#who needs postapocalyptic world anyway not me

[mint-ty]

Jan not surviving zombie apocalypse is not because he's slow. It's because he's a mathematician and he quickly calculated it's really not worth trying

[algandarsplaguepositive]

It's been a long time since I've posted a pharaoh's prophecy but this dream was too interesting to not write down.

It started off I was in some game that I thought was for the Wii but it turned out to be for the Switch. In the game there were certain areas in colour you could go freely but if you wandered into the grey area (which was dubbed the Plane of Nonexistence), something bad would happen. There was some clingy pixie, who didn't want me to leave, chasing me in the colour area and I was told something bad would happen if they followed me into the grey--like a giant phantom train would chase you or something.

The thing is, you COULD go into the grey, it was just a bad idea to linger for too long otherwise enemies would supposedly show up but I needed to briefly cross into the grey to get to the area where I was supposed to go to play some tune to make the pixie stop chasing me.

I eventually found there was a way to cut through the map to jump right to the tune-playing area without going through the grey. After I realised that, I got curious and decided to venture into the grey anyway.

The grey was just like the colour realm but much for gritty and postapocalyptic looking--and actually more sepia and brown once you actually got inside it. There were other people there just running around, playing. A bunch of them were diving into a pond of muddy water. I was already swimming in the water but wanted to go up to take a dive.

I climbed up but before I could dive, the pond was nearly empty and at the bottom was a damp day of show sheet for a concert (I think it was Avril Lavigne or some early 2000s alt rock band) but the show was going on in the colour realm so we all went to the area where the concert was supposed to begin until we realised that we were still in the gritty, grey realm and that the realm had somehow expanded to where colour once was. That was until we realised that it was called the Plane of Nonexistence for a reason and that there was also a reason we were told not to linger too long there.

There were no monsters--it was just regular people who had wandered in and stayed for too long and thus revoked their right to exist in the real world (i.e. the colour realm). The pixie with separation anxiety from the beginning was in the real world, not understanding where you when.

[knuckleduster]

talking abt all the books i read this year:

(chronological order of when i finished them)

CMBYN by André Aciman: didnt expect to like this bc everyone was a hater abt the movie and even people who like the movie say the book isnt as good but i actually really enjoyed it. the age gap is there and you can have opinions abt that. it starts out very boring and slow imo but gets a lot better later on. ending is great. think a lot of people get this wrong bc theyre reading it as a romance which it is not

Dept. of Speculation by Jenny Offill: really liked this one. love a failing marriage. really peculiar style that really appealed to me

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters: its detransition baby of course i liked this one. was not what i expected it to be at all but was great

Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi: again its persepolis everyone likes persepolis

Infect your Friends and Loved Ones by Torrey Peters: not at all like detransition baby, very good anyway. pretends to be a postapocalyptic story, really isnt abt that

Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart: very dark and very graphic but also like very moving and ultimately even a bit hopeful, got completely absorbed by this one

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez: its a classic for good reasons. actually pretty funny in places. i picked up a second hand copy of the dutch translation from the 80s or whatever and i feel like you should be reading this on the yellowed pages of a shitty paperback

Great Expectations by Kathy Acker: totally insane totally fun and totally world changing. you need to open yourself up to this way of writing or you will not enjoy it or even like. get it. i love it tho, completely changed my view of what literature could be

The Days of Abandonment by Elena Ferrante: this took me a few tries to get into properly but when i did i loved it. once again a failing marriage and cheating and divorce from a female perspective which is my favorite but this also presents a pretty unique take on it with how insane everything gets

Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-Joo: this feels really short, even compared to some of the even shorter works on here. absolutely a good read tho, but i feel like the more familiar you are with feminism and south korean culture the less you'll get out of this (i am not very familiar with south korean culture)

the Bells of Bruges by Georges Rodenbach: a classic of course. very boring first part, entertaining second part and fully insane third part. was an essential read for my trip to Bruges

Luster by Raven Leilani: this was so good. i have not stopped thinking abt the scenes in the morgue at any point. also once again marriages of course

Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen: not what i expected but still very interesting. have not seen the movie but now i feel like i should

[himbeereule]

It just occured to me that three and a half months is actually an insanely short development time for the scope of this demo. Don't get me wrong - I'm not backpedaling on the announced release date (yet), it's definitely doable within two weeks - but still.

Due to all the holes in my brain (sorry again for the frequent personal traumaposting on here) my usual workflow consists of crunching for 3-4 days (and the nights inbetween) and then being paralyzed for a few weeks getting absolutely nothing done, so it's kind of insane that I managed to finish so much since starting in October.

As for progress: planned scenes have expanded a fair bit, what's missing is the RO interactions (haven't been in the right mind to write anything positive lately) and the first battle scene. Everything's already mapped out in detail though, I just need to write it in non-wiki form. Coding-wise, I'm currently finishing up (yay!), just the wardrobe is still looking a bit empty (apart from headwear) due to research taking up a lot of time.

Also:

I've had a lot of ideas for my second, as of yet unnamed project, which I'm forcing myself not to work on before the demo for Орлёнок is ready, and will make a dedicated blog for that once the demo drops. This project will stay secondary though, and I will only work on it when inspiration hits, so as to not hinder development for Орлёнок.

Just as a quick introduction: it'll be a "reverse" horror game (you play as the main horror) set in a low-fantasy semi-postapocalyptic (there's been no apocalyptic event per se, but everything's still gone to shit; think '90s Russia + Yugoslav Wars) world; you'll play as a bird (or rather, ancient eldritch horror temporarily taking on the form of a bird) accompanying the customizable RO, who's leading a band of mercenaries on extermination missions against both monsters and humans (where's the difference, really?)

Inspired by all the people who thought you play as an actual bird in Birds of a Rose (you don't, but go play it anyway)

Орлёнок Release Date Announcement

Contrary to my hopes, but within my expectations, I will not finish the Demo this month. I will, however, definitely finish it within January.

Which means the official release date is January 31st at the latest!

The Demo will encompass the entire prologue as well as the first few scenes of Chapter 1. It will be around 10.000 - 20.000 words of actual scenes (menus and stuff have become pretty much uncountable because there's too many files; plus, they don't really count imo).

System-wise, the only thing that will not be included is the Battle System; there is a battle at the very end of the demo, but it'll be scripted similar to most other IFs in this initial demo, otherwise release would probably take half a year longer. The Personal and Army dress-up systems will be included, but only come up towards the end of the demo.

The ROs you will be able to meet in this initial version are Yakov/Liliya, Semyon/Selena, Leon/Leah and Mikhail/Marina. Yakov/Liliya will have a little bit more content than the others on account of them being a potential childhood friend and thus meeting you earlier in the prologue.

[liriostigre]

hey! I wanted to ask what your favorite poetry books are? I have a few but I want to read new and interesting stuff, and I trust your taste :D

hiii ♡

tbh i only started reading poetry collections like,, last year. i'm subscribed to poetryfoundation's newsletter (poem of the day) so i usually just read random poems

anyway, i'm not sure my recs could be considered new (cause i'm gonna start with Mary Oliver ♡) but feel free to message me if you want to know the themes, style, feeling (vibes, if you will) or anything you want to know about these collections. for now, i'm linking my favorite poems in each collection, i hope this helps you choose! ♡

here you go:

Dream Work —Mary Oliver (“Wild Geese.” “Dogfish.”)

Red Bird —Mary Oliver (“Summer Morning.” “Love Sorrow.”)

Blue Horses —Mary Oliver (“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song.” “Loneliness.” “Little Crazy Love Song.”)

The Wild Iris —Louise Glück (“Sunset.” “Retreating Light.”)

Haruko/Love Poems —June Jordan (“On a New Year’s Eve.” “Mendocino Memory.” “Toward a City That Sings.” *under the cut)

Extracting the Stone of Madness —Alejandra Pizarnik (���Primitive Eyes.” “Summer Goodbyes.” *under the cut)

Ariel —Sylvia Plath (“Tulips.” “The Rival.”)

Prelude to Bruise —Saeed Jones (“Postapocalyptic Heartbeat.” *under the cut)

Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth —Alice Walker (“Coming Back from Seeing Your People.” *under the cut)

I Must Be Living Twice —Eileen Myles (“Edward the Confessor.” *under the cut)

Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth —Warsan Shire (“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre.”)

The Black Unicorn —Audre Lorde (“Hanging Fire.” “Sister Outsider.”)

Bright Dead Things —Ada Limón (“The Riveter.” “Glow.”)

Night Sky With Exit Wounds —Ocean Vuong (“Thanksgiving 2006.” “Logophobia.”)

Postcolonial Love Poem —Natalie Diaz (“Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.”)

Crush —Richard Siken (“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out.”)

Once —Alice Walker (“So We've Come at Last to Freud.”)

“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan

Into the topaz the crystalline signals of Manhattan the nightplane lowers my body scintillate with longing to lie positive beside the electric waters of your flesh and I will never tell you the meaning of this poem: Just say, ‘She wrote it and I recognize the reference.’ Please let it go at that. Although it is all the willingness you lend the world as when you picked it up the garbage scattering the cool formalities of Madison Avenue after midnight (where we walked for miles as though we knew the woods well enough to ignore the darkness) although it is all the willingness you lend the world that makes me want to clean up everything in sight (myself included)

for your possible discovery

“Primitive Eyes” by Alejandra Pizarnik

Where fear neither speaks in stories or poems, nor gives shape to terrors or triumphs.

My name, my pronoun — a grey void.

I’m familiar with the full range of fear. I know what it’s like to start singing and to set off slowly through the narrow mountain pass that leads back to the stranger in me, to my own emigrant.

I write to ward off fear and the clawing wind that lodges in my throat.

And in the morning, when you are afraid of finding yourself dead (of there being no more images): the silence of compression, the silence of existence itself. This is how the years fly by. This is how we lost that beautiful animal happiness.

“Summer Goodbyes” by Alejandra Pizarnik

The soft rumor of spreading weeds. The sound of things ruined by the wind. They come to me as if I were the heart of all that exists. I would like to be dead, and also to go inside another heart.

“Postapocalyptic Heartbeat” by Saeed Jones

I. Drugged, I dreamed you a plume of ash, great rush of wrecked air through the towns of my stupor. And when the ocean in your blood went toxic, I thought fire was what we needed: serrated light through the skin, grenade in the chest—pulled linchpin. I saw us breathing on the other side of after. But a blackout is not night; orange-bottled dreams are not sleep. II. I was a cross-legged boy in the third lifetime, empire of blocks in my lap while you walked through the door of your silence, hunting knife in one hand, flask in the other. I waited for you until I forgot to breathe, my want turning me colors only tongues of amaryllis could answer for. It owned me, that hunger, tendriled its way into my name for you. III. In a city made of rain each door, a silence; each lock, a mouth, I walked daily through the spit-slick streets, harbingers on my hands in henna: there will be no after Black-and-blue-garbed strangers, they called me Cassandra. (I had such a body then.) Umbrellas in hand, they listened while they unlistened. there will be no no. after

the world will end no.

you are the reason it no. ends

you no. IV. I didn’t exactly mean to survive myself. Half this life I’ve spent falling out of fourth-story windows. Pigeons for hair, wind for feet. Sometimes I sing “Stormy Weather” on the way down. Today, “Strange Fruit.” Each time, strangers find me drawing my own chalk outline on the sidewalk, cursing with a mouth full of iron, furious at my pulse. V. After ruin, after shards of glass like misplaced stars, after dredge, after the black bite of frost:        you are the after, you are the first hour in a life without clocks; the name of whatever falls from the clouds now is you (it is not rain), a song in a dead language, an unlit earth, a coast broken— how was I to know every word was your name?

“Coming Back from Seeing Your People” by Alice Walker

Coming back From seeing your people You were So wonderfully Full Of yourself.

But now You have supped With vampires They have fed Feasted On you.

They arise Bright-eyed Fit.

You alone have lost Not only Your sleep But also Your glow The luster of Affection Heart welcome Your people Sent home With you.

Beloved You must learn To walk alone To hold The precious Silence To bring home And keep the precious Little That is left Of yourself.

“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles

I have a confession to make I wish there were some role in society I could fulfill I could be a confessor I have a confession to make I have this way when I step into the bakery on 2nd Ave. of wanting to be the only really nice person in the store so the harried sales woman with several toned hair will like me. I do this in all kinds of stores, coffee shops xerox shops, everywhere I go. And invariably I leave my keys, xeroxing, my coffee from the last place I am being so nice. I try so hard to make a great impression on these neutral strangers right down to the perfect warm smile I get entirely lost and stagger back out onto the street, bereft of something major. It’s really leaning too hard on the everyday. My mother was the kind of woman who dragging us into stores always seemed to charm the pants off the cashier. She was such a great person, so human though at home she was such a bitch, I mean really distant. I imitate her and I don’t do it well. She didn’t leave her wallet or us in a store. I’m just a pale imitation it is simply not my style to open the hearts of strangers to my true personhood. I hope you accept this tiny confession of what I am currently going through. And if you are experiencing something of a similar nature tell someone, not me, but tell someone. It’s the new human program to be in. It would be nice for at least these final moments if we could sigh with the relief of being in the same program with all the other humans whispering in school. I can’t quite locate the terror, but I am trying to be my mother or Edward the Confessor smiling down on you with up-praying hands. I am looking down at the tips of my boots as I step across the balcony of the church excited to be allowed to say these things. Outside my church is a relationship. On 11th street this guy and this woman are selling the woman so they can get more dope. All their things are there, rags and loaves of bread and make-up. And there was— this was incredible. Two men lying by the door of the church giving each other blow-jobs. They were sort of street guys, one black one white. I said hey you can’t do that here. They jumped up, one spit come out of his mouth. If you don’t get out of here I’ll call the cops. Don’t call the cops we’ll go, we’ll leave. That was a shock. That was more than I expected to see in a day. Something about seeing the guy spit come out of his mouth. He didn’t have to do that. I guess I scared him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was scared too.

