calm the wolf inside of him.

"So Rich, how was your weekend?" Beverly Marsh, one of the most badass, hardcore people Richie knows. She lives her life on her terms, after her father's mysterious death, she was legally adopted by her aunt. Beverly then proceeded to convince her super cool aunt to let her stay in her apartment on her own, and somehow she succeeded.

The werewolf shrugged, "You know, same old same old. Read comics, watched TV, read comics while watching tv". Thinking about the weekend brought up the memory of the vomiting, and what that meant for the full moon. He had 20 days before his first shift, and usually, a wolf would be excited, just waiting to finally 'wolf out'. But not this pup. Richie was worried, he'd never done anything like this before and he was nervous. The visual of the full moon hanging low in the sky prompted Richie to close his eyes and take a long drag.

Then there was that feeling again. Just like the one from Saturday afternoon when he was reading comics and suddenly felt like looking out the window. Just as he finished his drag, Richie's eyes fluttered open, immediately his gaze fell on an unfamiliar face. Richie abruptly began coughing harshly.

"Woah Richie, what's up?" Bev placed her hand on his back and patted it a couple of times.

Richie forced himself to look up again. This time the wolf's eyes were met with a pair of golden Bambi eyes, wide with curiosity. The boy was staring up at the big school building that stood before him then smiled softly down at the paper in his hand. He wore a black beanie but that didn't hide the chocolate brown locks that shined under the warm light of the morning sun. Richie couldn't stop the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of this earth angel.

"Who's the new kid?" He croaked in between coughs.

Bev urgently looked up to see who he was talking about, she shook her head and turned back to her friend. She quickly reached into her backpack and grabbed her water bottle, slapped it into Richie's hand and forced him to drink. Thankfully, he stopped coughing. "Better?" She asked.

Richie nodded, "Better" he confirmed. When he went to look at the new kid again, he had disappeared.

Shit

Eddie was excited to start highschool. There was something about this new start at a new school that made him feel like he was finally living his life on his terms. The young Ancestor walked up the main pathway towards the school and fished his packet of forms out from his bag. He began to scan his papers, wondering where he needed to go first but there was a sudden burst of coughs that drew his gaze away from his papers.

Eddie looked up and saw a guy sat under a set of bleachers, frantically coughing. He wore a dark red beanie on his head which covered black messy curls. Eddie didn't get to examine the rest of the boy or even go ask if he was okay, because someone had just walked up to him and began talking.

"Hey are you Eddie?" A female voice asked from beside him.

Eddie had to pry his eyes off of the boy under the bleachers and realized he hadn't even heard what she’d said. He only responded with, "Hm?".

Her smile didn't falter, "You're Eddie, right?" She repeated.

"Yes! That's me" Eddie returned the smile.

"Great, my name is Alley. The office told me that you needed someone to shadow for your first day. We have the same schedule, so you'll be my shadow today" She informed Eddie. Basically she was going to show Eddie around and take him to all her classes, which was a plus because they had them all together.

Alley was a little bit taller than Eddie. Soft caramel brown curls that fell just past her shoulders and matching brown eyes. She wore a red and black flannel with a tye-dye t-shirt underneath that had the phases of the moon on it, ripped jeans and vans. It was different from Eddie's style, but he liked it.

For his first day, the bunny carefully chose an outfit from the clothes he'd brought. A pair of grey-blue jeans and a loose jean button up with the sleeves rolled up. Oh! And his father's beanie of course.

"Great," Eddie said happily and followed Alley into the school.

First, she led him to the office where he signed off on the last of his papers and got the last of the supplies he needed. Next was homeroom, which was biology. Then math, and lunch. Alley insisted that he join her at her normal table which consisted of her friends Regan and Cece. Reagan was a redhead with a subtle southern accent whilst Cece had short brown hair and wore a red flannel matching with Alley. Eddie couldn't tell if it was intentional or not, but nonetheless, they were nice girls and welcomed him with open arms.

Once lunch was over, Alley and Eddie were walking side by side in the hallway on their way to English when Alley unexpectedly grabbed Eddie by the hand and pulled him off into a side hallway. She put her finger to her lips in an attempt to get him to stay quiet. The boy watched as a group of guys walked through the halls, there were four of them, and it didn't look like Alley was the only one who tried to stay out of their way.

So Eddie stayed quiet, and spoke once they were out of earshot, "Who was that?".

"That's Henry Bowers and his goons" She groaned, "Sorry about that. Henry and my brother have some weird beef, so now he has it out for me too or whatever" Alley rolled her eyes. Then motioned for Eddie to continue following her through the halls.

"That sucks" Eddie looked over at the worried look that Alley wore.

"Hmm, yeah. Just don't get on his bad side, please" Alley advised before she turned towards the door to their English class.

The atmosphere shifted when they stepped inside the classroom. From a tense and steady hallway to a laughter filled classroom. Somebody had obviously told a joke or something because most of the kids were laughing if not giggling/smirking.

Eddie's eyes fell on the boy who was laughing the loudest. His smile lit up the entire room, his laugh was loud but true, real, and heartwarming. The edges of Eddie's lips threatened to make his smile bigger than it already was, but he resisted the urge to laugh along with them. Instead he followed Alley to a couple of open seats near the window. He took the seat behind her and got his binders out and placed them neatly on his desk.

The laughter in the room slowly began to die down. Eddie glanced over at the laughing boy, still giggling and poking at his bigger friend, but looked away soon after and focused on the notebooks in front of him. Eddie glanced again when he fully stopped laughing, even though he wasn't laughing, his face still glowed. Even if he wasn't smiling he still gave off that positive energy that caused Eddie to smile down at his notes.

Richie noticed Eddie as well. He was a little busy laughing his ass off at his own joke to go introduce himself when the new boy first entered the classroom, and he'd been sitting down for a little while now. Richie came to the conclusion that it'd be weird if he did go now. So he opted to keep the conversation up with his friends, and just keep an eye on the new kid. He'd caught the new kid doing the same, which caused him to smirk to himself.

"Okay okay, guys if I laugh anymore I'm gonna piss myself" Richie giggled.

"Why do you insist on calling it piss? Please just say pee" Stan rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Urination Station?" Ben suggested with raised eyebrows. Surprisingly, Stan actually cracked up at the suggestion.

The ones who sat around Richie were Ben Hanscom and Stanley Uris.

Ben Hanscom is a bigger kid, that goes for his heart as well. That kid is caring and thoughtful as hell. Then there's Stan The Man Uris, he's a Jew, which basically means he killed Jesus. Kidding. (He made that joke in the book, don't @ me) but seriously, Stan is one of the real ones. He's my ride or die.

Their little laugh session was cut short when their English teacher, Mr Brock, walked into the room. He was fairly tall and well built, he had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, which matched his blue button up. "Hello ladies and gentlemen. Today we're gonna be starting 1984, by George Orwell. But before that, we do have a new student. Eddie? Do you mind standing?".

Eddie nodded, quietly stood up and gave the class a quick wave, “Hello".

"Guys, this is Eddie Kaspbrak. Make him feel at home, alright? Eddie, welcome to my English class" he smiled over at his student, Eddie quickly sat back down, his cheeks a little bit darker than before.

The class went fairly well, aside from the time when Mr Brock requested for Eddie to read a passage from 1984 out loud, and he stumbled over literally every third word. It was mildly embarrassing but he got over it quickly.

The rest of the day was good! Since the school is already 2 months into the second semester I have a stack of homework to catch up on. That's okay though! At least now I have my own thing to keep me busy. After English, I had history, which was for sure a challenge since the things we learn back home about human history is very different from what humans teach...

Overall my day was going pretty well! Then it took a turn...

The final bell had rung, Eddie and Alley grabbed their bags from their lockers and began to make their way out of the school. Eddie vaguely explained where he lived, without giving too much detail since he knew she wouldn't know where his house was anyway since it was, ya know, invisible to everyone except him. On the plus side, they walked the same way home! Yes Alley's house was only 2 minutes from the school and they'd split off pretty quickly but it was nice to know he didn't have to walk the entire way alone. She even showed him how to go through the back gate of the school, so they'd miss all of the foot traffic at the front of the school.

The two friends were walking behind the school, no one else in sight, as all of the students fled the school as soon as possible. They turned the corner to walk towards the back gate and spotted Henry Bowers and his goons, they leaned up against the school's exterior wall. Henry had a mullet and a raggy tank top on, and he was with a kid with bleach blonde hair who looked like he was going to join the army, and a bigger guy with a baseball cap who stood beside the tallest of the four, he was lanky with black shaggy hair. Eddie's stomach turned as he thought about what would happen if they started something...

Just as the two were about to peacefully walk past the four boys, Henry stepped in front of them. He glared at Alley, "Red, better tell your fucking brother to get me my damn money or else-".

