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[lokis-army-77]

Summoning

Demon!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3281

The Reader is home alone and decided to try her hand at summoning something. This wasn't the best idea she has ever had or is it?

Warning: 18+ Demon summoning, dubious consent, CNC, fingering, unprotected sex, PinV sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, squirting.

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When no one is home you get bored. When no one is home you do some questionable things. 

Surrounded by candles and a horrible chalk-drawn summoning circle on the dark hardwood of the living room floor, I sat criss-cross with an old book clucked in my hands. It was a book of spells lent to me by my friend, who was helping me delve into my newly formed interest in the occult. 

She had warned me against trying out advanced spells, really, she had warned me about trying out any spells in general. Given my lack of knowledge, she had said, something could go horribly wrong. But she wasn’t here now and I couldn’t help my curiosity. 

Leaning forward, over the summoning circle, I began to copy the symbols which needed to be placed on the outside. Some, from what I understood were for protection and some were for containing the demon within the circle, both things that made me feel better about what I was fixing to do. 

Sitting up on my knees, I sat the chalk down and wiped my hand of its residue. I settled the book on my lap and looked at the summoning spell. I had taken Latin as an elective in high school, so pronouncing the words shouldn’t be a problem. 

As I started to read the words, the book felt heavy in my hands. So far, nothing was happening but as I kept going a soft breeze began to pick up in the room, making the skirt of my dress flutter around my legs. I paid it no mind as I kept on. 

My heart was beating out of my chest as I started the chant over again. Inside the circle, red sparks of light began to appear, flashing in the darkness. The flames of the candles started to flare as I spoke and the smell of sulfur wafted through the air. 

The energy in the room was palpable, something was coming. Slowly the white lines of the chalk circle began to glow a bright red and from those lines, a set of blackened fingers broke through. At the sight of them, my voice wavered in concern and excitement. Another hand reached out soon after and to my absolute amazement, the circle opened up completely, revealing a bright red flash. Wincing away at the light I covered my eyes.  

The air had stilled, no longer blowing the fabric of my dress around loosely. But the energy was still there, now more distinct than it had been before. Slowly, I pulled my hand away from my eyes, only to be greeted by a smiling figure standing at the edge of the circle farthest from me. 

He watched carefully as I eyed him up and down. If this truly was a demon, he was more human looking than I had expected, although, I’m not too sure what I was expecting in the first place. 

His curly hair fell over most of his face, leaving only his mouth open to my sight with his pointy teeth. Hidden by the mop of hair, at the top of his head, I could see a pair of obsidian horns pointing out behind him. From here, I could not tell how long they may be. 

Going down his body, he was naked, save for the tattered, black cloth tied to his waist. His chest was toned and smooth, nipples pierced with glinting golden bars. I gulped as I noticed the wings behind him, sinched in close to his back. 

“Why have you summoned me, mortal?” His voice reverberated around the room. 

Sitting straighter on my knees, I peered up to where his eyes must be. “I-I-” I began to stutter. I didn’t actually think this spell would work and I certainly didn’t think it would bring me one of the most attractive men, or demons, I have ever seen. 

“Well?” He questioned, bored. 

I shook my head of any thoughts and cleared my throat nervously. “I was just fooling around,” I confessed to the demon weakly. “I just wanted to see if it could really be done.”

He laughed a deep grating sound. He tipped his head forward, looking at the summoning circle I had drawn. “I’m impressed.” His sarcastic tone wasn’t lost on me. “That an amateur mortal with her poorly drawn runes could call upon me.” He bent down, long fingers reaching out to touch the outer chalk circle. 

A string of fear shot up my spine when he looked back at me with a sharp-toothed grin. Something was wrong but it didn’t stop the sudden, out-of-place, pang of need from coursing through my body to my core. 

“You can’t truly believe that these unskilful and clumsily drawn binding runes would keep me in here.” 

“I followed what the book told me to do, you can not leave that circle.” My voice quivered. I now had no confidence in those protection runes. 

“Oh you innocent little thing,” He tutted. I watched in horror as his fingers whipped away at the chalk, breaking open the circle. 

I cringed away as a wave of power was emitted from the break. “Please,” I begged him, to spare me or fuck me, I do not know.

He stood to his full height, wings now stretched out to their full glory, no longer being trapped by the invisible bonds of the circle. They were wide and black, almost identical to how a bat’s wings would look, and very intimidating. 

“Begging already? I haven’t even done anything.” He took a step forward. 

I moved from my knees, backing away from him on my bottom. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for summoning you.” 

“It’s a little late for apologies, isn’t it, little one? I’m already here.” 

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice wavered as he came closer still.

“An offering.” He stated simply. 

I just stared at him, eyes wide.

“Your eternal soul, undying devotion, servitude, maybe even all three.” The demon let out an eerie laugh.

I couldn’t help but press my legs together tightly, trying to release some of the pressure building between them at his words. Why was I feeling this way? I was in certain danger and yet I couldn’t help the carnal need making my body buzz.

The demon laughed again, noticing what I was doing. “I think we have found how you may serve me.” He bent down in front of me and reached out his hand to caress his fingers up the bare skin of my calf. Goosebumps rose to the surface at the feeling. His hand was burning as it went further up my leg, tangling into the hem of my dress which had ridden back on my thighs. 

My heart was beating out of my chest as he continued to move his hand up under my dress and stop just before reaching the apex. His thumb, carefully smoothed over the skin of my leg and pressed into the fabric of my panties, finding my clit immediately. 

A sharp whine escaped me as he began to rub my clit harshly through the cotton garment. In my gut, I knew I should not be letting this happen. No, I should be kicking and screaming and begging for this man, no this demon, to let me go but I couldn’t, the words would not form and lust had begun to cloud every rational thought I might have had since I saw him standing in front of me. 

My legs parted wider for him and my hips began to buck to the fast-paced movements he had created with his thumb. In my lower abdomen, I could feel a growing need to be filled by him and him alone.

“Please,” I begged again, this time more wantonly than scared.

“Beg some more, I like it.” His grin was malicious as he moved my panties out of the way and stuffed a finger into my pussy, all the while still circling my clit with his thumb. My cunt gripped him tightly, fluttering around him when he moved his finger in a come hither motion.  

The feeling of his large finger inside of me had me falling apart, moaning and writing under his touch. I fell back onto my elbows, head lulling to the side as I watched him with lidded eyes. An overwhelming flood of need and arousal was building beneath my skin, heated and ready to boil over. 

“Please, please touch me. I need to feel you.” I cried out to him. 

“I am touching you little one.” I could see the glint of his eyes through his hair now, two pitch black spheres showing no emotion as he thrust his finger in and out of my soaking cunt. 

“Fuck,” I groaned, raising my hips into his thumb. “Need you to fuck me. Please, I need you to fill me with your cock. Please, please, please.” My voice became higher in pitch the more I begged him. 

He smiled, showing off all his pointy teeth, then stopped his hand, pulling his fingers away from my cunt. 

I clenched around nothing, crying in displeasure at the emptiness. My cry soon turned into a surprised shriek as the demon took hold of my ankle in a firm grip and began to drag me into the summoning circle with him. 

There, in the broken circle, surrounded by candles, he snapped his fingers, ridding me of my clothes. Naked beneath his intimidating form, I shivered. I tried to bring my hands up to cover myself, but he caught them with his other hand, pinning them above my head.

“Do not hide from me.” His wings flared out as he spoke. 

I only nodded in submission.

He said nothing as he slid his hand down from my ankle to catch the back of my knee, pulling my legs wide so he could move in between them. He was still covered by the thin cloth around his hips but even so, I could make out the protrusion of his hardened cock. 

Biding my lip, I squirmed under his hold, wanting nothing more than to see what he had hidden. It couldn’t have been small with the way it was jutting through the cloth. 

“Ah!” A moan flew from my lips as he pushed two fingers into my cunt quickly and then out again to rub the slick juices over my clit before taking his cock out from behind its curtain. 

My eyes widened and my back went ridged along the floor at what I saw. He was massive, unlike I had ever seen. The cock was long, thick, and slightly curved up. The demon caught the worried look on my face and chuckled darkly.

“Don’t worry, little one, it will fit.” He sounded determined as he brought the head closer to my cunt, rubbing it along the wetness before slowly pushing it inside. 

I couldn't help but moan deeply as his girth stretched me out beyond anything ever had. Just the tiny bit he had in me felt like so much. I was being pried apart at the seam and it felt as though the pain would never become pleasurable. 

His hand, which was holding my wrists, came up to grip the back of my knee tightly as he pushed in more and more. I could feel my body tensing, sweat breaking out all over at the stress. 

“Fuck,” I groaned, bringing my hands up to reach for him. “Stop please.” I begged, “Won’t fit.” My nails clawed at his abdomen. 

“Yes, it will.” He pushed in more, over halfway in before he eventually just slammed his hips forward. He grunted in pleasure before rocking his hips into me. 

A scream shot out of me and my back arched off the floor. My cunt clamped around the full length of the demon’s hard cock as I felt it practically pulsing in me. The pain of the suddenness of his thrust set a trimmer through my body but it soon subsided into a need for him to move more than he was.

Short, labored breaths filled my lungs as I squeezed my eyes closed. I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock inside of me as he began to thrust. 

“So tight.” He growled, leaning his head down, tongue slipping out to lick at the outer shell of my ear. It was warm and wet and surprisingly, it was forked down the middle like a snake. 

The once painful sensation gave way to more mouthwatering leisure. My pussy was becoming wetter with each deep-seated thrust he made, rocking me back against the floor. 

“Yes, yes, yes. Need more.” I pleaded, arching more into his touch. 

The demon moved his hands around my waist, each resting on my back, large fingers splayed out. He lifted my body up at my hips, leaving only the tops of my shoulders and my head resting on the floor. 

He wasn’t very vocal but deep growls and grunts sounded from his throat as he began to pummel himself into my aching cunt. Shouts and screeches of pleasure flew from my parted lips as I tried to reach out to him, to hold onto something, tether myself to reality as he worked my body. 

“Fuck,” I arched my back as much as I could manage when his hand came up to expertly play with my clit again. The stimulation from his deft fingers and his quick, deep thrusts began to build upon the pleasure I was feeling. 

“More,” I gritted out, cunt greedy for release. My toes curled and my legs stiffened. I was coming nearer and nearer to my climax and I knew he could feel it.

The gritty snarls the demon emitted as he fucked into me were echoing in the room. The sound of them went straight to my leaking pussy. His fingers worked faster, spreading the wetness around. I was soaked, the lewd squelching sounds were testimony of it. 

