#wheather in state

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Why is Missouri weather like this

[dyn3m1ght]

"Bakudeku is toxic because Katsuki bullied Izuku in the past!" There's nothing more hateful and toxic than apologizing for your very shitty past actions: catching him in the rain, despite absolutely HATING the rain, ignoring his own health for him, having his last words before he DIES be about Izuku, FIGHT to get to see izuku in the hospital when he's ALSO in a shitty state, thinking about Izuku 99% of the time—like always. It’s always “head empty, only river scene/Izuku,” sobbing because Izuku lost his quirk, which means he can’t be a hero. Wanting to "spend their entire lives competing together", keeping his hero ranks low on purpose just so that when Izuku becomes a hero again, they can compete for the number one spot. Dedicating EIGHT years of his life to earn well and probably live in a pretty crappy state because of that just so he makes SURE he gets the right tech and support course items to create the perfect suit for Izuku. Even if Izuku gave up on his dream, Katsuki didn't. Isn't that absolutely hateful and toxic!!!!!! Bakudeku is only toxic in season ONE AND TWO!!!!! Katsuki HAD character development wheather you like him or not!!!!

[awkwardlyoutsidely-doodles]

Alastor headcanons pt1 📻

• It's true that Alastor only ever has a smile on this face, but those close to him or know he well enough, know he has different smiles, that match different emotionally states.

• Also his ears are also very good indicators.

• Alastor doesn't sleep much, weather or not that is because he doesn't need to or he has very bad insomina.

• When he does sleep, he has a constant string of radio static, white noise or sometimes even a broadcast from when he was alive.

• His shadow constantly flits around the room, on the walls, ceiling, when he asleep, so no one gets the jump on him.

• When he does wake up whenever the time is, (He is usually a early riser)

• He will announce a raido broadcast mostly a weather report.

• 'Good  morning Pentagram city! It a cloudly with a chance of acid rain, later today, no please enjoy the bes of Cab Calloway and his Ocherstra.'

• There is a radio in every room of the hotel and it's impossible to get rid of them, *Angel has tried believe me* so his waking broadcast is delieverd to every radio in the hotel, wheather it's on or not.

• He perfers to have breakfast in his room, for some reason the other residents are not keen on his meal plans.

• However that's not usually and issue, seeing that he wake up so much earlier then everyone else, beside Charlie that is.

• When everyone else does come down, he's usually in the kitchen drinking coffee, and listening to the radio, perhaps reading the paper to stat tuned to the latest ghastly news.

• When he is in a perticualr good book he would definitely make dinner/lunch for the rest of the hotel, more so just so he can show off.

[adacatlovelace]

Copying my reddit post here for greater visibility:

Im gonna spare you the gloom and doom of my own personal doubts, and simply reiterate the very real possibility that Valve, who has a very long history of neglecting TF2 will continue to not intervene.

Rather than say "Everything is fucked and TF2 is dead" Im here to offer a solution in the form of the kryptonite for bots and cheaters that has been in the game since it first launched: community servers.

However, this comes with a massive caveat: The current state of TF2 vanilla community servers isnt the best. With the introduction of Quickplay, many servers were starved of new players as Quickplay prioritized putting people into already massive server groups like Skial, and matchmaking only made things worse.

Now if you open the server browser youll mostly see the big server groups or servers that run something entirely differant than the vanilla game (VSH/Freak Fortress/Jailbreak) when it isnt just servers inflating their numbers with fake players or bots.

Thankfully, this is entirely fixable without Valve. While casual remaining in its near unplayable state there is a growing need for spaces to play the game that are moderated by actual humans who can simply kick and ban bots. Uncletopia and Lazypurples silly servers have been MASSIVELY sucessful simply by offering those spaces.

So how do YOU get involved in helping this? Three main ways:

A. Simply playing on community servers instead of casual. Community server population operates on a snowball principle, where empty servers stay empty and populated servers fill up.

B. If you have the resources, open your own community server. It may seem like a daunting task but the reward is being able to tailor a space for both yourself and others for the exact experiance you want out of the game, wheather thats sweaty tryhard, friendly messing around or somewhere between those two extremes. Theres also a MASSIVE amount of amazing maps out there that will likely never be added to tf2 that you can have a chance to play on.

C. Spread the word. Doing B is likely not in the cards for most people, but big name youtubers definitely have both the resources and influence to run at least ONE sucessful community server, and if even half them who have previously made videos step up to offer an alternative, TF2 will be in a MUCH better place than it is now. Alongside this, if you DO find a server you like, PROMOTE THEM. Let as many people as possible know there are alternatives to casual mode.

To reiterate, I am by no means saying give up on #FixTF2 Im simply offering a plan B in the form of #ReturnToCommunity

[jessysapphireblue]

One Piece Advent Calender Christmas

Door 25: CHRISTMAS!!!!

Yawning, you felt a strange force on you, making you groan before opening your eyes, blinking. The first thing you saw was your boyfriends crouch, which made you furrow your eyebrows and tilted your head back “Luffy?! What are you doing?”, you asked. “Oh! Morning J-AH!”, he lost balance and fell directly onto your wall, his pants now pressing into your cheek. “Luffy!”

“Sorry sorry”, he laughed and sat up, holding your Christmas sock in your hand. “Oops” “Bub, what did you do now?” “I wanted to give you something” “In my sock?” “Yeah! You got me a christmas card and cookies! And one of Namis mikans! So!” He shoved the sock into your hands and you looked inside. “You got me a Christmas card?” “Of course!” You dumped the socket out. Inside was a lot loose paper with some scribbles on it. “What are they?” “Coupons!”, he grinned and you picked them all up. Looking through them, you began to laugh.

“What?” “Lu, we do this every day” “I know!...I didn´t know what else to give you inside” “Well- I take the kiss one first”, you smiled and pressed a big kiss onto his lips. “shishishi! Soft” “Now come. It´s Christmas and we open up some presents” “PRESENTS!!!!”, he jumped up and dashed outside as you dressed up and walked outside, the rest soon coming. “PRESENTS PRESENTS!” The three idiots cheered loudly and all shook their heads at their antics. “As captain! I will hand out the presents!”, Luffy declared and grabbed one. “Who wants this?!” “THERE ARE NAMES ON IT!!!!”, shouted Nami and Luffy blinked. “Oh...ok. Eh...Sanji”

Soon the presents were given out and were being opened. You blinked at the 10 presents in front of you, not expecting one since your wish list had no material wish. “I love you all”, you said and they smiled. “And we love you”, Luffy hugged you from behind and Chopper your leg. “A whole bunch, Je! Thank you!” “Y-You guys I´ll die of cuteness” “What a nice death”, chuckled Robin. You got 2 books from Robin to read and an old recepy book from Sanji. “YES! I will try each single one out! These what don´t taste get Luffy” “Ok!”, he cheered and all laughed.

