#tijuana wellness

[actualgoron]

song of the day

[thefallenangel2008]

Wait, so, last night I was reading a character analysis of Stan regarding his daddy issues and his relationship with Soos and Dipper, and then they mentioned about Stan being in a mental hospital and I was like "wait wait wait, WHAT?!" Because, I thought that was a headcanon and I rolled with it, but this is a character analysis, which means only canon stuff, so I HAD to look it up. The only thing I found was this on Reddit, and I think it was from the coloring book.

I guess it's pretty vague, but why would Stan do these tests by himself? Come on, it's STAN, and he was HOMELESS. Yeah, he probably knew that his mental health was shit but come on, again, it's STAN. He wouldn't give two shits about it. "He had to take those tests during his loony days" HAD. The magic word is HAD. Why did he HAVE to do the tests? He could as well not to. "Loony days" why did he call those particular days "loony days"? Hm? Yeahhhhhhhh, I think all in all, Stan was in a mental hospital at some point.

Which honestly makes sense tbh. Because as we know, Stan has been through some serious stuff during homelessness. He did many things in order to get money since he was involved with gangs, he was tied up in the back of a dark trunk and had to find a way all by himself to get out or else he was dead (quite literally). And, ofc, my favorite, the Tijuana incident. Who's to say it didn't stop "just" at the strip part? The website didn't elaborate further. That alone can be enough to fuck someone up. And who's to say similar incidents didn't happen again? 10 years is a LOT of time, and there are so many things a man like Stan can do to make money or for food or for fucking drugs! Stan has been through so many stuff and it's only a matter of time before we learn even MORE about his past. Daddy issues, abuse, homelessness, sexual assault, drugs, jail time, and so much more, but that's enough to break someone's mental health so much that they can be admitted into a mental hospital. And let's be real here, Stan DIDN'T get in there by himself. He probably sees mental hospitals just a jail for crazy people and pills. He probably got arrested and the police saw that that guy ISN'T right in the head. Sooooo, yeah. Idk where I'm going with it. I just wanted to talk about Stan's mental health because I love analyzing my favorite characters' mental health.

[artisiumstudios]

Haha can yall imagine an au where after Stan is kicked out life goes well for Stan.

Treasure hunting in the beach? It’s not much but he does find a few coins and- HOLY SHIT A DIAMOND RING?!

He decides to sell the ring and start a small business that is doing pretty well off. Few months later he expands to Pennsylvania and slowly through the states,after a few years he starts making actual profit when all of a sudden he comes across a guy named Rico and wouldn’t you know it- Stanley accidentally helps the police catch them. He’s a hero and is recognized all the way to Colombia! A few months later he finds himself in Tijuana now expanding his company INTERNATIONALLY! He stays there a few months and picks up Spanish and eventually leaves back to New Mexico where he stays at a luxury hotel counting his profits, and surprisingly he’s actually close to making half a million! Life is great!

Then gets a postcard from ford.

[radiantcircle-if]

The Radiant Circle

The Radiant Circle is a work-in-progress contemporary fantasy interactive novel with elemental magic, a heavy hand of romance, and a salt-sprinkle of mystery. The story is rated 18+ and may contain triggering content for some.

↪ introduction (updated 7/22/24) ⟢ demo (upcoming fall/winter)

You were born without any magic into a long lineage of sorcerers who serve the Night Circle—a division of the Radiant Circle, the central governing body that maintains order among sorcerers. Even now when you live outside of the magical community, you’re still required to report to the local leadership about the magic you still don’t have.

Of course, only after having accepted a life without magic, you awaken a latent magical power too great to be yours. Myths speak of such a sorcerer, a Resonant Soul capable of mastering all four elements, reincarnated throughout history to bring balance to the magic community. So little is truly known, but that can’t be you.

But what if it is?

Thankfully, as an investigative journalist, what you do best is hunt for the truth. To unravel the secrets of your soul, you’re forced back into the world of sorcery to navigate ancient rivalries and contend with those who may fear your newfound power and seek to bury it for good. 

Because while most didn't believe the myths to be true, others have been preparing for your return. Most of all? You four souls bonded to yours for eternity.

Play as the main character ⟢

Choose your name, appearance, gender, and sexuality.

Develop your personality as a harmonizer or disruptor—will you bring unity or will you bring destruction?

Gain mastery over elemental magic as the Resonant Soul—how much mastery in each element is up to you.

Travel the world while earning or losing influence through your decisions—will your reputation precede you or will you remain unknown?

Five romance options ⟢

Two pansexual men, one lesbian, and two gender-selectable romance options... and a hidden sixth romance option... with the potential for more to unlock later.

Four soulmates who will be revealed over the course of the story—your bonds, whether platonic or romantic, are yours to develop.

And if you don’t like romance, you can improve your friendships instead.

Or if you’re a misanthrope, deteriorate all your relationships to your liking.

Good endings? Check. Bad endings? Also check.

You ✦ 26-year-old journalist from Seattle, USA (ℹ) Rejected by the magical community because your magic never awakened, you once sought to understand why before later turning to a career of journalism to attempt to uncover truths that don’t have to do with magic. Your dissertation was titled “Unveiling the Hidden: A Comparative Study of Secret Societies and Their Influence on Modern Media." After landing your dream job as an investigative journalist, you're returning home to Seattle for your assignment.

⟡ tropes include main character (surprise! you're the main character), insider/outsider, the most wanted (because you are a…), person of mass destruction, (possible) living legend, (possible) lust object, (seemingly) cosmic plaything…

Arseau Nassiet ⟡ High Justicar 31-year-old water sorcerer (he/him) from Seattle, USA (ℹ) A talented water sorcerer, your older brother Arseau is well loved within the Night Circle's upper echelons, but he'd never brag about it. He has been away from home for over a decade, raising ranks within the circle alongside his best friend. He coordinates his visit home with yours during the holidays so he can see his favorite younger sibling (never mind that he has only one sibling—you).

⟡ tropes include protective older brother, brainless beauty (yeah, he's a himbo), the caregiver/caretaker, the confidant (if you want), the informant, nice guy (someone has to keep the peace between the Pico brothers), the reliable one...

César Pico (RO) ⟡ Archumbricar 31-year-old earth sorcerer (he/him) from Tijuana, MX (ℹ) One of the highest ranking earth sorcerers in the world, César is seen as the unofficial heir of the current Night Luminary—and he takes the role seriously. As your brother's best friend, he has been a permanent fixture in your life as far as you remember—another persistent reminder of the magic that has remained inaccessible to you and the community that left you behind. He's at least an attractive reminder, even if it's unfortunate that his rare smirk proves that he knows it.