“Let go little one,” He commanded, propelling himself faster into me. 

I obeyed him, rapturous screams and cries fleeing from me as my body shook in his tight hold. My arousal gushed around his cock and dribbled down my ass and onto the floor, leaving us in a pool of my own quickly cooling cum. 

“That’s it.” 

At his praise, I felt another pang of deep-seated need spring through me. He kept up his blistering pace all the way through my orgasm. I was already sensitive and fucked out, but he looked like he was just getting started. 

My body writhed in his hands. The one that had been toying with my clit now moved to my breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples. Just feeling his warmth on the peaked buds was enough to have me sighing in elation. 

“More- ah! More, please give me more.” I pushed my chest up into his touch. 

“You want more little whore?” He grunted. 

At the moment I answered, he rutted into me harshly, the head of his cock burying itself against my cervix far within me. My answer gargled down in my throat with the mewling moan which replaced it. 

My mouth was left agape and my eyes began to roll back in my head. The demon was unrelenting, fucking into me at a pace that could only be described as animalistic. Even the glimpses of his eyes told me he was becoming more and more feral. 

The sounds of pure bliss I had been making became silent as it kept building and building again. For the second time, I was nearing my orgasm. When my pussy would grip the demon’s cock, I could feel all of him as he resisted my hold. 

“Yes, yes. I want to watch you come undone around me.” I could barely hear his words over the rushing of blood in my ears. 

With a few more thrusts and a twist of my nipple, I was once again gushing around his cock. This time though, he pulled out, leaving my used hole gaping and wanting for more. 

My breathing was hard like I had run a marathon just now, as I rested beneath the demon. I was so exhausted that I could only whimper in protest as his strong hands flipped me over onto my stomach. 

“I am not through with you yet, little one.” He sneered, rubbing his hot, wet cock over the curve of my ass. 

Having no strength, I could only lay there on the ground, eyes closed, a body waiting as I felt his hands roaming my clammy body and bucking my hips up, and guiding himself through my folds. 

“Please,” I begged him, not sure if I could take anymore. 

“Do not beg.” He stated simply. “I will do as I please.” Then, with no warning, his cock pushed all the way into me. 

The new position allows me to feel him impossibly deeper within me, like he may burst through my cervix and into my womb. I could not control my sobs of painful pleasure as he began to impale me. My fingernails dug crescent moons into my palms as I tried to keep myself steady on the floor. The power he put behind his thrusts was pushing and jolting me forward. 

Again, quicker this time, my orgasm began to build and so did my tears. I had become so overwhelmed with excruciating desire that all I could do was cry. My body was vibrating, shaking so violently with the fast-approaching need to release that the demon had to crowd me with his body to keep me still. 

He was grunting into my ear, an enjoyable, wild sound. At the first out-of-beat thrust, I knew he had to be close now. He pushed himself into the gummy walls of my pussy, his tight balls, slapping torturously at my clit just enough to stimulate the sore and puffy nub. 

With a loud wail of a cry, I came again. The wetness between my thighs felt wetter somehow as, and as I looked down to watch, a stream of liquid shot from me onto the floor below. The demon reached his hand down to my clit and began to rub once more, disrupting the stream, and causing it to spray everywhere. I tried to clamp my legs together. 

“Please!” I sobbed, “Please, I can’t.” 

He only kept going. I had no time to recover from the third orgasm when a fourth came crashing down upon me. It was now that I heard a short gasp leave the demon before he gave a final thrust into me, pouring his unholy seed into my convulsing and waiting cunt. As he came, his wings flapped, blowing out the candles in the room.  

Never had I felt so full and sated. He let me down, as gently as a demon could, and I laid them splayed out on the cool floor. The room was quiet, free from the sloppy sounds of sex, save for my rapid breaths. 

“Thank you,” I mumbled into the floor. 

“Do not thank me yet. I will be back for more. You are now mine for eternity, little one.” With one last touch of his hand along my bare back, he was gone, at least I assumed so until I turned around to look around the dark room. The energy that came with him was gone and the room felt empty. 

Weirdly enough, even though he was a demon and I was now bound to him somehow, I felt like it wasn’t something to be fearful of. I missed his presence and looked forward to when we would meet again.

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[nanthegirl]

⭐︎Hi Hello⭐︎

I love reading everyone’s intro posts because they’re so cute and I’m nosy. So here’s mine🧍🏾‍♀️. Although I’m a bit concerned about redundancy because of my bio, but whatever.

• Nanu

• Medical Technology Student

• Germany

• Languages- English, mother tongue and German, B2 C1, who knows?

• Interests & Hobbies- Beginner violinist, trying to get into art, The Sims, crochet, reading, writing only for my Sims though and Disco Elysium.

I was so stressed about writing one of these and it ended up being very anticlimactic. Which is good.

More Semester specific info under the cut🧍🏾‍♀️. (03/04/2024)

I’m in my 6th Semester which, all things being equal, should’ve been my last. But I haven’t particularly been the best student due to a…. bunch of stuff. So I may end up taking an extra semester or two. I’m done most of my classes though so I just have exams to write. A lot. Im also doing the Lab for Physics 2 now cause I wasn’t able to do it in my 2nd Semester because my apartment didn’t have electricity or WiFi lmao.

Main Goals for The Semester

Get 1’s on every exam. Ridiculously ambitious considering the highest grade I’ve ever gotten is a 1,3 and that was just once but if I don’t see the point in not aiming for a perfect grade. Like, I might as well.

Up my gpa as much as I can, hence the 1’s. I want to make sure I get into a good masters program and I’m sort of glad I delayed a bunch of my exams cause I would’ve probably gotten shit grades if I wrote them then so. Silver lining.

Study consistently and try to be more interested in the material. I always feel like a fraud when I pass any exam cause I feel like I didn’t really learn anything and I won’t be able to get a job. My degree has some interesting parts and I want to learn to enjoy the entirety of it. Basically up my curiosity for knowledge.

Work on my German. I’ve not set down a solid plan for this yet but I definitely need improvement. I avoided all the electives that required presentations last semester and I heavily regret it now. The only way to dissolve the anxiety over speaking German is to give myself nothing to worry about in the first place. I’m also looking forward to being more comfortable with it so I can focus on learning my native language and many others.

Practice the violin consistently. I’m super shy about practicing in my apartment cause I assume everybody thinks it sounds terrible and it’s too loud but my goal is overcome that fear and make significant progress.

Practice drawing consistently. I really do want to improve my art and I’m like a beginner beginner beginner. It can feel super discouraging sometimes but also fun and I really hope I can stick with it.

Clean my room every Saturday.

I pqlanned to write a whole lot more here but I’m not in the mood anymore so the whole cut thing feels like a waste. But it’s been done. So. Thank you for bothering to read this and I hope you get to achieve all your goals🤍.

#I love studyblrs so much #I also love when people get detailed about what they’re studying #I want to knowwwww #studyblr introduction #studyblr #studyblr intro post #study motivation #university #studyinspo #study #studyspo

[dailyadventureprompts]

Monsters Reimagined: Thri-Kreen

D&D lore has never been kind to human/animal hybrid characters, especially to those who resemble animals stereotyped as being “evil”, such as gnolls or lizardfolk. This goes double for Thri-kreen the game’s default bugpeople, who etither get no lore at all, or get a few paragraphs describing how they don’t have emotions or personalities and see most other humanoids merely as food.

That’s the personality of a monster species, not a player option, and that general flatness of concept is expressed by almost every piece of thri-kreen art: depicting them mostly naked in a barren landscape brandishing a weapon at something.

While there’s a few seeds of interesting worldbuilding in the different versions of the Thri-Kreen , I’ve found the best way to make them conceptually rich is to continue my trend of combining two lackluster bits of canon into something distinctive, in this case, the mostly forgotten race of creatures known as dromites, who share the Thri-Kreen’s traits of being insectoid and psionic, but have a lot more interesting notes about their culture, Here’s What I’ve come up with:

The “Kreen” evolved on a distant world as a singular psionic hivemind, functioning much in the way you’d expect any colony of insects might save their ability to learn and retain information was far greater than that of any simple arthropod. Developing knowledge of engineering and magic that let them spread across the planes, they eventually suffered some kind of disaster that caused their hivemind to dissolve, leaving the “Thri-Kreen” as free willed individuals for the first time, where as before they were merely fragments of a consciousness that spanned planets.  The chaos was immediate, as if each organ and cell of a single body suddenly gained awareness, forcing the fragments of what was arguably a single world spanning organism to begin constructing cultures and civilizations from scratch.

While in the many millennia since the end of their hivemind have seen the Mantises take numerous different paths, the concept of “wholeness” is a reoccurring theme. The name “Thri-Kreen” literally means “un-whole”, referencing their psionic bond with one another, and hearkening back to their undiminished “Kreen” or “whole” state of the distant past. This search for wholeness leads the Thri-Kreen to live in small, closely bonded groups where each individual may be in contact with every other individual, much in the same way that creatures in cold climates will stick together to share bodyheat. While it’s not unsusual for smaller groups to break off from a larger one, absolute isolation is considered to be a terrible state for a Thri-Kreen.

Outsiders who come into contract with the Mantisfolk would describe them as a strange mix of dependant and standoffish: offering help without ever being asked but challenging every opinion ever voiced. This is because unlike most mortals, who tend to become resistant when their opinions are challenged, Thri-Kreen seek group consensus above all and when faced with a crisis will begin checking their ideas against others to throw their weight behind the best option possible. This leads to Thri-Kreen settlements being largely non-hierarchical, through prone to sudden political swings.

Thri-Kreen are mostly genderless, through groups looking to expand ( or larger enclaves looking to maintain their population) will yearly elect “queens” and “consorts” for the reponsibility of producing young.  Most other species mistake these individuals as leaders of the Thri-Kreen, when really their job is to fuck for days to months at a time.   Smaller, nomadic groups of Mantisfolk gather together to have these sorts of elections, and the young are divided equally to be raised by the different packmembers as they enter their pupation stage.

 The umberhulks that populate the underdark and slave pens of the cruel neogi bear an uncomfortable resemblance to present day Thri-Kreen, hearkening to the fact that while many of their kind found new beginnings across the astral sea after the dissolution of their singularity, many others found terrible ends. Likewise, the clockwork horrors that swarm across spelljammer ships and junkworlds communicate in a codified form of the Thri-Keen language, hinting at the existence of what might be an extinct conclave of mantisfolk engineers, or a hidden coterie of insectoid artificers intent on recreating their kind’s previous numbers in metal.