Nami got you a blue jewlery set and Chopper a holder for your virals. Usopp got you a drawn picture of the whole decorated Sunny in Christmas lights And Franky got you a shirt on it stood >Best little sister< with a star on it. Brook got you a bag of expensive tea and Jinbe got you a shell, shining just as bright as Somas scales. Zoro got you some scented Candles. “I didn´t know what else”, he groaned and you hugged him. “Thank you!” He smiled and patted your head and then came the small present from Luffy. Opening it, all gasped when they saw the ring, your eyes widen.

“Luffy-wha” “shishishi! It´s a promise ring! So that we stay together!”, grinning innocently, he pulled the ring out plus a chain that was around it. “My heart! I thought he-”, Sanji admitted. “We all! Hu”, Usopp breathed out. “And here I thought he would drop it”, stated Nami, making Jinbe and Brook laugh out. “That is Luffy”, admitted Franky. “Luffy would never commit himself to that”, yawned Zoro, all looking at him. “What?” “Ehm-” They showed you two off, hugging and pressing kisses to each other cheeks.

“My turn! my turn! Je, what is yours” “Oh I will-” “Nami, not today”, you smiled softly at her and she relaxed. “Just today. Tomorrow gives the double time” “A COAT!”, Luffy beamed and pulled the black coat out, the inside being red. “With a strawhat chain!!!!” he sparkled and pulled his jacket out, slipping the coat on. “HOW COOL I LOOK!” “Like a real emperor now”, admitted Robin. “Uh, it´s warm”, he admitted. “I used my magic on it. The inside keeps you warm but also cold, depending on the wheather”, you admitted. “I LOVE YOU!”, he declared and swooped you up under your butt. “I LOVE YOU ENDLESS! THIS IS AMAZING!” You chuckled and gave him a short kiss.

Once everyone opened their presents, you looked around. “Has anyone of you seen Soma?” “He said this morning that he was gonna get something and flew away”, admitted Chopper. “Yohohoho! And now, as musician, I would like to give you guys some Christmas carols. Special thanks to our muse here and I hope I do you justice with this. Merry Christmas, Goddess-san”, stated Brook and began to play Christmas carols, your heart warming at the sound of them.

The day was chaotic per usual but the Chaos felt so warm, warmer than usual and you were never more thankful for this crew, the friends, your family.

It was already evening before you could even blink, looking at the big tree with a soft smile as you were hugged from behind. “So this is Christmas?” “Yeah. How did you like it?” “We have to do this again! It was so much fun” “Indeed. Stressful perhaps but wonderful” The both of you laughed as “Luffy, I think you forgot one last wish!”, shouted Nami and Robin chuckled. “Ha?”, your captain looked at the crew. “Look up”, said Sanji with a whine. Both of you looked up. “A mistletoe”, you admitted, Robins devil fruit held the tinsel directly above your head. “What is this?”, asked Luffy. “It´s a tradition to kiss under it” ”Why?” “JUST KISS HER!”, all shouted and you laughed before pulling him in by his new coat and kissed him fully.

A little shocked, he quickly relaxed and kissed you back, his hands cupping your cheek and going full in. “How does he-”, nami began. “Fufufu~” “Oh boy. There will so be a baby here before we find the One Piece”, Usopp muttered. “BWAHAHAHHAHA!”, Franky cried fully. “Young love”, admitted Brook. “Our captain knows more than I thought”, smirked Zoro.

Pulling away, Luffy kept you close. “Can we do this every year? Kissing under this?Like this?” “As in our tradition?” “Yeah, for just the two of us. I like it”, beaming you laughed as the ship swayed suddenly. “WHOA!”, you all gasped as “SOMA!”, Chopper shouted as you saw the big head of your dragon. “Soma! Where were you?”, you asked and he dropped a gigantic pearl onto the deck.

“RICH I`M RICH YES!!!FINALLY!!!”, Nami jumped around the big pearl. “You mean Je is rich!”, Luffy stated..., “wait no. We”, he said and you laughed. “This crew now, yes. Thank you”, moving your hand you shrunk soma again but this time enough that he could freely jump around board, around the size of a panther. “Thank you, I love you too” Nudging against you, you smiled.

What a perfect christmas this was.

And with that, I end it. Thank you to everyone that stayed around these 25 days of my Calender. It was a fun time and I hope you enjoyed the reading with all of the strawhats. I wish all of you a Merry Christmas! Stay safe and healthy.

[ranposbabe]

Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Chapter 4

The breeze was soft. The sky was splattered with shades of a dull grey.

While others would find irritation in such wheather. It brought you comfort knowing you could find sanctuary in such loneliness out in nature.

But of course calmness cannot last forever.

“I’m sick of bringing you to this shit show of a field, y/n !”

“I’m perfectly capable of walking here.” You sigh, tugging at the cuff of your sleeve. “You needn’t stress yourself driving me here. Especially since I cannot recall ever asking you to.”

Your back is turned to him and yet this somehow irritates him more than your sly comments. The stream flows fast yet steady. It’s so steady. Unlike the buzzing.

“Well come on now. You can watch the piss stream flow by any day now let’s get going.” At that he slams the car door.

You don’t fasten your seat belt. Wanting to escape the car as quickly as possible.

You can’t help but wonder why your father wants to take you specifically to a case he’s involved with. For a while now, your fathers been sneaking around chasing this man that you have no interest to learn the name of who your father is certain is involved of handling drugs around the neighbourhood and apparently there’s a child involved.

Your father has been playing pretend friends with the man to gain information. You suppose he wants you to try and find signs of neglect since a young child is involved.

“Now I’m gonna talk to him in a separate room but while that’s happening you sneak round the living room but make sure you don’t search out the child, let the child come to you.”

You nod at his words more so for him.

You don’t need instructions from him.

Perhaps your father was still in his commander role since he always had to explain everything to his colleges that lack the average amount of brain cells.

The car pulls up to a small apartment complex that looked as if though it had been rotting for decades. Although you cannot speak as your apartment had also looked as if though it belonged in the slums.

“It’ll be fine.” Your father attempts to soothe you as if you were a child. Whatever impression you gave off he was surely mistaken. As per usual. “Get off.” You mutter, rubbing off imaginary dirt from your sleeve as you hurriedly walk right past him and into the slums.

“You know you can’t keep giving me the cold shoulder forever, y/n.” He states.

He walks far behind you as you sluggishly make your way up the dainty staircase.

“Is it because I didn’t invite you out drinking last week ?” You shake your head at the imbecile. You’re right. He is always behind you.

“Ah Mr l/n ! So great to see an old friend !” The door is already opened before you reach the top of the stairs. A drunken middle aged man stands theres his arms wide open and his face flushed a vulgar scarlet. Your father walks straight past you as the man barely manages to acknowledge you before limping his way back into the apartment.

Your father nods your way before him and the man walk of to some small room.

Slowly but surely you start to eye around. Your eye instantly catches the small scratches towards the end of the door.

Unless a stray had been around you doubt it was caused by an animal. As you step closer towards the corner of the room your nose scrunches up at the noticeable smell. Urine. Despite the tissues that out on the floor, it’s clear to you that there wasn’t much effort into wiping away the unhygienic area.