[the-silvr-speedster]

Home

Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Pairings: Daisy Johnson / Daniel Sousa

The team meets on the Zephyr for the last time before going their separate ways. Daisy reflects on the past seven years with them while trying to come to terms with losing the only home she's ever known. In the meantime, she is trying to find a way to tell Daniel about their time loop kiss, which is not such an easy task with the lack of privacy on the spaceship. Daisy also has an awful nightmare and Daniel is there to pick her back up.

Sequel to ‘About Starfish and Squares’ but can be read as a stand-alone.

Also posted on AO3.

Hey guys! 

I am soooo happy you liked my previous fanfic and since you wanted more, and I had a lot of ideas, here is Part Two. I wanted to write something short, basically, just Daisy telling Daniel about their time loop conversation and the kiss. And once again it turned out as this massive thing, even longer than Part One. I had a lot on my mind since I started rewatching the whole series again before the finale which I am equally excited and scared to watch. However it ends (and I really hope Dousy gets a happy ending) I will cry like a baby. Anyhow, thanks for the lovely comments on About Starfish and Squares on AO3, your support really helped me with finishing Part Two. I hope you will like it as well. Sorry for any mistakes. OK, so enough of my rambling. Enjoy the reading!

FYI I used a small part of the song Freaking me out by Ava Max in one section. It just felt right considering Daisy's feelings. (And I keep singing the song over and over so...)

Disclaimer: All characters are a property of Marvel and Marvel television.

Home.

What is it? What does it feel like? Is it a place or people? Daisy used to ask these questions for years. She wasn’t the only one, though. All the other children at St. Agnes orphanage were plagued by the same thoughts, the same questions. The same hopes. Every one of them hoped that one day someone would come and give them what they want. A home. It didn’t matter they didn’t know what it meant, they all wanted it. Daisy craved it. Some children believed that it wouldn’t be strangers coming through those doors but their own parents. They would open the doors, nervously step through, and explain everything. Apologize. There would be tears, there would be hugs, and hearts mended. They would take them home and forget about the past. Even Daisy imagined it, oh, so many times. She used to just sit there and hypnotize the old creaking wooden doors in the common room while other kids played. She did it so often that she remembered every crack, every deformity that could be found on them. Sometimes those doors opened and her heart leaped to her throat in expectation. Strangers came in and took her to their home but it was always over sooner than she could think of it as her home. She was back at St. Agnes and the doors were closed again. Only one time she really thought ‘this could be my home’. She had hope but even that was crushed when the family sent her back within a month. St. Agnes was her only constant. Or was she a constant at St. Agnes? Children would come and go, they would be fostered or adopted. Daisy was one of the few that would always stay. Until she had enough of it, of course.

She dropped from high school and left. No more Mary Sue Poots. How could they name her that anyway? Meet Skye, a fierce hacker. No, a hacktivist. Once again, she thought she found if not a home then at least a place she belonged to. With Miles and the Rising Tide. But now she knows that she hasn’t found a home until that day when two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., an organization she despised for years, came knocking on the door of her van. She didn’t know home until she met Phil Coulson and his team.

She kept her eyes trained on the person in question as he was busy talking with Fitz and Mack. Well, not him, really, just an LMD version of him. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. It was him and it wasn’t him. He died. She mourned him. He was like a father to her, more of a father than her own father. No, Coulson was her dad. Or is. Or whatever. She kept coming back to their conversations during the time loops. Daisy was afraid Coulson was going to do something unexpected, like turn himself off permanently, after their mission was over. She just got him back - in a way - she couldn’t lose him again. But he didn’t and he doesn’t belong in this world anymore. Just like her, Daniel, and Deke.

Well, it’s really hard to think about Deke as someone who doesn’t belong here. He is like a tardigrade, he can survive anywhere and anytime, obviously. She is reminded of his ‘80s band, the Deke squad, again. She shakes her head, smiling. He was thriving in the ‘80s just as he was in 2019. She has no doubt he will be more than okay even now. That also has her thinking about what he’s going to “borrow” this time. First it was tech and then songs. Maybe now he will finally come up with something original. Daisy moves her eyes to him. He’s sitting next to Simmons and Diana, excitedly speaking of something, nursing a beer in a glass from Deke Squad’s official merch that he somehow managed to sneak on the Zephyr before they left the ‘80s. There were at least dozen of boxes of t-shirts, glasses, headbands, keychains, and who knows what else. Daisy has found out about it only two days ago, when Deke decided to move the boxes and managed to break the main controls panel on the bridge with one from the heavier ones.

“What the hell, Deke?” She yelled, after she reached the bridge and assessed the damage.

“It broke,” he told her innocently.

“Are you kidding me? It broke? On its own, huh? You had nothing to do with it at all, right?” Daisy stood there in the middle of the bridge, hands on her hips, scolding him like a child. She sighed. “Fix it. Before Mack comes back and sees it.”

“On it!” He called and tried to hurriedly leave the bridge but tripped over one of the boxes that were lying all around.

“Why are all these boxes up here?” Daisy came towards one of them and was about to peek inside only to be abruptly stopped by Deke. “What’s in there?”

“Nothing! Just some personal belongings,” he said maybe a little too fast.

“Oh, really?” She asked him incredulously. Daisy pushed him away and opened the box. She furrowed her brows in confusion as she saw its contents. Glasses. She moved to the next box. She took out a t-shirt. “Why do you need all of this stuff, Deke?”

“It’s Deke Squad merch! I couldn’t leave it just lying there on the base!” He defended.

Daisy looked at Daniel, who was watching their interaction with an amused expression, rolled her eyes, and then shoved the t-shirt into Deke’s hands, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Get it out of here.”

He nodded and started to move the boxes around.

“I’m going to help him,” Daniel informed her with a look that said ‘just to be sure he doesn’t break anything else’ while stepping carefully around the closest box.

“Alright,” she gave him a grateful smile. “I’m going to wake up Coulson and order some pizza.”

“Pizza for breakfast? Really?” He eyed her doubtfully. “I think I can do better than that.”

“It’s lunch already,” Deke spoke up from behind a stack of boxes.

“Why not have a pizza for breakfast?” Daisy asked with a shrug, completely ignoring Deke’s remark. “Pizza is always a great idea. Plus, you have work to do here. You can’t make us a proper breakfast.”

“It won’t take forever to put these away,” Daniel assured her while stepping closer. “I’ll be in the dining area in a few minutes and trust me I’m going to make you a breakfast sooner than they would deliver pizza.”

“Wait, did you guys just wake up or something?” Deke commented still hidden behind the boxes. But for her, it was like background noise.

Daniel was now standing in front of her fixing her in place with his eyes and giving her a small smile. She felt him take her hand in his. He brought it up to his lips and softly kissed her knuckles. Daisy could feel the so long forgotten feeling of butterflies in her stomach and tried to fight the blush creeping to her cheeks.

“Okay,” she mumbled quietly.

“I’d rather have pizza,” Deke said as he emerged from behind the fortress of boxes he just put up. Daisy quickly took her hand from Daniel’s and both of them made a step back from each other. Deke eyed them suspiciously.

“Yeah, uh, I’m going to wake Coulson up,” Daisy threw over her shoulder as she hurried away from the bridge leaving the two men behind.

Daisy thinks of that pile of lemons Deke once placed in her bunk. They really had a weird way to express affection in the postapocalyptic future he’s from, that’s for sure. Somehow that feels like a long time ago. The talk they had when she tried to explain she’s not ready to let anyone in. Not then, maybe not ever. Not after Lincoln. The pain, the guilt, and the regret she felt for so long keeping her heart locked away. Hidden and safe. The ghost of her love for him lingering deep within it. Love that remained unspoken since she never got the chance to tell him ‘I love you’. She remembers how Deke’s hope was crushed by her words. The kicked puppy expression he had on his face. Daisy didn’t want to hurt him but she didn’t want him harboring hope for something that might never be. She wonders if he still has that crush on her. ‘Most likely not,’ she told herself, a smile tugging at her lips. He moved on and somehow, she did too. What looked like an impossible thing less than two years ago, now became a reality. She has no idea how or when things changed. Maybe it was around the time she and Simmons were high on those puffies on Kitson. Maybe she needed that to happen to realize what she really wanted. To be honest with herself. She told Jemma she wants her own Fitz and the realization of what she said stayed with her even days after that, never actually leaving the back of her mind. But the planet needed to be saved again so she pushed it away and forgot about it. That memory floated back up just a few days ago. The memory of her and Jemma under that gaming table in the casino.

Daisy’s eyes flicked towards Daniel and remained on him, studying him. He and Mack took shifts at preparing the food on the grill. Now it was his turn. Meanwhile, he listened to the conversation between Mack, Fitz and Coulson and often joined in. And of course, he never forgot to send her a look or a smile, to make sure she’s okay. He was just laughing at something Fitz said, judging from Fitz’s awestruck expression they were probably grilling Daniel about his past and SSR. Daisy grinned. Fitz is going to talk his ear off. She looked at the bottle of beer she was nursing in her hands and tried to collect her thoughts. While the memory from Kitson resurfaced only a while ago, her confused feelings caught her attention during the time loops. More precisely, she realized that there is something there, that wasn’t before. There’s a heart now, where there used to be a ghost. She kissed him and remained silent about it. It freaked her out, that’s why she kept it quiet until the mission was over. She often acts on impulse and then freaks out.

Daisy let out a long breath and looked at Daniel again. She still hasn’t talked to him about their kiss in the time loops, not for the lack of trying but for the lack of privacy, among other things. The last few days were crazy.

When Daisy walked into the dining area Daniel has already started making breakfast. She’s probably spent more time talking with Coulson in the LMD lab than she thought.

“That smells amazing,” she called from the doorway.

“Told you it’s going to be good,” Daniel said over his shoulder.

She can’t exactly tell when he decided to be her personal chef but it might have started after he caught her eating breakfast for dinner one evening in the ‘80s. Who says she can’t have cereals with milk whenever she wants to?

Daisy walked closer and hopped on the counter next to him. “Hmm, pancakes are the best,” she agreed while jabbing her finger in the pancake batter and tasting it.

“Oh, no. No eating the batter, young lady,” Daniel scolded her with a teasing grin while he took the bowl away from her.

“Hey, don’t be such a grandpa about it,” she said, pretending to be offended. “What’s that?” She pointed towards a bubbling dark purple mass in another pot.

“That’s a sauce made from forest fruit mix I found in the freezer with a few secret ingredients I won’t disclose,” he winked at her.

“Someone’s being secretive,” she teased. “It looks delicious.” Daisy leaned over the pot and took a deep breath. “I can smell some cinnamon, hmm…maybe few drops of vanilla extract…a drop of love…” She paused, opening one eye, spying on Daniel’s reaction. He was giving her an amused look.

“Now, why would I use a love potion?” He teased back with a smirk.

Daisy regained her sitting position and dramatically sighed while pretending to be occupied by looking at her nails. “Yeah, you are right. You don’t need one.” It took her a moment to realize what she has just said. Better yet, what underlying meaning those words held. Her breath caught in her throat and she carefully looked up at him. Daniel had that soft look on his face again. That look she always wants to kiss away. She had to look at her hands. “I mean you are so likable. Everyone here likes you,” she babbled quickly.

“I don’t make pancakes for everyone,” he told her softly and she had to look up at him again. Those warm honest eyes. Suddenly she’s back in the time loop. ‘And you…you’d like to…be that someone?’ ‘Not for everyone.’ Oh, God. She has to tell him. Right now.

Well, in the hindsight…She never should’ve distracted him while he was making pancakes.

“You guys are making a smoke grenade or something?” Coulson spoke up the same moment the both of them noticed the burning pancake batter on the pan.

Everyone came back to the Zephyr to say the last goodbye. And by everyone, she means even Andrew, whom May has dragged along after long hours of explaining to him why his wife is a different person from the one he came to know over the years. Telling him she has empathic abilities. She also mentioned that he is Inhuman and their daughter might be as well. It must’ve been an interesting conversation. Daisy would’ve liked to see it.

With all those people coming on board, the spaceship started to become more and more crowded. It’s not that she wouldn’t be happy to have all of them here again after a few days of it being just her, Daniel and Coulson, but she kind of misses the privacy it provided. Maybe that’s why she is tucked away in a corner alone, watching over all of them. Her team. No, not a team. A family. Because teams break apart, families not so much. They always stay together, even if it’s from afar. A family never gives up on you. Well, maybe some families do, some are messed up like that. ‘Like my biological family,’ she thinks. But not this family. They never gave up on her. Yes, there were some initial reservations after she got her powers, but Coulson has never given up on her. Not when she chose the Afterlife over her family in S.H.I.E.L.D.. Not when she broke more than just their hearts after being infected by Hive. Not when she walked away them to become a vigilante after Lincoln sacrificed for her, because of her mistakes. Definitely, not when she started to believe she’s the Destroyer of Worlds. They gave her a chance after chance. They let her grow. She is not the same person she was almost seven years ago. She is not that wide-eyed girl living in her van being obsessed with superheroes and revealing the truth to the world. Skye died in that Kree temple and Daisy Johnson has been born. Or did she? Daisy likes to believe that a small part of Skye is still left somewhere inside of her. She liked Skye. She may have been naïve, but she wasn’t burdened by that darkness Daisy has inside. By those demons and nightmares.

“A time loop?” Daniel asks her.

“Fun, right?” Daisy comments with a sigh, her eyes scanning through the contents of the drawer… ‘Wait, what?’ She looks up confused. They are back in the time storm. ‘No. No, no, no…no. Not again.’ “Daniel? What the hell is-” She starts to say but he cuts her off.

“This is why I wanted to stay with this team. Do you ever have a day when something crazy doesn’t happen?” Daniel asks a little too excited.

“It’s been a while.” She speaks involuntarily. “Hey! Daniel?!” She waves her hands frantically in front of him. He doesn’t notice it.