#monsters reimagined #writing advice #dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #5e #thri-kreen #dromite #spelljammer #plains #field #savannah #neogi

[ghostofskywalker]

Hey lovely❤️❤️ Just popping in with a spring fic request.

Was thinking maybe our handsome boy Jesse with the prompt "You're cute when you try not to blush"

You can totally change it if you want to tho, I'll be happy with anything Jesse you write because I already know it's gonna be beautiful.

Hope you have fun writing this and enjoy your wine, you deserve it!! Love u babe <3

🥺 you are the sweetest! i did change the prompt a little (all of my fics are written as race-neutral so a blushing reader is something i’ll never do), and i've been looking for an excuse to write this fic for a while so i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 910

summary: you're the general of the coruscant guard, and a certain arc trooper keeps finding ways to get arrested to see you.

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Heart Eyes in the Holding Cell

The first time you met Jesse, him and another ARC trooper had been taken in by one of your commanders for speeder racing outside of 79’s. It wasn’t a serious offense, and you understood the need for some soldiers to let loose in slightly unconventional ways given all that they had seen during the war, but Thorn had still brought them in as a little joke (if you had to guess why, it was because they sassed him a little upon getting caught). 

“I didn’t know the Coruscant Guard employed such pretty attendants,” one of the troopers said as you stepped into the room with the holding cell. You took in his blissed-out appearance, clearly still tipsy from the liquor he had consumed that night. The number 5 tattooed on his forehead (combined with your knowledge of your best friend’s battalion) told you exactly who this trooper was. 

“Technically they don’t,” you said, shifting your body so that he could see the lightsaber strapped to your hip. Your outfit was slightly fancier than usual, given the fact that you had just gotten back from a Senate function, where you served as a voice for the Jedi Council and security for Senator Amidala. “I’m in charge.” 

The first trooper’s eyes widened, and the other trooper with him started laughing so hard he was practically crying. “Nice going,” he managed to wheeze out, his head shaking. “Flirting with a general, that’ll get us out of here Fives.” 

“Shut up Jesse!” 

You just laughed at their antics, crossing your arms. “Actually, we’ve decided to let you go,” you said. Technically you weren’t supposed to let them go until the proper reports were filed or their commanding officer came to pick them up (bureaucracy was a nightmare), but you weren’t above a light joke here and there.

“Really?” Fives looked like you had just told him that he’d been elected chancellor.

“Once your commanding officer comes to pick you up, sure.” 

Both Fives and Jesse deflated. “Really, you can’t just open the door right now?” 

“Fox has already called Captain Rex, he’ll be here shortly,” you said. “We’re not going to charge you, but you can’t just go joyriding any time you want to.” 

At the news that they weren’t going to be in any real trouble, the two troopers relaxed. You ended up staying and talking to them until Rex came to pick them up, and you couldn’t help the way you were drawn to Jesse. 

As you waved goodbye to them, you had to try and push some very un-Jedi like thoughts out of your brain. 

***

“General!” Every clone’s voice was supposed to be same, but you knew exactly which trooper this voice belonged to. “Fancy seeing you here!” 

“Jesse, don’t tell me you’ve been arrested again.” Your utter bewilderment at the amount of times that he had ended up in your holding cell was only beat out by the confusion you held about the smile on his face. Ever since you had met him and Fives all that time ago, he ended up in custody at least once for every time the 501st was on leave. 

“Nah, like I told you last time, I just break into the holding cell for fun.”

You sighed. “What was it this time?” 

He smiled harder. “Does it really matter, mesh’la?” 

Oh, his words should not have had an effect on you. Trying to keep your composure, you raised an eyebrow at him. “I think it does.” 

“Racing again,” he said, managing to somehow look proud of that fact that he had gotten caught. 

“I think I’m going to tell Rex to put you on a leash whenever you all to go the bar or something,” you joked. 

“Why, you don’t want to see me?” 

“Oh, are you taking lessons from Fives now? Trying to flirt with the General to get out of jail?” 

“Maybe. You’re cute when you try not to smile, you know that?” 

Clearly he wasn’t going to give up (and maybe you didn’t want him to), so you decided to try a different approach. “And you’d be cute too if you didn’t stop getting arrested so much. If you wanted to see me, you could have just stopped by and said hello.” 

For all the times he had flirted with you before, Jesse seemed lost for words when you finally started to flirt back. The smile on your face was wider now, as you took in the confused expression he wore. 

And to confuse him a little bit more, you unlocked the holding cell. “Come on,” you said. “If you promise not to get arrested again, I’ll take you out to dinner.” 

Jesse looked stunned. “But- you’re a-” 

You just laughed. “If your general can be married to a senator, I think I can let one date slide.” 

He regained his cool with in an impressive amount of time, right as you two were approaching the front door to headquarters. “Why do you think it’s just going to be one date?” 

“I don’t know, I guess you’ll just have to impress me.” 

Right before he stepped outside into the night air, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Don’t worry cyar’ika, I plan on it.” And with that, the door opened and he walked away from the building. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about him for the rest of the night. He was bold, and you liked that. 

- the end -

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[stagefoureddiediaz]

just wanna ask your opinion on what do you think the purpose is for these dates. Kristen was saying that it’s for Eddie to try to see what he wants and hopes he can find a spark. How are we doing this when buddie is right there and we all saw Eddie’s reaction how can they still he pushing anything but buddie after this episode. Would love to know your thoughts thank you so much I love your posts.

Hey Nonnie

Glad you enjoy my posts - thats always lovely to hear! ☺️

Sometimes the thing that is right there is too big and terrifying to fully contemplate. In this case Buddie. So you play it safe and choose a different path because then the risk of getting hurt ceases to be a consideration.

To me these dates read as a form of trauma response. Eddie has just been faced with losing Buck - not just the possibility of losing him, but actually losing him because as we stand right now Buck is dead. More dead than Eddie has been.

He went into the back of that ambulance technically dead - no pulse and not breathing, so dead. We know from the promo that they are still working on him when they get to the hospital - we see Eddie jump on the stretcher and continue the CPR that Hen and Chim would have been giving in the back of the ambulance so the journey to the hospital hasn't changed things. Eddie is the last one of the firefam to have physical contact with buck before they whisk him away (and obviously manage to get him back).

All of this is only ever going to lead to Eddie having some form of trauma response because he has to grapple with the very real possibility that he's lost/ is about to lose the person he is closest to in the world - the person he knows best, and the person he has elected to take care of Christopher if Eddie were the one to die - he person he has to all intents and purposes been raising his son with. And we haven't even seen him telling Christopher yet - which is only going to compound all of these feelings further.

Then add into that the fact that he's experienced something like this before when Shannon died and he's very possibly thinking this is worse than that - which in and of itself is going to pile on more pain. Because if he admits that this is worse than losing Shannon then he has to admit that he is in love with Buck.

This is all huge for Eddie. He might be newly therapized, but he's also lived his life up until fairly recently repressing the hell out of everything, so this is the first time his therapized self is being tested. He also needs to be there and be strong for Christopher and so reverting to type and battening down the hatches of his feelings and emotions rather than actually sitting in them and sorting them is safer and easier - at least until you're down the road a bit and you know what the terrain looks like. This is in many ways a smart thing for Eddie to do - as long as he does the second part - actually sit with them and figure them out.

Only when that happens and you are in calmer waters and you start that looking at everything in more detail and you're left with the knowledge that you're in love with your best friend - something you've known for a while but have been keeping locked down until you nearly lost them and that thought of loosing them is just too much - its too dangerous - because if you get hurt you don't think you'll survive - the stakes are too high. So instead what you do is go out into the world and date around a bit - where the risks are lower to see if you can find some semblance of a spark elsewhere. Because we have to remember this is soulmate level love that Eddie has with Buck and when you know what its like to lose that - because you very nearly did, its terrifying to know what you stand to lose if you took the next step in that direction.

So yes going out on a bunch of dates is very much a trauma response imo - an entirely understandable one, and once the dust has settled a bit further Eddie will be in a place to face everything and take the step he's been affraid to.

Buck of course at the same time is going to be going through his own stuff in the fall out from his dying and coming back. Eddie will be there to support him and help him - that aspect of them won't go away, in fact its only likely to get stronger. because part of the reason for all of this being difficult for Eddie is that he now truly understands Bucks side of things post shooting and Buck will understand Eddies side of things. they will be ready to talk about what they've been carefully skirting around since the shooting - what it was like for the other. Giving them shared trauma in this way only serves to strengthen their bond rather than break it - because there is no one else in the world who can ever understand in the way they can!

Sorry this got a bit long and rambly but I'm a bit up in my feelings about what the show is doing because its so good and being done with such care!!! We should also remember (and I cannot emphasise it enough - the show isn't going to give anything away in interviews like the ones KR has done about Buddie - theyre telling a story the likes of which has never been seen before and subterfuge is the name of the game - we'll only get confirmation when it happens, not before!) Thanks for the ask and I hope it gives you what you're looking for!💜💜💜

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[steveharrington]

Omg what happened with desantis

okay i’m gonna explain this to the best of my knowledge BUT it’s a really complex legal situation that i don’t understand all the intricacies of so i def encourage you to read a comprehensive article like this one for a more solid explanation. but basically: since the 60s disney world has existed in a district called reedy creek, which oversees the infrastructure and development of disney world’s property. if you’ve ever been to dw, you know that its property is massive and basically like its own functioning city. there are expansive roads between parks and resorts, a hospital, a fire station, residencies, etc. all operated by disney and overseen by reedy creek. the reedy creek district isn’t owned by the disney corporation, per say, but its board is elected by the land owners. disney officials and higher-ups make up 2/3 of the land owners. SO, for years disney could basically operate however it wanted without needing approval from the state of florida the way other theme parks do like say, six flags or universal studios.

recently, disney opposed the don’t say gay bill (as a financial decision, don’t get it twisted) and desantis’ response was to take control of reedy creek. he did exactly that and renamed the district “the central florida tourism oversight district” which is operated by a board of people desantis hand picked himself. and he hand picked The most vile evil republicans who backed don’t say gay and are actively supporting desantis’ entire evil platform. this was purely an act of spite against disney for not backing don’t say gay. and for awhile there, it looked like desantis’ new board on his new district would be able to really fuck disney over and limit what they could build & develop & desantis even said he would maintain like “christian family values” in disney entertainment which….. he has no legal ability to do.