Hearing a slight shuffle behind you, you look back over your shoulders to discover a small girl no older than six hovering from side to side. Her mouth is slightly opened yet she doesn’t make a sound. The long sleeves hides any indication of bruising or markings. She holds a stuffed toy. Her head slightly tilts towards the wall to her left and it’s then you see the child’s piece of artwork.

Written in crayons, low on the wall displayed for all to see of such foul word that not only a child shouldn’t know but also shouldn’t be able to perfectly spell. There on the stained wall was the word.

WHORE

Somewhat amused, you crouch down before the shy girl pointing at the word.

“Is that suppose to be me ?”

Before you could analyse the girl further, both men walk out the room distant as per usual. Perhaps the young girl and you shared some in common.

“y/n.” He whistles, nodding back towards the door. Calling you as if you were a dog.

You rise as she rubs the toys stomach repeatedly almost as if she were agitated. She pats the bunny’s head. Wash. She wants in washed. “Next time I come here he will be as pretty as you.” You tell, taking the worn down toy from the girls tight hands.

At that you leave, not daring to look back at the young girl who now has nothing to clutch on to. Oh how you definitely shared more in common.

“Any thoughts ?” You father starts, already pulling out of the driveway. “Clearly he has been bringing prostitutes often.” You sigh.

“He makes sure the prositutes in bed yet not the child.”

“So what did you learn from him.” You attempt to have a conversation with him to somehow give the impression that you actually tolerate his company. However the mask does slip as he recalls you “eyeing towards heaven”

What lies.

“That needn’t concern you.”

Now whose giving the cold shoulder ?

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Chapter 2 of Revenge Can Hurt More Than the Person It's Aimed at - An Angsty Nygmobblepot x Reader Hurt/Comfort Fix-it Fic

Chapter 2: Comfort Before the Interview

<-Previous Chapter

Word count: 2996

Chapter summary: The next day, you try to be there for Oswald on the day of his big interview.

Warnings: canon betrayal (including gaslighting & intimidation) & poor mental state, a lot of angst (Oswald feeling miserable, fear of abandonment)

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Wow, I actually made a second picture just for this story?!

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The next morning there were no less than fourteen missed calls from Oswald on your phone but you couldn't reach his phone or landline.

You texted him, What is it,Oswald? Are you ok? and got dressed quickly.

When he finally called back, you immediately asked what was wrong.

He was incredibly anxious and hesitant, "It-it's nothing more than nerves. I've got that big interview today. You know the one. P-plus, I accidentally hit the button a few times when my hands were jittery. Silly me, haha. They still do that sometimes, out of Arkham or not." Oswald paused to catch his breath, "I-I would still greatly appreciate your presence, of course." He laughed with a shaky edge, and you instantly recognized the hidden desperation in it.

You mentally said your goodbye to the idea of finally seeing Ed again today.

I'm so sorry, something has come up. you wrote, then decided to add a little something to make Ed think about breaking off contact with Oswald:

Oswald really needs me. He hasn't been feeling well since you left. I hope we can talk about it.

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Ed left his phone in the car. Right now he had a mayor's reputation to damage. And what better way than to let him damage it himself?

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Since Oswald was almost running late, the car he sent drove you directly to City Hall.

On your way there, you kept checking your telephone but Ed hadn't responded yet.

Well, if he hasn't seen my message, maybe he doesn't have time after all.

Trying to distract yourself, you looked outside through the darkened windows and saw that you were arriving.

You quickly left the car, and marveled at the pleasant breeze of fresh air and the chirping of birds. The sun was even shining and bringing such a welcome warmth onto the streets of Gotham that you craned your neck to bask in it for a moment after looking for Oswald. He wasn't outside but he must have noticed today's wheather too, the completely unclouded blue sky. You smiled. Maybe it would cheer him up.

It was a beautiful day...counting only the weather.

You treaded to the entrance. As soon as you saw Oswald, your smile disappeared.

He looked terrible.

His head hung low as if he wanted to confront nothing but the floor, he was slouching and clinging to his cane, leaning to the side, dangerously close to tilting over.

Your footsteps made him jerk and look up with wide eyes. He called your name repeatedly, his voice hoarse and just as shaky as the rest of him.

"Oswald!" You approached him quickly so that he wouldn't have to walk over, and he welcomed you with open arms and hugged you firmly, indulging in your touch. His hands padded over your back, thankful for your presence.

"I'd say I missed you", you murmered close to his head, "but that might be a little over the top since we've only seen each other yesterday afternoon."

He didn't giggle as you'd hoped he would.

You pulled away, lightly tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Do you want to talk before the interview?"

He nodded eagerly, already turning away from the woman who was trying to get his attention, "Remember, Mr. Cobblepot, in 20 minutes-" She tried to sound nice but it was clear how stressed she was, especially when he wavd her off.

"Don't worry", you told her with sympathy, "I'll make sure he's there on time."

You hurried after Oswald and followed him to a secluded corner.

"Why did you call me?" You looked him over again. His hair was spiked as usual, if possibly a little greasy, but it might just be styling gel.

He looked at you with tired eyes, "What? What did you say?"

"Why you called me so many times." You put a hand to his shoulder, knowing that it usually calmed him down. "You seemed a bit off on the phone."

"Oh." He gaped and looked at you with wide sad eyes. "I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just that..."

No, he'd sound crazy saying it. He didn't want you to leave him too.

"I-it..." He gestured helplessly and looked down.

It was a pitiful sight: his need for you not to see him as pathetic translated into a pleading expression that made you want to take his hands into yours and look down at them instead of into his watery eyes to make him feel less observed.

Oswald's balled fists almost disappeared in his blazer, relaxing when he became aware of you looking at them.

When you touched the tips of his fingers probingly, he responded by tucking up his sleeves to give you more access, so you stroked over his hands soothingly, spotting bits of polish still clinging to his nails, as if he had forgotten about redoing them or removing the coat. This really wasn't his day, his week, really.

"You can tell me anything."

Oswald was looking down at your joined hands. Tell you? No, he decided. He had already told Ed that he loved him, and it had cost him their friendship.

Maybe what he should have done is confess to you both before that damned blonde woman whose name he still refused to pronounce correctly had-

"Ozzie?"

He came back to reality and noticed that he was clutching your hand too tightly.

"Sorry! Uh, I didn't mean to! I, uh..." He took his hands away but you caught them and gently brought them into yours again, "It's okay. Do you want to talk about it later?"

He shook his head. "It was just a nightmare. A very bad one."He sniffed and you searched in your pocket for a tissue and handed it to him. "What did you dream about? Only if you want to tell me, of course."

Oswald shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It just felt very real."

Perhaps that was the best way to put it. He was almost completely sure that he had seen the ghost of his father. There had been ghosts in the mansion before, Charles had told him so himself, so it wasn't too unrealistic that his own father appeared to Oswald, right? But if he had, who was the Birthday Boy? He had too many questions!

"Oswald?"

"Hm-what?" He had been absent again, hadn't he?