“Reminds me of my SSR days,” he tells her, nostalgic smile on his lips.

“We just need to get that implant out,” she says and decides to just take the scanner but Daniel stops her.

“Wait! It’s a trap,” he warns her.

“But we don’t know that yet.” Daisy looks at him confused. ‘Why would I say that? We know it’s a trap. This…this has already happened.’

“We do. You said somebody obviously went to the drawer and…,” he pauses. “Simmons was supposed to get the scanner, right?”

“Yeah, until I told her I was gonna do it.” Daisy looks around as the lights start to flicker. ‘Something doesn’t feel right,’ she thinks.

“Every attempt so far has been on Simmons. She’s the one they’re trying to kill,” Daniel says looking at her.

“Maybe, but we still need the scanner.” ‘Oh.’ He’s gonna take it. She can’t let him do it again. She reaches for the scanner but her hand goes right through it. ‘What?’ Fear starts to settle in her bones.

“Right, but if I die, I’ll just, you know…reset. No problem. If you die, you’ll lose your memories and waste all this time relearning everything. Time, we don’t have,” Daniel explains and reaches into the drawer without a second thought, grabbing the scanner.

“What are you doing? This is crazy!” She says trying to move from her place but to no avail.

“This is my purpose. I know that know,” he tells her a flicker of blue in the brown of his eyes. His voice is getting weird. Muffled, like by a static on a radio…

She tries to look around for something, anything to help her take at least one step closer to him so she could take that scanner from him. ‘Something is way off.’

“Why would you-”

“To make sure this worked. To make sure you didn’t try this yourself,” he cuts her off and when she looks up it’s not Daniel standing there anymore, but-

“Lincoln? What…” She pauses, looking at him in shock. He’s wearing the same S.H.I.E.L.D. jacket he had back then. Yo-Yo’s necklace is hanging from his fist. His face is bloody and his blue eyes are piercing through hers. “It was supposed to be me,” she mumbles quietly, tears running down her cheeks. “You should’ve let me die!”

Lincoln gives her a sorrowful smile. “I would never let you die.” His voice is echoing around her. She can feel its vibrations in her bones. “So, it’s fine,” he mutters, a little surprised, looking at the scanner in his hand.

“No! It’s not. Let go of it!” She screams hopelessly. “You can’t just die for me like this. This is wrong!”

Suddenly she hears a weird sound coming from the scanner and Lincoln lets out a groan. A shadow of confusion crosses his face. However, as he leans back against the table he fades in and out like the flickering light above them and finally changes back into Daniel.

“Sousa?!” Daisy calls to him. “Daniel!” He looks up at her with fear in his eyes, blood spilling from his mouth. “No!”

“Hey, hey, hey, Sousa,” her body finally lets her move close to him as he starts slipping to the ground. She tries to lower him more carefully until he sits down. “Hey, Daniel, look at me. It’s gonna be okay,” she tells him, a quiet sob breaking her voice. “It’s gonna reset. You’ll be fine.” She sits down next to him and let him lay down on her lap.

“Why is it taking so long!” She yells into the empty ship. Daisy cups his cheek with one hand and strokes his dark hair with the other one. “Please, stay with me,” she whispers almost inaudibly. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The time loop has to reset. It always does!” A stray tear drops on Daniel’s forehead. “Please,” she begs, sobbing. “Daniel!” But he doesn’t hear her anymore.

She watched hopelessly as the last light slipped away from his eyes. She could feel how his heart gave its last weak beat. He was gone. He died for her just like Lincoln did.

Suddenly she feels too much. She feels every vibration around her, but not those she needs to feel. Those of his heartbeat. It’s like her own heart is trying to beat for them both, picking up speed until everything around her shakes. But she doesn’t care anymore. Panic and pain are clawing at her chest making her breathless.

She sees her mom, lying there lifeless after Malick snapped her neck. She sees Enoch. She sees Lincoln floating in midair. Lash. Her mother again. Triplett…The room is becoming filled with bodies of those she cared about but had to die because of her.

“It has to reset,” she mumbles weakly. “It has to reset. It has to reset. It has to reset.” Daisy closes her eyes and hugs Daniel closer.

Daisy.

“Lumley said that we should stay the hell away from you.”

She looks up at the sound of that voice. It’s Coulson. The real one.

“I had a chance at healing up from this,” he points to his chest, “but I gave the serum to you.”

Daisy.

“He said that wherever you go, death follows.”

Daisy!

“He was right.”

Daisy!!

Wake up!

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The plane was shaking. Daniel woke up in his bunk with a start. At first, he thought they are taking off somewhere but that didn’t make sense. None of the four of them knew how to pilot the Zephyr. Daisy managed to fly the quinjet on her first try back in the ‘80s, but that-

Then it hit him. “Daisy!” Those are her quakes…

He jumped out of the bed and stormed into the corridor where he almost collided with Coulson.

“Where’s Daisy?” He asked him worriedly.

“Hey, guys? What’s going on?” A very sleepy Deke looked out from the door of his bunk. “Why is everything shaking? Are we going somewhere?”

“She is in her bunk,” Coulson informed him ignoring Deke completely and Daniel didn’t waste any second standing there as he hurried towards Daisy’s bunk. “I was going through the supplies when this started. I was just about to go check on her. She’s probably having a nightmare.”

Daniel stopped before her doors and faced Coulson with a concerned look in his eyes. “Nightmares cause her to quake?”

“Only the really bad ones. Actually, she didn’t have an episode like this in forever,” he explained with a mixture of sadness and worry. “I think you should check on her.”

Daniel was about to ask him if he’s really okay with it being him but the plane was hit by another strong quake and the light started to flicker above them. He gave a nod to Coulson and opened the doors to Daisy’s bunk.

Daisy was lying mostly still, the only evidence of her discomfort being her tear-streaked cheeks, the way she was grasping at the blanket and her rapid breathing. It physically hurt Daniel to see her like that. So strong and yet so vulnerable.

“It has to reset. It has to reset,” she started mumbling from the dream and another wave of tears slipped from under her eyelids. “It has to reset. It has to reset!”

Daniel was at her side in a second, wiping the tears away from her face and caressing her hair.

“Daisy,” he tried softly.

“It’s about the time loops.” He heard Coulson comment from the doorway.

“Daisy,” Daniel tried again, carefully cupping her face in his hands.

Another, even stronger quake hit the plane. Daniel heard something clatter to the ground and another distinct sound of a breaking glass somewhere in the dining area. He looked around just in time to see Coulson leaving to assess the damage, followed closely by Deke. He turned his focus back to the still sleeping woman.

“Daisy!” He tried more loudly this time.

She whimpered.

“Daisy!! Wake up!”

Her eyes snapped open with a loud gasp. She shot up into sitting position, the unexpected movement almost making him fall from the side of her bed. She was looking around in bewilderment, gasping for air.

“It’s okay,” Daniel told her with a calming voice, his hands going to her face again, forcing her to look at him. “You are safe. It was just a dream.”

“D- Daniel?” Daisy mumbled. Her brown eyes meeting his. They held so much pain and fear.

“Yeah,” he gave her an encouraging smile, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. “I’m here. But Daisy, you have to stop quaking.”

The shaking stopped suddenly. She raised her hand from her lap and softly put it on his chest, right above his heart. He saw a flash of relief on her face before it was replaced by guilt. She looked down.

“Hey! Don’t feel guilty about this. The plane survived a time storm, this was nothing,” he spoke calmingly.

“Is everyone okay?” She asked him quietly.

‘Of course, she would worry about everyone else but herself,’ Daniel thought to himself. He gently raised her chin so she would meet his eyes again.

“Yes,” he assured her. However, the moment he looked into her eyes he saw they no longer held pain or fear or guilt. They were just…empty.

“Daisy?” He started softly. “Do you, uh… Do you want to talk about it?”

She considered it for a moment but then shook her head and let her hand fall from his chest back to her lap, her eyes following.

“Okay. You don’t have to.” Daniel let his hands drop from her face and moved further back to give her some space.

She was sitting there quietly, her long hair cascading around her face, hiding it from him. Daniel realized that the silence is even worse than her quiet sobs while she was still asleep. He wanted to help her somehow but he didn’t want to push her further away by insisting on talking about it. He considered leaving, because maybe she just needed more space but he didn’t want to leave her alone. She shouldn’t be alone not if the nightmare was so bad that it caused quakes.

Daniel thought about what Coulson has said. ‘Was it really about the time loops?’ She hasn’t told him much about what happened in there. He knew only the general stuff Coulson and Daisy told the whole team about after Enoch’s sacrifice. They’ve been in there for a long time, finding a way how to save everyone almost at the last second. Nobody else remembered but the two of them, probably because of their sleeping pods. Some members of the team died during the time loops because Enoch was programmed to kill if anyone tried to remove Simmons’s memory blocking implant. Was her nightmare about that? Possibly. It would give nightmares to anyone.

“Do you want me to leave?” He decided that at least he should give her the option even if he wanted to stay.

She quickly looked at him, a flash of panic crossing her soft features. A clear ‘No’ to him. But then she composed herself and looked away.

“Yes,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

He raised an eyebrow and sighed. She is not making this easy at all.

“I think I’ll stay anyway,” Daniel exclaimed.

“I told you to go,” she looked up at him a light annoyance on her face.

“See, you tell me to leave but you don’t actually want that,” he gave her a small smile.

“How do you know what I want, huh?” She asked him, anger seeping into her voice. “I want to be alone.” Daisy moved further away from him.

“Honestly?” He sighed looking at his hands and then back at her. “I know people like you. Focused on the greater good, even at your own expense. You want people to think you like being alone, even though you always end up back with friends,” Daniel told her and met her eyes again. The annoyance was gone. She was looking at him with a mixture of shock and…surprise? He decided to push his luck further. “You all keep running at the problem full tilt until you either solve it or slam headlong into a brick wall. But you don’t have to deal with the aftermath alone, even though you think so. You should have someone there to pick you back up. Someone to help you unload that burden or share its weight.”

Daisy closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Few tears escaped from her eyes and she frantically wiped them away. She laughed, but it was a sad laugh.

“I am trying to be angry at you but I can’t. Not after…after you say…that,” she spoke. “You know, we had a very similar conversation in the time loops.”

Daniel raised his brows in surprise but decided to stay quiet and let her continue.

Daisy sniffled. “I asked why you are always there, whether to help me or watch over me, and you gave me the speech you just did. Again.” She looked at him in curiosity. “So, uh, you want to be that person for people like me?”

Daniel gave her a small meaningful smile. “Yes. But not for everyone.”

“You said that, too,” she smiled sadly. “You are right, you know. I…I want you to stay. But I also want you to go. My life’s a mess. I…People I care about tend to get hurt…,” she took a deep breath and added very quietly, “…or worse.”

“Daisy-” Daniel started to say but was cut off.

“I have demons. My past is…” she shrugged and wiped her tears away again.

“We all have skeletons in our closets,” Daniel told her. “I am not scared of yours.”

“You should be,” she murmured.

“Let me be the judge of that. One day. When you are ready.” He decided to risk moving a tiny bit closer and taking her hand in his. He looked into her eyes so she would see that he really means every word he says. “I am not going anywhere.”

For a brief moment, he could see the fight in her eyes. But it was there just for a few seconds. New tears ran down her cheeks but she made no move to wipe them away this time. She moved closer instead and hugged him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Daniel’s arms sneaked around her waist pulling her close. He could feel her tears seeping through his shirt. He sighed and when she let out a muffled sob, he comfortingly stroked her back.

“They are all leaving,” she said between sobs. “I’ve never thought it would come to this. They are the only family I’ve ever known.”

His heart ached for her. “And they will never stop being your family. Families change, grow, their members go their separate ways but always come back together.” It made him think of his own family, of his home. He couldn’t even say goodbye and will never see them again. He lost it all in a blink of an eye. But he was supposed to be dead and now he got a second chance at life. As Coulson said - a life after death.

“I know,” she mumbled. “But it won’t be the same.”

“No, it won’t,” Daniel whispered into her hair.

Daisy let out a yawn.

“Maybe you should try to rest a bit more,” he suggested.

She leaned back and he could see the uncertainty mixed with fear in her eyes. She was scared of the nightmares. “Will you hold me? I promise I won’t quake you out of the bed,” she gave him a small teasing grin.

“Whatever you want, Quake,” he teased back and she caught the collar of his shirt and pulled him down with her.

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Daisy knows now that she can’t let her demons stand in the way of her happiness. Those demons are in the past but will always be a part of her. A part she will share with Daniel one day, as well as he will share his own demons. Yes, she is scared that she could lose him like Lincoln but a small part of her has a hope that it won’t happen this time.

‘We are going home.’ Four simple words Daniel said to her in that barn. Words that kept her fighting. Back there it was just a promise to make it back to the Zephyr, because where was home? Her only home were the people on board the Zephyr, her team and family. Where was home for Daniel? She couldn’t ask him then. They plucked him out of his time, his home.

Maybe she is losing her family in some way but maybe she will gain something else. Her own Fitz. Maybe, she already has.

‘We are going home.’ It could be a promise of something else. Now those words could mean more. She can feel that warm fuzzy feeling in her chest when she thinks about it. When she thinks about him. She smiled, her eyes fixed on Daniel as she took a sip from her beer.

“Just kiss him already,” May spoke up from beside her.

Daisy choked and slapped her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from spitting the beer out. She coughed a few times and May hit her on the back.

Privacy. She misses it.

“May! What the hell?!” She exclaimed annoyed and berated herself for not realizing that May sneaked up on her. And her feelings. ‘Shit.’ She gave her a glare.

“Just saying,” the older woman shrugged. “You know, there are bets going around on when you two finally become a couple. Officially. They refused to let me participate because of my empathic powers.”

Daisy groaned and rolled her eyes. “Mack and Yo-Yo already had one bet when we were in the ‘80s. Not sure what it was exactly about but Mack won,” she shrugged thinking that it may have been about the kiss. “You guys are the worst; one doesn’t have any privacy.”