BUT as of today it’s been discovered that prior to this takeover by desantis, disney signed legally binding agreements with reedy creek that basically gave them total control over the board for the next 30 years, no matter what. desantis’ new board just discovered this, and it looks as of now like they’re actually powerless beyond issues like road maintenance. with these legal agreements, they won’t be able to limit park expansion or heavily tax disney or impose specific construction limits, basically anything they were planning and hoping to do.

and look i don’t care about disney as a company. they’re an awful company who do not care about their employees (literally just raised wages to $18 for their staff this month after a lot of pressure) and even when they seemingly do something good, it’s a calculated business decision designed to reap them more profits. BUT! amusement parks can be the literal foundation of a states economy. dollywood brought its region of tennessee massive growth and job opportunities for its residents, for example. disney world is majorly important to central florida’s economy, and desantis was acting completely out of spite and hatred for gay people when he made the decision to try and damage disney’s economic health via fucking with disney world, because it would damage central florida’s health as well. so it’s nice to see desantis and his hand picked board realizing today that they might be fucked!

#again definitely read the article i’m linking for a more thorough explanation of the legalities surrounding reedy creek #this is my knowledge of the situation but it’s Complicated and i’m not the best source #anyways… lmao! #answered #anon

[leiflitter]

Got my arse in gear for this + fun lil blurbs under the cut for REASONS. I haven't used the best friends because Els' general baseline friendship is pretty intense anyways so they'd all be best friends if she had her way. This may get long but hey! That's life!

Gale - Els has no idea who he is when she hauls him out of that portal. Literally. Word of his wizarding skill has not reached her particular demographic, and so she just assumes he's some sort of minor noble or possibly an elected official- because who introduces themselves as So-and-so of Such-a-place if they aren't?

However, this is probably a good thing. If Els had known about his past, she'd probably have been a little more deferential- not necessarily out of respect, but because that's what she's learned that people of that station want.

Gale, of course, has spent his entire formative years in the company of people who see him as Gale the Wizard, not Gale the Person- and although he's been to a few rough taverns in his time, that's very different from actual prolonged exposure to someone who comes from such a different background. Els' forthright attitude and general lack of simpering about magic are both a novel experience and a breath of fresh air.

He's also intrigued by her, but initially assumes that she has some hitherto-unknown power that makes her so persuasive and compelling. Because he is oblivious and probably hasn't ever had a normal crush on someone, so it's absolutely mysterious as fuck.

Els, on the other hand, has just honed her observation skills through necessity- but on her part, she thought there was something about him the moment he got to his feet and started rambling about ceremorphosis. Their forays into friendship cemented that, yes, she is going to be absolutely heartsick over him- and life is short! They have tadpoles in their heads! Life has put them on a level playing field, and if she's going to turn into a mindflayer she may as well go for it.

Despite their differences, they share a love for knowledge. Els is illiterate, but is a bard in the most archaic sense- she knows so many stories that may have never been put to paper. Gale's knowledge comes from hours of study, but he's in sore need of practical knowledge and someone to give him a nudge when he gets in too deep.

Gale teaches Els to read, and Els teaches Gale to put down the books from time to time and go outside. The perfect Autism/ADHD combo, honestly.

Halsin - why is it complicated? Well, mostly because they have a few crossed wires.

Halsin's... well. He's used to being an authority figure, and he's been through it. Due to this he defaults to what he finds comfortable- assuming that his and Els' connection is due to physical attraction. Yes, he can see that she's making eyes at Gale, but in the grand scheme of things that doesn't mean much.

Els, on the other hand, looks at Halsin and sees her father. A stoic man, connected to nature and put in a position of responsibility that he must bear alone. She can't help but treat him with the affection she holds for her father, and that leads to a... fairly awkward conversation at a later date.

Still, despite the initial disappointment, it helps Halsin move on a little- and, with hindsight, it would not have worked in any way, shape or form. For one, Halsin's too old for Els- he knows himself too well for them to develop as a pair. Also, he's absolutely huge and she's short and scrawny. She would die.

After it's over, she will absolutely be dropping in on him regularly with new wood for him to whittle into ducks, and maybe he'll have a spot in whatever enclave for an old woodcutter who can't cut down any more trees. I think Halsin and Els' dad would be great friends, honestly. I can imagine them watching her set out on her way home, both with that quiet nod of "that's my girl."

Astarion - Els has played for his type more times than she can count, and he doesn't scare her. Honestly, she mostly finds him hilarious- his ascerbic wit and general sarcasm are a great foil for her blunt nature.

He's also one of the few folk in camp who can read people the way she does- and he has valuable insights into the way the upper crust live. She absolutely turns to him for advice about Gale before she fully decides to go for it- "is there some etiquette for telling someone that you're up for it if they are?"

Gale also goes to him for advice, which honestly tickles Astarion to no end.

Els is valuable to Astarion because she sees through his posturing and absolutely will call him out on his shit. She's the conscience that he never really wanted, so it does help that he can make snarky comments about how she needs to brush her hair from time to time. He feels protective over her, but wouldn't admit it- if someone was to hurt her, he would absolutely hunt them down, but he'd be pretending it was all pure coincidence the entire time.

Karlach - these two are trouble. They cannot be left alone because that is how shenanigans begin, and shenanigans lead to their stock of healing portions being sorely depleted.

They easily fall into a sibling-type bond nearly as soon as they meet- and while it's fun, it can also lead to some very childish squabbles- although, it must be said, even the squabbles are undertaken in puppyish glee. It's far calmer for everyone when they can play-fight- although it's a little alarming the first time Karlach has Els in a headlock, they're fairly evenly matched. Karlach is strong, but Els is agile.

They have deep 3am conversations, keep each other's little secrets, and absolutely annoy everyone else at bedtime when one of them goes, "imagine if we were all frogs right now."

Shadowheart - Shadowheart would like to think that she's the 'sensible one'. Els would absolutely disagree with that. Shadowheart is just better at hiding how silly she actually is, and Els delights in luring her a little more out of her shell each time.

Els likes Shadowheart aggressively. She can sense that there's something in her that's at odds with all of her Cool Collected Shar Worship, and Els cannot leave it alone. To her, Shadowheart is like a wobbly tooth- she knows she shouldn't touch it, but she can't help it!

Shadowheart initally is being pragmatic. Els has the people skills that she lacks, and if she's to get back to Baldur's Gate she needs help. Unfortunately, she keeps bonding with the help, and it's inconvenient, and now she's half-heartedly complaining about Els and Karlach splashing when she's trying to wash her hair, can you two please stop acting like children? But she's smiling when she says it.

Wyll - now, Els has heard of The Blade of Frontiers. She's sung a fair few ballads about him, and absolutely has weaponised that against him. It's also probably why she doesn't consider him a romantic prospect- she wants to carve her own legend, not turn into an accessory to another. Wyll, for his part, isn't immune to Els' natural rizz, but I think it'd be a momentary wobble. He probably considered it for an instant, then was immediately hit with the realisation that nope, he doesn't like her like that. Like when you have a romantic dream about a friend, and wake up going "... what???? No????"

Els and Wyll aren't quite at the sibling tier that Karlach and Els are at- they're more like the two kids who compete to be top of the class, but would be at a loss without each other. If they're in the party together, there will inevitably be a discussion of who did the most impressive feat once they're back in camp.

Els normally wins, because she's a bard and as such can brag at an Olympic level, but it's all in good fun- and she's secretly putting together a new epic poem about The Blade's Adventures with The Bard.

He's a good egg, and Els absolutely sneaks him unflattering doodles of Mizora.

Lae'Zel - They butt heads constantly. Especially early on- Els may be blunt, but Lae'Zel takes it to an entirely different level- while Els is plain spoken to her friends, she also knows how to turn on her negotiator skills for the world at large. Lae'Zel's idea of negotiation is that she won't immediately kill whoever she's speaking to.

It initially annoys Lae'Zel that Els just... takes charge of the party, as if there isn't a highly trained warrior and tactician right here who would be a far better option! Then, when she realises that Els is surprisingly capable, her next thought is to see if she can best her in the bedroom- and Els politely turns her down? Inconceivable.

On Els' part, Lae'Zel is like a big, growling dog- initially intimidating, but upon a second glance she can see that the growling isn't mere hostility. It's fear. The true turning point from Els' perspective is when Lae'Zel says teethling- she talks a big game, but she's mostly bark, and Els can talk her down from biting easily.

Jaheira - Els never knew her mother, but if she could choose a replacement, it'd be Jaheira. She's an aspirational figure to Els- it stops them getting close, as Els isn't used to being starstruck, but there's a kind of yearning on Els' side for an older female role model, and although Jaheira doesn't openly take that position on, perhaps she tells Els she's doing well a little more than she might otherwise.

If Jaheira had been around since day 1, they'd probably be closer, but as she isn't... it's more like having a really cool coworker who you want to befriend but have to muster up the courage to approach.

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[balladofavaritia]

co-writers: @vincentholdsapen, @vixx-ari

Ebenezer Scrooge captured the Phantasim of Sloth two years ago, and the title of Chainbreaker has only brought the weight of more burdens to be rested upon him.

Now more experienced and knowledgeable in the ways of the afterlife. Scrooge must learn to navigate his own heart and the hearts of others to bring forth the equality that has been sorely lacking... all while dealing with his own search for answers he yearned for so, so long ago.

But will he like what he sees? None can say...

[SNIPPET UNDER THE CUT]

If one were to ask, ‘twould be the summer of 1856. A remarkable time for one in the passing realm of mortality. The Black Sea had become detached, retained by none but the grasp of Mother Nature itself. Livingstone’s odyssey across the African continent was soon to come to an end, and with it a treasure trove of knowledge and insights. Ever loyal and ever victorious soldiers returned home from a gruesome war to receive valorous crosses of the highest honor ever bestowed.

The world continued upon its merry pace, changing and growing. Wanting of nothing and ignorant of everything. Ceaseless in humanity’s endeavours to push themselves further and further into their inevitable end.

Yet when the light of innovation illuminates the brightest corners of civilisation, so too can it cast the darkest shadows of consequence. And when that light fades, those selfsame shadows grow and change like cursed troglodytes that morphed into harbingers of doom. It is in these shadows that new horrors emerge, unforeseen and unbidden, born from the seeds of progress sown with the best intentions.

