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spiritofjustice · 21 days

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for the fics writing ask that i forgot abt until just now; 1, 13, 27, 28, 51, 78 :3

Fanfiction Writing Asks

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

I spend a lot of time daydreaming, yes, which is why I feel so insistent upon jotting down all of my ideas so I can refer to them later. Sometimes, the turnaround can be rather quick if I have the motivation AND time, but not always. Most of the time, I've been thinking about the scenes I write for a while before I have the chance to actually write them down.

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

It depends on whether I think I can focus or not. I CAN put on music while writing if my brain is able to just... not even process that I'm listening to something KRKF but if I notice it's there, then I can't think straight. The words get in the way of MY words. I don't think I've been listening to anything while writing recently, though.

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

I can bring it with characterization, if anything. I feel like I am very good at executing different characters and their personalities-- and making them seem distinct from each other. Which doesn't sound all that impressive, but it is kinda hard to do. Otherwise, I don't know. Doesn't everyone say they're good at dialogue? I'm good at dialogue, too, lol.

But I feel very confident about how I characterize, first and foremost.

28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

My narration / prose could be better at times. I get caught in clunkiness when I don't know how to transition scenes or establish a timeskip and I can feeeeeel how awkward it is. On that note, also awkwardness with mentioning something in narration without it feeling too explanatory. Like that you notice you're having something explained to you, I suppose. Sometimes I get it right, sometimes I don't.

I could also get better at ending chapters or things. I'm not often sure of what to say, which is why I lean heavy on ending chapters or things with a line of dialogue rather than narration.

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

Wow, that's a great question. As I've said before, I don't really read fanfiction. It just doesn't really interest me, but when I've been reading fic lately, it's all ship stuff and smut. Like that's usually the only reason I'll go after fic is if I wanna see some characters fuck NJBSDHJ If I find great writing or character studies therein, that's a bonus, though. I like copernicusjones's Black/bright fics because it balances sexual content with legitimately good writing and character studies, for example.

And, as I've said, I don't write romance. And I don't write smut really either. I posted one smut fic publicly one time and then got so embarrassed I orphaned it NJRFD and I had a short period a couple years where I wrote a good handful of fics for myself and then I stopped and never did it again. Not sure why lol. I'm not a romance writer or reader under most circumstances, though.

I haven't really answered the question yet properly, huh. Okay, let's think about the type of stuff I read in terms of actual, published works. I like literary fiction, or more ~highbrow~ type novels, but I don't necessarily need it to be lit fic to be good to me. I just want to have an emotional experience of some kind. I don't necessarily often want light, or fluff, or what we call "commercial" books. I like character studies, that kind of thing. Better yet if it's a character(s) just... fuckin... going THROUGH it.

Not always, but those books stick in my ribs the most. I gravitate often towards classics as well for similar reasons.

I can't be so arrogant as to compare my writing to literary fiction at this junction though JNSD

ANYWAYS, I like my writing and I do think my writing ultimately reflects the kind of things I value in writing overall. I've called my writing style "brutal character study" for a while and I think that's true lol. I want it to be character-driven and I want them to go through HELL before anything gets better!!!! I just find that fun, and it's what I come back to. I like putting a character through hell and seeing how they crumple-- and how they manage to continue, how they could potentially heal, or how this affects them from then on.

Stuff like that clicks with me, and I suppose that carries over to the books I read quite often. Maybe. Probably.

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

The basic desire to simply see this story be written because I want it out of my brain lol-- and my investment in the characters, of course. My writing is very driven by special interests, so I'm writing about characters I'm thinking about all day to begin with, and I need to have SOMETHING to show for it. My sheer love of characters is a better answer, then, I think. I just love the Character!! And I have all these ideas, so I simply must write some of them. Or try, at least.

#asks #brutalitybunny #Psy's replies #writing tag #thanks for sending!!

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pony-central · 8 months

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DrugFriend: I hope you haven't stirred up any noise while we were both upstairs, Baxter -

Baxter: Hello, Uncle DrugFriend! I got company! 😁

Dave Sides: 'Sup?

DrugFriend and Boyfriend: Oh, crap!

Baxter: I invited Dave over here to party! Let's all celebrate! If this doesn't get Uncle Sick Boyfriend to wake up, then I don't know what will! 😁

DrugFriend: Baxter, please don't do this to me! I dot wanna be held responsible for this! 😟

Baxter: Well, Uncle Sick Boyfriend didn't go fishing with me. So, this is my revenge.

DrugFriend: Dave, can you please promise me that you won't invite a ton of people over here? Sick Boyfriend really needs his beauty sleep, he's overworked! 😟

Dave: DrugFriendo, you have my word. I will not make any sounds whatsoever.

DrugFriend: Thank God.

Five minutes later

Steven Granite: WHOO! PARTY TIME, BOYS! LET'S WAKE ALL THE LADIES UP! WHOO HOO! 😆

Soda: Heh. This place seems cool. Do you know where the bathroom is? My pants are looking pretty damp right now. You know, sometimes the denim fabric gets stuck to my inner thighs, near where my pee pee is, so I have to ask my girlfriend to cut my pants off.

DrugFriend: Listen here, Soda. I know we only just met, but can you stop talking about your toilet issues? It's grossing me out.

Soda: I'm only making a statement, Little Drug Boy. You may also know that I have a tendency to belch after five seconds, since consuming soft drinks gives me bubbles in my guts. It may also result in gastrointestinal issues, since I learned that the hard way a decade ago.

(Soda drinks a can of Pepsi to demonstrate. DrugFriend then smells something suspicious)

DrugFriend: Oh, dear God! What in the world is that repulsive odour?! 😫

Soda: Oh, right. I forgot to tell you that I had a Taco Bell for supper last night and for breakfast this morning. So, my farts are very toxic. You may wish to leave the room before it becomes Area 51 in here. LOL.

Sick Patrick: I want a Krabby Patty!

Boyfriend: *sobbing* Please. Just leave me alone.

Sick Patrick: I'm hungry.

Boyfriend: I said leave me alone! 😫

Nathan: Yo, DrugFriend! When's the fucking pizza arriving?! I'm getting very impatient! I'm so impatient that my armpits have grown forests.

Naughty PonyCentral: Nathan, be patient.

Nathan: Babe, you KNOW that I have zero patience!

Sick Patrick: I'm not hungry anymore.

Boyfriend: Then WHY. DID. YOU. WANT. A. FUCKING. BURGER?!

Sick Patrick: Calm down, mate.

DrugFriend: Oh, Jeez. I really hope that Sick Boyfriend doesn't wake up.

(Sick Boyfriend rushes downstairs. He looks pissed off)

Sick BF: WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?! WHY IS EVERYONE BEING SO NOISY?! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!! 😡

Rufus: Is he OK?

Gerald H. Backington: I'm not sure.

DrugFriend: Now, Sick Boyfriend... If you can just calm down for a bit...

Sick BF: Everyone who isn't DrugFriend Baxter, or Boyfriend, I have one thing to say.

Naughty PonyCentral: What is it?