⟡ tropes include the hero, the cold & brooding heir, older brother's best friend/forbidden love, age gap, opposites attract, danger deadpan, glory hound, tall dark & handsome (obviously) ⟡ solo-route (with a possible rivalry with his brother), borderline enemies to lovers, (possible first love), forced proximity, maybe the slowest burn

Rafa Pico (RO) ⟡ High Justicar 27-year-old fire sorcerer (he/him) from Tijuana, MX (ℹ) The younger brother of César....and also his left hand man even though he doesn't take his position within the Night Circle very seriously. He doesn't take anything very seriously except his freedom. Especially his freedom to flirt his way into anyone's good graces.

⟡ tropes include the explorer, the charming playboy, childhood/long time friend, (his) unrequited crush (on you), the (horny) bard, speed demon, hell seeker, elegant classical musician... ⟡ solo-route (with a possible rivalry with his brother), friends to lovers but he never really saw you as a friend, forced proximity, slow burn

Gazi Gharib (RO) ⟡ Photojournalist 28-year-old (she/her or he/him) from New York City, USA (ℹ) Your roommate and best friend ever since you moved to NYC, they're always ready to help you investigate something new and dangerous.

⟡ tropes include the innocent, the best friend, the encouraging charmer, the serial romeo, the casanova, agent mulder (the believer), empathetic communicator, spirited competitor, the klutz ⟡ solo-route or poly-route with Deniz, besties to lovers (and you can start at the lover bit if you'd like cause this one is a...), faaaaaast burn

Deniz Yılmaz (RO) ⟡ Private Investigator 26-year-old (he/him or she/her) from Istanbul, TR (ℹ) Your next-door-neighbor and childhood best friend. You haven't kept in close contact, but they're the first person you think of seeing when you visit home.

⟡ tropes include the jester, agent scully (the skeptic), street-smart investigator, hardboiled detective, erudite stoner, literal-minded/snark knight combo, childhood friends, loyal supporter, gadgeteer genius ⟡ solo-route or poly-route with Gazi, childhood friends (or was it more?) to lovers, (possible second chance romance...), somewhere between slow and fast burn

Dr. Noel Sung (RO) ⟡ Journalist 41-year-old (she/her) from London, UK (ℹ) Your graduate school mentor who you credit for preparing you to land a job at The New York Times as prestigious as it is. She's now your direct supervisor, and she has quite the assignment for you.

⟡ tropes include the magician, high-powered career woman, absent-minded professor(/former forbidden love?), age gap, charismatic intellectual, intuitive leader, pragmatic idealist, deadpan snarker, determinator, shrinking violet, (your possible unrequited crush on her goes here)… ⟡ solo-route, workplace romance (technically; she's your boss now), slow burn

An ancient, hidden society of sorcerers ⟢

The Radiant Circle is the central governing body that maintains harmony and order among sorcerers, as well as keep their community secret. It was originally formed and led by the Resonant Soul (called the High Guardian—this is you) and the most powerful elemental sorcerers of the time (called the Founding Guardians—these are the four souls bonded to you) as an alliance of sorcerers from across the New Kingdom of Egypt.

After its formation, the magical community grew, and eventually, the Radiant Circle was divided into four smaller regional circles called the Ephemeral Circles: the Night Circle (you know the most about this one), the Dawn Circle, the Day Circle, and the Dusk Circle. These four circles, also called luminariates, are the main governing bodies of the current world of sorcery. Every known family of sorcerers lives under the eye of the Radiant Circle and one of the four Ephemeral Circles.

Only the Resonant Soul can be the High Guardian of the Radiant Circle. Only the four souls bonded with Resonant Soul can be the Founding Guardians. During periods where the Resonant Soul or the Guardians aren’t alive, these positions are left vacant and the Ephemeral Circles meet as the Radiant Council annually instead. Unfortunately, it's been so long since there has been a Resonant Soul that there aren't many people left who remember who sits at the top of the hierarchy.

You live as a Threshold—an uninitiated sorcerer, typically a child who can't use magic yet—within the luminariate called the Night Circle. You sit at the bottom of the hierarchy, but every other sorcerer you know? César is an Archumbricar, the right hand of the Night Luminary and leader of the Night Circle. Arseau and Rafa are César's High Justicars, his right and left hands. Your dads even play a role, advising the Luminary from their position in the Night Weave.

A single soul that can control all four elements, reincarnated once again—you ⟢

Before you became the Resonant Soul, you were a child born without magic to two prominent sorcerers sometime before recorded human history begins. Back then, it was common to put the child of every sorcerer through a resonance ritual, even children of sorcerers born without magic who always died in the process. But where there's a will, there's a way, and someone really wanted you to live and created circumstances that bound your souls together—one into endless reincarnation and the other into endless immortality.

You meet the four original Guardians over the course of hundreds of years. Your bonds are unique and have chained the fate of their souls with yours so that they are reincarnated in an endless cycle by your side. Even so, you've lived more lives without them than with them, lived more lives without magic than with it. Almost as if you're fighting a losing battle against knowing your true soul.

Only the Resonant Soul can resonate with all four types of elemental magic, but your magic remains locked away until you regain your memories (how're you supposed to regain memories you don't remember you need to regain? then again, how safe would it be to give you all that power and no recollection of all the mistakes you've made?). The Guardians are known for their extraordinary abilities in one element; their magic isn't sealed away, only their memories (which still isn't convenient—how are you supposed to know who they are if they don't know who they are?).

⟢ retweets & asks are welcome! there is no better writing motivation ♡

〉 Sections: Profiles, Editorials, Articles, Ask Me, Answers, Quotes

[water-to-drink]

This Guy’s In Love With You

(Pairing): Diluc x gn!reader

(Synopsis): Diluc is in love and his journey to win your heart

(Tags/Warnings): Pinning, Diluc is whipped, might feel awkward, song fic, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 440

Song used as inspiration:

You see this guy, the Diluc Ragnvindr, is love in with you

Yes, the stone cold Master Diluc is love, anyone could tell with the way he looks at you. Who looks at you with the same level of fondness in the young master’s eyes whenever he catches sight of you?

Whenever you flash him your smile that rivals the sun he can tell that the two of you know each other very well

How can he show you how much you captured his heart?