"You'll eat him alive?" She finished, "Yeah I know". Alley hadn't stopped walking, neither had Eddie. But just as they were about to walk around Henry, he stuck his foot out. Alley fell face-first to the pavement.

"Don't talk back to me, bitch" Henry leaned down and growled at her.

The Ancestor's eyes were as wide as saucers as he stepped in, "Hey come on we don't wanna start anything" Eddie pleaded.

"Was I talking to you? Fucking fairy. Jesus, this town just keeps getting more fucked with all of these fags-", Eddie didn't think, he just... Punched Henry. Right in the face. The bully stumbled backwards, suddenly all of his goons were up and behind him as if they were awaiting a command to attack. The tall lanky one grabbed Henry's shoulder before he fell. Henry shook his hand off before he returned his attention to Eddie and Alley, who was now back on her feet.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that fags could be tough asses" He snarled and glanced at the guys behind him, "looks like we better show these bastards whos the boss around here".

Henry took a step forward, pulled his fist back and was just about to throw a punch at Eddie, when a rock hit him in the back of the head. If he wasn't mad before, not Henry looked pissed. "What the fu-" He turned and roared at whoever was behind him when another rock hit his stomach. He gripped the area that was hit as pain exploded in his stomach.

"I don't think you wanna do that" A voice called out. Eddie's eyes snapped up to whoever was talking. His gaze was greeted by the beanie boy from English, the one who was manically coughing under the bleachers.

Henry was about to command the attack, go full-on and beat the living shit out of the boy, but something caught his eye. A cop car was parked at the edge of the school's property. Henry knew his father was watching, he had to stand down, or else he'd risk a much harder beating from his own father.

"Scatter, regroup tomorrow" Henry commanded instead, defeat tinted his voice. Patrik, Victor and Belch hesitated only for a moment before doing as their leader said, and they left. But Henry waited for a minute or two with an emotionless face.

"Go" Eddie gave his own demand to Alley, she nodded, as she didn't need any more scrapes and bruises. So she left.

Henry glanced at the cop car and noticed that his father wasn't looking at them, so he took his chance. Richie was curious about what Henry kept glancing at, he tilted his head momentarily to look behind him. He didn't notice Henry pick up one of the rocks he'd been hit with, nor did he notice him pull back in preparation to throw it.

Eddie's heart stopped when he watched Henry pelt the boy, in the head with the rock. Then everything stopped altogether when he fell to the ground on impact.

"Suck on that" Henry smirked before he bolted, worried that his father had seen him.

The Ancestor stood there in shock, unsure of what to do. The boy was still on the ground when Eddie rushed to his side.

"Holy shit a-are you okay?" His words were rushed, kinda like his thoughts. Eddie rapidly began to scan the boy who laid before him. He wasn't responding, which was bad, but Eddie could see his chest rise and fall as he breathed, which was good. "Please, please wake up" He begged as he examined the damage that Henry had done. He had to try to focus on the mission at hand, helping his classmate, he had to ignore his sharp jawline and his cute black curls- not now Eddie, jesus, not now-

He was hit just above his eyebrow, close to his hairline. The rock left cuts and scratches on the poor boy's pretty face. He had been wearing glasses, but Eddie was more focused on the blood coming from the boy's head. Eddie also noticed that the boy's beanie still remained on his head. He hesitated, not wanting to take the hat off, but he needed to get a clear view of the scrap. So before he could think about it anymore, he winced and slid the beanie off the boy's head.

"Shit" Eddie gasped at what laid before him. His ears weren't normal, they weren't human. Perched on top of his head, hidden deep within the forest of curls, were a pair of wolf ears. They were covered in black fur, similar to his hair, and they were pointed, like wolf ears.

Okay Eddie, calm down. He has wolf ears, is he a hybrid? a werewolf?

The questions began to eat away at him.

STOP IT! Okay, you need to focus. He's hurt, focus on that. Ask questions later. Freak out later.

Eddie looked away, took a deep breath then moved his hands to hover over the scraped area. He pushed his worries down and began to put all of his focus into the damage done to this cute boy's forehead.

Magic was common amongst Ancestors, it came easier to some, while others didn’t have any at all. Eddie was lucky, he had a good grasp over his abilities. He had a small range of powers but he mainly used his abilities to heal. So that’s what he did. The bunny moved his hands to hover over the wound and he watched as little white wisps of magic began to seep from his palms.

Word Count: 3030

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jewpacabruhs · 5 years ago

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bruv im still jus. wow. theres so much to say but. do u kno how good it feels... to be jewish, to accidentally fixate on one eric cartman & love him more than any other fictional character for almost seven years now, and then to see him in a little yarmulke, standing at kyle's side while he recites from the torah? do you know how validating that is?

i gotta get personal for a second here. idk how, but in the last few yrs my relationship with my own jewishness has been deeply influenced and intertwined with south park, as ironic and ridiculous as that sounds. i grew up secular, completely nonpracticing; as a child, i was only ethnically jewish, and saw jews as strictly an ethnicity, and a popularly hated one to boot. and it scared me. ive talked about it before, but as a child hearing about the shoah and about antisemitism, i couldn't understand. i thought it was looks for a while, which confused me, because ive got blonde hair and blue eyes and all my family that got caught up in nazi europe did/do too. i remember thinking as a second grader that i would've been spared for that reason; why didn't a good chunk of my family? but i grew up in a mormon neighborhood, with plenty of other blonde kids, and they stayed away from me like i had a disease. this was before puberty, before my hair got a little frizzier and my nose got a little bigger, when i looked just like any of them. but already, at age 8, i was an outsider. i wasn't one of them and i never would be, and they wanted me to know that.

and then i started to get it. it clicked even more once i got to high school and got called a kike every other day - but prior to high school, you know what i found, and you know what really pushed me towards understanding what being a secular jew in america meant? south park. and as a dumb little sixth grader with no critical thinking skills, you know what shaped my opinions on my own people? south park.

and that's good and bad. good because i do sincerely think kyle broflovski is excellent fictional representation for jewish people, maybe one of the top few ever shown on television. he gets on my nerves at times, but he's good through and through, he's well written and multi-dimensional, he's not a walking stereotype but he still has prominent jewish features that jewish viewers can look at and see in themselves, his morals and viewpoints and beliefs are obviously deeply influenced by judaism, hes deeply proud of his heritage and culture... and that all means a lot to me. and by the amount of jewish sp fans that adore kyle, it means a lot to them too.

the bad thing is, yeah, i can't deny it, during older seasons, cartman's treatment of kyle probably taught a lot of young and dumb viewers how to view jews in real life. have i, as a kyman shipper and cartman stan, justified that within a fictional and narrative context? yes. but it doesn't change the real-world effect; south park, but specifically cartman, since he's the mouthpiece, likely did cause some easily-influenced people to pick up antisemitic beliefs. did this contribute to the rise of the alt-right? debatable, but to some extent, possibly. was that m&t's intention and should south park be canceled and denounced? fuck no, i'll always love it lol, and fuck censorship. but it is something that should be taken into account.

matt and trey clearly regret that, and understand that it's no longer acceptable or fitting or needed in today's sociopolitical climate - or, okay, maybe they don't even regret it; they just understand that when fiction becomes reality, the fictional jackass isn't necessary when there's one right there in real life, sitting in the oval office, yeah? old cartman doesn't deserve or need a voice, not when real, awful people actually have one right now. and m&t are actively trying to change cartman for the better and really, really backpedal on his bigotry, while still doing it in a way that makes sense from a story-telling perspective. it's not a complete uncharacteristic change of character; it's shifting with the times and writing it into the character's arc so that it's a logical and plausible development in cartman's story.

cartman's behavior in the last few seasons is consistent character development. m&t themselves are pushing it, and clearly it's sincere; cartman's not faking. unless they're building up a surprise twist over the last, what, three to four seasons, that he was faking the whole time! woah! if so it better be a damn good pay off, because that's a lot of time invested. though that seems more forward-thinking than sp tends to be. they're intentionally stuck in the short-term, aren't they? plot-wise. but their character development is pretty long-term, and right now, cartman is consistently decent, and if it comes across as faking, it's because cartman's over-dramatic in how he speaks, and trey does that intentionally.

that's a tonal thing, and it's hard to say in a fictional character, but as someone who struggles with empathy myself, empathy and sincerity don't go hand in hand. you can lack empathy while still caring enough to sincerely and wholeheartedly apologize for something and mean that apology. not feeling remorse doesn't mean you can't apologize genuinely; the two don't go hand in hand. you can be mentally ill in any capacity, even a psychopath, and still deeply care about things or people, just not in the way someone else might. so you can headcanon that cartman's still a psycho/sociopath, though right now that's actually kinda going against canon, but don't rain on other's parades if they're happy he's exhibiting healthy growth. besides, and i repeat: what could cartman exploit out of faking sincerity for several seasons? nothing, so why bother? he wouldn't, unless it's literal in-show subconscious growth.