Sick BF: You can stay, too. As for everyone else...

(suspense)

Sick BF: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!! YOU ALL INTERRUPTED MY BEAUTY SLEEP!!! YOU SICK FUCKS!!! 😡

China SpongeBob: Just so you know, you're not coming to CHINA anytime soon! 😑

Sick BF: I'm not done yet. DrugFriend... I NEED TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!!! 😡

Boyfriend: Oh, crap. 😟

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noirineverysense · 2 years

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Masterlist

Takes place between ACP 2 and 3

Zak's having a day he'd describe as somewhere between finding 20 quid on the ground and finding an alien. Not the best day ever, but still pretty good.

His mechanics teacher had held up his project as an example to the class and he beat the guy who he sits next to in literature class at basketball, a sport he's only tried out last week. Maybe being a mutant helped? Nah, he's just good.

He's about to sit in the cafeteria, his tray of a pizza slice and a drink in his hands. He spots his art class friends and goes to sit with them. But he pauses and notices the table behind them, a girl with red hair and green eyes sat alone on her phone, ignoring everyone else, even her sandwich. He decides to go talk to her, eating lunch alone probably sucks.

He walks over and stands at the edge of the table. "Mind if I sit here?"

She looks up before waving a hand, then turning back to her phone. Zak frowned, maybe she didn't want him to bother her. He decides to sit down anyway.

"So, how was your day?"

"Is this just going to be small talk? Because you can go back to your friends if it is."

He blinks, "How do you know I -"

"I was watching you. I mean, not really watching you. But I have good vision."

There's a mean thought in his head that he shakes off, "Right. What do you wanna talk about then?"

She shrugs, "What are you into?"

"Me? Drawing, building things. I guess aliens too."

She raises a brow, "Aliens huh? Like Area 51? Give over."

"It's true! Aliens are real. You just don't get it."

"Whatever, I'm more into werewolves."

He shifts in his seat a little and lets out a nervous laugh. "Oh and why's that?"

"Because I am one."

Zak stares blankly for a few seconds before his mind processes her words, "A what?"

"I'm a werewolf! You know, furry ears, sharp claws, howls at the moon. A werewolf!

People around them on other tables fall silent and listen in on their conversation. Zak grits his teeth.

"Stop saying that."

"Why? Is it a swear word? I'm not a swearwolf!" She says too loudly, then laughs even louder.

There's murmurs of 'what did she just say?' and bursts of laughter. Zak gets up from his chair and grabs her wrist, pulling her out of the canteen.

"Hey! What's your problem huh? You wolfist or something?"

He walks into a unisex toilet and lets go of her wrist. He scans her face, frowning at her. Maybe she's just being weird. Maybe she's a furry, like Trevor from maths. Maybe-

"Boo!" Claws flick out of her fingers and her eyes burn gold. Zak jumps back and his back hits the sink. She laughs out.

Zak pushes himself off the sink and watches her, "You-you're-"

This wasn't meant to happen, he was just going to go to college and act normal and everything would be fine. There wasn't supposed to be another mutant here.

"Who are you?" he asks, voice shaking.

"Marcy Abrahams." Her arm covered in an orange woolen over jacket extends a hand.

He shakes his head, "You can't be here."

"Oh come on. You're one too right? That's why you're acting out. Show me. Go on."

"This isn't about me! You can't just do this! Everyone's going to find out! You have to keep it a secret."

"What, no one's going to believe me anyway. Who cares?"

He sighs and leans back against the sink. "There are people who will very much believe you. And would very much like to get their hands on you. So no more transforming, talking about wolves or anything. Do you understand?"

She seems to consider his words before her eyes turn back to a deep green and her claws detract. "Fine. But only because I want us to be friends. I'm not scared about being found out and neither should you."

"You should be." he mutters and makes a mental note to call Rosie about this later, "But for now, keep it a secret."

The bell for the next class rings and he moves toward the door .

"Wait. Show me your transformation then. Don't leave me hanging."

He freezes. "I can't." he says quietly.

She blinks, "What, do you mean like, you can't do it on command?"

Heat rises to his face and she smirks.

"He can't do it on command!" she announces with a grin and he shushes her.

"What did I just say?"

"Sorry," she says with a laugh, "Anyway we'll be late, come on!"

She rushes out of the door and he sighs, following behind her. He had a sense that something bad is going to come from this but he shakes it off and goes to his next class.

#acp #zak's college days #trio of idiots arc #marcy :)

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 10

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of taboo relationship, partially undressed minor, mentions of blood, violence, raid, mentions of guns, slapping, mentions of Cherry being injured, jealous Gemma, mentions of stalking/restraining orders.

Gemma’s POV

"Can you believe the balls on that whore, showing up at the clubhouse?"

Luanne looked at me sadly, "Clay couldn't have known that would happen sweetie."

"So what," I growled, "The rules got broken. What happens on a run stays on a run. It does not show up and slap me in the god damned face."

I began to fan myself. I felt like I was melting.

"That shit doesn't happen to me,” I said nervously, looking at Luannn again, “Chris. She's so young."

"And dumb," Luanne replied, taking out a handkerchief, "And before she knows it she's gonna be old and wise like us."

"How am I supposed to handle this?" I questioned, feeling lower and lower about myself, "I just wanna rip his god damned heart out!"

My best friend began to take her handkerchief and dab at my forehead, before she got a look in her eye, "Estrotol, Solution 15. It's magic. I'll get my guy to get you a subscription."

"I didn't come to you for a diagnosis, Lu."

"Sure you did," she laughed, "you're lucky baby. My walls went dry at 45."

"I'm 51. I'm not ready for this!"

She laughed and began to try and dab at my forehead again.

"UGH. Stop. Fine. I'll go."

She laughed and texted her guy. We continued to bullshit for a few more minutes before she told me it was ready to pick up at the pharmacy.

The next thing I remembered I was being hauled into the police station by the cops. Clay was sitting in the interrogation room, "What the hell is he doing here?"

"Feds are grillin him," the officer said, “club shit…you know the drill, Gem.”

I got to the area right before booking when I heard the door slam open.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?"

I turned to see my husband, and the anger came back, "SAME THING YOU DID. Nailed some little tart from Nevada."

"Like I don't got enough shit oozing out of my ears. YOU GOTTA DO THIS? Who's watchin’ our daughter? JAX?"

"You should have thought about that before your dick went on a cheerleader hunt."

"HEY. I didn't tell her to come here."

"But she's here!"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT."

"And It's not my pussy," I growled. I watched Hale push Clay back into the room, and the officer sat me down at a desk to book me, “fucking asshole.”

It was quiet for a few minutes, before Alicia came in and looked at me. She had Mikey at her side, "David called me. Gemma what in the hell did you do?"

"Hale said you decked some bitch with a skateboard and broke her nose, is that true gramma?" Mikey asked.

"MIKAYLA!"

"Yeah," I sighed, "I got her good."

"They are taking her to St. Thomas, but Tara told me she's not pressing charges."

"Damn right she's not," I growled, "she came to my territory."

"MOM!"

