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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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I’m so sorry for this guys but

AITA for telling someone their horse was masturbating?

Basically does what it says on the tin. For those of you who don’t know horses can masturbate. It’s most common in male horses under the age of three who have not had their testicles removed and who are confined to a stall or small pen and get really bored. They typically grow out of the behaviour once they’re older or given more freedom. Some owners try to train them to stop it from happening but most just ignore it because it’s better than other boredom behaviours like cribbing and wind-sucking (both are SFW to Google btw).

Anyway, I’m a groom and stable hand, mid-twenties now but been working at my job since I was fifteen (part-time then, now full-time). The stable I work at boards horses and gives lessons but also offers training for young horses, so we get a lot of OTTB here – that is “off-the-track Thoroughbreds”, so ex-racing horses that people typically buy cheap and then retrain to be show jumpers or dressage horses or whatever. One such horse is Bert, who is the horse in question in this situation.

Bert has excellent bloodlines but he sucked as a racing horse so he was sold OTT. The man who bought him, I’ll just call him John, knows nothing about horses – he’s a total beginner in every way, has never ridden and pays other people (including me) to take care of Bert, but claims to be an expert in everything equine because Bert cost him so much money (I don’t know the actual amount but he’s in the section of the stable where the $20,000 Warmbloods are boarded so I’m assuming around that amount which is a lot yes but also not the most expensive horse we’ve had here).

Anyway the actual story – I’m at work cleaning out stalls when John walks past, he completely ignores me as he always does so I do the same and get back to work. A few minutes later he goes sprinting back in the opposite direction which I thought was weird but whatever, I kept mucking, until I heard him shouting for help. I went out into the aisle and he’s there shouting at another groom and demanding to know the emergency vets number (it was a weekday morning btw, so he didn’t need the emergency vet, he just needed the regular vet but that’s meaningless anyway). I went over to see what was happening and he tells me his horse (Bert) is ‘acting weird’ and needs a vet immediately, so I offer to go see Bert for myself and then call the vet if necessary.

So basically yeah Bert was masturbating. Had an erection, was rocking about rubbing it on his tummy, and did NOT want anyone going in his stall or touching him. John points at Bert and says something like “see, he’s sick!” and then tells me Bert tried to attack him when he entered the stall and I just, I dunno, I cough and say that Bert is fine and just wants some privacy right now, figuring that the obvious erection might be a giveaway as to what’s happening? But John turned to me and blurts out word for word “are you an actual retard” and then starts cursing at me and telling me I know nothing and Bert needs a vet etc and so on. I kind of blanked on everything else he said after he called me a retard to be honest because WTF? I don’t really know what went on in my brain in the next few seconds but I ended up shouting – yes, shouting, extremely loudly, it fucking echoed in the stable – “he doesn’t need a vet because HE’S JUST MASTURBATING” in John’s face and then walking back to the stall I’d been mucking.

As I got back to the stall I heard laughter from a couple of aisles over. Apparently my co-workers and some riders who were there had all heard me shout and found it hilarious, and that made me laugh too because it was so freaking ridiculous. I honestly kind of forgot the entire encounter afterwards because we had a horse who actually needed a vet a little while later and yeah, John and Bert just slipped my mind.

I didn’t remember until that afternoon when my boss came to see me and said he’d had a complaint from John who wanted me fired. I did not get fired but I did get ‘warned’ (just a formality, my boss didn’t actually punish me but wanted me to act like I had been if John questioned me later, which he never did). John complained that I’d treated him like an idiot, spoken down to him, and “acted above my position” (those were the exact words he used) causing people to laugh at him. I explained the entire situation to my boss, who also laughed, and that was that, nothing else ever came of it aside from my co-workers telling the story of me shouting HE’S MASTURBATING so loudly it scared a pony into jumping so suddenly that it farted to everyone they possibly could.

Since then John has ignored me even more than before which I honestly consider a blessing, and I would leave this situation thinking I’m NTA except that one of my co-workers brought their boyfriend to the stable recently and when they introduced us the boyfriend said something like ‘oh right, you’re the asshole who talks down to people who don’t know everything about horses’ and yeah. My co-worker was blindsided by that as well and we basically both said you don’t have to know everything about horses to know what an erection means, but since then I’ve been wondering if I am TA in this situation? Like, clearly there were better ways to tell John what his horse was doing, but he called me a retard and also I get paid to take care of horses not to teach the birds and the bees to fifty year olds so I don’t know. I’ll let Tumblr decide.

So, AITA for telling John his horse was masturbating?

Additional info: I'm on a rota with other stable hands so I sometimes groom Bert, muck his stall, attend to his vet/farrier appointments, give him worming paste, etc and so on. I am not his trainer and have no input into when he gets to leave his stall. I've mentioned to my boss a couple of times that he boredom stims and should be in a paddock with other young horses, but John refuses to agree to that for reasons I don't know. My boss has since spoken to Bert's trainer who is now trying to convince John to let Bert have more time outdoors.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #slur cw

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whatitshouldvebeen · 7 months

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“…stops the moment being with you is more difficult than it worth…” ((this is from your post a couple days ago))

Imagine a timid, broken reader trying to win back Johnny’s affection. He’s abusive but to her its still affection he gives and she can’t live without him. She has attached herself to this killer.

“If it will make you happy… you can hit me… you can pull my hair.. or choke me… I’ll even make you feel good… just don’t stay mad…please”

Johnny Slaughter x Reader

Contains: extreme abuse, gas lighting, and the unhealthiest relationship known to man

Too Much Trouble

In the dimly lit room, Johnny's return was heralded by waves of pure hate that seemed to radiate off him.

"You stupid fucking bitch," Johnny snarled, his silhouette looming menacingly in the doorway, hands clenched into fists.

"I'm sorry!" you sobbed, collapsing to your knees with hands clasped in front of you, a desperate plea for mercy echoing in your voice, a prayer to a merciless, vindictive God.

He stood there, a simmering rage evident as his fists clenched and unfurled.

"Johnny, please don't stay mad," you pleaded, bowing your head submissively. "I'll do anything. You can hit me, choke me, or do whatever you want to me. I am so, so sorry."

"You're sorry, huh? How many fucking times have I heard that bullshit?" His open palm met your cheek with a resounding slap, reducing you to grovel at his feet, tears streaming down your face, your cheek ablaze with red.

"I don't need your permission to beat you, you little rat fuck."

"You're right, I'm sorry," you muttered, nodding erratically.

"You're gonna be sorry. This time, I'm not holding back."

His kick landed squarely in your stomach, the force sending you sprawling onto the floor, clutching your abdomen in agony.

The illusion shattered again. The happy façade crumbled, the façade you could pretend was your reality when Johnny was pleased with you, when you were perfect.

He had expected you to pack him a meal when he went out to "work," criticizing you for forgetting his snack for a week. You leaped up, ran to the kitchen, and returned with the snack, only to face his wrath.

"Just like you to be a full-blown fucking retard. Can't listen for one goddamn minute. If I wanted you to go get me a fucking snack right this second, I woulda said to do it," he complained.

"I didn't realize you'd been without one for so long, so I felt bad and wanted to fix it. I shouldn't have worried about it right now, and I'm sorry," you said, attempting to de-escalate the situation.

"Can't go a fucking week without making me explain some basic shit to you. If you thought I cared about the fucking snack, maybe ask if you should go pack it instead of running off?" he berated.

You ducked your head. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"You ain't sorry. If you were, you'd learn a goddamn thing without me needing to tell you a hundred fuckin' times," he growled.