does that mean he's magically developed empathy? no. is it becoming less probable he's a legitimate sociopath/psychopath (while still possibly having better-disguised antisocial tendencies)? yes. does he seem to have better coping or anger management skills? somehow, yes! he seems to be legitimately healthier. does this mean he's no longer accountable for his past misdeeds, and even his present, less-severe ones? of course not! and you can still hate him all you want, but modern cartman is not the same as older cartman, and shouldn't be treated as such. because is this growth? absolutely.

he's clearly healthier, even happier. he's less angry, he's still a little shit but he no longer relies on bigotry or cruelty or anger to get the negative attention he thrives off, rather he gravitates towards being simply annoying. you know why he called ice? pettiness, immaturity, a little bit of spite, and a need for silly revenge. he's being intentionally petty, but going about it in a sly but no longer psychopathic way. less hannibal lector and more, idk, regina george, lol. extremely different on the antagonist scale. and cartman's been both.

and maybe it's personal bias on what type of human is worse within fiction, someone unstable and bizarre with violent tendencies (which is how he's come to be viewed in pop culture & some of the fandom, as a result of eps like scott tenorman must die), versus someone inclined towards pettiness and more silent and, i dunno, social-status-and-pride-driven types of revenge (cartman in general when he's not being particularly awful, tbh)... but i think it'd be pretty universally agreed that the latter is at the very least more tolerable, manageable, and even likeable - and certainly more redeemable. let's put it this way; if cartman continued on the path he was on, he'd be one of those tiki holding fucks, wearing a confederate flag hat, and he'd treat kyle soooo much worse. instead, m&t have turned him into a hypocritical false-woke ignorant dumbass - but that's strongly less problematique than it's counterpart, and it works.

because cartman simply serves a different narrative purpose now. and that's not sloppy writing; it's well-timed evolution of a character that stepped into a pre-9/11, pre-trump, pre-social media world! so much has changed, and south park is reflecting that in its characters, most notably in a character who was stuck in the, what, 1960s with his beliefs? that was fine way back when, but matt&trey are smart dudes - they understand that sometimes things have to change. besides, they love cartman, too. he's their favorite. but they understand that when real people act like him, it's not so comedic or satirical or funny, & they don't want to look at cartman, at their creation who they've invested twenty-two years in, and see the all-too-real hate of modern radical white america.

i think we know enough about matt&trey's social stances these days, and the empathy they've seemed to develop after having kids, to understand that they're no longer in their "apathy is best, everyone is stupid" phase. current south park is left-leaning and admittedly preachy at times, but i wouldn't want it any other way. g-d knows it's better this way than if they'd embraced and decided to appeal to their right-libertarian following instead. cartman's evolved in a progressive and positive way, and it's fucking dope, especially to us cartman stans who so badly want him to be good. and he is good right! he's doing so good!

and i know im up my own ass rn but yall know how much i myself have campaigned for jewish kyman/cartman and how much i just deeply and truly adore it, and to see it actualized in a canon episode to some extent? that meant the world to me. i couldn't believe my eyes. i was tellin lai - that's the most genuine, pure, almost violent happiness ive felt in my soul in years. that was like a straight shot of serotonin to the heart. that simple little scene made me so fucken happy yall dont even know. & theres a lot to be said about the political commentary and plenty of other people are analyzing that, but im a simple jewish kyman & cartman stan and boy ive been fed good fjskfkdkdkfk!!!

#in other news #sickly jew shay had her vision white out at school today and almost fell down the stairs #my grandpa has been given a week to live #AND the anniversary of the most important person in my life's death is approaching #and i turn fucking 19 soon and i always have birthday crisises #so fucken superb!#in happier news family guy airs soon and it's unfortunately still a fixation of mine so im unjustly excited #lissen stewie's worn a yarmulke twice in fg canon and i cried then #i love cartman approximately... 50x more than stewie jus bc of longevity and. nostalgia and favoritism #i was in legitimate hysterics #sp continues to be my light at the end of the tunnel jfkskf #mine #txt #sp spoilers #theres so much here im sorry i ramble sm #i struggle w wordz and usin em ironically

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theateared · 4 years ago

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What’s Wrong With You? ❜

Summary: There's a reason that Murr’s career is almost entirely self-made. Warnings: N/A.

His eyes were drawn to the sticky mess covering the floor. What was left of his pudding cup had been smacked out of his hands, plastic spoon snapping painfully under the weight of a hefty palm. With disbelief, Murr shifted his gaze to look his manager in the face.

“What the hell? What’s WRONG with you?! I was just tryna enjoy a snack befer gettin’ back t’work!”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with YOU?! You know that stuff will only make you fat. We’ve had this conversation a million times!”

The words stung more than he cared to admit-- not necessarily because of their implication, but because of his own struggle with an eating disorder. It had taken him a hell of a long time to get into good habits, and though he wouldn’t fall back into bad ones for the sake of one comment, it did make the gears in his head turn in that all-too-malignant manner.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe one cup won’t matter, but one cup everyday? Maybe that will matter.

After taking in a subtle breath, steadying the slight incline of his heartbeat, he replied in a calm but firm tone: “Yer bang outta line, Zach. However ya feel, ya can’t just go hittin’ shit I paid fer outta my hands.” He cut his manager off with a tut as he spotted a dark stain forming on his shirt. “Yeesh, y’owe me dry-cleanin’ money...”

The sound of the dressing-room door slamming shut made Murr look up at him. Only now was he beginning to feel slightly worried.

Zach hadn’t been his first choice for a professional opinion. However, when they’d met while he was working in Vide, the man had wormed his way into Murr’s good graces with his patience and humour. On the surface, he was mild-mannered and fun, somewhat quirky to boot, but Murr had soon realised that he wasn’t really the person that he thought he was. His fuse was short, he was a control freak, always wanting to micromanage every tiny decision he made about his productions, and he was aggressive. Though he’d never laid his hands on him, Murr suspected that that much would change - and he wouldn’t allow it.

“You’re just so fuckin’ UNGRATEFUL! You think you can do whatever you want just because some people know who you are! You eat shite! You don’t take care of yourself! You drink and smoke like an idiot! You don’t think that shit’s going to ruin your look? Your VOICE?”

“Listen, yer not my fuckin’ dad. Back off ‘n’ mind yer own damn business, alright? I ain’t yer DOG, Zach, y’can’t tell me how t’live.” He turned his back on the man then, eager for the argument to fizzle out. Hands searched his desk for his revised script, darting past a celebratory bottle of champagne for after the show. Part of him knew that it likely wasn’t a good idea to show him that he’d made some last-minute changes to the play, but he was desperate to divert the focus elsewhere. He couldn’t stand being talked down to like a child. Not even his father spoke to him that way. “Look, I have some--”

“I don’t CARE, Murr!” He lurched forwards to slap the papers out of his hands, scattering them across the floor. The star stared at him at a loss for words, mouth half-open in a desperate attempt to neutralise the situation, when suddenly Zach’s hands entangled in his collar. He pulled him closer with a vehemence that startled the huro, horns bumping against his forehead as he was met with a furious glare. It smelled as if his manager had been drinking, a hint of whiskey hovering on his breath. “What do I have to do to get you to fuckin’ listen?”

“Let go’a me…!”

“YOU’RE SABOTAGING YOURSELF!”

“GET OFF OF ME!” His voice was shrill as he shoved hard at Zach’s shoulders. The man staggered away from him - and the momentum sent Murr staggering back into the dresser, an arm stuck out haphazardly to support himself. The adrenaline had kicked in by now; he felt like a bird trapped in a cage, one that flapped and cawed and squealed, and his father’s words ran through his head like a strike of lightning.

You know your worth, son. Always be kind, always be generous, but don’t bend.

Murr’s gaze darkened. You don’t treat me like that. Nobody treats me like that. I’m not something for somebody else to control. Slowly, he straightened his stance, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steel his nerves before he pointed at him firmly. “Don’t ever lay yer hands on me again.” His voice dripped with venom so potent that it gave the drunk man a moment’s pause. He couldn’t tell whether he was affronted by being told what to do or if he was seriously considering the fact that he was wrong-- and he didn’t care.

At least, he didn’t until Zach squared his shoulders and advanced on him. “Or what, huh? What’re you gonna do? Don’t forget that YOU’RE in MY debt! Who’s gettin’ your name out here in Vide, huh?”

“I AM!” Murr retorted angrily, a thumb jabbing into his own chest as he glowered at him without restraint. If looks could kill, a glare from Murr would send a man straight to hell. “Don’t take the credit fer MY hard work! I’M the one singin’ ‘n’ dancin’ ‘n’ writin’ ‘n’ performin’ like a goddamn grease-monkey! This shit is MINE!”

“Like you’d ever get anywhere in Vide without a Vvder’s help!” Zach bit back, getting closer to him with every step. I’m going to punch this huro’s teeth in. I’m going to bend his stupid fucking horns until they snap. “You’re NOTHING here! You huros are all the goddamn same-- you’re all so PROUD.”