He’s honestly happy that you came into his life. Whenever you come into his bar it instantly brightens up his gloomy day

He pretends to be preoccupied but his attention is always on you, even when you have those conversations you have with your friends on the second floor. His heart exploded with joy when he overheard that you think he’s handsome

With this knowledge he wants to make things happen between you and him. It’s just the question on how. He wishes that he had the courage to ask you himself instead of just eavesdropping on your conversations, being the last to know about you

Pushing his anxiety aside he goes up to you one day to begin courting you. With shaky hands he presses a bouquet of roses to you

Scared of his heart breaking by your rejection, Diluc doesn’t know if he can handle it, cause he needs your love like he needs oxygen, he wants your love like he wants his daily glass of grape juice

You say yes, you’re in love with him

In love with the man in front of you. Diluc is so happy he could die

The two of you being dating and it all feels like a fairytale. Learning everything about you, from your likes and dislikes, your moments of heartbreak. You comfort him with his own moments of heartbreak. Before he knew it your lives slowly blend into each other’s

As the two of you make your way through a field of flowers, he knows that this is the perfect place. Getting down on one knee he pulls out a small box. Don’t let him be the last to know

With shaky hands he presents the box with a ring inside

He hopes that you accept his proposal

As the lingering shock settles down you nod your head with tears in your eyes

So overjoyed he stands up and spins you around, both of your laughter fills the air,

you’re in love, in love with Diluc Ragnvindr

If not he would just die

He stopped spinning you to press his lips against yours

[thedialoguedilemma]

BREAKING— Donald Trump is threatening Mexico yet again. This time over water usage.

Trump threatened Mexico with sanctions and tariffs in a dispute over water sharing.

Trump has accused the Mexican government of breaking an 81 year old treaty crafted in 1944 and blames Mexico form allegedly stealing the water from Texas Farmers. Trump claims to have halted water shipments to Tijuana as well.

There is no basis to these claims that Mexico is stealing water from Texas farmers. Trump is trying to save face after his unpopular wave of tariffs have tanked the economy and his eyes are now set on Mexico.

[sewellsheart]

WAYHAVEN OC COLLAGE

Vibe - Brainrot - Pastimes

Reina Martinez

D.O.B. - July 25, 1998 (Age 26)

P.O.B. - Los Angeles, CA, USA

Height - 5 foot 4 inches

Languages - English, Spanish

Education - BA of Sociology from University of California, San Diego

Specialties - Combat, Social Psychology

Traits - Charming, Friendly, Impulsive, Sarcastic, Independent

Skills - Shooting, Archery, Guitar, Gambling, Boxing

Extra Notes - Joint hyper-mobility, active nicotine addiction, longs to collect luxury vehicles, hates hospitals, strong sense of self-worth (from a whole lotta therapy)

Mother’s P.O.B. - Oceanside, CA, USA

Father’s P.O.B. - Tijuana, BCN, MX

I want to make this a little (no pressure!!) tagging game! Your collage doesn’t have to be highly detailed or a collage at all, I just want to learn more about your blorbos 🥰 I made mine on Pinterest

If you choose to make the collages they absolutely do not have to be the same themes as mine (vibes/brainrot/pastimes) but you’re absolutely welcome to use those same ones or just one of them if you like!

They also don’t have to be a Wayhaven OC, whoever is currently the most interesting to you is perfect! Multiple OCs welcome as well!

Feel free to use my caption as a template ♥️ here’s a blank copy/paste of it for you (desktop)

D.O.B. (Date of Birth) -

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Height -

Languages -

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Specialties -

Traits -

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Obviously these are all optional, feel free to remove or add your own as you please!

Tagging @nat-seal-well @agentark @grapecaseschoices @agentnatesewell @itsmistyeyedbi @wayhavenots @serenpedac @kdelarenta @anticupid16 @carriehobbs @lalizah @oo-bb and literally anyone else who wants to!!!!! Please tag me if you do it!!

[jacqulants]



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Living in the underground isn't easy, especially when your friends are taken away from you. To get by you sell illegal healing remedies on the black market but what will happen when Levi tries to stop you?

         Music played through the tavern                                                                       🎵

              🎶

                                                                                  🎵

                  🎶

"Here's to the future! The future our children will be in.." his words were slurred from alcohol, "the future of..beautiful women!" He winked, "And..and- and the future that Y/N will let us drink as much beer as we want!"

Everyone in the tavern roared yelling in unison, "Cheers!"

You couldn't help but let out a soft smile, "sweet words won't work on me. You guys are still cut off for the night."

"Boooooo! Why not" The drunk man yelled out before stumbling on the floor.

"That's why. I rest my case. Go home, before I call your wife to escort you out." You picked up a wet glass and began drying it off.

He sighed, "same time tomorrow?" He asked.

"I'll be here working and serving beers." You smiled and he nodded before dragging himself out the bar.

"You've always had a knack for getting trouble to leave." An old frail voice spoke.

You looked to the side to see a regular, he was a very quiet man. He just came to drink and watch the drama unfold here every night.

"Hi Elias." You spoke out before continuing to grab another glass and dry it off, "you need a refill?"

"Hm.." he tapped his chin, "well I think my show here is done."

"Maybe maybe not, perhaps another fellow will stumble in here and give another drunken performance." You smiled.

"Back in my days," you internally sighed, "I went to every bar, flirted with every pretty lady and stole horses from those..those..what do you call them?"

"MP's, military police. And sure you did Elias."

"No no I'm serious! Back when I used to live on the surface-"

"The surface?" Your face snapped at him.

The tavern was only lit by candle light, the warm yellow ambience surrounded the tavern. The warm light covering the maple wood table and chairs, the stone floors. Only other light source was the windows but what light can you even get when you live in the underground.

"Ah, that got your attention." Elias smiled.

"Perhaps."

"Well. I'll tell you about the surface if only you tell me how a rogue criminal like yourself came to become the underworld sweetheart. Oh! And a beer." He tapped on his glass.

You nodded and began filling his cup with beer, it foaming to the top, "deal." You passed the beer back to him.

The tavern was somewhat empty but it was silent, drunk folks went home or either passed out on the tables. You leaned on the bar looking at Elias.

"Let's see..the surface. I guess I would say I was a mischievous soul. The military police are no better up there, still as lazy and still as corrupt. While the MP's were in food comas I would steal their horses and ride around the plains."

"The plains?" You asked.

"Yes the plains. They were green grassy hills to put it simply. The blue sky and occasionally birds flying over. I would ride as fast as I could to feel the wind, it was the only time I felt free. And then one day the MP's caught me, I fled down here after a long shootout, living the rest of my life down here. I've never felt so..lost. I miss my youth." He sighed looking down, "but enough of me! What's your story."

"Hm. Well my mother and father were criminals, hid down here and one day they got arrested. I'm not too sad about it, I didn't know them that well. But I was 14 when that happened and I had to learn how to stay alive. One day I met a boy, Levi. Levi Ackerman. Now he's the best scout there ever was but that wasn't always the case. We were both so young, I stole a yam from him and he chased me through the alleyways and tackled me down. He noticed how helpless I was so he became my friend. He introduced me to his friends. I felt like I finally had a family." You smiled.

