#vote to abandon shark

[lingpaopao]

˚ ༘ 🐋🐬 𝘈𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘝𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺 🪼🦈 ·˚ ༄ؘ

// Fish // Sea Bass ~ 海鲈鱼 (hǎi lú yú) Salmon ~ 鲑鱼 (guī yú) Note: it is more common to use '三文鱼' (sānwén yú) as 鲑鱼 is more formal. Flounder ~ 比目鱼 (bǐ mù yú) Trout ~ 鳟鱼 (zūn yú) Mackerel ~ 鲭鱼 (qīng yú) Cod ~ 鳕鱼 (xuě yú) Sole ~ 龙利鱼 (lóng lì yú) Halibut ~ 大比目鱼 (dà bǐ mù yú) Tilapia ~ 罗非鱼 (luó fēi yú) Tuna ~ 金枪鱼 (jīn qiāng yú) Note: literally translated as 'golden gun fish'. Sardines ~ 沙丁鱼 (shā dīng yú) Carp ~ 鲤鱼 (lǐ yú) Catfish ~ 鲶鱼 (nián yú) Eel ~ 鳗鱼 (mán yú) Note: can also be pronounced màn. Swordfish ~ 剑鱼 (jiàn yú) Sturgeon ~ 鲟鱼 (xún yú) Herring ~ 鲱鱼 (fēi yú) Stingray ~ 魟鱼 (hóng yú) Note: can also be pronounced hōng Shark ~ 鲨鱼 (shā yú) Goldfish ~ 金鱼 (jīn yú) Pufferfish ~ 河豚 (hé tún) Anchovy ~ 凤尾鱼 (fèng wěi yú) Clownfish ~ 小丑鱼 (xiǎo chǒu yú) Piranha ~ 食人鱼 (shí rén yú) Lionfish ~ 狮子鱼 (shī zǐ yú) // Mammals // Whale ~ 鲸鱼 (jīng yú) Seal ~ 海豹 (hǎi bào) Sea lion ~ 海狮 (hǎi shī) Otter ~ 水獭 (shuǐ tǎ) Dolphin ~ 海豚 (hǎi tún) Orca ~ 虎鲸 (hǔ jīng) Manatee ~ 海牛 (hǎi niú) Narwhal ~ 独角鲸 (dú jiǎo jīng) Walrus ~ 海象 (hǎi xiàng) // Crustaceans // Crayfish ~ 小龙虾 (xiǎo lóng xiā) Lobster ~ 龙虾 (lóng xiā) Crab ~ 螃蟹 (páng xiè) // Mollusks // Squid ~ 鱿鱼 (yóu yú) Octopus ~ 八爪鱼 (bā zhuǎ yú) Abalone ~ 鲍鱼 (bào yú) Shellfish ~ 贝类 (bèi lèi) Cuttlefish ~ 墨鱼 (mò yú) Scallop ~ 扇贝 (shàn bèi) Mussel ~ 蚌 (bàng) Oyster ~ 牡蛎 (mǔ lì) Sea snail ~ 海蜗牛 (hǎi wō niú) // Other Invertebrates // Starfish ~ 海星 (hǎi xīng) Jellyfish ~ 水母 (shuǐ mǔ) Sea urchin ~ 海胆 (hǎi dǎn) Sea cucumber ~ 海参 (hǎi shēn) Note: 参 is typically pronounced cān. // Bonus // Sea turtle ~ 海龟 (hǎi guī) Pacific ~ 太平洋 (tài píng yáng) Atlantic ~ 大西洋 (dà xī yáng) Fillet ~ 鱼片 (yú piàn) Wild ~ 野生的 (yě shēng de) Farmed ~ 养殖的 (yǎng zhí de)

Note: you'll notice that many names are basically just a word + the fish radical (ex. 鲈鲑鳟鲭鳕鲤鲶鳗鲟鲱魟鲨). For many of these, the word is pronounced the same: ex. 念 sounds exactly like 鲶. Note: if you're reading about buying fish in Chinese, you may notice that there isn't a perfect overlap between what Westerners buy/eat and Chinese people. For example, lots of Chinese people eat belt fish (带鱼) but Westerners typically don't. Knowing this, it may be useful to learn belt fish despite it not typically showing up in lists of fish in English. // Example Text // https://k.sina.cn/article_6579897244_18831439c00100fouz.html

10种最美丽的水族馆动物, 鱼类占了八种, 一般人最多见过两种 -> 10 types of the most beautiful aquarium animals, 8 of the types are fish, the average person will at most see 2 of the animal types.

第一名，小丑鱼。热带咸水鱼，虽然名叫小丑，但小丑鱼却不丑。网友投票排第一呢！-> First place, clownfish. Tropical saltwater fish, although named clownfish, they are not ugly ('clown' in Chinese literally translates to 'little uglies' so the sentence reads like: although named little ugly fish, they are not ugly). Netizens voted them first place!

第四名，海豚。海豚其实是小中型的鲸类，属于哺乳动物。-> Fourth place, dolphins. Dolphins are actually a type of medium-small whale, considered breast-feeding animals.

第九名，鲸。巨型动物家族，包括世界上最大的动物蓝鲸。不属于鱼类，属于哺乳动物。-> Ninth place, whales. A broad animal family, whales include the world's biggest animal, the blue whale. Not considered fish, they are breast-feeding animals.

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海洋馆里有什么海洋生物，常见的20种海洋动物汇总 -> which aquatic animals are in aquariums, a summary of 20 types of common aquatic animals.

1. 虎鲸 -> Orcas

在杀人鲸表演备受争议的当下，不少海洋���园已经开始逐步取消对虎鲸表演的训练。-> In light of the controversy of killer whale performances, many aquariums have already started to step-by-step cancel orca performance training.

3. 海豹 -> Seals

大部分海洋世界中的动物可能是通过购买获得的，但有些海豹是因为被父母遗弃，被救助后一直无法恢复生存能力而留在海洋世界的。-> Most Seaworld animals might have been obtained through purchase, but some seals, because they were abandoned by their parents, after rescue still cannot regain survival skills so they remain in Seaworld.

5. 海星 -> Starfish

...需要注意的是，千万不要违反规定将海星拿出水面或是大力揉捏它们。这会对海星造成致命的伤害。-> You must pay attention to never transgressing the rules by picking up starfish out of the water or forcefully rubbing and pinching them. Doing this will cause life-threatening damage to the starfish.

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

You normally understand my anger so I am gonna vent a moment.

My friends are pissed at me because I berated them for not voting when every single one of them had the time and resources to and are deeply affected by how this presidential outcome goes.

"people lifes have to come first before we think about the world right now esp when it comes to the election like the slogan its your right to vote its cool if u dont wanna" - Quote from my friend that couldn't be more untrue. I fear none of them have a brain cell to rub together to form a thought. No reason the majority of them are majoring in art and yet are somehow failing some of their classes cause they clearly don't understand subtext, nuance, or any form of understanding. I know I am being very harsh, but they do not understand the severity of their actions.

The vote count will take a few days, but I do know if Trump wins, I am going to abandon my friendship with those folks. They are showing that they don't care about others and their community of Queer and POC folks. Probably gonna do it anyway cause a lot of their excuse was "We are all just starting adulthood🥰 please be easy" when we are all almost 2 years out from high school and the majority could have still voted in high school.

They can't "uwu I am just a little guy" their way out of this. They aren't even showing self-preservation at this point. Apparently ignoring the sharks will make them go away in their mind.

I get this sentiment so much.

I’ve also been holding a lot of disdain to third party voters in America recently. Because all voting third party does in America is make themselves feel better, honestly. A vote not for Kamala Harris in this election is a vote for trump, and I think people don’t understand the repercussions this will have *across the world*.

Third party voting itself isn’t inherently evil. It happens a lot in the UK, and it’s a good thing it happens. It puts a lot of pressure on the main parties to get their shit together. HOWEVER, even this year, everyone was saying not to vote third party because no one wanted the fucking Tories again. And the best way to ensure we don’t get Tories is to ensure we got Labour. And Kier Starmer can suck a fat cock, but he’s better than Kemi ‘I think people aren’t having kids bc we’re too generous with maternity leave’ Badenoch.

And studying politics at a time like this is STRESSFUL bro because I see people saying shit all the time about how impactful voting third party is, and I am screaming at the screen because the impact it has is making you feel like a moral and good person for ensuring a trump win. Same goes for non-voters. Like this election, the emphasis shouldn’t be on ‘oh but voting Kamala makes me feel like a bad person’, it should be ‘hey so if Trump is elected people will fucking die and I can put my personal feelings aside to ensure that doesn’t happen’

But no

Everyone is just fucked.

[darkarfs]

The stern, disappointed, determined look I'm practicing when passing the traitors who're still wearing their TRUMP/VANCE 2024 SAVE AMERICA gear in public. Like today at the grocery store when I passed a man wearing the regalia whilst looking like Bobcat Goldthwait's character in Police Academy.

What's weird is how ANGRY they all still are. They seek to punish, to separate, to scapegoat and to justify their baseless anger. People who "win" are not this angry unless they have awful, deliberately hurtful work ahead of them. And they're fucking stupid. And they will deserve having been duped by someone so obviously dumb and evil, utterly lacking in charisma or even diction. He's charismatic if you're a mediocre white man, or lack sufficient understanding of the language of veteran charlatans. And he didn't even have THAT after all of it.

Pray for a miracle. Enjoy the next 2 months. And then be prepared to be a cockroach, a creature who doesn't need air or water, a tardigrade. Look out for one another. Don't trust the capitulation of the corporate media, owned by billionaires. Don't be prepared to forgive, even as understanding dawns on the smarter ones. Open minds, open hearts, but forever on your guard. Soviet villages had KGB agents EVERYWHERE, and it's okay to be a little paranoid.

And, listen...the least helpful thing on God's earth right now is going "the democrats picked an untested woman!" or "her campaign sucked!" She ran a note-perfect campaign. The other guy literally swayed like a shack with no windows in a hurricane listening to "Ave Maria" and "YMCA" for 40 minutes. He abandoned them in the Coachella desert and blathered about sharks and low-flush toilets and Hannibal Lector. Smart people don't vote for that. Focus on what to do next.

And what to do now. I'm having pizza and soda and listening to my favorite music, spraying for ants and moving garbage around.

Be good. Be chaotic good in the world. Hope isn't here, but it's somewhere, and I'm determined to find it.

[bllsbailey]

Former Biden Top Advisor Blames Campaign Demise on 'Unremitting Negative, Horrible Attacks'—by Democrats

Anita Dunn Pictured Below

was until very recently a top Biden advisor (and before that, acting White House Communications Director for Obama), but she has since moved on to working for a PAC that is supporting the Kamala Harris campaign now that the president has cried uncle on his foundering reelection bid. 

However, she’s not real happy with how top Democrats treated the declining commander-in-chief following his ruinous debate performance in late June.

It wasn’t Trump who forced Biden to the sidelines, and it wasn‘t Dem voters—14 million of whom voted for Ole Joe in the primary only to see their ballots ignored—it was the Democrat hierarchy itself that tossed him into the ash heap. We already knew that, but Dunn confirms Pelosi, Schumer, Barack, Jeffries et al. were the leaders behind the coup, vicious sharks in the water. 

While she’s right about that assessment, where she’s wrong is in her take about the debate; she contends Biden didn’t do all that badly despite the fact that he was almost comatose:

"What did change [after the debate], it was 24 days of unremitting negative, horrible attacks on Joe Biden," she said. When asked to clarify who those attacks came from, Dunn pulled no punches: "From his own party and from the press." She also said that after that debate there was a press atmosphere that was "just unremittingly negative" and was made worse by leaders of the party speaking out.

Who was one of the chief architects in stabbing Joe in the back? You guessed it, Marvel comic villain Rep. Nancy Pelosi (D-CA), who for some reason seems to hold more power in this corrupt Democrat party than the actual POTUS himself:

"Clearly there were leaders of the party who decided to go ahead and go very public. And that gave permission to other people to go public," she said. Dunn was asked if an example of that was when former Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., went on TV twice in the days after the debate. "Absolutely," she said.

