#why yes i was on twitter all day instead of focusing on work - how could you tell

[cementcornfield]

a series of tweets i found helpful and informative today re: joe's performance

so in summary: he wasn't throwing deep balls and it's hard to know why. he said in the presser that the patriots D "took the deep options away" and maybe that's true. but in that first tweet you can see that both ja'marr and yoshi are in single man coverage and breaking free. but joe doesn't even try to hit them. it's tempting to blame pass protection (as it has so often been the issue) but the pass protection was actually pretty good, some of the best of joe's professional career. but he honestly just looked spooked?! which i wouldn't blame him for, psychologically overcoming injuries is just as important and probably just as tedious as overcoming them physically. i imagine that can only improve with more reps.

saw a lot of people also blaming the wrist itself, and maybe that's true! he wouldn't say he was 100% last week and said he still has good and bad days. but it also doesn't seem like it really was affecting his throws at all, shallow intermediate or deep. the announcers certainly pointed out that he was fiddling with his wrist/shaking it around (and GASP wearing a glove!), but he's been doing that all training camp. what they showed on the broadcast was likely just him breaking up scar tissue.

so who knows! a lot went wrong in this game. play calling and scheme, run defense (although i also saw some tweets about how our D-line did well, our secondary still can't tackle though!), sloppy and undisciplined plays from everyone, along with some of joe's decision making (he also had some great plays! listed above!) we start slow, it just seems to be a given at this point. and i hope we can fix it. we have a track record of doing so, and you know the boys are pissed and watching the tape to see how they can improve. maybe they can fix it by the time we get to KC?

[mdhwrites]

What about the gargoyles from Disney’s Gargoyles?

I know that they can “glide” and have strength, but they’re not indestructible and are entirely vulnerable during the daytime.

Would they be considered a good way of how to handled the “oppressed fictional species that had super powers” trope or another sloppy way of writing oppression allegory like the X-Men?

I sadly haven't watched Gargoyles BUT from my understanding... That's not really oppression but much closer to an ostracization/bigotry allegory with them. See, I chose my examples for a reason. The mages in Dragon Age are systemically kept in towers to be monitored and controlled. The mutants face active legislation that control their lives and the ruling class is actively seeking ways to deal with them. I believe, from my understanding, that yes the Gargoyles are threatened at the start of the show... But then it's more complicated.

They're actually a lot closer to the TMNT honestly. People who need to fear being recognized as monstrous not because they are evil or bad people but simply because they are so unusual. They do not look like everyone else, they have very different patterns of behavior since most people prefer being out in the day and do have capabilities and weaknesses different from us that we may fear or exploit. This last one may sound weird but like... African American men are tall, that's why we like them for basketball but that size also intimidates those who do not share it.

A fun element to me about them if I'm honest is actually the turning into stone element because it's actually a pitch perfect example of dramatizing what is actual reality. After all... Aren't you helpless when you sleep? Is that not why we return to our homes to lay our heads? And the more you are different from those around you, the more you need to be careful about being stuck somewhere you're not supposed to be when you're tired and vulnerable. Being turned to stone is not really any different, it's just more dramatic because you know they can't wake up. There are hard time limits. These things do not negate the parallels but simply make them more exciting from a viewer's perspective.

So I can't actually say one way or another, again haven't watched the show and this is a complex topic, but from my perspective the show is definitely a good example of a racial allegory but not really of oppression, not entirely at least. I could be wrong though and I apologize that I can't comment more on the nuances of it. The show was just before my time sadly and I've never gone back to watch it. See you next tale.

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[alittlextrathatway]

I got a prompt request from Sand86802 on twitter. Obviously, she doesn’t have a tumblr so she couldn’t send me an ask. But I’m gonna post it here anyway. Thought I’d go high school AU for this one. I’m sure you’ll get why when you see the prompt lol.

Hope you all enjoy it!

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Prompt:

“Hopin’ one of those senior boys will wink at you and say, “you know I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Fifteen” by Taylor Swift

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Location: homeroom

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Relocating to Chicago was not her choice.

Her dad sold the farm and, with it, their home. Working a family farm just wasn’t turning a profit and they had two kids who would want to go to college eventually. So, her dad got a job at a greenhouse in Chicago where he could still tend to plants, just not vegetables and not at his own expense.

Did she want to leave Fowlerton? No. But does she understand why they had to? Yes. And now that she’s here, she’s determined to make the best of it.

When she arrives at school, the guidance counselor introduces her to her tour guide for the day. Sylvie expected someone from her own class. Maybe an overachieving Junior like herself. But instead she meets Gabby Dawson, a drop dead gorgeous senior who seems cooler and more enigmatic than Sylvie could ever dream of being.

