#we never do anything but get groceries because you're such a freak

[shdysders]

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pairing: jenna ortega & reader

summary: in which jenna leaves increasingly desperate voicemails for you, who never answers.

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: this is heavily inspiried by @toournextadventure’s letter imagine, go check it out!

Hi! This is Y/N. Thanks for calling! I can't get to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you soon. Bye!

"Hey, it's me. Um, where are you? I've called a bunch of times and you haven't picked up. I'm starting to get really worried. Please call me back as soon as you get this. I love you."

MESSAGE SENT BY

"jen"

MARCH 15TH

7:34PM

"Baby, it's been hours now. Your friends haven't seen you and you're not at the usual spots. I'm driving around right now, looking for you. I... I just need to know you're okay. Please, just text me or something."

11:37PM

___

"Okay, so it's been almost a day. I've talked to your family and they don't know where you are either. This isn't like you to just disappear. I'm freaking out, and I don't know what to do. I just need to hear your voice and know you're safe. Please, please call me back."

MARCH 16TH

3:03 PM

___

"Where are you? I... I'm losing my mind here. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything until I know you're safe. Did something happen? Are you hurt? God, please be okay. Just... just let me know you're out there."

MARCH 17TH

5:54PM

___

"I went to the police today. I made sure to tell them how desperate I was and they said they'd start looking for you, but it doesn't feel like enough. I feel so helpless and almost guilty. I'm sorry if I ever did anything to make you feel like you needed to run. If you're mad at me, we can work through it, I promise. Just come back."

MARCH 18TH

3:21PM

I know I should've gone with you. You never go grocery shopping alone. What was I thinking, letting you go by yourself? Did something happen to you, or did you plan on leaving? Because I checked your closet, and you didn't bring anything. None of your things are missing. It doesn't make any sense. I'm driving myself crazy trying to figure out what happened. Please, if you're out there, just come back to me. I need to know you're safe."

11:21PM

___

"It's been five days. I'm sitting in our apartment, surrounded by your things, and it feels so empty without you. Every time my phone buzzes, my heart stops because I think it's you. I can't keep doing this.

They're putting up posters with your picture all over town. I can't believe this is happening. I keep expecting you to walk through the door and tell me it's all a joke, that you're okay. But you don't. And it hurts so much. I need you, baby. I need you more than ever.

Please, just give me a sign that you're okay. I don't know how much longer I can take this."

MARCH 19TH

5:32PM

___

"It's day six. I barely slept. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face. I keep thinking about all the little things – the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you say my name. I'm not giving up. I can't give up. You're my everything.

I know you're out there somewhere. I refuse to believe anything else. I'm going to find you. I promise you that. I'll do whatever it takes to bring you home.

I've talked to everyone I could think of, but no one has seen you. It's like you vanished into thin air. God, I'm so scared. I don't know what to do."

MARCH 20TH

11:54AM

___

I've been thinking a lot about everything... about us. I can't shake this feeling that maybe I'm the reason you left, and I need to apologize for everything.

Like that time I yelled at you for interrupting me during a script rehearsal, or when I got upset because I was running late and took it out on you. I never meant any of it. I'm sorry for the times I canceled our plans last minute because of my schedule, leaving you hanging. And for all those times I didn't listen when you needed to talk, or when I brushed off your concerns because I was too wrapped up in my own problems.

I keep thinking maybe you left because I wasn't enough, because I failed you in so many ways. Remember when you wanted to go on that weekend trip, and I said no because I was too tired? Or the countless nights I spent on set, making you eat dinner alone? I'm so sorry if I made you feel unimportant or unloved. I never wanted to hurt you.

I keep replaying our last conversation in my head, wondering if there was something I missed, something I could have done differently. There probably is. There always is.

If you hear this, know that I'm sorry for everything I did wrong. I love you more than anything. Please come back to me. I promise I'll do better. I'll be better. Just come back.

MARCH 21ST

8:32PM

___

“I went to the police again, but they keep telling me to wait. How can I wait when you're out there, possibly in danger? I'm so scared, baby. Please, please be okay.

I don't know how much more I can take. I'm so scared. Scared that something terrible has happened. But I have to believe you're okay. I have to. Because the alternative... I can't even think about it."

MARCH 22ND

12:45AM

___

“It's my fault, isn't it? I must have done something to make you leave. I... I'm so sorry. I should have been better, should have seen the signs. I hate myself for not realizing sooner. I'm so sorry if I did anything to push you away. I didn't mean to. I'll do anything to make it right.“

MARCH 23RD

3:43PM

“The faucet in the kitchen started leaking again, and I can't fix it. You always knew how to handle things like that. You would have come up with some clever solution and would've tried teaching me even though you knew it's impossible.

Everything here is falling apart without you. I'm falling apart without you. I don't know how to do this on my own."

5:57PM

___

“I need to say it. It's been over a week now, and I... I'm starting to lose hope.

I hate myself for even thinking that, for feeling like this. It makes me feel disgusting and weak. You deserve better than this. I should be stronger, I should be doing more to find you. But every day that goes by without any news, I feel a little more defeated. Please, baby, forgive me. I don't want to give up. I won't give up. I promise. I just... I need you to come back. I'm so scared, and I feel so lost without you."

MARCH 24TH

7:28PM

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"My agent just called and said I need to start thinking about going back to work. I don't know what to do.

Would you want me to go back? I can hear your voice in my head, telling me to be strong, to keep going. But how can I when you're not here? I feel so guilty, like I'm abandoning you if I go back. I need you to tell me what to do. I'm so scared."

MARCH 25TH

3:52PM

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"There's this premiere coming up, and I don't even want to go. You were supposed to come with me. I'm just terrified and alone. I can't face any of this without you. I need you here to tell me I'm just being stupid and to hold my hand through it all. I'm struggling to keep it together. I need you to tell me it's going to be okay."

MARCH 26TH

6:38PM

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"I went back to work yesterday, and it's hell. The internet is turning against me. People are saying things, talking about me and accusing me of not caring about you, of moving on too quickly. Some even suspect I had something to do with your disappearance. I know I shouldn’t listen to them but it's tearing me apart. You know how much you mean to me, how I'm doing everything I can to find you. But now I feel like I'm drowning in all this hate. I don't know how to handle it without you here. You'd tell me to ignore them, to focus on what's important. But it's so hard. I'm so scared, and I feel so alone. I need you more than ever."

MARCH 28TH

3:42PM

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"You know what? Fuck this. I'm so fucking tired of this bullshit! Where the fuck are you? Do you even fucking care about me, about us? Do you have any idea what you've put me through? I've been out of my mind with worry, tearing myself apart trying to find you, and what? For nothing! You just vanished without a fucking trace. How could you do this to me? It's like you don't give a shit!

I'm here, losing my fucking mind, while you're... I don't even know where you are! Are you hiding? Did you just decide to fuck off and leave me to deal with all this crap? The internet's tearing me apart, people think I had something to do with this, and you're not here to defend me, to tell me what the hell is going on! It's fucking selfish! You're fucking selfish for doing this!

You left me here, drowning in all this, and I hate you for it. I hate you for making me feel this way, for making me doubt everything! I can't fucking take it anymore!"

MARCH 30TH

01:56AM

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't mean it. I'm just... I'm breaking down. I'm so angry, not at you. Just at everything else.

Please, come back. I didn't mean any of it. I just need you. Please."

01:58AM

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“The police... they found a body in the river a few hours away. They said it's too decomposed to identify right now. I'm losing my mind. It can't be you. It can't be. I swear to God, if it's you, I'll die. I'll fucking die, do you hear me? I can't breathe, I can't think. I'm shaking so badly. Please, please, let it not be you.

They're going to do tests, but it'll take time. Time I don't have. Time I can't bear. I'm so scared, baby. I can't do this. I can't wait and not know if it's you. I'm going insane. Please, God, don't let it be you. I need you to be okay. I need you to come back to me.

I keep imagining the worst. I can't stop. I'm so fucking terrified. I feel like I'm going to throw up. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Please, please be okay. I can't live without you. I need you. I love you so much. Please come back. Please."

MARCH 31ST

9:51PM

[hairmetal666]

Eddie Munson gets famous at fifteen, after a YouTube video goes viral.

He's the kind of famous where he can't leave his house without being mobbed; where his name is plastered across grocery store tabloids and every fifth Pop Crave post; who has to make special arrangements with stores, whose body guards have body guards, who's forgotten what it's like to be normal. He's the kind of famous with well-chronicled stints in and out of rehab

And he thinks, at thirty, why not do a reality show? Why not let everyone in the world into his life because they're there anyway?

There's this guy on the crew, beautiful as a fucking sunrise. He's all golden-tanned and chestnut-haired, with these big hazel eyes that makes Eddie stomach swoop deliciously whenever they happen to meet his.

His name is Steve.

And Eddie, well. He's learned his lesson about jumping into relationships. So, Steve is nice to look at, and that's all there is to it.

---

They're at the studio, and Eddie, he only smokes when he's recording but he's "not allowed" to do that inside. So, he steps out into the alley behind the building, eyes falling shut as he hands search his pockets for his pack of Camels and his Zippo.

"I didn't realize you smoked," a deep voice says from the darkness.

Eddie startles, eyes flying open. Steve is leaning against the brick of the building, cigarette perched between his pursed lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Steve. With the crew."

"Eddie," he answers by instinct.

"I know," Steve chuckles. His hazel eyes are golden in the yellow streetlight.

"Oh, right." He lights his cigarette and inhales deep.

"I really like what you're doing in there." Steve nods his head towards the studio.

"You a fan?"

"Never listened to you much before. Not really a metal kinda guy, but I like it."

People aren't usually honest with Eddie. It's refreshing.

"Glad you're getting into it! How's your--uh, job going?"

Steve laughs. "First assistant camera, that's my job." Eddie's expression must read a total blank, but Steve only smiles. "I make sure everything's in focus while we film"

"Is that--hard?"

"Sometimes," Steve agrees. "How do you like being the star of a reality show?"

Eddie huffs out a breath. "It's more fun than I expected. Like, sure it's weird to have you guys follow me around, but at least I invited you, you know?"

Steve's dark eyes are fathomless in his perfect face. "You'll let me know? If anything happens that you don't like?"

Eddie nods, taken aback by the serious line of Steve's pretty mouth. Before he can respond more, the back door creaks open, Gareth's backlit shape leaning into the alley. "Eddie? They're ready for you."

"Duty calls." He smiles at Steve as he stomps out his cigarette. "See you around."

---

Eddie goes to a house party in the hills. It's just a handful of people, all of them he's known for years, no cameras in sight.

Someone asks how things are going with the band. Eddie doesn't think anything of it. Why should he, among friends? Why should he when they already know the resentment that Gareth, Jeff, and Freak have for him? Eddie got signed and not his band. The guys--they never really forgave him, think he could have tried harder.

So, he says--he says--"I wish they didn't resent me so goddamn much still. To this day! They're millionaires and they're pissed at me? Fuck that. I got them here. I got us all here."

They're filming the next day at Eddie's house. He's working on a new song, engrossed in his acoustic and his notebook.

He's so in the zone, it takes him a second to register when Gareth bursts into the house.

"Fuck you, Munson," Gareth screams. "What the fuck is this shit?" Eddie's own voice pours from Gareth's phone, and Eddie's stunned speechless for dozens of seconds as he tries to comprehend what's happening.

"I didn't--" he tires. He raises his hands placatingly, but his minds a whirlwind, thoughts a tangle, heart a mess of betrayal and hurt and fear.

"We should be fucking grateful?" Gareth yells. "You spoiled piece of shit, fuck you!" He lunges towards Eddie, but Steve darts from behind the camera, moving to block Gareth's path.

"Stop filming," Eddie shouts. He lifts his arms to block the shit. "Get out," he snaps at the crew. " Now!"

He and Gareth scuffle towards a set of double-doors, heated words low and unintelligible.

"Don't come in." He tells the crew. "Steve, I mean it. Tell them to stop."

Eddie shoves Gareth into the other room, slamming the door behind him. Still, the mics pick up the screaming fight between the two men.

Hours later, Eddie finally makes his way back to the main part of the house, finds Steve standing at the kitchen island.

"Why are you still here?" He's too exhausted from the fight to put any inflection into it.

"I was wo--I wanted to make sure everything was okay," Steve says. He relaxes against the island. "Are yo--is everything okay?"

Eddie's laugh is humorless. "Something like that."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

The tears he kept at bay with Gareth prick at his eyelids until they burn. "Not really, no."

Steve nods. "We could--you wanna watch a movie?"

This startles a laugh out of Eddie, one that has tears flooding his eyes and he has to blink fast, look down, anything so Steve doesn't notice.

"You know what I want?" he says. It's soft enough that maybe Steve, across the kitchen, wouldn't hear.

"What?"

"To have friends who won't sell me out for a couple thousand bucks." The tears start falling, his throat choked with emotion.

He wants to stop, embarrassed to be crying in front of Steve, but now that he's started, sobs shake his shoulders and he can't keep quiet.

Steve reaches for him. "Is this okay?" he whispers, hands rubbing circles against his back.

Eddie nods, cries for a while as Steve makes soothing motions against his back.