"Is something else bothering you? You can tell me. Whatever it's about. If you don't want to tell me the details, just tell me the core of what's concerning you, okay? You can also tell me all the details if you want to."

Tell you everything? Oswald wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Ed told me he wanted us to be more than friends, and for a moment I had the hope that he loved you too and that we could all be together forever, so I confessed but then he said it was all a misunderstanding, and now he's gone and I'm seeing ghosts. You ask me what's wrong but if I tell you about my father, you might see me as a madman and leave too, but if I tell you about Ed, I'll have to confess that I love you or else you'll think that I only love him. If I confess however, I will destroy the last shred of hope left in me!

"Oswald? It pains me to see you unhappy. I-I love you, you can trust me with anything."

'I love you' brought him out of the sea of unsaid words, "I-I love you too."

His words and expression full of honesty touched your heart.

He may never confess his love to you but at least you knew that he loved you as a friend.

In return he'd hear you say that you loved him too.

At this point you doubted whether you'd ever tell him. Thoughts raced through your head: you were well aware that he had no one else like you. Not since Ed left.

While Oswald wouldn't disdain you if your love wasn't reciprocated, in his current state he might think that you were only such a good friend because you wanted to make him fall for you.

You couldn't let that happen. You loved him and if supporting him meant not getting to find out whether your love was reciprocatdd, you'd keep it a secret. Maybe Ed would come back-no. If Ed came back and you confessed that you loved them both, he might distance himself from Oswald again.

Your attention was pulled to Oswald's hunched form, "I'm sorry, y-you shouldn't suffer because of me. It's...It's my father...a-and my mother, I miss them so much...", his eyes filled with more water, "and my duties as mayor, as well as the pending interview with such a famous figure, it's all just...I'm overwhelmed. I-" Tears fell down. "I don't know how to continue..." He looked down again, shaken in a bent position, and you gently padded his back and put your other hand on his arm.

"I'm here. I will support you", you said, soon feeling Oswald pressing into your body.

"Nhths mmnt", he muttered into your clothes.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing is permanent." He pulled back to look at you. "Everyone leaves me or dies a gruesome death eventually!"

This was Gotham. Betrayal and death were everyday occurrences.

"I won't leave you", you said, immediately regretting the stress on "I". You wouldn't ask him about Ed today, but eventually you'd have to ask.

"I'll stay by your side."

He stared at you with big eyes.

"And Oswald?"

"Yes?" He had stopped crying.

"Your parents would be proud of you. You're the mayor. Not just the way Aubrey James used to be, no, you've actually improved Gotham a lot! Not to mention how well you treat your friends."

There. You shouldn't have reminded him of Ed. His eyes were already watering again! Seeing them filled with tears of despair was heartbreaking.

"I love to be in your company," not a love confession but you wanted him to hear the word love again, "you care for those close to you and clearly do everything in your power to keep them happy", it was true: he had given Ed and you many a thoughtful gift, "and not to forget, your hugs are amazing!" You smiled. They really were.

"You have done so many things right and you're capable of continuing to do so. Maybe you don't know how to continue: so what? You're in a difficult position. Was mayor James the King of Gotham as well? No. Just being mayor is a huge responsibility on its own, don't forget that, Oswald. You're doing so much already."

You looked at him expectantly, searching his face for a sign of agreement.

His normally sharp hair streaks looked more greasy than styled today and dark make-up had gathered under his eyes, giving the normally fabulous-looking Penguin panda eyes.

"Ozzie?"

"What, d-yes?" He looked at you frightened. Did you know that he had just been about to call you "dear"? Perhaps you knew and didn't want to ask. Maybe you were like Ed. Uninterested.

"You...you asked for a next step. How about you go freshen up your make-up? Clear it up and wash the tears away? They smudged it a bit."

Honestly, you doubted whether all that had been smeared today, a part of it had already been smudged when you had welcomed him a few minutes ago.

"Looking better will give you more confidence for the interview. But in any case: don't worry, you've got this."

You looked him over to find something to compliment and your eyes landed on his purple tie with light blue flowers.

"Oh, and by the way: nice tie." You smoothed down his shirt collar a little, trying to make it look like mere gesturing. "Your fashion never disappoints." It was true. Not only was he a very handsome man but a well-dressed one.

When you saw that though he was no longer crying, he still looked sad, you squeezed his hand one last time and noted relieved that at least his hands were clean.

"Do you want me to wait here?"

Oswald lifted his head and attempted a smile, "No thank you, that's not necessary. You will be there for the interview though, won't you? It would be nice to have you there." This time his smile was more convincing.

"Of course I will be. Being with you is nice too."

Oswald's face lit up. He made sure to give you a smile, then went towards the staff's bathrooms.

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While Oswald was away you found a quiet corner on the floor the interview would take place in.

Figuring that you owed Ed more of an explanation, you opened your telephone and typed:

Hopefully you don't think I'm ditching you for Oswald. I just had to be there for him, this day is extremely important. He has an interview with Margaret Hearst, can you believe that?

I hope we can still meet :) When do you have time to spare? Just a quick heads-up: I don't know how the interview will go and if it doesn't Oswald, might need someone to be there for him, and well, we know how much trust he puts in other people, right xD?

Thinking about those last two letters brought back memories of a happier time. If Oswald wasn't so troubled today, you might've even smiled. Now you were frowning.

"What does 'xD' stand for?" Ed had asked you one day.

"Oh, it's for laughing", you had explained, "The 'D' is the mouth."

"And the 'x' for...?"

"For when you laugh so hard you close your eyes."

"Who laughs like that?" Ed didn't have many experiences with making people laugh. At him, yes, but not because of his jokes. "I mean who would think closed eyes are more probably than open ones and make the eyes, say...a colon?"

"Probably people outside of Gotham. Trust is hard to find here."

Ed had laughed at that.

The memory dissolved your frown. It was a very happy one.

On that same evening, Ed had made a hilarious comment and you and Oswald guffawed, the latter's eyes flitting between Ed's and yours, saying that anymore laughing and he'd land on the floor all helpless.

Then someone important called and Oswald tried to calm down and closed his eyes to distract himself, giggling for a good minute.

Ed and you shared wide knowing smiles. Oswald trusted you both, trusted you enough to show his true emotions in front of you, to laugh so hard he almost fell to the floor, and to close his eyes, fully trusting you not to stab him.

In another city it might have sounded like little but in Gotham it more than a lot of people could say. It had been everything until something had happened. Only a very bad thing could have disunited the two. The thought made your muscles tense.

You checked the time: Oswald would have to hurry, he only had about eight minutes left. Margaret Hearst was already getting angry.

She was acting as if her time was more precious than his. A huff escaped you. As if the hard-working mayor of Gotham owed her his full attention, as if he didn't already have enough stress in his life. She knew nothing about him!

Oswald had fought hard for his place, lost and rebuilt it. He lost his mother and continued to believe in the power of love, ignoring what Ed had initially said: that love was a weekness for people like Oswald and him.