Truthfully, you were amazed he wasn't beating you already. You peeked up at him. "I swear I'll try to ask you if something is bothering you rather than trying to fix it right away," you said, hoping it would appease him. His glare deepened.

"Always with the promises. The swears. 'Oh, I won't do it again, Johnny!'," he mocked.

You started to tremble. "I don't know what to say," you said, struggling to hold his cold gaze.

"If I gotta tell you what to say, it won't make a difference. Why the fuck do I waste my time trynna teach you any goddamn thing? You're useless, lazy, spineless, and pathetic," he spat before leaving the room and locking the door.

Alone, you curled up on the bed, replaying the event in your mind, wondering why he hadn't hit you this time. Maybe you weren't even worth correcting anymore. Maybe you were more trouble than you were worth.

The thought hit you like a sack of bricks. You clutched the sheets, sobbing, desperate to be enough, to be worth keeping.

A timid voice from outside the locked door interrupted your thoughts. "Mommy? Are you okay?"

"Honey, I'm okay. Go to grandma's house, alright?" you said, masking the pain in your voice.

"Mommy needs rest?" they asked innocently.

You smiled through the pain. "Yeah, honey, mommy needs rest. Go on to grandma, baby. I love you."

As their little footsteps padded down the hall, you lay in silence, trying to hold onto the scent of him in the sheets. For almost a month, things had been good. You could almost believe Johnny loved you.

If you had any self-preservation, you'd plan an escape or consider self-defense. But you're stuck, desperately trying to think of what you can do or say to make him happy, knowing deep down there's nothing. With him not having touched you, you feared he had grown tired of tormenting you.

So, as you clutched your aching stomach after he kicked you, part of you was relieved. If he was bothering to correct you, maybe he was still going to keep you.

"I fucking hate you," he declared, kicking you over. "I wish you'd die."

His words cut deep as he grabbed your hair, a blade scraping under your chin. "One little slit is all it'd take to be rid of you. To spare me and our kid from growing up with a shit-for-brains mom."

You said nothing, tears and snot falling onto the floor. Johnny looked disgusted.

"You got nothin' to say? Maybe I should cut out your tongue," he sneered, tilting the blade to nick your skin.

"Baby, please, I-" you started. His eyes narrowed, bloodlust evident.

"Say one more goddamn word. Give me an excuse. I'm dying for you to let me be rid of you," he hissed, eyes filled with hate. "God, it'd make me feel so good to kill you. I can feel the tension leavin' my body just thinking about it. Honestly, I'd probably cum the moment I saw the light die in your dull eyes."

Appalled and mortified, you said nothing. You needed him. He was all you had. You stayed silent as he unleashed his frustration on you, beating you within an inch of your life. When he got tired or bored with it, he left without another word.

You lay on the floor in a pool of blood, body shattered, eyes too bruised to see, but alive. A broken smile crept across your face. He still wanted you. You weren't yet more trouble than you were worth.

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm game #texas chainsaw game #tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #tw abuse #abusiveboyfriend

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frostyreturns · 8 months

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"the tinfoil comes off when you have to imagine the government as smart." This is one of the responses to my post about government having access to technology far beyond the general public. This is a pretty common dismissal of conspiracies and it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard every time I hear it.

A.) What you think the government is and what the government actually is are two different things. This attitude only works if you actually believe the puppet they parade in front of a camera is in charge. Can you honestly tell me you believe that, for example Joe Biden a demented old fuck that doesn't even know where he is...is the one writing and enacting policy right now? You have no idea how smart or how dumb the people in charge are because you don't even know who they are. There's video footage of him signing laws where he says the words "I have no idea what I'm signing." But sure I guess if you're dumb enough to think guys like him are the government I guess thinking the government is too stupid to plan stuff makes sense. The government has so much power and so much control over your life that this idea that they are just too incompetent to plan anything is beyond ridiculous.

Bureaucracy is just one part of government and yeah they're going to have incompetent workers maybe even more than the general public but to say the people in charge are too dumb to plan anything...come on. They were smart enough to trick you into allowing them to steal from you every week, to control your entire education and to be able to send armed men to kill or imprison you if you do anything they don't like.

B.) You know Hanlons razor "never attribue to malice what can be explained by stupidity" well that's retard shit go ahead and reject that premise in totality because reality is actually the opposite of that, the world is full of malice especially when you look to the upper echelons of power....those people are all psychopaths.

You have made the mistake of assuming the terrible things they do are because of stupidity and that they just keep screwing things up by mistake...the screwing up is very intentional. Every socialist policy maker who claims "oh I'm raising the minimum wage 5 bucks to fight inflation because I care about the poor" knows 100% that they are causing inflation and that it will make life harder for everyone and especially hard for the poor. They know...they want your life to be harder, they want money and power and wish you harm. It's not a bug it's a feature.

They knew when they went on tv and said get this shot it will save your life and your grandmas life...they knew they would be injecting you with heart attack cancer juice, that was pure unbridled malice, not stupidity.

C.) You understand it's not DMV employees and politicians doing science for the government right? You do understand that when I say the government has tech we don't it's not because I think Justin Trudeau figured out AI before google right? They use those private companies as contractors to develop technology and then control how it is accessed used and if and when and how it is released to the public. Or they just hire the smartest people to do R and D directly for them. Like when they invented the internet at DARPA. But usually they just swoop in and take what they want that someone else created. People also have this idea that major corporations and the government are separate competing entities when they're not. They dump funding into companies and install CEOs and board members to control them. Google for example only exists because of the government, oh did you think google does whatever the government wants purely coincidentally? The idea of corporations vs government is a fantasy that should have been even more apparent during 2020 when the will of the state was summarily executed by virtually every corporation on the planet.

The idea that people still think the government is separate from corporations after minimum wage employees at walmart were tasked with being bouncers at the door and making sure everyone was wearing a mask had their injection and weren't standing too close to each other because the government told them to ...is ridiculous. 2020 should have been the death of the "private company can do what they want" nonsense.

D.) We tend to use ourselves as barometers of what others are capable of but the problem is there are ways of life and being that are totally foreign to us. Many assume because they are not smart or sociopathic enough to collude and scheme to achieve power and control over others...then nobody must be like that. You went to public school smoked weed the whole time and learned how to write in cursive poorly...I don't think your experience is the same as someone who was born into wealth and power and can spend every minute of their life for generations learning how to keep and amass more wealth and power. You have no idea what it's like to have everything you could ever ask for, all the money you could have to indulge any whim and get weird and disconnected because of it and to feel entitled and superior and spend your days trying to exert your will on the rest of the world. That's not even going into any secret cults or organizations...which are also a thing.

Embracing the tinfoil is the only rational way to proceed with what we know. The only alternative is comfortable delusion. And this wasn't even about a wild or hard to swallow reality...it was just the notion that the government is ahead of the consumer market with technology...that's not even a conspiracy it's a demonstrable fact.

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greenyvertekins · 1 year

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Your problem. Not ours. If you’re being affected by some stranger’s opinion on the Internet to this degree, you 1 - Need to grow a thicker skin and a spine and 2 - Come to the realization that when you’re affected this deeply, chances are you know, however subliminally, that the other side has a point and turned away from the book as a result. You don't get to bawww about how (Well-founded) criticism from people whose views you can simply choose to ignore shooketh you.