You need not know the names of these Avaritions, and I shall elect not to speak further upon them. It is not that they are unimportant, mind! Anyone can gain the capacity to be a protagonist in their own tale. Nay, I do not speak their name because if I shall, they would detract from their true purpose as mere fodder for the narrative I wish to tell. Is it most definitely unfair to them? Most likely. But does an audience care for Sampson and Gregory of the Capulets? Or Abraham and Balthasar of the Montagues? Of course not, for they only wish to gaze upon with eagle eyes the tragic fate of their star-crossed heroes. If they were to even be called heroes, in that regard.

Perhaps they were to steal from an unsuspecting and feeble old woman. Perhaps they were to vandalise the sacred walls of a holy temple. Or perhaps they were just two fettered spirits going about on their business without a care in the world, their untoward misdeeds nothing but mere happenstance, a fluke of a crime that was still a crime.

Regardless of the reasons, it mattered not what they had perpetrated, for they had disrupted the normal flow of the realms and risked the safety of mortals. And unwarranted actions required warranted consequences.

"Forgive me, good sirs..."

He spoke with a calm cadence towards them, undisturbed like that of a gentle pond even as he tilted his top hat up with a gloved hand to reveal his oceanic gaze aged by time. He did not waver even when they fought back with the rage of flames unforgiving, or the sting of ice unfeeling. His spear gleamed with a golden glow even amidst the dark of the alley, and the chains that shot from behind him — emitting a resplendent brilliance all of its own — splayed out like the wings of a mighty dragon, or the tentacles of some unholy beast.

Whatever the image the Avaritions must have thought of when they looked upon him with their feeble and fearful imaginations, it did not matter; their fate would remain the same when one gains the attention of the Chainbreaker.

"...but I fear I must take you in for the sake of my clientele. I do hope you'll understand."

Tagged: @undeadchestnut @m0nsterwife @pinkytoothlesso11

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[underpair]

Entries from a being: ???-010

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I awoke very strangely: staring at the very underground that had been my home. I can not describe when it was last my home, time is little more than a simple suggestion. I know this very well, and I am sure that the other half of me does too. As I stared, I began to see it much more differently than I had before. It was not a small, forgotten society dedicated to trying to free themselves from a cramped prison nobody had the key to anymore, it was a collection of shapes performing routines. Before I took this body, I had seen the human fall many times, I had seen the underground freed and laid to waste, yet never before could I not see my old family as people. 

…

I did not mean to type family. The word “acquaintances” escaped me.

Regardless. 

My magical prowess seems expanded, if it is even magic anymore. I managed to open a window of the digital sort in physical space, something I previously thought would take years more of science. And yet, I had done so with mere magic. This window is allowing me to keep notes, and so I have elected to record my journey as a new entity,

I know the person part of this body used to belong to very well. The Dreemurr’s human child, Chara. I remember them well, as does every monster who was there to remember them. Their passing shook the underground almost as greatly as being sealed away initially. Understandable, they were a symbol of hope, they represented the idea that not only could we possibly be free from this prison, but we may be able to reconcile with the new generations of humans once we do. It was a shame. 

The true nature of their death previously eluded me. 

I am not glad to finally have this knowledge. 

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The world reset again. I used to be an entity unbound from space and time completely, with no awareness as to when a reset had occurred, simply seeing monsters back to how they were before. Now, I was aware when it happened. I felt it. 

I still do not know what to date these entries. As I have already stated, time is a suggestion. For now, I shall leave a blank space to fill later, once I decide on a system. 

This ability to open digital windows still seems strange to me, however it has progressed more. I was able to use one to view myself. Not in the sense of a mirror, I appear invisible to mirrors. I appear invisible to everything. More in the sense of a camera: viewing myself from another point in the physical space. Perhaps, with enough practice, I would be able to view other points of the underground. Perhaps I will be able to view the surface.

To keep a record, I believe it would be best to describe how I appear. I am unsure if my body will change, or if this information will ever prove useful, but it is best to remain prepared. 

For starters, I have skin. It is a strange feeling, I am used to being purely bone, It feels like my bones are clothed with a thin material, which I suppose they are. Humans are more than skin and bone, though. They have muscles, blood, fat, etc… I do not. Skin and bone, in the literal sense. 

I have hair too. Blunt bangs, I believe the hairstyle is referred to as, though it is starting to need brushing. 

The knowledge of that hairstyle is not mine, for reference. 

The feeling of hair is predictably foreign, yet also familiar. This is expected, I took more than Chara’s body, if my theory is correct. In the same sense, they may have been given aspects of me. But only I am this new me. I have only seen myself.

Both this skin and this hair lack the colour they had on Chara. It is a phenomenon I find rather strange. Instead, the skin is a rather light grey, and the hair a heavily dark grey; not quite black but approaching it. My face remains my own, or rather, it remains what it became. Broken and twisted voids make up my eyes and mouth, but my body is no longer melted. I can not move my face. It is a source of great discomfort. 

I have apparently gained the child’s wardrobe, too. The same single-striped crew neck, though that too has been granted a more monochrome colour scheme. At least it does not clash as heavily with my suit pants than if the shirt was still green and yellow. The Dreemurrs could dress a child as a child, I won’t deny, but to wear this myself seems odd. Not as odd as skin and hair, but odd nonetheless. Even so, it would be rude to speak ill of mother’s fashion sense.

…

…

I will continue trying to make sense of my situation

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I will date these logs by resets passed since I became this new being. This is the only stable system, I believe. A reset can not be made to have not happened. It is annoying how the threat of one lingers uncontrollably, but many aspects of life are uncontrollable.

I have experimented more with this window ability. Specifically the aspect that allows me to view points in space. I have not mastered it completely, I can only view the underground as of now, but I did not become royal scientist by backing down. The underground relied on me staying determined. 

The underground is silent. At least, there is no real sound. I hear monsters talking, I hear a stream of water, I hear the hum of the core, but I do not hear sound. Not sound that feels like sound. I am aware that such subjective matters do not belong in a log, but there is nobody to read this but me. I would at least prefer to voice my concerns.

The knowledge that I have from the human isn’t knowledge, I have come to realise. It is memories. The difference is very thin, admittedly, but a memory is personal. Everything I know about them is too personal to be merely learned facts. I know why they came into the underground. I do not want to discuss it. 

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[RESET 004] 

The human committed genocide again this time. The anomaly-guided human, that is. Frisk. Anyone else would see this act as purely despicable, I am aware, but I seem to find myself feeling thankful. It is through their determination I was brought back, and made corporeal enough for me to possess. Chara was brought back, that is. 

Part of me does in fact feel disgusted at this, however. Not at the actual act committed, but rather that it was committed more than once. It is an act performed without purpose and, more importantly, without consequence. Despicable. 

I have been coming to terms with the fact my thoughts and feelings are now not completely my own. I have been forced to come to terms with it. I am no longer me, is a way of saying it. Or rather, “me” is something new. Many of my thoughts, including who I believe I am, come from Gaster. Then there is what comes from Chara too. “Me” must refer to me as the new being, though I can not leave being Gaster behind. Perhaps my, or Gaster’s, domination over this “self” comes from age: having more memories to fill this body with. That is the current theory.

I still could not see the surface. Be it with the windows or by trying to go there myself since I am no longer bound by gravity or tangibility, I have been unable. The barrier may be the obstacle here. It always has been. 

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[RESET 005] 

As I had thought, Chara restored the world at Frisk’s request again. My initial theory must have been correct, that I only stole the body of a single Chara, and many more would take their place if need be. I believe I understand the nature of the reset more. I hope to acquire that power for myself one day.

I have spent my time experimenting with the windows. At some point, I was greeted with the face of Mettaton, the star of the underground who was created after any part of me existed. This would not typically be noteworthy, but I was not watching them from a point in space like I assumed my windows were initially limited to: I was watching their television show. I had no interest in it, but it seems these windows, these screens, I may be able to do more with them than I expect.

My hair is becoming tangled now. I seem to have underestimated how difficult it is to not be made of bone. I would learn from that mistake, but I seem unable to brush it. The best I can do is trace a few fingers through, but the friction would likely tear my skin without any flesh to strengthen it. If I were more tangible, brushing it would not be an issue. Such an annoyance.

I’ve spent some time thinking. Specifically thinking about why I took this body in the first place. I knew that little to nothing would come of it. I doubted I would become corporeal, even if the body I took had amassed enough of someone else’s determination to become at least somewhat corporeal. I was right. I still, for all intents and purposes, do not exist. I have no real plan for now. 

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I have thought of a plan. With what I can only deem a complete and undesired freedom, I will explore the surface fully. It has been decades since I have last set foot on the lands, and it is a shame that I will never feel the sun’s warmth again, but I will at least explore what humans have created since the war. 

Humans. The word disgusts me, if I am to be honest. The enemies I have fought against and the ones that forced me to the underground. Both parts of me have not had a good experience with humans, they lack the kindness that monsters are quite literally formed of. 

A human could never do what I have done. To take the body of Chara was akin to absorbing a soul, though I have unfortunately never experienced this. Even so, for a soul to be formed from this…

I originally believed a soul to be the source of a life, what holds the body of a monster together and what allows a human to be animate, but for one to form when two soulless beings became one… My soul is unique. Half monster, half human. There is a lot that I have recently discovered is less impossible than I believed.

For now, I shall wait for a timeline in which the human frees the monsters and, more importantly, breaks the barrier. I shall then attempt to see if my screens can view the surface. From there, maybe there will be a better way to expand on what these windows are capable of.

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The surface doesn’t exist.

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[RESET 008]

Nothing. I wait all this time, whatever that word means anymore, and there is simply nothing. I can not tell whether I am losing my sanity or if what I have experienced is just so akin to it. 

Aside from the  area surrounding Mt Ebott, there was nothing. I am familiar with not existing, but this was something else. As much as falling into the core made me not exist, I was there in the first place. There were traces of me, I could be proven. This is not similar to that experience. It seemed like a lack of being, like something was never there. There was nothing, not a single leaf, not a drop of water. Absolute nothing. Unneeded and unused space.

I do not know what this means. I have memories of the surface, and I am sure this was never the case. Whatever has happened, I shall come to understand it. I, above all people. This is my new goal. I do not believe there is anything I would be able to do with whatever discovery I make, but it is my duty as royal scientist to discover what I can.

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[RESET 009]

Something strange happened this time. 

My mastery over the windows is increasing, and I am now able to view any points on the surface that seem to exist, even with the barrier in place, yet I can not see what was in the points of non-existence I have labelled “gaps”. Upon experimenting with these windows again, I seem to have unlocked yet another function of them. I am able to view the information of anything.