I looked at Alicia, "what, do you want me to apologize for hitting that little tart after she slept with your father?"

"Mom I do-"

"No, Alicia. That's what happened. She slept with your father and has been hanging around town ever since."

"She's not even into dad. Filip told me that what dad did was because Half Sack made some choice comments bout you. That stupid sweetbutt wants Kip."

I looked at my daughter hesitantly, "what?"

"When Juice was throwing her off the lot. Mikey said she kept asking for Half sack, because she wants to be with him. She's not here for dad."

"That little bitch," I growled, "if she thinks she can just get away with lying and saying she wants the prospect just to get close to your father."

"Mom she doesn't."

"She really doesn't, grandma," Mikey said, piping up, "I was hanging out front with Mandy when Juice kicked her out. She said that she wouldn't leave town til she talked to the prospect. Guess when grandpa banged her, prospect took it hard. "

I watched my grand daughter for any sign that she may be lying. Last thing I needed was that little Nevada tart trying to slip into Clay's dorm room when I wasn't around.

"Alright," I sighed, admitting defeat, "I won't go after her if I see her. But if I so much as see her making a move on your father she-"

"MOM!"

I sighed, dropping the words I wanted to say. GOD DAMN IT.

Mandy’s POV

"I'm going upstairs," Jax said, tucking a binder under his arm, "let me know if you need anything."

I watched as my older brother climbed the ladder to the roof and I couldn't help but think. Where could they hide the guns? I went outside with a coke and sat at the picnic table.

"What are you thinking about kiddo?"

I shook my head at Tig, "it's probably nothing."

"You okay?"

I nodded, "yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I figure that you may be at odds after what your dad had you do with Kyle..." he sighed, "I didn't want you to have to do that."

"Honestly, I'm fine," I said. Tig gave me a sympathetic look and wrapped an arm around me. I laid my head on his shoulder, "can I ask you something though?"

"Anything."

"Do you think I'm just a kid?"

I could feel him shaking his head, "last time you were 'just a kid' you were 10. Then after everything with Missy...no. You grew up a while ago kiddo. Why do you ask?"

"Just trying to find my place in this world, I guess. I mean, I know I'm only 17 still, but I'm in college, and I started interning at St Thomas, at the morgue... Guess I'm just trying to figure this shit out."

"Well let me know when you do," he said, pulling me closer, "I'm an old man and I still don't know shit."

"Aww, but you're my favorite old man, Tigger."

He chuckled and Jax came bursting through the door, "the truck."

"What?"

"If we can get the guns in the sewage truck...that's how we get em out without ATF seein em," he said, making his way over to the guy checking the lines, “those fucking idiots won’t even have a clue.”

Me and Tig both got up and followed Jax around to where he was handing the driver a wad of cash.

"I'll be damned."

"Mandy grab some trash bags. We got work to do."

It was about an hour after we finished. I'd just laid down on mine and Juices bed after a hot shower. I could hear some noise outside. But I was too tired. I didn't get up.

Then someone burst through my door. It scared the fuck out of me.

Instinctively I grabbed the blankets and held them up against my body. The man kept coming towards me, but I began to yell at him to get the fuck out.

"I'm A MINOR. DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I yelled. The man looked terrified. He reached for his walkie and called for someone named June.

About two minutes into my Mexican standoff a woman in an ATF jacket and a bullet proof vest came in. She lightly pulled at the blankets, "you are wearing clothes under there, aren't you?"

I nodded, "yeah. It's just underwear...but I'm a minor. I don't want some creep touching me."

She nodded her head towards the door and the guy left. Her voice got soft, "you can tell me if they forced you to do this."

"What?" I asked, confused, "I'm Amanda Morrow. I practically live here. Nobody forced me to do anything."

"Ahhh," she smiled, "so you're Clays daughter."

"One of them."

"And you're in a biker's room half naked because?"

"It's my room. Not a bikers."

"Awful lot of guys stuff in here," she said, rather amused. She touched Juice's shirt. The one that I'd wear when he was on a run, "sure a guy doesn't stay here too?"

"So what, I let a biker put some of his stuff in here. Doesn't mean I'm sleeping with him."

She stopped thumbing through schoolbooks and turned to face me, "I didn't say you were sleeping with anyone."

I felt myself pale, but I tried to play it off, "whatever."

"Which one is it, I wonder," she said thoughtfully, "there are a few younger guys around. You don't seem like the type to fuck an old man. It's not your stepbrother...your older sister fucked him...and you don't look like the type to share."

I threw my blanket off my body and grabbed an extra pair of Juice's jeans, and the shirt, before throwing it on, "what do you want from me?"

"It's the one with the head tattoos, isn't it?"

"What?"

"The one that said I smelled nice," she laughed, "that's your biker, isn't it?"

"I don't have a biker," I growled in a low voice, “I’m not anyone’s old lady, bitch.”

"You're wearing his clothes," she smirked, leaning towards me, "If you're gonna argue woman to woman at least wear something that isn't his."

"You don't know shit, lady."

"Do you feel safer smelling like him?" she asked, digging her dagger a little further into my stomach, "does that biker fuck you? Or do you just wish he did?"

We eyed one another down, before I spat in her face. She chuckled and wiped it off before whipping around and backhanding me so hard, it knocked me off my feet.

I could hear footsteps coming my way. I ignored my stinging cheek and tackled her to the ground. Before I could throw any punches, I was pulled off. My squirming went unnoticed as a very large officer in SWAT gear practically dragged me outside. Through every room we passed I could see the officers tearing the clubhouse apart.

I began to laugh maniacally. 'June' followed the officer until we were outside. The larger officer sat me down on the bench behind the guys, who were all lined up facing the ground, and on their stomachs.

"You stupid bitch," I laughed, "you don't mean shit."

"I do," she smiled, "but you're just a kid who doesn't understand anything."

I spat in her face again and went to lunge at her, but a few officers were now holding my arms. When she looked at me this time, she didn't wipe away the blood-stained saliva.

"Jackson, do you know what I found out about your little sister?" she asked, not bothering to look back, "she and the biker with the head tattoos are shacking up. I found her naked in his bed."

"They fucking share a room, sweetheart," Jax said with a laugh, "they ain't into each other like that."

A few more of the guys laughed this time. The only one not joining in was Juice. He lay there, still as a board.

Alicia’s POV

"David," I asked, walking into his office, "can I speak with you?"

He nodded and waved me through. I closed the door behind me and sat down, "what is it, Alicia?"

"You need to get rid of Agent Kohn," I said simply, “now.”

"What?" he asked. He seemed to try and think of reasons in his head that I would ask, before a look of disbelief crossed his face, "Alicia, does this have to deal with the club?"

I shook my head, "No, I just...it's not my place to say."

"Well, you're going to have to give me a good reason to look into getting rid of Kohn. So far, he's been extremely helpful to this case. And it just looks like you trying to save your family's asses."