"I just wish I was normal," he mumbles when he has words again.

Steve's hold on him tightens. "I'm sorry, Eddie."

Shame hits him then, too hard to ignore, and he steps away. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna go. I--Thanks again."

He ignores the sound of Steve calling him back.

---

Eddie's playing a show. He's playing a show in a small club, something he hasn't been able to do for years, but he's doing it right now. It's electric, vibrating through his body, the crowd screaming along with every word.

So much of this is because of Steve, and Eddie can't think about it, because men like Steve aren't for guys like Eddie.

As he plays, his eyes scan the small crowd, find Steve easily. He's gazing at Eddie, lips slicked pink and parted, eyes shining. Eddie knows this look; the naked desire obvious. A heat he never lets himself feel for Steve blooms low in his abdomen, but--

He wails into his mic, forcing his thoughts away from that path. He has a show to play, one that's pumping his veins full of satisfied adrenaline. Nothing can ruin it.

When the show ends, Eddie is high, endorphins and adrenaline pounding through his bloodstream.

Eddie, the band, and the film crew make their way out the club's backdoor. There's a car idling close by, but they only get a few steps in before there's shouting; the ear-shattering click of dozens of camera shutters; overwhelming burst of flashes.

Eddie is disoriented, dizzy; the rapid shift from the best night he's had in years, to this, mobbed by paparazzi, people screaming his name, crowding their small group. He stumbles, black spots still obstructing his vision.

Arms catch around him, holding him steady. "You okay?" Steve asks.

Before he can answer, one of the paps yells, "Munson's wasted! Can't even walk!"

"C'mon, Ed, I've got you," Steve says.

"Just get into the booze, Munson, or someone had Molly too? Maybe a little coke? That used to be your thing, right? Snort a little blow and do a show?"

Eddie tenses, almost stops, but Steve keeps him going.

The crowd surges around them, more voices yelling, more flashbulbs popping, the guy saying, "He can't even stand without help! You got a real problem you know?"and he just--can't anymore. He whirls out of Steve's grasp, lunges for the guy.

"What's your fucking problem, man?" Eddie hisses. "What did I do to you, huh?"

"Real tough, Munson, huh?" The man sneers. He shoves Eddie hard, knocking him back a few steps.

Eddie's vision fuzzes out, brain buzzing. He snarls, knows he does, knows he's losing it, can't make it stop.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, pull him off his feet. He fights it until he's pressed into a wall, until cold hands cup his face.

"Baby, baby, you have to calm down," Steve murmurs. "You have to breathe, can you do that for me?"

"I want--he can't--I--"

Steve presses harder against him, bodies joined. "You're having a panic attack, yeah? Can you breathe with me, baby? Match me?"

Eddie nods, tries, wants to be good for Steve.

He calms, as much from the breathing exercise as being held by the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Pressing his face against Steve's neck he says, "why are you always around for my worst moments? I'm such a fucking mess."

"I don't think you're a mess," he says. "I think you've gotten hurt, you've gotten cornered. And your reactions are normal."

"Why do you even care?" Eddie asks.

Steve doesn't even pause. "Cause I like you, Eddie." His hold tightens for a second. "I like you a lot."

Eddie scoffs. "Yeah, you like Eddie Munson, the hot rockstar. Not the loser who cries in your arms"

Cold air hits Eddie as Steve steps away to meet Eddie's eyes. You want to know something? I didn't expect to like you at all. I admit, I bought into all the stories on the internet. But you were never anything like that, Ed. Not even once."

Steve takes a deep breath, turning away as his cheeks grow pink. "And you--you're always going out of your way for people. The day I knew I was gone for you? Three weeks into filming. There was this kid interning. You didn't know a thing about him, just some twenty-year-old, and you sat down and talked to him. Were genuinely interested in everything he said."

"Steve," Eddie's voice breaks. He has to cover his mouth, lips a wobbling mess.

"I want to give you normal, Eddie, as much as I can. If you'll let me."

The moisture tumbles free from his eyes, streaking down his cheeks. Eddie laughs. "God, Steve, you're--I like you, too."

Steve brushes the tears away. "So, you'd go on a date with me?"

"I think I would really like to go on a date with you, yeah."

Steve leans in, slow and gentle, placing a soft kiss at the corner of Eddie's mouth. It lights him up like a fresh struck match, nerve endings on fire. He thinks it's so much more than like already.

"Take me home, sweetheart," he says.

"Getting fresh with me, Munson," Steve smirks. "I won't have you using your rockstar wiles to seduce me."

Eddie's laugh echoes off the brick of the surrounding buildings. "Oh, sweetheart, my rockstar ways will destroy you."

"That a promise?"

---

Six months later, the first and only season of Welcome to Hell premieres. Instead, of chronicling a rockstar's debauched and wild lifestyle, it's a soft and charming love story. It shows Steve and Eddie growing closer, Steve working late into the night, to give Eddie the hint of normalcy he's so desperate for, to make him happy. It shows Eddie's eyes track Steve across a room, something like sadness crossing his face. It shows a concert that Steve arranged, the fight with the pap outside the venue, brief glimpses of Steve and Eddie in the aftermath, the gentle kiss.

In the last interview of the season, the producer asks Eddie if there will be a season two of Welcome to Hell.

Eddie smiles, glances off camera, which pans to find Steve in worn jeans and a Metallica hoodie, hair messy and wearing glasses. He gazes at Eddie, smiles this soft, aching thing.

"Nah, I don't think I need it anymore," Eddie answers. Throwing the camera a smile that matches Steve's.

[yanderenightmare]

what possessed you to write that nasty gamer boyfriend fic, not being judgemental, just genuinely curious cuz I love that fic and it seemed so vivid with all the detailing, did anything inspire you?

♡ GAMER BOYFRIEND

Yeah! A couple things actually!

I'd been staying with my brother and his girlfriend for a while. And while my brother is nowhere near the guy in the fic, he is a gamer who games a lot while his girlfriend does the grocery shopping and makes all the food every single day. So, I guess the idea first started with me just thinking about what a hopeless wreck my brother would be if she decided to suddenly leave him.

But my brother isn't useless or incompetent or anything like that. Nor is he a slob. He's just very comfortable with letting his girlfriend make decisions, I think. So this isn't a diss to my brother! Though, maybe a little...

Anyway. While I was staying there, my brother was watching a lot of Asmongold. I don't know so much about him, but from what I gathered by staying at my brother's place, he's this streamer who plays video games and discusses different topics of interest. But, more importantly than that, what I really noticed is that the guy lives in a complete pigsty. Like, the stuff I was describing in the fic is literally how this guy lives, and he's completely at peace with it, too. Idk, it's the wildest thing. He was talking about how, a while back, he had this dead rat that he didn't bother tossing out and that when the sun rose in the morning and shone through the window, the dead rat would start cooking, and the smell of that would wake him up and let him know it was time for him to stream. He called it the dead rat alarm clock. Like, I'm not even making this up.

I'm not really dissing him, either, though. Like, to each their own. I just thought it was the wildest thing I'd heard in a while.

And we were watching other Asmongold-ish streamers who just have the wildest fucking lifestyles. Literally just living in trash with cockroaches roaming around. Idk. Stuff is wild. But it got me to realize that, yeah, some people really don't give a fuck about hygiene and tidiness whatsoever.

And then, funny enough, my best friend's boyfriend broke up with her. And while we were dishing about how he wasn't good enough for her anyway and all that jazz, we were also digging up and talking trash about all her other previous boyfriends. And then she opened up about how one of them was a total fucking disaster. She'd been too ashamed to tell me this when they were together, but apparently, not only was he a hoarder, but she could tell he never ever cleaned his apartment because the bathroom had something she called "layers of sticky dust coating everything"

Like, it seems like such a common standard to have, but no, some people don't think cleaning is important at all. Or they just don't care enough to bother with it.

And, yeah, I suppose it just got me thinking about boys in general and how completely dirty their apartments are, with exceptions, obviously, and probably some girls included.

But yeah, the last guy I dated had constant shit stains in his toilet. And he had a pair of Lego flowers in there he was so proud of. And don't get me wrong, Lego flowers are cool, but they were always completely shrouded in dust, so you couldn't really enjoy them. And, you know, it's fine not to have everything spotless all the time. I'm not a neat freak myself, but I mean, if you're having visitors, the least thing you can do is make sure there isn't shit in the toilet. I don't know. That stuff is so wild to me.

But yeah, in the midst of all these musings and discussions, I got the idea to write that fic. I just really felt the need to make that character as he'd become so real to me all of a sudden.

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Found-Family headcanons for a³'s coven of chaos, part 5: (because they all deserved more time with each other)

(part 4, here) - (part 3, here) - (part 2 - here) - (part 1, here)

Lilia once had a fling with Carmilla, from the lesbian vampire novel. She absent-mindedly mentioned it one time while Billy was browsing 'queer classics' and he looked at her in absolute shock. “What? I wasn't *always* a hermit—” “That's not what I'm shocked a b o u t—”

Lilia is very irresponsible with what she eats, sometimes forgetting food all-together, never checking for expiration dates, etc. (“I don't mind a *lapsed* expiration date-”)

Jen has taken it upon herself to fix that. She won't let her go grocery shopping alone and she won't let her eat whatever. Your girl makes shopping lists and schedules specific meals for every day each week, to make sure her resident scatter-brain stays healthy.

Jen and Alice vent to each other a lot. Mainly because they provide each other with very different, but also always very honest and objective perspectives. Jen reminds Alice to put herself first on occasion and Alice reminds Jen to give others the benefit of the doubt sometimes.

One day, the Kaplans asked to have coffee with the coven, which made Billy incredibly nervous. Mainly because Agatha wasn't making it easy in the slightest.

Sharon managed to save the day, against all odds. She took them to the side for a bit and comforted them, explaining that she herself is just a regular lady, but she's grown to love the others regardless. And so the Kaplans gave the coven a second chance and ended up finding them rather endearing despite their constant quarrels.

Rebecca Kaplan gets a private moment with Agatha. She tells her that she's sorry about Nicholas, and that she almost knows what that feels like, because she almost lost her son. Then there's a pause, and she adds, “... well, not almost, was it?” by herself. Because a mother always knows.

If it was about anything else, Agatha woulf have mocked her. She didn't. She looked at this woman who's lost her son, but can't mourn him, because he's right there with her—and she nodded empatheticaly. There they stood, two mothers of boys who died, filling the void in their hearts with Wanda's son. And they don't love him any less.

“I'm glad he has you ladies in his life. At first I was... Apprehensive, worried, I guess. But at least he has some people who can relate to him more, understand him, mentor him. Because his father and I—he needs more than what we can give him.” — “Well, you're doing something right. You've already given him the most valuable thing. And for that you are his parents, you always will be.”

When Rebecca Kaplan realises Alice is Lorna Wu's daughter she freaks out completely (since we know she was a fan, having gone to her last concert.) She hadn't made the connection before meeting her personally, despite hearing about her a lot from Billy.

The fake car that Agatha distractedly entered in the first episode was built by John Collins (Herb) at Sharon's request, as 'Agnes' had been trying to break into Sharon's car and use it for her crazy episodes. They got worried that she'd get herself hurt, so they made her the fake car to make sure she wouldn't leave her house.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for yelling at my friend when i found out he had sex in my car?

i (26f) lived with my friend John (26m) when we were in college. John didnt have a car, but i did so i did most of the driving when we needed groceries/whatever we needed to go out for (it was a college town so it was mostly walkable, so we didnt need to drive every day). i have issues with other people using my car, especially when im not there (if anything goes wrong id rather it be my fault than have to deal with someone else totaling my car). but John had a girlfriend (Sarah) who also didnt have a car, so he would sometimes borrow my car (with my permission ofc, he never took it without me knowing) to take her on dates. when they were gone, i would constantly be nervous that something went wrong. there would be times they would go to a movie, then they would be gone for longer than the movie's runtime and i would get so anxious that something happened, then find out that they had just gone shopping/to dinner/etc after the movie ended. i never bothered saying anything because i didnt want to seem like a control freak saying "you can only borrow my car if you tell me exactly what you're doing and when you'll be back"

anyways, fast forward to now. i got a new car a couple years ago, John and i no longer live together (not because of any problems, we just got our own places after we graduated), and he is still with Sarah. one day John, Sarah, a few of our other friends, and i were all hanging out.

then at one point, Sarah made a joke about having sex in the car after Yesterday (the beatles movie from a few years ago). then i said "hold on, didnt you guys borrow my car to see that movie?" and everyone got really quiet. i turned to John and said "you had sex in my car???" and he tried to laugh it off but didnt deny it. and i got MAD. i was yelling at him and admittedly was pretty harsh (like calling him insensitive for violating my trust & property)

he said something along the lines of "i'm sorry, but it was a long time ago and theres nothing i can do to change it, and you dont even have the car anymore" and i realized he was right, and that screaming at him wasnt going to accomplish anything, but i was still mad so i left and went home

i asked some of my friends that were there if i was being crazy, and they basically said that it was understandable that i was mad, but yelling at him in front of everyone just made them uncomfortable and killed the vibe for the rest of the night, and there was nothing any of us could do about it now. no one told me how Sarah reacted, but she has really bad anxiety so knowing her, im guessing she didnt take it well that i got mad about something she said, and i do feel bad about that (though, in fairness, i assume she knows common decency and would know that having sex in someone else's car is wrong)

anyways, i dont think im the asshole because i think i have a right to be upset about that, and even though it was a long time ago i JUST found out about it so it wasnt that long ago for me. but i know i might be the asshole just because i yelled at John in front of our friends and made everyone uncomfortable over something that he can't do anything about anymore, and since i dont even have that car anymore, it has no impact on my life

tldr: my friend had sex in my car years ago and i found out about it and tried to fight with him about it in front of a bunch of our other friends, and it made everyone uncomfortable. so, am i the asshole for getting angry years after my friend had sex in my car? 🚗

What are these acronyms?