No it wasn’t. When the MV arc was progressing, I actually went with it with an intrigued eye, giving my observations and feeling of suspense month-to-month. Hell, you can peruse this blog over the time period that each issue released. Which is over the course of 2019/2020 and see this. Don't expect you to since it would contradict your claims but it's right there. Be my guest. I know other people were very critical of MV arc over the course of it's release. I was not one of them. So I'm inclined to think that you're confusing me with someone else. And again, not my problem that you get this tied-up over a stranger’s opinion on the internet.

Never happened rofl. It’s especially funny because I’ve had nothing but praise for the English script! And I even think the JP one is very much inferior. But hey, let’s not allow facts to get in the way of our anonymous whinefest amirite?

Never happened 😂

Goes both ways doesn’t it? 😊 Of course, I’m not going to ignore posts like these that are so full of shit they could be a manure wholesaler.

And your evidence for sockpuppetry is....where? Let's get one thing straight - I do not sockpuppet. This BS claim aside, I don't know where you getting it from that I've had victimizing asks. I haven't even been that active over the past week on here. BTW, being called sexist slurs online (Which is what happened. Though your false claim that I was called "retarded" would also be bad due to being just plain old ableism) is harassment, it's literally in every social media's definition of what constitutes harassment. Regardless of what you believe about abusers being able to evade retribution because you like to portray those on the receiving end of their bile and who report that shit as analogous to small children tattling;

Not everyone has your standards. Thankfully.

#If you're going to whime about me at least have the balls to come off anon and actually be truthful

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gattsjigari · 4 months

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Chemical Castration

IT WAS 5 YEARS AGO.

5 YEARS, 2 MONTHS, AND 25 DAYS AGO THAT I WAS RELEASED FROM THE CHEMICAL CASTRATION THAT IS HORMONAL BIRTH CONTROL

That is 1912 days. There are many periods within my life that I have grown from and found my true self hidden within, as if it had been there, waiting in stages, somehow grown along time despite sleeping. And for me, this was my self that had been chemically castrated despite not being sexually active in any way, shape, or form that could find birth control necessary, from when I was 15 until I was 23, 1912 days ago. Most of the time, I was frigid and in a loveless relationship acting as a roommate for arguing with. That is besides the point.

I found myself in this position, chemically castrated, per the advice and pushing of a state wage slave, a social worker, to help primarily with my normal acne.

I was sent to my first OBGYN appointment and thankfully it was a woman. Unfortunately it was Oregon. Unfortunately, In Oregon, in California, in Washington, doctors are unable to believe that a 15 year old rapidly losing weight and in social work avenues, other places beyond my control, was NOT sexually active. Unfortunately, in these states chemical castration is a rite of passage and a necessity, passed under the guise of helping mild acne, regulating the emotions of someone who has past dysregulation (dually noted of course)yet high grades and rapid integration. Chemical castration is advertised as a moral good. It is GOOD to be rid of your period, it doesn't matter that you are still developing. It is a sweet stepping stone into adulthood that you are so desperate for. On top of that, it is to fight the good fight.

This is no sob story, but I find it pertinent to share periodically. This is good information, it is emotionally freeing, and above all else an all too common situation that many of my female mutuals, women I have crossed paths with face. So often is women's health looked down upon and linked to conspiratorial thinking. Hysteria on one end, antinatilism elsewhere. This issue is beyond ideologues and it it not just me, though my own situation, may just be for me. I am not hurt.

Instead of being warned of the dangers of being on depo provera for over 2 years; or being warned about the consequences of hormones being injected into my growing body. A body I was hellbent on destroying into the toilet. Yes, it was on the record that I was a retard who was sending my stomach lining into the trenches every day after shedding my childhood obesity. And yes! Apraxia for days, or whatever. Beyond this I was told the following.

It is so GOOD that you're not:

-gaining weight (you lost it and you're losing. Rapidly and RX worthy. But it is only a phase!)

-You're not hairy from it! (Get real Persian you're hairy live it out already)

-You're not Depressed (in fact you're fucking crazy and displaced, so you're not prone to depression)

This wasn't told to me verbatim, but for 7 years I was told this was why I should continue to take my depo instead of an open discussion to the detriments of taking hormonal birth control for several years. All to deal with common trials and tribulations of puberty. My puberty was almost over, as it was cited by my early onset menses. I had a normal cycle and pains, and blessed I was. My normal acne, that didn't need treatment, caused by the stress of removal of bouncing around, did not need to be treated this way.

Full disclosure- I am NOT anti medicine; I am anti lying by omission. I am anti bought out medical industry. I am anti chemical castration. Going to the doctor is the exception to the rule of research. In fact, it may even be an act of research in and of itself to find what is wrong with you and to make record of your health. A teenager, and children, have no choice in this matter, especially. How can I research when I cannot even have a choice? Blind medical trust.

Fast Forward 7 years. I had enough!!!!! I went to Planned Parenthood to maybe try something new. In my medicated state, I realized, maybe my dysfunction continues into my adulthood because of this thing, the only constant in my life other than nicotine (though I swore that off just over a year ago). I was immediately told that they highly recommended I leave that office without birth control. "You never know." True words to be fair. The copper IUD was offered to me, a golden goose egg. Advertised to me, my sterility, all for me (for them) without the use of hormonal intervention (truly for me).

Full disclosure again- I am alright with the copper IUD, but not how it was given and coerced into my body. I had sex (requiring its intended use) a few years later and it allowed me not to fear, and for my hormones to regulate while using birth control.

They had asked if I had Tylenol with me, or if I took it before my appointment. Of course I hadn't, I didn't expect this. So kindly they offered me Tylenol after, for the "tiny pinch" it would be.

In short, they inserted a copper IUD into my cervix swiftly without painkillers. I could not dress myself and they made me go into the lobby after pulling my pants on for me as I wailed and sweated in pain. They only let me into the back, to shield my shame from causing a disgusting scene, to lie down after I had threatened to call an ambulance and waste my life savings at the time, on getting one, as I didn't have insurance. They didn't want that to happen for whatever reason. I was treated like a toddler acting up despite it being clear I was having severe contractions from the insertion of the IUD. As anyone would hopefully do I vowed to never go back to Planned Parenthood and was thankfully offered a real insurance plan by my first office job shortly after this visit. The treatment I was given was abhorrent, and I was funneled into a medicalized hell hole about my sexual health. Of course, there's always a choice, but I like to show how disgusting it is to choose at 15 how I would like to covertly degrade my body. Especially when I am ushered so quickly through a medical system.

Lastly, I had a 40 day long period to get used to my new nonhormonal life. I was advised to take 600mg of Ibuprofen about 2 weeks into this, daily, until it stopped. I did not, and eventually, it cleared up. I did however, find myself "evening out" emotionally, as much as could be expected. How much of that is due to run of the mill aging or lack of depo, who knows. It happened quickly, so I do attribute it to depo regardless.

Medical coercion via birth control and industrial hormonal abuse is real. Chemical castration is realer than real. Fuck transhumanism, this is what it is and we don't have a choice. I don't advocate for traditionalism per se, but I think the blinders are on for the health industry, and especially women's health and the prolonged detrimental use of hormones is horribly insidious. Thank God for magnesium and for my random idea to leave it behind when I did.

Birth Control Is Evil.

#txt #chemical castration

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in-death-we-fall · 10 months

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Full Metal Jack Off

Murderdolls' Wednesday 13 on how being a geek is actually cool.

Metal Hammer 113, May 2003

I’ve met a lot of people since the Murderdolls began. Every type of person you can think of – goths, punks, straightedge, Christians, Satanists, country, retard, yellow, black, every kind of weirdo possible, and yes me and my band are included on that list as well!