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Dunn wasn’t done (sorry, I had to do that), slamming the Democrat powers-that-be, specifically calling out others in the top leadership for their past failures (bolding mine):

Dunn later side-stepped a question about whether Biden is still angry at Pelosi, as well as former President Obama and Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer, D-N.Y. — while also taking another swipe at some in leadership. "The task in front of us is to win this election and to not let Donald Trump become president again and to win the House of Representatives, which had certain leaders in 2022 done a slightly better job, maybe we would control today, but we don’t," she said. Tensions have been simmering internally within the Biden camp. NBC News reported that those tensions boiled over in light of the debate, with Biden family members discussing whether Dunn should be fired — reportedly angered by her suggestion first son Hunter Biden keep a low profile.

Here’s my question—how can Dunn now be an effective surrogate for the Harris/Walz campaign after she just blasted these apparently all-powerful Dem leaders? Kamala’s going to need their support, just as Biden did, and if one of her strategists is deeply at odds with the Pelosi/Schumer/Jeffries/Obama cabal, that seems highly problematic. Then again, everything about this nascent campaign seems problematic. I’d feel sorry for them if… if… No, I can’t think of a reason.

They all deserve each other.

[pratchettquotes]

"I have defined your objectives," said Ridcully. "It is up to you to consider the options."

"In that case," said the Dean, "I move that we abandon ship."

"What for?" said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. "The sharks?"

"That is a secondary problem," said the Dean.

"That's right," said Ponder, "we can always vote to abandon shark."

Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

[flyinglotus777]

Netflix’s Squid Game

SPOILER ALERT! If you are interested in watching the series, I HIGHLY suggest you do so. This article will be an overall synopsis and my review of the show. For an in-depth analysis of the symbolism of the show and ending, scroll down to the fourth to last paragraph.

The Netflix show, “Squid Game,” written and directed by Hwang Dong-hyuk is a phenomenal Korean drama centered around our victor, Seong Gi-hun, played by Lee Jung-jae. Contestants were recruited to play in a life or death competition due to their lack of luck, financial knowledge, and influx of impending debt they have accumulated throughout their lives. We first meet Gi-hun as he is down on his luck. Living with his elderly, overworked mother (which in countries outside of the United States is not strange nor uncommon) Gi-hun was a friend to gambling, but that toxic love caused him to be in debt to a gang of (what seemed to be) loan sharks. When luck finally strikes him on the race track, life simultaneously decides to take an excrement on his reality. His debt seekers catch him on his hot streak and involuntarily sign him up to be a participant in the Squid Game.

Similar to many other of the 456 participants, they all shared a common denominator of being in situations it seemed only money could fix. Upon arrival the contestants were asked to voluntarily sign wavers in order to participate in the game, while unknowingly risking their lives, for the opportunity to win 456 billion won (which would be roughly over $3.5 million in US currency). The challenges were mostly based on nostalgic childhood games, both based in the United States and South Korea.

Now I knew due to the explanation in the introduction of episode one that if any player were to lose, they would die. So during the first challenge of red light green light, when players were bulletly penalized for losing I was not surprised. After the game, the players decided to rally together and quit playing. The influence of the cash prize split the decision down the middle, leaving the old man, player 1, to be the final decision. To my surprise he actually chose to decline, freeing all of the players. During the voting, many players screamed at each other as to why they would choose to stay in the hell hole as other players responded that the outside world was not any better if not the same as the harsh environment they were already in. This reality struck many contestants as they returned back to their reality of debt, dependents, and for some bounty hunts, thus resulting in them returning to the game.

During the whole season, I was trying to find the purpose of these games. We knew why the participants felt motivated to play, but I wondered what was the purpose of having them fight for their lives in the first place. When the PlayStation faced soldiers forced the doctor (player 111) to dissect the bodies for organs to sell at the black market, at first I thought that it was what the original game maker wanted which I thought was genius. Soon to learn that it was actually a violation to a code of equality that was placed inside the arena applying to all of those who existed, soldiers and participants alike. Which struck me as odd due to the soldiers being able to tote guns and wear masks based on their own hierarchy and the participants being collectively isolated and given numbers as if it was a remake of the Stanford Prison experiment. Nonetheless many soldiers faced the same fate as the players, and my pondering would meet the solution come the finale.

Let’s discuss players. I only favored Gi-hun because he was the protagonist, but throughout the story he grew on me as his big heart prevailed through the madness. I knew Choo Sang-woo, the embezzling business man and hometown friend of Gi-hun played by Park Hae-soo, was a psychopath when I saw him in a fully filled bathtub with his suit on. Running from the police, in debt or not, that’s just as much of a red flag for serial killer tendencies as sleeping with socks on or having too thin and highly arched eyebrows. The episode that he crossed Ali, the father of one from Pakistan with the missing fingers, made me hate Sang-woo for the rest of the series. I was infuriated and frustrated with Ali for being that naïve to believe that they could escape the round as a duo, but understood his perspective since up until that point Sang-woo was a dependable, trusted ally to Ali. However after that episode I didn’t care who won, I was just ready for Sang-woo to die.

Kang Sae-byeok, the skeptical and beautiful warrior from North Korea played by Jung Ho-yeon, deserves her own paragraph. Along with her beauty, her presence and demeanor was so bad ass. She was thrifty and intelligent, as her talent being pick pocketing. I was waiting for her to just be so bad ass. As the punk disguised to be gangster, Jang Deok-su, pushed her around which seemed to be normal behavior between the two, I was ready for Sae-byeok to twist his arm, send a plunging round house kick to his nuts, and cut his snake tattoo right off of his face. Although her exterior was tough, her heart was made of malleable gold which we got to see as she opened up to her female companion during the marble challenge and sobbed from her loss afterwards. Although she was not the killer bad ass queen I had wanted her to be, I still call her a warrior because of her resiliency throughout life’s and the game’s many obstacles and her drive to provide her younger brother with a better life.

Thankfully Deok-su got what he deserved as Han Mi-nyeo poetically decided to take both of their lives during the glass challenge. “You said we would be together till the end,” she said before diving into her inevitable death with her short lived lover. Mi-nyeo was incredibly annoying as I would often pinch the inside corners of my eyes and scratch my eyebrows when she would appear. However that crazy bitch served justice, and I love her for that.

I was highly disappointed by the demise of the detective Hwang Jun-ho, played by the handsome Wi Ha-joon. I was rooting for detective Jun-ho, as I’m sure we all were, on his pursuit to find his brother. I was not surprised that his brother was Front Man, as I had suspected that his brother must’ve died or been apart of the game making due to his absence in real life and the current game. After discovering his brother was the victor of his year, to me it only made sense that he would be apart of the game enforcement. As we saw from Gi-hun, a normal life is impossible to live after experiencing something so traumatic as a series of death ridden children games. However I was saddened and surprised that detective Jun-ho was unsuccessful in closing down the whole operation. I mean the man was close to performing forced, aristocratic fellatio in the name of serving and protecting the law. I truly thought because he had gotten so far and was so close to exposing the operation that the only choice he had was to be successful. At last he was shot and killed by his own blood, the one he had been looking for; providing us with a cinematic and heart jerking ending to detective Jun-ho.

Lastly lets discuss the old man, player 001 named O Yeong-su, whom I also nicknamed Poppy during the series. Deceivingly innocent and weak, I genuinely liked Yeong-su throughout the game play. I thoroughly enjoyed his relationship with Gi-hun and saw him as a valuable player in most instances. I believe he was one of the main reasons that Gi-hun continued to lead with his heart. Gi-hun claimed that Yeong-su was the reason he returned to the games and later found out that Yeong-su was the reason there were games in the first place. The climatic episode of the marble challenge was when their relationship had been defined as “gganbu” (which is a term for trusted, close friends in Korean, as explained in the series), thus Yeong-su establishing a special place in Gi-hun’s heart. During the challenge, Yeong-su begins to have an episode of what we all assumed to be dementia as the arena they are playing in is designed like his old neighborhood and he abandons the game to take a trip down memory lane. Gi-hun screams in frustration at the old man to play with him only to end up losing in their even and odd game and resulting in deceit, tricking the old man to let him be the victor. Now if I was Gi-hun, I would’ve convinced Yeong-su to let me hold his marbles for safe keeping and let him have a fun time reminiscing on his life while he ran down the clock. Then when it was time, I would’ve turned in all 20 marbles just as Sang-woo did and went about my business. It would’ve only been right for the old man to forfeit as he was already on his death bed, or so we innocently thought. Before I get into the ending, I want to talk about the last match between Sang-woo and Gi-hun.

Finally, the last game to see who would be victorious in a highly anticipated game of Squid between Gi-hun and Sang-woo. It seemed as if it were a battle between good vs evil; Gi-hun representing a more benevolent side as he would often optimistically look to help other competitors and extend the kindness he had been shown versus Sang-woo who represented a more vindictive and ruthless side, determined to hurt anyone in order to receive his highly coveted and long awaited prize in an arena that erased any foundation of morals or ethics as soon as the light turned red. Luck was on Gi-hun’s side as he had the opportunity to play offense. With a cunning mind and a vengeance for Sae-byeok’s death, Gi-hun delivered a can of whoop ass to his opponent. As the saying goes, the good shall always prevail. Perhaps his heart was too pure as Gi-hun halted from crossing the finish line and offered Sang-woo a chance to live, thus forfeiting the prize money. Needless to say, I applauded when Sang-woo committed suicide as it was the only right thing to do in his position.

A year passed by and Gi-hun seemed worse than before. Physically his style was bummy wealthy, a look pioneered by Bill Gates, but mentally he was in shambles. How could you blame him? Gi-hun discovered that the responsible party for these horrendous events was none other than his ggangbu, old man Yeong-su. The biggest, jaw dropping plot twist of the entire series. As they were joined on Christmas Eve and Yeong-su on his death bed, they placed one final bet on an assumed to be drunken, homeless man who sat on the streets as it snowed and waited for help to arrive. Yeong-su explained how he actually wanted to help people and give his money to people who needed it, but wanted to do it in an “entertaining way.” As Gi-hun flared with outrage towards the old man for finding amusement in killing people, the old man rebutted using horse races as an example of people’s amusement. Yeong-su also said he participated in the games because it was more fun to play than to be a spectator, which I had noticed him treating the competition as if it were adult summer camp. I had just assumed since he was old, he didn’t care if he had died or not.

I think most people will think that this show was a metaphor about how money and rich people are evil. However I think it can be seen as commentary on society as a whole, not just the wealthy. Yeong-su says on his death bed that it’s a test of humanity, and asks Gi-hun if he still has faith in humanity after what he has experienced. Although money was the luring motivator to win the game, people still chose to return to the competition to escape their problems. Sure, money was apart of their problems as all of the players (excluding Yeong-su) were in debt, but that was due to choices that they had made. Whether it had been through embezzling, gambling, lack of luck, or financial ignorance, it was the people who had gotten themselves into those situations. Money doesn’t have a personal vendetta against anyone nor does it have an inherent quality of good or evil. Money is a neutral energy used to be exchanged for goods and services. It’s people who designate that energy to their humane or inhumane desires.

Leading to the next point of the wealthy and how they are seen to be evil due to having wealth. Although I do believe that there are some wealthy people who act as villains, money didn’t create the villain inside of them. Those people were going to behave maliciously whether they have money or not. The VIPs, who were spectating the finale of challenges, were tied to a bank devoted to the wealthy and gambled on the competitors who played (and most likely helped subsidize the events). We place judgement on them, but as Yeong-su said, people gamble on horse races. Although people are not animals and by my knowledge I don’t believe most or any horses die during these races, it is still the principle of watching an entity being tortured for amusement, which is not only confined to the wealthy population. When the concept of killing and tormenting living breathing beings for amusement is normalized within society, the lines begin to blur on who is okay to perform and who is not. Take the audience of this show for example, we all watched a show where hundreds of people were mercilessly killed for the desire of winning a cash prize for our own amusement, thus making “Squid Game” the number one show on Netflix at the moment. Although the show is fictional and brilliantly written, this Hunger Games concept is not new. We come in contact again and again with the idea of people who are disadvantaged given an opportunity to better their lives through inhumane means, including risking their own lives or actively sacrificing the life of another, and being spectators on the edge of our seats who can’t seem to look away. It is no different than a Roman gladiator match in a grand colosseum, which in modern day would be a MMA fight at the MGM hotel. We blame it on the rich who are ridiculed for creating these events, but at the end of the day it is the people, rich,poor, and everyone in between, who continue to still go along with it and to some extent desire it. Which makes me question, what does that say about humanity, and do I actually have faith in us? Although Gi-hun went through hell and back, he still remained pure of heart and used his wealth to enhance his life and those around him; proving that wealthy people can still be benevolent and desire righteous good. Similar to Gi-hun, the optimist in me wants to believe that there are still people in this world with good hearts, but I guess we just have to wait until the time comes to see.