“We are just happy to see you smiling like that. To see you happy again,” she patted her on the arm. “But please, do something about it already because this…tension is killing me.”

“I was going to, but as I said, there is no privacy on this spaceship with all of you here,” Daisy defended her lack of actions. She really wanted to tell him the morning after he stayed with her because of that awful nightmare but Mack and Yo-yo were already back and they probably heard about that nightmare from Coulson because they both wanted to go check on her which ended up in Coulson calling after them: “I strongly advise you not to go there.” She could hear their ‘Why?’ followed by a surprised ‘Oh!’ from Mack. She remembers as she quickly shot out of the bed, Daniel’s confused ‘Daisy?’ following her. She rushed into the corridor with ‘I am fine, thank you’, closing her bunk behind her and added: “No weird assumptions are needed.” The three teammates were looking at her in amusement.

“Yeah, everyone is here, as in here and not there,” May pointed at the bridge since they were all in the cargo bay with the ramp lowered down.

Daisy considered what May was proposing but quickly refused the idea by shaking her head. “Nope.” She could already see the faces of everyone after she and Daniel would be seen leaving the bridge together.

“You can’t wait to get rid of us, can you?” May teased.

“Maybe,” she snickered. “At least I’ll spare him from the if-you-ever-hurt-her threats from you guys.”

“Mack already beat us to it,” May gave her an amused smile.

“Oh God,” Daisy facepalmed.

“While you were on the way to save Simmons and Deke,” the older spy added mischievously.

“What?! But that was a week ago… Oh,” she sighed when she realized that Mack was very quick to do it after she told him about the time loop kiss. But she wasn’t even sure what to do about it back then. Or was she? Why everyone around her seems to know her better then she does? And more importantly - what else did he say to Daniel? She looked towards where both men stood, chatting over the grill.

“Uh, I should probably go check on what they are discussing now,” Daisy said and finished the rest of her beer.

“Go mingle. After all who knows when we get the chance to be together like this,” May smiled sadly and she, too, went to join the others.

Daisy watched her go for a short moment, set the empty bottle on a table, and walked over towards Daniel and Mack.

“Hey, guys. What do you have there? I’m starving.”

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The team spent the rest of the evening and the beginning of the night by sharing their memories, laughing and teasing each other. They remembered their fallen friends and maybe even cried a little. Nobody wanted to be the first to leave. They all knew that when they do leave, it will be the end of their journey as a team. Eventually, Fitz and Simmons decided to go first since their daughter was already sleeping curled up in Jemma’s lap. Fitz said his goodbyes and took still sleeping Diana into the car.

“You know, this isn’t a goodbye,” Jemma told Daisy with shaking voice, tears running down her cheeks. “It’s see you soon.”

“I know,” Daisy sniffled and wrapped her best friend, no, her sister, in a bear hug.

“It would be lovely if we lived close to each other. Diana needs her auntie Daisy,” Jemma mumbled into her shoulder.

“Yeah. That would be great,” Daisy smiled through tears. “I am so happy for you, Simmons. You have Fitz and Diana, your little family,” she moved her hands to Jemma’s shoulders to look her in the eyes. “I know you’ll be okay and that makes this all a little less painful. You won’t be alone.”

The scientist chuckled. “You won’t be alone either,” she said and looked sideways at Daniel, who hovered nearby watching over Daisy, to make her point.

Daisy let out a soft laugh.

“It’s so good to see you this happy again. So, what are you guys planning?” Jemma asked her with a grin.

Daisy shrugged. “I thought that maybe I can take him on a small trip to show him how the world changed. After that…,” she sighed, “I honestly don’t know. I guess we both need to find out where we belong in this new timeline.”

“You’ll figure it out. Together. I’m sure of it,” Jemma told her comfortingly and hugged her again. “I love you, Daisy.”

“I love you too, Jemma.”

After Fitz-Simmons departed, the others left one or two at a time. Mack and Yo-yo were the last ones, leaving almost in the morning hours. Coulson decided to go with them, which really surprised Daisy since the possibility of him leaving too didn’t cross her mind. But as he said, every one of them needs to find a place in this new world and he is not an exception. He assured her he won’t be gone for long.

“It’s just a trip,” he said. “And take care of each other,” he added over his shoulder as he was walking down the ramp.

She stood there, looking after them until she could no longer see the lights of the car. Just like that, they were all gone.

A fresh morning breeze played with her hair. Daisy shuddered. She has heard Daniel walking down the ramp before he put a jacket around her shoulders. She didn’t even realize he went inside to grab it for her.

“Thank you.” She wiped at her tear-streaked cheeks and smiled, not yet looking at him.

“It’s nothing, but you are welcome,” he replied as he stood next to her.

He was so close she could feel the warmth of his shoulder on her own. She could feel the vibrations of his heartbeat. Her hand brushed against his and he took hold of it, their fingers intertwining. That touch grounded her in the moment and place. It assured her that she is not alone. Daisy let out a long content sigh. She knew that now was her time. They were finally alone.

“I need to tell-” she turned to face him but was cut off midsentence after Daniel crossed those few inches between them and pulled her in for a soft kiss. It was short but it caught her off guard. His right hand was still holding hers and his left cupped her cheek. She briefly opened her eyes to look into his and she thought she’s going to drown in that dark chocolate. Whatever she wanted to say was long lost with only one thought on her mind. Daisy leaned in and kissed him back, both her hands grabbing at the collar of his shirt to pull him closer, while his arms snaked around her waist. This kiss was different than the previous one. It was like finally getting a glass of water after dying of thirst in a desert. It was urgent and it left them both breathless. They remained close afterward, trying to catch their breaths. Daisy was beaming and Daniel was looking at her like she was the most precious beautiful thing he has ever seen.

“That was much nicer than our first kiss,” she told him quietly with a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Daniel frowned in confusion. “This was our first kiss.”

“Hmm, not for me,” she hummed, moving her right hand from his neck to his chest. She could see the moment when it hit him.

“The time loops. You kissed me in the time loops,” he said with a light chuckle and shook his head in disbelief.

“Why do you think it was me?” She asked with a gasp and smiled at him teasingly.

“And am I wrong?” He smirked smugly while he stroked her back.

It sent shivers down her spine and she had to force herself to concentrate. “Nope. But you, Mr. Sousa, kissed me back,” Daisy disclosed and pinched him in the chest.

“Hmm, that’s not fair. I don’t remember that,” he gave her a sad look.

“I can make you remember,” she whispered as she caught his face in her hands and brought it down to hers to kiss him again, exactly like in the time loops. Daniel responded to her kiss by pulling her even closer. One hand cupped his cheek and the other sneaked around his neck. She pulled away too soon for his liking.

“It was like this,” she whispered, her hands dropping to his chest.

“Nice,” he smiled. “But short.”

“Oh! So, that was too short for you, huh? We were plummeting towards certain death and needed to trap Enoch,” she told him exasperatedly. “You, Danny-boy are lucky I found the time even for that short kiss.”

Daniel laughed and eventually, Daisy joined in.

“You were so cute. With that soft expression on your face after the kiss. It took everything within me to stop myself from kissing you again,” she admitted while playing with a button on his shirt.

“Were you going to tell me about it?” He wondered.

“I was about to tell you before you kissed me, so…” Daisy shrugged and smiled at him sweetly.

“Hmm, I can do that again,” Daniel offered and his eyes darkened a bit.

“Yes, please,” she breathed.

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Daisy and Daniel were sitting on the cargo bay ramp which gave them a nice view of the horizon. They weren’t really that tired and neither wanted to move from that spot after they exchanged a few more kisses. They sat down and Daisy cuddled into his side. It’s been so long that she watched a sunrise. A start of a new day. The beginning of something new.

“We can’t live on a plane,” Daniel said thoughtfully. “We need a proper place to call home.”

Daisy smiled and slowly looked at him, her eyes roaming over every small detail of his face lighted by the rising sun. His features were relaxed and peaceful. She wanted to imprint this face into her memory to keep it forever.

The words ‘we’ and ‘us’ and the meaning they held used to freak her out. But with Daniel, it’s somehow different. She is not scared of them, on the contrary, hearing them warms her heart. She sighed.

“What?” He asked her, a questioning smile playing on his lips as his eyes melted into hers.

Daisy leaned in and planted a short but sweet peck on his lips. Then she pushed herself back to look at him again, enjoying the soft almost dazed expression on his face.

“I like the sound of that,” she said in a low voice, giving him a lopsided grin.

“Sound of what?”

“Home.”

How am I gonna live my life without this TV show? Without Dousy? I guess we are all gonna meet here to scream after the finale, so see you then! I’ll have to wait until Thursday evening, though.

[dangermousie]

Hi! Since you’re an avid reader too, would you mind recommending some YA books? I’ve gone through a solid 6 month period of fantasy or classics that I need a break and read some YA to diversify my taste lolol. Any recs? Just go with whatever you’ve read in the past and you still enjoy?

Yay! I love this ask.

Brace yourself, because it’s going to be long.

Melina Marchetta, the Lumatere Chronicles. This is a trilogy with some amazing writing and characters you will love. The world-building is a little ehhh but it doesn’t even matter. First book is pretty good but it’s with the second and third books that my heart lies. If you love strong and damaged male and female characters and lots of ships, come right in. 

Cassandra Clare, specifically her Mortal Instruments and Infernal Devices series. People love her or hate her, but if you are looking for aaaaaaangst and snark and lots of ships and hot people with weapons, she is the author to beat. So delicious. 

Sarah J Maas, same pros and cons as Cassandra Clare. I love her Throne of Glass series, though (IMO) it only gets good from book 3. Think Anne Bishop for the teen set. 

Joanna Hathaway, Glass Alliance series. I just did a pusher post for it, but short version is fantasy WWI, pilot x princess, OTP I would die for.

Jus Accardo, Denazen series - she’s a daughter of an evil dude using mutants for his dirty organization and he’s an escapee from that program whose touch kills anything except for her. They are on FIRE and will bring down the evil dudes. It’s a lot like Jessica Alba’s long ago show Dark Angel. 

Marie Rutkoski, The Winner Trilogy - I love this one so. It’s basically a fantasy take on ancient Roman occupation of ancient Greece, and the OTP is angsty and delicious. She’s a general’s daughter, he’s a slave she buys who is a lot more than he seems. 

Amy Bartol, Secondborn Trilogy - the worldbuilding is not amazing, but this dystopian story of a world where secondborn children are basically military slaves and our heroine is the best of them all, is awesome. Also it’s the most original resolution to a love triangle I’ve ever seen. 

Sarah Tolcser, Song of the Current series - lady pirates, exiled princes, adventure, sweet OTP and fairly light read. It’s adorable.

Phil Tucker, the Chronicles of the Black Gate - this is not YA but it’s my favorite fantasy series and insanely underrated, so I am pushing it anyway. I did a pusher post for it before: https://dangermousie.tumblr.com/post/166019053446/book-rec-its-a-high-fantasy-this-time

Kristin Ciccarelli, The Last Namsara - the rest of the books in that series are blah, but this one - about a lady dragon hunter and a servant, who discover dragons aren’t what they seem to be, is intense and awesome and shippy.

Sarah Raasch, Snow Like Ashes trilogy - restoring the lost royalty with some angst and OTP.

Erin Beaty, The Traitor’s Circle trilogy - smart as a whip heroine, competent hero, some delicious twists and even more delicious angst. This one is a comfort read. 

Susan Ee, Penryn and the End of Days trilogy - a dark postapocalyptic evil angel tale. Love it. 

Mary Pearson - basically anything of hers, romance and angst and fantasy and cool OTPs.

Jodi Meadows, The Orphan Queen series - tough angsty heroine, cool and awesome hero, angst angst angst fantasy and ship. 

Kate Avery Ellison - https://dangermousie.tumblr.com/tagged/kate-avery-ellison

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me series - I posted about this recently. People either love it or hate it and I am the former. So much angst and postapocalyptic gloriousness and that SHIP OMG. 

I have a lot more so I will make part two shortly :)

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politics and agency

I've been thinking a lot about agency these past few weeks. I mean-- I always think about agency, that's kind of my job. But I've been thinking about it more lately. About how if you put characters in hopeless positions in a story, they're still going to find a way out (in most stories, anyway. Barring a deus ex machina or something). Maybe that's why we really need stories in human society. Because a lot of time those characters seem to have more agency than we do.

We tell ourselves we can be like those characters. We tell each other we can do anything if we only try hard enough. That powerlessness is only a temporary obstacle. That if we work out the right puzzle, say the right words, perform the right feat, we'll be free of every hardship between us and what we desire. And it's an intoxicating thought, especially when you are at your most hopeless. We have SO MANY stories about averting disaster, at least in America anyway, that we've neglected somewhat, stories about what to do once the disaster has already happened. Those stories ARE out there, we just don't hold them up like we should. Not all of history is written by the victors, just the history we tend to pay attention to.

I know it's scary to look around and realize where we really are. Where we're about to be. That no matter how hard we try, how much we try to repeat the old, reliable patterns and systems that SHOULD work, we're not any closer to the top of the hole we've found ourselves in. Whether the hole is poverty or injustice or voicelessness or the world dying. It's hard not to pretend that everything's still going to be ok, that there's some way to avert all this. If you're still able to convince yourself, then frankly, I'm a little jealous. And resentful. For the rest of us, when the mask is finally gone, it's time to start making new stories. Imagining ways to rebuild and build better instead of imagining ways to put brakes on the cart after it's already flung itself off the cliff. Part of that is truly realizing what the situation is.