"That's not it at all," I replied. He looked at me, completely unassured of the situation, "I can't explain Tara's side, so you'll have to speak to her about it, but when I lived in Chicago, Kohn met me through work. My firm that I'd interned at had a few government contracts, and we had to deal with his office. You can look it up in casefile #IL26781-64380...my boss requested that he was removed because of 'personal reasons.' He tried coming onto me and I rejected his advances. So, he began stalking me. I have a restraining order against him. If it was a real case he was working then I’d step away, regardless of how it affected my family…but I think he’s rogue. You have to look into this Davey."

"What makes you think I'll believe you?"

"Because you're a good man," I sighed, standing up, "and a true cop at heart, so if there is a case, whether it's an active investigation or not...if something is off, you'll look into it."

I made my way to the door without him stopping me. When I'd stepped through the threshold, I heard him curse.

He'd been hooked.

There was no way he wasn't going to look into the history, and then look into his relationship with Tara. By the end of the day, he would go to Saint Thomas' and confront her.

I had excused myself for the rest of the day and made my way to the club. Chibs and a few other guys were trying to find a way to get the money they needed. They'd been working with the prospect for a few days to get him ready for the fights happening tomorrow. If he'd managed to make it through dad was sure they'd have their money.

"Hey love," Filip said, jumping off the apron of the boxing ring and coming over to me, “rough day ‘ere.”

"Where's the kids?" I asked, as he kissed my cheek.

"What, no love for me?" he asked, feigning hurt feelings. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him before pulling him into a kiss. A few of the guys whistled and cat-called us, “there she is. My little minx.”

"MMM," I giggled, "you know you get all of my love and then some."

"Well giggity," he chuckled, "let me kick the boys out of my dorm room an we can ave ourselves a nice little afternoon romp."

"You are too horny for your own good," I laughed, jokingly pushing him away from me, “some day it’s going to get you into trouble.”

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a lass with a tight ass," he winked. I raised a brow at him, and he and the boys erupted in a boisterous laugh, “yours, that is.”

I playfully smacked his hands away and turned towards the garage where Gemma was doing paperwork.

"Hey mom," I said, "Need any help today?"

She shook her head, "I'm just sorting through all this. I swear on the days we don't do anything the boys just pile this shit up."

"You're probably right," I laughed. I opened the door to the shop and walked in to see Lowell with Moby, "hey boys."

"Alicia," he smiled, "hey I uh cleared it with Gemma. She said it's fine to bring Moby by on my breaks. You don't think your dad will mind, will he?"

"Lowell, he loves you and Moby," I laughed, "I don't think he'd mind."

"Hi Miss. Alicia," Moby grinned from behind his dad, “I’m helping daddy!”

"Hi sweetie," I smiled, "are you being good for your dad?"

He laughed and hid behind him, "maybe."

"He's being good Alicia," he said, picking Moby up, and setting him on a barrel, "tell her how good you're doing in kindergarten. He can write his ABC's."

"OH my gosh," I smiled, running up and hugging him, "I'm so proud of you Moby. You know what that means?"

"Ice pops?"

"You got it kiddo," I giggled, tousling his hair, "do you want one Lowell?"

"Sure," he smiled, "thanks Alicia."

"Of course," I replied. I walked away from the boys to grab them some ice pops and ran into my dad as he was getting off his bike.

"What you ain't gonna say hi to your old man?"

"Hi dad," I yelled, not bothering to look back, "want an ice pop?"

"No," he yelled back as I opened the door to the clubhouse. Jax was sitting at the bar, holding Declan on one hip, and helping Cain eat a sandwich. I made my way past the boys, kissing each of them on the cheek.

"Hey, can the boys still stay at my place tonight?"

I nodded, "Yeah. It'll give me and Filip some alone time. You sure they'll be fine?"

Yeah," he said, "mom is gonna be there after she's done at the shop. They'll be fine."

"Okay," I replied, heading into the kitchen, very content.

This..this is my life.

Chapter 11

@Lohnes16, @evyiione

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spookymulderjr · 1 month

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The Unmasking of the Century

It was the day before my 18th birthday. I just learned recently that what was actually going on with me. I wasn't "training to develop your alien powers" that was only half of it, I was gonna be shipped out overseas to be a weapon of war. My codename they had given me was WMD, Weapon of Mass Destruction. I was shocked, disgusted, hurt, betrayed, angry..... I was lied to by the people I thought were trying to HELP me figure out who and what I was! I couldn't do it. So my plan was to hack into every broadcasting station out there I could muster and unveil what was happening to me. With the proof and evidence I had, which was ME and my body that was a weapon. But before I could do this I had to talk to one person, the one person who understood me. The one person I could trust in telling such a secret like this, my brother Peter Parker.....

"Hey Pete, can we talk for a sec" I said.

"Sure, what's going on" Peter asked.

I bit my lip, Peter looked at me with worry cause he's seen this face before, this was my anxious face. This was the same face I made after countless heartbreaks from exes but worse. It had to come out, I just blurted it out like a verbal geyser

"Okay you might not believe me about this but you know how I go away for the weekends and during spring breaks and the summer, pretty much anytime I'm not in school, well that's because I've been really training to be a weapon of war for the humans to use, I'm a fucking alien bro! And if I don't do what I'm gonna do tomorrow on my 18th birthday I'm gonna be shipped out to fucking Afghanistan or some shit and hurt people!!!" I shouted.

"Um what? I'm sorry are you okay Angel you sound ..." Peter said before I cut him off

"If you don't believe me, then how tf do I know you're Spiderman and the only person who knows about it is Mary Jane and me cause I can fucking read minds! It's one of my powers!" I screamed.

"You know that I'm Spiderman? And you didn't tell me!" He cried.

"If I told you your own secret it would have revealed mine and I had a strict NDA when it comes to this. They're hella serious at Area 51..." I said with tears coming to my face.

Peter hugged me which caused me to scream into his arms, I have had to keep this secret for almost 8 years at this point, it's hard to keep such a secret like this to your own brother. He held me until I stopped crying. It felt like a big weight lifted off my shoulders, the first taste of freedom I had ever.

"Whatever you need to do to get out of this I trust you, as long as you don't get hurt of course. You're my sister and I don't want to see you in pain like this ever again." Peter said wiping my tears from my eyes.

"Oh about that, I'm pretty much immortal so I can't get hurt psychically, emotionally and psychologically however" I laughed, which caused Peter to laugh. He knew even when I'm going through some dark times in my life I still had to find humor somewhere in it.

"Wait that means..."

"Yeah I cannot die. Ever. I don't wanna think about it either, cause knowing I'm gonna outlive you just makes me wanna die. Which that's another thing, I CAN die, but it has to be by my own hands. The species I am is very very anal when it comes to controlling our own bodies. So we cannot die unless we really really REALLY wanted to." I said.

"Tell me more about your species then, and how are we siblings are we half or?" he asked.

I then explained to him that yes we are full blooded siblings but I don't have human DNA like he does I have alien DNA instead. Like an Apple computer working on PC software instead of it's normal Apple software. And that I'm from Jupiter and I'm the queen of the entire planet. I explained I was made to repopulate my species cause they all died from a mass suicide from being under a gross tyrant dictator, the dictator kill himself too, but the humans had other plans for me and thus I'm gonna be a weapon of war. I told him about my species the Jovians aka Jupitiarians. And more about what had happened to me through cries and anger, but he was there listening and asking more questions.