“Get away from me, Zach.”

“You’re all so EAGER to KISS YOUR OWN ASSES! You all pretend to work hard, but the only things you’re ‘fixing’ are the problems that you made yourselves, because your district is founded on false generosity and LAZINESS--”

“That’s NOT true!” Murr barked. Really, this realm wasn’t a great one. Though it was wondrous and beautiful, with surprises at every corner, things that could never be found on Earth, its people were so angry and hateful. Though Valor’s quest had done a lot to quell a lot of bigotry, it also wasn’t magically erased in one day. There was still a lot of work to be done-- which was precisely why Murr felt it appropriate to defend his district. It wasn’t out of patriotism; it was a direct response to a racist ideology that viders perpetuated every day. Even in spite of The Crossover, their districts very much conjoined at this point, some viders still fed each other the same dastardly lies like Nazis did with Jews.

Unacceptable. Disgusting. And what makes it worse is that you yourself are doing it. There’s no Big Bad making you think these things, or say these things-- you’re just terrible, and unwilling to learn.

Distracted, he fell when Zach’s hands met his chest in the form of a hard shove. For all of the grace that he possessed on stage, he tumbled to the ground like a sack of bricks, confused and dazed, staring up at him with a stupefied sort of silence. His manager wasn’t a very imposing man. He was a little smaller than him, and his stature was nothing to write home about, skinny like a weed; however, towering above him like that, with the intention of hurting him, Murr’s fight-or-flight response kicked in. Just as Zach drew back his arm for a punch, Murr hurriedly reached up, fingers coiling around the thick glass of the bottle and dragging it into his lap. Without even thinking about it, he hit it against the leg of his dresser, splintering the glass and spilling champagne all over himself and the floor. The jagged end was brandished like a weapon, teeth grit in a furious sneer, malicious intent clear.

In a fierce scream: “I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME--”

The dressing room fell silent then. The lights surrounding his vanity mirror were the only source of illumination ( he found it easier to proof-read and edit in dimmer places ), their space bathed in a baby pink glow. In any other context, one might have deemed it romantic; instead, Murr regarded it with the same quiet dread that he might a red room.

Slowly, Zach raised his hands, backing off. “... I’m drunk.”

“You’re fired,” Murr hissed in response, trying hard to hold back the urge to cry. Far from a crybaby he was, but adrenaline had a funny way of reducing him to tears. He was overwhelmed when it kicked in; torn between lashing out in furious anger and crumpling in on himself with unrelenting sorrow. He’d always been emotional like that. “Just go.”

“But--”

“I said GO!” He didn’t think about it as he hurled what remained of the glass into the nearby wall. The noise startled the other into a hasty retreat, the door barely flung shut as he disappeared from Murr’s life for good.

In the newfound quiet, Murr sat still. Slowly, he brought his knees up to his chest, chin settling atop them as his arms coiled around them like a snake. He didn’t cry. He didn’t yell. He didn’t work. He just sat there, willing his heartbeat to slow down, willing his eyes not to fill up, willing himself not to run back home to his parents now that his dream was almost within his grasp. They had too much faith in his ability to abandon the position he’d found himself in. Manager or not, he’d make his way in this district, and he’d do it despite all of the naysayers that expressed their doubt in him.

You can’t make it in Vide without a vider’s help, huro. Fuck that. I can do it.

After a few minutes to collect his bearings, hands no longer shaking, Murr slowly unfurled from his position on the floor, hands and knees climbed to as he searched for the pages his ex-manager had struck out of his grasp.

His heart sank when he was met something wet and soggy.

With mounting grief, the star slowly turned one of the sodden pages over. It fell to bits in his grasp, ink that had formed words now a blurred mess. He didn’t need to look at the others to know that they had all met a similar fate.

Tiredly, Murr sank back into his previous position, huddled in front of his dresser, the rosy light only touching the tips of his shoes; a black mark in the blushing light.

The show’s tomorrow morning. I’m screwed.

#🞮 — i think you're gonna be my biggest fan! ❜ ( murr. )#☆ — i never promised you your dream boy. ❜ ( main. )#☆ — i'm just here to destroy. ❜ ( ic. )#drabble *#/ JUST SOME DEETS ON ONE OF MURR'S PAST VENTURES!#AND HIS DICKHEAD OF A MANAGER AT THE TIME!#THSI IS THE FIRST PROPER THING I'VE WRITTEN IN A WHILE AYYY #might be gettin over that block!

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buckys-beach · 6 years ago

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A Shelby Caught Out With A Solomons pt.3

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

Imagine: Your secret relationship with the infamous London gangster was going extremely well. Well, as good as it could be considering you were a Shelby. But it all comes crashing down once your brothers discover you on your knees in front of him.

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Swearing (obvs), bit of sexual harassment

A/N: enjoy ;)

“Tommy” You cringed at the way your voice trembled, making it all too obvious to your brother just how weak you are at the moment.

“(Y/N)” The monotone lull responded back to you

“Look, I’m so sorry about what happened. I just need my family back, please, I’ll do anything” A single tear made its way down your cheek, quickly wiping it away you strained to detect any indication on the other line as to what your brother was thinking.

“Alright”

“Alright what?” You replied rather dumbfounded, what was he on about?

“I’ll forgive you if you help me with some business. I’ll get some men over to you to explain the situation” Was all the reply you received, with that the line went dead signalling him hanging up.

Tommy’s POV

Thomas Shelby was a man that always saw the clear line between right and wrong, especially when his family was involved. It’s no secret that he has gotten very close to crossing that line, he somehow always managed to stop and redeem himself, no matter what.

But on this said occasion that line was looking a bit hazy, but with no other plan to turn to, he continued to walk down that path. Because the thing was, he knew it wasn’t the best plan but it’s the only fucking option that he deemed worthy enough to get himself out of the shit with Sabini

One of the blinder boys was caught in a rather compromising position with one of Sabini’s nieces, making the Italian not a very happy man, and naturally he wanted to knock the Peaky Blinders down a few pegs because of that.

‘Surely (Y/N) can handle it, I mean she was practically raised by criminals and now she’s in bed with another one, she’ll make it?’ With that last ringing of doubt going through his mind he pushed it back to the back of his head, she wronged them in his eyes, and now she needed to make it up and this is the only way to make sure Sabini doesn’t do anything worse to the Shelby clan.

“Thomas?”

“What?”

“Christ, I’ve been talking to you for the last 10 minutes and you weren’t listening, great. I was saying who was calling?” Aunt Pol’s voice interrupted his thoughts

“It was (Y/N)”

“Oh thank God, how is she doing?” worry clearing laced in her voice, she’d been like this nonstop since her niece didn’t return from London with the boys, with very limited information about what went on and ordered not to call her it was only natural.

“She’s ready to make up for her mistake” Thomas plainly states

“I would hardly call falling in love with a man a mistake” Polly scolded her nephew, that disapproving look ever present.

“Pol, she was in fucking Alfie fucking Solomons, the man who almost beat Arthur to death, remember?”

“Thomas, you and I both know you are in no place to judge who your sister shares her bed with, I’m sure she had no idea what Alfie had planned for Arthur and I’ll tell you something I know for certainty, she would have rained all mighty hell down on that man when she found out.” Tommy could just imagine the small frame of his sister screaming at the much larger man of Alfie Solomons, how he must have been petrified, because Tommy sure as hell was the first time she did it to him. A small smile graced his stoic face just for a second, but quickly disappeared.

“Now there’s that smile, I thought you forgot how to do it. Will you finally admit how much you’ve missed her?” Pol smirked, at that moment Arthur, John and Finn clambered into the room, their shouts being heard from at least 5 doors away

“You talking about our (Y/N)?” Arthur questioned, he’d always had a soft spot reserved for his younger sister, he could clearly picture holding her when she was first born and vowing to protect her from the cruel cruel world.

“Yeah, Tommy just spoke to her” Pol informed them, the blue eyed man had to refrain from rolling his eyes, feeling the questions swamp him already.

“What did Solomons hurt her or somethin’?” John spat, knuckles already becoming tenser.

“Is she coming home?” Finn questioned

“Right I’ll say this once, then no more bloody questions, alright?” Tommy receives nods from the rest of his curious family.

“She wants to make up for her mistake, so I’m gonna get her to do some quick business for me then she should be home in about 4 days, give or take” With that the second oldest brother made a quick escape to the door, with no intention what so ever to tell them the truth about the part she was about to play in order to calm Sabini down, sensing their objections at the idea of it.

“You better not be doing something bad to that sister of yours” Polly’s voice echoed through the house just reaching Tommy’s ears before he sauntered down the black streets of Birmingham.

Your POV

“(Y/N) I don’t have a good feeling about this, and you know me luv, I never get a bad feeling for nothing” Turning to your boyfriend, no now fiancé, smiling inwardly at that, you could see him already beginning to fret.

