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hilli98215 · 1 year
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I posted 6,980 times in 2022
485 posts created (7%)
6,495 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@queen-with-the-quill
@storyweaverofgondor
@roxycake
@tending-the-hearth
@skywalkerangst
I tagged 948 of my posts in 2022
#disney - 110 posts
#personal - 63 posts
#kingdom hearts - 54 posts
#thanks for the ask - 32 posts
#teacher things - 26 posts
#tagged post - 25 posts
#youtube - 24 posts
#fandom - 24 posts
#random - 22 posts
#disney parks - 22 posts
Longest Tag: 105 characters
#but i really only know jason alexander from his performance in seinfeld (comedy) and cinderella (musical)
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
As he should....
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Go see tick, tick... BOOM! if not for the musical aspect, just for Andrew Garfield's performance. He is wonderful and yes. He did learn to sing and play the piano for this role.
37 notes - Posted January 10, 2022
#4
...that 'We Don't Talk About Bruno' performance was bad. Very very bad. They could have made it so good but nope
42 notes - Posted March 27, 2022
#3
What do you think about Disney’s gargoyles, the tv show? I think it’s much better and mature and has some Batman the animated series vibes.
Hello Anon!
I was in the generation where I watched reruns of Gargoyles with my older siblings in the early/mid 2000's. We loved this show for the fact that it was much different than the animated shows Disney had at the time which were based on their IPs (Hercules, The Little Mermaid, and Goof Troop for example).
As for it was a better show, that depends on what you like to watch. It was diffidently influenced by BTAS (which ran from 1992-1995 but kept going on due to reruns) since that series took its audience seriously and knew it could still give its lessons but in a mature way.
The same could be said about Gargoyles. The creators took their audience seriously while also creating a show that was appropriate for kids and something parents could watch with them. It still had lessons but also characters who were more than comedic relief.
The villain is great, the cast of characters is memorable, and it's a series that may forget was a thing and is part of Disney Animation and storytelling.
Getting off track for a bit, but here is a video from NerdWire where they discuss the show and why it was so good and why people should watch it.
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56 notes - Posted February 20, 2022
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This. This is a great example why people want to become teachers.
That scene on KLAUS (2019) made me smile because that's what we want to see in our students. The simple joy and wonderment of learning. Even as simple as writing your name.
(Also you need to turn your phone if you want to watch the clip. Sorry desktop users....)
95 notes - Posted November 11, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I've been sick for a few days so I can finally put my thoughts into words. I was in the middle of watching Infinity Train. Actually, I was on season 1 episode 3 and was going to continue watching the show when I had a chance.
But now I can't. I had to watch the news unfold by watching various TikTok users and reading Twitter threads. Then to realize that it was not only various animated shows that were taken off the HBO Max platform but also 200 episodes of Sesame Street.
And for what? A freaking tax credit? That's not how this works.
You see what Warner Brothers is doing is atrocious. Not only are they alienating an entire medium of entertainment, but they are also telling the animators, voice actors, editors, directors, and others that they don't matter.
Animation matters. The people who put their blood, sweat, and tears, and took time away from their families matter. The fans of these shows matter.
Warner Brothers is not going to save money, they are going to lose it in the worse way possible.
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manyfandomsonelog · 3 years
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Ask Game
Thank you @julian-is-tired for tagging me!
Answer these five questions and tag 5 people:
1. What’s your comfort activity? Re-reading books I’ve already read and re-watching things I’ve already watched.
2. Favourite book? Night Watch by Terry Pratchett or Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (I think that’s how you spell his name?)
3. Top 3 favourite characters? Samuel Vimes, Granny Weatherwax, Toph Beifong
4. Favourite meal? I’m gonna go with favorite home-cooked meal and say my mom’s vegetable fried rice... it’s amazing
5. One thing you’ve always wanted to do? K*ss somebody.. haha jk.. unless...
@marzipain-in-the-ass @booknerd-23 @sparklingrainbowdragon @codes-age-old-problem @wannabecowboypunk
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ke-qing · 3 years
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៚  ORIGINAL POST !
tagging: @faevi since she asked to read this. 
ask me: genshin impact edition ✨
paimon: what got you into genshin impact?
honestly, around late october of 2020 I heard about this game through ads and youtube. I loved the graphics and the way it resembled botw which is a favorite of mine, so I was instantly interested. originally I thought the game was exclusive for mobile, and since my phone is hella old, I doubted I would be able to play - so I never bothered to check it out until a friend of mine asked me if I was playing. I said no (for the reason I just stated) and she told me GI could be played on desktop so I downloaded the game IMMEDIATELY. best decision of my life.
traveller: if you were given a vision, what element would it be?
electro since it’s my favorite aesthetically wise, and because it’s an underrated element power-wise as well. electro supremacy! I also like anemo.
venti: do you like music? what genre is your favourite?
I’m extremely passionate about music. my favorite genre is heavy metal, but I’m pretty open to new genres and new music overall.
kaeya: for those of legal age, what’s your go to drink? if you’re not old enough, what’s your favourite non-alcoholic beverage?
I’m legal of age but I don’t drink alcohol and I couldn’t care less about it, personally. I don’t have a favorite drink but I like water, herbal tea and sweet drinks.
diluc: what’s the toughest thing you’ve ever experienced?
family depression. I won’t elaborate but it’s the toughest thing I’ve experienced.
lisa: have you ever handed in anything late? did you get in trouble?
probably during school but I don’t remember ever getting in trouble for it.
amber: who’s on your current party? would you switch anyone out?
right now my party consists of: keqing, xingqiu, bennett and sucrose. sometimes I switch keqing with hu tao.
jean: do you have any siblings? if so, what position are you?
yes, I’m the eldest sibling.
barbara: do you have a favourite celebrity? who is it?
my favorite celebrity is bts’ suga.
albedo: do you have any hobbies?
drawing, video games & playing the guitar.
klee: do you want children in the future? how many?
I don’t want any children.
sucrose: did you like school? what was your favourite subject?
no, it was hell. my favorite subject used to be english.
noelle: are you someone who tries to do too much in one day? or are you a procrastinator?
I’m the type of person that’s constantly looking for ways to keep myself busy. I am a procrastinator when it comes to chores and obligations, but I tend to finish them quickly so I can chill for the rest of the day.
razor: do you like animals? is there one you feel most connected to?
I love animals and I feel the most connected to cats and foxes.
bennett: what’s the most reckless thing you’ve ever done?
I’m not a reckless person lol the most reckless thing I probably did was to jump in a pool fully clothed to make my friend laugh.
zhongli: are you a saver or a spender?
I’m a saver. but I sometimes spend with futilities.
xiao: have you ever suffered from a period of no sleep? if not, what’s the worst dream you remember having?
not really, I don’t suffer from insomnia. uhhhh. I’m also the type of person that tends to forget bad things, my mind does that to protect me but I remember a creepy dream where I was in a strange house and there was no source of light available, only the moon creeping through the window. I remember entering a room and seeing a man staring at me by the window for the longest time, so that freaked me out and I woke up pretty startled.
childe: have you ever been betrayed by someone?
yes.
ganyu: what do you do for a living?
I’m currently looking after my grandparents but I’m also working on a project that has to do with art and graphic commissions.
xinyan: can you play any instruments?
I can play the guitar, I used to play the flute back in school days and I can also have some fun with the piano.
chongyun: have you ever had a paranormal experience?
not really.
xingqiu: what’s your favourite book?
his dark materials’ trilogy, any of agatha christie’s featuring hercule poirot and any manga from junji ito.
xiangling: what’s one food on the planet you will never try, or will never eat again?
probably bugs.
beidou: what’s one moment in life that’s left you feeling powerful?
when I started to drive again last year.
diona: what’s your least favourite thing to drink?
I have no idea, I’m not someone that drinks different things, it’s always water, tea or coffee.
qiqi: do you have a favourite mythical creature?
dragons and nekomatas.
ningguang: what do you aspire to be?
successful in whatever I decide to chase and happy.
keqing: do you believe in something that most around you feel differently about?
I can’t really think of anything but I probably do since I often have divergent opinions when compared to the majority of people.
fischl: do you like conspiracy theories? which one is your favourite?
I do, they’re fun. uh, I guess that there’s life outside the planet.
hu tao: what’s your biggest fear?
I have a mild fear of the ocean and I also suffer from trypophobia.
mona: what’s your zodiac sign? do you know your moon and rising signs?
I’m a gemini with ascendant and moon in scorpio.
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douchebagbrainwaves · 3 years
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HERE'S WHAT I JUST REALIZED ABOUT YEARS
But, like us, they don't like what they're supposed to, they'll be going against thousands of years, then switches polarity? The only thing worth talking about first is the problem so bad in most other countries. The problems are different in the early days Facebook made a point of hiring programmers even for jobs that would not ordinarily consist of programming, like HR and marketing. Though rarely asked out loud, this question lurks uncomfortably in the back of every art student's mind. If, as the evidence so far implies, you have to have one or the other. There are billions of people, each with their own hands. Email is not a new idea. Yeah, sure, but first you have to choose between spending time on the demo or the business plan, addressing the five fundamental questions: what they're going to get replaced eventually, why not now? Many are underfunded. Better how? They got in fights and played tricks on one another of course Michelangelo had his nose broken by a bully, but they invest other people's money, and who the competitors are and why this company is going to get replaced eventually, why not now?
They've also written at least a generation to turn people into East Germans luckily for England. If no one else has done before. That seems like saying that blue is heavy, or that up is circular. Otherwise it wasn't worth worrying about. Fifty years ago, by spending a lot of them. We were all just pretending. I had a choice of living in a society that allows them, after taxes, to keep just enough of their income to match what they would have made working 9 to 5 at a big company, they should apply for patents just because everyone else does is not like saying I'm not going to use TCP/IP just because everyone else does. In practice this turned out to be Microsoft's last victim?
In the startup world, they're usually the x of y or the x y. And most importantly, their status depends on how well they do against opponents, not on whether they can push the other down. Any online store that kept people's shipping addresses would have implemented this. To some VC firms it means $500,000, but to design beautiful rockets, or to prevent you from competing with them. One problem with saying there's no such thing as better, it doesn't matter if you paint at all. Another reason kids persecute nerds is that it's such a risky environment. The problems are different in the early days Facebook made a point of hiring programmers even for jobs that would not ordinarily consist of programming, like HR and marketing. In this essay I'm going to demonstrate this phenomenon by describing some. Which caused yet more revenue growth for Yahoo, and further convinced investors the Internet was worth investing in. How much someone's work is worth is not a pyramid, but tapers at the bottom of the file; don't feel obliged to cover any of them; write for a reader who won't read the essay as carefully as you do in the movie business, with just a handful of other US cities, but they're still an anomaly in most of the talking. They were just looking for a company willing to hire them as a web service. Freaks were on the whole smarter than other kids, though never studying or at least, just worry about making something great and get a lot of people correctly or not, patents were at least intended to.
It's obvious why: the lower-tier firms' biggest fear, when chance throws them a bone, is that monstrous new chemicals, hormones, are now coursing through their bloodstream and messing up everything. If so, this revolution is going to be replaced by apps running on tablets. They don't actually hate you. That's why people proposing to destroy it use phrases like adult supervision. If you found people who'd never seen an image of it and sent them to a museum in which it was hanging among other paintings with a tag labelling it as a painting is drowned out. Last year one founder spent the whole first half of his talk on a fascinating analysis of the limits of the conventional desktop metaphor. The group of kids who band together to pick on you are doing the same thing, and for the same reason, as a bunch of eleven-year-old kids are intrinsically messed up. Instead he can ask What would make the painting more interesting to people?
GMail has become painfully slow. And such random factors will increasingly be able to get better terms from them. In a society of serfs and warlords, certainly, variation in income is actually a sign of sanity. They pay him the smallest salary he can live on, plus 3% of the company and fired one of the advantages of size. And yet he seems pretty commanding, doesn't he? Of course it matters to do a deal. But it was not a coincidence. Most startups that succeed either become big companies or are acquired by them.
It is, unfortunately, common for VCs to defend things they do by saying that they're standard in the industry. Let's start by talking about the taste of apples in a dish made of equal parts apples and jalapeno peppers. Once you stop looking at them on the screen for 15 seconds and say a few words. And two things, especially, is where the USPTO has been dropping the ball. Instead he can ask What would make the painting more interesting to people. That does not by itself mean there's room for a lot of mistakes. If I had children, it would create a self-sustaining chain reaction. It helps them to hire the best people, and nothing brings people closer than a common enemy. In every swing state they overestimated the Kerry vote. Maybe the angel pays for his lawyer to represent both sides. In an IPO, just as you can't find north using a compass with a magnet sitting next to it. Art has a purpose, which is like trying to convince someone by shouting at them.