It was when the clock struck midnight and I knew it was time for me to whistleblow this entire operation. Peter was by my side during the entire thing. He helped me with setting up my video camera to hook up to the tech I got to hack into all the broadcasting stations I could find in America. I sat on a chair in front of the camera and 3....2.....1

LIVE FROM THE PARKER RESIDENCE IN QUEENS NEW YORK, I BROADCAST TO YOU SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN HIDDEN UNDERNEATH EVERYONE OF YOUR NOSES! ALIENS ARE REAL! AND I'M PROOF OF IT! AND WE ARE BEING USED AS WEAPONS OF WAR FOR HUMANS! OUR TECH HAS BEEN STOLEN FROM US JUST TO END THE LIVES OF THOUSANDS OF INNOCENT HUMAN BEINGS! IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME HERE'S THE PROOF *eyes turn black and all the houses with the broadcast on their televisions blare with a high pitched ringing sound* YOUR OWN GOVERNMENT NOT ONLY STEALS FOR YOUR OWN SPECIES BUT THEY STEAL FROM MINE AND OTHERS LIKE ME! I'M NOT ASKING FOR ANYTHING JUST HERE TO TELL THE TRUTH BEFORE I AM SHIPPED OFF SOMEWHERE TO DESTROY LIVES WHO DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE DESTROYED! THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE AND I'M THE TRUTH INCARNATE! I AM QUEEN ANGELINA CHRISTY PARKER OF JUPITER AND LONG LIVE THE ALIEN QUEEN WHO'S HERE TO DESTROY THOSE WHO DESTROY OTHERS FOR THE SAKE OF GREED AND VANITY AND PURE INHUMANITY!!!

All across the nation, everyone watching was shocked, horrified, and couldn't believe their eyes. Was this a joke? They all thought, but the sound of the ringing and the blacks in my eyes, and the fact they all felt a sense of dread watching the broadcast said so otherwise. I had spoken my truth and it was for the world to decide to believe it or not. Peter was proud of me and he hugged me after I was done. He even told me that if J Jonah Jameson wants to talk to me about this, he'll tell him to fuck off for me.

But years had gone by, I had become stronger, everyone started to see I was the real deal. My brother became even prouder of the being I've become too. We ended up making a deal, if he sees any of the stuff I deal with going down, he's gonna swoop in with his web like "hey this guy's in your jurisdiction, gotta go deal with robbers and saving kittens outta trees!" Now at 31, 13 years later, my Hive has grown so much, I've invaded so many worlds, built so many connections to places that have no business being connected to. Everyone knows Queen Angel. But be not afraid of me, I come in peace unless you are the ones who I want to destroy. Cause as they say "there's always a bigger fish" and I am that fish.

#queen angel signing off #angel's self ship shit #familial f/o #spiderbro

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8.16.23 Wednesday

12:51 am

I feel that there is a conspiracy against me there in Iqor again...

I need help angels... I need help.... They are damaging my guts in English angels,that I had my speech and power during my teenage years... But being a call center agent is somehow weird and different, the conversation over the phone is different... I'm losing my self-esteem and confidence... Just like Pb Buffet of friends, if anyone of my angels watched it... There was a scenario where Pb Buffet was also worked as a call center agent but she didn't like the job and wasn't able to fulfill it, on the tv sitcom she left the call center right away... Pb Buffet was also a Biology graduate there in FRIENDS!

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1:03 am

I still have windblow trap... I'm aging and still hate this "deep smile lines" ...

I really wanna do this job, this fucking job and I wanna reach the "product manager" or own the company.... I feel that way...

My self-esteem is low in call center plus our life here now...Still, electric-less... But the brighter side of call center you can wear anything and you can be on third sex, you can have your own personal enhancement or surgery such as nose or boobs... I'm planning to have a dimple and make my nose perfect... I miss wearing boots. But... But there is a mystery in Iqor!

I saw a foreigner this afternoon in Montana before our training schedule at 3pm... I wonder what citizenship? Why?

Bella the transgender female was really sad and paranoid coz her bf committed a suicide last night, I asked him how??? Bella told me that he hanged himself for 20 minutes and now in the hospital and still unconscious...

I'm worrying coz Bella is possibly will do something bad on herself. She looks so depress... There is tendency that she will kill herself as well...

I wonder if there is a negative vibes in Iqor...

1:30 am

Uncle DD just brought an another sack of rice today and some eggs... But no ulam or meal for the rice...

7:29 am

This Uncle Jun went out already going to the forest of Georgia and Betsilog'z ( wearing a plastics coats?)...

This Uncle DD seems a mystery to me... That Aunt Karen left a paksiw na fish yesterday....Paksiw tastes more on sour and a bit salty....

I really need that job and I just wanna have my dimple and I wanna do Englihs2x and it gave complex on me if I can't do this job..

Yeah! It is break-up when it is about English... It depends if you are an american or businessman and having face? Nice and mature and gentleman... A genuine English speaking.

10:47 am

Thankful on Ely but strange action on his helping method on me... But I'm not mad of course...

I hate that Dell on radio station a girl DJ, I just don't like her ways of DJaying on the radio coz my Nana is listening now...

Let's go back on Ely my friend and neighbor here, it seems when I posted some pictures here from the previous days hmmm my analyzation probably he got intimidated and he wanted me to stop on my call center training... It will be just 5 days to go then I can have my first salary then I can pay him in a way... Or the usual way of Ely from 2 weeks ago, he always gave me a full assistance per week...

My point if you help a friend and you know that in few days to go that I can have my salary just for me to be able to continue my training and work,why will you put me on a hanging situation that you will tell me that I have no fundings now... It is so strange... Probably but I'm not sure that jealousy entered his soul.

These are my wave-mates...

Good thing bro.Rodel is there... We are together on the hiring recruitment area until the first day of training -work, we are together in the pantry with Romeo.

I got assistance from him for my last few days to run on to reach my salary day... Thanks for this good man...

Mia is a real mother, sweet and careful...

Champi nice but we had a bit argument yesterday about Lexa but today is an another day...

1:11 pm

I told this to Kuya Erning about different kinds of help and I know I posted it here from the previous months that sometimes a help of someone is not genuine....

1:45 pm

A funny life...

11:25 pm

This Uncle Jun left the faucet open outside... It is obvious angels...

Help me here angels....This Uncle Jun it is obvious he is shouting on me...

Coz it will be cut angels...I need water angels... This Uncle Jun is fake again...

He is envious of me he is telling me that I'm arrogant coz of my work...