“Alf, all that Tommy has told me is that I need to get in that car with his men and then just stop to do some business on the way, that’s it. C’mon hun, he’s my brother he wouldn’t do anything bad to me no matter who I sleep with” You tried to bring a smile to Alfie’s face, which he never failed to do for you, your attempt had miserably failed.

“See that’s the thing, what ‘business’ is he on about, that could mean fuckin’ anything innit?” His brown orbs bore into yours. “Maybe I should come with you” He suggested

“No way” You immediately interrupted, to which he pretended to be hurt “What why? I thought you’d want to spend time with your husband, un-bloody-believable you’re blowing me off for another man already” “Alf, sweet, no offence but we are kind of in this situation because of you” You smiled sheepishly at him, in return he loudly gasped “Hold on here, blame the Jew why don’t you? If I recall you were the one on your bloody knees!”

Quickly you began to defend yourself, “Well, it isn’t my fault that you’re just so irresistible, and I’m not your wife remember” Ever since his proposal you couldn’t stop him from referring to you as his wife, not that you were complaining. Just worried that if you let him continue he’d declare that you didn’t actually need a proper ceremony because you were already married in his eyes, you know that man like the back of your hand.

“Not yet” He cheekily smirked at you

“Plus, if you came it would make the situation much worse, imagine having a family dinner with Pol, Tommy, Finn, Arthur, John, me and you”

“You’ve got me there luv you have, that sounds bloody disastrous, makes me want to blow my brains out right now if I’m honest” Alfie jokes, making a gun gesture with his fingers and bringing them up to his head. You hit him in the chest for doing such a vulgar expression from your position next to him on the sofa, “You do know at our wedding that is what it’ll be exactly like, just with more Shelby’s” You remind him

“Fuckin’ hell, how many fuckin’ more are there?” He almost screams, but before either of you can say anymore a cars horn sounds outside of Alfie’s home, Tommy’s men ready to take you wherever Thomas ordered them to. Nerves rose in your stomach, but you covered them quickly, knowing that if Alfie knew how you were feeling that there’d be no way he’d let you go.

“Be safe, yeah? Call me when you get there and remember those moves I taught you earlier, just kick them in the jewels and bite them, fuckin’ hurts that does alright, then they’ll be off you as soon as” He talks quickly and directly into your eyes, your hand moves up to caress his check

“Alright mum” you tease, bringing your lips together his meets yours in a feverish urgency.

“I’ll see you in a week yeah?” you whisper, lips just millimetres from his

“Yeah, I’ll have some men follow you” He says, “No you will not Alfie!” you protest

“There’s no way I’m letting you go into another gang’s territory without some of my men, it’ll be the only way I’ll get to bloody sleep at night, it will”

“Fine, but just until I get to Birmingham” You bargain, to which he holds out his hand for you to shake, deal done.

Both of you move from the comfort of the Livingroom to the doorway, chest to chest. “I love you Alfred Solomons”

“I love you (Y/N) Solomons, now that sounds much fucking better than Shelby doesn’t it?” He smirked, knowing it would wind you up, you pinched him on his arm, causing him to release a rather unmanly yelp.

“Bye Alf” your lips met once more before you walked out towards the ominous black car waiting for you, with that you got into the car and one last wave to the man you love you, the tires screeched and you were gone.

“Bye sweet” muttered into the distance.

The bumps on you journey caused you to continuously crash into the two bulky men that were pinned at either side, with a slight ‘omph’ leaving your mouth each time. But no one spoke a single word, between the two men at your side in the back of the car and the two men at the front you had managed to infer that their tense postures meant something unpleasant may well happen, and that was not a good sign for you.

“Look, I’m a bloody Shelby too, can you please just tell me what I have to do. At least then I could prepare for the situation and that’ll help out Tommy even more” You tried to persuade them, looking at each four of the men, who all desperately avoided all eye contact.

Finally, the ginger man at the wheel spoke up, “Tommy said not to tell you anything, your natural reaction will please Sabini more”

Sabini? You heard Alfie talk about this man on numerous occasions and each time there wasn’t that lovely grin adorned to his rugged face, oh no, it was that familiar eye brow crease with a frown that signalled he was a very dangerous man. Suddenly you began to feel sick, the nerves finally getting the best of you as your hands began to tremble ever so slightly. Quickly you folded them into your lap before any of them could sense your anxiety about the situation.

What on earth did he mean by ‘your natural reaction will please Sabini more? ‘Did Sabini want to see me tremble in fear, the sister of the Shelby’s and soon to be Mrs Solomons, because in that case he’d already accomplished it.

But before you could fathom more scenarios which never end well on your behalf, the car suddenly screeched to a halt as a police car swerves in front.

The police? Was this part of Tommy’s plan? Or even worse, part of Sabinis plan?

Both the back doors of the car were swung open at an alarming rate, the two men at your sides scrambled out down the road, leaving you feeling vulnerable, bloody typical men. One large and unkind hand reached from the left of the car and dragged you out onto the pavement.

Your body collided with the ground with a large thud, both hands and knees were scraped before being yanked up under your arms.

“What is going on?” Was all you could get out before the large figure behind you forced your body once more onto a hard surface, but this time it was against the car. Their body pressed into your back, your lip curling in disgust as their hands travelled across your back to your bum.

“Hush now little Shelby, Sabini is going to have his way with you” An Italian voice whispered in your ear, slightly sucking at the lobe.

“Get the fuck off me or else Alfie will rip you apart” You tried to threaten, voice raised with anger and terror.

Two laughs were heard from behind, apparently the men found this hilarious.

“Oh no, what’s your big bad boyfriend gonna do, hey? This is Shelby business, not Solomons. No way he’d jeopardise the truce between the Italians and the Jews for some whore” The other voice spat, and before you knew it you were shoved into the back of the police car after one of them slammed your head into the side of the car, just as everything went black.

Alfie’s POV

“Ollie she should have fuckin’ called by now right?” Alfie’s paces in his office echoed throughout the factory, all the men silent and weary of Alfie’s current temperamental mood.

“Look, maybe you’re just overreacting, there could have been traffic” Ollie was already cursing to himself at the use of words he just used, as Alfie’s head snapped in his direction he knew the wrath he was about to suffer.

“What did you just fuckin’ say to me lad? Overreacting?” the bearded man let out a sarcastic laugh. “My fucking fiancé has just travelled to Birmingham to see her criminal gang family whilst passing through the territory of the fucking Italians, innit. It’s been 8 hours now and we all know (Y/N) keeps her promises, so why the fuck hasn’t she called me, right?” His voice boomed, Ollie wouldn’t be surprised if people down the road heard every word that his boss was saying clearly.

“How about I get in touch with the men that were following her, yeah? They will have seen if something happened” Ollie tried to comfort his boss, with an approving grunt coming from Alfie, Ollie scurried out of the office to find him and his boss some peace of mind.

Your POV

Pain was all you could feel, it seemed that all your body was on fire. But when you tried to sit up, that’s when the red hot pain surged through your head, a strangled groan leaving your lips.

“You’ve got quite a bump there lass” A voice rose

Your eyes darted open, first having to adjust to the darkens of the room you were in, no this icy cold place certainty wasn’t a room. You observed the grim brick walls layered on the three sides surrounding you, but to the front metal bars stood tall from the ceiling to the ground. This was a cell.

“What the..” However, before you could form another word you stomach lurched in a way which was begining to feel like a regular thing to you, vomit rose up from your stomach as you put your head to the side, knowing that there was no way to hold it in.

Once that nightmare was over you sat up, back lent on the cold wall behind you, head slumped slightly to the side, facing the other brick wall you could just about make up a figure.

“I was exactly the same with my third” The voice said again, slowly a woman with wrinkles littering her skin and smiling eyes came into view. Her grey hair mounted her head like snow on a hill, her round frame pottered over to you. She must have been in her sixties at least, what was she doing in a place like this? What were you doing in a place like this? What did she mean by that statement?

The confused look struck on your face prompted her to quickly change the subject.

“You’re (Y/N) Shelby right?” Her soft voice floated in the damp air, a complete contrast to her current surroundings. A woman like this you expect to see in a bakery buying bread for her family, not in a forbidding place for criminals. “No” was your immediate answer. You weren’t stupid, you knew just how many people your brothers had sent to prison or even sent people to their deaths, for all you know the sweet old lady’s son may have been offed by the Peaky Blinders and she was out for revenge.

“Thomas said you’d deny it” She chuckled, her wrinkled hand lay on top of yours as she sat next to you, “My name is Edith, dear, and no use lying to me. I’ve had seven children, I have a sixth sense for that now”

“How do you know my brother?” You questioned accusingly.

“Thomas Shelby is the reason why I’m hear” Edith continued, “Yesterday he came over to my house and offered me a large sum of money if I got arrested and taken to prison, he assured me I’d be put in a cell with his sister, and it was my duty to look after you as I was once a nurse in my day” She explained.