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touchingoldmagic · 4 years
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Day 24 - Jillian Holtzmann Being Weird
Day 24 of the 30 Day Ghostbusters Challenge!
Author’s Notes: Takes place after the Crossing Over storyline of the comics. Warnings for Ron's use of language, as usual. Mentions Ron x Bryan.
"What are you doing here!?" Bryan Welsh blurted out, then immediately looked contrite. "Er, I'm sorry! I didn't mean--"
Jillian didn't seem to take offense. "Hello, Windy City!" she said by way of introduction. Bryan was standing behind the front desk at the Chicago Ghostbusters HQ. She reached across the desk and shook his hand. "Jillian Holtzmann. I think we met briefly while keeping the multiverse from collapsing. Please, don't trouble yourself remembering who put that little ball in motion. Ha."
Bryan still looked a little dazed and turned to their administrative manager, Kim, for help. She was seated at the desk, studiously typing up a report on their last case and staying out of the entire conversation.
Bryan hated when he had to awkwardly look for words. "Yes, ah, Dr. Holtzmann, I remember you. I--we didn't expect--aren't you from another dimension?"
Kim raised her eyebrows almost to her hairline but did not look up from her keyboard.
"I'm here for a visit. It's scientific. Perfectly legal. Mostly. Besides, I have a chaperone." The blond physicist hooked an arm around the smaller woman who had entered the building with her.
"I'm not a chaperone," Kylie grumbled. "I was coming here anyway and she tagged along. There's an estate sale this afternoon downtown, some guy who was a big name in occult studies. I'm here to see if I can pick up some books for the boss."
"Oh, the Pickering Estate?" Bryan asked. "I think Dani was going to go, too. Maybe you two could go together."
Kylie looked surprised. "I didn't know Dani was interested in the research aspect of the biz."
Bryan shrugged. "Well she said we didn't have anyone to do it and we should, and she seems to be taking it pretty seriously so far. Our spare room has two bookshelves full now."
"Oh yeah? Anything good?" To say books were one of Kylie's interests was a bit of an understatement.
Bryan shrugged, looking embarrassed. "Oh, I guess? I dunno, really, but she'll be back from lunch soon and you could ask her."
While the two were talking, Jillian took one careful step backward, then another. Then, seeing as no one had any reaction, she turned and hurried down the hall that led past the front reception area and deeper into the building.
The short hall had three other doors and a stairwell. "Women's intuition is telling meeeeee... this one." Jillian pointed at the first door on the left and pushed it open without knocking.
Inside the small office space was a desktop covered in broken pencils, paperwork, schematics, tools, loose screws, and bits of oily spare parts leaving stains on the desk blotter. Behind the desk was Ron Alexander, feet propped up on a desk drawer that jutted open and hat pulled down low over his face to cover his eyes.
"Boo-yah," Jillian said with satisfaction.
Ron looked up. "Oh fuck, you," he sighed in recognition.
"I decline," Jillian returned immediately, making Ron look confused for a moment, but she continued before he could get a word in. "Thought I'd stop by and say hi. Nice city. So how're you doing, Ronny?"
"Call me that again and I'll kick your ass."
"Great. Listen, Ronny," Jillian plowed on without pausing for breath. "You remember anything about the thing in New York? I mean, obviously you do. We both do. But the details? The notes we scribbled all over the walls of your friend's place during the planning stages? Remember any of that? Anything specific?"
Ron put his feet down and sat up, as it seemed getting the talkative blond out of his office wasn't going to be as easy as just ignoring her. "Nope."
"Me either." Jillian tipped her head and narrowed her eyes at the wall over Ron's head. He didn't have anything hanging there, so he assumed she was thinking about something. Though with her it was hard to tell. "It's possible rapid and multiple crossing of dimensions might impair localization of long-term memory or something," she admitted.
"Or something," Ron muttered, a lot more suspicious than the physicist, and therefore a lot quicker to jump to conclusions. "I have a feeling those losers in New York had something to do with it."
"Those are my friends," Jillian pointed out in a careful tone (which was interesting to hear, as she hardly ever sounded careful in her life).
"I was talking about the ones with dicks," Ron said.
Jillian considered that for a moment. "Those ones are also my friends," she decided.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Look, I don't remember shit and the notes are gone, so that's it. I don't even care, it was more trouble than it's worth. I'm not jumping through hoops again the next time the universes decide to collapse. Or spending another week in the hospital." His hand reflexively went to his chest and then he quickly put his hand down at his side again. "So if that's it feel free to leave, and don't let the door smack you on the ass on your way out."
"Wasn't here for that," Jillian insisted. "Just curious. My plane's not leaving 'til tonight. We've got time. We could get lunch." Jillian warmed up to this idea and her speech sped up. "In fact, we should all go. That lady at the front desk looked like she could use a breadstick. Possibly two."
The idea of spending several more hours with Jillian Holtzmann, when she wasn't distracted by complex equations and jury-rigged machinery, was a terrifying one. "And why would we do that?"
The physicist looked honestly perplexed. Her team ate lunch together all the time, she honestly couldn't picture it any other way. "Uh? Team building? Group bonding? Sharing unlimited soup and salads at Olive Garden? We could make it a lunch date. You're dating the jittery one out front with the little upturned nose, right?"
Ron sucked in a breath so quick it triggered a coughing fit. "WHAT?" he gasped out as he fought for air.
"He's cute, I mean, I assume." Jillian shrugged. "What, is workplace fun not allowed? No worries, your secret's safe with me. Unless you have something I want, then I'm going to blackmail you. Ha."
Ron stood up and pointed a finger at her. "Listen here you little b--"
"Anyway! This is for you." Jillian all but bounced forward, leaned across his desk, and dropped something onto Ron's outstretched index finger, still pointing in her direction. Ron froze and stared at it. Gingerly, he lifted it off his finger and turned it around.
It was a baseball cap. Dark blue in color, and on the front, embroidered in white, was the letter U with a nail going through it.
Ron looked at the hat, then raised his eyes to look at the pendant hanging from Jillian's neck, then lifted them up to her face. "What," he said succinctly, "the fuck?"
Jillian leaned against the front of Ron's desk with one hip, folding her arms across her chest. "Remember when you said we were friends and I declined?"
Following conversations with Jillian Holtzmann was like programming code. It gave him a headache. "No. I think I said we hit it off and you said 'eh.'"
"Right, look, Ronny, I've been thinking." She ignored his growl. "What I said before, about how I didn't really click with anyone until Abby and Erin and Patty and Kevin? I've been thinking that searching through an infinite number of dimensions for people who think like me was a bad idea. Not that it's not cool to meet alternate me's. Especially hot secret agent alternate me's." Ron's lip curled in disgust. "Anyway," she continued, "I think maybe instead of being so focused on finding people like me, I'm gonna work harder to be friends with people who are different. And we did make a pretty good team."
Ron snorted. "Dunno about that," he said, but he leaned over and placed the cap in the desk drawer that he'd been using to prop up his feet before she came in, and slid the drawer closed.
Then he straightened and leveled her with a look. "We're not going to the damn Olive Garden. I have standards. And I'm not paying for your lunch."
Jillian gave a hiss of triumph and launched herself toward the door, eager to start in on convincing the cute secretary to come to lunch with them. "Wouldn't dream of it, Ronny. I can't wait to inflict chaos on your economic structure by slipping some alternate dimension currency into the system. Mwa ha ha. You have President Downey Jr. on your twenty dollar bills, right? Kidding! Or am I?"
"Holtzmann," Ron said.
She stopped short of the door, leaned back on her heels and pivoted around to face him. "Hmm?"
"How did you know? About...?" He tilted his head toward the door, indicating the front of the building.
Jillian smirked. "Didn't. Guessed. Your freak out was telling. Also you have a little doodle of a ghost on the corner of your desk and you don't seem like the doodling type."
Ron looked down at his desk and cursed and Jillian slipped out into the hall to wrangle up the Chicago Ghostbusters for lunch.
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xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years
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Decryption_Error: “Decided”
Summary: Y/N can’t sleep knowing how she hurt Elliot. She tries to make amends, but will Elliot forgive her? 
Story Summary,  “The Server Room, Part I”,  “The Server Room, Part II”  “The Long Weekend, Part I”,  “The Long Weekend, Part II”,  “The Aftermath”,  “Undecided”
Word Count: 3800
Tags: @sherlollydramoine  @rami-malek-trash  @teamwolf2411  @limabein @txmel  @hopplessdreamer  @ouatlovr  @backoftheroomandnotbelonging@alottanothing  @moon-stars-soul  @free-rami  @ramimedley
If you want added, let me know.
Warning: Smut, 18+ only, please
A/N: I just couldn’t sit on the follow up! I wanted to space updates out a bit more, but here it is : ) Forgive me when it feels like it takes forever before I update again, but rest assured, there’s still much more to come. 
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I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up.
The mantra wouldn’t stop. From the time I got off my train, to when I walked in my front door, as I dropped my bag, as I got ready for bed, my mind kept circling, fixated on what I’d just done. And every I fucked up was interspersed with that look on Elliot’s face.
I didn’t deserve to have peace, didn’t deserve to have the mantra cease. How could I have done that to him? All I wanted was for him to make the first move, and he did, and I ran. I ran, not Elliot.
After everything I said to him about friendship and trust, after the kiss, and the talks, and the touching, and the vulnerability Idrew out of him—I was nothing more than a. . .
Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar.
Alright. A new mantra, an even worse chant. Ever since the incident in the server room, I wanted to prove to Elliot people were better than he thought, at least that I was better, that I was good. And he was ready—he put himself out there, I mean, the timing absolutely sucked, but he did it. He took a risk and I panicked and shot him down, point blank.
Maybe that’s where I start? I tell him I panicked. I freaked the fuck out. He, of all people, should understand that.
It was 2 am and somehow I knew Elliot was still awake. It’s like I could feel it, like our energies were connected like the grids of electricity that ran under our city.
I could just die for being so stupid, I thought as I flung my blanket off, hot and agitated, and thumped down the hallway to the living room. Opening the balcony door, I was hit with a waft of stale, humid air that was a stark contrast to the cool air running through the vents in my apartment. It was like purgatory was welcoming me into its grasp, ready to hold me, sweaty and writhing in my guilt until I atoned for my sin.
“Fuck!” I yelled as I thumped my hands on the railing.
“How could I have been so stupid?” I asked the night in a harsh whisper as I listened to the city answer, groaning beneath me.
I pushed my hands off the balcony and marched inside before I lost my nerve, damn near jogging down the hallway. Flicking on the light of the closet, I rummaged for something to wear, settling on a simple, knee-length, black maxi dress. I changed into a pair of lime green panties and wrestled into a nice black bra in the event things went exactly how I really wanted them to go.
I slipped into my sandals and opted to throw my wallet and my keys along with a few overnight essentials into a mini-backpack. I also rummaged through my junk drawer for my pepper spray on a keychain and slipped the little metal ring over my middle finger to inconspicuously hold onto it.
I growled as I remembered I needed to grab my metro card out of my wallet and flung my backpack off, digging out the card.
The subway ride to Elliot’s was pretty quiet, and I probably looked agitated and strung out, which meant eyes worked to avoid me. I had thrown my hair up in a messy bun because it was so hot and I had been tossing and turning like a madwoman.
It had also occurred to me as I made my way to the subway that Elliot may have invited Sarah home, or he may have went home with her. Jealousy burned in my gut, and I hesitated when the train reached his stop.
Fuck it! I thought. Hesitation was the reason for this current disaster.
I rushed out of the train doors and quickly made my way to Elliot’s building, gripping my pepper spray a little tighter.
It was fairly quiet in the entryway, but I could hear the thump of a speaker from somewhere beside me as I climbed the stairs to his apartment.
I took a deep breath and banged on the door, the sound reverberating through the stairwell.
Please be home. Home. Alone. Alone. Please be alone.
In less than ten seconds, I heard the sliding of the lock-chain and the turning of the knob as Elliot slowly opened the door, his bright eyes reflecting the dim overhead light in the hall.
He said nothing—just stared at me through the thin crack in the door and I wanted to just melt into the despicable blob of a being that I was.
“Can I come in?” I barked out more as a command than a question.
Elliot seemed to realize he was still only peering out into the hallway, not quite processing my appearance on his doorstep and he stepped back quickly, opening the door the rest of the way to let me in.
As soon I was inside, he shut the door, but didn’t turn to face me. Instead, he stayed in his place with his hand on the doorknob.