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[book review] aliens vs. predators: ultimate prey (2022)

(spoilers, cw: thirst, discusses themes of abuse, gendered violence, racism, slavery/colonization)

the first story of this anthology, "below top secret" by chris ryall, gives us a fictionalized[1] version of the 2019 social media phenomenon that was "storm area 51/they can't stop all of us."[2] that whole thing had to have pinged the radar of basically anyone working on any scifi franchise. it's kind of a shame that the x-files wasn't on the air anymore at that point, because i'm sure they would have referenced it.

this was a pretty fun way to start this anthology! basically one guy who's with the huge group storming area 51 splits off from the group and drags his friend who's more or less the audience p.o.v. character along. she's moreso there out of boredom and curiosity which seems like a terrible reason to break into a military base and get arrested or worse. he, on the other hand, is a serious conspiracy theorist and has been in contact with someone who supposedly works on the base and gave him codes into one of the buildings.

to his mild surprise and her utter astonishment, the codes work! and they soon find themselves in an underground research facility just in time to be caught in a lockdown due to an escaped xenomorph!

they end up in a panic room with a scientist who works there and who berates them for being stupid enough to be there. after ruling out most of the possible ways they could escape, the scientist says she has an idea and they go let a yautja out of a holding cell to fight the xenomorph. and yeah this is kinda dumb and silly but i don’t care i kinda love it? and the scientist is explaining how they should act around the yautja and she’s telling them to avoid any threatening movements and “i’d even kneel and lower your eyes” and that’s so horny, omg. i might not love the predator movies the way i love the alien movies, but the yautja themselves are equally hot af.

anyway, like i said, very fun way to start this anthology! b-rank.

i appreciate that the protagonist of “isla matanzas” by steven sears is disgusted by the british slave traders he encounters, but he’s also a spanish colonizer whose beloved home is stolen land. stolen land that acts of genocide have been committed on. so let’s not be too quick to hand out credit there?

look, i’m sorry, but if you really want to do a story about abolitionists teaming up with yautja, maybe have the slaves be the protagonists? rather than a competing colonial power? just an idea. c-rank.

“homestead” by delilah dawson is about a lady who lives on an old west ranch and has the misfortune of going into labor in the middle of fleeing a xenomorph/yautja slugfest. obviously there is plenty of unexamined settler colonialism going on here, but this is probably an alright read if you're into all this rustic pioneer type stuff and wanna see that juxtaposed with xenomorphs and yautja fucking shit up. there's some pregnancy horror stuff towards the end that was just super not for me. c-rank

"the hotel mariposa" by david barnett is about the crew of a ghosthunting show running into yautja and xenomorphs and i was already in as soon as i realized that was what was happening. and it just gets more awesome from there, with one of the ghost hunters ending up bonding with a yautja and they end up killing a xenomorph together in a moment that's weirdly emotionally cathartic for both of them, and if that's not enough they also exorcise their mommy issues together. this is also the first story in this anthology to feature extended scenes from a yautja's point of view, which is basically always a plus. a-rank.

in "planting and harvest" by mira grant, our setting is a remote botanical research station. the station's crew is composed of company scientists who have flamed out of more prestigious positions but not badly enough to get fired. when their station is attacked by xenomorphs, a nearby band of similarly disgraced yautja decides to ride in to the rescue to restore their status as hunters and escape the menial tasks they've been assigned. pretty straightforward space bullshit! c-rank.

“blood and honor” by susanne l. lambdin has a trans protagonist!! she’s a colonial marine who’s having an affair with her married c.o. and ends up being marooned on a planet infested with both xenomorphs and yautja. the xenomorphs on this planet are experiencing a civil war of sorts between two rival queens, whilst the yautja are having issues with a male hunter going around killing all the female hunters for reasons that our protagonist is never entirely able to discern.

i really liked all the interconnected conflicts going on. there’s also some interesting parallels here with all three sides experiencing conflicts within their own ranks, as well as our colonial marine protagonist[3] and the yautja she teams up with specifically experiencing gendered violence. i also love the triumphant note this story ends on, with our protagonist telling her yautja ally, “long live the queens. that means you and me.” just great stuff all around. a-rank.

you might recall that i really enjoyed how rachel caine’s “broken”[4] turned on a subversion of the assumption that artificial people are necessarily less compassionate than humans, though i was a bit turned off by its implied misanthropy. so it’s really no surprise that i loved “carbon rites” by jess landry which had similar virtues but actually went quite a bit out of its way to not be misanthropic.

the protagonist of this story is an android who does not know she’s an android, living in a simulation that she does not know is a simulation. it’s sort of like the truman show but with guns and xenomorphs and yautja. this is set in the more distant future we saw a glimpse of in alien: resurrection, and the people running these incredibly unethical experiments are the united systems military, the same people who experimented on ripley’s clone.

in these tests an android is paired up with a human and put through a deadly encounter with a xenomorph, a yautja, or presumably other alien species in a variety of environments. but this one is prematurely ended when a strike team of former victims of the experiments comes to break our protagonist out.

i really enjoyed how gradual the protagonist’s understanding of the situation evolved, and her utter horror and disgust when she found out that all the humans from the previous experiments were “disposed of” at the end of the tests. this subverts not only the expectations that androids are without emotions or empathy, but also the entire trope of the “robot apocalypse.” this story believes that if we prove ourselves worthy of it, our robot siblings can not only not be our destruction, they can be our very salvation from our mutual oppressors. a-rank.

i actually feel a little bad about skipping bryan thomas schmidt’s “drug war”[5] now, but not bad enough to go back and read it after all. i mean, it’s a fucking direct sequel to predator 2. but i did really enjoy his contribution to this anthology, “first hunt”. this story is told largely from the perspective of the yautja. there’s a bit of human perspective mixed in to give you a more grounded/horrified perspective on things, but i’d say it’s like 60/40 in favor of the yautja, which is just awesome. plus it’s just really well-written in general. b-rank.

i like “abuse, interrupted” by yvonne navarro quite a bit more than her previous story, “reclamation.”[6] as its title implies, the protagonist of this one is a domestic abuse survivor. there’s some rather explicit descriptions of what she’s been through, so do be aware of that going in. but that just makes it even more cathartic when her new yautja girlfriend fucks up her abuser. with his life hanging in the balance, the yautja looks at the human “almost as though waiting for her to protest.” our protagonist looks at him and realizes she feels “well, not much at all.” she gives the yautja a shrug, and taking that as permission she cuts him from neck to tailbone and rips his head and spine off.

this wasn’t my favorite story in the anthology or anything, it just isn’t the kind of thing i’m really looking for out of this franchise, but it was very satisfying. b-rank.

"better luck to borrow" by curtis c. chen reads a bit like a ya-style jason takes manhattan? it takes place on a class field trip on a boat, the protagonist is a little girl with a robot hand, she gets bullied a little bit towards the beginning of the story to get you in a goosebumps/etc sort of mindset, and then all hell breaks loose when xenomorphs start fucking people up and yautja show up to hunt them. this was pretty wild, i loved the clashing styles here. b-rank.