It hit you like a tonne of bricks, you assumed the business deal had gone wrong, you assumed Sabini crossed Tommy, you foolishly assumed Thomas wouldn’t throw his own sister in jail. But who know anything about the notorious Thomas Shelby nowadays? You thought, already coming up with ideas of ways to shout at it him and make his regret what he did. John would no doubt be furious, Arthur acting like a madden horse, Polly would be disappointed, Finn scared, Ada sad and Alfie. Oh your sweet Alfie, he’d be out for Thomas Shelby’s blood.

“How could he do this to me?” You all but cried, tears forming in your eyes ready to spill at any given moment.

“I have to say I’m surprised now about it all, especially given your condition” The old lady muttered to herself, but this brought your attention back to her.

“What do you mean?” You asked, almost scarred of the answer.

“Oh love, you don’t know?” Her gaze turned sympathetic. “When was your last period?”

“About 2 months ago, but it’s because of just how stressed I’ve been with my family” Your hands began to sweat.

“And you’ve been feeling nauseas? Maybe even some cravings?” Your thoughts darted back to those glorious red apples, your heart beat getting ever so slightly faster. “Have your breasts been bigger than usual?” Recalling Alfie’s observations how they have been bigger than normal, much to his enjoyment, panic began to rise.

Putting all and all together your hand instinctively went down to gently touch your almost unnoticeable swollen stomach, “I can’t be” But the all knowing smile from the woman on your right gave all indications that you were. Sudden rage filled your system, how dare your brother toss you like a piece of rag into this murderous place. How dare he risk your life. How dare he threaten your future with Alfie. How dare question your baby’s survival.

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sumergosuigeneris · 6 years ago

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February 12, 2019 Part I

Boss got home around midnight. So he’ll be in today. That is both good and bad. It’s eh b/c he’s back, but very good that I don’t have to reschedule everything for today. In between around 6pm last night and 6 am this morning, the mofo had the nerve to add a couple meetings to his calendar AND offer up a shit ton of time next week for a meeting, most of which were meetings that were hard to schedule. It is an interesting request though. Either he got offered a job that would require him to leave the university, or he didn’t get it and he wants help getting to that next step. The thing for me is, he’s kind of in the same boat as me. At our levels, it’s really hard to make it up to the next step, simply because there are so many fewer jobs as you go higher. Unless they create a new job, I don’t see how they can match it if he did get the offer. Unless there’s a few people retiring in the next couple years....Although, now that I think about it, there were a couple of jobs here that, while not exactly his expertise, would have moved him up. I wonder if he applied or not. As someone who works for him, and understands the drive, I want him to succeed. As someone who works for him, he’s not a good manager or leader, so I only want him to move up into a position where he wouldn’t make things worse, but could contribute in his way to make things thrive. Bureaucracies are good for that. Wow, my spelling is really terrible lately. I couldn’t even spell bureaucracy without looking it up online. However, along the way, I did invent the word ‘brocracy.’ It makes sense as a word.

Didn’t sleep well last night. Didn’t do my laundry last night. Did it this morning, but somehow everyone was using the machines this morning, so it’s a late to work day. When the boss flew in at midnight. You know he’s gonna think some kind of way.

I made my first real apartment building friend in the laundry room today. We started talking bc I was wearing a Kentucky tshirt. He went to UK. And he knew where my tiny first college was. And he’s moving in April. That’s my life lol. Three of us were talking and it was lovely. We talked about racism. We talked about the grammys, we talked about rachel doozer. I’m going to watch a doc they have on net flicks about her and we shall then discuss lol. The other person we were chatting with is currently working on her masters kind of sort of in the field my dept is in. What a small world.

Highlight of my day so far: finding out a meeting I worked on was being held in a bad location for my people, and getting them to agree to move it for me. As long as I do all the work.

The girl in fresh off the boat who asked Evan if he liked her, was so freaking brave! I got anxious watching her lol.

I was walking in between work offices today, and I had some really good thoughts. Which I forgot. This is why I don’t make progress on things. This, and about a billion other reasons. But one thing I do remember is that I started thinking that my career doesn’t necessarily need to be over and dead-end. I could commit to growing and becoming an expert in something. I don’t know. It was a thought. And hell, maybe I can try to get my phd after I retire! I know, I know. It was just an idle thought b/c I’m surrounded by academia. Oh yes, another thing I was thinking was maybe I should reconsider not trying to stay here. lol. I had to remind myself that - no!

I went a decent part of the day without headphones in. At one point, I was talking to myself when my boss walked by and he thought I was talking to him. It occurs to me that I speak to myself more when I don’t have music or tv going on. What’s up with that?

Please god do not let biden or sanders win.

For a minute during work I was energized and excited to get home and do stuff. Got home and I’m exhausted. And this is why I never get anywhere with anything.

There are about a bazillion points where I see I went wrong. Normally, I say I wouldn’t go back in time to change anything if I didn’t maintain my knowledge of all this. Today I’m not feeling it. I’d go back in a heartbeat and just cross my fingers that I’d make different choices.

A congressperson made a comment about a jewish org funding pro-isreal stuff in the government. I don’t know anything about that particular organization, but it says something that both parties quickly disavowed her remarks. Other than the whole batshit crazy people trying to foment wwiii so they can start armageddon, I don’t understand what the other reasons are that politicians are so afraid to say anything negative about the country. Why they’re so beholden and afraid. Besides the fact that people are quick to consider anyone who’s anti-israel to be an antisemite. As a pro-jew, antiisrael person I don’t get it. But then again, I’m not old enough to be close to the founding and all the conflict back then. I just see it as a country/government doing whatever it’s doing, in the same way other countries are primarily catholic or primarily protestant or primarily muslim, without those countries’ actions reflecting on the religion. Don’t get me wrong, I know very well that many people/governments pervert religion for their own ends. But I don’t see that as the religions themselves, just yucky people.

Random thought popped into my head. A while ago, I tried to start watching last man standing. I couldn’t understand how it could be a conservative show when the mother (an actress I’ve been fond of for years) was a working woman and an engineer. Just now it occurred to me that I don’t understand how I could have been perplexed? Because I tried watching it AFTER I spent a couple of years working with sexist, racist, homophobic, etc, chemists. Wow. Sometimes I am real slow.

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prorevenge · 8 years ago

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The White Dress.

This story is about my friends MIL, and her wedding. Strap in guys, this is a wild ride in which I did THE THING that got me banned from any of her family functions. (Plus a few threats of dismemberment and bodily harm)

A good friend of mine from university was getting married! They had been a couple since Junior year of college, through her 2 years in the peace corps and currently her return to this continent. 6 years in total. She had been to all manner of family functions and always came back with a strange story about how she thinks her MIL secretly hates her. But she being a very quiet and sweet person pushed those thoughts aside.

Point 1: She is vegetarian and jewish, husband is not. She was invited and went to Christmas dinner and figured she would just eat sides, as well she brought a vegetarian casserole. MIL, after knowing her for THREE years, and being told by husband a few weeks before about not to forget friend doesn't eat meat...proceeded to put meat in every dish. Friend drank water and ate her casserole the whole night while MIL cried to everyone that friend was so rude for not eating her cooking.

Anyway, back to the story. A few friends and I were asked to be in the wedding. Friend has a HUGE family and so this was not going to be a small affair. Neither of them is particularly religious, but friend said it was would be nice to be married under a hoopa. (Think an arbor but 4 poles and covered with a white cloth and lots of flowers) Husband said he could care less, and told her to go and rent one for the wedding.

I was at the bridal shower when MIL found out the "pretty canopy" was actually a hoopa. She almost lost her shit in front of a bunch of people, but managed to compose herself and laugh angrily that "if the jews were being represented so would the catholics." In my head I heard a record screech, guys... they aren't catholic.

So after much fighting, a lot of screaming, crying, threatening to pull money (which is funny because she contributed nothing), MIL lost. The boot was firmly placed, and nothing was moving it. Hoopa yes, catholic priest no.

Things got stupid quiet, my friend texts me the night before the wedding that she has a bad feeling. I tell her it's probably just nerves, she is getting married and this is a big deal! Oh how wrong I was.

We all show up, get our hair and makeup done. Slip into our bridesmaid dresses and hang out waiting for the bride to be finished with her hair. She makes a comment saying she hadn't seen MIL all day and that she skipped her hair and makeup appointment. We all side eyed each other, took a few sips of wine and hoped the eerie feeling would go away.

30 minutes later as we are helping the bride into her dress; guess who shows up. If you guessed MIL, you win a cookie! Flushed from coming up the stairs, (she is not a light woman) in full hair and makeup...and a white dress. Not ivory, not cream, full snow-fucking-white. The dress was clearly a wedding dress; it was even from David's Bridal (which she would later shout at me). Floor length satin with a sweet heart beaded top, a bit of a train and off white lace on the bottom. The dress was even tailored to her, this has been a long con she has orchestrated.