"I always tried keeping up with him but I never could. Then one day I made this invention, it had the stupidest name ever and I called it the Boomshakalaka. It's a stupid name I know but I was hoping maybe it would make Levi laugh."

"Did you have a crush on Levi?" Elias asked.

"Hm? No never. He was my best friend, I just wanted to make him smile because he always had that grumpy expression. Anyways I made the boomshakalaka, it was a smoke bomb. One day Levi, Farla, Isabel all went to test it out. I begged Levi to let me help but he said no, of course I didn't listen. I ran to the town center to help them but the MP's recognized me and began to chase me. Levi saved me and then for some reason the Scouts began chasing us all. Levi was flying through the air with ODM gear and me on his back and a scout took us out of the air. I landed in an alleyway and watched the scouts take all my friends away."

"And you haven't seen them since.."

"I haven't seen them since.." I sighed, "when they left. I decided I would live my own life. So I began helping whoever needed help, I got a job at the tavern. Gave food to people who needed it. Then my boss began yelling at me in front of all the customers saying to stop wasting food on hopeless causes. The customers began attacking my boss, shouting to never yell at me again because I helped them in ways my boss couldn't. I never realized the impact I had on all these people. After that I became the owner of the tavern."

"Have you ever seen the daylight?"

"No. And I would love to..."

"Well if I can say one thing for certain it's that you don't belong here kid. You're too nice for the underground. Or should I say the underworld." He drank the last of his beer and slammed it down.

"Thanks for the beer. Have a good night." He smiled handing me a baggie of coins before wandering out the door, the door hinges moving back and forth.

You couldn't help but clench your heart, yearning for your friends.

"It's whatever now. Time to close up." You furrowed your eyebrows before grabbing the broom and hitting the drunken customers with the bristles.

"Cmon! Time to get out! You don't have to go home but you certainly can't stay here!" They all sat up from where they were passed out, groaning with headaches before stumbling out the tavern.

"See ya tomorrow!" You waved them off before turning back to the door and locking up for the night.

It was the middle of the night you could tell, not the safest time to be walking out but what else could you do. Walking down the town where shops were closed up for the night, the only light being the lanterns.

"Y/N." You heard your name being called.

You turned around quickly to see a man in a green hoodie. He had the wings of freedom.

"You're a scout. Why do you know my name?" You crossed your arms.

He grabbed his hood and pulled it back to reveal his identity.

"Levi?" you whispered.

You were frozen, heart thumping with joy, your friend was alive!

"Y/N. Im with the scout regiment, I have some questions to ask you."

Your feet lunged foward to him holding him in a hug.

"Levi! I thought you died!"

"Um..my names not Levi."

"Huh?" You pushed him away to see it was in fact not Levi but a boy with blue eyes.

"Oh. I'm sorry I thought you were someone I knew.." you muttered.

"My name is Eren. Sorry for the confusion." He bowed, "however I must ask you some questions."

There was a silence, "You said you were with the scout regiment, is there someone named Levi Ackerman."

"Uhh.." He looked around confused as what to say, "Yes? But that's not the point I have to ask you-"

"Can I talk to him!" You almost shouted.

"I- do you know him?" He seemed surprised.

"Well I wouldn't be asking about him would I?" You grasped your shirt.

"Well I don't know-"

"Please."

The boy named Eren seemed hesitant but nodded his head.

"He's..he's watching me as we speak. Has he always been creepy?" Eren revealed before pointing at the shadows.

You looked around the buildings and walls, finally your gaze catching someone in the shadows. You stared at it for an abnormal amount of time.

"Levi?" You asked.

The figure hopped closer until it landed on the ground, pulling his hood back, it was actually Levi this time.

"Y/N." Levi spoke up, "Eren you weren't supposed to reveal disclosed information to a civilian."

Levi examined you; you still wore the bomber jacket that Farlan gave you, you got taller, and you seemed more confident. He couldn't be more pleased with the person he saw right in front of him. In all truth he was a little scared to see you again, which was a weird sensation for him to feel.

"She was looking for you!" Eren exclaimed.

"You were alive all along. And you never bothered visiting once?!" You shouted.

"..It was a series of events." He looked away.

"What series of events? I thought you were dead." And all of a sudden he walked closer, patting your shoulder.

You couldn't help but feel your heart break a little, "why didn't you come back?"

"Because you were safer without me." He said with that stoic expression you were so familiar with.

"And how do you know that?"

"Me and you both know if I stayed, we would all eventually go down." He fixed your bomber jacket, "you kept Farlans jacket, thats nice."

"But at least I would have known where you guys were at."

"Understand where I'm coming from Y/N." Levi's eyes shined a little.

"I understand." You nodded and watched him retract his hands away from your jacket.

"We have some questions we need to ask you if it's alright." He repeated again, you nodded.

"Follow me. It's not safe out here." You said before leading the two boys back to the tavern.

"I've never been in the underground before." Eren said.

"It's definitely worse than where you guys come from." You remarked.

"Somewhat I guess.." Eren murmured.

"Hey Levi. What happened to Farlan and Isabel?" You turned around.

A silence hung around the air, "Oh. I understand." Was all you could respond.

The two pulled up chairs at a table and you did the same.

"What do you need to ask?" You questioned.

"Y/N. Are you familiar with the black market?" Levi asked.

"Levi. I've lived here all my life. Duh. I know the black market." Eren laughed at your remark.

Levi side eyed Eren before going back on topic, "Okay. Well are you familiar with what's called the Asclepius Remedy?"

"Asclepius Remedy?" You asked.

"Yes. We have reason to believe someone has been selling healing remedies to people in the black market."

"Annndd that's bad why?"

"It's bad because this remedy is infused with titan fluids. This remedy injects titan fluids into an injured subject allowing the person to heal just as a titan would however it doesn't turn the subject into a pure titan. Just enough to heal them." Levi explained.

"Oh that thing. We call it instant heal not Asclepius Remedy." You explained.

"I see. Well we need to discover who is selling these remedies as it can pose a danger to civilians. If given too much, even a millimeter more, civilians can be turned into titans and destroy the whole underground." Levi furrowed his eyebrows.

"And you need my help?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're the underworld sweetheart. With connections like that you can help us find who this perpetrator is." Eren interjected.

"Oh. You guys know about that?" You asked.

"Well..we went undercover down here a month back. Every place was being destroyed or robbed except yours so when we asked, we discovered that you're protected by the people down here." Eren admitted before Levi kicked him under the table.

"Okay. And if I help what do I get in return." You crossed your arms leaning back in the chair.

"We'll give you papers and money to live up on the surface." Levi proposed.

"Deal!" You sat up and reached your hand out, Levi accepted as you two shook hands. "However, I must ask you to come back tomorrow, it isn't safe to be roaming out here at night."