Ultimately the show was phenomenal, and definitely sparked a desire inside of me to watch more Korean dramas. I don’t think the show will have a second season. Simply because I think the story line would be better cut off there, thus leaving the audience always wanting more. However if season 2 ever comes out, I’m ready for Gi-hun to take a Liam Neeson approach to ending the Squid Game and hopefully with a beard. Thank you for reading my article. I know it was incredibly lengthy. I have just finished the season after a 2 day binge watch, and have a lot of emotions and thoughts ruminating in my brain. Let me know what you think of the show and what you think of the article. Did anyone else notice the paintings of the games on the walls of the dormitory?

God bless.

[officialgritty]

NHL FANTASY CUP ROUND 2

Here is the compilation post for all of the round 2 results, I hope you enjoyed and the next round will be posted ASAP! (and I actually mean ASAP this time)

If you want to join in, it’s not too late! Here’s the link to sign up for the taglist! If I am unable to tag you or you haven't been getting these, please do send me a message with your new user. 

I’ve tried to keep my favourite responses short, purely because this post would be way too long. I appreciate all the reasoning given though!!!

Boston Bruins VS Vegas Golden Knights

(4 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Bruins received 9 and the Golden Knights received 8.

Winner: Boston Bruins

My opinion: THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YALL HAVE MANAGED TO GIVE THE LOSER A HIGHER SCORE SO I HAD TO CHANGE IT TO MATCH THE VOTES

My favourite responses:

“Chris Evans breaks swords with his biddies.”

“After time travelling thru the middle ages they finally get Knighted which gives them the ego boost needed to best the bruins.”

“I'd say that Ransom!Knives Out might have some hockey knowledge since he's a privileged white boy from New England.”

Los Angeles Kings VS New York Rangers

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Kings received 4 and the Rangers received 13.

Winner: New York Rangers

My opinion: I don’t have one besides fuck the Burger King jersey.

My favourite responses:

“BURGER KING JERSEY!”

“Prince William is a lizard.”

“William’s receding hairline recedes so far that the flash of the paparazzi cameras shining off his nearly bald head is so blinding that anyone on the ice near him is stunned (attack points: 10)”

“HOW DID THIS MANAGE TO STILL BE RACISTS VS. RACISTS?!”

Ottawa Senators VS Carolina Hurricanes

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Senators received 6 and the Hurricanes received 11.

Winner: Carolina Hurricanes

My opinion: Oddly enough I don't have one.

My favourite responses:

“Alarms are scary but less scary than white men in suits yelling at you. Talk about no thanks.”

“Personalized hurricanes just about sum up the last year.”

Buffalo Sabres VS Montreal Canadiens

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Sabres received 6 and the Canadiens received 11.

Winner: Montreal Canadiens

My opinion: The Sabres can't catch a break even in fantasy land huh? I also don’t know what the French says, I gave up on learning it lmao

My favourite responses:

“I just really fucking love hummus.”

“Baise les épées. ils ne sont pas à la hauteur de ces baiseurs Français.” 

“It's doubtful the Sabres will ever win another game again.”

Calgary Flames VS San Jose Sharks

(3 - 2)

Out of 17 votes the Flames received 11 and the Sharks received 6.

Winner: Calgary Flames

My opinion:

My favourite responses:

“The Flames will take inspiration from Sidney Crocsby.”

“Matthew Tkachuk somehow falls in the water and Coach Sutter rescues him by executing a perfect pike dive and punching the approaching hammerhead in the nose.”

“They’ve been working with Sharkboy from Sharkboy and Lavagirl.”

“Like Gary Bettman always says, ‘The flamethrowers have always been our enemy.’”

“They corral some of the local cows and try to ride them in the water. One of the refs quits during the second period and a mic catches him saying he isn't paid enough for this.” ... “Eventually the sharks (animals) start eating the cows and everyone calls it a day.”

Colorado Avalanche VS Vancouver Canucks

(4 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Avalanche received 11 and the Canucks received 6.

Winner: Colorado Avalanche

My opinion: I swear I’m not making up these numbers, you guys have been divided the exact same amount!!! I’m losing it at the Colorado Assalanche omfg

My favourite responses:

“They’d all be too busy monologuing about MacKinnon’s ass to actually play.”

“Jake Virtanen looks with interest onto the twerking action.”

“The shake of the ass vibrates the ice hard enough that the puck slides into the opposing net and the Colorado Assalanche booty becomes the most powerful.”

“Following the game, several Canucks join a local theater group in the off season, with at least one abandoning pro hockey altogether in lieu of following his new dream of winning a Tony.”

Arizona Coyotes VS Philadelphia Flyers

(2 - 5)

Out of 17 votes the Coyotes received 3 and the Flyers received 14.

Winner: Philadelphia Flyers

My opinion: To the person who apologised to me after dissing the Flyers for their ‘embarrassing loss to the Rangers’, don't apologise. I have become void of emotion towards my team. 

My favourite responses:

“This literally just turned into an ep of Looney Tunes somehow but we always gotta take Gritty over Wile E Coyote.”

“G R I T T Y and they would all look SO GOOD in cheerleader costumes.”

"Gritty can do what he wants, everyone knows that.”

Nashville Predators VS Florida Panthers

(2 - 3)

Out of 17 votes the Predators received 6 and the Panthers received 11.

Winner: Florida Panthers

My opinion: I wanted the Preds to win but your opinions are valid. Doesn't mean i’m not upset tho :(

My favourite responses: 

“Juuse Saros made 41 saves against the Panthers tonight and he WOULD FUCKING DO IT AGAIN”

“Florida men don’t fear pregnant women.”

“Fear the Floridian man.”

“One of the Preds goes into labor during intermission which sets off two others throughout the second period like in a bad medical drama.”

The updated bracket:

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[waterisntreal]

A comprehensive ranking of Love, Victor characters from worst to best

inspired by @actualdpshuri‘s post

31. Victor’s Grandpa

-Homophobic™

-Sexist

-probably racist

-is to much of a coward to yell at gay people himself and tries to get his grandson to do it for him

30. Victor’s Grandma

-Mother-in-law™

-judgy af

-Boomer

29. Georgina (Lake’s Mom)

-fake bitch

-terrible mother

-like really just an awful mom

-puts way too much pressure on her daughter

28. Harold (Mia’s Dad)

-leaves his probably 16 year old daughter home alone 90% of the time

-does this despite said daughter clearly having abandoment issues

-pressured his ex-wife to get married and have a kid

-didn’t tell his daughter that he was engaged and was having a kid

27. Armando (Victor’s Dad)

-homophobic

-claims to have forgiven his wife for cheating on him but clearly hasn’t

-but he does know that sometimes bitches deserve to get slapped

26. Isabel (Victor’s Mom)

-cheated

-forces her son to be a parent eventhough he is fucking 16

-seems fake

25. Derek

-Asshole™

-very bad boyfriend

-makes fun of his boyfriend for being romantic

-probably voted for Trump

24. Guy who bought the last tres leches cake

-called his wife’s sister shrill

-tried to defend his point

-but he did try to get his wife an apology cake

-and got robbed (kind of)

23. Sara

-bitchy

-Victor and Benji don’t like her 

22. Coach Ford

-probably not a good coach 

-isn’t in the groupchat

-isn’t nice to his players

-tries to make his players pay an unreasonable amount of money

21. Felix’s mom

-Depressed (which is a mood)

-tries to make her son happy even if it is not in the best ways

-hoarder

20. Ms. Albright

-mean to students

-talks about Simon to random students

-doesn’t seem like she is good at her job

19. Jenny

-over shares a lot

-just wanted the olive garden gift card

18. Ms. Thomas

-sad dating life (mood)

-uses her students to make herself feel less lonely

-mildly funny

17. Ivy

-cool

-bad at keeping secrets

16. Teddy

-can’t spell (mood™)

-jock

-kind of a bully

15. Kieran

-likes bossy women (mood)

-goes to therapy

-way too tall

-likes fantasy football

14. Veronica

-seems chill

-is nice to mia eventhough mia isn’t nice to her

-is engaged to harold

-was ok with harold not telling mia about the engagment and the baby

13. Wendy

-is not a great actor

-very dramatic

-is confident enough to ask a guy she isn’t friends with on a date

-is chill when her date ditches her

-is ditched by her date

12. Lake

-I know y’all hate her but I like her so deal with it

-character development

-very pretty

-self-esteem issues (mood)

-bitchy

11. Andrew

-Growth™

-kind of an asshole

-bully is soft on the inside trope

-also I really like the suit that he wore to the spring fling and I want it

10. Benji

-Romantic™

-very cute

-kissed a guy with a girlfriend

-doesn’t have much of a personality

9. Justin

-feminine

-lewks

-ex-mormon

-obligatory sterotypical gay guy is there to teach nonsterotypical gay protagonist about the queer community (I’m looking at you Skam)

8. Victor

-very sweet

-he is my child

- jock

-forced to be a parent as a 16 year old

-did cheat on his girlfriend

7. Pilar

-Gorgeous™

-strong female character

-would punch a cop

6. Mia

-I love her and would marry her

-deserved better

-abandonment issues (mood)

-sad rich girl trope

5. Kim

-the only canon nonbinary rep in this show

-literally their on characteristic is being nonbinary

4. Felix

-drinks anti-toxic masculinity juice

-great for projecting on

-Good Friend™

-of course the straight white best friend is written as a nicer person than the poc gay main character

3. Simon

-Adoptive Parent™

-suprisingly good at giving advice

-still wears the iconic jean jacket

-got better friends

2. Adrian

-has never done anything wrong in his life

-Adorable™

-but he doesn’t like baby shark

1. Bram

-was my favorite in Love, Simon and still is my favorite

-somehow both soft and strong at the same time

-Keiynan Lonsdale is iconic

[aliypop]

And So It Starts Chap 4

Word count : 3,133

Warning : EPISODE 5 SPOILERS 

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy it! this was really fun and it took one and half days to write so please tell me how you liked it. 

"Did I eat a spoiled grape? Is that what this is..." she got up.

"You'd wish you had..."  the regaled woman said, a cape draping over her body as her hair was grey, a black strand braided into it.  "Where am I ..." she asked, looking down as she was in her TVA attire. "The void ... pretty sick, huh..."  the punk rock Astrid said, wearing what looked like Sylvie's crown on her head. "Oh great, another devil's anus..." she got off the ground, shaking her head, watching as a young girl popped up from behind. Her curls springy with her hand on her hips, "That is Alioth..." she smirked, "Anyone would know that..." she sassed, "Come along you, the others are waiting ..." she smiled, walking away as the other Astrids kept walking up a garden trash heap. 

"Tell me who's really behind the TVA..." Astrid 2.0. asked as Ravonna shrugged, "I'm in the dark as you are ." she looked at Miss Minute, who looked worried, "Poor judge Renslayer. Your whole realities  destroyed."   Sylvie laughed, "Tell me, how does it feel to be on the other side of it..."  she growled as Astrid 2.0. pulled out his crossbow, 

"Hey hey... What if I told you Loki and Astrid were alive!" she said with her arms open wide to the two variants. We'd say you're lying..." he pointed his weapon in her face. Much like a Vanir warrior would do. "Or maybe we want the same thing..." Ravonna smiled, 

"Maybe I want to know who's on top of it, just like the two of you..." she began to move forward, "Maybe I want to know who lied to me..." she sighed, "We could finger it out as a team..." 