It seems to apply to objects and not people, but I am able to view the name of any object, its weight, density, volume, temperature… etc. I think I am understanding my windows better. They are a way of viewing the world, a way of collecting information. It would make sense that I, as royal scientist, would manifest something like this. I can not say that it isn’t unnerving. What else is just available as information? I understand an object's properties being available, weight is an inherent part of something even if the units it is measured in are made by monsters. But name? That is purely societal, what an object is called is determined entirely by monsters, not an inherent trait of the universe. The implications of this are concerning..

Ever since it was confirmed that Chara has, through the reset, been returned to the underground, I have had a thought at the back of my mind, one I hope is not reality. Gaster could too be returned. I don’t think this is currently the case, as Gaster I persisted through resets, nothing about me changed. Not where I was, if I was anywhere, and not what I remember. I hope this stays true, and I am all left of Gaster. I could not confront myself.

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[RESET 010]

This marks the 10th reset since I became this new being. Perhaps this is a time of significance, the number 10 is often considered a perfect number after all. I have discovered much about the nature of my new form in these past resets, though I feel like I am merely scratching the surface of what I am capable of. My windows allow me to view and take notes, as well as seeing the properties of objects, but there is a very certainly low chance that this is all I can do. From what I am able to understand, these windows mimic that of computer screens, albeit low-tech ones that predate my fall by a few years. Using that as a guide, I should be able to force my advancements. This will inevitably lead to me discovering the nature of the surface’s erasure/disappearance. 

It is still strange to think about my memories, or rather how that makes me perceive others. Take the king, for example. In ordinary circumstances, I would be viewing him as my superior, the king of the underground and a dear friend. Yet now the word “father” comes heavily to mind. Well, no, the word that comes to mind is “dad”, but I do not enjoy the pronunciation of such a word. For all intents and purposes, any parental terms that will appear in these notes will be restricted to “mother” and “father”. I am not a child. Even the child part of me has been through too much to be considered a child.

…

It is an odd sensation. My chest tightened as I typed that. That isn’t to say that I did not feel emotions previously, or that they didn’t have impacts on physical sensations, but nevertheless I did not feel it in this way. Usually it was more minor of a sensation that I had to quickly remove from myself lest it interferes with my work. In another life, I would be overwhelmed with this feeling, thoughts would spiral through my head and I would lose focus, detaching myself from reality completely as hateful words run through my ears. I remember the words well:

“Demon child”. 

I have worsened the feeling, that was… Illogical of me. I will return to discovery, I can not discover what happened to the surface if I spend more effort mulling over these emotions. 

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[thessalian]

Thess vs The Last Choice

In UK political news: Johnson tried to pull a Trump, and failed harder than Trump ever did. Basically he made massive attempts to lie about how much support he was (or more to the point, wasn’t) getting, and meantime begging people to drop out. And then, when it was pretty clear that he wasn’t getting the 100 votes from Tory MPs that he needed to continue in the leadership race, he bowed out, still with the “I won but” lie. Then Penny Mordaunt, the only other actual contender, dropped out too. So we’re going to have Rishi Sunak as PM.

I’d normally be happy to have the PM not be a white person for once. Honestly ... not so much. Mostly, I think, because the only reason he got it was that he was the best choice of a bad lot, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have been chosen (because at this point he was hardly ‘elected’) if there’d been any other even vaguely palatable option. None of the MPs wanted Johnson because they had already worked with Johnson and they saw yet more chaos coming. Particularly since Johnson is a vindictive bitch most of the time. He’s the one who got us into this mess in the first place, filling his cabinet with yes-men and sycophants and firing anyone knowledgeable enough to gainsay him. This left us with this bunch of yahoos squabbling over a role that none of them are fit to fill. If it had gone to a vote, the old white men at the top would probably have voted Mordaunt in, and she’s basically a nonentity.

Why do I have misgivings about Sunak? Well, while he looks good - charming, charismatic, personable to a point - he’s just a tidier version of Johnson, all style and no substance. He himself is very wealthy, his wife is wealthier still, and he has done some shady-ass things in the name of economic interests and his own self-interest. For example ... if you have a US green card but are permanently resident in another country, you are supposed to give up your green card. I speak from personal experience, and it was confirmed in the news awhile back when it was discovered that yeah, Sunak still had a green card that he was hanging onto Because Reasons. Which is stupid because with his money, he wouldn’t have any issue reapplying if he wanted one, but still, hedging his bets.

Honestly, that’s not so bad, I guess. What is bad is his basically aiding and abetting his wife’s tax avoidance and defrauding the Covid support fund. I mean, she got support for her chain of gyms and then shut them down before she was expected to repay it. This apparently happened with a lot of businesses, that or something like it, but this is his wife. And having the wife he lives with claim non-domicile status to avoid paying taxes on her clothing business while he himself had to be a UK resident as Chancellor of the Exchequer ... well. I mean. Come on.

The worst of it, I think, is that he has no real idea what people who aren’t obscenely wealthy need in order to live. Yes, he presided over the £20 Universal Credit uplift. He also presided over snatching that away despite the double-tap of Covid and Brexit making that £20 per week the difference between ‘coping’ and ‘starving’. He gave a speech at one point in which he tried to tell the people that he understood their struggles because “We have four kinds of bread in my house”. Dude, most people would be happy to buy bread at all at this point, and would consider anything but the supermarket own-brand stuff a miracle; shut up. He also seems to do photo shoots to demonstrate what kind of “man of the people” he is ... and fucks it up so badly. He wanted to be photographed putting petrol in an “ordinary car” ... but he didn’t have one of those so he borrowed the car of one of the staff at the supermarket / petrol station specifically to put petrol in it. (Hopefully he at least didn’t expect the staffer to pay him back for the petrol, that’s assuming he actually started the pump going and didn’t just put the empty nozzle in; I never heard how that went.) Also wanted to have photos of him paying for his shopping ... but couldn’t even figure out how to tap his credit card at the contactless payment machine. He had very clearly never done that before. I gather he orders things from fancier places and has a credit account or something. Either way, his attempts at looking like “a man who understands people’s everyday lives and struggles” just made him look like a posh, entitled noit.

I mean, he’s better than Johnson. And I can see why they picked him, and why they might have picked him even if Mordaunt hadn’t dropped out of the race. Yeah, he’s not white, and that probably would have been a turn-off for the members of the Conservative party ... but Sunak is a money-man. More to the point, he’s a money-for-the-already-financially-endowed man. He’s not going to tighten any tax avoidance loopholes. He’s not going to tax businesses. He literally bragged at one point that he took ‘levelling-up’ money from poorer areas to funnel into richer areas that didn’t need it. The Tories know what Sunak stands for - more inequality, but also more subtlety about it than Truss had. And they also know that he looks and acts like a grown-up, so he’ll probably play well with at least some of the voters. And the Tories can now rub it into Labour’s faces that they were not only the first ones to get a woman into 10 Downing Street, but now the first ones to get a non-white person into 10 Downing Street, and insist that on that basis they can’t be racist. Except the problem is that if you really look at the POC in the Tory party, you’ll find a fair few instances of boomerang bigotry, of making much of how their families were refugees and then pulling up the ladder behind them and dreaming of sending people just like them to Rwanda.

Basically, Sunak’s a combination accountant and hedge fund manager, but how he’s going to be as an actual leader, in any instance that doesn’t directly involve the economy? I have a feeling it’s going to be just a classier version of Johnson’s daily parade around places in hi-vis cosplay; more style than substance. But, if it has to be Tories at all, I guess at least it’s not Johnson. That’s a silver lining, I guess.

(Oh, and people are bitching about how Labour is saying that if there was a general election and they did win said general election, they “couldn’t fix things as fast as they’d like”. Which everyone thinks is a cop-out, like there should be an instant fix to the political and economic disaster area the UK has become. Except ... no. No, Starmer’s doing something that we need to see more of in politics - he told the truth. There is no easy fix to this. This mess requires repair at the foundational level. There are things that could be done to make life easier for those who are terrified of starving, freezing, and/or being rendered homeless, but the actual problem? That’s going to take years to fix properly. I guess I get being leery of long-term strategies when the ones that have previously been thrown at us involved immediate benefits for the wealthy and a promise of maybe jam tomorrow for everyone else, but ... oh, fuck it, I have no idea anymore. I’m just really sick of ending up with a change in prime minister and consequently of manifesto without having been remotely able to vote for it.)

#Thess on politics #Thess vs the Tories

[nicklloydnow]

“It is too easy to dismiss suicide as a mental health problem. When we do so, we think we can throw money at the problem, and it will go away. But, the number of suicides has only risen with the increase in mental health care. Is suicide, then, another byproduct of modernity, this nondescript label we give our contemporary culture? As far as modernity has increased our alienation from one another, this may be true. Yet, we’ve been in a modern era for the past century, and suicide has only climbed the charts over the past twenty years. What of the faults of technology, how it disconnects us and dices us up into partial roles with one another rather than deep relationship? True, that’s a problem. However, there are plenty of social media users out there who are hashtagging “My Story” and telling how they overcame suicide rather than succumbed. It seems that social media, in this way, is acting as a bridge, not a divider. So, should we cast stones at American-ism? Our desire for achievement and financial success?

Percy indicts many of these factors but digs deep underneath them to the roots. The problem may be legion, but it has one cause: we do not know ourselves. We do not know where we came from, why we are here, or what comes at the end. We do not know what it means to have a good life or a good death. Often, Percy accuses Descartes as the great rabble-rouser who sliced us into two and made us question, for the past few centuries, whether we are organisms in an environment or gods within. Beasts or Angels. Who are we?

(…)

Lacking in this knowledge, we live and die for all the wrong reasons. The Declaration of Independence calls for the pursuit of happiness, but we define “happiness” as pleasure, achievement, or fortuitous circumstances. When we have all that we’ve ever wanted, then, we are surprised to find that we are still unhappy (read The Second Coming). Human beings seem paradoxically able to find enjoyment in bad environments, and sadness in pleasant ones.

If we do not literally kill ourselves, many of us are spiritual suicides, living in despair, and those of us who are not contemplating suicide, Percy labels “non-suicides”: “The non-suicide is a little traveling suck of care, sucking care with him from the past and being sucked toward care in the future.” Films, like Shaun of the Dead, parody our condition by casting us a physically living-dead, zombies going about our day with a pretense of happiness. We are spiritually sick, without being cognizant of the symptoms.