The two nodded getting up from their seats heading towards the exit of the tavern.

"It was nice seeing you again Y/N." Levi looked back.

"You too Levi." You smiled.

The two men left the tavern wandering the undergrounds streets.

"How do you know her?" Eren asked.

"She's a very good friend of mine from when I lived down here."

"What! Captain you never told me you lived down here!" Eren exclaimed.

"I never told anyone. Now quiet down before people hear us." Levi hissed.

Y/N began making her descent down the stairs. A large metal door blocking her path. She entered a 4 digit code to the security door, the door panels slid open, smoke pouring in before revealing purple light surrounding the room behind the metal door. Tables of test tubes, beakers, microscopes were all over the room. On the left wall were fridges. In it, Asclepius Remedies.

[luv4georgie]

101 dalmatians.

unknown!Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which here are a few special moments between young married couple, Oscar Piastri, Y/n Y/l/n and their dogs, Pongo and Perdita.

prompt list

warnings: fluff!!!

walkies. 1 (Pongo POV)

i lived in an old flat in London with my pet, Oscar. although Oscar was Australian we lived in London, he wanted to live here because he thought it was more ‘calming’ and it could be better to pursue his music. Oscar loves playing instruments and singing and writing songs. he wrote songs and lyrics about romance which he new absolutely nothing about. he was a rather handsome man in my case. i just don’t know why he couldn’t find such an attractive mate.

it was 11:00am and Oscar was playing away at the keys on his piano. by the look on poor Oscar’s face, it wasn’t going too well. i was laying on the couch near the window, my head slightly sticking out of it. my eyes wandered as i looked for a lovely young dog with a pet to soothe mine’s loneliness.

my eyes followed a small pug with her head stuck up, her pet looked the exact same. a too short couple, i thought but no, not for Oscar. next i saw a rather fancy breed, a poodle with her head held high, a beautiful trim and a pink bow sat on the neatly kept curls on her head, her pet looked unusually the same as well, nope not Oscar’s type. an old Shih Tzu with her pet, an extremely young Labrador with an extremely young pet. it was a problem, a real problem. but then… well! i do say. the most beautiful creature on four legs. a Dalmatian, just like me. now if only the girl… well! she’s very lovely too!

they were heading for Regent’s park, a perfect meeting place. oh… but Oscar never stops work until after 5, it’ll be to late. but what if… i took my snout and moved the hand over to 5:15. perfect! i barked until Oscar noticed me. i took my red leash in-between my teeth and barked once more. Oscar looked at me, then the clock, then at his watch. he stretched and groaned “after five already?” he asked himself. he changed the time on his watch and stood up. “well then Pongo boy, we best get going” he clasped my leash onto my collar and we were off.

i practically dragged Oscar down the stairs and out the door. i strode down the paths of Regents park, passing multiple dogs i had seen before. i was starting to lose hope. but then i found them. sitting on a bench in-front of a pond. i strode down the path in-front of the woman and her dog. the girl looked up at us a few times. Oscar sat on the grass. i needed to stir up some sort of attention. i took Oscar’s hat off of his head and placed it on the seat next to the pair. and for some odd reason, they left! i tried to follow but Oscar clipped the leash onto my collar. but u still dragged him away. ah-ha! there they were, once Oscar was on his feet, i wrapped my leash around the woman’s legs. they both fell in the water, but, they laughed, and that’s when i knew. they loved each-other and i loved Perdie.

Cruella De-Vil. 2 (Y/n POV)

i was sat on mine and Oscar’s shared couch. me and him were married for about 6 months now. Nanny, our house-keeper brought out our tea and some muffins. “thank you Nanny. Oscar dear! tea-time!” i shouted up to Oscar who was practicing the melody for his new song. it was a rather nice melody, but it just needed some lyrics. Oscar came down and danced around with Pongo, humming his song. my hand covered my mouth as i laughed. then we heard an all-familiar honk of a car. Cruella. Cruella and i went to school together, years ago but we were still friends.

it looked as though Oscar’s ears pricked up at the sound. “oh that must be Cruella. your dearly devoted old friend” Oscar smirked narrowing his eyes at me. he new how much of a self-obsessed person Cruella was. they despised eachother. “Cruella De-Vil. that’s it!” Oscar said again. my eyebrows bunched together. “Cruella De-Vil… Cruella De-Vil… if she doesn’t scare you” he started singing. jumping in-front of me as i headed for the window to see if it was really her. “no evil thing will!” he sung. “oh Oscar!” i said as i swatted his chest playfully. “to see her is to take a sudden… chill!” he carried on. as he sung i felt a finger run up my back and i shouted in surprise. “Cruella, Cruella De-Vil” he stopped, sneaking up to the attic to where he was practicing.

“let her in Nanny!” i shouted as Oscar played the melody loudly. before Nanny could open the door Cruella barged in and walked hurriedly to the living room. “Y/n darling!” she practically screamed. “hello Cruella” she wondered around the first floor of the small house. “where are they? for heaven’s sake where are they?” she shouted repeatedly. “who Cruella?” “the puppies of-course” “they’ll be at-least 3 weeks” i giggled. “would you like some tea?” i asked. “no darling! i’ve got to run! just tell me as soon as the puppies are here!” she boomed with her loud voice as she took off out the door. “goodbye” i said. i flopped down on the couch with a loud sigh. Oscar came down singing again. “you’re no help” i said as i pushed him out of my face, taking me with him.

Oscar spun me around as we danced to his song. we laughed and danced. then we just looked into each-other’s eyes as Pongo barked and jumped around with us. we backed up against a wall and Oscar snuggled his face into my cheek and kissed it. we giggled. “oh you really are an idiot” i chuckled. “i love you” he whispered. “i love you too” then we just stayed there for a few moments, smiling at each-other.

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should i do a part 2??? thanks for reading and sorry it’s so short!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[shybasementkid]

To convince the hated

warning: again, this is an au. implications and hints of sexual trauma n repressed trauma. also bill

a/n: ill leave WHY ford waited up to interpretation but ill say that he didnt want the outcome. this is kind of random but bill and stan never canonically makes a DEAL. bill just convinced him that he deserved it. i just thought bill having stans soul was a cool idea. ykw feel free to ship billstan in this au too. ok ill stop yapping, enjoy folks!

Stan could barely see anything. His head hurt. He could feel himself bleed from the left side of his face. Everything was dark.

Quick, last things he remembered. That usually worked in states like this. Letter from his brother after ten years. Showing up. Being asked if he was gonna... steal his eyes? By Ford? And then, two fatal shots to his eye and head. Being pulled up on the outside couch. Ford ran up to the house. But he didn't.. come back out.