This made you think again: after meeting Oswald and you, Ed hadn't mentioned this opinion on love again. On the contrary: he had used Oswald's mother to motivate the kingpin frequently, and thrived in the time you three had spent together, at least until Isabella's death.

You looked at Ed's name on your phone, imagining how he felt now that his second chance at love had died. Maybe that was the reason he hadn't texted back yet.

Suddenly you became aware of a familiar walking pattern. Oswald was back, walking over quicker than he had before.

You figured you shouldn't distract him with the notion of Ed, so you quickly shut the phone and gave him your full attention.

He had wiped off most of the smudged mascara and wasn't as bent over anymore.

"Hey, you look good! How are you feeling?"

Oswald stepped closer, "Better, thank you. You look good too, by the way." Much better than him. He looked to the ground, then grew cold from shock. There were footsteps, muddy ones: like those of someone risen from their grave.

He tensed and tried not to make the change too obvious. He needed to investigate this on his own.

"What is it?" You tried to turn to look at the spot he was staring at but his frantic movements distracted you.

"I..uh, there-being here isn't, uh...I need to..." His voice wavered, "I still have a few minutes left, right?"

"Y-yeah, six. Should I accompany-"

"-no!" He gaped at you, shocked at the mere idea of it, then  "No," now less panicky, but avoiding your eyes, "that won't be necessary. I need...There's something that needs to be done." He hurried off.

You frowned letting him go, but stopping him would only compromise his timetable. Instead of going after him, you went around the room to check that everything was as comfortable as it could be for him: a chair at the right height, artificial lighting not too warm, you even put a new glass of water on the table next to his chair just in case it was poisoned.

It seemed like everything was ready for a good interview.

Until you he returned and you saw how feeble he looked. _____________________________________

Author's note: Me, nearly crying: I want Ozzie to have comfort in this episode but for that there needs to be hurt 😢😭

Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series 😙

->next chapter (chapter 3)

[inspectorcunt]

Honestly wondering if the new trends related to the female gaze could have a theorical base beyond what the Male Gaze does not want. It is rethorical as you keep womans thinking about males desires wheather is to fullfill it or to neglect it. Let people be people. And if you are willing to start a trend let the trend be the trend without trying to sell it as a revolution that is still gathering its clues from the previos stated norm.

[fairydust-stuff]

Rewatch of Heathers 2018 aka Peathers Episode 4

I haven't seen a lot of positive about this show. So I'm going to make some posts about the things that are good here. For each episode.

We see Heather Duke pull Kurt into the bathroom. Then explain they only broke up with him to appease Heather C.

While, I don't give a crap about Heather D x Kurt at all. ( their just not interesting and make no sense. ) Its toxic because Heather Duke mostly bullies him but its not a compelling kind of bad.

But at least Duke has some conflict because they like Kurt but Heather Chandler doesn't want Heather Duke to date some jock. Its weirdly posessive but never goes into full on ship tease catagory. Its highlighted here that Heather Duke is trying to have their cake and eat it to by secretly seeing him.

After some JD & Veronica hook up stuff nothing interesting there and Veronica standing up Betty.

We see, A student named Brianna Parker is shown looking sadly at her empty wallet in front of the suicide tee shirt merchandise. The Heathers are selling, before running off near tears.

The next scene shows Parker in a trailer where we hear people shouting. Someone is passed out on the couch. Suggesting Parker has a bad home life and lives in poverty.

This clever bit of context reveals that some of the students who have reasons to be depressed cann't even afford the merch.

The next scene shows Parker proudly wearing a suicide t shirt she made herself. The other students, mock and belittle her for being unable to afford a new one.

She is stunned thoughout the day and attempts suicide by throwing herself from the bench into the circle of football players during the game.

This scene showcases the hypocracy of the anti suicide campign. It being valued for being new and expensive and trendy rather then its message.

Even the teachers conclude she should of tried to kill herself weeks ago to spare Ram the football player. Since no one will think its cool if the poor kid does it.

This bit of insensative dialog sounds like something that would come out of the Heathers movie even in the 80's.

It also shows the tv show did its homework in terms of showcaseing the pretending to care about suicide for clout theme that was always there in the franchise.

Parker wearing a knock off version of her merch causes Heather Chandler's brand to be tainted with her posters being covered over in the background to drive the point home.

She confronts Parker in the bathroom " Transfer to Washington, transfer to Jefferson. Because your future at Westernberg is as useless as your legs."

Lizzy the froster care girl Heather Chandler adopts to replace Heather N actually calls the Heathers out. Pointing out she lives in a bubble to the point she doesn't understand poor kids like Lizzy and Parker. " We cann't help that we're poor kinda like you cann't help the fact your overweight."

This class divide as highlighted by Lizzy is further stressed by Heather Duke stateing at one point earlier in the scene, " Just a case of the poor girl, trying to copy the ritch kids and failing miseribly." It also highlights the obliviousness of the Heathers due to being wealthy.

Heather Chandler takes Lizzy aside and is clearly confused at being at the other end a social justice tirade. To which Lizzy implies Heather taught her to call out injustice.

Its kinda ambiguious as to wheather Lizzy is sincere about her empathy for Parker, but it is also obvious she, is trying to manipulate the situation for popularity points. ( I think she does feel compassion for her honestly but she wanted to undermine Chandler).

Side note, Lizzy she seems to have some Heather Duke movie traits. She comes off as timid and being implied to have endured abuse in the past with her saying she learned to apply foundation to cover up the bruises. Also she manipulates her way slowly into the spotlight.

Heather Chandler threats to reveal Veronica and JD nearly killed her. As she needs a new angle if her " I am Suicide" thing doesn't work. By revealing she got JD on tape at her house.

Next scene is Heather Duke rubbing Heather Chandler's shoulders while trying to persade her, their completely loyal. Ok I take it back about their dynamic not being shippy! Dam!

At first Heather C is a little off put by it, but then she lets Heather Duke keep touching her shoulders. While argueing they can take down Lizzy for her. (Seriously, why cann't this be our toxic queer ship?) She agrees but warns Duke if they screw up, their in big trouble.

Cut to veronica monolaging about how America even packaged Teen suicide all pretty. A line that speaks for itself.

Meanwhile Heather Duke slips a note into Lizzy's locker implying Rem will kill himself because of her. Which causes everyone to gush about how lucky she is . With Lizzy playing it up for sympathy points.

Showing how suicide at Westernberg high has been offically romantsized.

Heather C lights a fire in the trashcan and walks off while Heather Duke watches her nervously afraid what she'll do to them.

Then Betty is revealed is put on the trail of realizing Veronica killed the third member of their friend group when they were kids. With her presenting her findings to JD.

JD goes along with it to try and kill her.

Meanwhile Heather Duke has Kurt break up with them because their too mean.

Duke gets Kurt to admit Heather Chandler wrote his lines for him. Then says Duke will end up alone if they continue to treat people badly.

While he's not wrong Kurt is kinda hypocritical here because one, He hung out with Rem and Ram who still bully people and sing chants about killing babies.