While there may be something wrong with our culture—and I’d grant that there is a lot wrong with it—the problem begins with ourselves. To combat this culture of death, we must acknowledge that the world is deranged, that we are not alienated individuals, but we are all born to trouble as the sparks fly upward. The Russian dissident Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn reminds us that if humans were made to be happy, we would not be born to die. Perhaps, we were not made for this world. Perhaps, earthly happiness should not be our primary pursuit. Perhaps, we should search for something more, and that search is life.

For Percy, we are wayfarers and pilgrims, and he always used “we” because, in this search, we are not alone. Yet, most of the time, we do not know this. We struggle to make it through a Wednesday afternoon. There seems to be no point or meaning, and we contemplate ending it all. Percy would say this is right. Consider suicide. Follow along with Percy’s thought experiment:

Suppose you elect suicide. Very well. You exit. Then what? … Your fellow townsmen will have something to talk about for a few days. Your neighbors will profess shock and enjoy it. One or two might miss you, perhaps your family who will also resent the disgrace. …The priest or minister or rabbi will say a few words over you and down you will go on the green tapes and that’s the end of you. In a surprisingly short time, everyone is back in the rut of his own self as if you never existed.

(…)

But, what freedom will come after this! After contemplating suicide, with all of its finality, tragedy, and consequences, then, life suddenly becomes livable. Once you realize that living is your choice, your preference, you are, in Percy’s terms, an “ex-suicide,” one who now “opens his front door, sits down on the steps, and laughs. Since he has the option of being dead, he has nothing to lose by being alive. It is good to be alive. He goes to work because he doesn’t have to.” Suicide is not the natural outcome of depression, though it’s the only “cure.” By considering suicide and not electing it, we reaffirm that to be is better than not to be.

We are the survivors. And, we must make damn sure it doesn’t happen to us.”

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[back-and-totheleft]

From Oliver's official website

The following is a recent Q&A from my Facebook and Twitter pages.

Q: From Jack Forbes Oliver, the Yellow Shirts in Thailand want to displace the current Prime Minister, Yingluck Shinawatra, and her Administration, with an unelected "People's Council" and have gone to great lengths to disrupt elections and disrupt commerce in Bangkok to achieve their goals. They demand "reforms" pertaining to elections procedures and perceived corruption, but have little to show for what reforms they wish and what corruption they suspect. The military is, so far, taking a "hands off" approach but has not ruled out a coup. Yingluck is making her case for democracy, asking the protestors to vote and to integrate into the Thai political system to resolve political differences. There seems to be no end in sight and experts believe that civil war is possible for the near future. What is your take on all of this?

Oliver: My take is as an outsider. I’ve traveled many times to the country and admire their collective sense of harmony in all things. Makes this recent civil strife almost incomprehensible to me. I’m hardly knowledgeable about the complex interior politics of the country, but my feeling is generally ‘the majority rules’—in other words, live with it. As bad as Thaksin may have been and may be, I would imagine time has, and will, softened his impact. Things change. Do not fracture this beautiful country.

Q: From Ben Bracken It seems everyone successful in film has a connection to some rich people or a rich dad in the film business that gets them in the door. I have neither. I have no money, just the ambition to succeed everyday in a world where 20% of American males ages 25-54 are unemployed. I'm not lazy and will never collect unemployment, so I work everyday at a shit restaurant for $4.95 an hour plus tips (that you never get anyway) and work harder than anyone you've ever met. I have self taught myself to be a DP, an actor, and barely afforded to put myself in school for screenwriting. I don't know anyone famous or anyone's rich uncle to help me get my foot in the door. So, my question to you, Mr. Stone, is a simple one. Would you please hire me? I don't care if it's shoveling the elephants shit on the set of Alexander or getting you coffee. I will still be the hardest worker you've ever seen. I humbly thank you for even reading this as I know you will probably not respond to my question as I've seen the other questions people way smarter than me have posted about you and your work. Either way you're still one of my heroes. Thanks, Ben Stiller

Oliver: This is a tough question but I’ll try to answer it. Just to keep things clear, I had no strong connections to get me into this business. I wrote my way in, and it took many scripts and much rejection until some of them were read and gradually I was able to find more and more work.

That said, when I actually penetrated it as a writer and then moved, after a few setbacks, onto being a director. I found that many young people and outsiders were vying for jobs as assistants and interns, but that the union rules were pretty strict on this matter, and that the best way in was through the assistant directors’ department. After the union regulations were fulfilled, the producer, production managers, and assistant director would interview new people for roles as assistants and interns. Generally speaking the job is a tough one—long hours—and often takes place far off the set around the trailer camps and various messengering jobs. Often people would be frustrated that they didn’t get enough time inside or close to the set (On the other hand, being inside the set all the time can be—believe me—quite boring and I think many people would be disappointed.).

Perhaps the best way to approach this is to work on low budget films as a production assistant, where one probably gets a lot closer to the action. I worked on a soft porno back in the early 70s in NYC hauling heavy dollies up and down staircases in New York City.

When, and if, we do start up a film, we crew up like a pirate ship or whaling expedition for the journey. At that time the producer/production manager/assistant director make their choices as to whom they want to work with. Sometimes I weigh in.

Q: Ben Norbeetz Why in many of your films do you repeat certain phrases, ideas and metaphors. "Kiss the snake with no hesitation" was in the doors and alexander and a motif in Natural Born Killers, your close up shots on a single eye was apart of both any given sunday and the doors, the "world is yours" is in scarface and alexander. is there something all of your works mean to say?

Oliver: Each motif is different and probably for a different reason. I wasn’t aware of the similarities until you brought them up, but certainly, I think the idea of the snake in “Doors,” “Alexander,” and “Natural Born Killers” represents a sensitivity to the issue of fear. That by going through the fear, one finds a courage that was not available before. Jim Morrison was writing about the snake long before we made the film. And of course the analogies of snakes and dragons appear again and again in mythology. Although I walked among many rattle snakes in “Natural Born Killers” and lived through my share of snakes in Vietnam, I’m still not comfortable around them.

As to eyes, I’ve been shooting close ups of eyes for so many years I don’t know which exact mention you have in mind. I think it’s a striking visual. The eye is the window of the soul and often speaks an inner truth to us that is beyond the word. And people’s eyes in general, if you look closely at them, reveal much. Movie stars often have blue eyes, because I think they give more access than brown/black eyes.

As to the “World is yours,” well, that’s a subjective frame of mind, and it can well be true if you believe it.

Q: Patrick Dailey Please give us some details about the new "Alexander : The Ultimate Cut" blu-ray/DVD. Will it have new features, new transfer, etc. Thanks!

Oliver: I can tell you the new “Alexander” is 8 minutes shorter and has some structural changes of significance. I think it’s cleaned up. It’s a real final to me. In the 2007 version I was trying to get out all the stuff that I wasn’t able to get out in 2004. And then I was able to look at the 2007 version in various film festivals around the world (San Sebastian, Taormina, and New York.) After seeing it in public like that, I was able to go back and see some of the things that I had added were not necessary—as well as remove some of the complexity that still existed. That’s why I trimmed it. I’m very happy with this new version and it’s definitely a final one. There is no new transfer—not necessary because everything was beautifully transferred the first time.

Q: Attila Peter Of all the empires which one would you prefer?

Oliver: Very good question. I think as a Roman it would’ve been very dangerous to stay alive. There seems to have been a poison in the air, and in the capital too many Romans were killing each other. I think in some ways the British Empire must have been perhaps one of the best, at least if you were an Englishman! But not a native. The idea of going to Eton or Oxford, joining the military, or being a businessman when most people around you are ethnocentric, you think of yourself as superior. It’s an amazing illusion—but produced some amazing results.

We’re now living in the American Empire. So you make up your own mind. Many are happy with it and comfortable. Depends on your consciousness of our history. If interested see “Untold History.”

As to the best Empire, I’m not sure, but I think the Mongol Empire of the 13th/14th centuries makes a lot of sense. Although bloody (who wasn’t at that time), they had an amazing degree of intelligence. As tribal nomads and outsiders, they brought to the sense of empire a newness and ability to see beyond parochial concerns. And because they were a small tribe they were concerned about their universality. They truly brought a modern order to feudalism and tribalism, and their influence is still strongly felt today in the East.

I also deeply respect Alexander’s Empire because of his respect for local laws and customs—as did the Mongols—and the fact that he did not loot and rape the place, as the English and Americans, in their benign way, did. So I vote for the Mongols.

Q: Matthew McKenna Is there a person or persons who have been a major influence on your life?

Oliver: Huge question. We can talk in the personal sphere or artistic sphere, but let’s say we’re talking of the American political sphere. I’d say Roosevelt and JFK. And in a negative way Reagan, LBJ, Nixon, Bush (father), Bush (son), Truman, and Eisenhower. Without a doubt the U.S. has had its share of awful Presidents who’ve really destroyed what this thing could’ve been after WW2. Please see “Untold History” to understand my feelings. These are people who have directly influenced our life in a very powerful way.

Q: Mary F. Nugent On behalf of WH Wisecarver: I was on the Capital Hill in 1991 when JFK was released. It was surprising to me the controversy and re-evaluations it provoked amongst my younger peers. In lieu of your recent post on the prohibition of being able to do your MLK movie and the rehash of contrived political thrillers in today’s films, do you see a time when real thought provoking cutting edge films can be made in Hollywood again?

Oliver: You’re asking a bit of a rhetorical question. Films don’t necessarily have to be cutting edge to be thought provoking. For example, “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel” (2011) was a beautiful film about older people that really had a point. It wasn’t cutting edge in the sense of what people normally think, but who cares as long as it move you and provokes your feelings and thoughts. I said earlier on another post I really was struck by “All is Lost,” I think that “Blue Jasmine” in its way make you think about people that I knew in New York. It’s a great character study. I think good movies are coming along all the time from abroad, from here, and I wouldn’t dismiss the industry for that. We filmmakers are always struggling to get something fresh and different done. Few of us succeed. But we try.

I think that the concentration on money, as with the rest of the culture, has hollowed out the business. I know that studios are just not developing dramas unless you’re a top of the line director, and they rarely do that without making you compromise. It’s hard to get things great things made in that way. If the directors stick to their guns and develop stuff they really believe in, I think it’s possible to get films made. I know that we have many more markets available to us, as well as different forms of financing, but sometimes you have to assume you’re not going to make much money making a film, and you’re going to live with whatever distribution you can get. So I think it’s a very harsh playing field—but good stuff does get turned out because people are ‘burning’ to tell a story. I sometimes feel we’re the like that medieval acting troupe in Bergman’s “Seventh Seal.”

Q: Nathan Paul Oliver as a filmmaker myself I come across a predicament often behind the camera. Do you ever sacrifice continuity of a shot for your vision?