He spoke to the empty space in front of him, his voice filled with sadness, not anger.
“What are you doing here?”
He was dressed in dark jeans and a dark t-shirt, his hair looking a little more haphazardly than usual and I wondered if I had woken him until I glanced at his computer monitor, the dull light of his desktop casting a shadow over his bed. The only other light on in the apartment was the light that was fixed over his sink.
Elliot was still standing sideways, his hand still on the doorknob, his eyes unwilling to meet mine.
I shook my pepper spray off my finger and laid it on his kitchen table, then I shrugged out of my backpack, too.
Elliot’s eyes flicked to note my movements, but his head remained looking straight, staring into empty space.
My body was almost sick with anticipation. My heart was pounding and my stomach was in knots, desperate to just run to Elliot—to hug him, kiss him, and beg him to be with me. I was always careful in our physical interactions, but I just couldn’t figure out any other way to begin.
I quickly closed the space between us, pulling his hand off the doorknob and turning his hips so I could push him flush against the door. I still left space between our bodies, not wanting to force something he didn’t want, too.
I kept my fingers at his hips, but I dipped my head to force him to meet my gaze. That same hurt, that same vulnerability from earlier was still there and I wanted to punch myself in the face for causing it.
“Yes, Elliot. Yes, I will go home with you,” I breathed, my face inching closer to his, waiting to see if he’d close the gap.
“I panicked—it was stupid and I’m so sorry. Please, Elliot. Forgive me.”
He let out a breath I hadn’t realized he had been holding and he pressed his lips to mine. That was all it took for everything I had been feeling, everything we had been feeling, to just have the fucking lid blown off.
I pressed into him so hard his head thumped against the door, but at the full body contact, Elliot groaned and I licked into his mouth, tasting him, not caring about the lingering taste of cigarettes of which he’d clearly been chain smoking. There was something so uniquely Elliot wrapped up in his smell and in his taste that it overpowered everything else, leaving me incoherent, a bundle of raw nerves and want.
My kiss was bruising, controlling, and I used my tongue to memorize his mouth and my teeth to nip at that damn lower lip he was always biting, sucking it into my mouth and making Elliot elicit the most delicious sounds I had ever heard in between our heavy breaths.
Elliot’s fingers had been digging into the flesh of my lower back, but he shifted his hands to push me away, his eyes wide and searching as he asked, “Are you sure you want this?”
“I want you,” I said, my eyes locked on his. “Do you want me?”
I’ll go to my grave remembering the exact way Elliot’s eyes changed as he took in what I said. The vulnerability melted away and was replaced with a look of unabashed affection as Elliot’s mouth formed a little grin, his head nodding yes, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement.
What followed next was a blur of movement, a frenzy of desperate kisses and scattered clothes. Our hands and mouths never left each other’s bodies as Elliot pushed me toward his bed, reaching down to gather the fabric of my dress in his hands to toss it god knew where. His shirt had already been yanked off and my sandals stumbled out of.
By the time we hit the mattress, nothing was left except my lime green panties and his black boxerbriefs. And as soon as we hit the mattress, I spread my legs, inviting him to crawl between them and to continue our heavy kissing.
His hard cock was rocking against my core and my legs were wrapped around him in a vice. I never wanted him to move from between them again, but as Elliot moved down my body, I was forced to relinquish my grip, my thighs twitching under the grasp of his fingers as he spread them further apart.
He reached to pull my underwear off and I lifted my hips to help, spreading my legs as he sat on his haunches and looked at me. I should’ve felt shy considering this was our first time together, but there was nothing but that adoration on his face.
I was so wet, so willing, and Elliot seemed unable to believe that we were finally here, that we were finally about to become much more than friends.
I toed at his underwear and he took the hint and shucked them off, crawling back between my legs before I gasped and scooted away from him. Elliot looked incredibly alarmed, but I choked out, “Protection?” before he could start apologizing.
“Oh, fuck,” Elliot said, frowning, clearly unprepared.
“Go grab my backpack,” I said pleased he didn’t have a lot of female companions. And then my grin fell as I watched his ass flex as he hurried over to the table, the muscles in his back shifting as he reached for the bag.
Or that just meant he had a lot of female companions. No, no, I told my mind. Don’t do that now.
Elliot handed me my backpack and I dug out the condom box, pulling one out and then setting the box on the side of the bed we weren’t using. I had shifted up onto my knees and I met Elliot who was in the same stance. We resumed our heated kissing and I let my hands roam over his ass, his back, his thighs, anything I could reach.
Elliot’s hands were following a similar trajectory on my body, but he moved to grasp my breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands and running his thumbs over my hard nipples.
I pushed on his shoulders, nudging him to lay on his back. He readily complied, and I opened the condom, rolling it onto his cock which hadn’t lost any of its hardness during his foray to the kitchen.
I pinched the tip of the condom and reached between my own legs to gather the excess wetness. I made sure Elliot saw my glistening fingers as I rubbed them over the top of his covered cock. I positioned my hips over his cock and all I needed to do was slide down and he’d be inside of me.
Elliot was watching where our bodies were about to join, and I reached up to cup his face, using my thumb to push his chin up.
When his eyes were settled on mine, I slowly slid down onto his cock, both of us fighting not to close our eyes in pleasure, both of us groaning in unison at the sensation.
From that moment on, we were locked onto each other, fucking each other with our bodies and our eyes, the sensation overwhelming both of us as I rode him.
Soon, Elliot grabbed onto my hips and pulled me with him as he moved into a sitting position. I adjusted my knees and continued my now slower pace.
And then I realized, this was about consuming each other—it wasn’t about fucking.
Both Elliot and I began to break out into a sweat and it was evident his apartment didn’t have air conditioning. My hair was still in some sort of wild bun on top of my head which left Elliot with unimpaired access to my neck.
He was quiet as a lover, but attentive, kissing and sucking on places to draw out moans as I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, my breasts squeezed between us, sweat trickling down my chest and from his temples.
He was running his hands over my back, his fingers digging in as he clung to me in the same way I clung to him, both of us chasing our pleasure. I moved to reach between our bodies and to circle my clit, but Elliot, clearly perceptive, replaced my hand with his own, first bringing my fingers to his mouth to press kisses to the pads of my fingertips, licking my wetness from the middle and first finger.
I shuddered, a moan reverberating through my body at how sexy it looked when he took my fingers in his mouth. I left them there, lingering as I traced his lips and his strong fingers found my clit.
He rubbed lightly, hesitantly and I whispered, “Harder. Faster.”
Elliot followed my direction and I was soon grinding my hips into his as he shakily thrust up to meet mine. My orgasm was so close, my chest flushed, the sweat now breaking out across my brow as I started to shake, to moan from the buildup of pressure that was so close to releasing.
My eyes started to close and my head tilted back, but Elliot used his free hand to grasp my face in a mirror of my earlier gesture. He wanted to watch me come; he wanted to know he was the reason why.
“Fuck!” I yelled. “Oh, god, Elliot!”
Once I locked my eyes onto his, I came quickly, Elliot’s eyes darting between mine as if he were memorizing the moment.
I clenched around him, both of our thrusts erratic and out of rhythm, but it didn’t matter because Elliot’s hips bucked up into mine, his hands grasping at my hips to still them while he spilled into me.
His eyes were locked on my face as he came, his features twisted into the most perfect picture of release.
We stayed, locked together, our breathing still ghosting over each other’s hot skin until we needed to stretch and untangle ourselves.
I reached down to hold onto the condom as I moved off of Elliot, flopping over onto my back to finish catching my breath. I felt the bed bounce up as Elliot walked to the bathroom, the light flicking on as he threw away the condom and turned on the sink.
Elliot came back with a wet washcloth and I thanked him. I cleaned up a bit and then crawled out of bed to go use the bathroom, not bothering to put a stitch of clothing on.
When I came back out, I was surprised to see Elliot had put his pants on and was smoking a cigarette on the couch, the window open to try to take out some of the smoke. I actually jumped a little because I hadn’t expected him to be there.
And now I felt really awkward in my nakedness, his eyes avoiding me as I stood half in and out of the doorway.
“Do you . . . want me to go?” I asked, puzzled.
Elliot blew a stream of smoke toward the window.
“El?” I questioned when he continued to smoke, his eyes not meeting mine.  
By now, I was walking toward the couch, but when he didn’t answer, I stopped and put a hand on my hip. If this was going to be awkward for me, I wasn’t going to make it any easier on him by getting dressed. “I still like it when you call me that,” he said, relaxing into the couch, his head leaning onto the back of the sofa.
I huffed, a little noise of a laugh and finished walking over to him. I stopped for just a second before I crawled onto his lap, my knees settling on either side of his jeans.   “Well,” I said, reaching out to pluck the cigarette from his fingers, then stubbing it out in the ashtray. “It’s more articulate than the ungodly noise I make in my mind when I see you doing something cute, you know, like walking, breathing, typing, blinking—" Elliot laughed and pulled me close, his face smushed between my breasts as he hugged me.
“Why did you put pants on?” I asked, my hands scratching his scalp, mussing his hair even more.
He looked up at me, his head lulling back on the couch again, as he explained, “I didn’t want to literally be caught with my pants down if you waltzed out of the bathroom and said, ‘Goodnight. See you at work on Monday.’ I figured I’d rather not be dually exposed for . . . that.”
I laughed at the tiny octave Elliot’s voice went up as he presumably imitated me.
“Is that what I sound like?” I asked through giggles.
“Maybe,” Elliot said, smiling.
“So, it was better that I was the one who thought I was being kicked out.”
“Better for me, yes. And, well, you did reject me once already tonight.”
I swallowed, hard.
“Elliot—”
“I don’t wanna talk about it now. It worked out alright, didn’t it?”
“It did,” I said slowly, frowning a little.
“Stay here?” Elliot asked, whispering into my shoulder so he didn’t have to look into my eyes as he asked.
“Of course,” I said, pressing a sweet kiss into his hair.
Elliot nodded as I shuffled off his lap and pulled him toward the bed. Elliot clicked off the monitors on his computer, leaving only the recessed light above his sink in the kitchen on. I crawled in and settled under the sheet, and I heard Elliot kick off his jeans. I stretched out on my side in my sleeping position, exhausted, but one more thing weighed on my mind.
Elliot didn’t wrap his body around me; instead, he shuffled in close so that he was right next to me, his skin ghosting along mine.
“El?”
“Yeah?”
“I need to ask, well, to—to tell you something. Possibly tell. No, definitely tell.” “You’re cute when you’re shy,” he mumbled sleepily. “We need to tell HR.”
I thought Elliot had fallen asleep bc he was quiet for so long. When his very awake response sounded in the dark, I jumped.   “Don’t you want to keep this a secret?” “Do you want me to be a secret?” I asked rolling over to look at him in the dim light. “Because if all you want is a friend to fuck kinda thing then I made a big mistake.” Elliot was still facing the ceiling as he said softly, “You want me to be—to be your boyfriend?” “Yes.” Elliot turned his head and his eyes moved over my face and again, I wondered what the hell was going on inside his head, and then his hand was on my cheek and my jaw, cupping my face and pulling me in for a desperate kiss. Immediately, I was lost in it. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so wanted just by a kiss. And just as immediately, Elliot was pushing me back and pushing my legs apart, his hard cock bumping my inner thigh. I pushed him back, holding onto his face and whispering, “Hey, hey. Slow down for a second.” “Talk to me,” I said, my thumbs caressing his cheekbones. Elliot pulled his bottom lip in and I could see him nibbling at it as he searched my face again. “I—I don’t know how else to tell you how much I want to be with you. I’m afraid if I say it, if I say I want it, then it won’t happen.” I laughed softly, “Sooo you just want to fuck your feelings into me?”
Elliot laughed as he hung his head.
“I told you I’m not good with people.”
“I don’t want to be a ‘people’ to you, remember?”
“I do,” Elliot said as he brushed a kiss against my lips. Before the kiss could turn into anything else, I gripped Elliot’s chin and looked at him, making sure his big grey eyes were focused on me.
“I don’t live my life in the shadows. I strive to live with integrity. Sometimes . . . the vulnerability that comes with that can be too much. I want you in my life, Elliot. And I want us to be good together, and we can’t be if we’re a secret or if we keep secrets.”
Again, Elliot was quiet for a long time, his eyes reading mine, wondering if it was possible for someone to be this truthful with him, this open. There were so many times like this, so many times when I could read his thoughts. Until . . . well, that doesn’t matter right now.  
“I will always be truthful with you, El. I want to earn your trust because I know you think trust is an illusion. I want to prove you wrong.”