"Norns, do I not like that word..." Astrid 2.0. growled. Back on the void stood the Astrids, who were watching the dragon-like sky destroy everything, "Usually I'd ask what's going on but...I'm going to trust you me myselves" she questioned, "That we have a plan?"

"Ah yes... don't die." Kid Astrid smiled, "That's the plan." 

"Don't die !? that's a-"

"General demand of living!" Regal Astrid smiled, "Nice to know there's a Loki in your life." she smirked. Astrid sighed, sitting down,

 "Look, it's been a long few months... weeks... years, and I'm tired of hunting variants using my curses as a puppet to the TVA. I  want to know who you are, where I am, and why's this happening to me!" she screamed as she punched the ground, a ripple of blue coming from the cracks. Silence fell around them as a voice spoke.

"Well, this is where the TVA leaves everything they've ever pruned and the shit they don't want..." Punk rock Astrid mumbled, "And now that damned thing Alioth is going to kill us thanks to that..." she pointed to her hands. 

"Well, I don't give a damn!" she huffed, "Nope, no damns, none!" she flipped off Alioth.

"You give so many they're visible from outer space." Kid Astrid smirked, "how would you know you, little runt..."

"I'm you." she laughed, "And After all, Astrids always find a way through the chaos..." 

"You all wear mothers crown, except you." she pointed to the punk rock one, "But you, the Vanir child makes the most sense." 

"Death matures you..." she turned around, "In case you wanted to know, I poisoned my mother... And I got rid of Isabella... and Then Father drank the same cup." she looked away. Her dark blue gown blowing in the wind, "I'd advise you not to make her angry." Regal Astrid sighed as she made a tissue appear, dabbing at the tears. "She's sensitive like the rest of us..." she whispered as they walked into an abandoned factory, "You're a TVA variant... " Punk Astrid asked, "Sort of, except they promised I'd be sent back to Loki." she smiled,

"How'd that work..." Kid Astrid sat next to Regal Astrid on her throne, "We haven't seen a Loki get pruned yet..."  Punk Astrid said laughing; 

 "Don't think he or she's coming back priss..."   she mumbled, touching the broken horn on her helmet. 

"So why do you want to return to the TVA so bad..." Classic Loki asked, handing him a wine cooler, "Is your glorious purpose there." 

"You could say that..." he sighed, holding the red and gold amulet in hand. 

"What happened to take down the TVA..." Ravonna said as her back pressed against her podium, "Tell you two wha, I'll put you both in a time loop something memorable  ... any good memories you want to live out?"  she asked the two as Astrid 2.0. shot at a few minute men, "Just one..." Sylvie threw the pruning staff to Astrid, "You wouldn't..."

"I would... Sylvie catch!" he threw back to her as he began to disappear. 

"So, we're supposed to die right... after Thanos kills us after Ragnarok. "

"Thanos? in my timeline, everything proceeds correctly, my entire life until Thanos attacked our ship."

"So you didn't use daggers..." he asked, a bit embarrassed. 

"Blades are worthless to a Loki's sorcery. They stunt our magical potential." Classic Loki smiled as Loki looked stunned, "But they look awesome..." Boastful Loki smirked, "When the clatter to the ground just before Thanos snaps your neck." he smirked, "You see. After I faked my death, I drifted into space. Away from Thor, away from everything. " he laughed, "Even her too, see I thought about my part. So I removed myself and stayed on an isolated planet." he shrugged, 

"How'd the TVA find you..."

"I got lonely, tell you the truth...  I missed my brother, my wife, and I wondered if they missed me. But as soon as I took my first steps off, the TVA came." he sighed, "We're the God of Outcast." he smiled.

"Have any of you ever met a Male variant of us..." Astrid asked as they looked at her, "Wait, we can change gender..." Kid Astrid asked, "I could've been king! I could've had a!" 

"Yes, but not the point," she cut her younger self off, "You see, he's like us sensitive, but he holds all of chaos he doesn't hesitate to hunt... " she laughed,

 "If we find him, we can kick Alioth's ass." 

"I'm going to kill the shark. I'm going to kill Alioth! and I could use all the help I can get!"

Laughter struck them both from their other selves, Astrid growled, "This wouldn't have happened if Loki were around..."

Taking out the amulet, Loki sighed, walking up towards the opening of the bunker,=. As the other Loki's gathered around the item as a voice called from up top the bonker, "I believe that's mine..." a woman dressed as a first lady said, wearing a vote for Loki pen on her blazer.

 "Ah, hello, which one of us are you..." Another Loki asked, peering down as his Astrid clung to him, 

"This is a nightmare..." both Astrid and Loki said, looking at a gang of their Variants, 

There, standing in front of Astrid, was a Hydra variant pointing her crossbow in her face, "If you know what's good for you, you'll let us through." she smirked. As Astrid variants, even one that was a Pomeranian made their way into the hideout, "Not going to question it..." she sighed. Meanwhile, as the void grew wider, Alioth grew hungrier, "Ouch!" Astrid 2.0. exclaimed, "What on Odin's beard caused you to kick me..." he asked, looking up a Sylvie,

 "Come on before we die..." she smiled at him, "You insufferable dolt." her cheeks turning red, "I would say that's cold, but you are a frost giant." he leaned in to kiss her cheek as smoke flowed into the school bus, "I hate you so much!" she grabbed him by the arm pulling him out just in time, 

Purple orbs of magic coming from his hands, using it against Alioth. "I can't enchant it, but I know that you can..." he stopped as a vision flashed. "A car is coming..." he mumbled under his breath, "What..." driving by was a Pizza Planet car as it stopped right in front of the two, "Get in variants, we're going hunting."

"You!"

"Could you shut the door? We still got a little bit of a situation here. By the way, you should be careful just jumping in strangers' cars like that..." Mobius said, a bit concerned. In the void bunker, Loki backed away, watching as the other Loki's looked at him. 

 "You bastard! You led the wolves to our door."

"We prefer snakes..." President Loki and Astrid said a malicious grin on their faces. 

"I've eaten both, and they die the same." Kid Loki sighed, sitting on his throne. 

"Now, which one of you will betray your queen..." Hydra Astrid asked her slicked-back ponytail flapping along like her mouth, "Oh come on, I'm the best one to go with, besides I killed Loki." she grinned.

"Apologies, my liege, but I betrayed you, and now I'm king..." Boastful Loki sighed a dagger to kid Loki's throat,

"About that..." President Loki said weapons, drawn at him, even Astrids sword. 

"You can't be serious..."

"What'd you expect." He laughed his hands out towards them. "Why you beef-witted, half-faced scrubs, we had a deal!" he then looked at his Astrid, "Don't tell me you were on this too..."

"Only here for my amulet, sweetheart... He's yours, boys," she shrugged, walking away. President Loki gulped as he then looked down, 

"Why the hell is there an alligator in here..." 

"He's a Loki!" the others said in unison as Lokigaitor bit his hand off the president, letting loose a banshee scream.  

"Damn it, Animals... we lie, and we cheat, and we cutthroats of every person who trusts us and for what glorious power...  broken every version of us..."

"And when we try to fix that one defiant part of ourselves, they kill us..." Kid Astrid said as she led the way out of the factory hideout, placing an illusion spell on the other Astrids. 

"That's why I gotta get out of here."

"And you trust her..." Classic Loki asked,

"Without Astrid, she's the only one I trust," he sighed, "It's our only chance to fight the TVA." 

"When I pruned myself, I thought it would lead me back to Loki..." Sylvie sighed,  "Or maybe even Astrid." 

"It's likely that storm things ate them..." Astrid 2.0. said, "And I was just starting to like prissy me..." he laughed as Mobius drove, "Do you two believe that like... " he asked as they nodded, "Wow..." 

"It doesn't matter. We'll get out of here alive and find out who's behind it."

"Just because It's complicated doesn't mean it's not going to work..." Loki smirked, "Something someone close to us all hopefully taught us..." 

"It also doesn't mean it's good..." kid Loki sighed, as Lokigator grumbled, "He's on board." 

"No, he's praying he thinks we're going to die... "

"Are those..." 

"Loki's" 

"Hey, you! You mere worm!" Kid Astrid shouted as Kid Loki turned around, as he bit his thumb at her, Kid Astrid running towards him as she hugged him tightly, Classic Loki smiling, "More of them do exist..." his eyes focusing out towards the hill as another Astrid appeared,

 She was younger, just like he remembered her to be, brown skin with the glow of Vanaheims sun, but she wasn't his Astrid, at least not from the timeline he was a part of him. "Loki, you're okay. Thank the Norns, Thank Frigga and Freya." her hands on both his cheeks, something scaley had wrapped around her ankle as she looked at the animal, 

"Do I want to know..." 

"I'm afraid not, my love." he kissed her nose. 

"Can we get this bittersweet reunion done? We have arse to ki-" Regal Astrid stopped in her tracks as she saw Classic Loki, 

"You were Alive!" she growled, "I could! I could!" he kissed her, 

"Uh, not to interrupt, but is that bad..." Punk rock Astrid asked, pointing towards a car coming their way, 

"Well, that usually means marauders or cannibals or pirates or cannibalistic pirates..." Kid Loki smirked,

"Your childish dark humor never seemed to disappoint me." Astrid laughed, "Darling, he's serious..."

"Well, dritt..." she mumbled under her breath. The group waited to see what would happen, both Sylvie and Astrid 2.0. walked out as Loki ran towards them both.

 "Is he a coward or brave..." Classic Loki asked,

"He's a Loki." Regal Astrid smiled.

"We thought you could use some backup..."  Sylvie smiled as she looked past him, seeing all the other Loki's

"These are my friends. We'll they're us as a child, us as an alligator, I wouldn't ask about that one and us.."  Red highlights peered behind Loki as Sylvie nearly teared up, her crown on the other woman's head as she waved at her, 

"Astra, you're alive!" Sylvie spun her around, "I thought you died..."  she kissed the punk rocker as Astrid 2.0. looked away, " Apparently, switching out your sister's life for yours is a misdemeanor at the TVA." she laughed, 

"Jesus Christ, it's like you throw a rock out here, and you hit a Loki..." Mobius watched

"Or an Astrid." Astrid 2.0. listened to the plan, which was to kill Alioth, which meant there was no other plan, "So you're going to paper cut him to  death." Sylvie laughed, 

"Astrid, please say you have a better idea..."

"Honestly, this is all beneath me realistically, and I don't think I can fight that thing and live!" she sighed, "I'm a Vanir which means..."

"You can do it, darling..." Loki kissed her hands, "I've seen you hold a building with your powers..." he smiled, "You taught me spells not even my mother knew..." Loki smiled, "So do us all a favor..." Mobius stepped in, "What's that..." she asked. 

"Don't hide your magic." Regal Astrid patted her on the back. "That means you too, Loki..." she smiled. Sitting in the abandoned factory of the Astrids was Mobius and Loki's who told stories and asked about Lokigator,

 "You don't remember him..." 

"The TVA took a lot of Loki's but an alligator no..." Mobius stared at him. "Who's to say it's even a Loki!"

"But he's green..."

"I mean, yeah... but he could have tricked you into thinking he's a Loki, but then again... a Loki would do that... Because you guys like games which I respect, how do you Astrids put up with it." he chuckled as Regal Astrid laughed,

 " Laughter and outwitting the game keeps you happily married." she laughed, "Sounds like you want to turn everything you know away..." 

"People can change." He winked.

"Mobius isn't so bad..." Sylvie said to Astra. As Astrid 2.0. cuddled in close with her, "He isn't all that great either... he blabs about Jet skis." he smiled, conjuring up a blanket to use,  the wind by the void making himself chilly. "Think you two could conjure me up some new clothes..." she asked, watching as Loki wrapped his arm around his Astrid.  "He does care about you..." Astrid smiled, the wind blowing her hair back, a dark green blanket wrapped around him, as she placed her hand on his right arm, noticing that for once he didn't hesitate to move it, 

"I could make you one..."  he tensed up,

"Sweetheart, you're a Jotun... you don't get cold..." she sighed happily, snuggling into the blanket with him, her head resting on his shoulder." Maybe I just wanted you closer..." he smiled, "And for the record, I do get a little chilly..." he winked making the blanket longer, 

"Loki did this come off of Thor's bed..." 