Was this it? Was he dead? Was he gonna spend forever in a dark void, cold, bloody, and alone? Well, the alone part wasn't exactly new, he supposes. Then, he heard a maniacal laughter that was almost comforting in that situation in the distance. And the one eyed-triangle appeared in front of him.

"WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL! ISN'T IT THE MAN OF THE HOUR, STAR OF THE SHOW, STANLEY PINES? LET ME TELL YA, SIXER'S TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!"

".. What the fuck even are you."

Stan said, backing away. His one functioning eye looked at him with a look of anger, shock, and a dash of shock.

"I'M YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND! NAME'S BILL, BILL CIPHER! AND CAN I ASK YOU IF YOU'VE LOOKED IN A MIRROR RECENTLY?"

He popped a mirror into existence and held it towards Stan. The look in his.. well, eye, twisted into horror. Half of his face was bloodied, with an arrow through his eye and head. He touched his own face.

".. No.. he didn't."

"OH, YES HE DID! AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! SIXER HAD EIGHTEEN MINUTES BEFORE YOU FINALLY KICKED THE BUCKET TO SAVE YOU, BUT HE DIDN'T USE A SINGLE ONE!"

Stan looked down. His look could only be described as unreadable. Everything that ever happened to the twins flowed through his mind like a waterfall.

The nerd he shared a room with for seventeen years had ten real years to hate him and put an arrow through his head. And left him to die, it seemed.

Bill's eye iris turned into a dark blue, as the rest of it turned pitch black. He was hatching a plan.

"TELL ME, KID. DO YOU EVER WANT REVENGE?"

The word revenge seemed similar to the arrow in his eye at that very moment. No. He had only wanted his brother and family back. He never felt.. deserving of more than that, or even just that. Never even felt deserving of an 'I'm sorry' from anyone.

".. No.. and I'm not gonna want it now. He doesn't deserve vengeance upon him.. especially not from me."

"IF HE WAS IN YOUR BOOTS RIGHT NOW, YOU'D ALREADY BE DEAD! HE HATES YOU, GUILTLESSLY, AND YOU'RE SCARED TO WANT REVENGE?"

The look in his eyes twisted into an repeessed anger he's had, deep in his gut for ten years.

Ford did get to hate him. Guiltlessly. He's hated him for a stupid school project for ten years. It sunk in. He might not have gotten into his dream college, but he got thrown out of the house because of it. And yet, he was hated. For ten years.

"WHAT ABOUT SOME OTHER FELLAS? FILBRICK, THE ONES FROM TIJUANA, HELL, YOUR CHILDHOOD BULLY? DON'T YOU EVER GET ANGRY? WELL, MY FRIEND,"

Bill's hand reached forward towards Stan, seemingly catching on fire, in a blue ember.

"YOU GOT THE RIGHT GUY! JUST SHAKE MY HAND, AND I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED!"

".. What's the catch?"

"ALWAYS A CATCH, ISN'T IT? BUT YOU'LL SEE WHAT THE CATCH IS. ONE DAY. DEAL OR NO DEAL?"

Stanley looked down at his hand. Was he really about to do this? Make a deal with the devil?

A devil like the one they warn you about in stories when you were a kid.

.. Fuck it.

Stanley put up his hand and shook Bill's. He heard as he cackled, and when he opened his eyes, he was in a dark, shitty trailer. It was HIM.

The one with the coke back in Tijuana. He was smoking a cigarette, without a trace of remorse or anything. Like he didn't hurt Stanley in such a matter.

And he laughed.

Just low enough for him to view it as far away, but just loud enough for him to look around.

Now he'll know what it's like to be the smallest thing in the room.

Now they'll all know.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 8/27/2024

every fucking time i step outside the apartment i get smacked in the face with a wet blanket of heat and humidity. this is my second summer in the swamp WHY am i so startled every single time

listening

both off my spotify recommended list: 2 Mello's dead leaves, a funky little instrumental that sounds like driving somewhere with fitful AC when it is so hot the leaves are dropping off the trees.

TV Girl's Taking What's Not Yours is not a song i wholeheartedly enjoy, but the sample of Nixon saying "I am not a crook!" has been stuck in my head all week. and stickiness in the head is the main criteria for a tuesdaysong. i don't know anything about this band but my brother said "you WOULD be the typical TV Girl listener". so that information is now available to everyone.

indie pop with indie frontman voice (get well soon). actually. no. this singer reminds me of shelby the worm from adventure time. plus distinct funk overtones. 70% of the song by volume is a hip-hop-ified sample of an anti-pirating PSA. i think i would probably like this when i am less depressed.

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reading

really great breakdown of what the fuck is happening with Telegram and why conservatives are so riled up about it.

The quick version of how Telegram became a part of the culture war goes something like this. In April, Uri Berliner, who was then a senior business editor at NPR, alleged a widespread culture of woke at NPR in Bari Weiss’s The Free Press. This led to weeks of discussion about NPR on Twitter and in the right-wing blogosphere. During this saga, several right-wing bloggers attacked NPR’s current CEO and President Katherine Maher, who was previously the CEO of the Wikimedia Foundation, an organization that has been repeatedly attacked by conservatives, Elon Musk, etc. for allegedly having a liberal bias. Maher is also a member of the Signal Foundation’s board of directors. 

this fascinated me as an engineering/infrastructure disaster in process. thanks longreads

Nearly wherever you look, border politics in the United States is animated by a persistent myth: that with enough money and willpower, you could eventually seal off the countries from one another, like apartments that share a 1,954-mile wall. One way to describe decades of militarization on the border is that it serves to make Mexico invisible to residents of the United States. The same might be said of cross-border industrial development: porous to money and airplane parts, hardened to everything else. Straddling one of the busiest land crossings in the world, the Tijuana River offers a stubborn rebuttal, a reminder that both sides of the border constitute a single place. Once the poop is in the water, no amount of barbed wire can get it out.

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watching

i have watched about a movie a day this week and nothing has like. hit.

The Sisters Brothers (2018, dir. Audiard) was simply not the vibe i was looking for. somewhere between coen brothers and peckinpah. not that i am expecting all movies to have an easily portable moral message delivered to me fortune-cookie style in a silent-film dialogue screen right before the credits play, but what was this About. what was the Story being conveyed to me. this was like an episode of the twilight zone where rod serling goes "damn well that was fucked up" except i went in expecting like. a drama. it's a beautiful movie with great acting except they forgot to put a feature-length-movie plot in it.

Omega Doom (1996, dir. Pyun) is such a strange thing. a cyber-Yojimbo with Rutger Hauer. takes place almost completely within one blasted, snowy little town plaza. Rutger Hauer got "shot in the program" during the great human/robot war and it turned him good.

i think it was marketed very poorly, bc it is NOT an epic science fiction thriller. it was made for about five dollars and is a very talky, meandering, weird little cyber-western. as is the case for all movies with female robots, a lot of weird anxieties about women. i think it would have been way more interesting with a completely genderflipped cast? like push that concept all the way! watching mr hauer mow down a lot of fembots was not the most pleasant experience for me as an alleged woman.

not as good as A Fistful of Dollars but compels me more.