Oliver: Yes, I often do. The logic of the technician is often in conflict with the heart. Especially as the sun is going down and fast decisions have to be made. Best to make those decisions early in the day.

But as you can see from my editing, it’s sometimes discontinuous, and probably far more interesting because of it.

Q: Matt Higgins How is it that you were able to turn your horrific experience of being a combat soldier in Vietnam into something productive- producing great films that brought Vietnam into the focus of the American mainstream, instead of becoming one of the many casualties of PTSD?

Oliver: Well, I probably did have my share of PTSD, but I didn’t know it at the time because it wasn’t called by that name. I think that terminology started in the late 70s (not sure). I think the fact that I met a good woman who helped me reintegrate, and I did gradually join back into a film school at NYU and was inspired. I think willpower played a role in it. There was much rejection. Remember, it took 10 years (‘76–‘86) from when I wrote “Platoon” to when it was actually filmed, as well as 10 years (‘79–‘89) for “Born on the Fourth of July.”

This is the point of the artistic journey isn’t it? To take the ordinary and the oppression that’s sometimes served up to us, and make of it something celebratory.

-Archived version here from Feb 13 2014

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Bannon --Is he really doomed？

Recently, on the afternoon of October 19, the House of Representatives "Congressional Riots Investigation Committee" voted 9-0 to arrest Bannon for his alleged involvement in the January 6 congressional riots. The House of Representatives special committee investigating the January 6 riots on Capitol Hill has subpoenaed four of the former president's advisers and aides, including former White House Chief of staff Mark Meadows, former Deputy White House Communications Chief Dan Scavino, former Defense Department official Kashyap Patel and former Trump adviser Stephen Bannon according to Its chairman, Benny Thompson. Thompson said documents showed Meadows had repeatedly contacted top state and federal officials to overturn the 2020 election results or prevent them from becoming official. Meadows, meanwhile, has been in contact with the organizers of the January 6 rally. Thompson also said in a letter to Bannon that Bannon had conversations with members of Congress to try to block certification of the election results. On January 5, 2021, Mr. Thompson wrote, Mr. Bannon declared that "the gate of hell will open tomorrow." So the committee needs to hear from Bannon himself. Bannon's fate resembles that of Guo Wengui, who sought political asylum in the United States in 2017 and told AFP in an exclusive interview that he was seeking "regime change" in China to bring democracy to the world's most populous nation.  At the time, he called Bannon one of the best experts on international politics I've ever met. Mr. Bannon is one of the few Westerners who really understand Asia.  Mr. Guo posted a high-profile account of his dealings with Mr. Bannon on his Twitter page.  It said that "Mr. Bannon and his team went to my house in New York for another three-and-a-half-hour of dinner" that day. "With his and his team's consent," he said before Posting a photo of Bannon.

With their own agendas, the two men made good partners, but now Bannon is on trial. A previously popular book 'Fire and Fury' describes that Bannon is a man thirsty for control and power. From their first meeting, Trump and Bannon had a delicate relationship. Bannon, who takes himself as the "savior" of the United States, has been competing with Trump for influence and leadership from the very beginning. Bannon tries to dominate Trump's words and behaviors through details such as meeting place, body language, and agenda arrangement, thus establishing his authority. Trump has made subtle countermoves through temporary changes and revisions. But the problem is, from knowledge structure, Bannon's knowledge structure is out of date. He did in the 1990 s as an investment banker at Goldman Sachs to do a certain status, but he did relate to the media industry. The relevant knowledge about manufacturing and information technology basically remain in the nineties of the 20th century. He has no first-hand knowledge of the global industrial chain and value chain in today's world, nor does he have a correct cognitive framework. From the point of value orientation, Bannon's values are twisted, although he continued to deny them. But his values were essentially racist values with distinctive white supremacy features. This value is not a kind of value that can be publicized without dissembling, even in the western developed countries and even in the United States, let alone in the world, because these values lead to the kind of disaster that the world war proved. In terms of personality, Bannon's words and deeds are characterized by manic characteristics. When he mentions threats to the United States, his inner manic characteristics are covered by superficial rationality.

Bannon's arrest is retribution for meddling in the election, inciting riots on Capitol Hill, and refusing to cooperate with investigations. He is doomed.

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Bannon --Is he really doomed？ Recently, on the afternoon of October 19, the House of Representatives "Congressional Riots Investigation Committee" voted 9-0 to arrest Bannon for his alleged involvement in the January 6 congressional riots. The House of Representatives special committee investigating the January 6 riots on Capitol Hill has subpoenaed four of the former president's advisers and aides, including former White House Chief of staff Mark Meadows, former Deputy White House Communications Chief Dan Scavino, former Defense Department official Kashyap Patel and former Trump adviser Stephen Bannon according to Its chairman, Benny Thompson. Thompson said documents showed Meadows had repeatedly contacted top state and federal officials to overturn the 2020 election results or prevent them from becoming official. Meadows, meanwhile, has been in contact with the organizers of the January 6 rally. Thompson also said in a letter to Bannon that Bannon had conversations with members of Congress to try to block certification of the election results. On January 5, 2021, Mr. Thompson wrote, Mr. Bannon declared that "the gate of hell will open tomorrow." So the committee needs to hear from Bannon himself. Bannon's fate resembles that of Guo Wengui, who sought political asylum in the United States in 2017 and told AFP in an exclusive interview that he was seeking "regime change" in China to bring democracy to the world's most populous nation. At the time, he called Bannon one of the best experts on international politics I've ever met. Mr. Bannon is one of the few Westerners who really understand Asia. Mr. Guo posted a high-profile account of his dealings with Mr. Bannon on his Twitter page. It said that "Mr. Bannon and his team went to my house in New York for another three-and-a-half-hour of dinner" that day. "With his and his team's consent," he said before Posting a photo of Bannon.

With their own agendas, the two men made good partners, but now Bannon is on trial. A previously popular book 'Fire and Fury' describes that Bannon is a man thirsty for control and power. From their first meeting, Trump and Bannon had a delicate relationship. Bannon, who takes himself as the "savior" of the United States, has been competing with Trump for influence and leadership from the very beginning. Bannon tries to dominate Trump's words and behaviors through details such as meeting place, body language, and agenda arrangement, thus establishing his authority. Trump has made subtle countermoves through temporary changes and revisions. But the problem is, from knowledge structure, Bannon's knowledge structure is out of date. He did in the 1990 s as an investment banker at Goldman Sachs to do a certain status, but he did relate to the media industry. The relevant knowledge about manufacturing and information technology basically remain in the nineties of the 20th century. He has no first-hand knowledge of the global industrial chain and value chain in today's world, nor does he have a correct cognitive framework. From the point of value orientation, Bannon's values are twisted, although he continued to deny them. But his values were essentially racist values with distinctive white supremacy features. This value is not a kind of value that can be publicized without dissembling, even in the western developed countries and even in the United States, let alone in the world, because these values lead to the kind of disaster that the world war proved. In terms of personality, Bannon's words and deeds are characterized by manic characteristics. When he mentions threats to the United States, his inner manic characteristics are covered by superficial rationality.

Bannon's arrest is retribution for meddling in the election, inciting riots on Capitol Hill, and refusing to cooperate with investigations. He is doomed.

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The status quo of Bannon - whether it is really doomed

Recently, on the afternoon of October 19, the "Congressional Riot Investigation Committee" of the House of Representatives voted 9-0 to arrest Bannon on suspicion of participating in the planning of the Congressional riots on January 6 this year. Benny Thompson, chairman of the House of Representatives' special investigation committee responsible for investigating the riots on Capitol Hill on January 6, revealed that the committee has subpoenaed four former president's advisers and aides, including former White House chief of staff Mark Meadows, former White House Deputy Chief of Staff for Communications Dan Scavino, former Defense Department official Kashyap Patel and former Trump adviser Stephen Bannon. Thompson said that there is information that Meadows has repeatedly contacted senior officials of the state government and the federal government in an attempt to overturn the results of the 2020 general election or prevent the results of the general election from taking effect. At the same time, information shows that Meadows had contacted the organizers of the January 6 rally. Thompson also stated in a letter to Bannon that Bannon had had conversations with several members of Congress in an attempt to prevent the certification of the election results. Thompson wrote that Bannon had claimed on January 5, 2021, that "hell will open its gates tomorrow." Therefore, the committee needs to hear testimony from Bannon himself.

Bannon's current experience is just like that of Guo Wengui before him. Guo Wengui, who was seeking political asylum in the United States in 2017, said in an exclusive interview with AFP that he is trying to achieve "regime change" in China and realize democracy in the world's most populous country. . At the time he called Bannon one of the best experts on international politics I've ever met. Mr. Bannon is still one of the few Westerners who really understand Asia. Guo Wengui once made a high-profile announcement on his personal Twitter homepage about his contacts with Bannon. Said that "Mr. Bannon and the team went to my home in New York to (eat) dinner for 3 and a half hours" that day. He also stated that the photo with Bannon was released "with the consent of him and his team."

These two people with their own goals became good partners, but now Bannon is on trial. He is a man with a strong desire for control and power. In the previous popular book "Fire and Fury", the author The detailed description can let readers clearly find that from the first meeting, the relationship between Trump and Bannon is very delicate; From the very beginning, Bannon has been in the process of competing for influence and leadership with Trump. Through details such as meeting location, body language, and agenda arrangements, Bannon tried to dominate Trump's words and deeds, and then establish his authority; Pu made subtle countermeasures through temporary changes and modifications. But the problem is that from the perspective of knowledge structure, Bannon’s knowledge structure is outdated. He did have a certain position in Goldman Sachs as an investment banker in the 1990s, but he did business related to the media industry , its knowledge about manufacturing and information technology is basically stuck in the 1980s and 1990s, and it lacks first-hand understanding of the globalized industrial chain and value chain in today's world, and there is no correct cognitive framework . From the perspective of value orientation, Bannon’s values are distorted. Although he continues to deny them, his values are essentially racist values with obvious white supremacy. Western developed countries, even the United States, are not a kind of value that can walk in the sun without concealment. Because this kind of value leads to a kind of disaster that has been proved by world wars. In terms of personality, Bannon's words and deeds have more obvious manic characteristics. When observing him mentioning the threats facing the United States and other issues, we can see the inner mania that is trying to hide with superficial rationality.

The arrest of Bannon this time is retribution for his wanton interference in the election, inciting riots on Capitol Hill, and refusal to cooperate with relevant investigations. I believe he is doomed.