"What! No, It's green, which means that it came from, hang on how do you know what's on -"

"I was arranged to him since we were five, remember." she laughed.

 "How do I know that you won't betray me..."  Astrid asked him as she faced him, "How do I know that in the final moments, you won't betray Sylvie or Astrid 2.0." Sylvie listened as she looked their way. 

"Look, Astrid, I know I've betrayed you, Thor, my father, my people... Sif... I know what I did. I know why but I don't plan to do that anymore. If you can trust me with your heart, you can trust I won't let you down." he kissed her forehead. 

"You sure because if we make it and the TVA  is gone, there might be a timeline where we can rule." Sylvie butted in. 

"Then I might be happy." he ruffled her blonde locks, much like how Thor used to, "What about you, what are you going to do, Astrid 2.0," Sylvie asked, 

"Well, I don't know, I figured... You and Astra were happy so..." 

"Maybe we could figure it out together..." Sylvie suggested placing a kiss on his lips; both Loki and Astrid watched as the two stood up, hearing Mobius walk behind them, 

"Hey, I'm offering a ticket out. If anyone wants to come?"

"We're going to stay."

"Are sure what Alioth..." 

"We survived this long. We know what we're doing." Regal Astrid smirked, "Good luck we hope you find what you're looking for ..."

"What will you do at the TVA..." Loki asked,

"Burn it to the ground. Thanks for the spark. Well, see you later, Loki," Mobius smiled as Loki hugged him tightly, "Thank you, my friend. " 

"You're my favorite..." he said to Sylvie as he smiled, letting go of the warm embrace, "Oh, and Astrid." he turned from the portal, 

"Yes... Mr. Mobius?"

"You'll make a mighty great queen someday." he shot finger guns at her as she did them back, "Thank you..."  she smiled. Kid Loki smiled, giving Loki a flaming sword, as Kid Astrid gave Astrid her amulet back, 

"Remember, no hiding your magic!" they said, walking away hand in hand.

Astrid nodded, the four walking towards Alioth conjuring up new outfits and armor, "We're going to enchant it!" Sylvie shouted as Astrid nodded, "We've got you." she smiled as both she and Astrid 2.0. used their powers, "He's going to swing to the left..."  Astrid closed her eyes, moving its cloud to the right, "Loki..." she said, "If you can hear me... please use the sword." she said through telepathy, "I can't lose you again..." the two Astrid and Loki variants tried to fight off Alioth as Classic Loki, and Regal Loki made a diversion with their powers,

 "Glorious purpose !" he shouted, 

Astrid pressed the red jewel of her amulet as her eyes turned purple, orbs of green in her vision, watching as Alioth faded away. 

"We did it..."  Astrid 2.0. ran to Sylvie

"We... did it you did it that was amazing!" Loki kissed his Astrid, "Where has that magic been!" 

"Hidden." 

[megfloresprotectionsquad]

In just dropping in for some theories for the wilds because I love reading yours!

i think i’ve shared a majority of them omg let’s see what i can pull from my sleeve:

obviously i don’t think shelby has any form of personality disorder, she’s a product of her environment and has learned to be extremely manipulative and hide her true thoughts behind a mask.

if the show really does go on for four seasons, i think the girls will try to build a boat at some point and it will go horribly wrong, even possibly leading to one of the girls getting lost at sea (ie: my marty drifts off to the boys island theory).

i recently came up with this one, but if they extract shelby early on for whatever reason, i think they’ll pretend her dad hired some private investigators or something and they’ll fly in and pick her up. the catch will be only one seat is reserved for shelby, the girls persuade her to go and come back later for them, but shelby is taken to the bunker instead. the girls think she abandoned them on the island and that’s why we never hear toni talk about shelby in the interview. she’s probably the most hurt by shelby’s apparent betrayal. 

i love the idea of there being a second round going for the boys group (cause, obviously, in science we have multiple tests!) and that martha somehow gets to this island, realizes what’s happening, and stays out of the cameras view as best she can, maybe she hides in a cave or something idk, but she finds way to communicate with the boys. we then see a lil love story between marty and one of the guys on the island. 

I think martha in some way is gonna be a bridge between the girls and the boys if we ever get full on characters of them, besides Alex lmao.

if they extract nora instead of leah in season two, i think nora might either explicitly or allude more about what’s happening on the island and ask for forgiveness since she wouldn’t want to leave rachel on the island without her, but she has to.

if nora dies in the shark attack, there’s no more confederate which is dangerous to gretchen’s plans, so i’m assuming the experiment would be forcibly stopped if nora really dies. so yeah, she probably won’t die from saving rachel.

if you want a really dark theory, they might not extract anyone in season two, but instead make the girls think leah is breaking down forreal. she may attack nora physically and the girls banish her from their campsite in a vote for being violent and unpredictable. make her fend for herself. we might then have a few episodes or half a season of watching leah spiral, certain girls sneaking to give her food, water, or to chat to see how she is, and build tension between the girls. i think we would maybe see leah unravel more secrets by herself, maybe share them with shelby who doesn’t quite believe, but is certainly listening. 

from there you could honestly go anywhere with theories if you want to talk about the girls banishing leah, i think it would be an interesting plot line.

[chiauve]

Aquarius 28

Wesker watched with disinterest as some sharks circled above the forum. They would soon realize any food here would be too risky to get and move on. It was a tempting idea to abandon the gathering and go kill one; sharkskin made for strong garments. His current sharkskin cote had lasted him ages but was starting to get worn. He fingered a torn edge within reach as he draped over a rock protrusion, one of many that made up the seats of the grand forum. His tail wound about its base with a soft ring as the gold bands on his tail dragged across the rock.

The grand forum looked as though a great giant had scooped part of the earthen shelf away long ago in the ancient days, creating a half-bowl open to the shimmering twilight above. Down in the center rose a dais, as ancient as the People’s memory, and the rough walls of the bowl left many ledges and gaps to which those worthy of a voice among the People could sit and discuss their world, ways, and future. Centuries of winding scales and spines and the strike f metal rings on stone in votes had carved and smoothed those ledges into the protruding seats that circled the dais in rows. Many closer to the ridge at the top were abandoned and once more become as rough stone; a ledge under which many small creatures could hide and nothing more.

A glowing form entered Wesker’s vision and settled on the empty seat beside him.

“Get enough rest?” Willful asked, coiling his tail around his seat and stretching himself out. His netted cote was underneath a heavy one of sealskin that needed replacing more than Wesker’s own. It was unseemly for one of Willful’s rank.

“Better than usual, at least,” Wesker muttered.

“You didn’t come to see me first this morning, you should have.”

“Why? Anything I need to know?”

“Not yet, but...”

“Then I’m not swimming all the way up to your lab just to hurry back here. A gathering is of more importance.” No matter how much both of them loathed it.

Willful ‘hmphed’ in annoyance, a sharp tang of metal on rock as his ringed tail lashed, but then said, “My daughter give you any trouble yesterday?”

Wesker arched a brow, a bad human habit. “No more than usual. The pups are waiting for me back in my lair; later I will take them squid hunting. I’m honestly surprised you are aware the pups were assigned to me.”

“Everyone else has taken their turn and there were complaints you weren’t doing your share.”

Wesker’s spines rose. “I am in the midst of a mission that could save us and everyone is still so wrapped up in their own...”

Willful raised a hand in his direction for silence as Wielder and several other high ranking anaakellriit entered the forum and swam down to the dais at the bottom. But not Ruler, never Ruler.

A useless committee remained so if their head never had to hear them. Long ago the power of leadership was here, made of many voices of those proven worthy, but now Wesker suspected the gatherings only continued so tradition could be satisfied and that Wielder and others close to Ruler could pass on what those of influence among the clan were saying.

And those voices were content to pretend their voices mattered even as they echoed empty against the rocks.

Perhaps he should feel resentment towards Ruler for that. For denying that which bestowed power unto the members of the clan and rendering them essentially silent. Yet the previous leaderships were what had landed them here in the first place. Power scattered made little difference and for too long they mired in their own inefficiency, but power focused and used...

Wesker had no fondness for Ruler, but even as their leader stripped the power from the clan he focused it and now they had a plan, a chance. And yet Ruler was old, and his project always left a bad taste in Wesker’s mouth, and his ignorance of the surface and the necessity for caution...

Wesker imagined that power Ruler held, the power of one over many, and wondered what he could do with it. He was certainly more deserving of it.

Bright was pureblood, of the bloodline of the ancients that could change. The Stairway of the Sun responded to him alone. He sired offspring. Not Ruler. Not Wielder. Only Bright alone carried two true names.

If only he could meet Ruler face to face. He would rip his face off, eat his heart, and then claim his right over the clan.

“Bright, you’re singing,” Willful chided.

The enticing dream cut short and Wesker ceased the low droning of pleasure from his throat and the slow swish of his tail. He rewound it about his seat and sighed, his gills fluttering.

“There’s no point to this,” Wesker murmured.He could strike the rings on his tail against stone in vote as many times as he wanted and in the end it changed nothing.

“We’ve been saying that for years, even before we earned a voice. Still,” Willful uncoiled his tail and arched it over his head, admiring the metal rings clasped around it, “these are quite fashionable.”

Down at the center of the bowl Wielder raised a large metal ring and slammed it on the dais, the sound echoing and the forum going silent in its wake.

Resettling himself, Wesker put his head down and dozed. His mind danced around ideas and plans, and finally landed on a dim room in a bar and the laughing humans within.

There was no power there, no purpose, but it was a strange, yet not unpleasant, place to visit.

[hiddendreamer67]

Dragged From The Depths (2)

Summary: The crew go out searching for mers, but is it really a case of finding mers or mers finding them? 

(Check my reblog for links to previous parts and the taglist!)

“This is my worst nightmare.” Remy scowled, looking displeased as he slumped over the side of the boat, wearing a sailor’s cap of all things. It was, naturally, the designated cap of shame aboard the S.S. Two-Faced.

“I told you that you shouldn’t be late.” Thomas shrugged, looking unsympathetic.

“It was one minute.” Remy argued. “What, like I was going to get on this atrocity without my morning Starbucks?”

“I did.” Thomas informed him.

“Your loss.” Remy raised his drink to his lips, sucking on the straw.

The sky seemed to share Remy’s mood. It was horribly overcast, casting everything in a dull grey and making it nearly impossible to make out anything in the water as far as the eye could see.

“Do you think it’s gonna rain again?” Thomas asked, turning to face the captain.

“I would if I were an imbecile.” Deceit answered, sunglasses on and not caring to look away from his position at the helm.

“That’s a no, babe.” Remy leaned over to mock whisper.

“Storm yesterday was too strong.” Deceit explained. “It won’t rain again until at least this afternoon because the clouds are too low on moisture.”

“Yeah, that sounds wrong but I don’t know enough about clouds to dispute it.” Thomas called over the roar of the engine.

“Keep your eyes peeled.” Deceit instructed, ignoring Thomas’ comment. “We’re nearing the spot we found the first one.” After his own statement, Deceit cut the engine, wanting to stop and look around.

“I call starboard.” Thomas said, heading to that side of the ship.

“I call...the other side.” Remy shrugged, staying put on his side of the boat.

“There’s something to the Northeast.” Deceit pointed. “I see a rippling in the waves.”

“Uh...looks like a pod of whales, maybe?” Thomas guessed, recognizing the familiar pattern of one of the large creature’s humps. Deceit looked disappointed, turning away. Thomas did as well. It was only Remy who continued to watch them, frowning as the shapes got closer.

“...those are some pretty big whales.” Remy raised an eyebrow. He was not a certified marine biologist by any stretch of the imagination, but something about the size of those things set warning bells off in his head.

“A whale shark, then?” Thomas suggested. Indeed, upon a second look, it was clear the creatures were massive. Thomas let out a low whistle. “Dang, you weren’t kidding.”

“Why are they all together, though?” Deceit frowned, the three of them congregating towards the front of the boat to try and get a closer look. “Whale sharks are solitary creatures.”

“Uh, I don’t think that one’s a whale shark.” Thomas pointed. “Are they ever red like that?”