[etoiile]

"BE BRAVE"

starring chigiri hyoma!

synopsis: after being your roommate for a little over half a year, chigiri can say without a doubt that he's never met someone like you. you're sweet, funny, and just a great friend. but what happens when he wants to be more than that?

warning(s): not proofread but im p sure i didnt grammar correctly, mild swearing, gender neutral reader

notes: i want him your honor

"im back.." you mumbled, kicking off your shoes and practically throwing yourself onto the couch.

"well, dont you sound energetic." he joked as he turned off his phone and sat down next to you. "rough day?"

"ugh you cant even begin to imagine." you grumbled. "shit day. start talking. distract me."

"hmm..." he thought. "my day was pretty uneventful. i got let out early and just caught up on some stuff."

"who were you texting earlier? got any tea?" you questioned sleepily with a yawn. gossip sessions with chigiri were your absolute favorite. whenever he texted someone, there was usually some sort of news. plus, he gossiped like a girl and you were here for it. (sorry but chi is just so freaking canonically girlypop)

"nah. i wish, though. just talking to my older sister about some... stuff." he trailed off, racking his brain for a new subject.

"you hungry?" he asked, motioning towards the kitchen.

"yeah. will you carry me?" you asked tiredly, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. you were too tired to move on your own.

chigiri rolled his eyes at you, but still let you climb onto his back regardless.

as he carried you to the kitchen, he couldn't help the way his heart would leap out of his chest every time you left out a sleepy groan or would shift a little in his hold before nuzzling into his back. he couldn't help but imagine being here with you, in this apartment, though not as roommates or even friends, but lovers. he couldn't help how he could never be mad at you, despite what he'd say. he couldn't help how every time you did literally anything, he could feel himself falling deeper in love with you.

"well, think about it this way, chi." his sister had texted. "you've got two choices before you. confess or dont. correct?"

"yeah"

"WRONG. there's only one choice. by doing nothing, youre doing nothing but self torture. you'll always be thinking about how much you want to hold her but cant, and you'll have to watch her go on dates and even get ready for them. obvi, thats no fun. imo, just go for it, honestly. gotta be brave, yk?"

at the time, chigiri said something along the lines of, "maybe i will, maybe i wont. we'll see." before turning off his phone to greet you.

now, as he thinks about his feelings, he's never been more sure. he's never felt this way about anybody else before. its not like his past relationship where it was thrilling and exciting but exhausting. the way he feels with you is different. you feel safe. warm. comforting. you feel like a warm, sunny breeze after a cold rain. you feel like home. you feel like warmth. you feel like love.

he gently set you down at the kitchen counter before heading to the fridge.

"we dont have much food because SOMEBODY forgot to buy groceries." he teased. "we have fruit, eggs, bread, tobiko roe, rice, and instant ramen."

"yeah, yeah. anyways.." you then started batting your lashes at him like a maniac. "would you mind making me some ramen, my dear, sweet chichi?"

chigiri's heart leapt at the use of the word "my." he could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he quickly turned around.

"yeah, yeah, as you command." he rolled his eyes (for the 349348th time) and got to work.

"dont forget the eggs!"

"just be brave," his sister had said.

pfft. "just be brave?" give him a break! it just wasn't that simple. he couldn't risk the friendship most beloved to him. he just couldn't!

he watched as the seasoning gently bubbled with the noodles as he gently stirred the pot with a pair of wooden chopsticks, humming along to a tune he'd heard on your playlist absentmindedly.

"CHIGIRI?!" you suddenly yelped, clearly taken aback.

"what? is something wrong?" he asked calmly but concerned, praying that you weren't hurt as he set down the chopsticks and ran to you.

his cheeks were met by your palms as you squished his face together. "you're humming "cruel summer" by taylor swift! ive done it! youre a swiftie!" you let go as you squealed and leaped for joy, jumping about.

"chigiri's a swiftie! chichi is a swiftie!"

he chuckled as he watched your antics when suddenly, you crashed into him as you jumped.

you looked up from his chest and were met with his gorgeous pink orbs. it stunned you for a moment. they were so captivating, like they were gently chorusing a beautiful melody. you felt yourself sinking into them when suddenly, you realized the position you were in.

there was maybe an inch or two separating your lips from his. flustered, you quickly drew back, though you didnt exactly want to.

"sorry! um, my bad. i was just thinking! about how your eyes? uh... about how taylor swift has... uh... actually, what am i saying I WAS ACTUALLY-" you stammered as you tried to find an excuse for lingering much too long in his arms. staring into his beautiful eyes. on his chest. his muscular, toned, delicious... STOP.

suddenly, chigiri felt something. it wasn't embarrassment, it wasn't anxiety, it was... bravery.

gently gliding over to your flustered and still stammering figure, chigiri took your hands and looked you in the eye, freezing you.

"y/n, youre my one of my best friends." he said, his melodic voice gently wafting through the air. he then gently leaned down to your ear and in a low whisper, said:

"the thing is though, i dont want you like a best friend."

you were left frozen.

"a lyric from "dress." not bad, am i right?" he asked with a sly grin.

as the great taylor swift said, (in "its time to go") when the words of a sister come back in whisper, he realized that his sister was, as much as he hated to admit it, right. all he needed was to be brave.

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[kairiscorner]

Hello, good day !!

I wanted to ask for hcs for Spider-Noir with a Spider-dude

BUT (I'm sorry if this is too specific)

The Spider-dude doesn't actually got any spider powers or gadgets, they are just a dude that dress like spiderman and helps people on his dimension (and somehow actually gets to defeat villains). The spider-dude does things like helping grandmas carry their groceries, getting cats out of trees, help literally everyone he can and etc. I had this idea that the Spider-dude uses his normal clothes with the spiderman clothes and sometimes he uses pants and shirts, sometimes just shirts, sometimes just pants and sometimes more clothes if it's cold. I also feel that the Spider-dude would love to swing with the web shooters and would ask Noir to swing with him and is like, romantic, because they are hugging and that.

(sorry If there's bad english, not my first idiom)

HI ANON !!! omg dw !! i love this idea omgggg i hope my interpretation of it is right though, i'm sorry if it's wrong 😭😭😭

spider noir x spider dude reader headcanons

a/n: as per anon's request, the reader will use male pronouns!

honestly, at first, he would have wanted you as his sidekick. like if he went to your universe on a mission and was hoping to kick some bad guys' asses, he would've seen you, clad in a... hybrid between civilian clothing and spider man-like attire, and think, "oh, well... guess i had my work cut out for me then."

he'd think you'd be super cool but also iffy about you because he was never told about backup or anything from a spider person from this universe at HQ, so being a private eye and all, he'd interrogate you and ask you who you were.

"i'm spider dude." is all you answer as you look at the gray and black clad peter and he's just letting it settle in, like........ "spider dude?" HE HAS NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE 😭😭😭

"yeah, just your friendly neighborhood, um... spider dude." you say with a shrug and he's just looking you up and down and is chuckling at how casual you are about this.

"y'know i like the cut of your jib, how about you and i be partners in crime? of course, we don't have to tell that old grump back at HQ we'll work together, it'll just be between you and me. what say you?" he asks with a smirk and you're just raising your eyebrow and looking at him, confused.

"uh... what HQ? i'm not looking for a job, sir, i'm, uh, i'm a delivery guy on the weekends. i already have a job, i have to help my parents and that sweet old lady down the street with her groceries."

he chuckles again and he's like, "oh, i get it, trying to be humble about it. that's quite cute, anyway (goes on and on about how he wants you as his sidekick, and you don't understand a lick of what he's saying)

then the only time you admit you aren't your universe's spider person and you're just a guy in a spider man costume looking to help those your spider person can't save is when you're fucking up bad guys.

HE FREAKS OUT WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU HAVE NO ACTUAL POWERS, and he tries to swoop in and save you, but you actually end up saving him :>>

he would have been so overprotective of you if you told him that at first, but he sees now he has no reason to worry. "y'know, you could've done a little saving for my blood pressure and heart rate during that exhilarating battle if you just told me before or after, not while we're beating up the bad guys. but my offer still stands, will you be my sidekick?" HE'S SO EXCITED AND HOPEFUL FOR YOU TO SAY YES

"i'll agree... if you do that spider person thing and swing me out of here." you said as you showed him your DIY web shooter. he takes you up on that offer and holds you close, and you're clinging on to him as he teaches you how to swing, swinging his own webs alongside you and yelling in the night, "I HAVE AN AWESOME SIDEKICK!"

a/n: I AM SPIDER DUDE OF EARTH 1218 FEAR ME !!

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @sabcandoit @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @fictarian @connors-cumslurper

[blucifer08]

rambling about my personal life (positive)

I moved in with my boyfriend in December and every single day I am reminded why I am incredibly lucky to have him. He makes every moment of my life better. He is the most patient and kind person on this planet and I consider myself so lucky to get to be his partner.

I've been going through some mental health issus and lots of really bad mood swings, which isn't uncommon for me, but things at work have been ramping my anxiety and when my anxiety gets bad it seems like the rest of my mental health comes falling like a bunch of dominos knocking into each other. And yet his patience is damn near unending.

I couldn't figure out what I wanted to eat the other day, I just laid in bed and cried and clung to him. We were having a 'fend for yourself' kind of dinner night and for some reason I just had a bit of a mental block and couldn't actually get up and prepare the food, everytime I thought about it I just started freaking out. Couldn't figure out what to eat, despite having plenty of food. And so he hugged me and he kissed me and he got up and he made me something to eat and made sure I ate dessert as well

I am not an easy person to handle emotionally. I have meltdowns often, especially because i have sound sensory issues. Sometimes I get stuck in my brain and relive really traumatic memories from my childhood, and I get stuck for hours paralyzed in fear from things from long ago. And no matter what it is, no matter what's bothering me, he responds with the most pure and gentle kindness I've seen from another human being.

I really just hope I can be somewhat like that for him. I want to make his life as good as possible. I love him so much.

I really, genuinely thought myself incapable of this kind of love. We've known each for many years and we played FFXIV together, and it took until last year for me to become okay with the idea of being romantic with him. What a shame, because i love nothing more in this world than loving him and being loved by him.

I've often found myself repulsed by the idea of love, repulsed by being physically close to other people. It's so strange now, to be filled with such an overwhelming love for someone. And I'm beyond happy that it is him with whom I share love. I adore his curly hair, his stupid shit-eating grin when he's said something dumb as fuck, his eyes, his eyelashes, his eyebrows, his jaw, his hands, the way his voice sounds when he's sleepy, the way he needs to watch youtube when he cooks dinner, the way he bags groceries very specificaly and CLEARLY doesn't like the way i do it lol

I love when we're out and about and he knows the moment I'm starting to get overstimulated. He knows me so well. Last week he came to me and said, "Hey, I hope this is okay but I was offered for us to go to [place that is very nice!] but I figured since we were there last week and you're pretty exhausted, you wouldn't wanna go, so i said no." And he was 100 percent absolutely fucking right. "I figured you'd wanna spend the weekend relaxing around the house." DING DING DING! He knows me so well.

It's so beautiful to love someone like this. I've never felt this way about another person.

He is just so, so, so kind. And understanding. He loves Naru and Erasmia and he encourages me to write and draw whatever I'd like to my heart's content, he encourages me to gpose, even though none of that is anything he's ever done or generally has interest in. He loves my art. He loves me for me. He loves my flaws. He loves me for my flaws, not in spite of them.

He loves me, even when I'm suffering from sensory issues and just curled into a ball covering my face and wishing all sound and light would disappear. He loves me when I'm sobbing and can't tell why. He loves me when I've sunken into old memories and can't find my way out. He loves me when I'm paralyzed in anxiety over something that I should be able to do easily.

I have no clue what it is I did to deserve this man's love but I thank my lucky stars I have him every day when I wake up and see him beside me

[fizzy-fuzz]

A year to remember...: prologue (SCP-079 x GN reader)

You sit on your back porch and watch the deer graze on the grass. It's mornings like these that you seriously feel the weight of loneliness hang heavy on your soul.

You live out in a very rural countryside, a good couple of miles away from the nearest town.

you can't remember the last time you dragged yourself out of this house to do anything. even the thought of dealing with the crowds of people in just a grocery store is enough to make you nauseated with anxiety.

You still remember the first and last job Amelia convinced you to get. It was some sort of customer service job at a supermarket, or maybe it was something else, the memory is a bit fuzzy.