The interesting thing is each has a different view on certain things and that’s what makes us individuals. So let me discuss what pisses me off about some of these people and the way they think.

First off, I don’t believe people are born cool, we all were dorks and nerds and at some point some of us progressed and some didn’t (me). I hate that a lot of people (particularly musicians) don’t have the courage to admit where they came from or what they used to be into, or just admit they (sic) they like something regardless of how mainstream it is. I have always made it a point to be honest and not deny the things I was into and grew up on. I bought a lot of records that were shit and I bought a lot that were fucking great. So what if I exceeded the limits of buying every hair metal band that got a record deal from the time I was 13 ‘til I was 18.

I won’t expose you, you know who you are, but just be aware that there are people out there that know you are not as cool as you claim to be. Basically I’m saying it’s okay to grow up and learn about music on your own. Everything that you are into does not have to be approved by the general public, nor should you be looked down on for being into something at one point in your life, just don’t deny it. My band is associated with the darker gothic, punk audience, but I didn’t come out of my mother wearing black lipstick, dreadlocks, and a lip ring. I lived and I learned and finally became what I am today. I went to elementary school with a blonde bowl haircut obsessed with GI Joe and Rambo then I went to middle school with blonde hair and a Twisted Sister logo drawn on my jean jacket. I got the shit kicked out of me from time to time and took a lot of shit for what I was into. I dyed my hair black in the tenth grade because of Alice Cooper, W.A.S.P. and bands like LA Guns. Oh no, did I admit that? Am I not cool now?

Murderdolls were on Dawson’s Creek, oh no we sold out. Did we? The word ‘sellout’ is used quite a bit these days. The way certain people claim that others have sold out, really brings up an argument. Just because a band gets popular does not mean that they sold out. I was in an unknown band for seven years. I’ve been accused of selling out by leaving my band to start this one. I’ve even been accused of stealing my own songs – go figure that one out. Here is my clever anti-selling out plan you should all try. If it’s popular don’t buy it, that goes for food, soda, whatever. Don’t drink Coke or Pepsi because they sold out, buy the generic Cola instead. Don’t go to McDonald’s by (sic) a hamburger from an underground street vendor. Wait a minute, I’m selling out by using this computer and e-mailing it to the Hammer offices, the internet is too popular, I think I’ll just mail it by the post office. Oh no I can’t do that, that’s popular too, everyone uses mail.

Maybe I’ll just fly to the UK and hand deliver it, but I’ll have to fly on an underground airline because US AIR would be selling out. If the pilot is a punk rocker I’ll make sure he likes real punk rock bands and not Blink 182 and Green Day because they are too commercially accepted, and that would be selling out.

Sounds stupid? Well that’s just popular opinion put in print. The whole world’s stupid, and now you are just a bit more stupid having read this.

Wednesday 13

#wednesday 13 #murderdolls #wednesday's ranty little column #how many issues did they have him do this for? the ones i've seen are may and july 03 #metal hammer 113 may 03 #as usual if you go look at the contents page in the folder and wanna read anything that's not scanned yet just lemme know!

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 5 months

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Morning and Evening by Charles Spurgeon

Morning, December 5th

"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you." – Matthew 7:7

We know of a place in England still existing, where a dole of bread is served to every passerby who chooses to ask for it. Whoever the traveller may be, he has but to knock at the door of St. Cross Hospital, and there is the dole of bread for him. Jesus Christ so loveth sinners that he has built a St. Cross Hospital, so that whenever a sinner is hungry, he has but to knock and have his wants supplied. Nay, he has done better; he has attached to this Hospital of the Cross a bath; and whenever a soul is black and filthy, it has but to go there and be washed. The fountain is always full, always efficacious. No sinner ever went into it and found that it could not wash away his stains. Sins which were scarlet and crimson have all disappeared, and the sinner has been whiter than snow. As if this were not enough, there is attached to this Hospital of the Cross a wardrobe, and a sinner making application simply as a sinner, may be clothed from head to foot; and if he wishes to be a soldier, he may not merely have a garment for ordinary wear, but armour which shall cover him from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head. If he asks for a sword, he shall have that given to him, and a shield too. Nothing that is good for him shall be denied him. He shall have spending-money so long as he lives, and he shall have an eternal heritage of glorious treasure when he enters into the joy of his Lord.

If all these things are to be had by merely knocking at mercy's door, O my soul, knock hard this morning, and ask large things of thy generous Lord. Leave not the throne of grace till all thy wants have been spread before the Lord, and until by faith thou hast a comfortable prospect that they shall be all supplied. No bashfulness need retard when Jesus invites. No unbelief should hinder when Jesus promises. No cold-heartedness should restrain when such blessings are to be obtained.

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thephantomcasebook · 1 year

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So apparently both Olivia and Emma will be filming in Spain this month (where they film King's Landing exterior scenes) and this only means one thing: the fall of KL is happening in S2 which is a bit too much isn't it? Considering the season will only have 8 episodes…everything is going to be rushed and there will be no time for proper character development, especially for team green. And sadly I already see lots of people justifying this mess and claiming it's all going to be fine because they'll be moving the Battle of the Gullet to season 3 and Rhaenyra taking the city is the perfect ending because they shouldn't just let her sit the whole season in Dragonstone doing nothing and having no win. Rook's Rest and its aftermath with Aemond being crowned as regent would have been a much better season finale but by the look of things right now this battle will probably happen in episode 4 or 5 and Blood & Cheese in episode 1 or 2…

There's a little speculative inside baseball going on right now of what people are talking about in production that I hear going around private fan discords.

1.) Is that the scene in question is another attempt by Alicent to prevent the full scale war after finding out about what happened between Aemond and Luke above Ship Breaker Bay. Apparently Alicent will completely and totally throw Aemond under the bus, in fact, she'll throw all of her children under the bus trying to maintain peace with Rhaenyra, including offering herself as a hostage.

This lines up with a rumor going around in December that Alicent will be framed as being a secret Rhaenyra sympathizer working against Aemond and Criston's war effrort, and that she would be portrayed as, basically, being a captive of her own children and Lord Commander. This was something that apparently Cooke pitched right after Sapochnik got the boot by HBO/Warner.

I'm not saying this is true, cause you've got be fucking retarded to write Alicent Hightower - the woman who loves her children more than life itself - in such a bullshit manner. But if this does turn out to be the case, it might be one the biggest character missteps/betrayals since Jaime took Brienne's virginity and then went to die with Cersei in Season 8 of GOT.

2.) The other speculative rumor is that this scene takes place post "Blood & Cheese" in which Rhaenyra apparently either never knew that Daemon was targeting Jaehaerys or that they were trying to assassinate Aegon and got Jaehaerys instead. Either way, Rhaenyra is apparently absolved in involvement of this monstrous murder by the writers, and she is trying to apologize to Alicent, but Alicent goes fire and brimstone and vows to help Aemond and Criston make Rhaenyra pay for what she and Daemon have done to her baby boy.

This seems a little more believable, in that I can completely see the writers continuing to try and whitewash Rhaenyra further by making Daemon the monster and Rhaenyra his pigeon. It would also fit with Condal's vow to make Daemon more unlikeable and tarnish him in the eyes of the fandom.

My opinion is that I'd prefer the latter much more than the former. I mean, I'm perpetually super annoyed that they're still trying to whitewash Rhaenyra and make her seem a better person than she ever was for going on thirty years of continuity. But I can live with it if it means getting a more book accurate Alicent who will kill every memeber of team black she lays her Mutha'fuckin eyes on!