“Red like what?” Deceit squinted, trying to make out what Thomas had seen, but the creature seemed to have ducked beneath the waves. Only the large blue crest of a whale shark’s tail was visible, and then that disappeared too.

“Am I the only one concerned that a bunch of sharks are coming right for us?” Remy took a few steps back from the railing, not liking the way he couldn’t see the rippling anymore. With all the clouds, it was impossible to tell where the sharks had gone once they dove underwater.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be concerned.” Thomas assured him. “Whale sharks are harmless.”

BAM!

All three of them let out a variety of their chosen curse words as the boat was violently knocked from below, throwing them off their feet.

“Then what the hell was that?” Remy exclaimed, stumbling back up.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The waters began to get positively frothy as waves splashed over the side of the boat, a side effect of the unknown force ramming repeatedly into the hull. It felt like two of the sharks were playing ping pong with the vessel as it was knocked from side to side, threatening to capsize as it tilted just a little too far.

“Brace yourselves!” Deceit warned, trying desperately to make it back up to the captain's quarters without being thrown off.

“What do you think I’m doing?!” Remy screeched, clinging to the mast for all he was worth. Even his drink had been abandoned, sliding off the edge a moment later. He was drenched from head to toe, resembling a drowned rat. Another wave came over the side, causing him to sputter madly as he accidentally inhaled some sea water. The only good part of all this was that somewhere in the first few waves that atrocious hat had gone missing.

“Curses upon curses, the motor won’t start!” Deceit yelled, pressing the button repeatedly and getting only a series of sputters.

The humans cringed, an unholy shrieking joining in the cacophony of noise surrounding them. An ominous shape began to emerge near the helm of the ship, and Deceit eyes widened as his gaze continued to travel up, up, up, farther than a whale should ever breech. For now it was clear to see this was no whale shark- or at least, not in the ordinary sense. Because towering over them was a massive, humanoid figure, akin to the one currently awaiting them back at the lab.

“Wait a second-” Remy’s mouth dropped in realization. “Ours is a baby?”

The giant let out another screech, tearing into the deck of the ship and leaving long claw marks in the wood. Deceit paled, looking up into a golden gaze so full of determination and raw power. When it snarled, its teeth were sharp like a true carnivores, looking ready to tear apart their flesh the second they got within range.

“Abandon ship!” Deceit commanded, feeling the ship begin to tilt as the creature continued to attack it.

“You want to go into the shark infested waters?” Remy scoffed, watching Deceit run down the stairs. “Are you insane?”

“Doesn’t look like we have much choice in the mater.” Deceit argued, grasping onto a nearby rail as the boat nearly went horizontal. “I vote I die on my terms.”

“I vote we don’t die!” Remy countered.

“For once in your life, do something useful instead of making snide comments behind your lattes!” Deceit ordered, bending down near the side of the haul where the lifeboat waited. “Help me untie this.”

Both of them felt a strange shift in gravity, the giant releasing his grip on the boat and sinking briefly into the waves. A moment later there was a loud whoosh, and the creature propelled itself up out of the water. Deceit stared in awe, gaping at the shark as it jumped right over the ship in all its gigantic glory. The tail end had one much longer, sharper fin, that seemed to reel back while it was in the air.

“Get down!” Deceit instructed. Not a moment later, the appendange came crashing onto the hull, sending the vessel up on a 90 degree angle. Remy found himself briefly dangling above the open waters, heart pounding as he glanced down to see a smaller shark fin eagerly circling below him.

“OhmygoshOhmygosh-” Remy cringed, strengthening his grip on the sopping wet wood. From the depths a massive blue shadow seemed to shift beneath the waves, and Remy let out another shriek as the boat was tipped back over.

With a burst of adrenaline Remy rushed over to Deceit’s side, frantically undoing the slippery knots. The lifeboat came undone, and the two began to get ready to lug it over the side. Deceit glanced into the waters, watching as the red shark circled around for a better vantage point. The captain braced himself for another attack, but it just kept circling and circling, never breeching again. In fact, it seemed to have stopped its assault on the vessel entirely.

“Wait, where’d the others go?” Deceit paused in his work, glancing deeper.

“Don’t say that like it’s a disappointment!” Remy hissed. “More sharks does not equal more fun. It equals more death. I should know, I completed calculus, hun.”

“...he’s leaving.” Deceit said in realization. He stood up, rushing over to the edge to confirm. In the distance the burgundy tail could be seen flipping up, sending one last passive aggressive splash in their direction. “That son of a gun is leaving.”

“Wait, really?” Remy pushed his sopping wet hair out of his face, giving a half crazed laugh of relief. “Oh my god, thank the heavens! I almost really thought I was a goner!” He stuck his middle finger up at the sky. “YOU’LL HAVE TO TRY HARDER TO GET ME, SUCKA! Aaaaaaugh oh I never, ever want to do that again. You are never dragging me on another expedition, you hear me old man? From now on, Thomas is your one and only guinea pig.”

Deceit glanced around the boat, a feeling of unease beginning to soak him to the bone more than the waves had done just moments ago. “...hold on, where is Thomas?”

Remy looked around, paling as he realized the exact same thing.

“...shit.”

[spoookymuulders]

you make my heart beat like the rain

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chapter six. take me home to the place i beong (i). in which derek morgan becomes a father

There are few things in life Derek Morgan enjoys as much as his first cup of coffee in the morning. He gets up at 5:45 every morning, does his workout or goes for a run, then comes home to shower and have his coffee. Usually by the time he’s done working out, Savannah is up and puttering around the kitchen, and she has his coffee ready and waiting for him in his favorite mug.

Savannah hates said mug. 

It’s not that it’s ugly, per se, it’s just.. Tacky. It’s got little starbursts on it, and a shark wearing sunglasses, and every time Derek picks it up and grins at her and recites Jaw ready for this? From the text around the shark, Savannah wants to take the mug and fling it out the window. Now, she thinks she might actually have a chance to do that. She hides the mug as soon as she’s up this morning, shoving it as far back as she possibly can in the cabinet and dropping back to the flats of her feet as she hears the front door open and Derek calls out his return.

She pokes her head out of the kitchen with a tender smile, blowing him a kiss. “Breakfast is just about ready.” She tells him, presenting her cheek when he stops and leans down to kiss it.

“Smells delicious, baby.” He says with a grin before he heads to the bathroom. Savannah watches him go and exhales quietly, scurrying around to finish breakfast as Derek starts his shower. It doesn’t take him long to clean up - it never does - and she’s pouring creamer into his coffee as he comes into the kitchen and flops at the table. She sets the new mug - this one reading good morning, handsome - in front of him and perches across from him, smiling sweetly when he squints at her.

“Where’s my mug?” He asks. Savannah shrugs nonchalantly.

“I couldn’t find it this morning. Didn’t you bring it to the store the other day?” She asks. Derek hums, sipping at his coffee.

“I thought I brought it home, but maybe it’s at the store.” He muses. Savannah hums lightly, putting her chin in her hand and watching Derek as he drinks his coffee - much too slowly, if you ask her, and if he notices her staring, he doesn’t say anything about it. In fact, he drinks slower. Savannah squints at him harder and he grins around his mug. 

“Oh, just drink your coffee.” She huffs, waving a hand at him. Derek chuckles and complies, sipping his coffee slowly as he flicks through the paper. Savannah watches him closely, chewing her lip nervously. As he finishes his coffee, she leans forward anxiously, watching him lower the mug.

With the mug halfway to the table, he freezes, staring at the bottom of it, his eyes widening slowly before he looks up at Savannah again.

“Seriously?” He asks quietly. Savannah bites her lip nervously and nods slowly. Derek sets the mug down and jumps around the table, sweeping Savannah into his arms and spinning her around twice before kissing her warmly. 

The mug, sitting abandoned on the table, reads You’re going to be a daddy.

****

A few days after the thunderstorm - after Callie wakes at the B&B and finds Jack in the living room and helps him make breakfast and Hotch panics momentarily because there are butterflies in his stomach and he did not give them permission to be there - is Callahan’s famous harvest fest. The whole town goes all out every year, and Callie loves it. Jack-O-Lanterns are set up throughout town with numbers posted beneath them or beside them for voting. The farmer’s market runs past two in the afternoon - usually open until five or six. Main Street is totally blocked off for the carnival, with games and rides and food galore, and there’s a dance floor set up in the middle of the town square. The whole thing lasts for a week and a half at least.

Callie hops onto her bike the morning that harvest fest starts and rides through town slowly, the cool October air bracing as it pushes against her cheeks. Music floats through speakers attached to street lights as she heads for the farmer’s market, hopping off her bike and locking it up when she arrives. She stretches as she walks through, grinning when she spies a familiar head of dark hair.

“Boo!” She says as she bounces up behind Hotch and leans around him. He jumps and laughs as he turns to face her, and her heart stutters at his smile.

“Callie!” Jack crows, throwing his little arms around her waist. She laughs softly and settles her arms around his shoulders gently, rubbing his back before looking up at Hotch with a grin. Looking at the two of them beaming at him, Hotch feels his heart jump and his breath hitch and that hasn’t happened in a while.

“How are you, Callie?” He asks, shaking himself back into the present. She grins at him, crouching down when Jack tugs at her jacket and allowing him to climb onto her back before she straightens up again. Jack ignores the look his father gives him, wrapping his arms around Callie’s neck gently and nuzzling his cheek against hers.

“I’m pretty good! What are you two up to today?” She asks, bouncing Jack on her back gently.

“We’re gonna get some stuff and have lunch.” Jack says brightly. Callie nods, glancing at Hotch with a smile.

“Would you like to join us?” He asks before he can stop himself. Callie beams at him and nods again.

“I’d love to.” She says warmly. Jack wiggles and worms his way off her back, sticking himself between Callie and his father instantly and taking one of each of their hands. The three of them meander through the farmer’s market, Jack using the fact that he has two grown-ups holding onto him to leap into the air, shrieking with laughter when they swing him up and back to the grass.

“Where do you get lunch here usually?” Hotch asks, glancing over at Callie as they pause at a stall selling soaps and essential oils. Callie purchases a small bottle of lavender oil and tucks it into the canvas bag thrown over her shoulder, then looks up at Hotch with a smile.

“I usually go to the Greek stall.” She tells him. “They’re so good. But that Spanish one is really good, too - their empanadas are to die for.” Hotch hums thoughtfully, glancing down at Jack.

“What d’you think, buddy?” He asks. Jack wrinkles his nose as he thinks.

“I wanna try an empanada.” He says finally. Hotch nods and gestures for Callie to lead the way. They get their lunch and find a spot beneath a tree, all three digging into their food eagerly - it smells delicious, and it tastes even better. Jack is talking a mile a minute as they eat, Callie fully engrossed in whatever he’s telling her, but Hotch can’t take his eyes off of her. 

He admires the way her nose bunches up when she laughs, how her deep red hair falls over one shoulder in a lazy braid and catches the sunlight. Her sweater slips from her shoulder and he spies the edge of a tattoo on her upper arm, and he finds himself suddenly curious to know what it is - and if she has any more. He shakes himself back into the present as Jack tugs on his sleeve.

“Sorry buddy, what was that?” He asks. Jack huffs quietly.

“Can Callie come hang out?” He repeats, looking up at his father and batting his eyes. Hotch glances at Callie as she sips her water, shrugging lightly.

“If she wants to, of course she can.” Hotch says. Callie gives him a small smile and looks down as Jack turns to her.

“I’d love to. But I’m gonna have to stop at home first to drop off the cold stuff I got today.” She says. Jack grins broadly at her and hugs her tightly, and she smiles softly, resting her cheek to his hair lightly. They gather their things and toss their garbage into a can nearby, and Jack grabs onto each of his grown-ups’ hands again, beaming like the sun. They part ways at the bike rack, Callie crouching to unlock her bike and shoving the lock into her bag. She climbs on and kicks the pedals into place before turning her bike around and heading for the street.

“Hey, Hotchner!” She shouts as she stops in front of his car. Hotch turns around, brows raised slightly. “Harvest fest starts tonight.”

“Yeah?” He calls back, closing the door once he’s sure Jack is securely in his seat.

“You want a date?”

Hotch blinks twice, then smiles.

“Sure.”