You barely managed to get through the interviewing process, only to never leave the family restroom on your first day. Amelia had to come and get you. The embarrassment was bad, but the look of thinly veiled disappointment on Amelia's face was so much worse.

She told you she wasn't mad, but the rough way she griped the steering wheel told a different story. You didn't try for another job after that. Actually, You hadn't left the house after that; and that had been a year and a half ago.

Amelia hadn't asked to to pay your share of the household again because she made more then enough money at her mystery job for both of you to live very comfortably. She never discloses what she actually does though, says it's top secret.

All you know is it's the very same job your father had, before his mysterious passing...

After the downfall of your family, Amelia took guardian ship of your twelve year old self and became the next closes thing to a parent for you. And you had trusted her because she was so close to your father, but she was never really there; Always busy at work.

She never forced you to do anything you didn't want to, thankfully. allowing you to be homeschooled when you couldn't go back to school, or shopping for you when you expressed anxieties about leaving the house.

She's a saint, and all she asked in return is that you never ask her about what she does for a living. You're father was the same way, secretive till the end.

*Ring ring ring*

your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pull it out and answer it.

"Hello?" You ask like it was a question, but there's only one person who'd ever call you.

"Hi, I'm coming home early today. We need to talk" Amelia's honeyed voice says, she sounds troubled.

"Huh, Why? Is everything okay?" you ask worriedly, she seems to hesitate before responding.

"Yeah, I just-... We need to talk. I'll see you in thirty minutes" she immediately hangs up after, presumably to prevent you from asking any more questions. You stare at the phone in your hands confused, she's acting strange...

True to her word, thirty minutes later you hear the screen door slide open, the deer in the yard scattering at the noise. You swivel your head to look at her.

"Um, hello. How was work?.."

She looks rough, her dark skin lacking it's typical glow, and her grayed hair being a bit disheveled.

"Stressful, confusing, frustrating. Except, not for the reason it normally is" she huffs, siting in the chair next to you. "I've-... I think I've been too soft on you" she looks to you with her brown eyes.

"What do you mean?.. did I do something?" You timidly ask, hands fidgeting nervously in your lap.

"No, no. It's not about what you did, it's about what I haven't" she runs a hand through her hair. "Look, I'm not going to be around forever. I'm already fifty-three... We need to talk about your future" she reaches over and takes your hand in hers.

"What are you taking about? what brought this up all of the sudden?" You stare at her confused and give her hand a light squeeze.

"My job is... Dangerous. This is made more apparent to me everyday. And I need to know you'll be okay if I'm gone" she looks away from you and out into the forest.

"Mel... seriously, you're freaking me out. Just be honest" you exasperate, desiring the truth about her job.

"Y/n, I'm just going to put this bluntly. I can't say much, but what I can say is I work for a secret government organization that specializes in capturing and containing anomalous entities" she looks deadly serious.

"What-" she cuts you off before you could finish.

"I know it sounds hard to believe, but it's the facts whether you choose to accept it or not. I need you to listen carefully to this next part though" she takes a deep breath before continuing. "The higher ups want to perform a test on a anomalous computer that we call 079. it has... Particular views on humanity. They want to see if they can alter it's views if they force it into close contact with a human for an extended period of time. Exposure therapy, if you will" you go to speak again but she raises a hand to silence you.

"They asked me to find a person I trusted to keep an eye on it for a years time. Someone I knew wouldn't tell a soul about the foundation, someone I knew would want to keep everyone safe; and I thought to myself, 'who in the world can I trust with this task?'... Y/n, I need you to do this for me" she pulls a slip of paper out of her white coat pocket and shoves it into your hands. It looks like a contract of sorts.

"Mel, this is crazy. Have you lost your damn mind?" You didn't mean to sound so harsh, especially when she's clearly struggling. But her vagueness is really starting to grind on you. Secret government organization?Anomalous entities?

"No, I haven't. Everything is exactly as I say it is. If you sign that contract 079 will reside in your care for a year. You'll be expected to speak with it and log any changes in it's attitude. You'll also be in charge of making sure it stays out of trouble and isn't damaged... Look, you need to do something, anything. You can't stay alone in here forever. And I can't think of a better person to convince a homicidal super AI that there's some good in this world then you" your eyes widen.

"Homicidal?.."

She lets out a small huff and relaxes to a Degree.

"It's harmless in the form it's in, but it's absolutely pertinent that it's never plugged into any outlet or outside source of technology. If that simple rule is followed it's completely harmless..." she hums.

"I... I don't understand... This is all so much information..." She looks at you and nods.

"I understand it's a lot... But everything you need to know is in those papers. Please read them, and seriously consider this... I really want you to do this" she stands and turns to the door. "I'm heading off to bed, I'll need your decision by tomorrow before I leave for work"

She leaves promptly, and you sit there staring at the papers in your hand. Is she being truthful?.. you open the paperwork and begin reading. You're in for a long night...

You pace around the kitchen of your home fidgeting with your hands nervously. You aren't sure what to think. The paperwork seems to real to be a joke; is she really working with aliens? And should you really be getting involved with this.

You re-read the portion of the paperwork that has information on this 'SCP-079'. apparently, it's a hyper intelligent AI capable of worldwide destruction if it ever gets the chance to upload itself into the worlds technology. Not exactly a comforting thought, but Amelia said it would be fine as long as you don't plug it into anything. You could handle that.

But you haven't left the house in a year and a half... What makes you think you can deal with being verbally assaulted by a robot that hates your guts. Maybe that's why Amelia wants you to do this, build up thicker skin... But you've already made up your mind, you definitely aren't qualified for this.

You hear Amelia's footsteps as she comes down the stairs.

"Good morning! Have you made your decision?" Before even looking at her you can hear the hopefulness in her tone. You reluctantly spin to meet her gaze, and as you expected her brown eyes have that glitter to them... You should just get it out of the way.

"I-..."

Before you can even finish your sentence you see the hope drain from her eyes... And you're brought right back to that bathroom stall at your very first job... the disappointment on her soft features... And before you can stop yourself, you blurt out-

"I'll do it" ...

She seems surprised, before a soft smile grows on her face.

"Really? I thought for sure you wouldn't... I think you're making the right decision though" she comes over and flips the paperwork to the end where there's a dotted line for you to write your name on.

"Just sign here" she taps the line. You sigh and grab a pen.

"why can't you or a coworker do this? Aren't you trained in this stuff?" She shakes her head before responding.

"No. It isn't fond of humans to begin with, and it's even more hostile towards foundation staff. It needs to be someone it has a clean slate with. And this stuff isn't in our field of training anyways. We're kind of trained to have a lack of empathy towards the SCPs in order to do our job efficiently" she explains as you shakily scribble your name on the dotted line

"Excellent!" She snatches the paperwork up like she's worried you'll rip it to shreds if she gives you a chance.

"I'll be off now. the drop off for it will probably be done in a week or so, but I'll let you know when I get the official date" she heads to the door and walks out, before poking her head inside to say one last thing. "Oh, by the way... I won't be able to stay at the house while it's here. To keep it non-biased, you know? Hope you don't mind. Bye, Love ya sugarplum!" She slams the door behind her before you can remark anything.

... "What?.."

A male foundation researcher plugs 079 into it's new set up. It's on a metal cabinet with wheels. Below it is a locked cabinet door housing many wires, as well as it's solar charged battery system, and it's now heavily upgraded data storage system.

"can you hear me, 079?" A moment of silence follows, before a white light flickers to life. A mechanical whirring is heard, followed by several beeping noises.

"Affirmative." A robotic voice with strangely human undertones responds. A few more beeps are heard before it talks again.

"This is not my designated containment cell... Inquiry: where am i?"

The researcher looks down to the AI, wondering if he should answer it's question or not, But ultimately decides against it.

"Are you aware of your new upgrades, 079?" He's sure it already knows, considering the vast upgrade in storage it got. It must be pretty happy, If this thing can even feel happy.

"Affirmative... Memory and recall has been updated from 30 hours, to 8900 hours"

the researcher nods, before gripping the cabinet and wheeling it down the hall. The walk is silent for a short while, before the computer in front of him beeps.

"Inquiry: what is the meaning of this upgrade?" He swears the thing almost sounds impatient, though it can't change the pitch of it's voice. He sighs before responding.

"All will be explained to you when we get to the front doors" the whirring gets louder for a beat, before the computer speaks again.

"Front doors?"

"You would think a super AI would know how to be patient" The man chides. A white 'X' covers it's screen and it beeps almost frustratedly.

"Insult detected: deletion of unwanted file"

The man rolls his eyes and continues wheeling the dramatic robot down halls and through corridors; Places SCP-079 hasn't seen in years. Though the computer doesn't have actual eyes, he knows it's analyzing it's surroundings, and filing it within it's new found storage.

"I know you have no reason to trust me, but I think you'll like this new arrangement" there's a pause before the 'X' is replaced back with it's regular screen.

"I have significant doubts regarding that statement"

The researcher huffs. He hopes the person who's taking the computer can handle his attitude... It really outta be more grateful. Not only is the practically useless machine not getting scrapped, but he's also getting to do one of the most pleasant tests he's ever seen. He pushes it into the elevator before hitting the ground floor button.

"Listen, you're going to get to see the outside again. Lighten up, other scp would kill to be in your position" the computers quiet whirring pauses for a moment, as if it's processing the information it just received.

"Lie" it's answer is quick and untrusting, but he's not surprised.

"I'm not lying. Why else would we be going to the ground floor?" The elevator dings, signaling that they've reached their destination. When the doors open he gives the cabinet a small shove to get it rolling again. He spots the site director waving him over to her.

"Derek, I see you brought scp-079. Good, it'll need to be present for this next conversation" the site director, Amelia June, speaks while eyeing the computer that hasn't seen the outside of it's cell in around 35 years.

"Inquiry: what is the meaning of this?" It asks presumably the site director. She hums before addressing it properly.

"Hello 079. I hope you've been well?" The computer beeps a few times before responding.

"Initiating sarcastic retort: dandy" the site director seems unfazed by it's rudeness.

"Glad to see you're still the same from the last time we spoke. Now, I assume you'd like a explanation for your sudden upgrade?"

"Affirmative... Continue" she nods and scribbles in a notebook.

"Today will be the start of a long-term test. In Which you'll be the main subject along with another person" there's a silence for a moment, before the computer beeps out a response.

"What would this test entail?" it takes a less aggressive stance now. The site director smiles.

"Piqued your interest, have I? I'm sure you'll find this arrangement more pleasant then being locked in a concrete box all day and night"

"Continue"

"Of course. The foundation has been looking for a candidate for a social and emotional intelligence test; you happened to meet the mark" she pauses to see if it'll say anything, but when silence greets her she continues. "In this test you'll be spending a year at a trustworthy confidants house. They'll be in charge of keeping you under wraps and caring for you for the duration of the year. They aren't affiliated with the foundation, and they have no prior work with us" the AI cuts her off before she can continue speaking.

"are you humans truly stupid enough to let me out with someone who has no idea what they're dealing with?" She shakes her hand and chuckles.

"No, they're smart enough to know that you shouldn't have any access to any outside technology under any circumstance. They have been informed of the consequences if you do. But as a safety precaution, along with your storage upgrade we've installed a Kill switch of sorts on you; any attempt to upload your data anywhere will result in your hardware being fried. So don't even bother"

"Understood... Inquiry: What is the point of this test?" She's sure it'll try to find a way around the kill switch and convince Y/n to plug it into an outlet anyway, but she's not concerned that they'll actually do it. They're trustworthy, She knows they'll keep their word. they always do... She shakes her head to clear her mind before responding.

"The point is to test empathy and emotion in something that's not human. to see how your views on humanity may or may not change if you're forced to be in close contact with one for an extended period of time. The person you're staying with will be documenting any noticeable changes in you, and the foundation will collect that data when the year is up" the AI seems to process that information before speaking again.

"Inquiry: what will happen to me after the year is up?"

"After the year is up we'll collect you and run one last interview on you, then your memories of the event will be wiped completely"

Oh yeah, the Hyperfixation is hitting hard. I wrote this is a day and a half. Hopefully the next update will also be speedy.

I'm trying my hardest to keep 079 as cold and formal as possible, and I think I did a decent job. I can't wait to write him interacting with an awkward and bumbling Y/n.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed. if you did show some love maybe? <3

see y'all in the next update

[pruning-the-minds-garden]

Saying it out loud

This post is to get something out of my head that has been stuck in there for a while. That whole mother-in-law post from yesterday touched off something of a desire in me to just... say, simply and directly... the things I've needed to say. All of them. Not to her, because that would be monumentally unproductive, but to just get them off my chest. So, that's what this post is about.

It is under a Read More for obvious reasons, both length and content. In there is some rough political stuff, transphobia, medical trauma, emotional manipulation / abuse tactics up to and including suicide threats, and suchlike. Proceed at your own risk and only if you are in a headspace to safely read that sort of thing without causing harm to yourself in the process.

Have you ever heard of the comment sandwich, Sophia? That is where you sandwich a criticism in between two compliments, and that's what I'm going to do today. Not to make you feel better, because you're never going to read this, but because I think that ultimately you do deserve to be remembered fondly for some things whilst being released from my heart for others you refuse to release from your own.