The bride burst into tears and aunts and friends ushered MIL out. We did our best to console the bride, touched up her makeup, and I made her a promise that the dress would never be seen in a photo. She looked me dead in the eye and nodded. The game was on.

The venue only supplied white wine and champagne for the wedding party. But I grabbed my purse and ran down into the reception area and managed to flag an attendant by the bar and bribe him with a cool 20$ to give me a bottle of red early. I cracked the baby open, filled a solo cup to the brim with it and stalked outside. After a few swigs from the bottle for courage, I went over to where everyone was getting ready to take photos.

With one last hard stare at my friend, I got her nod of approval. I pulled out my phone, held it in front of my face like I was reading a text and walked straight into MIL. I poured the entire cup of red wine down the front of her dress, jumped back and gasped.

The look on her face was murderous. She screamed, yelled, threatened, and promised she would sue me. People had to hold her back because she wanted to fight me. Eventually she switched from screaming to sobbing and sank to the ground and threw a tantrum on the floor. Everyone moved back and just let her go at it and walked away to go take photos. It was surreal, as if everyone just hit their limit and noped out from around her. The 12 year old flower girl whipped out her phone and snapped a few photos much to our amusement.

This is already super long, but I will say that MIL went home and changed (only 20 min from venue) into a nice dark green too small and low cut dress. Because of this she missed all of the photos. Wedding was beautiful; I got death glares from everyone she told that I attacked her with wine. No fucks were given as I drank and danced with friends. Bride thanked me in secret and 3 months later took me to the spa for a day of pampering. But I am officially "that ISIS cunt" to MIL, and I'll take it with pride.

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Chapter 15: “While You Were Away...”

I feel bad for not really keeping up with this but you know me, shit happens. Back around February? I was putting some vague slightly emotional posts on Snapchat and surprisingly he watched my stories for once. At the time I thought he was with Maggie, but things never worked out for them, she played with his feelings I think and treated him like crap. That's at least what I overheard from them talking. He tried talking to me but I pushed him away cause I was starting something with Nate. Oh god what a mess that is. I wished I hadn't done anything with Nate and just stuck with Sam and maybe all of this wouldn't have happened. And I blindly believed Nate about Sam too which I shouldn't have because of remembering talking with Sam about how he is around his friends and in real life. We didn't talk for a little bit and then he tried hitting me up for that panty prank we laughed about a while back before he started talking about Maggie. Who I actually originally learned about from Shane on the bus from south. I overheard him talking about how he was obsessed with her and stuff so I backed away thinking they had Something and Sam doesn't exactly like just anybody like that without reason. So I wished for the best and gave them space. That's when I stopped talking to him around like late January/early February. But yeah a little while after that he hit me up for that prank and I was bitter about him and Maggie cuz he chose her over me after all that talking and stuff. And I pretty much blew up on him. One of our many arguments. He had just gotten his licence and was all like yo can I grab them and I'm like nope go ask Maggie. And then I almost yelled all my feelings about him but stopped myself before everything came out. I did let out a lot though about how I've been like pining over him for like 8 months and how it's shit that I'm being played with and so on and so forth. I can't remember what he said unfortunately, but I know it was a typical "oh ok" responses kind of conversation of him playing coy. We didn't talk at all after that until about a week ago. (It's 3/17/17 today) I didn't know what to do with the whole Nate situation and I really couldn't talk to anyone about it since everyone I'm close with knows I'm with Elliott already and they don't understand the whole me being poly thing. Like Scarlett thinks I'm happily with Elliott, and Joey thinks I'm with both? I don’t know? And I really couldn't talk about it with Rachel or Yuri or Evelyn. So I decided to hit up Sam because he always gave me really good unbiased advice because he knows me and can see right through me. So I was like "hey I know we haven't talked in a while but I remember you always have really good advice and I could use some right now" and he pretty much responded almost instantly and said yeah. So we tried to work it out so that we could talk in person by him giving me a ride home from robotics and such but that didn't work, so eventually he ended up picking me up after school. Although Noah was there. I was hoping we'd be alone cuz I was comfortable with him at the time and I didn't have the nerves of being alone with him from a crush or something. We talked and he gave me advice and shit and then we ended up going out for Panera afterwards. I thought we were all gonna stay there and talk and stuff but they decided to leave so I was stuck in the backseat for even longer listening to them talk about stuff. It was a little uncomfortable. I ended up doing the thing we joked about and left the pair under his seat. It was weird. Funny thing was, I dressed cute for him, but ended up impressing Noah instead. He added me by username on Snapchat and tried talking to me afterwards. Which was funny cuz I was snapping Sam at the same time and we were flirty. After that day we went back to normal like always, him hitting me up at night and the usual snaps and conversations happening. Apparently when he's high he's kinky. Which is funny. I ended up leaving him a message to find in the morning on the day of the second competition, but he ended up leaving me on read. I was afraid I freaked him out. One night he tried hitting me up with the "ill show you mine if you show me yours" and I was tired so I said no. I've been saying that a lot lately and being a tease about it and using the smiling devil emoji. But he actually cared? Like he was like oh okay then go to sleep. And I'm like I wanna talk to you though, but he's like no go to bed you need it. So I did. It was weird he cared. It had me shook for a little bit. Especially with the one conversation we had where he was complaining about how he wanted a girlfriend and then saying he might've found someone. I of course was disappointed but I was nice and was like oh nice hope things work out. And then we proceeded to have the typical conversation. It was same old same old til last night. (Today is 3/23/17) I think I finally realize what I am to him. Just a friend that's a girl that he can always fall back on for a good time or to talk to. Just a friend where the lines are slightly blurred on the friend and something else line. Because we'll actually talk sometimes about important stuff but then others the usual thing happens. And it's always at night. I know I'm kind of being used but I guess I'm used to it and okay cause it's him and that's just how he is. The only thing that's different now than back then is that we've hung out in person and gone farther over text and stuff. Like I never thought it'd actually happen but I actually heard the "ill how you mine if you show me yours" phrase. And for goodness fucking sake he has a pair of my fucking underwear and I know he's jerked off to the thought of me. Sometimes stupid stuff like that gives me hope that maybe I'll have a chance at something more. Especially when he drops what he's doing to help me like that time with advice or when I'm tired and he makes me sleep cuz I need sleep. But then other times it just seems as if I'm just a friend, like when he came over last night to rant about his parents and we went off to side conversations and talked about how hot other girls were around me. I completely felt totally friend-zoned and like one of the guys there. Like when your crush is talking about hot girls around you you know you're screwed cuz you're a friend or they're playing mind games to make you jealous, which by the way works. And other times I just feel like a fucking object and used because it seems like I'm just a fucking side hoe with how I'm the girl he falls back on when things don't work out or he just needs a good time. Like he only talks to me at night or when he's high and avoids actually going out and hanging out in person except for last night and the first time as exceptions. We were supposed to go out several times but he always forgot or didn't bother or care. I know I'm not important to him cuz I'm always put off to the side until he needs me, but for some reason I stay. Sometimes I think I'm slowly growing out of my crush on him, but then I'm right back at it again. Like when I think and go an analyze my feelings there's a definite physical attraction and I care for him but when I actually think that if we dated I don’t know. Like it's just be weird with everything that's happened. Like how I have a history with Harrison and Nate and Yuri. And we've both seen each other naked, well he hasn't seen me beyond my skimpiest underwear, but pretty close. And things have been said that can't be taken back. I also know that if things don't work out we probably wouldn't go back to being friends. I mean there's been the exception of every other time, but in those we were never tied down or did anything in person or hung out or anything. It wasn't real, just two people attracted to one another messing around over the privacy of phones. We never acknowledge each other in school and barely talk in person. We've only had a handful of in person conversations. From what we've had though we're comfortable with each other. It's just I know him but I also don't. And I don't know whether to distinguish from my theories about him to his actual personality. Like I like to think I know him, but he's actually barely let me in. I only know what he's allowed me to. Everything else is based off of observation and inference. I just don't think that if we actually dated it'd work out. He's been hurt too much and as much as he trusts me, he wouldn't. It's just how he is. His friends know me and I know them, but it'd be weird seen as how conflict of interests. He's into some things that I don't want to have anything to do with. I'm at school to learn and I don't want to screw up and fall into the wrong crowd, not to mention my parents would kill me and it's illegal id never be able to get a job or licence or into college or military. I'm just not gonna risk it. And he just doesn't seem like the kind of guy to actually like putting the effort in, and the romance. I don't know what his relationship was like with Olivia or Aly, but I don’t know. Before I was blind and thought we'd be perfect together and happy happy romance forever after blah blah blah. But I have doubts now. I've seen the reality. Like yeah there's chemistry and were comfy around each other and care, but I don’t know. I guess I've just gotten hit in the face with reality that he's not perfect and I've been blind the whole time. I mean I always knew he had his flaws, but I put them off to the side, they weren't deal breakers. But now I guess things have changed. Like how he doesn't put effort into school, or is into risky things, or just plain out offensive. Like I mean in not a social justice warrior or anything, but when you use "Jew" or "gay" or "retard" in derogatory manners and such, it's insensitive and offensive. Like how am I supposed to know that you'll respect me, if you use those words. And he also swears a lot, I mean I do too, but like damn if Tracey heard him his blood would be filled with so much soap that he'd be like a living soap bar or whatever. You want a guy you can be proud of around your parents and don't have to worry if he's gonna say something wrong. I mean the first time we really talked in person was like October/November freshman year when Harrison and I first started dating and he came over to my table to feel me out and made a Jew joke right in front of Ben. He's the kind of guy I wouldn't bring to one of Uncle Ricky's barbecues because one, my uncle’s a cop and I know Sam, and two my family is overprotective, and three my family is very opinionated and there's a large possibility of him saying something stupid. So as much as I keep trying for things to work out, they won't and I don't know why I bother even trying. Like my feelings have faded from intense to like eh.