People who speak up or stand out are already or will be shortly silenced. First, they'll be watched, their activities tracked. They'll lose jobs. They'll be threatened physically and financially. They'll be arrested or disappear. People who don't cheer loudly enough for the powerful will eventually receive the same treatment. Anyone who is considered a burden or who doesn't provide some sort of advantage to the powerful are being shut out as well. They'll be left to fend for themselves or disappear too. Anyone too poor, too sick, too outside of whatever is not the predetermined "norm"-- we're on our own. All we've got is each other, so we better stick together if we can. The systems meant to protect us from that sort of process are already partially dismantled. We cannot rely on them anymore. Use what's left, but expect those to disappear or be curtailed, too. Including here. So start thinking of other ways. Start making new networks. New systems. Outside the existing ones.

As much as I push people to register, to vote, to participate in the systems that exist, we also need to realize that as much as we are betting on there to be a "next time", there are lots of people betting and planning that there won't be a next time. Keep registering people. Keep calling your elected representatives. But also be ready for when it doesn't work anymore (it's already starting). It's the same with climate change. Keep pushing for countries to make and honor resolutions. Keep boycotting the worst polluters and rewarding corporations who do better. But realize that the people in control never expect to pay an actual price for what they are doing or allowing.

Remember that the attitude toward the climate crisis has never been to stop polluting but always to a.) clean up the damage after it's done (which is important but gives the people doing the damage zero reason not to keep going as they are) or b.) to abandon the planet altogether and start the whole thing up somewhere else Facts don't get through. Because facts won't get through, that means empathy doesn't work. Neither does fear. Consequences don't stick or are nonexistant.

That's where we are. So what are we to do? That's why I've been thinking about agency so much lately. I used to be mad at Sartre for claiming he was a "writer who resisted, not a resistor who wrote". Maybe I'm still mad at him about that, but maybe he also wasn't entirely wrong about it. Because it seems to me, as terrible as that list of where we are is, the very worst point is the last. If facts don't get through, then nothing else can change. When facts don't count, all that's left is stories. And that, we can do something about. The powerful already know that. They use stories all the time to hurt people they don't like or want to get rid of. They have all the other levers now, but we still have at least this one. Not to tear down people we don't agree with, but to imagine the way out of all this. To build up the world we want to see. Facts might not get through, but the truth can.

It's not just me who says so. Research has found people have similar psychologic feelings of connection and loss with characters in art they consume. In books, in video games, in movies (and more). Put the truth into a new context and maybe it gets absorbed. Ask someone to have empathy for someone struggling in their community and people may just dismiss them as lazy or bad or dishonest. But make an outsider a hero in a story, and maybe people start to have compassion for them. Maybe they start making small connections to people in similar situations in their outside life. If you ask someone to do something about climate change and maybe they tell you it's all a hoax or feel too small and powerless to do anything worth while. But build up a world in a book or a game, make people fall in love with it, and then destroy it and maybe it makes an impact. Better than that, after the destruction, if the world is rebuilt, maybe people get ideas about their own lives.

It doesn't have to be postapocalyptic. It doesn't have to be dystopian. It doesn't even have to be sci fi. Oliver Twist wasn't. A Patch of Blue wasn't. Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry wasn't. Whatever you write, however you write, happy ending or gritty or sad, the same truths can get through. That's why they can be taken out of their real world context and still work.

Good people care about what happens to other people and work to shield them, to help them. No matter the differences between them. Doing what's right sometimes means a character doesn't "win". A heroic character does what's right anyway. Or, if they choose not to, pay a heavy price. A healthy world is one where the characters are cautious about how they use it and recognize and try to prevent or repair collateral damage. Equity and fairness are important and desirable. Kindness is attractive. People are stronger together.

You don't have to be a "big name" to do it. In fact, the smaller you are, the longer you'll get away with it without paying a price. Stay brave and remember you don't know who exactly is reading (or watching or playing). I'm not going to claim it'll be easy, even then. We're going to fail. Scapegoat did. And then we're going to try and fail again. And again. And maybe someday, we'll be succeeding even though we don't know.

Maybe someday, someone changes their mind because of something we made. Or starts to change it. Maybe more than one somebody. And maybe we never, ever know. That's ok. There are a lot of artists who never knew, can never know, but did it anyway. Because their stories and music and art were their most potent form of agency. And they had to have faith in their work, as ugly or misshapen as they thought it might be, that the truth would leak through somehow.

I can't tear down his camps by myself. Not even if I called and wrote and organized every day. But if I can upset enough people about the idea of good people trapped in a prison for no reason, then maybe I get some folks to help me. I can't clean up the world, no matter how much I recycle or compost or pick up litter. But if I get enough people nervous about what happens when there's not enough resources left by writing about a refugee space ship on a hopeless, endless journey to find a new world, maybe someone will have a better idea about how to fix it.

Maybe this doesn't seem like anything new. Maybe it seems as small as the difference between being a writer who resists or being a resistor who writes. It's frustrating that all we might have left are words that people may never hear or see. But words are what stories are made of. And stories are what civilizations are made of. We're in a war now, about which stories get to be read or heard. About what kind of civilization we're going to be. I'd rather fail at making a better one than succeed in building a terrible one.

Maybe that's not a very hopeful message. Maybe I should tell you never to give up, to keep on keeping on. It's not working. And I'm sorry for that. I'm not going to tell you to stop doing what you've been doing, because I can't give up on it either. I'm just saying, be ready. Start building something new, some new blueprint. So it'll be there when it's time. It'll be up to others (or us all) to actually construct it, but it's up to the storytellers, the musicians, the artists to imagine it in the first place. It's our turn now.

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First Date ~ Jeongin

Summary: Jeongin goes on his very first date with you and he's getting as much advice from the members as he can.

Warnings: None

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Jeongin was frantic. He had his first date with you in three hours, and he didn't know what to do. The plan that he had told you was to get lunch then walk around a bit to explore the city. But since this morning, he has been going through his closet to find the best outfit and practising what to say so it's not too awkward.

"Jeongin, sit down and relax," Chan said, laughing, watching the younger boy pace in the living room.

"What time is it?" Jeongin asked, ignoring Chan and looking at the clock.

"Its still 10, you've got a while to go."

"We should go early, I don't want to be late."

Neither Jeongin, nor you, could drive, so Jeongin shyly asked Chan to take the both of you to your first destination. He asked you if it was okay, and you agreed, so Chan was your chauffeur for your date.

"Your date's at 1:30, right?" Chan asked, trying his best to calm Jeongin.

"Yea, sharp, we gotta be on time, or even early!" Jeongin explained.

Jisung, Minho, and Hyunjin came into the living room to play games.

"Is he still-?" Jisung asked, motioning to Jeongin, Chan nodded.

Minho laughed, going to his room for a bit before coming out with a handful of cash, handing it to Jeongin, making the younger one look up at him questioningly.

"You know, when you're with someone you like, and you both get really close. Maybe you might even want to get closer, a little protection is always a good idea," Minho explained, closing Jeongin's fingers around the money. Jeongin's face went red, shoving the money back into Minho's chest.

"I'm not planning anything like that!" He yelled in disgust, sticking his tongue out at Minho, making everyone laugh.

"Don't panic, and let things unravel the way they do, don't force anything if it isn't happening," Hyunjin said, offering Jeongin the first real piece of advice.

"How do I know if I'm trying force something?" Jeongin asked, sitting with Hyunjin.

"When nothing is working," Hyunjin said laughing.

Jeongin felt like he had a lot to think about, he wanted to plan everything, but wanted things to flow at the same time. He sat in silence, thinking of everything that could go wrong, and ways to prevent it.

He came up with a scenario where aliens try to invade, and he saves you. The two of you being forced live in a postapocalyptic world. He almost cried when you almost died because of one the aliens.

He was pulled from his thoughts when Jisung handed him a controller, "distract yourself for now," he said. Jeongin took the controller and played, putting his mind at temporary ease.

Two hours later, Chan comes into the room, seeing the boys still playing, "Jeongin, ready?" He asks. Jeongin almost jumps out of his skin, "yea! What time is it?" He rushes to grab his wallet and out the door.

As Chan drives, Jeongin kept talking, asking about anything. Once at your house, he leaves the car to come get you, instead of texting.

"H-hi, Y/N!" He greeted, mentally slapping himself for stuttering, "y-you look good."

"Thanks! So do you," you return his compliment. He takes your hand, leading you the car, opening the door for you.

"That's Chan," Jeongin quickly introduces. The drive was fun, Chan making you feel at ease, and Jeongin beginning to calm his nerves.

"Just text me when I need to pick you guys up!" Chan says through the window to the two of you, waving as he drove off. You two were at a little restaurant that wasn't fancy or too expensive, it was one of those places meant for people to hang out at, rather than just eat.

It started off simple, and a little awkward, but you both warmed up to each other really quickly, and really hit it off. After lunch, you suggested that you both pay separately, and Jeongin agreed, going first. But when you went up, you found he had paid for you too.

"Where to now?" You asked, both of you walking down a street.

"I don't really know, maybe.." He looked around, "here," the pointed at a shop that sold trinkets. You both went in, looking around. You found a beautiful necklace. It had a heart shaped cage pendant, with your birthstone inside, all on a silver chain.

"Wow," you looked at it. Jeongin looked with you, marvelling at the pendant.

"It's beautiful," he agreed. He wanted to spoil you, but he wasn't sure how. Should he buy the necklace? But what if you just though it looked good, but didn't actually want to own it? When you turned away, he grabbed it anyway. When you left, he told you wait outside as he had to use the bathroom, just so he could buy the necklace alone, and maybe surprise you with it later. After, you two got ice cream, then went to a toy shop where he bought found matching his and hers teddy bears. It was at that place where he decided it was time to text Chan. The sky began to darken with threatening clouds.

"We can spend the rest of the day at my place," Jeongin offered, not wanting the day to end. Chan pulled up to where you both were, Jeongin opening the your door before rushing to his.

"Am I dropping you off?" He asked you. You thought about it, but decided, why not go with Jeongin?

"Jeongin wanted me to come over." You explained. Chan looked at Jeongin who turned red, but nodded and headed off to their dorm.

Right when you entered the dorm, all the boys in the immediate vicinity looked your way. You felt awkward. Jeongin sensed this and took your hand, "it's okay, follow me." He brought you to his room, passing Minho, who winked at him.

"Sorry about all of them," Jeongin apologized once the door was closed. You sat on his bed

"Its fine, they seem like good people," you shrugged, accepting his crazy housemates.

"So, uh, how was today?" He asked you, rubbing the back of his neck. He sat across from you.

"I had fun," you smiled, "thank you for taking me out." You took his hands in yours, making the boy blush even more.

"I haven't asked you yet, but" he took a deep breath, "want to be my girlfriend?" He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You smiled, "yes, Jeongin, I'll be your girlfriend," you confirmed. The boy smiled the biggest smile he could.

"So.. can i kiss you now?" He asked, before looking down again. Instead of answering, you held his head to look at you before leaning in to kiss him gently. The boy squealed lightly in the kiss before kissing back properly.

When he pulled away, he couldn't stop smiling, "w-wow! Thank you!" He said, taking his hands from yours and twiddling with his thumbs.

You looked at the cute, awkward boy before and you can just tell that this is the start for something that might just last.

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An abundance of achieved avid gamers look down their noses at Fortnite, how, Maybe, that some jazz and blues diehards, in 1964, dismissed the Beatles. The dances, the alliterative spot-names, the dearth of true postapocalyptic menace: these can point out a lack of seriousness that to some would seem spell-breaking. A classmate of Gizzard Lizard’s, ZenoMachine, a gamer for longer than would seem plausible (he commenced enjoying Crew Fortress 2 in kindergarten and now develops his personal video games), will be the eighth quality’s resident Fortnite Scrooge. “Firstly, I’m not a supporter from the polygons,” ZenoMachine informed me. We ended up on the park bench, immediately after university—a uncommon strike of daylight. “It's a Hello-res texture but reduced-res polygons.” Gizzard Lizard had warned me that I wouldn’t fully grasp ZenoMachine, but I gathered that he was critiquing the game’s aesthetics. He favored a realer seem. He objected to particular inconsistencies. The pickaxe, one example is, which gamers use to demolish walls and buildings, brings about almost no damage to other players as a weapon. “How can that be?” he explained. “I see why a good deal of individuals like Fortnite. It targets players who aren’t expert. But it surely violates the legislation of regularity.” He claimed that The 1st time he played he gained—by hiding out right up until All people else experienced pretty much been killed off. This is recognized as camping, and is frowned upon by frequent gamers. “If a little something as simple as player preference influences the other players’ practical experience, you’ve acquired a layout flaw,” ZenoMachine stated.

ZenoMachine develops his individual video games employing a platform called the Unreal Engine. Fortnite, since it comes about, is developed to the Unreal Motor, too. The sport will be the generation of a firm called Epic Games, dependent outside Raleigh, North Carolina. In 1998, Epic produced a first-man or woman shooter identified as Unreal, which enjoyed only reasonable results but which, almost by chance, had an enduring impact on the evolution of online video games. Epic made use of Unreal’s underlying architecture, plus some of its sections, to create what came to become called the Unreal Motor, a fundamental platform that supports all manner of online games, be they shooters, brawlers, platformers, or sandbox R.P.G.s. It’s in essence a collection of resources that developers can use to style and design and Establish online games along with other simulations. As opposed to ranging from scratch in, say, C++, the popular graphic-coding language, independent builders and also other firms use the Unreal Motor for making their own personal games. (The licensing on the engine, consequently, presents Epic the money move to dedicate time and methods to the development of strike video games like Fortnite.) Each and every year, Epic works by using existing games, many of them all but overlooked, to soup up the Unreal Engine, to ensure that it could deal with an at any time a lot more complex assortment of calls for. Fortnite was the primary Unreal Motor four release. Amid other items, Epic needed to adapt the motor that will help its servers accommodate the huge degree of knowledge that has to be processed instantaneously when 100 players are competing in only one Struggle Royale spherical. The query of which steps have an effect on Other folks, and from what distance, on this vast storm-sieged island—the aged if-then trouble—is a lot more complex than it would seem.