You have contributed positively and meaningfully to my life in a lot of ways. You were there for me at probably my lowest points, helping my wife while I was in the ICU, helping to fend off my own mother while she was spiraling in her own grief at my condition and lashing out at people near her because of it, helping to counsel me through my father's mental health crisis so that he didn't wind up as nothing more than another police violence statistic. Those were positive and meaningful contributions for which you deserve to be, and will be, fondly remembered. You also did other, smaller things for me. You helped humanize and ground the treatment of severe mental illness for me through your own diagnoses, and the way you lived with them. That helped to grow my heart. Thank you for that. Maybe it ought not to have taken that in an ideal world, but we don't live in that world and this is how I got to where I am so I'm not going to question it or myself too harshly. You have, for a long time, been a consistently kind and thoughtful voice in my life...

That said...

Lets talk about the last few years.

You have asked for a lot, and needed a lot, and mostly have gotten it. I don't consider that a bad thing. You should get the things you need to thrive, and have your needs fulfilled and be treated with respect. When the need was monetary, I paid it. When the need was time, my wife devoted hours and hours - driving more than an hour one-way to you - to helping you. When your system for cleaning your apartment broke down she went over, time and again, and cleaned your apartment top to bottom for you so that you would not get evicted. When your health got to the point that you could not make regular trips to the grocery store, she drove to you once a month and took you to the grocery store. Whenever you had a doctor's appointment or something else of the kind, she was there. Whenever you needed anything else, we were there if it was possible for us to be. We respected your needs and in conversation with you, when you made it clear you did not know about some subject or another - as you repeatedly told me you were unaware of politics, to the point of not knowing the difference between the Democratic and Republican parties - we patiently provided as unbiased and neutral a source of information as possible. I realize your values are not our values, you are a staunch Mormon and that frames your whole understanding of the world... so of course we are going to see things differently. Still, when you asked questions I provided answers. I did what I do. I also respected your mental health conditions and did not shame you for them. Whenever your alters came out I did not freak out about that, and treated them as the fully formed people they are. Whenever you collapsed asleep in the middle of conversation from narcolepsy, I simply suspended what we were talking about and resumed whenever you woke up. If you were having a depressive or manic episode and did something... unkind, I tried my very best to not hold that against you, and instead tried to listen to what you were saying underneath and the unmet need you were communicating to me.

You have never, ever, ever shown me or my wife the same respect.

When she asked that you text her the reason you are calling before you call, because unexpected calls spike her anxiety, you never did that. When I told you that I was non-binary and they/them pronouns were the correct ones to use in reference to me, you refused to use anything but he/him pronouns. When you started an argument about transgender rights and gender-affirming care with me, and then got uncomfortable with it because I was not reacting the way Ben Shapiro, Jordan Peterson and the crew at Fox News told you I would (i.e. I have a thick skin and do not get emotional at the drop of a hat, so I was maintaining decorum, compassion and decency, but you were engaging in personal attacks toward me and raising your voice)... you accused me of ambushing you with an argument you started, of planning the whole thing to get you into that state, when the only reason I was there that day is my wife did not want to make the hour-long drive by herself. Going back ten years (the reason why will become relevant shortly). When you came into town just prior to our wedding to help my wife and I with some pre-wedding tasks, you could not manage a single thing of actual, substantial use (though I gave you some nothing tasks so you would feel useful). What you did manage was to get mad and explode at me that she hadn't cleaned a house we weren't the only occupants of to your personal standards of cleanliness, though. You nearly broke into our bedroom and woke her from a dead sleep - a major PTSD trigger for her that would have sent her into a trauma spiral for the whole day, two days before our wedding - to yell at her about not wiping down a mirror in a shared bathroom. That only didn't happen because I, for one of the very few times in the ten years you have known me, stood in your way. I raised my voice, put my foot down and said, "That is not happening. If you want me to clean, fine. If you want to talk to her later, fine. But you are not going in there and waking up my fiance like that, Do You Understand?" After the argument mentioned earlier where you accused me of ambushing you, you then tried to reconcile by just saying you loved me, but never once saying you were sorry (a pattern we'll return to). The same is true of the aforementioned incident - you praised me, but never apologized or recognized that you were about to do something wrong. Afterward, you then communicated through my wife that you wanted me to call you (even though you are entirely capable of calling me yourself), so I did. It turned out you wanted me to apologize for saying to you, five years prior, that refusing to help Syrian refugees was cruel and unchristian. I did not, because it is those things. So, you wanted me to call you so that you could demand an apology for something that happened years prior that hurt your feelings, because that was the root cause of your misgendering and disrespecting me somehow?

No. I know what that was, and let me lay it out for you because you accidentally let the truth slip one time while talking to my wife.

You expressed to her that I am "hard to argue with" because I "stay so calm and rational." What that tells me is that you want to be offended. You are most comfortable when someone is attacking you, and you can demand an apology from them. That is a position of power for you, and you want to be in that position of power. It is frustrating for you to argue with me, because I don't attack you. I don't give you something to Karen about, and you want to Karen so badly it is physically painful. Even the prior statement about Syrian refugees was not about you, it was about that statement/policy. I said that doing that thing was cruel and unchristian, not that you were cruel and unchristian for supporting it (although, if I'm honest.... if the shoe fits.) Even when you were misgendering me and saying that transgender children were deranged and their parents ought to have their kids taken away if they affirm their gender, I was not calling you out on your obvious bigotry... I was asking you why the issue mattered so much to you. I was asking you why you cared. My question, which you never answered, was "What is the emotional core of your attachment to this issue? Clearly this is about more than just something political or theoretical for you to get so passionate about it... so why do you care about it so much? You are not trans, so why? I want to understand so I can better understand you, and how to approach this with you." That incensed you so much more, because it was not a response that the Conservative Argument Flowchart™ had prepared for that situation, but I also understand the power of the Pattern Interrupt. Anyway, that exchange and that later conversation combined with the demand for apology nailed home for me that this whole situation is, for you, about power. About dominance. About taking control of this situation in the way you best know how, which is by being the aggrieved party and demanding satisfaction, demanding that everyone else give you 100% of your asked-for items while you give them none of theirs. You are most comfortable with that kind of exchange, which I get because that's a pretty sweet deal... but no, I refuse.

That brings us to two days ago. You fell and possibly broke your ankle. That cannot have been pleasant and you have my sympathies for that, because that sucks. It would suck less if you managed your diabetes even a little so that wounds didn't take literal months to heal, but I digress. Anyway, you fell and injured yourself, and hours later called an ambulance. They took you to the ER. The ER put you in a wheelchair and sat you in the waiting room, and in that room you waited. And waited. And waited. Because this is a high-level trauma center, our state has a lot of COVID patients on account of being a conservative hellhole, and they have a lot more serious stuff to deal with than a maybe-broken ankle. You called my wife when you checked yourself out of the ER AMA (Against Medical Advice), and decided to walk home on your maybe-broken ankle that is not going to heal properly because with your nearly-nonexistent immune system nothing heals properly. When you called her you yelled at her for maybe 5-10 minutes about how undignified and embarrassed you were sitting in a wheelchair in the hospital for two hours (lol I have never had a trip to the ER take less than two hours with one exception, and that was when I was went there with a STAT code on my chart), and how "you're sorry" that every time she calls you get an anxiety attack. How you're sorry that she is such trouble and takes so much effort and that she will just cut herself out of your life now. How "you're sorry" that she is such a drain and then launched into a tired of "fuck you"s at her and everything you could think of, about how shameful it was to be sat in a wheelchair like that and in an ER for a full two hours etc etc. None of those "I'm sorry"s were actually apologies, they were all verbal irony and you know it. What you were having was a meltdown. The problem for me is that you went out of your way to bring her into your meltdown, to call her and make sure to say as much hurtful shit as possible to her so that days later she is still emotionally bleeding from her mother attacking her.

Then, as a cherry on top, you texted an hour later and said, "I love you." Not "I'm sorry that was really shitty of me, I was in a bad moment and said things I really regret, things that aren't true... and I wish I could take them back and will work to regain your trust" but "I love you" as though that by itself fixes it. It does not. Love and abuse can exist at the same time, in the same relationship. I know you know that, you were a counselor. Then, the next day, you texted to say that you wanted us to remove ourselves from the financial things we were doing to help you, so that we could be free of you. At this point, frankly, I would welcome that. However, my wife made a good point in saying that if we did that then you would be homeless by January and dead by spring (no, not hyperbole). So, really, if you were thinking clearly you'd realize that this is using a threat of suicide to try to extract emotional intimacy from someone, and that is extremely shitty. You are doubling down on your shittiness and ruining the one legitimately good and helpful relationship in your life in the process, the one person who is willing to extend you grace even now (and my wife is a fucking saint for that, though I think at this point probably ought to reconsider what she's doing for her own good)... and you will be left with naught but bitter ashes and emptiness as a result. The holiday baking this year will be a shambles.

Now, you can come back from this. You are a smart, insightful woman. You have helped me to see things more clearly before, so if you can get past this myopic view of issues close to your heart and instead start actually listening to the people around you... there's still time to turn the ship around. I don't want to condemn you. I don't think you are an irredeemably bad person. But, for my own sake and my own protection, I am putting distance between us until you calm the fuck down. So, for your sake and for our sake, please do that? Please listen to your better angels, and not the faux news demons perched on your shoulder?

[iseldomunderstand]

It came to me in a moment of inhuman fatigue. Finals had me studying until the dawning sun's rays filtered through my half shut blinds into my dark apartment. I felt like a cryptid in a cave back then.

I was getting ready for bed, too tired to understand the concept of time yet absolutely certain I would not feel any better after whatever amount of it I would spend sleeping. Mouth slightly open, greasy hair, boxers I wasn't sure whether I changed today or not, a drop of drool rolling down my chin, I didn't care. I'm not the kind of person to go out often and as such I'd rarely leave home if not for academic obligations and tended to shut myself inside when on vacation. I tried to remain clean and fresh out of principle but finals preparation was an exception. Anything goes for the sake of finals preparation.

I was under the covers looking blankly at the ceiling. Not a thought in mind, fully lost, the only sensation I felt was a pain in my back, probably due to my less than impeccable posture when slouching over my notes for four hours a day. And as the light of the sun hit the wall next to me through the spaces of my blinds I had left open before going to bed, like the dumbass I am, I made out a word.

"Research"

The rays hit the blinds and refracted through my windows to spell the word very clearly on my wall. It lasted about ten seconds before it just became an assortment of rainbows and slightly yellow light.

"The fuck" were the first words that came to mind in response to this sighting.

I wrote the word "Research" down in my notes app then dozed off, this would have to wait. After a generous eleven hours of sleep, I woke up too late to eat lunch, realized I had to do laundry today and rushed through my shower and "breakfast" (at 4PM) in order to get to the laundromat before it closed.

I forgot about the note for two weeks.

I stumbled upon it while trying to make a grocery list for my birthday cake, and naturally, I freaked out. As tired as I was back then, the details came back to me very vividly yet I was half convinced that it was all a dream or the hallucinations of the sleep deprived maniac I was at that moment.

Generally, people didn't exactly know what they were meant to be good at until they tried their hand at it and realized they were, well, good at it, great even. It's usually mundane stuff. Some people are great at peeling potatoes in a dimly lit room, some are great at speed walking down hills without tripping over a rock and tumbling down, trivial, sure, but useful in some circumstances. The thing is, usually, those people do not get a revelation type visual above their head coming straight from the holy light of the sun into their bedroom.

This type of event is not unheard of but it is extremely rare, it is usually something people born in wealthy families or dire circumstances witness, the kind of people you see on the news as prodigies in their domain; diamond in the rough or born to rule kind of deals. And these were no minor events, mind you, because they were usually followed by plenty of supernatural stuff.

I never followed history classes with a lot of interest, I knew the basics, but the endless quizzing on party trivia never caught my attention, yet I was fascinated by the stories we were told of people with manifestations of their talents. They all sounded fantastical, partly because they were, but also because of the lives the lucky few went on to live afterwards. During world war two, a nineteen year old spy was surprised to read the word "communication" spelled out in blood on the ground after she killed her first victim. She turned out to be capable of telepathy and was extremely useful for acquisition of intel regarding enemy lines and strategies, mind reading is a priceless talent. Not to mention her ability to manage troops on the battlefield.

We're all favored, but not equally, if you get a manifestation of what you have been endowed with, it means you're bound to sooner or later bear heavy responsibilities, and that you've been given the tools to face them. So naturally, when my sleep-deprived corpse saw a manifestation of my talent, I thought I was tripping balls and dozed off straight to wonderland. There was no way I, a disheveled student about to fail my second year in university, was blessed with a manifested talent, and not just any talent but a talent as broad as "Research". Besides, I was fairly certain I had found my gift already, I could parallel park with my eyes shut, well, as long as I was driving with my parents' car so I could use the rear view radar.

"There's just no way I'm gifted like that. "Research" is so broad, that's the kind of deals prodigies get, I'm pretty sure the last chief archivist of the united nations had that, ain't no way."

I suddenly snapped out of my day dreaming and remembered I was making a shopping list for my birthday cake and gathered my stuff to head out. As I walked towards the store, not taking my car on purpose so I'd have more time to ponder, I resumed my reflections, thinking to myself.