I am also 1000% done with whatever fucking girl-crush cutesy bullshit going on between Olivia Cooke and Emma D'arcy. If they want to be friends on their own time, go fucking nuts - by all means get matching t-shirts and B&B with their boyfriends on a doubles vacation, and all that shit. But when it starts to effect the work and they aren't mature enough to play the characters as written without putting their own bullshit into it and it starts to show on screen, than we've got a problem.

I'm telling you, right now, if those December leaks turn out to be true and we get an Alicent who is actively working against her children and who proclaims Aemond a monster to a woman who just murdered her granchild cause she's in love with her, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind.

#House of the Dragon #Alicent Hightower #Rhaenyra Targaryen #Aemond Targaryen #Olivia Cooke #Emma D'arcy

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davekat-sucks · 20 days

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Some Homestuck Fans need representation so badly in fiction. They need to police all of us so badly to get it We could have good representation in fiction! I want it too! But it’s not something Homestuck even offers. Homestuck turns every bad taboo into a strange punch line. It’s weird to make Homestuck a platform to talk about capitalism when the way their economy works is so different for real life. It’s so strange to see people talk about racism when Karkat’s world was fucked up enough to make canabalism and mandatory sex a cultural thing. Homosexuality wasn’t even a concept to Kanaya, she isn’t a lesbian even if she does have a preference towards women. (I am so tired of seeing Yuri shippers really think they are activists when they make Rose and Kanaya into something more important than it actually is. They are the people who make fun of fujos despite doing the same thing. Only most fujoshis don’t claim making male characters have sex is activism. It’s just stupid fun. WERE ALL JUST HAVING STUPID FUN!)

Homestuck is not the platform to talk about these heavy issues. This is fucked up scifi where what would have been cool for the ending is to see them recreate the world together and pick what should be saved and what parts of their culture should be thrown away. (Plus! all of humanity being killed by the empress makes Dirk and Jane’s distrust of aliens in the epilogue make sense to me, this could have been a learning tool about how racist people develop their beliefs and how to change their mind. But the epilogue writers went full labor camp with Jane. This is Legend of Korra season 4 all over again. They need to make every bad guy hitler because they don’t know anything about history outside of snippets of WW2 propaganda.)

We need to teach these people that Marx called all black people the n-word. He cheated on his wife and got the nanny pregnant. AND COMMUNISM LEAD TO A PRISON ISLAND FILLED WITH STARVING PEOPLE WHO (this is so gross so ignore if you’re squeemish) HAD TO PRACTICE CANABALISM! THE WOMEN HAD TO HAVE SEX WITH THE GAURDS TO GET FLOUR WHICH THEY MIXED WITH WATER THAT GAVE THEM DISENTARY! Marx was a fucking idiot who didn’t care about compassion and didn’t understand people. He was pathetic and seeing the Homestuck fandom suck his cock is so pathetic.

They do the same in other fandom spaces for stuff like anime, video games, comics, etc. The three listed being most talked about because of corporates that tries to push progressive activism is usually in poor quality, pandered to gain quick money, and localization becoming more of censorship that much of the original creator's writing or intention get lost or silenced. And fujoshi, at least for Western fans, don't really call themselves that. After all, it's offensive to use that label on yourself if you like BL. Because if you call yourself a fujoshi, you hypersexualized real life gay men. Because BL/yaoi in fictional works = real life gay men, when it's not the case. Using media to tie in with politics has been retarded since people started comparing Trump to Voldemort or Darth Vader. Even if a film or TV show has topics that would go over similar themes in real world, it is not exactly the same as real life. The shit that happens in the story is just that. It's fake fictional world with their own problems. It's not like real life.

#homestuck #homestuck fandom #fandom #fandoms

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thunderousavery · 6 months

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Make You Mine (Ghost x Soap) Pt. 2

CW: Blood, Slight (Is it even slight? Haha) Gore, Curse words

A/N: I forgot to mention that this is not canon-compliant (Because I reject everything that happened after MWII). Description: Johnny and Simon try to trudge carefully as the sniper from outside the building waits for their heads to pop out. Main Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish Word Count: 1.9k

Chapter 2 - ‘Cause I know that I am yours and you are mine. Doesn’t matter anyway.

To say he was fond of Simon sounded crazy in Johnny’s mind. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think of it, let alone when they met on their first mission together to apprehend the leader of Al-Qatala in Al Mazrah. The man was stoic, strict, and definitely showed no signs of nonsense in his actions and orders.

Johnny was different from him. He was a breed full of life who liked to see things from every perspective, a man built with confidence and compassion for his comrades. And when he knows something is wrong, he’s headstrong about it and follows his just principles to pursue the truth.

Maybe that’s why he faced disciplinary action years ago because he punched a military police officer and knocked him out. That man was an arse, and he believed he did the right thing even when he almost got a strike on his career for that.

Now, working in Task Force 141 alongside a Lieutenant named Simon “Ghost” Riley seemed like a nice change of pace. He’s dealt with strict men like him before, and he knew he could handle him as well.

But there’s this… vibe on him that he can’t put his finger on. Something that draws to him like no other.

“Ya good, Ghost? Keep up; we’re almost on the first floor.” Johnny spoke after they settled to another cover spot, particularly another pillar wall. He would be lying if he wasn’t concerned with the Brit, but he knew better than to make him feel like a liability after being shot like that. He knew how it felt to feel helpless in this aggravating situation.

“Don’t mind me,” Simon grumbled, his voice laced with irritation clearly at him and his shoulder wound.

Aye, he guessed he would just shut up now. There’s no need to make more noise aside from the car alarms from outside.

… Hold the fuck up.

The explosion. The loud noises from outside.

Fucking retard. Johnny thought as he looked for the laser tag again, sighing in annoyance as the sniper took a shot and barely missed his head when he popped out. Masking the sounds with car alarms was brilliant, but Johnny was disappointed when the sniper used their laser sight for accuracy. It’s just a straight line for a target on one end and the gun on the other.

He can track them down later and fuck them up.

When he surveyed the surroundings again and spotted the laser tag on the far right, Johnny knew they had to move. So, he led the Brit and sneaked towards another cover, then ran as fast as they could towards the staircase room down the first floor. Boots clicked on each step with haste as he tried to dodge any shot that would be fired.

They’re so close to getting out of here alive. So close to making that sniper’s life a living hell.

… Or not.

“… L.T.!”

Simon didn’t follow his Sergeant’s lead. He slumped back behind the latest cover they went through, clutching his shoulder in pain. His eyes were shut tight as he groaned in agony.

Johnny was on the verge of panicking. He can’t leave him behind. He definitely remembered Simon always said that no man should be left behind. That they’re a team, and they stick together. “Ghost, just… Fuck, hold on fer me. I’ll—”

“No!” A roar tore from Simon’s throat as he tried to stand back up. Red dripped from his arm and onto the floor. Brown eyes pierced against blue ones again.

Those eyes screamed, “Help me, Sergeant…” Johnny’s heart clenched in his chest.

But Simon’s gruff voice sounded otherwise as he leaned against the wall for a while, clutching his rifle with his uninjured arm. “I’m… Fuck, I’ll be right there with you.”

They were running out of time. Simon was running out of time. The laser tag was just right behind the edge of the wall where his head would pop out. One move, and he’s dead. Take too long, and he’ll bleed out.

And the Scot knew that. He could see that clearly, and he knows the sniper bastard knows it all too.

So, with a clear resolve and tactical training lessons remembered, Johnny took a step back and ran just to suddenly crouch down to slide back to Simon, his body smoothed against the floor. As expected, the sniper took a shot, missing instantaneously as the bullet seared against the floor.