“Visualize Fortnite as a visible method of media,” Jamin Warren, the editor of the lifestyle-and-gaming journal Destroy Monitor, explained to me. No matter what Fortnite’s allure to be a activity to Participate in, it is also seemingly one of the most beguiling a person to view. As video clip-video game spectatorship fills arenas, and siphons a generation clear of genuine sports activities, Fortnite is now the most considered game on YouTube—by March, there were Nearly a few billion views in the many sessions that players had uploaded—and the very best recreation on Twitch, the streaming platform. Observing isn’t only for spazzes any longer. “It’s developed A sort of worldwide arcade,” Warren explained. “As opposed to some Youngsters on the lookout around the shoulder of the hot-shot more mature brother or regardless of what, down within the mall, you've got many men and women observing, and the individual taking part in the game is actually a millionaire.”

The medium’s breakout star is named Ninja. He is a previous professional Halo player named Tyler Blevins, that has mentioned that he can make more than half 1,000,000 bucks a month by streaming his Fortnite sessions, and his cost-free-associative commentary, on Twitch (that's owned by Amazon). His YouTube channel has over ten million subscribers. Last month, he hosted a Fortnite Event in Las Vegas, within an e-sporting activities arena, and Nearly seven hundred thousand people tuned in to his Twitch stream. I’ve read a lot of teenagers refer to him as The usa’s most significant entertainer—which is not as hyperbolic as it Seems. In April, Ninja ranked increased than any athlete on earth in “social interactions,” a measure of social-media likes, comments, shares, and views. Cristiano Ronaldo was No. 2. In March, Ninja consented to a Fortnite session with Drake.

Blevins, who's twenty-6, comes from outdoors Detroit and lives near Chicago (he won’t say the place) with his spouse, who handles his small business affairs. He streams 10 to fourteen hrs daily, typically from about 9 A.M. to three P.M. after which you can from six P.M. right until Each time. All instructed, he logs about 300 hours per month. What 1 sees is his activity screen, with his avatar in whatever pores and skin he has selected, and, within an inset, a perpetual shot of Blevins himself. A ninja headband girds a Bieber-ish shock of hair that he dyes diverse hues: emerald eco-friendly, platinum, yellow. He’s a lean, boyish person who seems to make an work to take care of some semblance of the smile at all times. His spiel is goofy, caffeinated, and moderately cocky. He does impressions. In March, he was mumbling some rap lyrics as he performed, and by some means the phrase “indica” arrived out given that the N-word. Amid the backlash, he apologized, form of, and, when it came time for me to speak to him very last week, his supervisor’s one particular affliction was which i not check with him about it, as he’d already reported what there was to mention, which was, in part, “I assure that there was no mal intent (I wasn’t even wanting to say the term—I fumbled lyrics and got tongue-tied in the worst attainable way).” A scrupulous journalist may need referred to as from the job interview, but the teens I’d been speaking with about the activity were so amazed that I might talk with Ninja that I caved. At the final second, however, Ninja bailed, saying health issues. Burn! (“I’m very sure which was BS,” one of those teenagers texted me. “I think he was streaming currently.”) At any price, Ninja’s sensitivity is a sign that avid gamers like him are coming into the mainstream. They've got to view whatever they say.

Onscreen, the millionaire maintains the environs from the gamer boy. The digicam usually takes within an acoustic-tile ceiling, wall-to-wall carpeting, bare drywall, in addition to a fourposter bed. There’s a framed Detroit Lions poster propped towards a wall, together with a mini-fridge stocked with Pink Bull. Ninja can be a lifelong gamer, but he helps make a degree to remind his followers, lest they have the drop-every little thing bug, that he did perfectly at school, played soccer and various sporting activities, completed faculty even though holding down a job at Noodles & Corporation, and even appeared, along with his family, on “Household Feud.” The game skill is legit. He wins a little something like half of your numerous online games he performs every single 7 days, against all comers. He’s a crack shot and has a nose for the significant floor. As generally as not, It appears he’s rarely being attentive. He’s examining enthusiasts’ messages out loud, like a communicate-radio host, or jabbering with A further Fortnite star, which include Dr. Lupo or KingRichard, if they’ve teamed up to get a match or two: “The recoil on this detail is stupid”; “You said you experienced an entire protect, ass”; “So hold my dick”; “That dude was attempting to consume a chug jug. What a noob.” All accompanied by occasional bursts of gunfire. “To any person watching the stream, I hope you guys are having fun with the articles, man.”

Gizzard Lizard’s shoot-out in Tomato City happened on the final night time of April, which was the final night of Time 3. Anticipation was working higher. One of the ingenious improvements of Fortnite would be to introduce seasons of about two months, as on a cable-television collection, and to integrate new plot and game components. (Very last week, within a crossover masterstroke, Thanos, the indestructible villain of the new Avengers Film, dropped in on the game—that is certainly, gamers could adopt a Thanos pores and skin—and so, for quite a while, the Fortnite established gleefully schooled a variety of Thanoses in a method that the Avengers couldn't.) On April 30th, a comet that had been hovering over the island was alleged to strike right after midnight. For times, meteors had been showering the sport. Teasers—the most up-to-date becoming “brace for effect”—had influenced a raft of speculation and conspiracy theories. At the outset, persons expected the comet to strike the crowded urban setting generally known as Tilted Towers, but some clues led Some others to forecast, appropriately, the comet would wipe out Dusty Depot, which was thereafter being known as Dusty Divot.

It absolutely was not easy to do homework on a night such as this; Gizzard Lizard returned to the game. He performed over a Computer he’d designed at school. It didn’t Possess a graphics card. He’d under no circumstances been a major gamer—his mom and dad ended up pretty strict about screens and experienced by no means consented to an Xbox or even a Wii—however he’d performed Minecraft for quite a while. This standard of obsession was some thing new. He observed on his uncover-your-mates bar that lots of schoolmates were being enjoying, so he FaceTimed a person who goes by ism64. They teamed up and hit Blessed Landing. Gizzard Lizard wore an earbud beneath a set of earphones, to ensure he could speak with ism64 while listening for your sound of approaching enemies. From a length, it appeared that he was speaking to himself: “Permit’s just Make. Watch out, you’re gonna be trapped underneath my ramp. I’m hitting this John Wick. Oh my God, he just pumped me. Come revive me. Develop about me and are available revive me. Wait around, can I've that chug jug? Thank you.”

I’d been struck, watching Gizzard Lizard’s game titles for a couple of days, by how the spirit of collaboration, amid the urgency of mission and threat, appeared to deliver out anything approaching gentleness. He and his buddies did favors for each other, watched one another’s backs, supplied encouragement. This was something that I hadn’t observed Substantially of, say, down for the rink. 1 could argue the aged arcade, with the ever-existing menace of bullying and harassment as well as problem of proclaiming dibs, uncovered A child to the earth—it’s character-constructing!—but there was a thing for being explained for this type of refuge, even though it did include assault rifles and grenades.

And afterwards the John Wick was on him. “Oh God! Oh God!” Foiled once again.

A John Wick was an accomplished participant who had earned a pores and skin that bears a resemblance towards the character played by Keanu Reeves within the “John Wick” movies. (Officially, the pores and skin is called the Reaper, presumably to prevent licensing costs, but gamers call it John Wick.) It was available to anybody who experienced attained all hundred tiers of the game in Period three—a mix of achievement and practical experience which might have expected taking part in for concerning seventy-five and 100 and fifty hrs.

As the final several hours of Year three expired, gamers scrambled to reach Tier one hundred, and get their John Wick skins. Gizzard Lizard was nowhere close. He’d started off the year as a noob. Appear the following early morning, Working day One among Season 4, he experienced a plan to place from the several hours to have to Tier a hundred. It could get critical determination. For the first time, he procured a thousand Fortnite V-bucks, for $nine.ninety nine, with which to get skins. He went Along with the Carbide, a sleek one that introduced to mind a wetsuit. This was the first time he—or, far more to The purpose, his dad and mom—had at any time expended anything at all but quarters with a game.

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Lots of achieved gamers seem down their noses at Fortnite, the way, Potentially, that some jazz and blues diehards, in 1964, dismissed the Beatles. The dances, the alliterative position-names, the dearth of correct postapocalyptic menace: these can point out a lack of seriousness that to some appears spell-breaking. A classmate of Gizzard Lizard’s, ZenoMachine, a gamer for for a longer time than looks plausible (he started taking part in Workforce Fortress 2 in kindergarten and now develops his personal video games), is the eighth grade’s resident Fortnite Scrooge. “First off, I’m not a supporter on the polygons,” ZenoMachine informed me. We had been on a park bench, after school—a scarce hit of daylight. “It's a Hello-res texture but low-res polygons.” Gizzard Lizard experienced warned me that I wouldn’t recognize ZenoMachine, but I gathered that he was critiquing the game’s aesthetics. He liked a realer glimpse. He objected to certain inconsistencies. The pickaxe, one example is, which players use to demolish partitions and buildings, leads to Virtually no harm to other gamers as being a weapon. “How can that be?” he mentioned. “I see why a good deal of people like Fortnite. It targets players who aren’t expert. Nonetheless it violates the legal guidelines of regularity.” He reported that The 1st time he played he received—by hiding out till Every person else experienced practically been killed off. This is called camping, and is also frowned on by regular players. “If a little something as simple as participant preference impacts the other gamers’ working experience, you’ve acquired a design flaw,” ZenoMachine mentioned.

ZenoMachine develops his have video games using a System known as the Unreal Engine. Fortnite, since it happens, is constructed within the Unreal Motor, way too. The game may be the generation of a company known as Epic Game titles, centered outdoors Raleigh, North Carolina. In 1998, Epic unveiled a first-particular person shooter identified as Unreal, which relished only reasonable achievements but which, Nearly by accident, experienced an enduring influence on the evolution of video video games. Epic utilized Unreal’s underlying architecture, and many of its elements, to generate what came being generally known as the Unreal Motor, a standard platform that supports all way of video games, be they shooters, brawlers, platformers, or sandbox R.P.G.s. It’s fundamentally a collection of tools that builders can use to structure and Create online games and also other simulations. Rather then starting from scratch in, say, C++, the popular graphic-coding language, impartial developers as well as other organizations utilize the Unreal Engine to create their particular video games. (The licensing of your engine, subsequently, provides Epic the hard cash movement to dedicate time and methods to the development of hit game titles like Fortnite.) Annually, Epic utilizes existing video games, a number of them all but forgotten, to soup up the Unreal Engine, so that it may take care of an at any time a lot more subtle variety of requires. Fortnite was the initial Unreal Engine 4 launch. Between other issues, Epic needed to adapt the engine to aid its servers accommodate the huge degree of knowledge that needs to be processed instantaneously when 100 players are competing in only one Fight Royale spherical. The query of which steps have an effect on Many others, and from what length, on this wide storm-sieged island—the aged if-then trouble—is far more sophisticated than it would appear.

“Consider Fortnite as a visible sort of media,” Jamin Warren, the editor of your culture-and-gaming journal Get rid of Display, advised me. No matter what Fortnite’s allure like a recreation to Participate in, It is additionally apparently by far the most beguiling one particular to observe. As movie-recreation spectatorship fills arenas, and siphons a technology far from true athletics, Fortnite is becoming probably the most seen recreation on YouTube—by March, there were Pretty much a few billion views of the an incredible number of sessions that players had uploaded—and the highest match on Twitch, the streaming System. Observing isn’t just for spazzes anymore. “It’s designed A form of world arcade,” Warren explained. “Rather than a number of Young ones searching more than the shoulder of the new-shot older brother or whatever, down at the mall, you have numerous people today viewing, and the person actively playing the sport is actually a millionaire.”

The medium’s breakout star is called Ninja. He is a former Specialist Halo participant named Tyler Blevins, who's got reported that he makes in excess of 50 % a million dollars per month by streaming his Fortnite classes, and his free-associative commentary, on Twitch (that's owned by Amazon). His YouTube channel has greater than 10 million subscribers. Very last thirty day period, he hosted a Fortnite Match in Las Vegas, within an e-athletics arena, and Virtually seven hundred thousand people tuned in to his Twitch stream. I’ve heard numerous teenagers consult with him as The united states’s most significant entertainer—which isn't as hyperbolic as it Seems. In April, Ninja ranked greater than any athlete on this planet in “social interactions,” a evaluate of social-media likes, feedback, shares, and views. Cristiano Ronaldo was No. 2. In March, Ninja consented to the Fortnite session with Drake.

Blevins, that is 20-6, originates from outside Detroit and lives close to Chicago (he won’t say in which) with his spouse, who handles his small business affairs. He streams 10 to fourteen hrs on a daily basis, normally from about nine A.M. to 3 P.M. then from 6 P.M. until finally Every time. All instructed, he logs about 300 several hours a month. What a person sees is his recreation display screen, with his avatar in no matter what skin he has picked, and, within an inset, a perpetual shot of Blevins himself. A ninja headband girds a Bieber-ish shock of hair that he dyes different shades: emerald green, platinum, yellow. He’s a lean, boyish dude who seems to make an effort and hard work to keep up some semblance of a smile at all times. His spiel is goofy, caffeinated, and reasonably cocky. He does impressions. In March, he was mumbling some rap lyrics as he performed, and by some means the term “indica” arrived out because the N-word. Amid the backlash, he apologized, sort of, and, when it arrived time for me to speak to him past week, his manager’s 1 problem was which i not check with him about this, as he’d now mentioned what there was to mention, which was, partly, “I assure that there was no mal intent (I wasn’t even attempting to say the word—I fumbled lyrics and acquired tongue-tied within the worst feasible way).” A scrupulous journalist might have referred to as from the job interview, but the teens I’d been talking to with regard to the recreation ended up so impressed that I'd speak with Ninja which i caved. At the final second, however, Ninja bailed, proclaiming illness. Burn up! (“I’m very sure that was BS,” a type of teenagers texted me. “I do think he was streaming currently.”) At any rate, Ninja’s sensitivity is an indication that gamers like him are coming into the mainstream. They've to watch what they say.