****

“I’ve never been to a harvest festival.” Zoe admits, looking up at Spencer as they wander through town. He looks down at her, his eyes almost comically wide, and she laughs softly before she continues. “I mean - back home, right around Halloween, they had this thing they’d do where a bunch of people from town would carve pumpkins and they’d light them and people could walk through there, but that was about it.”

“You’re in for such a treat!” Spencer says, beaming down at her. “The harvest fest here in Callahan is amazing - best I’ve ever seen.”

“And you’ve seen a lot, have you?” Zoe asks with a giggle. Spencer nods seriously and Zoe raises a brow. “For real?”

“For real.” He tells her, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Harvest festivals and Halloween are two of my favorite things.” 

“What happens at the harvest festival?” She asks. Spencer hums, tipping his head up to the sky for a moment as he thinks, and Zoe admires the way the afternoon sunlight catches in the hazel of his eyes.

“A whole bunch of things.” Spencer says eagerly, turning his gaze back to her and beaming. “It runs from the eleventh through Halloween! There’s a carnival, all of the shops in town do something fun - Miller’s Books always has steamed cider and stuff like that for free during harvest fest - they set up a dance floor in the middle of town square. Oh, there’s a corn maze, too!”

“Oh, now corn mazes I can do.” Zoe says seriously. Spencer raises a brow and Zoe nods. “JJ and I grew up in rural Pennsylvania, the only thing we had to do for fun was find our way out of cornfields.” As Zoe launches into a story about getting lost in a cornfield overnight with JJ and another friend she calls Kate, Spencer watches her with a small smile. He never would’ve guessed when he first saw her at the flower shop that she’s so.. Animated.

She uses her hands when she talks, and she’s open and bright and silly and warm and she makes Spencer’s heart flutter. And he’s not entirely sure what to make of that, but he finds that doesn’t mind it. Nobody’s made his heart flutter like this since-

He shakes the name out of his head. He’s happy. In this moment, walking side-by-side with Zoe in the crisp fall air as they near the bookshop, he is happy, and he refuses to let anything bring his mood down. He doesn’t realize that Zoe has stopped talking until she tugs on his sleeve gently, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“You okay?” She asks softly. Spencer shakes himself a little, giving her a small smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He promises. Zoe hums like she doesn’t quite believe him, but he hops forward and opens the door to the bookshop before she can ask anymore questions. As Zoe slips in, her eyes widen while she looks around. Alex greets them with a smile as her old shop dog, Kevin, comes plodding out from behind the counter and snuffles around Zoe’s legs. She crouches down immediately, letting him sniff her hands for a moment before scratching under his chin.

Spencer isn’t sure how much time they spend in the shop, but he enjoys watching Zoe look around with wide, excited eyes. He loses track of her for a while, wandering around on his own and selecting a few volumes to add to his collection before he goes to look for her. He finds her curled up in an armchair beside a window, flipping through a book slowly, her eyes glued to the pages. He approaches and perches on the bench beside the chair, smiling gently when she looks up. 

“What’d you find?” He asks. Zoe holds up the book, grinning. 

“A signed first edition of The Haunting of Hill House.” She says eagerly. Spencer smiles, tipping his head.

“I haven’t read that one.” He muses. Zoe gasps softly, scooting closer to him and holding out the book so he can read the blurb on the back cover. “It sounds good!”

“It’s one of my favorites.” She tells him. “Did you know Shirley Jackson wrote six novels, two memoirs, and over 200 short stories throughout her career? She was born in California but went to school in New York, and she and her husband moved to Vermont in 1945.” Spencer blinks twice, then smiles - usually he’s the one infodumping, and his friends are telling him he’s talking too much, so it’s refreshing to hear someone else chatter on and on about something. Zoe is still talking and she blushes, snapping her mouth shut and muttering an apology.

“No, no, don’t stop!” Spencer says quickly, leaning forward. Zoe eyes him skeptically and he smiles. “Seriously, tell me more. I didn’t know any of this stuff.” 

When they leave the bookshop half an hour later, Spencer has learned more about Shirley Jackson than he ever thought he’d know, and he’s smiling bigger than he has in a long time.

****

Callie arrives at the B&B half an hour later to find Jack and Hotch sitting on the porch, fully engrossed in what looks to be a thrilling game of Go Fish. She leaves her bike at the bottom of the stairs, grinning at the boys with a smile as she comes up the stairs and perches beside Jack, who crawls into her lap instantly. 

“Who’s winning?” She asks, resting her chin on his little head as he settles. 

“Daddy.” Jack says with a huff. Hotch laughs softly and Callie grins, dipping her head to peer at Jack’s cards. 

“Not for much longer.” Callie tells him. Jack looks up and squints when Callie smiles. “You’ve got me on your team now, kiddo.”

“Oh, we’re playing on teams now, are we?” Hotch asks from across the pile of cards. Callie laughs brightly and Jack nods eagerly. “Well that’s not fair, I don’t have anyone on my team!”

“There’s only one of me, man.” Callie says, sticking her tongue out. Hotch laughs again and shakes his head fondly, peering over his own cards.

“Do you have any sixes?” He asks. Jack squints at his cards, then shakes his head. 

“Go fish.” 

They play a few more rounds of Go Fish, Jack cheering eagerly each time he wins and Hotch smiling indulgently before glancing at his watch.

“Harvest fest is about to start. Should we go?” He asks. Jack nods eagerly, wiggling out of Callie’s lap and sprinting inside to find a sweater. Callie watches him go with a small smile and scoots forward to help Hotch clean up the cards. “He really likes you.” Hotch says suddenly, and Callie glances up as she taps a few cards together, a small smile touching her lips.

“As a school official, I’m not supposed to have favorites. But he’s definitely my favorite.” She says conspiratorially. Hotch chuckles and nods, his heart swelling a little at the admission. “Seriously, Hotch, he’s a great kid.”

Hotch feels his cheeks flush, but Jack reappears before he can say anything, jumping up and down eagerly and asking repeatedly if they can go yet. They finish cleaning up the cards quickly and Hotch tosses them onto the bureau just inside the front door, then follows Callie and Jack down the steps and to the car. Jack chatters eagerly as they drive along, Callie engaging easily and happily with him and Hotch listening with a small smile.

And for the first time in a long time, he feels something like hope blossoming in his chest.

****

They go back to Zoe’s apartment, because it’s closer than the ranch and they have every intention of going to harvest fest after spending some time winding down from their afternoon. Zoe makes them each a cup of tea, and when she comes back into the room, Spencer is perched on the arm of the couch, his fingers running down the pages of her new copy of Hill House. 

“What’re you doing?” She asks. 

“Reading.” He says simply, not bothering to look up. Zoe raises her brows and sets the teacups down before reaching over and plucking the book out of his hands. “Hey!”

“This is another one you have to read slow, Spence.” She says, plopping into her usual spot at the end of the couch. Spencer raises a brow. “Otherwise you miss all the subtle stuff in it.”

“I don’t miss things in books.” He says, wrinkling his nose a little. Zoe wrinkles her nose back and hugs the book to her chest as Spencer slides from the arm to the seat. 

“But you don’t get the full experience if you read it too fast.” 

Spencer hums, considering this - he’s always enjoyed reading, but he did enjoy it more as a child when his mother would read out loud to him. “I guess that makes sense.” He muses. Zoe grins, and he can practically see a lightbulb appear above her head. 

“C’mere.” She says, gesturing for him to move closer. He does so, raising a brow as she flips the book to the first page and pats her lap. He watches her for a moment, then lays down, his head resting in her lap as she clears her throat. “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.” She recites, “Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut;’ silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

Her voice is soft as she reads, and soothing. Spencer watches her, watches the way her lips form the words, the way her eyes flit across the pages. He closes his eyes as her free hand begins to card through his hair slowly, and slowly her voice fades away as sleep overtakes him. She isn’t far behind him, dog-earing the page in the book and setting it aside before shifting to get more comfortable, careful not to jostle Spencer. He snuffles and shifts in his sleep and Zoe shushes him gently, brushing her fingers over his forehead slowly as he settles again.

They have every intention of going to opening night of harvest fest. They sleep soundly on Zoe’s couch instead.

[bmared]

Forgiveness.

To some, it's the literal definition.

To me, it meant letting someone have their way with whatever they want.

After a long, difficult battle, the shark themed villain, dubbed "Placoi" by the media, seemed to disappear into thin air.

"Damn it, she always seems to get away, doesnt she?" My young ward, Overcharge, asked.

I only nodded in agreement, but the smile on my face showed nothing but absolute joy. I could barely contain my excitement, and it took all my effort not to squeal with joy, like my mild mannered alter ego would. After months of battling, and racking up millions of dollars in damages, we were so close to stopping her.

Back in our lair, on a remote island, I'm taking off my super suit, when my phone gets a call.

"Miss Mabry," it's my assistant. "You have an appointment in twenty. Get here on time or I'm removing your coffee priviledges."

"Okay, Piper, I-" I was cut off.

"You have a caller ma'am. Someone named 'Alyssa Dukes'? D'you want me to patch her through?" Piper asked.

I rubbed my temples. Fifth time today I've had a random caller. It better not be a marketer.

The call goes through and I hear on the opposite end,"Hello? Is this Miss Mabry?" The voice is very familiar.

"Yes this is, how can I help you?" I answer with confusion.

The caller, Alyssa, replies,"We need to talk about your work ethic. You, almost catching me, again? Hahaha."

A chill goes down my spine. "How, in the hell, did you find out?"

"Tracker." She replies. "You use a tracker on all your shit to keep track of it. Last week, a prototype coffee machine went missing from one of your stores. Unfortunately, the chip wore out after an hour. Fortunately, I was able to mimic the signal with my own piece of crap hardware, and what do i find? Miss Alyx Mabry is "Shark Match"? I mean, c'mon. Give me a little credit."

"What happens now?" I ask.

"Now, nothing. But a week from now, you'll know. And, dont worry. I wont share your secret as long as your secretary deletes this audio as soon as you've finished tracking my signal. Come alone. I'll be there by myself."

The call ends, and I have a location.

"Ma'am?" Piper asks.

"I guess I'm losing coffee priviledge, huh?"

"Same cover?" She prompts.

"No, tell them I just didn't want to come."

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I get to the site the call led me to, and I find it's an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. One of mine.

I get inside, and theres a table set up for what looks like dinner. A woman sits at the table with her back to me. I pull out my capture gun and launch a volley at her. It wraps around, and I hear the click telling me its locked in place.

"Oh, tsk tsk tsk. I told you unarmed." I hear from her. "But I guess, seeing as how this isnt technically a 'firearm', it doesnt count."

I approach her, slowly.

"Dont be afraid, sweetheart. If I wanted to hurt you, I would've went after that brat of yours, 'Overcharge'. By the way, what kind of douche calls 'imself 'overcharge'?"

I round the table and sit in the open chair.

"So, why did you call?" I ask, eyeing the spaghetti.

"I didn't poison it, if that's what your wondering." She answers. "And, I called you here because I have a proposition for ya'."

"Not interested" I answer quickly.

"Oh, c'mon. You dont even know what it is."

"Dont need to." I take a bite. I dont care if its poisoned, it tastes delicious. Weird after taste, though.

"Actually, you might wanna. The sleeping pill is gonna take effect soon, what with your heightened metabolism and all."

"Damnit" I bang my head on the table.

"I'm kidding" she says.

She flexes, and the ropes break, and I flinch.

I look up at her, and shes standing next to the table, in a black suit that hugs her curves.

"All I'm asking for is your forgiveness, and I'll stop all my crimes." She says, seriously.

"You arent serious, are you? The public would never allow that! You'd be lucky with life in prison." I yell.

"But what the public doesn't know, wont hurt them." She prompts.

"Huh?"

"Hear me out," she asks," we continue this whole 'pissing contest' in public, I terrorize the citizens, bring what seems like calamity, and you 'stop me'." She says, using air quotes. "During our fights, I'll cause little to no structural damages, I'll keep my zero body count-yes, I've kept track- and I'll put up practically no fight. How does that sound?"

"Like you actually did drug me."I reply with a straight face.