There was a second before the sniper could shoot again. Johnny calculated it all too well.

“Johnny, what—”

“We don’t have time!” Johnny pulled him by his uninjured arm and ran as quickly as possible with his Lieutenant behind him. The sniper retook their shot, but it missed just right past Simon’s head after they got into the staircase room.

That was fucking close…

They tried to catch their breaths for a while and sat in the corner before Johnny looked at his Lieutenant with a soft smile. From here, they couldn’t hear the sounds of the car alarms anymore. He instantly got worried when he saw the Brit’s eyes drooping slightly behind the mask, so he moved closer and inspected his shoulder.

Then, a soft gasp failed to be unuttered from his throat. “… We have to shut yer wound close, L.T. Cannae have ye bleeding like that.”

Simon looked at him with half-lidded eyes behind his mask. “You mean…?” If he’s thinking what he’s thinking, then he knew it would hurt. And would leave an ugly scar. Again.

“Yeah.” Johnny sighed as he pulled out a throwing knife from his side pocket. “Got a light?”

“Fucking improvising shit…” Simon groaned as he weakly pulled a lighter from his pocket and handed it to him.

“Ya taught me that, remember?” Johnny chuckled as he untied the cloth around the Brit’s shoulder, only to frown as he finally slid it off him. “Yep. Just as I thought. It’s fucked, and needs to shut it close.”

“That bad, huh…” Simon sighed as he unbuckled his vest and struggled to take it off. “Are you just gonna stare, Sergeant? Goddammit…”

“A’ight, hang on.” Johnny helped him slide the vest off him carefully. Simon winced at the feeling of moving his injured shoulder through the process, revealing the bloodied combat shirt underneath due to the bleeding wound. “I’ll cut yer sleeve short. Hope it’s not yer favorite shirt.”

“Less shirt for me, I guess.” Both of them laughed softly at Simon’s attempt at humor. “Can you make a clean cut on it?”

“So it becomes yer fancy sleeveless shirt? I shoot guns and blow up bombs, L.T.”

“And you clean rooms, Soap.”

Johnny hummed in amusement; Simon remembered how he got the name ‘Soap.’

“Aye, but technically, I’m best with room clearance regarding combat.”

Johnny held the knife and carefully tore through the sleeve of the Brit’s shirt. Simon winced again whenever the blade touched near his wound, and Johnny tried his best to avoid it. It took a while, but his shoulder was finally bare, his biceps twitching slightly at the pain in his shoulder.

“This’ll hurt, L.T.,” Johnny warned as he prepared his hands for an amateur surgery badly needed for Simon to survive. “I’ll take the bullet out first. Then, I’ll heat up the knife and press it on yer wound.”

“You’re gonna… fucking dip your fingers inside me... How sweet…” Slightly slurred words and ragged breathing. Johnny needs to do this quick.

“I aim to please. Bite down on yer mask, L.T.” With that final warning, the Sergeant dug his fingers carefully into the bloody gunshot hole of Simon’s flesh.

“Nnnnggghhh!” Simon bit down hard on the fabric of his mask as calloused fingers dipped and nudged between his bleeding wound. The pain was a fucking agony, and he just simply wished to pass out from it. His heart thumped wildly, his mind was getting hazy, and he just kept bleeding out.

“‘m sorry, L.T.! Fuck, I’m trying to… Ah! There it is!” It took a while, but Johnny finally managed to get the base of the bullet between his fingers. It was slick with blood, but he knew how to get it out without letting it slip. “Taking it out now.”

True to his words, he quickly pulled the bullet out efficiently. And it was fucking indeed a .50 caliber. Simon was still biting down on his mask; screams were muffled, and tears of pain falling from his eyes. And Johnny wanted to throw up from making his Lieutenant suffer like this.

“Fuck, fuck… Ghost, we’re almost done. Just need to—”

“FUCKING HURRY UP!”

“A-Alright, alright!” Johnny almost panicked and dropped the knife to his lap but quickly picked it up. He heated the blade with the lighter until it was scorching and tinted with scarlet. Then, without further ado, he chunked the heated edge against the open flesh.

“GAAAHHH!” Simon finally screamed this time; the guttural sound from his throat was all throughout the room.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry, Ghost!” Truly, he was. He can’t bear to hear him scream in pain like this.

“G-Get over it! FUCK!” His left hand gripped his thigh tightly, almost even digging his fingers beneath the fabric of his trousers.

Johnny tried working quickly, but heating the blade and sticking it against the flesh was a repeated process. There’s no other safe way to seal the wound, and he’s not risking putting gunpowder on the flesh, either. He thought of that for a while but couldn’t risk the wound getting infected.

“Almost sealing it up, hold on.” Blood was beginning to stop pouring out of the flesh as it was sizzled and cauterized by the heated blade. Soon enough, the whole wound was sealed up, covered in scarlet and black altogether, like some black pudding.

Simon let out one final groan as he leaned against the wall after the end of the agony, panting and sweating beneath his mask before lifting it just up to his nose so he could breathe. “I-It’s… Is it… over…?”

“… Affirmative, L.T.. You’re gonna be okay.” Johnny slumped back beside him, dropping the bloodied and scorched knife on the floor. He looked at the Brit’s gloved hand, almost wanting to reach with his own and hold it to offer comfort. But he didn’t. Simon might push him away, so he didn’t act on his thoughts.

For now, Johnny sighed in relief after knowing his Lieutenant was gonna survive the night from bleeding out.

But the real danger was still present. The fucking sniper outside the building was just waiting for them to come out.

Johnny pulled his radio out and tried to contact Price, tuning and turning to find the correct frequency. They needed reinforcements, medevac, exfil, anything that could secure their safety and Simon’s recovery. “Bravo 6, this is 7-1. We need—”

“No one’s coming to save you, amerikanisch,” said a male voice behind the line before Johnny could finish his sentence.

… German. Price was not German. They don’t have a German in the task force.

“Surrender the intel, and we might let you live to see the daylight.” A dark chuckle was heard. “‘Course, if we assumed right that your partner’s dead, Soldat.”

“Who the fuck is this?!” The Scot growled as he clutched the radio tightly and moved to the nearest window. It’s good that his Lieutenant was behind a good cover for now.

“J-Johnny…?” Simon’s voice was laced with tiredness and confusion as his half-lidded eyes beneath the mask watched his Sergeant move to the nearest window. “What… What’s going on?”

“We got company, L.T.,” was all Johnny could say before he reached for his weapon with his other hand. “And I don’t think they’re friendly.”