Onscreen, the millionaire maintains the environs of your gamer boy. The camera takes within an acoustic-tile ceiling, wall-to-wall carpeting, bare drywall, along with a fourposter mattress. There’s a framed Detroit Lions poster propped against a wall, along with a mini-fridge stocked with Red Bull. Ninja is a lifelong gamer, but he tends to make a degree to remind his fans, lest they obtain the fall-every thing bug, that he did very well at school, played soccer together with other sports activities, concluded school while holding down a occupation at Noodles & Firm, and perhaps appeared, with his family members, on “Spouse and children Feud.” The sport talent is legit. He wins one thing like 50 % in the numerous online games he plays each week, towards all comers. He’s a crack shot and has a nose for the higher floor. As normally as not, it seems he’s hardly being attentive. He’s studying admirers’ messages out loud, similar to a discuss-radio host, or jabbering with One more Fortnite star, such as Dr. Lupo or KingRichard, if they’ve teamed up for a match or two: “The recoil on this detail is stupid”; “You stated you had an entire shield, ass”; “So maintain my dick”; “That guy was seeking to drink a chug jug. What a noob.” All accompanied by occasional bursts of gunfire. “To any person looking at the stream, I hope you guys are making the most of the content, gentleman.”

Gizzard Lizard’s shoot-out in Tomato Town befell on the last night time of April, which was the final evening of Period three. Anticipation was working superior. One of the ingenious innovations of Fortnite is usually to introduce seasons of about two months, as with a cable-tv series, and also to combine new plot and sport elements. (Last 7 days, inside a crossover masterstroke, Thanos, the indestructible villain of The brand new Avengers Motion picture, dropped in on the sport—that's, gamers could undertake a Thanos pores and skin—and so, for a while, the Fortnite set gleefully schooled several Thanoses in a method the Avengers could not.) On April 30th, a comet that had been hovering about the island was designed to strike just after midnight. For times, meteors were showering the sport. Teasers—the latest becoming “brace for effect”—experienced motivated a raft of speculation and conspiracy theories. Initially, men and women expected the comet to hit the crowded city environment referred to as Tilted Towers, but some clues led Other folks to predict, the right way, that the comet would wipe out Dusty Depot, which was thereafter to become called Dusty Divot.

It absolutely was challenging to do research on an evening like this; Gizzard Lizard returned to the sport. He played over a Computer he’d constructed at school. It didn’t Use a graphics card. He’d by no means been a huge gamer—his mom and dad had been quite rigid about screens and had by no means consented to an Xbox or even a Wii—however he’d played Minecraft for quite a while. This volume of obsession was a little something new. He noticed on his find-your-close friends bar that lots of schoolmates had been enjoying, so he FaceTimed a single who goes by ism64. They teamed up and hit Fortunate Landing. Gizzard Lizard wore an earbud below a list of earphones, to ensure that he could talk with ism64 though listening to the seem of approaching enemies. From the distance, it appeared that he was speaking to himself: “Permit’s just Create. Be careful, you’re gonna be trapped below my ramp. I’m hitting this John Wick. Oh my God, he just pumped me. Arrive revive me. Develop close to me and come revive me. Hold out, can I've that chug jug? Thank you.”

I’d been struck, observing Gizzard Lizard’s games for a couple of days, by how the spirit of collaboration, amid the urgency of mission and risk, seemed to deliver out a little something approaching gentleness. He and his pals did favors for each other, viewed one another’s backs, made available encouragement. This was a thing that I hadn’t witnessed Significantly of, say, down with the rink. A single could argue that the outdated arcade, With all the at any time-existing danger of bullying and harassment and also the challenge of boasting dibs, uncovered a kid to the globe—it’s character-setting up!—but there was some thing for being explained for this type of refuge, regardless of whether it did contain assault rifles and grenades.

Then the John Wick was on him. “Oh God! Oh God!” Foiled yet again.

A John Wick was an achieved player who experienced attained a skin that bears a resemblance for the character performed by Keanu Reeves during the “John Wick” videos. (Formally, the pores and skin is known as the Reaper, presumably to stay away from licensing charges, but gamers phone it John Wick.) It had been available to anybody who had attained all hundred tiers of the game in Period three—a mix of achievement and knowledge which might have needed enjoying for concerning seventy-5 and a hundred and fifty several hours.

As the final hours of Period 3 expired, players scrambled to achieve Tier a hundred, and acquire their John Wick skins. Gizzard Lizard was nowhere shut. He’d started the year as a noob. Come the following morning, Working day Considered one of Season four, he experienced a decide to put during the hrs to receive to Tier one hundred. It will just take critical dedication. For The 1st time, he bought a thousand Fortnite V-bucks, for $nine.99, with which to get skins. He went While using the Carbide, a sleek one which brought to brain a wetsuit. This was The 1st time he—or, far more to The purpose, his mother and father—had at any time spent anything but quarters with a recreation.

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Players, youthful kinds anyway, don’t appear to note these types of points. They’re soon after assault rifles (ideally the Famous SCAR), pump shotguns, bolt-action sniper rifles (the scope is often a boon), chug jugs, slurp juices, bandages, medkits, and protect potions. They see, and covet, skins that seem amazing but don't have any bearing on match Engage in; for 20 bucks, it is possible to don the Leviathan or the Raven. Or they fixate on dance moves, the so-identified as victory emotes you may have your avatar accomplish, in the warmth of struggle or after a kill. The Floss, the Refreshing, the Squat Kick, the Wiggle—these have spilled out into the entire world. You could discover individuals all-around you, or Skilled athletes on Television set, breaking into strange dances. The a person generally known as Go ahead and take L is huge lately in the Bundesliga and at Minute Maid Park.

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An abundance of attained avid gamers search down their noses at Fortnite, the way in which, Possibly, that some jazz and blues diehards, in 1964, dismissed the Beatles. The dances, the alliterative put-names, the dearth of legitimate postapocalyptic menace: these can suggest a lack of seriousness that to some appears spell-breaking. A classmate of Gizzard Lizard’s, ZenoMachine, a gamer for more time than appears to be plausible (he started enjoying Group Fortress two in kindergarten and now develops his very own online games), would be the eighth grade’s resident Fortnite Scrooge. “To begin with, I’m not a supporter in the polygons,” ZenoMachine instructed me. We were being with a park bench, following college—a exceptional hit of sunlight. “It has a hi-res texture but lower-res polygons.” Gizzard Lizard had warned me which i wouldn’t understand ZenoMachine, but I gathered that he was critiquing the sport’s aesthetics. He liked a realer look. He objected to specific inconsistencies. The pickaxe, by way of example, which gamers use to demolish walls and properties, leads to Pretty much no harm to other players as a weapon. “How can that be?” he reported. “I see why a lot of individuals like Fortnite. It targets players who aren’t skilled. Nevertheless it violates the legislation of consistency.” He mentioned that The 1st time he played he won—by hiding out until Anyone else had basically been killed off. This is known as camping, which is frowned on by normal gamers. “If some thing as simple as participant option influences another players’ practical experience, you’ve received a structure flaw,” ZenoMachine mentioned.

ZenoMachine develops his own video games using a System called the Unreal Motor. Fortnite, as it takes place, is designed within the Unreal Engine, far too. The game may be the generation of a company called Epic Games, based mostly outside the house Raleigh, North Carolina. In 1998, Epic introduced a primary-person shooter identified as Unreal, which appreciated only average achievements but which, Just about accidentally, had an enduring affect about the evolution of video clip game titles. Epic made use of Unreal’s fundamental architecture, and some of its sections, to help make what came to get referred to as the Unreal Motor, a simple System that supports all method of online games, be they shooters, brawlers, platformers, or sandbox R.P.G.s. It’s mainly a set of resources that developers can use to style and design and Make games and various simulations. As opposed to starting from scratch in, say, C++, the popular graphic-coding language, impartial developers and various businesses use the Unreal Motor for making their own individual video games. (The licensing from the engine, consequently, presents Epic the money flow to commit time and sources to the development of hit online games like Fortnite.) Yearly, Epic uses existing games, some of them all but forgotten, to soup up the Unreal Engine, to make sure that it could possibly deal with an at any time far more advanced variety of needs. Fortnite was the primary Unreal Engine 4 release. Among the other factors, Epic needed to adapt the engine to assist its servers accommodate the large level of information that should be processed instantaneously when 100 gamers are competing in only one Struggle Royale round. The concern of which steps impact Other people, and from what length, on this huge storm-sieged island—the aged if-then dilemma—is way more complex than it would seem.

“Think about Fortnite as a visible form of media,” Jamin Warren, the editor in the society-and-gaming journal Eliminate Monitor, told me. Whichever Fortnite’s allure as being a activity to play, It is usually seemingly by far the most beguiling just one to watch. As video clip-sport spectatorship fills arenas, and siphons a era away from real athletics, Fortnite happens to be probably the most seen match on YouTube—by March, there had been Nearly three billion sights with the many classes that gamers had uploaded—and the best activity on Twitch, the streaming System. Seeing isn’t only for spazzes any more. “It’s created A sort of worldwide arcade,” Warren said. “As opposed to a few Youngsters searching above the shoulder of the new-shot more mature brother or whatsoever, down on the shopping mall, you might have numerous men and women viewing, and the person playing the sport is usually a millionaire.”

The medium’s breakout star is recognized as Ninja. He is a former professional Halo player named Tyler Blevins, who's got reported that he helps make over 50 percent 1,000,000 dollars a month by streaming his Fortnite sessions, and his free-associative commentary, on Twitch (which is owned by Amazon). His YouTube channel has more than ten million subscribers. Previous month, he hosted a Fortnite Event in Las Vegas, in an e-sporting activities arena, and Nearly seven hundred thousand people tuned in to his Twitch stream. I’ve listened to several teens seek advice from him as The united states’s major entertainer—which is not as hyperbolic as it Appears. In April, Ninja rated bigger than any athlete on the planet in “social interactions,” a evaluate of social-media likes, opinions, shares, and views. Cristiano Ronaldo was No. 2. In March, Ninja consented to a Fortnite session with Drake.

Blevins, who's twenty-six, originates from outside Detroit and lives around Chicago (he won’t say where by) together with his spouse, who handles his business affairs. He streams ten to fourteen hours on a daily basis, commonly from about 9 A.M. to three P.M. after which from 6 P.M. right up until Anytime. All instructed, he logs about 300 hours a month. What 1 sees is his sport monitor, together with his avatar in whatsoever pores and skin he has preferred, and, within an inset, a perpetual shot of Blevins himself. A ninja headband girds a Bieber-ish shock of hair that he dyes diverse colors: emerald environmentally friendly, platinum, yellow. He’s a lean, boyish dude who seems to make an effort to take care of some semblance of the smile constantly. His spiel is goofy, caffeinated, and moderately cocky. He does impressions. In March, he was mumbling some rap lyrics as he performed, and someway the word “indica” arrived out as the N-phrase. Amid the backlash, he apologized, form of, and, when it arrived time for me to speak to him past week, his manager’s a single issue was that I not check with him about it, as he’d currently mentioned what there was to mention, which was, partially, “I assure that there was no mal intent (I wasn’t even attempting to say the phrase—I fumbled lyrics and obtained tongue-tied from the worst probable way).” A scrupulous journalist may need named off the interview, but the teenagers I’d been speaking with about the sport were so amazed that I might speak to Ninja which i caved. At the final minute, nevertheless, Ninja bailed, professing disease. Melt away! (“I’m fairly confident which was BS,” one of those teens texted me. “I think he was streaming today.”) At any fee, Ninja’s sensitivity is an indication that avid gamers like him are moving into the mainstream. They may have to look at the things they say.

Onscreen, the millionaire maintains the environs in the gamer boy. The digital camera can take in an acoustic-tile ceiling, wall-to-wall carpeting, bare drywall, as well as a fourposter bed. There’s a framed Detroit Lions poster propped against a wall, along with a mini-fridge stocked with Pink Bull. Ninja can be a lifelong gamer, but he tends to make a degree to remind his fans, lest they receive the drop-every thing bug, that he did effectively at school, played soccer and various athletics, concluded college or university whilst Keeping down a career at Noodles & Corporation, and in many cases appeared, with his household, on “Loved ones Feud.” The sport talent is legit. He wins anything like fifty percent from the hundreds of video games he plays each 7 days, from all comers. He’s a crack shot and it has a nose for the superior floor. As frequently as not, it seems he’s barely being attentive. He’s reading through lovers’ messages out loud, just like a discuss-radio host, or jabbering with another Fortnite star, for instance Dr. Lupo or KingRichard, whenever they’ve teamed up for the match or two: “The recoil on this issue is Silly”; “You stated you had a complete shield, ass”; “So hold my dick”; “That guy was wanting to drink a chug jug. What a noob.” All accompanied by occasional bursts of gunfire. “To any one watching the stream, I hope you fellas are having fun with the content, man.”

Gizzard Lizard’s shoot-out in Tomato City befell on the final evening of April, which was the last evening of Season 3. Anticipation was jogging high. One of several ingenious innovations of Fortnite is usually to introduce seasons of about two months, as over a cable-tv collection, and also to combine new plot and recreation things. (Previous week, within a crossover masterstroke, Thanos, the indestructible villain of The brand new Avengers Film, dropped in on the game—that is definitely, players could undertake a Thanos skin—and so, for some time, the Fortnite established gleefully schooled a variety of Thanoses in a way that the Avengers couldn't.) On April thirtieth, a comet that had been hovering over the island was speculated to strike following midnight. For times, meteors had been showering the game. Teasers—the newest being “brace for affect”—experienced influenced a raft of speculation and conspiracy theories. Initially, men and women envisioned the comet to hit the crowded urban placing called Tilted Towers, but some clues led Other folks to forecast, the right way, which the comet would wipe out Dusty Depot, which was thereafter to generally be known as Dusty Divot.