"film school" by roshni "rush" bhatia follows a documentary crew to a colony that was supposedly wiped out by a mining accident. as the story progresses you find out that the director is the only one who knew the "mining accident" is a cover story, and she's trying to find out what actually happened. which sounds like a noble enough goal, but she's clearly being a bit of a glory hound and the fact that she kept the rest of her team in the dark is just unconscionable.

anyway, given what anthology this is, you probably already have a pretty good idea of what actually happened to the colony.[7] i'm tempted to say this story is hampered somewhat by having another story in the collection with a similar setup[8] that i somewhat preferred for several reasons, but this story differed enough in what it did with the basic idea of a film crew thrown between a xenomorph/yautja melee that i think it sufficiently distinguished itself. it definitely used the documentarians as a grounded point of view to show much more of an epic setpiece battle between the two sides. so if that's what you're looking for, unlike me you might actually end up preferring this one. and i liked it quite a bit, regardless. b-rank.

in “night doctors” by maurice broaddus, the aliens and predators are not the monsters. instead, they are fellow victims with the protagonist, her brother, and who knows how many other colonists.

the villain of the piece is a sickeningly evil doctor who is experimenting on the colonists as well as several imprisoned yautja and xenomorphs. the chilling horror of these experiments are contextualized through examples of white doctors committing similar atrocities on black people throughout history.

our protagonist is an extremely race- and class-conscious black woman who at one point explicitly states in the narration that she does her best to leverage the company’s resources while consciously avoiding letting them exploit her or her people. she also acts in solidarity with the yautja and the xenomorphs to overpower their mutual oppressors.

it's just… so fucking refreshing to see this kind of class warfare be explicit within the text and dramatized through a total badass action hero lady doing badass action hero lady things and taking names. a-rank.

"scylla and charybdis" by e.c. myers is about a crew whose ship is dead in space due to sabotage. the setup here is actually pretty similar to the first few minutes of alien: covenant but with more suspicion and without the intrusive theism. eventually, a yautja ship shows up and starts hunting the crew, and the captain thinks they’ve all been killed but eventually he wakes up to discover they’re all alive and well. apparently the yautja–who calls himself keeper–captured anyone who put up a fight. they find themselves in a zoo-like prison that seems to have various “cells” containing vast, simulated environments for a variety of species being held captive there.

the captain finds out it was his own wife who did the sabotage due to political tensions between her united americas and the international body that put this mission together. there’s also a reference to some political weirdness involving korea and a bunch of different acronymed-factions that i didn’t entirely pay attention to so it might be gross imperialism? like, my assumption is pretty much always going to be gross imperialism when westerners write about korea and politics, but i can’t really say for sure and i honestly didn’t circle back to try to parse it.

i did enjoy the space disaster stuff early on, and the fact that the characters ended up essentially as “living trophies” until other yautja attacked keeper because obviously that’s not how yautja are meant to operate. and at that point a bunch of xenomorphs got loose and things got rather predictable.

overall this is a fairly middle of the road story. not great, but not bad. c-rank.

i do enjoy scott sigler’s writing style and his contribution to bug hunt was one of my favorite stories in any of these anthologies. his contribution to this one, "another mother", is apparently a sequel to an avp novel he wrote. unfortunately i do have to say that unlike a lot of the other stories in some of these anthologies that are sequels or prequels to larger works, this one does very much suffer from inaccessibility for new readers. i can tell that he put some thought into explaining his setting to new readers without overexplaining to old readers, but it feels like the scales are tilted very decisively towards the latter. consequently i can’t really meaningfully comment on this, as i don’t feel like i was the intended audience and that’s totally okay in an anthology like this. as a result i will not be rating this one.

the final story of the anthology is "kyōdai" by jonathan maberry and louis ozawa, and it expands the story of the latter’s character from the film predators (2010). specifically it is about kawakami eiji, kawakami hanzō’s brother. i liked this quite a bit more than maberry's contributions to the other two anthologies. i think a lot of that is down to the content and the fact that this is a much more character-driven piece than the other two. like his alien 3 follow-up in bug hunt it does end in a very cliffhanger-adjacent manner, but this one at least felt much more like a complete story and not like one that just stopped in the middle of setting the table. c-rank.

so, there’s our last[9] of these anthologies! overall this one was probably my favorite of the three, as aliens: bug hunt got rather bogged down with distracting continuity issues whilst predator: if it bleeds was mired in repetitive episodes of bootlicking historical narratives.

i’d say the only real big picture issue with this one is that the xenomorphs consistently get their asses handed to them, and while it oftentimes feels like the right choice for many of the individual stories, when it’s a trend that’s happening basically without fail throughout the entire anthology it starts to wear rather thin for those of us who are bigger fans of the alien side of this crossover franchise.

oh, i was excited to learn that apparently a lot of very online white dudes consider the fact that one (one!) of this anthology’s fifteen stories stars a trans woman (and mentions that’s she’s trans… once), one (one!) features a disabled character, and a few feature one or two characters who aren’t white[10] grounds to dismiss the whole anthology as “woke garbage.” the only blatantly political messaging was in "night doctors," and y'all would agree with that messaging if you weren't too effectively brainwashed with racism to see your own damn class interests.

also, leaving aside for a moment how utterly vile this attitude would be even if all 15 stories starred black disabled trans women, despite having known for years that there are people like this taking up valuable oxygen to form these thoughts and express them publicly, i still cannot, i still just really cannot wrap my head around the one-two punch of entitlement and fragility at play here. other people existing is "sjw shit." i just. what the fuck, guys?

anyway it was already my favorite of the three anthologies i read before i saw those reviews, but now it’s even more my favorite of the three just to spite you, so there.

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1. and drastically more successful, in that they actually attempted to storm area 51.

2. personally i was very much of the opinion that we should take that energy and direct it against ice detention centers instead, but y’know.

3. she eventually deduces that her c.o., the one who was sleeping with her, is responsible for stranding her on this planet.

4. from aliens: bug hunt, the companion anthology set in the alien universe.

5. from predator: if it bleeds, the companion anthology set in the predator universe.

6. from aliens: bug hunt, the companion anthology set in the alien universe.

7. [extremely jonathan frakes voice] what happened here? was this really a tragic but simple mining accident as the company claimed? but then, how do you explain the message from the terrified miner? are we asking you to join our hunt for the truth? or are we hatching lies in your face?

8. "the hotel mariposa" by david barnett.

9. there is another one of these anthologies, predator: eyes of the demon, but i felt my curiosity about predator-focused stories was whetted by if it bleeds.

10. there are plenty that don’t mention the characters’ races at all, but i’m sure these ghouls read those characters as white. also, you incel losers got your bootlicking in the last anthology, shut the fuck up.

#avp #alien vs predator #aliens vs predators: ultimate prey #alien #predator #book review #books #reviews #cw: abuse #cw: racism #cw: misogyny

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Today's the day!

Time to go raid Area 51!

Hang on, this isn't Area 51. I think I've ended up at some sort of global climate change protest.

Well, here I am 99% less likely to be shot, and this event is more likely to actually achieve something.

Don't raid Area 51. Go join the Climate Demonstrations.