#memoir #excerpt from a book i'll never write #love #feelings #unrequited love

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vertonima · 8 years ago

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Fine, I’ll come off anon then. I’m submitting this because it’s going to be too long to fit into an ask. The way I see it, Mark’s video was about endorsing a basic human right, respect. That isn’t to say that you have to agree with people with opposing viewpoints or sit back and watch them take over. You can treat someone with respect and still disagree with them. There’s a big difference between actually respecting someone and treating them with respect.

Felix is a douche. Plain and simple. He deserves what he got because what he did was hurtful and stupid and unbelievably misguided. The very comment that he made afterwards, “I feel partially responsible” is laughable. He paid those boys to hold up the sign with that exact message and, regardless of whether he didn’t “think they would do it”, he is fully responsible. He needs to own up to his actions and accept the consequences.

That being said, do I truly think of him as a nazi? No. I think while the message he portrayed was 100% wrong, hurtful and discriminating to a minority, I don’t think he is a nazi. He made a mistake. An honest, true to god, very human mistake. I’m sure we’ve all said some things we immediately regretted afterwards or insulted someone. His just happen to be far more public. This is not me defending him in anyway shape or form. I have lost respect for him but I will not dehumanise him or knock him down to a slur.

The fact is, Felix is immature. Undeniably so. The very way he acts shows that he’s impulsive and reckless and quick to jump to things without thinking them through. He’s not able to see the repercussions of his actions until said action is done. Again, I am not condoning what he did in anyway shape or form because it was wrong. He fucked up. I never really liked him as a YouTuber and I certainly like him a lot less now and have lost a lot of respect for him. But there it is again. That word - the key thing in this entire shit storm of a situation.

I would like to define the word respect:

Respect:

1. a feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements.

2. due regard for the feelings, wishes, or rights of others.

Obviously you are not going to apply the first one to Felix or anyone like him. Because you shouldn’t. The behaviour that he condones is in no way deserving of respect in the context of the first definition. But the second one is where it gets interesting, and, in my opinion, I believe that this is the definition of respect Markiplier was talking about.

due regard for the feelings, wishes, or rights of others.

This definition is much more fitted to this whole situation. By respecting someone’s feelings, wishes or rights, you are treating them as everyone deserves to be treated. Now, that doesn’t mean that I am in anyway condoning Felix’s actions/attitude nor that of anyone who shares his views, but simply saying that reducing someone to a phrase or word as Mark stated is equally wrong.

I know that Felix reduced Jewish people to a death threat and that is a horrible, wrong, hateful action. He should have been more careful and respectful especially because of his large audience and impressionable people. But we cannot reduce people to a single word, calling them a hateful slur or dehumanise them, especially not based off of one action.

Again, I know this isn’t the first racist and oppressing thing that Felix has done and I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again; I DO NOT CONDONE HIS BELIEFS OR ACTIONS.

But with that being said, I do not feel the need to reduce him to calling him a ‘Nazi’ or sending him death threats based off of a very honest mistake he made and has sincerely apologised for. I know he doesn’t deserve anything good after that video he put up but he deserves everything he got. Disney dropped him as did YouTube and I am very glad they did. Maybe this will teach him that his actions do have consequences because that’s something he needs to learn.

While his views are very, incredibly wrong I do not believe that he meant anything hurtful by it, not in the way people thought. He thought it would be a joke. And that is wrong. I know that is wrong. Jokes about these matters should never ever be made because they are not funny. However, there is a difference between a joke that he might of found funny (in his own sense of humour) and a joke made with the intent to purposefully hurt and discriminate against a group of people. I know he did this anyway but I feel he did it inadvertently. He wished to portray something for a video and provided a stimulus for that theory. It was a stupid arse way of going about it and the entire thing was callous and crass and overall handled disastrously. But I don’t think he had bad intentions.

Again, I know, I know, what he said isn’t right. It isn’t and it never will be. Even having any part of sending that hateful message to anyone is a horrible act and should never ever be condoned. That being said, I don’t think Mark is condoning that. He’s simply saying that we need to treat everyone with respect and a way to share their opinions and view points.

That does not mean agreeing with them or supporting them or condoning their words or actions. That simply means listening and hell yes, disagreeing. You can respectfully argue a point. You can respectfully tell someone, “No, I do not agree with you and what you believe is wrong”. Just like they should treat you with the same respect. You can hate someone with all your heart and condemn them. You can fight against them with all you have and then some and still respect them.

Overall, this entire situation was handled horrible. Felix is a horrible role model and I do not condone anything he says. I’m sorry if this offends you or anyone else as that is not my intention. I’m trying my best to see both sides of this story and I am more than willing to hear out your view point as you have heard mine.

I apologise for the length of this submission and for the fact that I have still probably missed some very important facts. I do not believe that my beliefs on this matter are the only ‘right’ ones in any way at all. I hope you take the time to read this and consider my view points as I’ll consider yours.

Hey, no I see what you’re saying! Sorry if I sounded/was being rude, I am just on my last straw of nerves right now.

I never really liked Felix either, but I always loved Mark. He has always been positive and a good role model. The video didn’t tick me off as much as his unwillingness to say he made a mistake. I feel he shouldn’t of said that if we hurt/disrespect people we disagree with then we are no better than them (This includes Nazis, racists, sexists etc. The person who punched Richard Spencer, an Alt-Right Nazi who said he wanted to eradicate blacks is not as bad as Richard Spencer because he punched him is my example). I understand in the case of hey this person was rude to me, so I’m gonna be totes rude back. Yeah if I am rude to them, I am no better than them, but this is entirely a different case for people who had been abused, oppressed etc. People who are avidly racist, sexist, anti-jews/Nazis do not deserve respect from good people. Unless they can change for the better, they don’t deserve respect and a chance unless they are willing to change. His video was really naive and not really well thought out before he went ahead and posted it.

What Mark was saying came off wrong to a lot of us, me included and after reading all of his responses to people here on Tumblr I have actually decided to give him another chance. I feel like some of the stuff he was saying in his responses to people should of been put into the video. Making that kind of video was risky, it always is because there is always going to be people who will call you out when you’re wrong. It needed to be way more well thought out than 7 minutes. I just feel like he needs to apologize for the misunderstanding and revise and say what he meant to say about everything better. He came off very wrong in the video to a lot of us and I know he doesn’t mean to hurt or upset anyone.

I also get the “Don’t be too quick to label people” part because yes, people say stupid things. People say racist, sexist, horrible shit when they aren’t even exactly a racist and or sexist person. I have said some shit I regret saying and have apologized to those people and they have forgiven me. People make mistakes and I know he addresses that stuff in his video, but like I said. His message came off way wrong to people than it was supposed to be. He made a mistake by saying that we are no better than the bad guys if we treat them as such, which I know now is probably aimed more at hey don’t be quick to judge someone because they said a stupid shitty thing because they might not actually be a racist, sexist fucker, but at the start it really didn’t sound like that. To me, and many others.

I recognize where I went wrong and have forgiven him and will learn from that.

For what Felix did, yes I agree with you. He was a stupid fuck and deserved to lose Disney and YouTube, but I do think he is trying to at least apologize for it, make up for it. He will eventually, but that doesn’t make what he did or said okay. I do not condone anything he did either.

People fuck up, it’s human nature. Do people deserve respect? Yes. Do Nazi’s like Richard Spencer deserve respect? No, because he will never give us the respect we deserve back so why should we give it to him? That will only egg him on to be more bigotted and fucked up.

Treat people however you would like to be treated, but if someone is avidly oppressing you/abusing you, then no. They don’t get your respect.

I’m glad we had this talk and I apologize again for being hostile and rude with my response to your ask earlier.

@dark-days-dark-nights-xx forgot to tag you in case you didn’t see this! If you already read it, I apologize!

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