It absolutely was difficult to do research on an evening similar to this; Gizzard Lizard returned to the game. He played with a Computer system he’d developed at college. It didn’t Have a very graphics card. He’d in no way been a huge gamer—his parents were relatively rigid about screens and experienced hardly ever consented to an Xbox or even a Wii—although he’d performed Minecraft for some time. This amount of obsession was something new. He noticed on his obtain-your-friends bar that a bunch of schoolmates had been playing, so he FaceTimed one who goes by ism64. They teamed up and hit Blessed Landing. Gizzard Lizard wore an earbud under a list of earphones, to make sure that he could talk with ism64 whilst listening to the seem of approaching enemies. From a distance, it appeared that he was talking to himself: “Enable’s just Establish. Watch out, you’re gonna be trapped below my ramp. I’m hitting this John Wick. Oh my God, he just pumped me. Arrive revive me. Construct about me and come revive me. Hold out, can I've that chug jug? Thanks.”

I’d been struck, observing Gizzard Lizard’s games for a few days, by how the spirit of collaboration, amid the urgency of mission and menace, looked as if it would carry out a thing approaching gentleness. He and his good friends did favors for one another, viewed one another’s backs, provided encouragement. This was a thing that I hadn’t found Considerably of, say, down on the rink. 1 could argue the previous arcade, With all the at any time-current risk of bullying and harassment along with the challenge of professing dibs, uncovered A child to the globe—it’s character-setting up!—but there was something to be mentioned for such a refuge, whether or not it did include assault rifles and grenades.

And afterwards the John Wick was on him. “Oh God! Oh God!” Foiled yet again.

A John Wick was an accomplished player who experienced earned a pores and skin that bears a resemblance for the character performed by Keanu Reeves within the “John Wick” motion pictures. (Formally, the skin is called the Reaper, presumably to prevent licensing expenses, but players phone it John Wick.) It absolutely was accessible to anybody who had attained all hundred tiers of the game in Time 3—a combination of achievement and expertise which would have expected enjoying for among seventy-five and 100 and fifty hrs.

As the last hours of Season 3 expired, players scrambled to succeed in Tier 100, and acquire their John Wick skins. Gizzard Lizard was nowhere close. He’d started the time being a noob. Occur another early morning, Day Considered one of Year 4, he had a plan http://aitais.com/gillicq4lt/post-and-that-means-68933.html to place in the hours to acquire to Tier 100. It would consider serious determination. For the first time, he acquired a thousand Fortnite V-bucks, for $9.99, with which to purchase skins. He went Using the Carbide, a sleek one that introduced to thoughts a wetsuit. This was The very first time he—or, more to The purpose, his mom and dad—had at any time spent nearly anything but quarters with a match.

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Today I’m gonna help everybody and I’m gonna save them from suffering. A few days ago, looking around on Netflix I’ve got to bore to death by watching the new featured movie: “How it ends”. This is a 2018 movie directed by David Rosenthal, written by Brooks McLaren and starred by Theo James and Forest Whitaker.  As written on Netflix’s description of the movie: “When a mysterious disaster turns the country into a war zone, a young lawyer heads west with his future father in law to fin his pregnant fiancée”. Yes!, another post-apocalyptic movie and Yes! Another horrible movie about a post-apocalyptic world. It starts presenting us a lovely couple: Will, the main character performed by Theo James, and Sam and how they are trying to deal with a family drama; telling Sam’s father, Tom, played by Forest Whitaker who hates his son in law, that Sam is pregnant. Of course, somehow the world manages to start falling apart bringing Sam and Tom together in a journey across postapocalyptic USA in order to save Sam. It just took me twenty minutes to guess this movie wouldn’t end good. The movie sadly tries to go in deep within the characters spending lots of time developing the relationship between Will and Sam. Indeed, the postapocalyptic scenery is just useful to bring the two characters isolated and to give them a shared purpose; to save Sam. However, a lot of weird things start to happen during the journey; storms, cities on fire, possible tsunamis, etc. with no explanation at all which doesn’t make much sense. Anyway, they insist on trying to focus in the human drama behind this case of scenes which I believe, and has been proven as done by others, is really good setting to talk about human behavior and the need of survival. End line: If you are looking for a good movie please search for something else, Netflix offers tons of other good movies to watch.

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7 questions after 'The Walking Dead' Hearts Still Beating

"The Walking Dead" is returning much more quietly than it's fall premiere plus a lot less gruesome. Season 7 kicked off with a cringe-inducing double murder that was able to turn the stomachs of even its most longtime fans desensitized to the show's splatter fest. This was the first episode I can recall where people were saying the show had gone too far. Fans not used to seeing Rick Grims and company being put their paces weren't happy as they were all driven down by Negan into misery and subjugation for several episodes. Seeing Daryl Dixon forced naked in a jail cell eating scraps was a shocking change, but it was necessary to show the ramifications the group had when they went after Negan in season six. While Negan may at times be absurdly cartoonish with his antics, he's the worst villain to be on "The Walking Dead," and the only one to take Rick Grimes down to his core where he's lost even more than when he was taking phone calls from his dead wife many seasons back. The last episode of season 7A gave us hope as the crew got back together, and they know they have to fight Negan again or continue losing ratings and driving fans away. It won't be easy as they've now got to band together with other groups to help in their taking down Jeffrey Dean Morgan's memorable bad guy. For those that might be a little foggy on how things ended in December, here's the breakdown review from Heart's Still Beating and then those questions for the Sunday premiere.

The Walking Dead Season 7 Episode 8 Hearts Still Beating Recap Review

Kids. Stay out of pool halls. Nothing good ever comes of it.

Could get stabbed. Maybe shot at. And even cause the death of a friend.

That’s the lesson learned in the mid-season finale of The Walking Dead.

This was a nice wrap-up to a tough season for the good guys. Sure, Team Grimes lost another team member. But the tide is turning. Even if only slightly.

Negan is still in full control, but his excessive bullying is gonna come back to bite him. He’s gotten away with terror tactics on folks that saw fighting back as futile.

Now he’s fucked with the wrong group.

A group that is now ready to go out on their shield if need be.

The episode started and ended with a shot of Maggie at the Hilltop gate. We got a reminder of how big a prick Gregory is, and I’m not sure he will last much longer.

Meanwhile, Negan is playing top chef at Rick’s house. He’s kinda impatient waiting for Rick to get back so he can tell him how Carl tried to assassinate him with the machine gun.

Rick and Aaron were busy getting to the little houseboat that the mystery doomsday prepper left behind. The duo managed to make it to the boat, but Aaron nearly bit the dust when he was yanked into the water.

Guess what, though. The prepper isn’t dead. Someone is watching Rick and Aaron as they load up the guns and supplies. I’m thinking this ninja prepper, whom we see at the very end of the episode, was waiting for someone to take his stuff.

He was out of ammo, so he wanted to find a new group. Anyone who made it through his obstacle course would be pretty powerful so that would be a good group for him to align himself with. Or herself?

We only got a tiny taste of the story at The Kingdom. We see Richard begging Carol and Morgan to help convince Ezekiel that they must fight off the Saviors. This little slave deal they have going doesn't sit well with Richard at all. He knows it will fall apart soon anyway. So why not fight sooner rather than later.

Were you shocked to see Daryl actually escape his cell?

Me too. I figured it was a trick all along. But he made it all the way out, along with Jesus. Of course, he had to use a steel pipe on the brains of Fat Joey before leaving on his motorcycle.

And he also yanked Rick’s hawg-leg pistol back from fat boy too. Could he have let the guy walk away like he begged? Yep, but no way Daryl was taking any chances on getting caught and sent back to his dog crate.

Michonne’s field trip with her hostage didn’t help much. She did realize how formidable Negan’s group is though after seeing the massive layout. She just headed home after popping her carjacking victim with her own pistol and silencer.

When Rick and Aaron arrive back in Alexandria, they get bullied and Aaron takes a real beating just for the hell of it. Nothing they can do. Take it or get someone killed.

Speaking of which, Spencer’s plan to get on Negan’s good side went terribly wrong. Turns out Negan doesn’t like a gutless wonder trying to get him to do Spencer’s dirty work. So he spills Spencer’s guts all over the street.

Didn’t even finish the game of pool.

Negan did slip up and ask the worst question ever. “Anyone want to finish the game?”

Rosita took him up on his offer and took a shot at the king with her single bullet. Barney Fife would have been proud.

But to quote Omar Little from The Wire, “Come at the King, you best not miss.”

She did.

Or more accurately, she hit Lucille instead of Negan. Damn, that was close. And it would have been cool to see Rosita take him out.

Not yet folks. The build up has to continue.

Negan is super pissed at this attempt on his life. He was just playing a friendly game of pool after all. This may change his mind about getting that vacation home in Alexandria he mentioned. Crime rate is just too high there.

Who paid the price for Rosita taking a shot at the king? Poor Oliva. She was murdered and still got insulted after the fact. Negan is cruel in case you have yet to notice.

So Eugene fesses up about making the bullet that is now embedded in Lucille. And he is taken back with Negan and company.

Rick put down zombie Spencer to complete the end of the Monroe family. His brother, mom, and dad all ended up dead after the arrival of Team Grimes. Thanks for coming.

The episode ended with Rick seeing the light as he and Michonne talked things over in the makeshift jail cell. Keep that location in mind for part 2 of season 7.

Rick is now ready to fight. Michonne says just being alive is important. But “it’s what we do with our lives that matters.”

They will find a way. A sensible way to fight an army that far outnumbers them, even if they are joined by the Hilltoppers and Kingdom dwellers.

The show concluded with a shot of Maggie on the wall again. This time, we saw hope on her face though.

Rick and the others walked inside, and hugs were shared.

The best of which was Daryl and Rick. No words needed. The gravity of what they both have been through showed on their faces. Daryl had been treated like a mutt for the past few weeks, and Rick has had his pride ripped from him as he’s watched his people tortured.

Norman Reedus is so good. My daughter actually clapped wildly when she saw him appear from the background at the Hilltop.

Daryl handed over the hawg-leg back to Rick as well. They may not have any bullets, but this group is well on its way to rising up.

The first few episodes of part 2, season 7, should show some careful planning. It has to be more than combining forces with other communities. The attack plan has to be super smart and unconventional.

Negan may be the most ruthless villain we have seen on TWD. Yet he puts himself in harm's way often. Carl could have killed him. And if not for TV luck, Rosita would have put him down.

The next battle Rick and crew wage should be one that they know for sure they can win. Short term and long.

“He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot will be victorious.”

           - The Art of War

Top 7 Questions The Walking Dead Premiere Will Answer

Who all got killed, again?

Glenn and Abraham were the big ones, of course. We also lost Spencer and Olivia, but they were pretty marginal. Daryl and Eugene were taken by the Saviors, but Daryl escaped.

Glenn and Abraham’s brutal deaths set a gloomy tone for the first half of the season, which was primarily about Rick and friends grieving the loss and being victimized by Negan and the Saviors. We also met some new groups, and … well, that was about it. But eventually enough was enough, and the midseason finale ended with the core good guys reuniting, determined to throw off the yoke of Savior oppression.

So is a revolt coming?

The tagline for this half is Rise Up, so it seems like a safe bet. Perhaps the more pertinent question is, when will the revolt happen? Teasers find Rick on a diplomatic mission to bring groups like the Hilltop and the Kingdom into the effort. How long will it take to persuade them to join the fight? Hard to say. Will it all be resolved this season? Considering that Negan doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon, probably not.

Will we meet any more groups?

Season 7 has kicked off a new phase of “The Walking Dead” marked by colonies that are collaborating and clashing as civilization recreates itself in a postapocalyptic dawn. So far, in addition to the Saviors and Alexandria, we’ve met the weak but industrious Hilltop, led by the sniveling Gregory; the Kingdom, led by the Ren-Faire poser King Ezekiel; and Oceanside, an all-female group, led by the hard-nosed Natania, who hates outsiders but has lots of guns. There are also the Wolves, a murderous gang that was a real problem last season but hasn’t been a factor in Season 7.

So is that it? Or are there more introductions to come? Based on this season’s general world-expanding tendencies, it seems likely.

Who owned that mysterious pair of boots?

O.K., it seems very likely. The boots in question glimpsed in the midseason finale near the pond where Rick and Aaron found supplies, could very easily belong to someone from yet another group.

What’s up with that zombie herd?

In the last episode, we saw Saviors tending a herd of walkers, which may or may not be the same herd the Alexandrians loosed from the quarry at the beginning of Season 6. Whatever its provenance, the swarm seems sure to come into play somehow — we all know what Chekhov said about zombie herds hanging out on the highway.

When’s Carol going to snap out of it?

Carol has been a real bummer this season, moping through her scant few scenes as people like Morgan and King Ezekiel tried to breach the antisocial cocoon she’s spun around herself. They were unsuccessful, and after she’d sufficiently healed from her gunshot wound, Carol got herself a hermit’s hut on the outskirts of the Kingdom.

You’ll recall that the mousy housewife turned stone killer reached a breaking point last season, and sought to distance herself from others so she wouldn’t have to kill again. Carol would seem to be too intelligent to believe such a policy is possible in a lawless hellscape, but perhaps we’ll learn that there’s more to it. Or maybe she just needed some me time. Maybe she’ll learn about Glenn and Abraham, and emerge from that cocoon as a battling butterfly of righteous vengeance.

Whatever the case, here’s hoping she returns to the center of the show somehow, as it has suffered from the absence of both Carol and Melissa McBride, who plays her with grit and grace.

Will Negan tone it down?

Jeffrey Dean Morgan is electric in his performance, which is unfortunately also full of affected mannerisms — wild exclamations, an odd backbend-type move — that quickly grew tiresome. A big villain helps to give “The Walking Dead” focus, and Mr. Morgan has shown promise, so hopefully he and the writers will find the actual man behind the tics.

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