Also he let Duke's emotional abuser write his break up lines for him.

( I need to write a post on 2018 reboot Heather C and Heather D's dynamic one day, because its a lot).

So Betty kicks JD's butt six ways from Sunday. I'm not personally fond of this choice because JD is supposed to be dangerous. They already have him failing all, but one murder.

It kinda takes away from his threat factor. This version of him is already super rediculous. So this is just even more of a downgrade. I think I see what their trying to do parody JD, by making him super pathadic, but the problem is the story also wants you to see him as threat. Its like seriously writers you should of just picked a lane.

Tension rises between Veronica after she saves JD's ass. With her being pissed that he didn't tell her, he was going to kill Betty.

Veronica crashes the car to give him an alibi while musing "JD showed his true colors tonight its time I showed mine."

[theoraclefish]

2055 a time of peace and tranquility. Advancements in technology allow for the manipulation of earthly environments and a start of replication of resources which is currently a slow and exhausting process, but is a reality.

Unity is a common sight between all countries including their organisations and informatioas well as allowed acess to share resources, however under the surface these countries are still trying to one up each other and prepare for disastrous situations should they appear.

28th of September something unexpected happened, as German super computers picked up messages that came from a unknown source hypothesised to be far out in space. These messages automatically translated themselves to the appropriate language, as it was originally just jargon and the message states that a war was coming and humans had to prepare.

In typical human fashion the Germans ignored the message as some prank even though they had no idea how it was sent to their top secret super computers and went on with their lives as if nothing had happened.

October 1st was just a typical day before at approximately 5:47 pm above New York City a  hailstorm of burning balls fell and knocked down, as well as, went through buildings as if they were composed of paper. Things exploded, people were crushed and fear was at a all time high.

After this day now known as " The wipe " humans constructed several rockets and worked even harder on the advancement of technologies particularly in relation to interplanetary travel, living and weaponry. 

Now during the year 2070 multiple organisations have been created, however the biggest were three organisations known as the MMF aka Mighty Military Federation, The IPEF aka Inter-Planetary Exploration Force and the TUR aka Tinkerers Utopia Revolution.

Unfortunately, during the mid 2080s a experiment involving the rapid growth of organic and non-organic material led to a outbreak of what is now called the "Active Flesh" and it contaminated 90% of the planet and caused humanity to evacuate off the planet and go colonise other planets as well as build homes in the vastness of space.

Currently the earth has a crimson red asthetic that causes trees to bloom with red leaves and drip with deathly liquid. The sky is no longer a freedom blue, but a ominous bloody colour. The buildings are torn, the cities desolate and the world coverd in meaty substances and pulsing mass.

Organisations:

MMF

The MMF (Mighty Military Federation) is a collection of military personal across the globe who work together to build up a army of soldiers capable of utilising deadly weaponry, handling advanced suits and piloting a plefra of environmental and space worthy vheicles.

The MMF also work on creating a global defence system to protect the earth from outside threats such as asteroids or intelligent threats such as alien races that are not so peaceful, however the MMF is by no means perfect and has a high level of corruption involved which has lead to the deaths of nunerous innocent people.

Nowadays they are still a relatively large organisation who after the events of the "Active Flesh" have become more obsessed with weaponry, defences and offensive means of wiping out all foes wheather organic or non-organic. Their obessesion takes them beyond human rights and into some rather dark places.

Their headquarters is located on the earths moon and is in terms of design a large castle like structures made up of various metals. It is codenamed the "armoury" as it houses multiple weapons and alien technology all designed for destruction in different ways.

IPEF

The IPEF (Inter Planetery Exploration Force) is a organisation consisting of anyone whoes goal is to travel beyond the earth and see what lies in the great cosmos. The organisation is both global with connections across the globe and also interstellar , as they have bases on planets such as the moon, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Saturn and Venus.

The organisation focus on ship construction, planetery base construction and management of resources found from the planets. They are a peaceful organisation to other humans and other alien species however any planets that have other alien species that are hostile are colonised and controlled via cooperation with the MMF to provide the backup needed to gain control.

They combined both human creativity and alien technologies to advance inter-steller related technologies, however it can be said they are more focused on the cosmos instead of humanity and so are not as well liked by the public.

After the "Active Flesh" incident they continued towards their goals and seemed to be the ones who least cared about the many victims of the "Flesh" instead just continuing with their work.

Their headquarters is a large vessel with massive thrusters on the back and a sharp front. It has a silver, grey and black design. It simply floats through space and just in case has a few weapons that can be seen attached to numerous spots across the vessel. The ship is known as the "Architect".

TUR

The TUR (Tinkerers Utopia Revolution) are a organisation of anyone who wants to focus on the earth instead of any space related matters. They are smaller in terms of resources and connections, however they make up for it with grit and focus allowing them to create technologies on par with the MMF and IPEF.

They work on robotics, vheicles, housing and machineries linked to things like management, farming, construction etc. They are the main reason humans can do work much faster than ever before and allow for easier as well as safer options when it comes to dangerous jobs or tasks that require complex solutions.

They often cooperate with the IPEF who provide resources to the TUR in exchange for their advanced robotics and so both parties are in a win win situation.

After the "Active Flesh" scenario the TUR went through a rough patch and disbanded for a while, however recently the TUR has in secret been slowly building up their organisation once more and have settled on Mars where they've decided to focus on creating relationships and managing things related to other alien races. These relationships can involve trading, housing, establishing ways of travel such as jump gates etc and bringing all species together in a unified manner.

They do also still work on improving humanities ability to work and live, as well as, providing things that humans may need as there are many issues that presented themselves after the "Active flesh" event.

[words-n-stuff-for-me]

"Insert r/IAm14AndThisIsVeryDeep title pertaining to the text" (Spoiler alert: its about me wondering)

    I tend to start of my prompts with the phrase “Sometimes I wonder…” I wonder if this is just an excuse to think about the world around me instead of acting on it. I wonder if anything I do would really amount to anything so therefore I just think. Never act.

    Never just do something, be afraid. Petrified that once again my ambitions, aspirations, and goals will fail. That I will once again fall into a hole that I refuse to dig myself out of. To never return to the surface in fear that the surface harbors all my problems. To ignore the shovel I used to dig myself down and to instead look at the “What ifs?” and “Whys” that plaugue my mind everytime I step outside

         I wish I could stop wondering. I wish I could enjoy the work, enjoy the monotonous nature of life in pursuit of some kind of normalcy. To be able to force myself to fit into the mindset everyone else seems to be faking their way through. I wish I could just exist in this world and instead of wondering.

         Just do it. Such a simple phrase, yet it entails so much. Ignore your preoccupations in pursuit of something. Take every bit of willpower you have left and go for it. Just do it. Just fucking do it.

         My mother would often take my claims of not being able to do something as a lack of volition. My complaints of how being able to do things on my own really amounted to a lack of responsibility. While she may have been right on some aspects I find myself really wondering wheather or not it really is that.