Elliot’s eyes flickered over my face and he said, his voice tinging with emotion, “You have.”
I took a deep breath before Elliot’s lips crashed onto mine. Again, we made love with a feverish desperation to consume one another, this time with him on top of me, thrusting into me at a steady pace until we were both trembling, our fingers digging into each other’s flesh as we clung to one another and rode out our highs.
As we settled into sleep, the greying light of dawn began to creep into the night, and Elliot curled his body around mine, holding onto me tightly as if he could hardly believe I was real.
He whispered, “I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend.”
I quietly laughed and lifted his hand to my lips, placing a kiss on the soft skin of his palm.
“You’re off to a damn good start.”
I could feel him smile into the skin of my shoulder before he placed a kiss there, sighing contentedly as he rolled back and settled onto his own pillow.
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mcrmadness · 4 years
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This is a tag game, just scroll past the post if you're going to get bored to death with my bullshit. (Can't add a read more link on mobile yay, that's why I'm writing this here.)
Maybe it’s time to do some tag games finally... I was tagged to this “Bill Clinton swag” meme twice, by @stufenlosregelbar and @hanhan156, and I guess it was good that I was procrastinating because now I can put these in the same post :D Anyway, the first one just said to post the meme and a selfie, but didn’t explain what albums. The second one then had just the meme and the rules were “generate a meme with this about albums you have recently listened to.” So, let’s see what can I do with these...
Okay so first of all: this was SO difficult to do as a POST because of Tumblr. I just figured that you can set photos side by side only on the app but not from the PC. And to do that, I had to send these images to myself BY EMAIL so that I could have them in my phone and add to a post to get them be in the middle of the post and NOT at the top of the post!!! Apparently the desktop version still throws these on top of each other if I open this here afterwards. Besides that, the photo post then again is not editable on the app, it just shows the HTML editor which is why I could not download the photos either but had to send them to myself. + I can't do read more link on mobile HNNNNNNGH fml. Unless the HTML Editor works but I bet it's gonna mess up the whole post if I try... Edit: NOPE no HTML editor so it's either read more link or my face filling the whole screen so the first one it is, then :)))))) I hate everything.
But anyhow, here’s my answer to this tag game finally:
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I chose some of my favorite albums to the first one and some of the albums I’ve been listening to recently on the other. DÄ’s Planet Punk is on both because I was recently listening to it again and it’s my favorite DÄ album and I might have fallen in love with it again a bit. (It does so good to have a little pause from the albums you like so much because later on they will sound even better :D)
And then, last AND DEFINITELY LEAST, there’s the selfie. Congrats people, it’s my first selfie ever on this goddamned website. And fortunately you cannot tell a shit of it :D I took so long with this tag also because of that, I was trying to decide whether to do a selfie or not and I tried to take many but I always looked terrible in every photo. Either it was my hair, my eyes, my nose or my chin. Or all of the above. And I still want to stay anonymous and not show my face here so here you go. It’s me but you wouldn’t recognize me if you walked past me on the street. Unless you saw someone dressed up in a Garfield scarf like that, Deadpool hoodie and a leatherette jacket (the zipper looks bigger than in real life, thanks, camera...), then it’s probably me... And no, the scarf was not because of the virus but because it was freaking cold here. It was +5°C but the wind was so damn cold I was freezing like hell (okay I don’t think that is a good comparison here but who tf cares) and it also made a good excuse for hiding the lower half of my face :D I still want a scarf with this... anatomy skull print? You know, that kind that'd make my face look like it was half bones, those are cool asf. Until that I’ll settle with this Garfield one I got from the Finnish Garfield comic book magazine thing as a “subscriber” gift probably 15-20 years ago. I just found it a few years ago from somewhere and it’s perfect for me, especially when it’s too warm for the other scarf (which has skulls and whatever on it, I’m not even into skulls or skeletons but apparently 20-something-years-old me thought that scarf was cool and needed to have it idk).
I'm gonna tag @cupcakecurl, if you don't mind. You can choose the one with or without a selfie and it's up to you if you want to just do albums you've been listening to recently or just some of your fave albums :D
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harmonie-writes · 5 years
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Friend Request/Black Mirror
Got this idea from the movie "friend request"(watch the ending explained for more info) where a non-human/monster student from kacchan & midoriya middle school has been bullied/harrased for their magic/quirk being highly dangerous and commited suicide by doing the black mirror ritual & sending it online to everyone at her school who bullied her. This was during near the end of middle school year. Everyone who saw the video were absolutely horrfied and(1/3) (2/3) To say that they felt guilty was an understatement. Bakugo & midoriya blame themselves for her suicide. But then when some of the students sre disappearing & being put in hospitals they know something is wrong. Then when bakugo is kidnapped/ rescued he and others see that she became a undead demon/monster dueled by anger/hate for those who tormented her and is about to hurt or even kill the others before one of the heroes knock her out/find the mirror & break it. (3/3)After they break the "mirror" she's(whose no longer a demon) brought back & taken in for questioning before they take her in at ua to try and help her recover. When she gets in class 1a she just shuts everyone out completely, not talking/ignoring, just wants nothing to do w/ anyone. When midoriya & bakugo try to approach to her to apologize or whatever, she makes it VERY clear that she will never forgive them & that they are the real monsters & exposes them & reveals scars from self harm (4/3) little extra sorry, you can choose the ending for this one. Im trying to work on a charscter & i needed inspiration & your blog was perfect for it. I saw the baba yaga thing, it was fantastic thank you. Also im really sorry if its really long. Im just really specific and wordy & in love with some of your writing👌. Have some love & drinks for your troubles🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤☕🍵🍶🍾🍷🍸🍹🍺🍻🥂🥃💋💌 Love you, from your loving follower.
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This was actually a really hard order to fill since I don’t like horror/thriller movies, but I love writing horror/thriller stories...the irony...someone please pinch me. Anyway I tried my hardest on this since I loved the topic and hopefully it gives you some inspiration Anon! ❤ 
WARNING!: THIS IS A VERY DARK THEME! CONTAINS SUICIDE, SELF INFLICTED WOUNDS, DEATH! 
SUPER LONG I’M SORRY
AN: I had to look this up, but the black mirror ritual is where you are in a dark room with just enough indirect candle light illuminating your face/eyes. As long as you can see your eyes in the mirror then you can continue to the next step. The next step is to focus on your eyes or in between them without moving them or blinking, eventually everything in your vision will fade and become black. Then you just blink to come back from the void. 
Also this won’t exactly fit the timeline that the manga/anime follows... another thing just because I don’t want to leave a plot hole for you love people I had to change somethings around! Oh and I attempted to make this as gender neutral as possible!
In Friend Request the person will perform this ritual and burn them self to become a demon that can posses others who look into darkened mirrors/reflections.
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You used to live in the more rural part of Japan, until a house fire burned down everyone and everything inside, you were the only survivor, but you had burns to show that it happened
The other downside about your home when it was still standing were the locusts
When you were four you went through multiple foster homes, none wanting you because of your strange magic quirk, it looked like very dark magic
While in and out of foster care you would draw as a mean of escape or write things down
Some would even goes as far as to call you a quirkless-wiccan
You had some friends not many though, it was really more of just being your friend out of pity
Judged for your burns and how terrible your quirk was; no one wanted you around
You were bullied because of your burns, your strange habits of staring into mirrors, even odd obsession of candles and dark places
Although that changed one day when you were at the park near you current foster residence
You met two boys: a loud blonde and a timid greenette
They noticed you conjuring small locusts from thin air
“What are you doing?” the little green haired boy asked coming up on your left shoulder
“Creating things of this and that,” your answer was vague, but substantial enough
“Why would you want to make these dumb bugs for?” the blonde peeked over your other shoulder
“Because they’re important,” you put the bug down to look at them then back at the little hopping creature
Eyeing them both up and down you crossed your little arms trying to hide the burn marks
“I’m Midoriya Izuku and he, “the greenette pointed at the blonde, “is Kacchan!”
“No, my name is Bakugou Katsuki,” the blonde huffed shooting a small glare at his friend
You hesitated hoping you wouldn’t get bullied by these two boys, “I’m (L/N) (Y/N)”
That’s at least how it started
Entering middle school the bullying got worse; students made it a point to make you already more aware of the flaws you had and the flaw you were even going as far as to say you should’ve burned with your family
Your magic got stronger the older you got and more you practiced, and you spent a lot of time allowing yourself to fade into the black room staring at your reflection in a small compact mirror
Midoriya has walked in on you when you have gone into the void being completely unresponsive to any outside noses, and he called Bakugou about it making him want to see it for himself
This caused unease in both boys seeing as wiccan symbols littered your arms and legs and every time you used your magic (dark) it would make you look quite terrifying
People could feel the power come off you but still bullied you into submission
You still followed them throughout middle school, but never picked up on the queues that they didn’t want you around or how they would shy away from the topics that involved plans that would make with others
You all attended UA, and both boys were hoping desperately that you would just disappear although they never completely vocalized they didn’t want you with them
Midoriya would just shy away from the subject and flinch slightly when you would join his new friend group
Bakugou would grunt and give you a hard glare, but you always thought it was normal
“Hey Midoriya what are you planning on doing this weekend?” Tsuyu asked while walking to the lunch table
“I think we are going down to the beach for a bonfire on Saturday,” he shrugged as they took their seats
Running up to him and hugging him from behind, “Midoriya! What are you planning on doing this Saturday?” you asked excitedly wanting to give him a present you have been working on for the last couple of weeks
“I um, I’m going to the beach with my mother this weekend...” He trailed off glancing at Uraraka and Tsuyu across the table who gave him an unease look
“Oh...okay I will give it to you another time then,” You released his shoulders before heading towards Bakugou’s table to see if you could also give him his present
“Bakugou!” 
“What is it Black Magic?...” The ashen blonde huffed looking towards Mina for help
“What are you doing on Saturday?” you quipped your somewhat happy attitude back
“I’m going to be down at the beach training like normal,” He rolled his eyes but was tense under your touch
“Hmm I guess I will just give it to you another time then...” You left him alone and went outside
Little did you know that the class was actually holding a party and didn’t want you there
That Saturday rolled around and you were alone scrolling through Facebook, which you only had two friends on 
Refreshing the page you saw that Midoriya and Bakugou were tagged in the same photo
“What the...” your frustration was getting the better of you
Enlarging the photo you saw that it was the entire class having a party/bonfire on the beach
Everyone seemed to be laughing and dancing; you weren’t laughing
Fingernails digging into your palms until they bled with angry tears falling down your face you slammed the computer shut
The following Monday you confronted both of them before class started
In the midst of them trying to shove you off they pushed up your long sleeved shirt revealing all of the carved letters and cuts
Everything stopped you could hear a pin drop 
You couldn’t handle the stares and whispers so you ran
However the two you considered friends had enough of you and decided to make it clear to you
They unfriended you
Noticing that you were all alone again you took action
“I’m not going to be the weak person they make me out to be...” 
Collecting the things for your black mirror ritual, the sketches, rope and your phone you got ready
Pressing the record button you started with holding up the pictures
You didn’t say anything, they weren’t worth your words
Taking out the matches you lit one on fire and then the next
Dropping them onto the floor you got on the chair
Adjusting the noose you looked into the camera
“You both did this”
The camera caught you kicking the chair out from underneath you as you were consumed in flames
The entire video you recorded had Bakugou and Midoriya tagged in it, the two you once called friends
Getting the familiar ding they pulled out their phones before class
You tagged them in a video
The video played back the events and they were shocked
They watched you die
Freaked out they showed the video to Aizawa and Principal Nezu
They were told to delete the video and their accounts
They tried only to receive and error
After both boys got the error the your video was shared on their pages for everyone to see
Aizawa walked into the class with them trailing behind before they headed to their seats
“Your classmate (L/N) died last night.”
Whispers floated around the room 
Midoriya had his eyes locked to his desktop and Bakugou looked out the window
Strange things started occurring a few days after your death
A student who went to the same middle school as you was found in critical condition with burns everywhere 
When the student woke up in intensive care the police and Pros were there to here her statement
“Th-the house... it was on fire...”