Gabby walks her to her homeroom and points across the hall once Sylvie stands just over the threshold. “I’m over there,” she says. “Most seniors are in home rooms across the hall actually. If you need me after the bell rings just wait for me by the door. Okay?”

“Yes!” She says, sounding far too eager. But, goodness, she’d love to be friends with Gabby. She’s a city girl that seems prepared for everything — cool, calm, collected. Sylvie is none of those things. Gabby grins, failing to hide her amusement, as Sylvie tries to tone herself down. “I mean…cool. Thanks.”

“Hey, Dawson, you got a sec?”

Both girls turn to face a dark blonde, blue eyed boy in jeans and a plaid button down the same shade as his eyes. Sylvie feels her throat go dry as she swallows thickly. He’s the cutest boy she’s ever seen.

“Yeah, I’m just making sure Sylvie knows how to get around.”

Matt’s eyes shift over to her, as if he just noticed her presence. She doesn’t expect much of a reaction. Not when someone like Gabby is standing next to her. But his eyes flash with interest and the corner of his mouth quirks, creating a barely there crooked smile. “I’m assuming you’re Sylvie.”

“Oh! Yes! Hi!” She replies, sticking out her hand for a shake. “Sylvie Brett. I’m new.”

“You don’t say?” He asks, his crooked smile threatens to bloom further. She hopes it doesn’t because she’s not sure she would survive one his full smiles. “I figured since I haven’t seen you around before.” He accepts her handshake as he introduces himself. “Matt Casey.”

Matt Casey. That’s a good strong name. She has a feeling it’s going to be decorating the inside of her notebooks pretty soon. (Should she buy new gel pens to represent her new crush?) Matt is adorable.

“Sylvie’s family just moved here from Indiana,” Gabby tells him, eyebrows raising with some sort of secret meaning. “She grew up on a farm.”

“Huh. That’s new. Must be a bit of a weird adjustment moving to the city.” It’s a declarative statement but his solemn face and attentive eyes make it feel like a question.

“It’s definitely different,” she admits. “Especially because right now my family’s crammed into a two bedroom apartment while we try to find a more permanent place. It’s been…chaotic.”

“I’m sure,” he says, holding her stare and nodding as if he’s giving every word she says equal weight and consideration.

He looks as though he has more he wants to say, more questions for her to answer, but Gabby interrupts.

“The bell’s about to ring. We should get to our homeroom. Plus, we’re kinda blocking Mr. McHolland’s doorway. And didn’t you need to ask me something?”

“Oh, yeah, I just needed to borrow some notes,” he says, waving his hand as if to physically brush the issue away. He focuses his attention on Sylvie again. “You’re joining us for lunch later, right?”

“Me?” She asks meekly.

“Sure, I mean you don’t know anyone else right now. We’re not gonna let you eat alone. Right, Dawson?” Matt asks her, eyes narrowing pointedly.

“I mean, sure, yeah, ordinarily,” Gabby agrees. “But today is Portillo’s day and I’m not sure there’s enough room in Severide’s car.”

Matt’s expression pinches in confusion, visually rejecting Gabby’s concerns as if they’re ridiculous. “Then I’ll drive her. I don’t like cramming in his mustang anyway. I mean, if that’s okay with Sylvie?” He asks, lifting one eyebrow at her in question.

“Are you kidding?” She asks earnestly. “Lunch out with you two or walking through the cafeteria trying to navigate lunchroom cliques? This is a no brainer.” She’s probably coming on too strong. Gabby’s cringing faintly, clearly she thinks so. But Sylvie can’t bring herself to care. She was terrified of her first day and Matt is already making it easier. “I’d love to.”

“Cool,” Matt replies, showing her that full smile she feared earlier. She was right. She’s not going to survive it. He’s handsome without it but with the smile he glows. She can’t take her eyes off of him. “I should, um, get to my homeroom.” He points over his shoulder and takes a couple of steps backward. “But I’ll meet you right back here for lunch?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be here, don't worry,” she assures him.

He nods and claps once, awkwardly bobbing his head. “Great, perfect. Can’t wait.”

He takes one more backward step and bumps into a group of kids, nearly knocking one boy down. Sylvie giggles softly as he apologizes through a wince. He waves at her one last time, completely forgetting to say goodbye to Gabby. Sylvie waves back, biting her bottom lip.

Not even here a full day and she already sort of has a date.

Maybe Chicago won’t be so bad, afterall.

[madchild-dennis]

So, I'm going to start this with the fact that I know it's going to look like an obsession. However those who know, KNOW, this is NOT me and I have moved on. I barely even utter his name, whether it's the mean name I gave him or his real one. I have MOVED ON, currently texting the NEW option.

Now let's go into 1st what I did, then what God did.