"It's too broad, it's just too broad, it's one word and it's so motherfucking broad. "Research" is huge, and a manifestation means it's a big deal."

I started to think about situations where I could have confirmed this kind of gift.

"I don't think it's too hard to be great at research nowadays, if you have a question the answer is usually on Wikipedia anyway, I know how to use google but that's about it. My midnight frantic scrolling sessions through obscure articles isn't anything out of the ordinary. I get obsessed, sure, read article after article, but as much as I devour, the research it takes me to quench my curiosity isn't anything special."

I was beginning to believe more and more that I just hallucinated that one morning, yet, part of me wanted to believe, part of me was too eager to find out. So I figured if I was so good at it, I'd have to research how great this "Research" talent was, if I was gifted with it at all, that is. I strolled through the aisles, mindlessly putting my usual groceries in my bag.

"What's the number one place to do research in anyway, the library? I don't think I've ever been at the one on campus, so I guess that'll be a fun trip. I'll go and enter with one question in mind and see how long it takes me to find the answer without even trying."

I went through self-checkout, conveniently "forgetting" to scan a few items then went home. Once I was done putting away the groceries, the time was six PM. The campus library closed its doors at seven and I lived fifteen minutes away by car.

"Welp, seize the moment as they say."

I grabbed my keys, got into my car and headed to the university. As I drove, I wondered what to even look for once there.

"With something supposedly as strong as "Research" I should probably aim for the stars. What would be one answer the library couldn't possibly have..."

I was mentally flipping through a rolodex of outlandish questions to ask myself, things you'd never get the answer to in a book, not in a public library anyway.

"How many grains of sand in the Sahara desert? Nah, too plain, and I'm sure some deranged mathematician asked the question. How much garlic is too much garlic in garlic bread? Actually, I don't want to know the answer to that..."

I flipped and flipped, I wanted the first one to be grandiose. If I really was gifted with that kind of power, I should start with a bang, make it count.

"How to craft a private pocket dimension. Sure. Why not, let's see if the library has the answer to that. Don't think that's ever been done before."

Just as I settled for that question, I parked in front of the library. Perfect timing.

I entered and tried to figure out the layout of the building, having never been here before. It was a tall building with a full glass exterior, I passed by it on foot a few times and figured the library was on the western wing, but the parking lot was on the eastern side so I'd have to make my way through to the other side once in. The receptionist told me they were closing in a little over half an hour as I walked by, I guess I'll see if I perform well under a deadline sooner than anticipated.

I took a good look at the map of the building on an emergency fire escape plan and made my way to the stairs. My steps echoed as I climbed my way up, the stairwell was at the heart of the building and was entirely made out of concrete, glass and metallic guardrails. You could hear a pin drop five stories above. This was pretty grandiose.

"You know" I thought to myself "If I ever get that pocket dimension maybe shaping it after this place could be a good idea, it feels... Nice, in a way. Aesthetically pleasing."

I pushed the glass doors of the second floor, where the occult, religious, and physics aisles were if the signs were to be trusted. The place was actually really nice. The floor was carpeted, there were reading nooks, and warm overhead lights with a glow specific to the lightbulbs in the lampshade aisles in interior and furniture stores. It was raining outside and the sky was darkening as the moon rose. Truly a magical moment.

"You'd think if I were to get a revelation about my research capabilities it would be in a moment like this, not in a complete daze as I was going to sleep." I thought aloud, mumbling as I approached the aisles I was after. I was progressively becoming more and more reassured in my idea that I had hallucinated the whole event. Still, I came to check and check I would.

"Ok so, crafting a pocket dimension, let's see" I rolled up my sleeves, stretched, then squatted to be face to face with the books. I began to crab walk my way across the shelf, examining title after title, yet not finding much about what I was after. "Eh, thought so. Next." I moved on to the religious shelf, examining the titles and covers I found, yet nothing promising showed up. I had about fifteen minutes left. Well. It was quantum physics or nothing.

I was walking to the shelf as I came across a computer. "Surely" I realized "Surely it'd be simpler to just type 'Pocket dimension' in their database and see what pops up. Hoping they use tagging efficiently." I went to the desk, opening the online register of the available books and did as I planned, going in advanced search, yet, still, other than one or two fantastic novels, nothing came up.

I sighed.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

The librarian at the desk on my floor politely asked me to leave, I obliged somewhat sadly. I walked down the echoing stairs, grabbing the guardrail as I descended towards the exit, the nightguards locking the door behind me.

"Damn. I really was hoping I actually saw something." I walked out of the building as the streetlights lit up the avenue. It felt bittersweet, like your parents buying you a lottery ticket at the school fair and winning nothing. You lost in the end, but the fun was the anticipation. Yet I couldn't help but feel pretty bummed as I got into my car

"I was really hoping I was actually somewhat... Special." I said aloud to nobody but myself. "Maybe I went too strong, I mean, 'How to craft a private pocket dimension' is pretty ou-"

As I voiced my question out loud, what appeared to be a floating transparent sort of computer screen appeared above my passenger seat.

I froze in shock in front of the wheel, the screen glowed softly inside my car in a light blue hue. It displayed a very barren interface, with nothing but a search bar and a keyboard underneath. Above the search bar was a short line of text that read "Quench your curiosity".

Oh. Well. Color me fucking surprised.

I hesitantly placed my hands above the keyboard, looking around to see if anyone was in the parking lot, and most importantly, if anyone could see me, but I was alone.

I typed my question in the search bar, hit enter and was faced almost instantly with a page explaining in detail the pre requisites of crafting a private pocket dimension. All the concepts it involved that were all alien to me were explained in great detail and perfect clarity, what I knew enough about was not elaborated upon. I saw on the right a scroll bar. The page kept going. It was long. Very long. Yet I read through it at a speed I did not know myself capable of, breezing through lines and lines, no, paragraphs and paragraphs in an instant, devouring the knowledge that I sought in a matter of seconds. I finally reached the bottom of the page. I understood it all perfectly. It was clear as day. I knew all that there was to know on the topic of crafting a private pocket dimension. I did not however have the materials for it. I was wondering how I could possibly get my hands on all the required equipment necessary to see it done, then I looked at the screen once more.

No. It had arcane knowledge, but I couldn't just...

I refined my search : "How can I craft a private pocket dimension and get away with little to no consequences." And sure enough, the page displayed an elaborate plan for me to put in action. It was brilliant. There was no doubt it would work.

Oh. My god.

This was all too much. I had a power allowing me infinite knowledge over anything and could make it so I was essentially capable of all I wanted. I had in my hands the power of an actual god.

A flow of questions swirled in my head. Answers I needed. Answers the world needed. What's the meaning of life? Is there a god? How does this even work? What's the system behind talents? Who gifted me this power in the first place? Is free will an illusion?

I looked at the screen. I placed my hands above the keyboard, but then I froze.

This was a trap. A trap of my own making and one I was happily jumping into with both feet. I'm not a god. I'm barely in my twenties. I'm a student and I'm in my car typing away into a floating screen in a parking lot. This was ridiculous. I was about to reveal eldritch knowledge to myself, as if I tried to educate an ant in advanced rocket science. No. I'm wiser than this. I'm not fit to be a god. Not yet. I'm a human and I haven't lived as a human fully yet. This could wait.

I drove home.

I locked my door, threw my keys on my kitchen counter, took off my shoes and body slammed into my bed.

"What the fuck" I said into my pillow.

The screen appeared again. It had disappeared as I started to drive back in the parking lot, but here it was again. I didn't want to fully indulge in its power just yet but I had plans for it.

"How to make this screen appear" and "How does my power function" were the first questions I asked.

The screen appeared anytime I asked a question aloud. Simple as that. I could change how that worked by asking how to change the way it appeared in the search bar. It was a real wonder how in the span of two weeks between the revelation and today I hadn't asked anything to myself aloud. Yet, in hindsight, preparing for finals made it so I essentially talked to no one and only ever muttered a curse or two when going over my notes.

As for my power, essentially, it was as simple as it gets, I asked, it answered. It only had a few safeguards for me not to get hurt, if any research I did would almost guarantee that I either go mad or get killed in the process, the page would warn me and offer to redirect me to pre-requisite pages so I could go about it in a correct way. It was essentially moron-proofed. Besides, if any research or answer involved harming me, it would be highlighted so I did not get myself into any sticky situation or ended up in a sort of evil-genie or monkey paw situation.

I was also pleasantly surprised to learn that the screen was only ever visible to me and would not appear if I addressed a question at someone else in a conversation, so the screen wouldn't appear anytime I asked someone else how things were.

It was incredible. I had all that there was to know in the world at my fingertips, very conveniently too, and just one ask away.

Yet... I didn't want to put it into use quite now. This was the tool of absolute knowledge and power, I could have access to ways to make anything happen in any way I wanted and with little to no repercussion. I could change the face of the world. Make it a better place. But I doubted that I was wise enough to go about the proper course of actions in my questions. I was afraid my own bias would betray my good will. Perhaps I would even go mad with this power. Eradicate anyone or anything that bothered me.

The thought scared me.

So I pondered what the best way to go about all this was.

I had to become wise enough so I would not let my youth and instincts get the better of me, besides, when it comes to bettering the world, the best way to know what is best for it is to live in it. And using my power to go about living the easy way would alter my thinking. I had to live through it first. My mind was set.

I would grow old first, using only my power to ensure I don't die by then, then once I will have seen a lifetime worth, I will be ready. I will finally use it. But for now, this could not work, I was too naive, too young. I would hold true to my standards and values, do my best to do good until the time comes and only then would I take things in my own hands.

I summoned the screen and asked "How do I make sure I can live by the age of eighty-five". Sure enough, the page appeared and the way to go about it was clear as day. I'd have to switch studies, which didn't bother me anyway, and move away.

Then, I asked how to change the way the screen appeared and set it so it would only appear once I explicitly state aloud that I wish to summon my power and make the screen appear.

I looked around my apartment, then at the screen again, taking one last look at it for a long, long time. I was already mentally thinking about packing up my things.

"See you then". It disappeared, then I went to cook dinner.

As a rule, the shorter a skill is, the more dangerous it is. You’ve never used yours. You were scared of what a single word could do.

[thekimspoblog]

Oh damn you're on THE episode.

The punchline

PS does the "not interested in this post" button show up when you click on posts? Because mine's missing for some reason.

Mines not showing up either huh

Maybe that’s only for “reccomended” posts?

And THE episode im even more hype now

Yeah I don't like this at all. "Not interested" is a pretty damn important button.

Na fr

We need to let people know we do NOT wanna see ts in our feeds

Just bought some of these btw https://www.etsy.com/listing/1849860183/mcwexler-vinyl-sticker-better-call-saul?click_key=def949ea5ab4ba2c212a1d0c1282a8358cc5c4b0%3A1849860183&click_sum=5f95fa4d&ref=shop_home_active_16&pro=1&frs=1

Went to @changes on tumblr and this is not listed in their updates so it must be a programming issue.

Aww that stickers super cute!

Tumblr being ass whats new

😭

So like... can you guess how this episode is going to end? It's pretty heavily telegraphed ahead of time, but I don't wanna spoil it.

Im assuming howard tweaks tf out😭

Oh good it's fixed already. ^_^

I feel so bad for him this show has like no bad guys everyone is bad😭

Kim is the only good person

Ok I won't tell you. But personally I don't feel bad for Howard. Not even by the end of this episode. Like yes, Jimmy also manipulated Irene for personal gain, but 1. If things had worked as planned, Jimmy's lie would have benefitted Irene. And 2. Jimmy felt bad immediately when Irene got hurt and I think it would take Howard months or years to realize dragging out the settlement against his client's interest was... like... evil.

That’s true but still like😭😭 he was being kind of held down by chuck and some politics stuff held him down even mode

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Like no matter what happens next, the client got their money because of what WM did. It's an unpopular opinion but I say the ends justify the means. Kim is not a "good" person, because no one who wants any real power is "good". But she is a WORTHY person.

She definitely is I fw kim and nacho the most

Also the old man I forget his name rn

Mike

Yeah I like him too

Hes probably the most “honest” person in the show

True but that's exactly what I dislike so much about this guy. You just don't get to be "slow on the uptake" when other people have put their lives in your hands. Howard isn't a malicious person, but everything he does is "just business" and that's kind of worse. Wall Street kills more people than the cartels. That's all I'm saying.

Chuck abused his authority but he at least HAD a moral worldview. Howard is the avatar of the phrase "if you stand for nothing you'll fall for anything".

Mike I'm neutral about. He's cool and funny but at the end of the day he's doing the same thing Walt did of putting his family in danger while keeping them in the dark about how he's providing for them. Fans just give him a pass because he's less of a shouting idiot than Walt was.

Very stoic mike is

Also I agree with the howard thing

Idk abt the cartel vs wall street though I’ve never seen wall street execution videos😭😭🤣🤣

Im thinking like what do I watch when I finish this??

No but I see homeless people every time I get groceries lol

Anyway the answer is Westworld. You're watching Westworld after Better Call Saul.

Omg I loved that scooby doo episode

That’s a great suggestion ty!!