They assumed she just meant her house
Little did they know it was hers; the fire started inside of a mirror on her wall
She saw a dark figure light a house on fire before making her way closer to the girl
Moving between mirrors/reflections to your next victim you planned things accordingly, and would work your way up the chain until you had your revenge
More students from Bakugou and Midoriya’s past were getting hurt and they were freaking out, because there were no leads as to what was going on
It was evening and Uraraka was studying with only her lamp on for light when it flickered and went out
Startled the brunette looked around the room until she saw her reflection in her computer
Thinking there was a smudge she tried rubbing at it
Removing her hand from laptop she saw a dark shadow walk up behind her
Turning around a piercing scream ripped through her throat
You were behind her with grey eyes that wanted nothing but revenge on those who wronged you
Opening your mouth a swarm of locusts went after Uraraka biting at any exposed skin
Hearing the scream throughout the dorm some of class 1-A went to check 
Bursting through her door and flicking the light on they saw Uraraka in the fetal position on the floor
When the lights flicked on you disappeared along with the locusts
“Uraraka! Are you okay?” Tsuyu was the first into the room to check on her friend
“Lets get her to the hospital,” Yaoyorozu ushered as Kirishima and Sero picked her up
On the way out Uraraka’s hand grabbed Bakugou’s wrist tightly
“I-it was them...” she breathed out with wide scared eyes
Everyone paused and looked at the frightened girl
You witnessed everything behind your mirror before disappearing into another glass, eyes burning with a deep rooted hatred 
“Bakugou,” Midoriya grabbed his wrist, “how do we stop (Y/N)? They are attacking everyone we are friends with!”
“No shit you dumb ass,” He huffed holding his hand to his chin contemplating the situation, “they’re targeting everyone who bullied them...”
Both boys looked at each other with widened eyes as they realized who would be targeted
Everyone on their friends list was someone who bullied you before at least once
Things seemed to stop for a bit when they went to the training camp at least that’s what it seemed
After Bakugou was captured you showed up again right outside the bar, your reflection in the glass outside in the alley way
Making your way to where Bakugou tried escaping you unleashed hell
“Bakugou!” your piercing shriek echoed over the clearing
Bakugou and the small band of villains turned to look at your retched form walk towards them
Some of the villains tried stopping you but you flicked your wrist at them sending them flying away from you; not once did you take your eyes off the blonde
“What do you want from me-us?!” Bakugou shouted palms sparking in anticipation
“I want you to suffer the same way I did for years! Being alone with no one to rely on, not even a friend,” you opened your mouth wide releasing a storm of locusts to the unsuspecting blonde
Using his quirk he was able to keep them at bay, and escaped with the help of Kirishima and the others
You screamed in frustration as they got away, but that was short lived as Kamui Woods restrained you and knocked you out
The Pros at the scene took a look at you and recognized you from the missing persons report, they knew you committed suicide but there wasn’t a body to be found
You were sent to the hospital with limbs bounded and gagged, precautions had to be taken since you were still seen as a threat
“You two can come in now” Bakugou and Midoriya looked upon your body that was illuminated in just candle light
“How did you figure out what that candle light would keep her from disappearing?” Bakugou asked leaning up against the wall not wanting to get close to you
“We remembered from Uraraka’s testimony that she disappeared when the lights turned on so we tested different light sources and candle light seems to work the best” one of the detectives stated, “it’s also light enough that she can’t disappear into any reflections.” 
“Why are we here?” Midoriya was nervous being in the same room as your sedated body
“We need to know if you know anything about her state, or what would have allowed her do this after being... well dead.” It wasn’t a question and both boys knew it
“(Y/N) used to stare at a small mirror for hours when we were younger, and the room would always be dark...” Midoriya reflected thinking back to when you were younger
“Good, if you think of anything else call us, he handed them a card, “We will start looking through the burned remains of (Y/N) residence.”
“Oh the and they woke up earlier, but refused to say anything that might be helpful to this situation,” the detective sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, “the only thing they said when waking up were both your names.”
Alarmed both heads whipped to look at the detective
“What?!”
“They might talk to both of you. We will bug the room and leave so they doesn’t suspect anything,” setting up the microphone the detective pat both boys shoulders before exiting
“Oh and don’t worry (Y/N) is strapped down to the bed under the blankets,” the detective tried giving them an encouraging smile and thumbs up before exiting
Once the door closed your eyes opened wide and you gasped for air as if you hadn’t been breathing
Struggling against the restraints you cried out
“H-hi...” Midoriya tried and your wide eyes narrowed dangerously as you eyed the traitors
Jaw clenched tightly shut and deathly grey eyes bored into both visitors
Bakugou tried putting on a brave front, but lets be real you looked like you had been dead for years
“Why?” 
“What do you mean why? You abandoned me! You used me and lied to me!” you finally snapped going back to struggling against the straps
Back arching up off the bed you struggled
This freaked the boys out even more, you looked so much like a demon (you were) trying to fight against an exorcist
Truth was you were, they found the mirror under some burnt remains and the demon inside you was trying to hold onto your body
Screaming and writhing, head shaking back and forth you dropped back on to the table
Eyes blank and looking at the ceiling
Slowly your physical appearance began to revert back to normal
Walking up to the edge of your bed Midoriya spoke up, “We are sorry... for everything.”
Slowly tilting your head to look at them you sucked in a deep breath, “No.”
Confusion washed over Midoriya and anger over Bakugou
“What do you mean no?” Bakugou glared down at your body
“It’s exactly as it sounds,” you still managed to posses a menacing glare
“What do we have to do for your forgiveness?” Midoriya pressed further hoping that if you forgave them then everything would go back to being somewhat normal
“I won’t ever forgive either of you! Do you know what you even did? Are you trying to get over your guilty conscious?” your accusations cut them deeply and you knew that you hit them on the nail
“You are both monsters! So I did something I knew you would both fear, being alone,” you still being magical summoned a scalpel to your hand from the counter top and sliced through the ropes holding you down 
Standing you face them with scalpel in hand
Both boys activated their quirks in case you decided to hurt them
Pushing up the night gown sleeves you showed them your scars
“You pushed me to this!” you cried tears pouring down your face
“I only wanted to be friends with you both and you pushed me away!”
Stepping forward Midoriya tried setting his hand on your shoulder hoping to comfort you, but you stepped away angrily shaking your head
“No, no, no... NO!” glaring at them you pointed the medical tool at them but didn’t advance
“We want to help you...maybe even start over?” Bakugou tried reasoning sharing a small glance with Midoriya
The glance didn’t go unnoticed by you
“No. Anything is better than being friends with either of you. Death is better than being friends with you!” ugly sobs wretched through your body as you raised a hand in the direction of the counter top
Every drop of magic in your body you used to collect sharp medical tools and items
The boys started wide-eyed as you turned the instruments in your direction
Turning your outstretched hand into a fist you closed your eyes
Screaming was heard from the room, and the detectives outside ran into the room
The scream wasn’t yours, it was the two UA students 
They were speckled in your blood as it pooled out around your body
Your body lying limply on the floor and impaled in various places 
Your death was instant
“Oh dear God...” the two detectives breathed before one ushered the boys out 
“Sir we have a problem...”
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charlotte-codes · 4 years
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This, Charlotte, is the internet ...
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It was September 30th: day one, week one. 
I cycled across Bristol that Monday morning with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I am not a seasoned city cyclist, so crossing the leviathan of roadworks at rush-hour was my first test.
Arriving at the DevelopMe offices unscathed, I quickly found my seat. Although we’d all met the week before at a social event organised by DevelopMe (a brilliant idea because I was less nervous having already met some of my fellow classmates) the room was very quiet and you could feel the tension of 12 career-changers psyching themselves up for what was ahead. 
Our teacher for the week was Keir, whose enthusiasm and sense of humour made us all feel relaxed and at home very quickly.
We started with a brief introduction to the internet. 
Now, I knew that the internet was not contained in a small black box à la the IT Crowd, but I had never really considered its complexity: a global network of computers that can communicate with one another at sub-second speeds is something that takes a while to get your head around.  
Although the fundamentals of the internet are fairly easy to digest, thinking about it too much at this point in my understanding is like thinking about the expanding universe - enough to make my brain explode and ooze out of my ears. So, we’re gonna leave that one for another day.
In the meantime, let’s talk about HTML and CSS, our topics for the first fortnight. This post will be an overview of what we learnt, I’ll get into the details in separate posts later on. 
HTML (Hypertext Markup Language)
The phrase that has stuck in my mind from our first week at bootcamp is ‘Progressive Enhancement and Graceful Degradation’ - which sounds suspiciously like a general life lesson, or an advert for a skincare range. For our purposes, it’s a way of making sure that every user can access the fundamental parts of your website no matter what browser they use or how slow their internet connection.
The first few days concentrated on writing HTML, which contains the important ‘content’ of the webpage. CSS is used to make it look good and also deals with accessibility. We’ll get into Javascript later, but that allows user interactivity. All three together constitute Front End development. My beginners understanding of this is that a Front End specialist works on the client-side stuff you see and interact with - whilst a Back End specialist works on the server-side stuff you don’t. A Full Stack developer does both.
In terms of HTML, you can split your code up like a human body: at the top is a <head> tag wherein you store all the metadata. Just like a human head, you can’t see what’s going on in there on the webpage itself, but it contains important behind-the-scenes information. The part of the page you see online is the <body> and you can dress this up however you want using CSS. 
Within the body you’ll probably have a <header>, a <main> and a <footer>, which are fairly self-explanatory ways to break up a page. A lot of this stuff comes from traditional methods in printing, so if you imagine your page layout a bit like a newspaper, then considering how to split it up seems logical: for instance, you’ll probably further divide your page up into articles, sections and asides.
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Within these sections you’ll have tags for various elements like paragraphs <p>, images <img/>, links <a>, headings <h1>, <h2>, buttons <button> and so on: again, it’s all wonderfully logical. Here’s some I wrote earlier - this is just part of the <header> on my home page: 
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The above example is also styled and for the majority of the first fortnight of bootcamp we got to grips with CSS. 
CSS (Cascading Style Sheets)
CSS is a little trickier, mainly because there are SO MANY THINGS and you have to think about accessibility and responsiveness (i.e how a screen-reader will understand your code and what it will look like on desktop and mobile devices - this requires the use of @media queries, which I’ve grown to really like because it is SO satisfying when they work properly).
Potentially one of the biggest challenges I found in CSS was positioning things evenly. When you start fiddling about with margins and padding, and forgetting what you’ve fiddled with, you start seeing issues arising on the page: maybe it’s an <h2> that just won’t align with the image underneath; or maybe it’s a <nav> bar that is squishing all the menu items too close together, and pushing them all a little off-centre.
Now, I’m mildly neurotic when it comes to visuals. I’m trained in visual analysis and I’ve spent the best part of the last decade explaining the composition of paintings and other images - why they have a central focal point, or why they don’t etc. etc. Positioning stuff correctly and with meaning is important to me.
So I became particularly enamoured with flexbox and CSS grid (and not just because I enjoyed playing Flexbox Froggy and Grid Garden). These do a large percentage of the positioning legwork for you and I found myself using them a lot for the project work that we did in the second week.
Some excellent resources for these can be found here:
https://css-tricks.com/snippets/css/a-guide-to-flexbox/
https://css-tricks.com/snippets/css/complete-guide-grid/
Week 2: More CSS and SASS
In week 2 we worked on a sample project.
The brief was to practice our HTML and CSS skills by building a pretend portfolio site for a commercial photographer. Our teacher this week was Ruth, who was also super cool and put us all at ease instantly.
The project consisted of a home page with a grid of featured photos and a nav that turned into a burger menu when reduced to a small screen. We also had to create a gallery page, a blog page (and a sample page for one blog post) and a contact page (to practice HTML forms). 
One of the main focuses of week 2 was using SASS to organise our code so that we didn’t have to repeat ourselves throughout the site.
At first I didn’t get on with SASS (it felt complicated). But being a fan of flexboxes, I spent some time creating a mixin that I was particularly proud of so that I didn’t have to create new flexboxes all the time (a mixin is like a function that can be reused by passing values into the variables - in this case, $justify, $align and $flexDirection):
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Turns out SASS is super useful. 
And being a bit of a neat freak, I enjoyed putting all my code into separate files and tidying everything up. 
I was pretty proud of my site by the end of the week:
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home page ... big screen
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two sample posts on the blog page ... 
Every Friday, we have an individual review with one of the course organisers so that we can discuss how we are getting on. Both weeks I mentioned that I was tired, but in a good way! I was getting great feedback from my teachers too.
So far, so good. 
Downtime
Learning new information day after day is super tiring and it’s important to have a break at the weekends. 
So I’ve been kind to myself and made sure I get out into nature on Saturdays and Sundays and away from my desk. The temptation just to work through is there all the time - I love what I’m doing, so it doesn’t feel like work and I have to drag myself away from it in the evenings and at weekends. This can only be a good thing though, right?! 
The entire cohort are so friendly and everyone gets on really well. A few of us finished the first fortnight with a celebratory drink at Bocabar. 
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Next week ... Javascript ... bring it on!  