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playing

hello this is very important. the fallout classic collection will be free on epic starting thursday. thank you for your time.

new major genshin patch this week so i will not shut up about that for a bit. as of time of drafting this i am down to TWENTY SEVEN map markers and fully half of them are card game opponents i haven't beaten.

i want to be a point and click adventure game girl so bad but i am afraid i do not have the point and click adventure game temperament. i am having fun with The Silent Age, a little postapoc thing with a time travel mechanic, but only through heavy reference to a walkthrough. this was free on epic last march and i kind of get why? it was published in 2012, wasn't part of a series and didn't have ongoing monetization, and reviewed well but doesn't have a ton of replayability. probably a great windfall for the studio of like $10k, im curious how many people actually downloaded it during its free week. the kind of self-contained game i personally am glad exists in the world but don't want to pay money for.

some good graph humor.

some good osha humor.

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making

i love to acquire a container. this tiny little pearlescent blue avon bath oil holder (i thought was a vase in texas thrift but that explains why it was horrifyingly sticky) now holds my double pointed needles and other knitting bits and bobs so they're not buried at the bottom of the vase with the regular needles

[artisiumstudios]

This was supposed to be fluff. Well it is but the other half of this isn't fluff but anyways-

idea 1) Post college Ford (hasn't met Bill) who has 12 year old dipper and 6 year old Stanley in his care while Stan has 12 year old mabel and 6 year old Stanford. Things are a lot more whimsical! well for ford, stanley is currently in mexico (PRE TIJUANA ACCIDENT) so the kids get to see stan use those spanish skiils

2) Pre portal incident era (aka bill traumatizes Ford era) Ford with both Stanley AND Stanford while Stanley has Dipper and Mabel. (both sets of twins are 12) could still be a bit more fluff

3) this is the real angsty one, but pre portal incident Ford with 12 year old mabel and 17 year old Stanley and Stan with 12 year old Dipper and 17 year old Ford. This is just angst.

let that sink in

[black-arcana]

ARCH ENEMY's ALISSA WHITE-GLUZ Opens Up About Health Scare During Mexican Tour: 'This Is The Most Pain I Have Ever Experienced'

Alissa White-Gluz has apologized to ARCH ENEMY fans for not being able to perform up to her usual high standards during the band's ongoing Mexican tour.

The 39-year-old Canadian-born singer took to her social media on Sunday (December 8) to write: "Mexico - I [love] you! I am seriously blown away by this country. The nature is diverse and gorgeous; the people are warm, friendly, funny, creative and welcoming; the history is fascinating; the architecture is jaw-dropping; the rich culture of music and art is full of colour and beauty; the food is incredible (every city is like a vegan paradise)… I could go on.

"Thank you so much for your understanding and well-wishes. I feel extremely guilty that I cannot give a normal show because you guys absolutely deserve it. I insisted that we should reschedule but that was apparently not possible.

"This might be TMI [too much information] but since the news is out already I just want these amazing fans in Mexico to know how serious this was and that it absolutely is killing me to not be able to give you 100%.

"Trust me - I have broken my ribs on stage and not missed a show, I have performed through bronchitis, complete laryngitis that took months to heal — everything. This is different.

"I had a doctor come to my hotel bed two days in a row and she said 'she is experiencing a total collapse.' My body is so exhausted that I have a hard time walking. I'm confused. Dizzy. Shaking.

"A bacterial infection lodged in my ears and then aggressively spread to all the soft tissues of my upper body. Ears, eyes, throat, lungs, nose… I had pus leaking out of my EYES. Blood leaking out of my nose. I was freezing and sweating simultaneously and had a fever of 102F for over a week. And yes, I did several shows in this state. I was going into shock. It was an infection that was probably lingering for a long time and finally started winning — my body was losing and it was happening quickly. I think if I didn't get the antibiotics when I did I would be hospitalized or dead right now. I have never experienced a more scary medical situation before in my life. This is also the most pain I have ever experienced and I have a very high pain tolerance (like most women).

"I can feel the love from you guys and it is honestly helping me heal. Thank you for your smiling faces in the crowd — they really do cheer me up.

"It will be several weeks or months before I fully recover but when I do — I am demanding that we come back here so I can give you guys the best concert of your lives. Seriously — I have fallen in love with you, Mexico, and I WILL be back to give you 1000% AWG."

ARCH ENEMY played a full set without White-Gluz on December 3 at El Foro Jai Alai in Tijuana, Mexico after the singer became "very sick" and was unable to join her bandmates at the gig.

ARCH ENEMY's Tijuana performance was part of the group's 18-date tour of Mexico, which launched on November 12 in Toluca and is scheduled to wrap on December 11 in Mexico City.

White-Gluz, former vocalist of Canadian extreme metallers THE AGONIST, joined ARCH ENEMY in 2014 as the replacement for Angela Gossow. Angela, who joined ARCH ENEMY in 2000 and made her debut on the now classic "Wages Of Sin" (2001),stepped down as frontwoman and is now focusing on management, while Alissa took her place.

ARCH ENEMY's new album, "Blood Dynasty", is slated for release on March 28, 2025 via Century Media Records.

The band has released three songs so far from "Blood Dynasty": "Dream Stealer" in July, "Liars & Thieves" in October, and the title track, "Blood Dynasty", in December.

"Dream Stealer" marked ARCH ENEMY's first new music since the release of the "Deceivers" album, which came out in August 2022.

"Dream Stealer" was mixed by Jens Bogren and mastered by Tony Lindgren at Fascination Street Studios.

ARCH ENEMY played its first concert with new guitarist Joey Concepcion on April 24 at Musinsa Garage in Seoul, South Korea. The show was part of ARCH ENEMY's 2024 Asian tour.

In December 2023, ARCH ENEMY announced that it had "amicably" parted ways with longtime guitarist Jeff Loomis.

Jeff, who was the main songwriter in his previous group, NEVERMORE, joined ARCH ENEMY in late 2014, but was not involved in the writing for the latter act's last two albums, 2017's "Will To Power" and the aforementioned "Deceivers".