         I honestly think that my ability to do things lies in the reality that I have no intrest doing the things everyone else is doing. I don’t want to submit to some notion that money is everything. That my life is already planned for me. Get a job, work till you cant and hopefully you can retire and enjoy life. Sacrifice your time, energy, soul into a task so that you may soon enjoy the fruits of life. Make some friends and keep them.

         Do something for society. I hate that idea. I never chose to be on this earth, I never consented to being apart of this rat race. When I came out the womb there wasn’t a contract I had to sign stating how I need to be. How I need to conform.

         No, I came out the womb crying. Grasping for air and wanting to be held. I come out the womb scared and unsure of who I was. Feels like ive stayed that way since then.

         So I wonder, instead of acting. I wonder instead of doing, pursuing, living because at this point. Ive thrashed around aimlessely and have gotten nowhere.

[jmshearer]

Passing Thoughts On: Elon Musk's Twitter

Well, this certainly is a spot, isn't it?

I'm sure by now, most folks reading this know that Twitter's not in a good way any more, and it's largely due to Elon Musk's decision to go through with buying the damned thing, wheather or not he wanted to. As I sit and reflect on it, this is something a lot of folks I follow kinda saw coming a mile away, and for the most part, they were saying it was going to basically wreck the site. From the looks of things, they were right on that.

A good many of them are on their way to other social media sites because of that. For at least two that I can think of, it's a move that's been hastened along by Elon letting his good buddy Donnie Boy come back to the site. It's a sentiment I'm inclined to agree with, of course. From what I've seen over the last couple weeks, things are really not going so swell for Twitter, to the point that it might not be a thing come this time next week.

With that in mind, am I planning on leaving Twitter myself? Yeah, eventually, if only because I must. In the near term, I'll still be there awhile, mostly because I'm not sure where I'm gonna go once I do leave Twitter for whatever reason. I'm on a few other social sites, so I've got options, which is good.

There's only a handful that I'm going to advertise here, for now, because there's a couple that I want to keep more or less private, at least for the time being. For now, though, here are the ones I am going to advertise:

My YouTube Channel: This is where my JMShearer Tries and Coffee Time videos go, but there's also quite a lot of other stuff I do there that's mostly just me passing time between shifts at work and on days off. A bit of a content warning, mind you: there's some content there that's at least potentially questionable as a result, and some of it is even my own. There's also a fair amout of NSFW stuff outside of my own work

My Tumblr page: Another place that's about a third my own stuff and two thirds sharing other people's stuff. There's also a fair chance of finding NSFW material there, as well. I don't post as much to Tumblr as much as I do other places.

Blogger: Probably the place you're reading this, because it's where I post the biggest majority of my written work. Most, of not all, of the content here is my own work. I would consider most of it safe for work as well, but that's just my assessment of my own work, so it might be wise to read all this stuff with a cautious eye.

Mastodon.social: @JMichaelShearer@mastodon.social or @JMichaelShearer@mastodon.social . Pretty much the same handle as the one I use on Twitter. There's not much there yet, so I can't say for sure what the content's going to be like. I'm going to need some time to figure out how this one works, as well.

And that's the list, for now. Things are in more of a state of flux now than they have been lately, so it's hard to say how all this is going to play out. I'm not sure where I'm going to wind up, exactly. There's still a handful of folks I follow on Twitter who's plans I don't know for sure. I'm planning on following them once I know where they're going, but as of this writing, I don't know that yet.

If you're following me on Twitter, here's a short list of other places to find me if things go south as quickly as it sounds like it might. If you're following me or know me other places, see you there, and I hope this list helps some.

Until next time, stay safe out there. See you around, if I don't get a chance to say it later.

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As noted above, this is also on my Blogger page. I'll be sharing the link from that in case this version doesn't come through the way I think, soon as it goes live.

[miscellaneous--bones]

mmm..

[descriptionator]

I’m not Jewish so I don’t know if any part of this is problematic. Image description under the break.

[Image description:

The three Israels

Am Yisrael

The Nation of Israel

In the Torah we read the story of Jacob, who wrestles an Angel and is re-named Israel, which means “One who wrestles with G-d”. (Side note, this refers to the deity. It is censored because it’s taboo to use his name in vain).

The Jewish people are known as The Nation of Israel, the people who wrestle with G-d.

This is an ancestral and historical name for Jews, far pre-dating 1948

Jews often use the phrase, “Am Yisrael Chai” to refer to the resilience and survival of the Jewish people.

This use of Israel appears within the Torah as well as many sacred and non-sacred Jewish texts.

Eretz Yisrael

The physical land

This refers specifically to the physical land referenced in physical texts. Certain Jewish holidays and traditions are Intrinsically tied to the land and its natural cycles [Tu B’Shevat, etc].

These beliefs are historic and ancient but are still distinct from the modern political state.

Conflating the ancient understanding of the land with the modern ethnostate is a fallacy.

Medinat Israel

The modern political state

This specifically refers to the modern political entity established in 1948.

This modern political state is what people think of when they hear the term Israel, despite the modern state being the youngest of the three.

The political state does not and has never represented all Jews.

The conflation of these three concepts is intentional as it serves a variety of political interests.

Is The Distinction Important?

Yes

It is unequivocally important to not conflate Jews with the modern political state of Israel, despite the pressure from both antisemites and certain Jews to do so.

Biblical texts do not refer to Medinat Israel within them, but the conflation allows people to use the biblical texts to their advantage.

Take for example, Evangelical Christian Zionist Preachers who use the line from Numbers 24:9 and Genesis 12:3

“Blessed is everyone who blesses you, O Israel, and cursed is everyone who curses you.”

“I will bless those who bless you. And curse the one who curses you. And all the families of the earth shall bless themselves by you.”

These do not refer to the modern state. But these same pastors unabashedly promote antisemitism in the same breath; using their support for Medinat Israel as cover because genuinely caring for Jews is antithetical to their beliefs.

(Trigger warning: Antisemitism)

Antisemite John Haggie, who founded Christians United For Israel (the largest Zionist organization in the USA), posted

“As Christmas approaches, think about what (G-d) has given us through the Jews—Jesus, the prophets, Scripture. Think about what Israel has given the world— cellphone, technology, computer software, medical aid. Think about what you can give to bless the Jewish people. Wheather it’s donating to CUFI, signing the Israel Pledge, or just sharing this status, we owe it to the Jews to share material blessings.”

The conflation here of Jews (Am Yisrael) and the state of Israel (Medinet Israel) is clear. Support Israel, no matter the cost, no matter how much you hate and revile living Jews.

Hagee also preached that Hitler was a ‘hunter’ sent to gather the Jews in Israel.

John Hagee was recently invited to speak at a pro-Israel rally

Examples of the Harms of conflation

Antisemites use the “Israel loophole” as a means of continuing their antisemitism and wrecking havoc on Diaspora Jews… “I can’t be antisemitic! I support Israel!”

The “Israel loophole” is how antisemitic legislation is passed by the same people choosing to send billions of dollars in aid to Israel.