"Whether or not you believe me, or even accept this, it's still gonna happen." She sits back down and takes a bite of bread.

"What even prompted this?" I ask.

"I fell in love, and realized who I love will never accept me the way I am right now." She says.

"Wha?"

"Look, the answers not important. Just know I'll be cutting back on crime time."

"Why couldnt you have just said that?"

"Would you have believed me?"

I take a second.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

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Months later, and she was true to her word. I'd only fought her 12 times, about a third of her original time, and not so much as a scratch was put on the buildings.

During those months, I actually spent time with her, learning her past, trying to understand her. After hearing her story, it was no wonder she did what she did. With parents who acted like that, I woulda snapped. Slowly, ever so slowly, I realized we had a blossoming friendship. I saw a lot -probably too much- of myself in her. We got into a rhythm of after fighting, to sit down and talk.

After the twelfth fight, I finally had the courage to ask, "So, who was this mysterious man you fell in love with?"

She looked at me with a pained look.

"Nevermind that," she waved away the question. "Tell me, is there anyone in your life whose caught your eye?"

"Nuh-uh. You cant turn this on me. I asked you first." I stared her down.

"Fine." She said, breaking eye contact and staring at her lap, where she cradled a cup of tea. "First, before I tell you, you ahve to answer this question."

"It better not be a relationship question."

"Its not." She says. She looks around, closes her eyes, and stares at me, saying, "Do you think anybody can be redeemed? Do you think anyone can get forgiveness for any deed done, barring murder?" She bites her lip in worry.

I shake my head and giggle a little. "You've already asked this, and I said yes."

"I know, I just need to get enough courage to confess to you." She says.

"Wha-?"

She interrupts."I fell in love with you, but because I'm a villain, and you're a hero, I thought I could never tell you that. But, after all this time, I've grown as a person. I've still got some way to go, though."

"I-im flattered that you think that way, but-"

"You're straight, arent you, of course you are, why wouldnt you be. You're literally the perfect woman, and her I am, being a negative influence on everyone. I should've never invited you over, I'm sorry." She runs away, before I could stop her.

I get up and call after her, yelling "Alyssa!" But she either cant hear me, or doesn't want to. I dont panic, though. I cant. My phone starts to ring, and Its my assistant.

"Damnit Piper" I answer. "Now's probably the worst time. What do you want?"

"Its almost time for your speech. And, my names Jannet." She says blankly. Speech? I think to myself.

"Sorry, Jannet. I'm still trying to get used to Piper not being here." Is what I actually say.

"You're the one who promoted her."

I hang up and look towards the door Alyssa ran out. I take a step towards it, when my phone rings with a reminder. I glance at it, it says 'Mayoral inaugural speech'.

I put my phone down, and race towards the other door. I open it, and inside is my suit.

"Well, Shark Match," I say to myself," Time to Come out of the closet so your crush doesn't destroy New Yallk City. Man, sounds like a bad autobiography. Or a fanfiction title.

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The Mayor is exactly like you'd imagine him. Slimy and not particularly firm in any ideology that doesn't secure his vote. As a citizen asked to prepare a speech to secure to African American vote, I lost all faith in this man. But today I lost the additional bit of faith I didn't even realize I had. I don't like to keep up with politics, as someone in my line of work shouldn't, so it was a surprise to me when, in the middle of my speech, someone from the paper yelled "Why are you against gay marriage? Is it because of your parents."

"Who said that?" I yell. "I was trying to find some way to put it, but it didnt feel natural until now. It'd be pretty bad for my community if I went against it, now wouldn't it? I didnt even realize this man" I point to the mayor, "thought like that. What, do I need to wear the lesbian flag as a Cape now? Actually, that be awesome."

I shoot one more glare at the mayor, who's sweating by now. "Give him one term. If he doesnt clean up his act by then, I'll run for mayor myself. I'll even reveal myself at that point. Hows that sound?" The crowd cheers.

The dinner afterward was a littel awkward on his end, but only one thought kept going through my head. 'Did Alyssa see?'

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It was midnight when I heard my window squeak. I heard footsteps come close to my bed, a piece of paper get placed on my nightstand, and footsteps retreat.

I wait a minute, then get out of bed and turn on a light. The paper says "This friday, Same warehouse, 9pm. Wear something sexy, I need to apologize.

-Signed

Alyssa dukes"

I smile and set the note back down, pleasant thoughts accompanying me to dreamland..

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[taiblogcomics]

The Final Mission of the Suicide Squad

Hey there, excused princesses. Well... This is it. The culmination of eight years of reviewing. It's a new year, and it is also the very last issue of Suicide Squad.

From the resiliance of Yo-yo surviving inside King Shark, to the quotableness of the shark-man himself, to the terrible designs of Harley Quinn's outfits, to the road trip with Batman and Deadshot, to the oddly heroic spirituality of El Diablo, to the touchingly sweet relationship of Killer Croc and Enchantress, to Captain Boomerang who was also there... Boy, has it been a long and usually dumb ride. Not the road trip, though. The part where it was actually a ride was honestly pretty sweet. But yeah! This is our last issue. Will it go out with a bang, or more of a wet fart? Let's look and find out~

Here's the very last cover we'll ever see with these jerks on it:

The gang's all here! Honestly, a cool group shot is a great way to go out. I have no complaints, it's a cool cover. I just think there's a fun irony in "extra special anniversary issue" and it also being the last issue. Happy anniversary! For a gift, we got you cancellation!

So we open in the past with the Ghost Recon Squad, before they became zombie ghosts. Just in case you thought this was going to be a backstory to make them sympathetic, the whole thing is bathed in red lighting, and they're torturing Gulag of the Annihilation Brigade for information. Gulag spills the beans on the underwater base where the last issue took place. The Recon Boys head there to set up a trap of recording the Suicide Squad on camera and prove to the world they exist. Oh trust me, this is more of a trap for the viewers of said footage than the Squad itself, particularly Jared Leto's performance. Anyways, they open a secret vault and are transformed into the zombie ghosts.

Back in the present, the same power has infected Amanda Waller as well. She's less of a zombie ghost, though, and more of a Grey Hulk. And then her stomach opens up in a fiery maw, which is somehow both terrifying and ridiculous. She leans in and attempts to shove Rick Flag in her belly-mouth, which should give you some idea of how gigantic she is now. Fortunately for Rick, Harley suddenly appears and beats Waller in the face with her hammer, causing her to drop Rick. The pair regroup and swap an exposition dump about the Tunguska virus that's possessed Waller, then get the hell out of the room, just as Waller starts breathing fire.

The exposition doesn't stay confined to the one room, though. On the other hand, Cosmonut shows up to tank Waller's flame breath and make sure that stays confined. Seriously, it's a full page of plot details of more or less what we already know. At best, it at least gives me a specific issue number I can link to, which is at least nice for archive purposes. Otherwise, all this accomplishes is that Cosmonut gets killed while Harley yaks away. Alas, dear Cosmonut. He was exceedingly bizarre and out of place, and therefore was a fan favourite for me. Let us all raise a jar of Skippy in his honour~

Meanwhile, the Ghost Squad corners Captain Boomerang, who begs them to let him go and even offers to join them. Katana shows up and chops off the ghost's arms so Boomerang can get away. He's a ghost, though, so he just makes new arms out of fiery ectoplasm, and blasts Katana. Given that it's a magic cursed virus, this even hurts the souls in her magic sword. Ah, I love the sentences that comic books cause me to write sometimes. Deadshot also shows up and lays down some suppression fire so they can get away. The Ghost Squad opts not to give chase, figuring Waller will get them sooner or later. Finally, a lazy villain. That much I can relate to~

After a brief Stargate reference for no reason, they find a submarine. This also leads to a "Yellow Submarine" reference for no reason. I guess that's Boomerang's role now: Australian, coward, soiler of pants, thrower of boomerangs, spouter of pop culture references. Deadshot and Boomerang are all prepared to leave, but Katana insists that they have to stay to defeat the Tunguska virus-curse. Rick Flag and Harley join them, agreeing with Katana. This makes the vote 3-2, and they convince the others with simple logic: if Tunguska gets out, then everyone is doomed, including Deadshot's daughter. As for Boomerang, helping them is penance for killing Hack, and he sadly agrees to that. Deadshot also agrees, on the basis that his favourite film is The Wild Bunch. Well, whatever motivates you, I guess~

The underwater base breaks the surface, and the Ghost Squad prepares to go out and spread their virus among humanity. Whatever men they were are gone, though the one called Jones is still reluctant. Grier, however, is all gung-ho to be the apocalypse that dooms mankind. Once you're a zombie, might as well go all-in, I guess. It's at this point that Rick Flag finally actually learns that the zomblers here are made of his old squad, and he's horrified long enough to freeze and have them infect his arm. Deadshot pulls him back into cover, and tells him to snap out of it.

While those two are holding off the Ghost Patrol, the rest of the Squad is in the vault taking care of Tunguska's corpse. Katana's magic sword can parry the infection long enough for them to grab the body. And what is the purpose of the corpse? Well, remember the out-of-hand Stargate reference earlier? It's legitimately a Stargate, and they figure if they can get it open and chuck Tunguska inside, it'll cut the possession virus off at the source. Unfortunately, Monster Waller catches up with them and infects Harley with her flame breath, leaving the other two to drag the corpse.

Running out of both options and ammo, Rick Flag tries a new tactic. He gives up. He surrenders himself to the Ghost Squad and approaches them, where they gladly welcome him as a new infectee. After all, the Suicide Squad's supposed to be expendable, right? However, this turns out to be a ruse so he can get close enough to just deck them instead. And while that's going on, Katana and Boomerang manage to drag Tunguska's cadaver (the Tunguskadaver, if you will) to the dimensional door and force it open. Channeling her grief into her sword, Katana uses it as a beacon to lure the infection energy right to her.

Deadshot shows up, having abandoned Flag when Flag seemed like he was giving up. He helps Boomerang heft Tunguska into the Stargate. Of course, the powerful interdimensional vortex also catches Boomerang in its wake, and he's very nearly sucked into it himself. Deadshot, though, uses his particular talents of marksmanship to shoot the control console while still holding onto Boomerang, closing the gate and saving him. It's admittedly a cool, heroic moment, and it's nice that Deadshot gets one.

With Tunguska beyond the boundaries of this dimension, the infection dissipates. Waller and Harley return to normal, and even Killer Croc lumbers up, having avoided death in the previous issue. Harley gives a big thumbs up, since they've finally saved the world like Waller wanted. Waller, ever the grouch, chastises her, saying that being heroes once doesn't erase their past misdeeds. In fact, nothing will, and she tells them that no matter what they do, they're Suicide Squad for life--or death. No one leaves the Suicide Squad.

Except us! We, the readers, are leaving the Suicide Squad and moving on to better comics. And while a new Suicide Squad title is due to start up again next month, keep in mind how long this was on the back-burner for me. It’s actually been, like, a year since this issue originally came out. We’re only reviewing it now, but as an actual published work, Suicide Squad‘s been dead for a year or so. This very much is the final issue, as far as I’m concerned. Like, when the title briefly became New Suicide Squad, we knew that was happening, and it took over immediately enough to count as a continuous story. But for all intents and purposes, the Suicide Squad that I’ve been reviewing since 2011 is done, and I will not be checking out the new series. No thank you sir~

But as a final issue to all we’ve read before? This is honestly not that bad.It wraps up a story arc with a genuine world-saving hero moment, and dovetails a bunch of past arcs together. Surprisingly, for a book called Suicide Squad, they sure go out of the way to not have any of its members die in the last issue. Like, I’m very glad they didn’t kill off Killer Croc, I would have hated that. But it’s still very bizarre to have him suddenly turn up like “hey guys, I’m alive” when he hadn’t even been seen or mentioned in the preceding rest of the comic. It just seemed a little too “Saturday Morning” to me, if you know what I mean~

Don’t worry, though! This isn’t the end of Taiblog! I still have a good stack of ten or so Red Hood issues to get through before my backlog dries up completely. Even then, there’s still so much else I could do. I have other terrible New 52 comics we could review. Trust me, we’re not at a loss for terrible comics any time soon~

I’m just glad to have a finale that didn’t make me cry for once~