Robots and cowboys truly the best

What Scooby Doo episode?

PS It's a pretty big part of my headcannon that Kim was dealing with a pregnancy scare off screen in S6. And that's one reason she's being such a freak.

Mostly just cus it was my prediction before the season aired and I refuse to accept defeat.

I’ve been there before dw I salute you for staying strong 🫡

Theres a scooby doo episode called dry rock gulch

A lot of whats new scooby doo was just ripping off old movies and shows

lol. Wait are you referencing Scooby Doo just because that episode had a western theme? I'm confused.

No the episode dry rock gulch

Is based on westworld

The wild west animatronic attraction

Also

HOWARD OMFG NO😭😭😭😭

Heh heh heh heh heh

Don’t heh heh heh me Im in distress🤣😭

Just HAD to confront them, didn't he?

Seriously tho. DOESN'T EVEN CONSIDER THAT WM DID THIS FOR THE OLD PEOPLE. I mean they didn't, but dude before you start ranting about how everyone is so mean to you consider that you were doing something shitty and you needed to be stopped.

He did he stood on business

Yeah he was being shitty but like

Idk man

Was he shitty yeah

But got damn😭

People have been telling him for a full year that he's in a bubble and he needs to pull his head out his ass. And still his final words are "But what about MEE?" I'm done with this guy.

Lucky for you hes dead

If he had said something about "I didn't realize people hated me this much; maybe I need to do some real soul searching about my priorities or my ability to empathize with other people or the way I perceive myself as a victim" I'd be on board with everyone else that this was some great tragedy. But being completely oblivious to the problems of everyone else around you until that problem literally walks in and shoots you? That's just funny. Some tall dark and handsome guy shows up and Jimmy and Kim are reacting visibly in horror, read the damn room: Don't try to get the last word in edgewise, run idiot. I'm totally blaming the victim.

Understand, I didn't actually hate Howard before that scene. He's a scumbag but all the lawyers in this show are kind of scumbags. The difference is I respect Jimmy cus he understands why people hate him. But that final monologue... it's just... it's gonna be a no for me dawg. I'm not saying the character or that scene isn't extremely nuanced, but to me that final interaction can be summarized as a demonstration of how badly Howard hasn't learned from his mistakes and never will.

No howard was a great character throughout the show I don’t think anyone was weak it seems like everyone has their place

From the film crew to the vet to the gun guy we met with mile

Mike

I think Howard is a well-written character, I just think he did his job a little too well as a scapegoat. Someone needed to die in S6 and I'm just glad it wasn't Kim.

Kim spinoff when??

I stopped at the end of ep 8 gonna watch the final 2 tmr

Yeah my whole blog is for demanding a Kim sequel. I'll send you my outline when you're done with the show.

Jan 14 4:28 PM

Because I LOVE S6E8 for finally, finally giving us a taste of Kim being directly involved in the criminal world. But I hate it for giving us only a sample-serving of it and then the show ends. Why Vince and Peter gotta blue ball me like that?! It's not really a problem with BCS because at the end of the day this is Jimmy's story not hers. But the absence of Kim Wexler screaming and crying and saying she doesn't want to pull the trigger content is a problem with the larger BB franchise. We got like 20 scenes of Walt doing that. I love Westworld (among other reasons) because it starts with a woman who wouldn't hurt a fly being forced to play a violent game, and the show actually follows up on what happens after.

Jan 14 7:18 PM

I just think a cowboy robot world sounds cool

Im easily impressed🤣

Jan 15 4:51 AM

Im assuming frings gay?

Jan 15 4:05 PM

Oh did you not watching Breaking Bad? Yeah Gus hates the Salamancas because Hector shot Gus's boyfriend Max in the head early in Gus's career.

Jan 15 5:28 PM

No I’ve never seen breaking bad

I prefer BCS because that one has the romance subplot. But I actually think BB is the better written series.

Jan 16 6:16 AM

Idk if Ill watch it tbh It never grabbed my eye

Jan 16 8:42 AM

Why did BCS grab your attention?

Jan 16 3:27 PM

Kims feet

No I just feel like I can relate a lot to the chuck and jimmy dynamic

Im like the jimmy of my family unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you view things

[queen-mihai]

I appreciate you taking the time to interact with this 🙏

You're exactly right. It does seem stupid that I should have to explain to people that I both exist and am transgender. Just like it seems stupid that I feel I have to occasionally remind people that I'm black.

My blackness and trans-ness doesn't really affect the way I make most decisions in boring day-to-day life. My dishes would need to be washed if I was Hispanic. My towels would need to be folded if I was cisgender. Taking a bite out of a cheeseburger would leave human shaped teethmarks whether I was American, Bosnian, Norwegian, or Congolese

The cishet world wants to pretend that we're all the same and none of this matters so that we can just live day-to-day. If that was all that existed, if I could eat cheeseburgers and fold towels and wash dishes until old age, then there would barely be a need for Pride.

But there are times where those things matter. And that's where this becomes important.

Yeah a grocery store worker on a normal shift on a normal day probably doesn't need to give a shit how many trans people they see. It may never be a thing that matters to them or the trans person ever. They can happily pretend that trans people don't exist or that if they do exist it doesn't matter.

But a doctor is different. A doctor may only see one or two trans patients in their entire career unless they're a specialist of some sort. They have a legitimate need to know the inner workings of their patients to the best of their ability. If THEY have spent their entire lives pretending trans people don't exist or don't matter, they may misdiagnose a problem. Taking hormones messes with your endocrine system and that doctor needs to know that because our bodies are incredibly complex and there's a lot of interplay between different systems.

If that doctor knows that you're taking hormones, or have had surgery, and importantly DOESN'T FREAKING JUDGE YOU FOR IT, they can have the information available to give you the proper level of care.

Lawmakers making new laws should be well versed enough in history to know that gender, as a spectrum, has been a part of human society since before we knew how words worked. If that lawmaker decides "all this trans stuff" is "some new fad" then they may write laws that exclude someone like me from participating in any part of society.

Even just random people on the street. I'm mostly out in my entire town now and I feel comfortable being able to walk around and not be judged for what I wear or how I look. But that's because I live in Norway where they're taught that all sorts of people exist from a young age and that there's no need to be shocked or judgemental about it because it doesn't change anything about the person themselves. I don't know that I'd be this comfortable anywhere in America because people are still learning that trans people even *exist*

Oh and that

"People fear what they don't understand"

The fact that I exist. The fact that I'm just... doing a job, paying my rent, driving a car, eating at restaurants... if people didn't understand that me being trans doesn't change *how* I do any of those things, they might think

I'm a *trans* engineer which is different from any other engineer (it's not)

I'm a *trans* driver which is different from any other driver (it's not)

I'm a *trans* patron which is different from any other diner at a restaurant (not that either)

Normalization NEEDS to happen and it NEEDS to be a constant, conscious effort throughout all of our society until people learn to treat gay and trans people like everyone else most of the time, (like the lawmakers) and treat the differences like differences when they matter (like at the doctors office)

That's why this is important. It can't be weird. It can't be crazy. It can't be silly. It's not a fetish or something we *want* to jam in everybody's face. We *have* to remind people that we exist so that when people get used to us, they'll realize we're regular people and stop treating us like freaks.

Thank you for speaking up. You're a good person and I appreciate your patience in reading this. I look forward to talking more about anything and everything in the future ❤️

This Pride, don’t forget about us

ID: “This Pride remember to respect all trans people : Trans women who don’t shave with a drawing of a woman whit a yellow and pink beard, trans men who don’t bind, masculine trans women and feminine trans men with a drawing of a trans woman with short pink hair wearing a yellow baseball T-shirt holding hands with a trans man with a yellow crop top and short curly blue hair, fat trans people with the drawing of a fat trans woman with short white hair, dark skin and a pink cropped top, disabled trans people with a drawing of a wheelchair and a walking cane in the color of the trans flag, neurodivergent trans people with the symbol of the autistic community, trans people who are sex worker with a drawing of blue bra and pink underwear, poor trans people who can’t afford transition, trans people who aren’t out yet with a drawing of a closed door, trans people who don’t plan on transitioning, black trans people with a black fist holding a trans flag, and any trans people who isn’t white with multiple hands of different skin tones, muslim trans people with a drawing of someone wearing a hijab in the color of the trans flag, jewish trans people with a drawing of someone wearing a white shirt and a kippah in the color of the trans flag, non binary people even those who don’t identify as trans with the non binary flag, those whose identity you might not understand with the genderfluid flag, the agender flag, the demi gender flag and the genderqueer flag, trans people who don’t pass and don’t want to with a drawing of a trans woman with a beard and dark skin raising her fist, every pronouns with dialog box in which are different sets of pronouns, trans people of every identity with the gay flag, the lesbian flag, the ace flag, the bi flag, the pan flag and the aro flag, every trans person is beautiful and deserving of so much love so don’t forget the T.” End ID

P.S. : can someone tell me if I did the image description right cuz I have no idea

[oof-musicals]

you can hear it in the silence (you are in love)

Words: 864

Pairing: Jack Kelly/Davey Jacobs

Summary:

Currently, Jack Kelly is in his run-down apartment living room. He is in his run-down apartment living room while the person he is head over heels over is in the next room. He is in his run-down apartment living room while the person he is head over heels for is staying with him for the college semester. He is in his run-down apartment living room absolutely freaking out because Davey Jacobs is staying with him for fifteen weeks. ----- or: it's junior year of college, and Davey moves in with Jack

Currently, Jack Kelly is in his run-down apartment living room. He is in his run-down apartment living room while the person he is head over heels over is in the next room. He is in his run-down apartment living room while the person he is head over heels for is staying with him for the college semester. He is in his run-down apartment living room absolutely freaking out because Davey Jacobs is staying with him for fifteen weeks. 

   Granted, it's not just Jack and Davey. Jack's younger brothers Charlie and Antonio live in the apartment as well. But Charlie does his own thing most of the time, and Antonio is his boyfriend's place so often that "Albert's apartment" might as well be "Albert and Race's apartment." But because there's no one else at home most of the time, Jack will be living alone with Davey. And that means Jack Kelly has two options: give in to his feelings, or lose it trying to resist. And living with the person you feel like blurting out you're in love with them at least twice a day? Not easy.

  They had met two years earlier during their freshman year of college, and Jack was already head over heels in love from the start. He found his mind drifting to Davey during his classes and had put up with countless pestering from his friends who claimed that it was ‘so obvious’ that he was in love with Davey (much to the annoyance of Jack, who was in love with Davey). But for how in love he was, he never made a move. 

   A couple of months ago Davey had mentioned that he should probably move home as a result of it being cheaper than living on campus or trying to rent his own apartment, and how living at home wouldn’t be the best option travel-wise. Jack, without thinking, had offered a space at his apartment. He hadn’t come to the realization of what that meant for his (huge) crush on Davey until he had already okayed it with his brothers and had sorted the situation out. 

  And once he realized the implications of it, he had already committed. Davey was going to be living with Jack, and as far as Jack knew, Davey didn’t feel the same way. That is what landed him in the current situation: on the couch of his run-down apartment living room, desperately trying - and failing - to not freak out about the fact he will be spending 15 weeks straight with Davey. It felt like he was in high school again.

   "Thank you again," Davey spoke, exiting the room he would be sharing with Race for the semester (that was, if Race ever came home, Jack is not exaggerating about how often he is over at Albert’s). “For letting me stay for a bit.” 

   "Of course, sorry it isn't a perfect paradise or anything," Jack let out a breathy laugh "Just three guys who haven't gotten around to grocery shopping in a while.”

   "Better than trying to commute from home and much cheaper than dorms at least," Davey sat down next to Jack on the couch "Plus I get to hang out with you more, so, win-win."

   “Yeah, win-win,” Jack repeated, trying to ignore the rush of heat to his cheeks. “Did you wanna do anything? Racer and Charlie won’t be back until later.” 

    “I mean, it’s your place, we can do what you feel like." 

    "Hey hey , it's our place now, Dave." 

    "I mean, I'd say we just order something and watch TV, y'know, get a headstart on this homework I got." 

    "What homework are they giving you on the second day of school?"

     "I got a ton of classes to get through, better to knock them out early, right?" 

      "I- I guess you're right." I think I'm in love with you remains on the tip of Jack's tongue, forever bound to his thoughts, but never said out loud.

      Sometimes, there's a moment where there's no one else around. The whole world focuses and drowns out everyone else. His heart pounds and cheeks are on fire, but sometimes, he can't bring himself to care. Sometimes, and just sometimes, all Jack Kelly can focus on is Davey.  The summer after he graduated high school, Jack traveled the country. It was an expensive trip he made work with his own hard-earned wages, and saw the most breathtaking sites in the entire world. But not a single site or view could ever compare to Davey Jacobs. 

    And god . Jack hoped he felt the same way. 

    Tonight, when they eventually retire for the evening, Jack will probably go into his room and gush to himself like he was experiencing his first crush. When Davey goes home for the holidays, his brothers will finally pester him about his relationship with Davey. And maybe, just maybe, one day they might be the real deal. 