A/N: I WUV U, MY SCOTTISH BOI

You're in Part 2

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4

#ghost x soap #ghoap #soap x ghost #ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley x john mactavish #cod #cod fanfic #cod fic

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mama-qwerty · 2 years

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The Reluctant Tutor

So I came up with the brilliant idea that Callie would be hired as the Wachowski boys' tutor, because they simply cannot be trusted to their own devices during the day while Tom and Maddie are at work. I started writing something but it just wasn't jiving with me for some reason. I may come back to it later. Or I may not. We'll see.

~~~

“Make it quick, boys,” Maddie called as her three kids raced into the library. “We’ve gotta pick up your dad and get home by three. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

“Okay!” three voices chorused as the boys split up to scour their favorite sections for new material. Science and mechanics for Tails, comics and sci-fi for Sonic, and young adult adventure stories for Knuckles.

“Got something fun planned tonight?” Callie asked. The head librarian emerged from the bookstacks and placed a few books on the desk.

Maddie rolled her eyes. “It’s one of the stipulations under that agreement we signed with G.U.N back when they beat Robotnik. We have to meet with one of their agents every six months so they can ‘check in’.” She curled her lip. “More like ‘update their files on the boys’ powers’.”

“Ah,” the librarian said, flipping her long red braid behind her. “So, the equivalent of seeing that one uncle no one likes, but you have to under the guise of obligation.”

“Bingo.”

“I can’t imagine the boys are very cooperative in these little visits.”

A mischievous smile curled Maddie’s lips. “No they are not. Last time Knuckles refused say a single word, just glared at the interviewer the whole time. Sonic went to the other extreme and didn’t shut up the entire time, talking about everything under the sun except what they wanted to know.”

Callie snickered. “Yep, sounds like them. What about the Fluffmeister?”

“Tails pulled out the big guns.”

“Ooh, lemme guess,” the redhead said, counting off on her fingers. “Big puppy dog eyes, wrapped himself up in his tails, and full-on cried like his little heart was breaking.”

Maddie laughed, slapping a hand on the counter. “Right on all counts!”

Callie joined her friend in laughter, shaking her head as she ended in a sigh. “Those boys are a force of nature, I swear. Good kids. Smart as the dickens, but a handful.”

“Yeah,” Maddie said, leaning on the counter with a sigh. “So I keep hearing.”

The librarian turned back. “Everything okay?”

The other woman shrugged. “Let’s just say not everyone appreciates the boys like we do.”

Callie nodded. “I take it the tutor search isn’t going well?”

Maddie shook her head. “Another one quit this past week. He seemed to be doing well, but I got a call on Wednesday that he wasn’t coming back.” She sighed. “At this rate we’ll run through every eligible tutor in the state before the end of the month.”

“Remind me why you’re looking for a tutor in the first place,” Callie said, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. “Is this another G.U.N thing?”

Maddie shook her head. “The boys have become a bit too . . . let’s say ‘creative’ when left to their own devices while Tom and I are at work.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yep. We’ve come home to more destruction than usual lately. Tom and I agreed they need a bit more structure and supervision, at least until they mature a bit to stop thinking things like skiing off the roof is a good idea.”

“That’s a Sonic idea if I ever heard one.”

Maddie nodded. “And you know Mr. Gotta Go Fast. He greased up the skis and used a box fan to get more speed.”

Callie winced. “Oh man. Is that when he lost some quills about a month ago?”

“No, that was when Tails tried to create a flame retardant spray and Sonic was his test subject.”

“Yikes. Hey, wouldn’t Knux be the voice of reason in these scenarios? He’s not exactly the type to go along with this stuff.”

“Yeah, you’d think so. But leaving him in charge doesn’t guarantee a peaceful afternoon. He can sometimes let the power go to his head. And the other two team up to challenge his status as ‘the boss’.”

“I guess that makes sense. He’s not that much older than them.”

“Right.” Maddie sighed. “So we decided the boys could maybe use some formal education. They still need to keep a semi-low profile, which means they can’t go to school, so we’re back to our latest failed tutor.”

“Did he say why he was quitting?”

“Knuckles was ‘too intimidating’.��

“What??” the librarian cried, face twisted in disbelief. “Ridiculous. That boy is a teddy bear.”

“I can hear you,” a booming voice called from the YA section. “I am a fierce echidna warrior. Not a teddy bear.”

“You’re totally a teddy bear,” another voice said from the comic section. “A big, soft, snuggly-wuggly teddy bear.”

“I will hurt you, hedgehog,” the first voice responded, and the women at the counter rolled their eyes with a smile.

“I think you’re intimidating, Knuckles,” a third voice called from the mechanic section.

“Thank you, fox, you are indeed very intelligent.”

“Suck up!”

“Oy!” Callie said, lifting her voice over the others. “No yelling in the library!”

A beat of silence before a trio of voices called back, “Sorry!”

“So,” the librarian said, turning back to Maddie. “Did you call Mrs. Bellflower like I suggested?”

The vet nodded. “She was the first one who came out. Seemed like a nice lady, and considering she’d been a teacher for nearly 30 years, it seemed like a good fit. She lasted three days. In the end she said she wasn’t equipped for the boys’, ahem, ‘special needs’.”

“In other words, she freaked.”

“Yep. Sonic barely powered up—once—and she was out the door before the last sparks left his quills.”

Callie uttered an annoyed grunt. “I warned her. You can’t handle these boys like any other human kid. Sorry Mads. I’ll try to think of someone else to send your way.”

“Hey, Cal?” Sonic yelled, drawing another eye roll from the librarian.

“What did I say about yelling?”

“Sorry, but I can’t find that book on Tesla you told me about the other day!”

“It’s in the biography section.”

A blue blur zipped between bookshelves. “I don’t see it!”

“Well keep looking, it’s there.”

“I don’t think so! I’m standing right here and I don’t see i—oh there it is. Thanks!”

Callie shook her head, a small smile on her lips, as she turned back to Maddie. The other woman stood with a thoughtful expression, her brows slightly furrowed. “What’s with the look?”

“What about you?”

“What about me, what?”

“Why don’t you be the boys’ tutor?”

The librarian shook her head. “Oooh no. I’m not a teacher.”

Maddie shrugged. “You taught Knuckles how to write.”

“That’s different.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, it just is,” the redhead said, flipping her braid back around her shoulder to fiddle with the end. It was a nervous habit she’d developed in her teens. “Besides, he practically taught himself, I just showed him the basics.”

“Not true,” the echidna said, rounding the bookshelves to their right. He carried a new Warrior Cats book. “Your guidance was essential in my early days on this planet. I am grateful for your knowledge and instruction.”

“See?” Maddie said, gesturing toward him. “You’re a natural born teacher. C’mon, the boys love you already, you’re smart, and they’re here almost every day already. Hell, you’re practically extended family. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before.”

“Think of what before?” Sonic said as he and Tails approached the front counter. They each carried a few books. “What are we talking about?”

“How would you like Callie to be your tutor?”

~~~

And that's all I had because, well, like I said, it wasn't really working well. But I thought this bit came out okay.

Like this? Check out my other snippets. Reblogs are appreciated!

#writing snippet #my fics #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower #tails the fox #maddie wachowski #sonic wachowski #knuckles wachowski #tails wachowski #callie macpherson

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incarnateirony · 5 days

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So I explained the shooting last year, and what I call the superposition perception dodging to a friend, and once I went over it top to bottom, he was just like

"So... you're Schrodinger's cat?"

"Yes." a pause, a beat.

"Except the cat knows how to use the dead ones like an army."

I'm serious guys, one last time since it's been a while since I talked about it.

I was minding my business fucking around on youtube and discord. Youtube was on "what are space and time? Do they exist?" and the video was saying "According to einstein the ticking of your clock depends on where you're sitting."

And then, suddenly, there was plaster in the air, I saw it first, then third person, then had the time to lean forward and inspect a hole for a minute except, no I didn't, because at the same time more bullets were flying, in no and every order, and my tazer was being hit, and I could hear it crackling in the background of timelines it wasn't even hit on, and it was first person, and third, and range, and local, and happened simultaneously, and all at once, each a little different from the last

And somewhere between computing all of this in one impossibly long second that didn't exist, I was like nonono I'm still here. And then I was suddenly under the desk taking cover, only to later realize the first or second (hard to tell in the timeline shake and bake) bullet that came in should have been a headshot between the eyes right over my computer camera, my chair and into the next room.