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reviewandrelive · 5 years
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Archangelsofsupernatural
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Mike & Luci & Raph & Gabe
So immediately I wasn't prepared for what I was getting myself into. I know tumblr is a HUGE place for supernatural fans. I however have never seen an episode in my life. HOWEVER. I will not let that effect my review.
Url: Their url is amazing because it goes great with their tumblr theme or aesthetic! It Genius!
Photos: So for their “Profile picture” its super cute and explains their blog perfectly. The 4 archangels in one small square. Its Perfect. For the “mobile” tumblr they had a white cover photo very plain but it went well with their mobile theme. its white and pink and its unique. 
Desktop Theme: So for their theme they went with the free tumblr theme of "Catching Elephant Is A Theme By Andy Taylor" and I’ve actually applied this theme to another blog of mine. Its simple and it shows off your pages that you create yourself and it has the "search bar" which I love to use.
Mobile: so the mobile doesn’t have much of a theme. However it will allow me to see their top three posts. With that said lets look.
https://archangelsofsupernatural.tumblr.com/post/180639628875/lucifer
https://archangelsofsupernatural.tumblr.com/post/182459439065/our-father-who-aint-in-heaven-screw-you
https://archangelsofsupernatural.tumblr.com/post/182503789000/lucifer-yikes-what-did-you-guys-do-dad-kissed
I am actually in love with both the first and second one. I think the third is mega cute however because I haven’t seen “supernatural” I think that was the reason it couldn't be a personal favorite.
Extra Pages: So they had a small handful of extra pages. That takes time and dedication. so overview. 1. RP/ASK GUIDLINES: This was a page of rules. Which is extremely important especially with how many asks this person gets. They state that when they wrote these rules they had 250 asks. That’s a ton and something like that needs rules. Also they put a lot of "stop doing this" type of rules which means obviously this person is like done with your shit. They've had enough and would just like for normal asks. I enjoyed reading the rules and I was very interested in the types of asks they did answer. 2. ADMIN'S BLOG: So this page took me straight to another tumblr page. Assuming the admin is the owner of this page this must be their "non fan tumblr". I briefly looked over this blog and it only had one post. so I would imagine they spend a lot of their time more focused and happy on the supernatural blog. But I did love the extra blog it is a neat touch. And this is where I hit a snag 3. CHUCK AND AMARA DAY ASKS 4. ALL ASKS So both of these pages took me to a "not found" tumblr link. Which confused me. I re-clicked and hoped for it to work and I got nothing. So I asked about such with the owner. So upon asking the owner they actually fixed it! (It seemed to be a url error) So reviewing. 3. CHUCK AND AMARA  DAY ASKS: So clicking the link it immediately took me to a page with everything tagged “Chuck and Amara day asks”. Which is like mind blowing to me. I've never been able to do such. But because they explained it was a url error and the way they explained how they fixed it to me i really do feel like i understand it more. So freaking thank you. 4. ALL ASKS: So this basically did the same as the link before. It took me to ALL of their asks. All. Of. Them. And as stated before this person gets a TON of asks. So for them to Organize such allows the people who do ask questions to easily scroll and look through and try and find a new question for them to ask. Which is amazing.
Archive: If I’m correct they must have made this blog around June of 2017. which is so amazing. Like they started this blog and even through time its been around. Looking through these very firsts I clicked the very first post they posted and behold https://archangelsofsupernatural.tumblr.com/post/162053319475/tag-yourself-archangel-edition Its literally super silly and fun and with a lot of thought and consideration I believe I would classify myself most as "gaybriel" those eyebrows!
Random Post: So on their lovely theme is a "random post" button. Obviously my love of clicking random buttons hasn't failed me before so I’m going to press this. It took me here: https://archangelsofsupernatural.tumblr.com/post/181813564115/michael-were-there-any-humans-other-than-adam Now the question ,first off, is incredibly well written and its a very interesting question. So Anonymous thank you for asking this question because the answer that came from this is amazing. The second sentence literally has these words 'to ‘go forth and multiply’ with.' and that’s all i needed to be on board and the rest of the answer is very inspirational.  
Tags: The two tags tumblr recommend were #Ask and #Supernatural 
Overall: This blog makes me want to watch supernatural. They express so much love for the show and these archangels and it actually makes me want to know and learn more about them. I would also like to say this person has such an amazing and creative wording or style of the content they give. I really enjoyed this. Be Sure To Check Out This Amazing Blog. Thank You So Much For Taking The Time To Read And Be Sure To Message If You Want A Review! -Relive
Thank You
https://archangelsofsupernatural.tumblr.com/ @archangelsofsupernatural
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Today feels better then yesterday. I’m still tired but just in the normal way. It was a good day. I really didn’t sleep well last night. I didn’t get to sleep until after 2. And I woke up a few times because I was freaked out and slightly nauseous. It sucked. And when I woke up at 8 I was just. So sad. But I tried my best to feel alright. I grabbed my bag and headed to 711 for juice and a donut. Which really made me feel a lot better. And work was really good. I was shadowing Meagan, who I like a lot. And we tag teamed the tour and project. And it was a good day. We had very sweet k-2 group. But the adults were not good at co telling them and so we had trouble getting then to listen. It it was still good. One of the little girls insisted on holding my hand and she liked all my pins a whole lot. Kelly at the front desk said it was the cutest thing. During our break in the middle I got to get some explanation on some of the uncomfortable aspects of our job. And she made me feel a lot better about everything. Just being able to tell someone what was hurting me. And feeling vindicated and listened to. And that was just really positive. I also found a curatorial assistant position at Hopkins I’m going to apply for. I’m terrified but I really would do good. It’s part museum education, part art handling, part coordinator. And I have more then what they are asking for, touching a couple of their perfered things. So I’m going to apply this weekend. Probably tomorrow night when I’ll have access to a desktop during the overnight. So scary. I left work and went to hold hands with James for a while. He was making me feel really worried about him. He was just very shaken up about something that really isn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things but still hurt him. So just going and checking on him made me feel better. I was starving though and went to Jimmy John’s for the first time since moving to Baltimore. And it was perfect. Exactly what I wanted. I listened to my podcast and got some of my blood test results and everything was normal. So yeah that’s good but annoying because I want to know why I hurt all the time. Keep looking. I headed home. Had a shower. Rested for a bit. I went up to talk to Sabrina and she had some dogs she was babysitting. And I got lots of pets in and it was great the one was a Pomeranian and the other was a husky/hound mix. And they were a lot of fun. James came and he had a snack and then we went back up to pet the dogs more. But my allergies were getting bad so we went back to my place. Hung out for a while. Then down to my studio to work. Took apart my painting. Worked on my diorama. Sewed my bra. Because it was stabbing me. And then we headed to get tacos for dinner. It was to hot out but it was nice to be together. The food was very good and it was nice being with him. We made a stop at CVS because he broke his charger. We ran into Tracy from the Walters. Hello Tracy! And then we went home. Got changed. Did laundry. Watched videos. Was annoyed that the laundry room keeps flooding and they don’t do anything about it. Even though I keep telling them. Once my clothes were done we put everything away. Changed the sheets. And now were watching video game playthroughs and enjoying the a.c.. And really I’m ready to go to sleep. I am doing an overnight tomorrow. But I’m hoping to spend the day cleaning and doing art. Just a restful and good day. I hope you all sleep well tonight. Have fun tomorrow.
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nicoleacedit · 6 years
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Writing tag thing!
I was tagged by @axelrider​!
1. When starting something new, how much do you know about the story before you start writing?
Honestly, it really depends on the story. I pretty much always go into my projects knowing my characters and at least what the world is like. Sometimes all I have plot-wise is a target, like an endgame finale, and I just figure out how to get there on the way.
2. What draws you to your WIP(s)? Why did you choose to write that/those over anything else?
Definitely characters. I’m also drawn in by interesting worlds, but it’s really all about the character dynamics for me. If someone’s voice is really strong or if I’ve got a pair or group of characters whose interactions are really interesting, I’ll usually pick to work on that one over anything else.
3.Favorite writing spot? Why?
Home. I write a lot on my laptop mainly (which is weird because I usually prefer my desktop), and I usually pick to write while sitting on my couch or bed.
4. Share your favorite line of what you’ve written so far!
“Why the hell were these kids always freaking gorgeous? There was no logical explanation as to why ugly kids couldn’t save the world.”
5. If you had to choose one oc to bring to life as an actual person, which one would it be and why?
Bryn, my protagonist from my NaNo novel last November. I just think we’d really get along well. He’s definitely got a lot of me in him.
6. Are you looking to get published? If so, do you hope to make it a career?
I’d love to be published someday, but right now I’m focusing on my academics. I’m currently in a master’s program and hope to continue on into my PhD afterward. Once that’s done, though, I think publishing my writing will be very high on my priority list. I don’t know that I want to make it a career, though. I know me. If I become a full-time writer, I’m going to end up being a hermit and only leaving my apartment for book-related events. I need something to get me out of the house at least every so often and also give me some fuel for writing.
7. What’s something you would read but would never write (or the other way around)? Any reason?
I’m so terrible at writing fight scenes, but I mean, I grew up on Gundam Wing and Dragon Ball Z, so I’m kind of a fan. I’m just terrible at figuring them out. I’m also weirdly not bad at writing some super dark stuff?? But I don’t like reading it at all.
8. What’s something you are most proud of about your work so far?
Winning NaNo. Between November and Camp, I’ve won four times, and that is something that I can’t even fathom sometimes.
9. Badly describe your WIP(s) in one sentence.
Immortal guy who’s so #Done with everything gets roped into helping save the world. Again.
10. Why did you want to be a writer?
Books have had such an impact on me my whole life. I want to share the stories I’ve had in my head my whole life and entertain people with them. Particularly after reading Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann, I really completely understood how powerful it can be to see yourself reflected on the page. I cried three times while reading that book, and I want to facilitate that feeling for others.
If you read this, feel free to do the thing!
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bittertomato · 6 years
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BE READY FOR THIS ASK (hope i didn't get too excited with the 23 asks i picked x) ) 1, 3, 5, 6, 11, 12, 14, 19, 20, 22, 23, 25, 26, 28, 30, 31, 32, 35, 38, 41, 47, 49 and FINALLY 50.
Holy skittles anon. This is going under the cut.
1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?
Contrary to how much I bitch about it, that infamous Sailor Moon fanfiction is not my first fic. It so happens to be Random Fit of Inoue Orihime that is still uploaded on FFN to this day. It’s a oneshot, but no I wouldn’t be able to reread it. I was a petty child who cared too much about ships and annoying characters.
3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?
Definitely Heart of Steel. Just because it’s my longest completed fic that is decently written.
5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?
Sometimes I go back just to reread Heart of Iron. It’s a little higher on the list than Heart of Steel just because it isn’t focused on ships, but rather Diana herself and developing some OCs who would become important later. And I thought the comparison between Diana and her father’s endeavors was pretty nice.
6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?
Every single one that I wrote before 2013. Yes, this includes the (more than one) Sailor Moon ones and the two oneshots only uploaded on FFN.
11. Have you ever written a fic for a concept you know someone else has done before? How did it impact your writing process or feelings after posting?
Uhhh, I probably have? Not to sound egotistical, but usually if I know someone has already written it and I’ve read it but still decide to write it, it means I’ve convinced myself that I can write it better because I wasn’t satisfied with what was out there. If anything, I probably had an easier time writing it because I had spite to fuel me.
Though I can’t remember any specific examples. My ideas are usually… entirely different from what fandom likes to put out (who else do you know likes to destroy Diana in both body and soul? Okay, there’s one author on AO3).
12. Have you ever written a fic and decided never to publish it? Why?
Yes, the infamous Sailor Moon one that I always bitch about. At the time I thought it was pretty decent and the only reason why I never published was because I wanted to finish its sequel first. Too bad my desktop died and I lost half of what I had written for the sequel, losing motivation to keep writing, and just ended up letting the document sit somewhere in my hardrive for almost a decade.
To be honest, I don’t even know where it is anymore. My friend might still have a copy of it, but it’s not on my current computer.
Then there are the numerous WIPs sitting in my Google Drive…
14. What’s the biggest change in your taste between when you started in fandom and today?
I started off focusing on the action-heavy and pairing stories (coming from the Bleach and Inuyasha fandoms). It doesn’t mean I don’t fixate on them now. But I’m more keen on stories that have decent plot ideas and good characterization. Also with some character introspection craftily woven in.
What hasn’t changed is my obsession with hurting my favorite characters physically :P
19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?
Huh. Um, maybe the scene when Diana gets out of bed in the middle of the night and gets attacked in Act III.iv. of Heart of Steel? I think the psychological discomfort stands out compared to the physical injuries I usually write.