So valentines day I posted this:

Actually before that I was on a sort of desperation for a husband. It was out of frustration with my parent's FUCKERY. I was SERIOUS. Once a guy with the ability to help, liked me and helped me and I saw a future, I would have started with him. BUT NO ONE CAME.

So then I got a lawyer myself, instead of with a guy's help, and was back to my old NOT DESPERATE FOR A MAN self. Caring less about anyone specific. Even a crush I had from someone I worked with that I still remembered. The last time I was that desperate I was in grade 8/9 praying and crying for a boyfriend.

Anyway, I was living my life to then see the same account I had a conversation with on Sept 4 2021 about the fucking man-child in question followed my instagram account on my birthday. I made these post about it:

So I thought she'd get over it and unfollow or I just ignore it. However God said NO. Then I posted this:

PLEASE REMEMBER THE ACCOUNT I TOLD YOU FOLLOWED MY TUMBLR.

Funny story. After I posted this Saturday early morning. God woke me like 4 am to post it:

They unfollowed:

Then the Saturday night I saw this:

Anyway, those following often KNOW I am focused on how FREE I feel as that boy choose the path he kept choosing publicly and my posts about OTHER people. Mainly on whoever the potential future bae will be, reminiscing on an ex and my 4 beauties:

So I have been focused on my new life. a Moved on life.

In fact right before I got the information that is the reason behind this post, I was moving on. I gave me a number to a guy I am currently texting. Technically he's difficult. But I was excited about that journey even if it leads nowhere.

I mean I post it EXCITEDLY post it READY.

To then hear the person come with same bullshit GOD is back with. This time showing me that HE can do whatever without me.

What I am talking about?

In this, I said I know Ms. Samantha's Grandmother (or such) Obeah me and that she tied him:

How I came to that was a spiritual thing God revealed to me over time the Obeah attempts. The knowledge of her tying him, came straight to me last week Friday when the owner of the Nursing home brought me back to the nursing home from her house (hiding us from the Ministry Of Health). Someone was saying loudly that she know someone got TIED, very loudly to someone else as I pass.

God to me right as I heard it: THAT Me to God: What, Raheem got tied. God: YES Me: 😂 him damn lucky.

I left it be because he made his bed and so he has to lie in it. Hence, the post on Saturday morning. Then I refocus back on my life. (I have to mention that, from about Saturday night God has been waking me up to tell me that the guy loves me, but that's not new and I do NOT CARE. He can't be wanting others in the day and crying for me at night and I am to CARE about that shit at ANY POINT.)

Anyways, I did NOT KNOW is God already had the tying dealt with by the same person who I overheard talking about they know someone got tied.

Do you know what that person told me yesterday?

That on that same Friday, before I arrived and heard the tied attempt, she told me that she was lead by the Holy Spirit and started to speak in tongues. Directing her, who in a similar relational problem as me, to release someone who is TIED. She wasn't sure who. Then after she finished speaking in tongues and breaking the demonic bonds being made. She told me a name came to her.

She said the person the Holy Spirit led her to say is doing it is SAMANTHA.

She said she asked others if they know of a Samantha and didn't mentioned or asked me about it until yesterday. And I did not tell her that name until yesterday, after she said the name.

You don't even KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW how broken I was when I heard. Not because she did whatever, but because God wont FUCKING LET UP. The fucking dude made his bed, he chose his path. Even if she is the reason. I warned him and I am sure so many others. NO.

HIS FATHER AND MOTHER WARNED HIM FOR YEARS.

Because of his and his mother stubborn personality and he was raised hella spoilt. He has to have shit his way, comfortable and EASY. So, he chose his FUCKING PATH AND HE MADE HIS FUCKING BED, so he LAY IN THAT SHIT.

Now God using someone else to break him out of it and I know God is NOT going to leave it there.

I am FUCKING TIRED OF THIS SHIT.

Plus this person who told me all this told me how God uses her FOR YEARS spiritually breaking and doing strong spiritual battles. I think she was who broke the obeah attempt on my life the night I came here. Plus God keep putting a special approval on her. I ALWAYS wondered why. What God is going to use her to do in my life. So when she told me I KNEW....SIGH

I am NOT HAPPY because that weak bitch-ass could be free RIGHT NOW and he'd run right back to that bitch, just because of his bruised ego, pride or for ease.

I DO NOT FEEL SORRY FOR HIM

Nor do I care. Why should I? He's a scared little bitch that will just try some other thing to hurt me, prove some point or fill his fucking pride.

I have HAD ENOUGH OF HIM AND ALL OF THIS with him and HIS MOTHER. I am FUCKING TIRED OF HIS SHIT!!!!

You don't even know how much I cried last night.