I quantum computed the factors, made my decisions, and survived, I won't go through that part again about knowing who what why how and what they were equipped with, but I did, from all the angles, and assembled it.

During the angles themselves, there was small motion, like a slow video of something happening really fast. I literally witnessed myself like, screening timelines to save my hat. Me, I'm the hat. I grabbed the hat I could save. And was like no I'm not done.

When I plugged my router back in a few hours later once I knew the enemy was gone, youtube did that thing where it rolled back a few seconds and replayed from where it dropped. "According to Einstein, the ticking of your clock depends on where you're sitting."

[looks at bullet hole in wall over chair into the next room]

At that point, I looked to the ceiling and yelled "I HEAR YOU GOD." Thought I knew all I'd need, but I needed a few ... WEEKS to really process and grok what the fuck had just happened, what all I'd just seen, and what the fuck the universe is like when I'm not bunkering down. Read as: Sure that was god, in the way that we're all god and I'm god, and I saved my own ass, but I don't have time to break down the bullshit on THAT.

I still just tried to lock down and focus on life until recent events but like.

I am Schrodinger's fucking cat.

When I say Perceiving, for real and in full, not reading in theory and thinking you grok, not being told about it, when you fucking Perceive, there is no just turning back and engaging the world normally? Yes, hello, I unsurvived a quantum superposition and just tried to go back to being a normal dude, but it attached to my "magical" shit and next you know, I'm getting screwed up by a weirdo stalker cult of objective magical newbie retards that refuse to acknowledge it's a cult, and now here we are.

There's a reason I'm like no kids, shut the fuck up about your Belief. I'm talking about Reality, I'm talking about How The World Works, I'm talking about my active life, both past major events and my daily fucking interaction with the entire fucking universe. I'm talking about life, you're talking about imagination land. Fucking stop. You cannot imagine me out of being who I am. I do not care what you fucking Belief. That's not how this works. Of the lot of us, I'm the one actually more likely able to imagine YOU out, because you don't know or have SHIT.

No seriously y'all I'm out here literally experiencing and navigating and commanding superpositions, I'm using Calabi Yau manifolds to spin moments, I AM the spinor in the theory, I am doing the fucking things, I am dodging the bullets, I'm just the impossible madhat. And they're out here talking about what they want to motherfucking Belief. I'm standing in a consciously aware superposition and these retards think on a level like "I think the reaper wanted me to stay in the state."

Space is fake and irrelevant to upper dimensions. Try that hat on. And if you can't even bring yourself to grok this motherfucking concept, it's time to give up pretending you're a witch or magician interested in understanding or commanding the universe, or in finding your gods, because they're inside, moron.

No, hey, retard. Witches were witches because they knew magic and healing methods that ended up largely approved by science later. But you retards are still operating like it's the 1400s and science hasn't changed at all, you refuse to even try to update your understanding of the universe, much less find ways to use more advanced sciences to further push the limits of "magic". Witches didn't delulu their way into their craft like modern children do, they studied, and learned how the world fucking worked, and that's why they were fucking "magic", okay?

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gougarfem · 8 months

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Damn you went full retard

it's nice i have so many lovely messages welcoming my return to tumblr

#asks

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summion7 · 2 years

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Nora:so Jaune I had a question for you. Who’s Millie?

Jaune:*spit takes orange juice * how the FUCK did you learn that name?!

Yang:woah vb chill it was just a question. Now I’m curious tho.

Weiss: is she a dog you had or something?

Before anyone could blink Jaune pulled a black and silver rilfe from seemingly out of nowhere and placed the barrel under weiss’s chin.

Jaune?:you call my wife a dog again and I’ll kick your juvenile ass!

Ruby:woah stop! First she didn’t know! Second nice gun. Third wife?! and fourth that is a really nice gun where did you get it?

Sighing Jaune? Place the gun on the table apologizing to Weiss at the same time.

Jaune?: well I guess I should come clean.

Ren:come clean? About having a wife?

Jaune?: well that and well I’m actually a demon that’s been reborn because a mistake the dark prince Stolas made while he was fucking my boss.

Rwbynpr:wa?

Jaune?: so while I am human now I was once a imp demon named moxie. I killed people for a living.

Nora:woah really!

Jaune (moxie): yeah but the targets were killers, cheaters,clowns, and back wood Jeffrey Dahmer.

Blake: this is a lot to process. What was Millie?

Jaune (moxie): she was the love of my afterlife and one badass killer! She was best with melee weapons like knives, axes, and one time she used a baguette to kill three ninjas!

Ruby:sounds interesting but she won’t hurt us right?

Jaune (moxie):oh no as I said we only killed targets and in self defense. Though I miss my beautiful assassin. We only just had one year long anniversary.

Pyrrha:.. I’m sorry to hear that. I wish we could have meet.(thinking:I wish he talked about me with eyes like that.)

Suddenly a portal opened in the dorms rec room and out popped two imps and a dog.

???:shit looks like we went to the wrong realm o don’t see the retard here.

???:what do we do with them?(pointing at the teams)

???:leave them no one will believe them that demons popped up here.

Jaune (moxie):MILLIE, BLITZ, LOONA!

The demons were shocked that a mere mortal knew their names!

LOONA: how the fuck do you know us?

Jaune (moxie):ITS ME MOXIE I WAS REBORN AS A HUMAN! THESE ARE MY FRIENDS AND TEAMMATES!(introduces the teams who were still in shock) THEY ARE TRAINING TO BE HUNTERS AND HUNTRESSES!

Millie: MY MOX IS ALIVE?! I so happy I’ve found you and woah. Your caked up!

Jaune (moxie): That not the only thing that’s been “beefed up” .

Ruby:TMI!

Pyrrha:are are you going to leave us?

Jaune (moxie): what no. I still want to be a huntsman I just have a lot more back and forth to do from now on.

Blitz: what are you taking about just get you ass back in the office and it’s Business as usual.

Jaune (moxie): I can’t if I go without permission I would instantly die. Plus I have a big family to take care of.

Loona:how big?

Jaune (moxie):seven sisters and my parents.

Blitz: and I thought stolas had a lot of siblings.

Millie: what about us?

Jaune (moxie): your still my beautiful assassin wife I wouldn’t trade you for anything.

Millie:aww baby!*starts to make out with him*

Pyrrha can only look away in hurt and pain only to catch the attention of Millie.

Millie: so who is she to you?

Jaune (moxie): my teacher, partner and best friend who I love.

Millie: Hey red!*pyrrha looks* how about I let you in on this.

Jaune (moxie): sweetie?!

Pyrrha:YES!

Millie: good answer! Now let’s go a “ cement“ this new deal.

Jaune (moxie):the room is across the hall.

Millie:perfect! I will see you back at the office blitz! Come along Pyrrha I got to show you some tricks!

Pyrrha:oh ok!

yang: huh Jaune’s going to fuck a demon and the “goddess of victory” that one way to start the weekend.

Blitz:tell me about it. Hey do you know where I can blow some creatures up and not get bitched at?

Nora: I like this guy! Follow me the forest is full of Grimm to kill!

Loona: mind if I relax here? I don’t feel like going?

Blake: sure there food in the fridge I’ll be reading my book if you need me.

Loona: book? Fuck it let me see too.

Ren: huh looks like I’m hanging out with a wolf girl and a cat girl neat.

Blake & Loona: THATS RACIST!

Weiss: but he isn’t wrong.

#jaune arc #arkos #helluva moxxie #helluva millie #helluva blitzo #rwby #rwby ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake bellodona #rwby weiss schnee #nora valkryie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #helluva crossover

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