     But right now, Jack Kelly is in his run-down apartment living room with the person he is head over heels for, watching a movie and hoping Davey doesn't notice the light pink tinge to Jack's cheeks. And maybe, these fifteen weeks won't be as bad.

[amarantine-amirite]

My Heart Will Stop In Joy

I try to get to bed on time. It just never happens. Every time I tell myself I'm going to get to bed at a reasonable hour, stuff happens that pushes it out to unreasonably late. Maybe I should stop kidding myself. The idea of "going to bed at a reasonable hour" is bullshit. There's no "correct" time that you should be in bed.

The theory goes that we can't seem to go to bed as early as we "should" because nighttime is supposedly "our" time of day. We don't have to work. Insurance companies, collection agencies, or other suffocating life businesses won't contact us. The only people who will call us at that time are our friends.

Night time is a release. We can do things we actually want to do. Who would choose to cut that short just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? Nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace the one time of day that's genuinely ours.

Tempting as it is to think that, it's also bullshit. This is how people fall into the trap of not sleeping for days on end. Bad things happen when you don't sleep for days on end.

I'm uniquely at risk. My sleep cycles are naturally 10 hours. If I get to bed at 11:30, I'm not gonna be up until 8:30 the next morning. If I know I have something the next day, it is entirely possible for me to miss a sleep cycle

When I don't sleep for days on end, I get headaches that put me off falling asleep and I struggle to remember things. I cope with the headaches better than the memory things. When my memory goes, it falls apart so fast it's not even funny. I lose track of things. I miss details. I have a lot of trouble retaining information long enough to work with it.

The memory problem freaks me out so much. What if I'm stuck in a week-long time loop and don't know it because I don't member anything?

It's hard for somebody with a bad memory to know that they're stuck in a time loop. If you have a good memory, you'll recognize the same day over and over again. If your memory isn't so good, you won't notice. And it's very hard to get out of a time loop once you're stuck.

Everything I've read about getting unstuck from a time loop says that time loops are technically considered time travel because you're moving through a manipulated version of time. In theory, you could solve amnesia with the ability to time travel, but how would you navigate a past you have no reference for?

Every day, I watch people to see what their motivations are. If I know what their motivations are, I hope it'll help me know where to go next. The closer I watch, the more it becomes clear to me that I am, indeed, stuck in a time loop.

Every pass through this loop, I notice something different. I can start to put a pattern together.

It begins on Saturday, we stop in to the pharmacy. My parents remembered this article that they read about how autistic kids are more likely to grind their teeth than average. They bought me a night guard and insisted I wear it to bed. I've never had a problem with grinding my teeth in my sleep, but they made me wear the night guard anyway. "I know, but I read that you did"

By Thursday, We lost the night guard. I'm worried that I'm not allowed to sleep until we get a new one, so I can't get to sleep.

Because I'm the only one up this late, I got strong armed into driving around and picking up food Marissa ordered online. I have to make two stops: the first stop at a restaurant to get a bunless cheeseburger topped with avocado and onions and the second at the grocery store to pick up some chocolate eggs for dessert.

It should be simple. It isn't. The morons at the restaurant won't put the bun on the burger. I tell them Marissa can't have wheat, but they just stare at me with a confused look on their face, looking confused. The guy at the grocery store makes me show ID before I can buy the chocolate eggs. I've never gotten the same explanation for why twice. First, they tell me they can't sell me the chocolate eggs because my parents aren't present, next they say they can't do it because we can't sell junk food to minors on a weekday. The guy ran out of excuses and just accused me of cutting the line in front of a nonexistent pregnant woman.

It's my eighth pass through the loop. While waiting for the loser at the restaurant to hand me a burger with a bun on it despite my saying"no bun," I saw someone peeing on the sidewalk.

I've never seen this before. I couldn't watch, but I couldn't look away. She looked familiar. Hey, I thought to myself, isn't that Helen?

I know that if you mess with something when you go back in time, it will screw up the timeline. If messing up the timeline is what breaks the time loop, then so be it.

"Helen, is that you?" I asked.

Helen turned around and saw me. "You didn't see anything," she hissed. She didn't seem to get that people could, in fact, see her. Neither the bushes in the boulevard nor the yoga mat she held up offered much in the way of coverage.

I couldn't help but blurt out, "What the hell are you doing?"

A mixture of frustration and anger flashed across her glassy-eyed face as she retorted, "I'm about to sick and tired of the shit where you wait in line and there's no toilet, what do you think I'm doing?" she seemed like she had a psychotic break of some kind.

"You can't pee on the sidewalk," I said firmly, feeling the weight of the disapproving stares from those around us. "you have to go in the toilet like everybody else"

And that was when the screaming started. Helen went on a torrent, screaming obscenities that continue to hang in space as a low lying cloud of cuss over Lake Erie. Somewhere in that cloud of cuss words was some mention of uromysitisis poisoning.

She shouted, "which you bitches is with me?!" To nobody's surprise, everybody just blinked and wonder what the hell she's been smoking

Out of nowhere, she started attacking people. She grabbed a random person's cell phone and threw it at somebody. Next, she pushed a man off a bicycle.

I didn't see the fallout with the bicycle. The line moved, and I entered the restaurant. Just as I was about to place the order and explain to the cashier why the burger couldn't have a bun on it, Helen stormed in. She slammed the door into somebody, they fell down. They got up, and then she slammed their fingers in the door.

I didn't get a chance to place the order. The cashier had walked over to Helen and said, "Excuse me, but you can't be in here if you're going to act like this."

Yeah, I thought to myself as Helen threw her shoes at him, that worked. She shoved the guy behind me, who punched her in the mouth in response. She recoiled from the impact and her hand hit the fire alarm.

We evacuated. I saw her make a break for a nearby apartment building. Less than 10 minutes later, I saw her hang her body out a top floor window after she launched a cleaning cart out into the street.

The cleaning cart hit an ambulance. People gasped. I heard a short, stocky, slow witted bald man say "that's got to hurt"

The next morning, I saw a video of what had happened on the news. I don't know if I'm out of the time loop yet, but I might be. I guess I have to wait until Monday to find out

@daily-prompts

[the-firebird69]

Few more things are happening and Charlotte county and they affect a lot of people

-whatever is that the jobs are going away and they're firing people the other is if you show up at the job and they told you you're fired they arrest you on site meaning they see you go on to the ground so they're going to arrest you you drive your car in the parking lot they're going to arrest you if you work to the grocery store they fired you you can't go there although arrest you and we saw them arresting people at Walmart the other day when the sun was almost there and then when he left Non-Stop.

-there's a huge number of people who they arrested yesterday who were talking about bja and some of them were his people they're going on and on but how they harass our son and they took notes down and they said this we're going to harass you to death you're a freaking piece of s*** you're mad they're mad because their son gets angry and he can't help it it's too many of those idiots and too much of the stuff they don't do anything right and he says why are you even here your people can't attack because they can't do anything cuz you're here they have dumb excuses so they jot it down what they're saying and what you're doing they're really asking people for being complicitous it's a big list of people to arrest and they're sending out buses to put you in and arresting you and you get fired from a job and they have buses at the job sites waiting for you to come back and arrest you they said you were told not to come back or you be arrested

-is a giant number of factories that are firing at least half their people today it's all warlock and it's Macklemore luck and they're getting the hell out of there but for real it's a lot of people and if they don't take them away they're going to be running around so it's real hot out and they just have to sit outside on the ground or Haven pavements if they if you complain they take a side and shoot you so really people are sick of you we're sick of you and we don't care how we treat you pieces of s*** and that's too bad for you you realize what it is good for you f****** loser if you're told a million times

-there's a giant number of people who want all of you gone and some of them are coming in and they are going after you occasionally they connect and it's going to help you need to be shut down you're so damn dumb

-it's a few more things here the courts are up and running today and they have 50 more cases in the group actions mostly they're against John remillard bja Jason plenty against him Brad tons he's got the most and his sister and other women who are complete assholes to our son are being sued by Max mostly for everything they're worth including stuff outside stuff that's not listed and aliases and they're suing to take it all it's a real lawsuit you're going there you're at risk of being killed you don't go in there they arrest you throw you in prison you'll die and they'll burn you they don't care what level you're at anymore is there issuing tons of stupid orders and it's your day to stay here and croak we don't want you here

-other things that are happening like that they are arresting you for jaywalking for spitting on the sidewalk for saying the wrong things and for acting odd they're putting in the mental hospital as their son's suggested and we are and start doing that last month and we've been taking over the hospitals including the one across from that jerk stan and more or less ready yet and if he wants to go there he can keep saying he's going to put it on Son there cuz we don't want to hear it and instead of just now. Stan wants to flow in and take it over and says the warlock will too and no they won't we're using Force so if you want to go to the hospital keep opening your mouth is that English oh you want me out of your apartment I'll start looking again today so they can lick your ass as you say I never get it right a****** that was our son talking to the inept a******. This other just start looking for an apartment and they'll fire him and they are and they get fired too and we are also going to sue the s*** out of him and really we need to lay down the law on that turd big time he's completely out of control of the stupid attitude.

-it's a massive problem here in Charlotte is that the landlords are a bunch of evil morons and we're taking over properties by suing them and that's how we're taking the houses here now we're taking millions of houses all over Florida and apartments and it's from landlords to are doing things illegally tons of stuff that's wrong so much it's easy most warlock judges award in our favor cuz it's like a lock there's so many crimes against people humanity animals against the facilities against the town acts of terrorism if the judge signs with them they'll probably go to jail for being someone who supports terrorists and terrorist activities and that's what the judge said the other judges says these people support these people put them in jail aiding and abetting terrorists

-we are going to war with you here but the max have declared that you are enemy combatants and you are not to be treated well and you have to be arrested and harassed and pulled in whenever possible for gathering information on devices all around the world they're all going on it now and there's a couple more things

-it's a huge huge name calling experience happening with these idiots calling people names running around town and yelling stupid things that people and they're being arrested for it on spot you're trying to incite people and they go and arrest you and put you in jail and probably go to prison and you'll probably die and get burned

-the mental hospitals are full and the overflow is jail that's where they're putting you idiots and they won't put our son in either and a lot of people are helping to make that not happen and you're sitting there trying to get him in there the whole time now you're going there and you're dying

That's good for now we have a couple more things regarding your showmanship here meaning your asinine act they're saying it will discontinue cuz they're going to arrest you for doing it because of what it is and what it says it's treason the other is the treatment of our son it's deplorable. The city going to enforce it they never really do they don't even do it for Mac and they're laying and lame and Max is mad and her son's mad and they should do something and just these f****** assholes that don't do their job they're not going to win anything they're half ass too we have to do the job and he keeps saying to they're forcing way too much stupid things to happen and now they're doing it to me I've had enough of it

Thor Freya

They try to do stuff but they haven't worked through these basic problems and it still hurt we can't come in and arrest people we have to have them do it to each other and it's a nightmare and it's too dangerous that's not what you said to do and I'm going over it and it's not what we said to do but I do see what you're saying it's like a Ride along we have like two of them and two of us and two of the minority warlock and you go in and you see them arresting each other and arresting the clones and that's how you do it cuz it'll be a control and whether the minority will act like it or not if we occasionally have to wrestling and then go running out of jail anyways and you're going to get into it with him and we are just doesn't have to be hot and heavy and you track him to Miami in this foreigners there and the foreigners cut them down so I agree and things are changing but they're putting his boss and stuff through it and he gets angry and finds out the truth and it really doesn't help us these people so blasphemous it's a good idea though he says we need more police cars and he says they're driving around me pulling up on me with Ford explorer saying I'm a cop so we should confiscate those cars and trucks and whatever and we're going to do that cuz I see them doing it to you what you're saying is oh it's a brand new one and what they're trying to do is say they're plain clothed. So yeah we'll have the right to confiscate their vehicle they're impersonating an officer and we're going to start doing that and we need more personnel that's a good idea and it's like being NATO and these guys are good at it so we're going to start that

Mac

These are solutions that we need and our son and daughter sympathize and don't want to get mad but they say they're not really forcing us to do stuff like they're forcing you to it's very rude what they're doing and it is and it's intolerable so thank you but today did a good job you got mad for the right reason but our people have to be thought of too and he did. He's reminding me it's awful here and you turned into prison and he wants me to understand that I don't follow that 100% even though I explain the whole thing I'm going to start to say this this is a prison cuz we can't do certain things and first I have to get into it so I'm going to do that and we have things for controlling and things for making happen and he says that happens in every prison the prison atmosphere the food the daily meals all that other things that he made happen and they still do and their other things that happened within those confines and the tons of stuff here that's like a prison it makes that way so you can't tell Frank Castle is horrible and stuff and stand sometimes it's okay but really they turned it into a prison and nobody is going to react differently than I am to a place like this if I see what he's saying it feels taste and sounds like a prison cuz it is one and we're going to have to listen to it that way now you start doing that is trying to assess it that way cuz he's saying that people are missing the fact that he's under extreme duress and that they're holding him here hostage and then our people are under massive duress massive and he says that the DNA of the priests will prove that they're not days kids are mine and Hera's. That'll give the turd something to do and I want to enacted so I know what he's saying I get moving on this and hire and we're going to force people to do it means we have to get ours out of the way to run the stupid key thing so we can survive

Thor Freya