[narcosmx]

“i’m not going anywhere” and “whether you like it or not, you're safest with me” for Ramon please boo 😭🥺💗

Protective Headcannon: Ramon Arellano-Felix

"I had everything under control, Mon, don't flatter yourself" you slur with a giggle as you let yourself into your home and nearly throw yourself on the couch. "Oh yeah, that's why you were cornered with those two guys closing in" Ramon answered, closing the door behind him as your best friend let himself in. You hiss out in disagreement and roll your eyes "Please, I could've handled those pendejos, I mean I did learn from the best" you reminded as Ramon pushed your legs off the couch so he could join you. "Is it so hard to just fucking stay with me?" he reprimands, bringing your legs up to rest on top of his. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know I was talking to Benjamin" you laugh out "Por favor, shut the fuck up" you tease, knowing that the last person you were going to sit here and be lectured by was Ramon. "That's not what I mean" Ramon groans out in frustration, averting your look and focusing on undoing the strap of your heel and getting them off of you. "It's just, whether you like it or not, you're safer with me" The way his voice softened when he explained, losing all of the teasing nature you would have previously expected took you by surprise. You tilted your head, trying to get a read off of him which for the first time was difficult. "I would lose my fucking mind if anything happened to you, I don't think you understand. I would fucking burn half of Tijuana down if something happened to you" Ramon pleaded, looking up at you and locking you in this gaze you've never experienced before. Sitting up, you lean towards Ramon, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before placing your forehead against his. "But what about the other half" you can barely let out between giggles and before he could let out a frustrated groan, you lean forward to press your lips against his in a giddy kiss. A kiss that sobered the both of you in an instance, his hands finding their way to your waist as if they always belonged there. Pulling away, nearly breathless, you give him a sweet smile before pushing yourself off the couch. "Well, thanks for getting me home safe, you can go home now" you tease, winking at him as you lead him to your bedroom. "Oh I'm not going anywhere" Ramon nearly growled a familiar cocky smile not too far behind you.

[ceresfromnationstates]

Character Ref Sheets: Dave E. Panpa

Main characters and supporting characters done, more still to go.

David Ernesto Panpa Ruiz

Nicknames: Dave, David (rare), Davie, Ernest, Mr. Panpa, Mr. D

Age: 27 (As of mid 2019)

Birthplace: Tijuana, MX

Current Location: Santa Monica, CA

Nationality: Mexican-American

Physical Description: Average Build, Brown Eyes (Light Brown Skin), Brown Hair

Bio: Even after what he has gone through, he's still a security guard. Maybe it's in his blood.

On the surface, Dave is an exceptionally chill, laid-back and carefree guy unconcerned by anything.

On other instances, he's also been described as a cold, mad and negative individual.

The colors of whatever he's wearing usually tells what mood he's in.

The only thing he considers "traumatizing" is the untimely passing of his grandfather during his younger years.

Ocassionally has very vivid nightmares brought on by his imagination.

Despite being extremely extroverted and open to talking, he almost always keeps to himself when he's alone or around people he doesn't know.

He's a nyctophile, and as such, he likes going out on late night/early morning walks and staying up late.

The memory of being fired from the Police Department. always sticks with him. Knows Henry and Rupert well, but can't really remember.

Haven't attempted to get in contact with either of them, and frankly, he doesn't wanna know what's up.

His time spent incarcerated by the Toppats gave him a pessimistic view on life.

Spent 8 months and 2 weeks held in captivity by the Toppats.

At some point and somehow, he escaped from them.

Has no idea why he was taken by the Clan.

Some time after, he moved from Arizona and to the west coast.

After granted retirement from his previous security company, he eventually found work in another (and arguably better) security company.

Has learned from his days at the museum, and now performs his new job more professionally.

Has made a number of new friends at work, and also some others he used to work with at the museum.

Ocassionally, some of them would have a get-together or two, and he always tags along.

Experiencing everything from getting fired to being taken prisoner by a clan has lead him to believe in fate, fortune and misfortune.

Often times, he finds himself overthinking about something negative from his past too much and snapping.

To "better himself", he's been trying out meditation and positive thinking. One of his methods of releasing stress is by screaming.

Keeps a record of everyone who shares his number, just in case of anything happening.

His job with Weston Defense Solutions and a couple of side-jobs are his lifeline, at this time at least.

Despite all that, he's still chill and uncaring about it.

He just wants is to live through life and enjoy it.

Backstory (coming soon)

< Rupert | Masterpost

[hero-israel]

But how can you just tell Palestinians to move south. Israel is committing war crimes by denying water to civilians, it’s collective punishment and they don’t want Gaza to exist. What on earth is Hamas going to do with water other than drink it, how can you defend this position, how is Israel at all heroic. All you can say is for Palestinians to get over the past and fight Hamas, but how? Half of Palestine are children and there are few resources. You can’t just offer some weak critiques of Netanyahu; the right wing Israel political machine is still Israel; you can’t separate some ideals from what is happening now.

"Weak critique", seriously? I have repeatedly said that the Babi Yar, Rwandan Genocide style atrocity inflicted against Israel was made possible by the dysfunctional government Bibi built to legalize his own crimes and that tore society and military readiness apart as a side effect. Hamas would ALWAYS have done it, I've known they are genocidal fascists for quite some time, it is the job of the Israeli govt to watch Gaza and they didn't. How is literally "You made this possible" weak?

Israel re-allowed water as of 2 days ago and is now re-allowing food.

Palestinians are horribly oppressed by Hamas, if they tried to rise up against Hamas they would surely be killed on the spot, and I am not so far out as to say "these are the brutes who they support so bomb them all." But if I don't want the civilians bombed, and you don't even want them moved so they dodge the bombs aimed at facilities, then what is there left for Israel to do at all? How do you imagine a country of Jews, shaped in memory of historic persecutions and genocides - many of them by Arab and Muslim regimes that oppressed and massacred them for 1,000+ years - ought to respond to having the very worst of those events re-staged in their own homes, against their children, their grandparents, the helpless? If any possible action in Gaza is "collective punishment," is Hamas simply to be left unscathed? What would stop them from doing it again, plus a dozen copycats? What do you want, and what country do you imagine would meet your wishes?

There is no government in the world - in the history of the world - that would tolerate a Hamas on their border after what it just did to them. If a Mexican drug cartel seized control of Tijuana and said it was going to "liberate California" in the name of all the Hispanic Catholics who are TRULY indigenous to California instead of White Protestant colonizers, occasionally firing missiles at random into the U.S., then snuck in a death squad and raped and butchered 40,000 people in their homes (and that's the count, adjusted for population), what do you think America would do to Tijuana?

This is why I said previously - as terrible as a full military commitment absolutely would be, "alright, well, don't do that again you meanies!" very well could be worse. People need to deeply and honestly confront whether any retaliation for crimes against humanity is allowable, or whether we are in a perverse mirror image of Florida's "Stand Your Ground" gun law, where the man standing atop a corpse said "he scared me!" and gets away with it. In this case, violence is so forbidden that whoever commits a violent crime first wins.