20. Have/Would you ever rewrite a fic? If yes, would you take the original down?
My LWA ones are so recent that I think they’re fine as they are. The other two are so bad that they aren’t worth the time. It’s the reason why I haven’t taken them off; they’re just there as silly little things I wrote a long time ago that showcases my writing progress after so long.
22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed?
(I’m not sure if I should be tagging the users so they’ll be left untagged).
SilverSupa left a review and kudos on Heart of Steel and I had to refresh the page to convince myself this was real. I was also dead surprised when Hana liked smile for you a few weeks ago. They’re two of the titans in the LWA fandom whose writing choices are drastically different from mine. So I was surprised they even noticed my stories.
But really, practically anyone.
23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?
Answered here.
25. What constructive criticism, however well-meaning, always makes you feel bad when you see it in a review?
Pretty much any constructive criticism because my self-confidence is that low.
Disparities or imbalances of certain elements that I use in my stories is a light one. I know I don’t give Akko the same treatment as Diana simply because she’s not as much of a fav, but I’ll acknowledge that Diana ends up with the brunt of the work for most of my writing despite Akko being the more impulsive one, as well as LWA’s main protagonist anyway. This I’m trying to fix in Heart of Titanium so maybe someone can let me know my progress once we get to it?
Characterization is the largest one. It always kills me when someone brings that up. Not just that characters are OOC, but if I’ve written OCs as bland and difficult to distinguish. Though the only reason why I get so upset is because I know they’re right and I’m the type of person who hates being wrong XD
It doesn’t mean I ignore these types of constructive criticism. If anything, I take it more into consideration. Better to get something than none at all XD
26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?
Definitely characterization.
28. If you could only ever write for a single crossover or a single fandom again, which would you pick?
If I wanted a crossover, can I cheat and say that super colossal crossover between Frozen, Fate, Carmilla, and To aru that I can never write? Because that’d be amazing.
In all seriousness, probably the To aru fandom (specifically the Railgun side). It’s still ongoing so I have source material to keep me sated. I still have to write some Ace and Queen damn it. This is the fandom I’ll be jumping back into after LWA (if only Diana would let me gooooo).
30. Do you continue to write for a fandom after you’ve moved on or do you focus solely on the new one?
Focus solely on the new ones. I haven’t left the To aru or Fate fandoms so those don’t count. But I’m so detached from Carmilla, Sailor Moon, Bleach, Frozen, Inuyasha, and many others that I don’t think I’ll ever go back to them. The countless WIPs I have of those fandoms will never get finished.
31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right?
In my opinion, all of them. I’m not even satisfied with Diana to be honest.
32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?
This isn’t even a canon character, but my OC Daniel Reinhardt. In my quest to turn him from an asshole to a decent person, he somehow got the best character development in all of the “Mending Hearts” series. I end up trying a lot more for other characters (Diana included) and don’t get the same level of satisfaction in the end product that I do with Daniel.
35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?
Nah. Usually if the ship was meant to be, I would have planned it way before. The closest I think that can apply for this question was my early draft for Heart of Iron. It wasn’t supposed to be a multi-chapter story leading to an endgame Diakko later on, but just one decently-long fic focused on Diana. Then I decided to write Heart of Steel with Diakko so I had to somewhat hint at Diana having feelings for Akko in Heart of Iron.
38. Have you ever purposefully written something you know your readers would find uncomfortable/would not enjoy? If yes, why?
Surprisingly all the time. The main problem is because I just cannot NOT include OCs. The other is because of my idea choices.
Random Fit of Inoue Orihime is a oneshot that purposefully bashes Inoue Orihime. I even have a warning in the summary.
I’m With You is another oneshot crossover between Bleach and Detective Conan that hints at a possible Ran x Ichigo pairing that I know makes no sense. I wrote it because why not.
The ENTIRE “Mending Hearts” series is just me destroying Diana in more ways than one. Literally no other story besides possibly one author on AO3 goes to this extent. LWA seems like a pretty lighthearted fandom so I was skeptical about the reception.
But I’m the reader who wanted this. And since there were none that satisfied me, I said fuck it and wrote it anyway. Surprisingly, I got a way better reception than I thought I would.
41. If you cross-post your fics on multiple sites, do you have a favorite? Are there certain fics you would only post on certain site?
I personally like AO3 better because it gives you the option to leave kudos and easily see the stats for one story without going to the actual statistics page. It also lets you include strike throughs and add hyperlinks and images.
Random Fit of Inoue Orihime and I’m With You do not deserve to go on AO3. Those days are over.
@idunscrewedup and I have an AU Railgun idea we’re collaborating. I think once I get to that after LWA I’ll only post it on Tumblr, if I post it at all. It’s too heavy on OCs for me to bother putting it on FFN and AO3.
47. If someone you know in real life who isn’t involved in fandoms asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?
I’d be too embarrassed lol. I get around this by saying “this is based heavily on a certain series so you’d have to watch/read it to understand some background first” so then they give up haha.
49. Has anyone in your life ever read your fanfic just because you wrote it?
Other than Bandit, @haveyouheardmymonalisa read the first few chapters of Heart of Iron and even watched LWA just for me. Even though the show is definitely not her cup of tea haha. Amazing friends.
And I guess most of my readers who have read my other works? I know @mikatchu found me through Dianakko week last year. Maybe some of my other readers did too?
50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?
I’ve met some amazing supporters since I got back into writing. Every review and/or comment brightens my day no matter for how short. I love you all~
It’s also a fun hobby to have. So instead of wasting my time sleeping or doing nothing, I end up practicing my fictional writing skills. The downside is that I prioritize writing over everything else…
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11 Questions
I was tagged by both @jiyamarrii & @chasethesun18 to do this, so I’ll be answering 22 questions. But I love these things so I’m totally okay with it LOL. Anyway, let’s get started!
Laura’s Questions
1. Marvel or DC? TV-Verse or Film-Verse? Why? — The easy answer to this question is that I like all superhero stuff. I tend to watch more Marvel, but I’m a big fan of both. MCU? Yes please. Smallville? Sign me up. I haven’t watched the Marvel Netflix shows yet, but I really want to. Cloak and Dagger on Freeform is pretty good so far! I watched the first two seasons of Arrow and most of the Flash, but since the CW added all the other DC shows to their programming, I’ve been a little overwhelmed, but they’re still good! So yeah, long story short, I like it all :)
2. I’m looking for new TV shows to watch. Recommend me a show and tell me why you think I’d like it. — I can’t remember if you’ve watched Gilmore Girls or not, but I recommend it to everyone who wants something funny and heartwarming, but heartbreaking sometimes, too. Lorelai is my SPIRIT ANIMAL. Otherwise, I recommend Lost in Space on Netflix if you’re into Sci-Fi stuff (it’s also funny, and the characters are amazing). One Tree Hill is amazing if you’re into soapy teen dramas (like 90210 or Gossip Girl). The awesome thing about OTH though, is that it’s obviously drama, but it deals with other serious topics and it isn’t bitchy like GG. The characters are all different in their own way, and it’s my favorite teen drama show of all time.
3. Watch a random episode of Timeless. Tell me your opinions on the episode and I’ll try to guess which episode you watched. — Okay, so I know each episode like the back of my hand, so let’s go. It’s my second favorite episode of the entire show. The music is A+. (You’ve probably already guessed it by now lolol.) It has one of my top 5 favorite Lucy outfits. I’ve seen this episode so many times I’m pretty sure I can almost recite it word for word (and I’m not sorry about that).
4. Do you have a skin care routine? If yes, what is it? — Not really. I don’t use much on my skin to tell you the truth. I use the St. Ives Blackhead Clearing green tea scrub every other day, and once in a while I’ll use a Biore charcoal pore strip. Other than that I don’t use anything.
5. What are your favorite pair of shoes? Why? — This might sound completely childish, but I LOVE my shoes that have daisies on them. I got them at Payless, and they’re Minnie Mouse brand, but they’re black with little daisies printed on them and I love them so much. I need a new pair soon because they’re a few years old and they’re worn, but I love them to death.
6. What is your phone wallpaper? What is your desktop wallpaper? — My lock screen on my phone is a picture I found on Google Images of Timeless. It’s blue and has the Time Team and the Timeless logo with a cloud. My home screen on my phone is a cotton candy-esque background. My desktop wallpaper is the Timeless edit I made with the Taylor lyric “Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it.”
7. If you could have dinner with one person, dead, alive, or fictional, who would it be and why? — I really want to say Lorelai Gilmore (or anyone from Gilmore Girls, honestly..) for this one. Eating at Luke’s Diner? Yes. Please. I’m all in.
8. What’s your favorite smell? Why? — This is very oddly specific, but I have this notebook that I got for Christmas last year. And every book/notebook/paper smells good, but THIS NOTEBOOK. It’s my favorite kind of paper smell. I know, it’s weird, but it’s amazing. Otherwise I love lemon, vanilla, and peppermint scents and the smell of the grill when we grill hamburgers/hot dogs.
9. Do you have any tattoos? If yes, what are they? Do you regret any of them? — I do not have any tattoos, but I want to get one in the near future.
10. What is your horoscope for today? —  Jun 11, 2018 - You enjoy caring for others and you intervene regularly in their lives to guide them. Ironically, today you're the one who needs advice. You'll probably need to get away from it all in order to get a clear view of your own life, Leo. You could even decide to make the necessary arrangements for a trip abroad.
11. Beards: Yes or No? — UM YES.
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(OBVIOUSLY I NEEDED TO INCLUDE WYATT’S MAGICAL BEARD)
I also love Xavier from No Tomorrow, Hugh Jackman, and John Krasinski. Their beards are also pretty magical.
Ryan’s Questions
1. If a book becomes a movie do you read it or watch it first? — Most of the time I don’t realize a movie was a book until after I see it. And then I always end up liking the movie better. (IE the Twilight saga) I always try to read the book first, but sometimes I’ll just watch the movie. 
2. What’s your favorite Disney movie? — OOH OKAY LET’S GO. Tangled is my favorite all-animated Disney movie. Meet the Robinsons comes at a second. Enchanted is my all-time favorite Disney movie EVER. My Favorite Martian is my favorite all-non-animated Disney movie. Also The Princess Diaries comes at a close second.
3. If you could have one superpower what would it be? — If I got to choose I would want to have telekinesis. Matilda has solidified that dream LOL.
4. Do you believe in soul mates? — I’m not sure, to tell you the truth. I don’t like to think that there’s only ONE person in the entire world that I’m meant to be with, and that they’re my other half. I mean, it’s a nice concept, but also I feel like I would just be too worried that I won’t ever meet my soulmate because it could literally be anyone in the entire universe. I’m meh on the subject.
5. What’s your happiest memory? — Honestly I think my most happy memories are when I was really little, like in early elementary school? Like, ages 5-11 is when I think I was most happy. And don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy now and whatever, but I have more responsibility now and I was more carefree back then. One memory that sticks out is Christmas of 2010. I got my DSi XL and I was at my grandparents house with all of my cousins. We played around on the DS and took pictures, and I still have them saved on it. The very first picture I ever took on it. It was just such a happy time for me, and I love thinking back on it.
6. Most embarrassing memory? — I threw up in front of my entire classroom in 4th grade. It was terrible. And it happened so long ago, but I still can’t get over the fact that there are people my age who saw me throw up on the floor of our classroom. Nope. Let me go hide forever LOL.
7. Where do you see yourself in five years? — I don’t really like to plan that far ahead into the future, but in five years I’d like to be moved out of my parents’ house and working on getting my book published. (I’m still working on writing it at the moment, so hopefully I’ll be done with it by then and in the process of finding it a home.)
8. Who is/has been the most influential person in your life? — I have to go with my parents on this one. But only personality-wise. I’m not interested in what my parents do for a living, but I try to model my work-ethic and values after them. I’ve obviously grown my own personal tastes, but I see more of myself in them every day and I’m very proud of that.
9. If you could time travel to the start of this year and tell yourself something what would you tell yourself? — You won’t have everything figured out yet, and that’s okay. You’ll be pressured, but take things at your own pace. There’s nothing wrong with taking time to figure things out, no matter what everyone is telling you. You’ll get to where you want to be, you just have to take your time, and set your own pace.
10. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? — Wow, okay, this is going to sound lame. Are y’all ready? I stole a toy camera from Goodwill when I was, like, 6. I wanted it but I didn’t think my dad would let me, so I hid it in my coat pocket and never told anyone. That was literally the first thing that came to mind.. 