The conflation also causes misinformation and misunderstandings to spread about Judaism and the Jewish people.

Conflating all Jews with Israel allows people (Jewish and non-Jewish) to attempt to revoke Jews of their Jewish Identity when their politics do not “fall in line”.

“While Churches, miniseries and para-church organizations like CUFI can provide these ‘blessings’, for the vast majority of Christian Zionist, the easiest way to ‘bless’ Israel is through financial gifts they give to the larger organizations, or by simply receiving an email from groups like the ‘Daughters of Zion Prayer Network’ that reminds them to pray for Israel during times of internal or external crises.

Christian Zionists are not only donating millions to causes in Israel through CUFI, they are also lobbying the US Government to maintain its annual aid of over $3 billion to Israel, despite a depressed economy and constant calls to rein in Government spending.” End ID]

This post was voted on by our Patreon.

The first version of this was posted in 2020, back in the very start of our page. It was an important primer then and it is again now.

In any good English 101 course, you are taught to define terms before writing the rest of your paper. Understanding how misinformation is spread through conflation, confusion, and intentional ambiguity is vital and necessary.

As we have, in the last months, been exploring Christian Zionism on our page, we've seen the comments run into issues of confusion on this very topic.

[bajishoe]

Nightmare -Tokyo Revengers Imagine

characters: Baji and Chifuyu

genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: Nightmares, tears, vague mentions of death.

Requests? Send it here!

Baji:

You’d wake up in the middle of the night, panting, all scared.

You’d fidget for about 10 minutes before finally picking up your phone and dailing the number of your lover.

Having him as a gang leader always had you on edge.

For now all you needed was reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere.

He told you to call him if anything ever happened. Even if it was minor.

You’d start to contemplate wheather calling him this late at night would just set him off.

Just as you were about to hang up, he picked up.

“Who the fuck is calling at fucking 4 a.m?” He growled with his groggy voice.

What else could you expect? You just ruined his precious sleep.

“i-i’m sorry, we’ll talk at school, babe.” You said and hung up.

You looked around the room to find smth that will take your mind off of the horrible nightmare.

—

Meanwhile, Baji sat up straight immediately when you hung up.

He didn’t check who was calling, but if he knew it was you then he would dial down on the rudeness.

Now he was worried sick because he got alarmed by the panicked state of your voice.

He knew almost immediately that smth was srsly bothering you. if you called Baji, that’s all he needed to come running to your aid no matter how small the problem is.

and so he did. he ran out of his house, heading straight to yours he left a note for his mom incase he didn’t come home by sunrise. he didn’t care to change cuz it’s just you. plus, he has a bunch his clothes at your place.

it took him like 5 minutes to get to your place by his bike. he got in through your window, searching for you instantly.

only to find you curled up against your headboard, tears streaming down your face.

he felt his breath hitch. never did he ever want to see you cry. not that your should hide your tears from him.

he took off his shoes and sat infront of you, trying to analyse the situation.

he was surprised that you didn’t even notice him till now. you must be in deep thought for that.

before you could have a panic attack, he bent forward and gently blew at your feet, trying not to startle you while making his sudden presence known to you.

You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“K-Kei..?”

He smiled at you a bit.

“You called.” He took a look at your trembling figure. “Is it okay for me to touch you right now?” He asked with hopeful eyes.

you nodded, yearning for his touch now that he was so close.

He immediately pulled you in, gently, as you sobbed on his shoulder, gripping him tight as if he’d drift away like in your dream.

he waited for you to calm down patiently as he rubbed your back assuring you that he’d wait for you.

when you calmed down, he pulled away an wiped your tears, cupping your face.

“You okay now, babe?”

You nodded.

“yeah, i’m feeling better. thank you.” You said, hanging your head low, feeling embarrased that he had to see that side of you.

he said nothing, just pulled you close once again and kissed your head.

“tell me what’s wrong.” he said with a gentle voice.

you felt yourself tear up again just by recalling the horrible dream, but you told him nonetheless.

after hearing it, he just laid down on your bed.

“i’ll stay right here. no bad dream is a match for me. i’ll beat the crap out of anything that makes my love sad.” he said pumping a playful fist in the air, thinking you needed a change of atmosphere.

“c’mere, silly.” pulled you down to lay beside him as he cradled your figure.

“if you feel any sort of discomfort, please wake me up.”

you nodded as he pecked your forehead and called it a night.

Chifuyu:

You guys didn’t live really far. In the same building infact.

So when you got this horrible nightmare, your first instinct was to see him. See if he was okay.

you took a minute to calm yourself down, wiping your own tears, before getting up, taking a pillow with you to chifuyu’s place.

You just got to his door when you started to rethink your decisions. There’s no way he’s still up at 3:30 A.M.

So you just opted to sit in the hallway, with your back against the wall beside his door, pulling your pillow towards your chest.

No matter how much you wanted to distract yourself, you just couldn’t stop thinking about the incident.

So you thought, if Chifuyu’s awake, he might answer his phone. So you took out your phone and pressed on his contact, holding your phone against your ear.

After a few rings, he picked up.

You forgot that he was a light sleeper.

“Baby?”

You stayed silent, just relieved to hear his voice once again.

you didn’t notice that tears started to flow from your eyes until your breath hitched.

He knew immediately that you were crying.

“I’m coming over, baby. Stay strong for me just for a bit, please.” He said with ragged breaths since he scurried off of bed and dashed for the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he spotted your figure and kneeled down in front of you.

“Hey? Y/n?” He said with a quiet voice, hating the fact that you were breaking down like this.

You looked at him with wide eyes, ultra relieved now that he was infront of you. breathing. alive.

“Ch-Chifuyu?” You reached out to him and he took your hand, placing it on his cheek.

“I’m here, baby.”

Would close in on you slowly, not wanting to scare you.

Embraces you and rocks you back and forth.

“What happened, love?”

“Nightmare.” You said as you buried your tear stained face in shoulder.

“It had something to do with me?”

You gulped and nodded.

“I’m here, baby. I’m right here.” He decided mot to push you into talking about it any further.

“I’m going to carry you now.” He gave you a fair warning before lifting you up in his arms, taking you inside.

He set you down on his bed, kneewling infront of you.

“I’ll get you some water.”

He’s willing to do anything just to provide at least a bit of comfort.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked as you sipped the water.

“Yeah..Thanks.” You looked at him once more, teraing up.

“I’m sorry..it just felt so so real. i can’t get it out of my head.”

“Don’t worry about it, love. I’m right here. Just rest easy. I’ll be right here, by your side.” He said as he laid you down along with himself.

He kissed your forehead saying, “nightmares be gone”

That caused you to giggle a bit.

“There she is.. That’s my baby” He smiled at you.

“You don’t have to worry about me, baby. I’ll be here to protect you whenever you need me.” He kissed your hand.

“I love you. now get some sleep, babe.”

He was sleeping soundly by your side and even the slightest of your actions would wake him up. Not that he was complaining. He just wanted to make sure you were okay.

they’re my babies 😭😭

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