11. What’s your favorite thing about yourself? — I love that I don’t waver in my enjoyment of things. My sister mainly, always makes fun of me for wearing what I wear, for reading, and for listening to the kind of music that I listen to, but I’m very proud of all of those things and I don’t let it bother me. Yeah, it gets annoying when she tells me my taste in music sucks, but I will very happily listen to Two Weeks Late by Ashley Monroe at a high volume and sing along proudly. No shame. As Jessica Day so proudly states, “I break for birds! I rock a lot of polka-dots. I have touched glitter in the past twenty-four hours. I spend my entire day talking to children. And I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. That’s just weird and it freaks me out. And I’m sorry I don’t like Murphy Brown, and I hate your pantsuit; I wish it had ribbons on it or something to just make it slightly cuter. And that doesn’t mean I‘m not smart and tough and strong.” 
Thanks for the tag, guys! This was fun :)
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25 Question Tag
I was tagged by the amazing, beautiful, talented, wonderful, awesome @pandazcupcake 💜💜💜💜
Question 1: Do you have any pets?
Sorta... My dad owns a little mini poodle and she is pretty freaking cute when she’s not barking endlessly at nothing.  My roommate also owns a dog.  I think it may be like a black lab mix, but she is seriously so precious.  Also, pretty needy but I still love her 💜
Question 2: Name 3 things that are physically close to you.
My laptop, my candy pouch (because I own enough candy that there is a pouch for it), and he heated blanket (the best creation)
Question 3: What is the weather like right now?
Freaking cold as HEX! The sky is grey, it’s really calm, but still COLD AS HEX! There’s even a little bit of snow to prove it.
Question 4: Do you drive? If so, have you crashed?
Yes, I do and I have crashed one time.  It was rush hour in a busy city and I didn’t stop quick enough, so I ran into someone.  My car was done for, but their car barely had a scratch on it.  I felt awful for a really long time, and I never wanted to drive again, but I had to, so I sucked it up and just moved on.  That’s the only time though and it was over a year ago, so yeah, this was a long explanation.
Question 5: What time did you wake up this morning?
I woke up at like 7:45 but I fell back asleep at 8:30 and woke up again at 11 :)
Question 6: When was the last time you showered?
Yesterday morning
Question 7: What was the last movie you saw?
While you were sleeping, while my mom was actually sleeping.  You bet the next day when she asked if I finished the movie, I definitely made the joke, “I finished While you were sleeping” dang I’m funny :)
Question 8: What does your last text message say?
Idk where my phone is, because I have sort of finished caring about it, so it was probably asking my stepmom what my dad wanted for Christmas.  This was yesterday, though, because I am a late gift buyer :D
Question 9: What is your ringtone?
I’m unoriginal.  It’s just the default ringtone that comes with the phone.
Question 10: Have you ever been to a different country?
Yeah, actually.  That’s the perk of having an English dad :)  I’ve been to Canada, England, Scotland, Wales (idk if these three all count for the UK or not), France, Netherlands, and I think we went to Austria when I was like really really little, but my sister doesn’t think so, so that’s a maybe.
Question 11: Do you like sushi?
I’ve only tried sushi once, when I was visiting a news station and the guest was making crab sushi, but that is the only time I’ve ever had it.  I’m always up for trying new things, though.
Question 12: Where do you buy your groceries?
Usually the grocery store in my town called Dillons
Question 13: Have you ever taken any medication to help you fall asleep faster?
No.  I am REALLY good at falling asleep fast (it’s a blessing and a curse), but I’m sure that I have taken some medicine before that made me drowsy, just not specifically sleep medicine.
Question 14: How many siblings do you have?
I have one full sister and she is older than me (I call her sister christian), then I have one younger half brother from my mom (I call him boy), and a younger half sister from my dad (I call her bean)
Question 15: Do you have a desktop computer or laptop?
Laptop
Question 16: How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
22, but I have to wait a full year for that to happen.
Question 17: Do you wear contacts or glasses?
Contacts, because I apparently have TERRIBLE vision, but my glasses give me extreme headaches.
Question 18: Do you color your hair?
I used to get highlights when I was little, but about 5 years ago I got my hair colored brown and I haven’t colored it since, so my hair is now fully natural (and way too freaking long.)
Question 19: Tell me something you are planning to do today.
Well, I already started working on ANOTHER Taegi one-shot, because apparently I can not get enough Taegi and thoughts keep coming to my head. But in a little bit I’m going to start the next chapter to my long Taegi au. Other than that, eat and sit in the comfort of my heated blanket.
Question 20: When was the last time you cried?
I almost started crying from laughter last night, because my family kept making jokes and I laugh at seriously everything, but real cry as in sadness to the point of crying was December 18.
Question 21: What is your perfect pizza topping?
I love pizza and I love things on pizza, but it seriously changes every time i get it.  So, I guess I will say just regular beef pizza, but with stuffed crust (stuffed crust is always needed and if you haven’t tried it I am SO sorry!)
Question 22: Which do you prefer, hamburger or cheeseburger?
Cheeseburger, because cheese.  Nuff said.
Question 23: Have you ever had an all-nighter?
I was only capable of doing it once and it was when I was in high school and it was during summer time.  I stayed at a friend’s house and we just talked until 10 a.m. when I went home and immediately fell asleep.  I woke up at about 8 p.m.  that day and still went back to bed 2 hours later.  I told you I’m really good at sleeping.
Question 24: What is your eyes color?
Blue, but with brown around the pupil.  It looks kinda cool to me...
Question 25: Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?
Absolutely, and I don’t think I know anyone who can’t.  I like Pepsi better, but if they don’t have pepsi I always order coke.  I’m not really that picky when it comes to the two.
These are always so fun.  I really do love these a lot.  AAAAANYWAYS, I’m gonna tag a few of my home skillet biscuits (ignore that phrase, I’m being cringey again) @mintynim @the-fandoms-are-watching-you @bts7bst @goldenmina @softmintyoongi @canyoucallthiswriting @minyccngii and all of those who wants to do it!!!!!!! (If you’ve done it already then, i sorrY! I JUST LOVE YOU OKAY?💜💜💜💜)
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Texas Lt. Gov. Ripped For Saying Seniors May Be Willing To Die For The Economy
Twitter users are calling out Texas Lt. Gov. Dan Patrick for claiming that “lots of grandparents out there” are willing to take a chance against the COVID-19 coronavirus in order to save the economy.
Speaking on Fox News, Patrick agreed with President Donald Trump’s proposal for a quicker end to the shutdowns that have stalled the economy. 
The closures and stay-at-home instructions are aimed at stopping the spread of the virus, especially to those most vulnerable, such as seniors, who make up 80% of all U.S. deaths.
But Patrick, who turns 70 next month, indicated he’s willing to put his own survival on the line in exchange for “keeping the America that all America loves” for future generations. 
“And if that’s the exchange, I’m all in,” he told Tucker Carlson, adding there are “lots of grandparents” who agree. 
“My message is that let’s get back to work, let’s get back to living, let’s be smart about it, and those of us who are 70-plus, we’ll take care of ourselves. But don’t sacrifice the country,” he said.
Twitter users were aghast at the notion of grandparents being sacrificed to the virus in the name of the economy: 
This kind of numbnuttery will kill people in Texas. Young as well as old. We need a state-wide shelter in place order to stop the spread of coronavirus and save hundreds of thousands of lives. https://t.co/C8r9Q7t2vs
— Beto O’Rourke (@BetoORourke) March 24, 2020
I love my grandparents very dearly and would not like to see them as human sacrifices at the altar of the stock market and did not realize this desire had to be actively defended! https://t.co/nRvtZ8ywnA
— Emma Baccellieri (@emmabaccellieri) March 24, 2020
Telling y’all, if Dan Patrick wants to sacrifice *himself,* that’s fine. When he begins volunteering *other people* to sacrifice themselves on behalf of the state, then that’s genocide. https://t.co/HOMy5L3Csp
— Brandon Friedman (@BFriedmanDC) March 24, 2020
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— pixelatedboat aka “mr tweets” (@pixelatedboat) March 24, 2020
To think Texans survived Jade Helm and transgender bathrooms only to be sacrificed by Dan Patrick himself. What a twist. https://t.co/D8YVqE6wf0
— Evan (@evan7257) March 24, 2020
I have to say, while the GOP’s dark, Shirley Jackson-esque plot twist isn’t entirely unexpected, that the primary victims would be a significant part of Trump’s base is certainly a surprise. https://t.co/B5ZwOx62TN
— Radley Balko (@radleybalko) March 24, 2020
.@DanPatrick Do I have to choose which one of my grandparents to sacrifice, or do they do that for me? Is there a test they take? Maybe a panel of people who assess which ones can survive the longest?
— Bradley P. Moss (@BradMossEsq) March 24, 2020
Pump Up the Curve – Dan Patrick https://t.co/JKY3kaHGDO
— John Fugelsang (@JohnFugelsang) March 24, 2020
Hello it’s me a principled conservative and I am here to say why wait for grandma and grandpa to die in the pandemic when we can start hunting them for sport today
— Mariya Alexander (@MariyaAlexander) March 24, 2020
2010: Conservatives freak out over “death panels.”
2020: Conservatives endorse reality version of “Logan’s Run.” pic.twitter.com/7SiDNL7VrM
— Daniel W. Drezner (@dandrezner) March 24, 2020
I’d prefer to keep my one remaining grandparent, thanks. https://t.co/6K0s1l6IuS
— Lindsey Adler (@lindseyadler) March 24, 2020
Also, that’s the same guy who loses his shit about trans people existing, always going on about how it’s the government’s duty to protect people from the imaginary threat of trans people in bathrooms… now being like “Well, sorry, grandma’s gotta go for the sake of the market”
— Parker Molloy (@ParkerMolloy) March 24, 2020
2016: “Let’s make America great again!”
2020: “If hundreds of thousands of you have to die for us to have a lot of brands of cereal, I guess that’s just the way it is” https://t.co/hGKaqpvDwK
— Mike Drucker (@MikeDrucker) March 24, 2020
“Screw the masks & ventilators and start printing up those “I’D DIE FOR THE DOW!” t-shirts for Florida’s nursing homes!”
— Scott Linnen (@ScottLinnen) March 24, 2020
Die for the Dow. https://t.co/9FIjpWTIur
— Cameron Johnson (@cameronjawesome) March 24, 2020
Hey Memaws and Pawpaws, Texas Lt. Gov. Dan Patrick thinks it’s better for you to die than for the stock market to crash. You ready to die for the Dow? https://t.co/nzkjL84Pl1
— Leanne Potts (@TheRealMLPotts) March 24, 2020
YOU CANT BE A PRO LIFE REPUBLICAN AND ALSO WANT PEOPLE TO DIE FOR THE DOW JONES
— my king is andrew yang (@yang2020fangirl) March 23, 2020
after spending a single week inside, right-wingers are asking you to consider letting grandma die so their favorite Cheesecake Factory reopens. drinking bottomless margaritas on some cruise ship called “Mermaid Of The Seas” is a life or death issue for them
— Brendan Karet
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(@bad_takes) March 24, 2020
thank God none of our grandparents watch FOX News https://t.co/wJnHbV6ot1
— Matt Oswalt (@MattOswaltVA) March 24, 2020
I strongly resist duplexes being built in my neighborhood bc it would ruin its historic character also I’m ready to die for the Dow
— Jason Goldman (@goldman) March 24, 2020
I don’t often go wild here but fuck this, I’m sorry. This is sickening, pure and simple, beyond the type of shit you’d see as a cynical joke in dystopian fiction. Asking the elderly to sacrifice themselves for the economy – Dan Patrick and Tucker can fuck all the way off. https://t.co/1TKserPuzk
— Steve Orlando (@thesteveorlando) March 24, 2020
Amazing how they’ll die for the Dow Jones to save their grandchildren but won’t do anything to stop the planet from melting https://t.co/eD0RdFyWLd
— lights out (@countdown2march) March 24, 2020
*taptaptap*
Hi, 1st gen/naturalized Texan here.
DAN PATRICK IS A DELUSIONAL PIECE OF GARBAGE.
Protect your Ma-Maws and your Pa-Paws.
Por favor, protege a tu abuelas y abuelos.
STAY THE HELL HOME for as long as you can. #COVID19 #coronavirus #StayHome
— Tanya 수정 Tarr (@nerdette) March 24, 2020
Genocide is the destruction of a national/ethnic/racial/religious group in whole or in part, but shouldn’t it cover the preventable deaths of an entire generation? Because Dan Patrick, monster, thinks this’d be noble for the sake of a near work of fiction called “the economy”. https://t.co/7kds1BVylM
— Their Excellency Elan Morgan
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