#australian politics #Climate change #Climate strike #Area 51 #Area 51 raid #Sydney Australia #Sydney #I'm not going to stop you if you wanna go to Area 51. But i don't recommend it.#First image also features my #My calendar #Calendar #And some of my #Vadosulpalpus crustulum #Occlupanids #i tried to post this live from the event but there were so many people in there signal wasn't strong enough #i went on to work in the afternoon and transmitted on my way hoping it would reach others in different parts of the world

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TarTar's Return: Chapter I

A thick presence of darkness covered an eerie room. It was coated with metallic air and a heavy teal glow barely illuminating such a chilling and haunted chamber. A single step could shake the dead silence like a pin dropping, and it did indeed.

An adult cephalopod enters, with a monitor semi-lightening up the room just a bit more, and yet the ambiance looked even more dreary. He sits in the chair before the monitor with a smirk slowly painting his face.

The monitor reboots. Steady and even footsteps suddenly dropped to yet another silence. The adult mollusk was ready. Whatever he had planned started to commence.

He pushes his glasses up, carrying the monitor's reflection. His lips curled back into a sinister smirk and his silky voice sliced the dense air one last time: "Now... we really begin, Commander [REDACTED]."

Skylar Toryoshi, also known as Agent 7, works as an agent and lives in the agents HQ. Despite the constant missions and colleges he had living with him, he was pretty lonely and like it that way. His quiet mannerisms keep his life in control in between the madness of the world that attempts to break him down. He loves the HQ. He loves his job, and it seems like the people who look up to the Squidbeak Platoon love him as well.

Keith, Aka Agent 8 was in his room. He's a poet, a quiet one at that. He was writing about something that happened a year ago during his time in the Metro. A television blared throughout the HQ. He was frustrated because he couldn't think, but he noticed the name of the HQ was being tainted. That grabbed Keith's attention.

A trainee was working with an agent for the time being was callee Tina, a young squid that was an aspiring weapon designer. She got off of her cute laptop and stepped downstairs to the main room and looks at the tv captured her undivided attention.

The New's was clicked on by Lucas, AKA Agent 6. He was just lying on the couch flicking through channels on the TV. He stopped on the news channel where the presenter was calling the NSP a terrorist organization. "Uhh, guys? You might wanna look at this." His pubescent voice called out.

"A man had a conspiracy theory about the Squidbeak Platoon at 6:51 am about the heroes we look up to, The Agents of the Recently opened 'New Squidbeak Platoon' (NSP) has been plotting silently to plot against us as terrorists," An octoling woman spoke out, "This man anonymously started posting videos of sketchy activity of these so-called 'heroes.'" She added, "These posts were sent on KettleTube as a result. Do you still believe these agents are heroes? Are this man's conspiracies true? More coming up on Sunshine News later today."

Keith stepped over to the Television in stunned disbelief.

Kris, Agent 9, was staring at the large screen at Inkopolis Square, in his civilian wear, "$&@#..."

"What kind of..." Keith tilted his.

While others glared in shock and awe, Mirror Aka Agent 5, was sleeping like a log on the couch with his goggles over his face oblivious to it all, and Dusk, Agent 4, was playing video games with a sheawnwitch in his mouth.

The young Tina shook her head in denial. "Why is this, we're not assassins."

Throughout this revelation inside the HQ, Skylar was idle in inkopolis square, relaxing and writing in his journal just when he looked over at the squares TV "No... That can't be true can it?" He got up and walked closer to the TV muttering to himself on how this couldn't be true."

Keith Intercom goes off as a trainee's voice goes off: "Hey guys did you watched the news?"

Kris out of hyperfocused instinct rushed into the squid hole and to HQ, continually repeating, "$&@#! $&@T! $&@#!"

Sun Rendezvous with Kris and followed, however, the moment Sun met up with the rest, he started up the stove in the kitchen and started to make a pancake batter.

Octavo would be in his snowglobe asleep

"Yes, I did. And I am very concerned!" Lucas said while pacing around the floor "The people believe the media and the media just called us terrorists and now they're against us and IM FREAKING THE $&@# OUT!"

Keith tried to set up his collective mood as much as he could. "We'll need to save our reputation," Keith muttered.

Kris turned on his intercom, "We all need to meet up, STAT!"

Hearing the Intercom Skylar panicked and notice Kris run and followed after him "what the fuck is happening"

Eventually, Mirror woke up and was livid "SHUT UP! I'm trying to sleep!!"

Keith slapped the daylights out of Mirror

"MIRROR THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN SLEEP" Lucas Scolded.

Kris enters the room abruptly, "$&@#!"

"We have an emergency meeting dumbass! Someone's throwing our name into the mud calling us terrorist, and due to your lack of concern, I'd say you were the one who did it!" Keith jokingly accused.

Mirror punched Keith on the shoulder after getting up aggressively "Hey! I may always be a jerk, but a terrorist?!?! ...I'm still trying to achieve that!" he said jokingly.

"Cod damn! Just act like an Agent for once in your miserable life," he stepped away while trying to contact Agent 3.

"Is Agent 3 contactable?" Kris asked Keith, only to finally notice Sun making Pancakes as well as Skylar.

Mirror was irate, "SUN NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO BE MAKING PANCAKES!!"

"IM HUNGRY $&@#%! Sun sassed.

"So far no, she's in a mission with the SquidSisters." Keith replied to Kris, ignoring the confrontation for now.

"Well, $&@#. They're in some serious danger if they're caught in public." Kris replied.

Skylar stood by the doorway "can we all just calm down... Please?"

"NO!" Sun screeched then calmed down after seeing Skylar's death stare, "I-I mean yeah sure..."

"They're in the Valley so they should be... "Okay," Keith reassured, rolling his eyes as the two butted heads.

Octavio just sigh and knocked on the snow globe

"SUN, I WILL STICK MY HAND SO FAR UP YOU'RE $&@ I'LL USE YOU AS A PUPPET!!" Mirror finally snapped.

Keith takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Skylar's right let's calm down and put our heads together. How can we save our reputation?"

"I vote assassination!" Lucas shouted in panic.

"Me too!" Sun voted from the Kitchen, finishing his cooking.

Skylar sighed and facepalmed "are Keith and I the only sane people here? Keith? Any ideas?"

"We'll need to search the area without sticking out," Keith demanded, "Hiding in hoodies, making disguises until we find our culprits. We also need some fake identities."

"Hoodies? I got you covered! I own literally every hoodie known to cephalopod kind!" Lucas boasts, showing his massive collection of hoodies in every color of the rainbow.

The meeting eventually escalated into a chaotic bunch as Mirror and Sun were starting to lash out at each other. Sun's pancake flew over to Kris, causing him to go ballistic at the duo. Poor Keith was just trying to get everyone to listen.

Suddenly the gaming and innocent Agent 4 stepped into the room seeing the chaos and clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

Kris looked to Dusk. Lucas turned his head towards Dusk as well. Keith's attention was added.

"This... This is a me--" Skylar's mouthed, as Keith shut it.

"Now. Keith, what is our game plan?" Dusk asked.

"Thanks, Dusk," He patted Dusk little head as he giggled like a small child, "Once again, we'll need to search the area to find our culprit, From the Squidbeak itself, to out in the open of Inkopolis to the Canyon to the Valley. We also need to make Fake IDs, which would be easy, since our Records don't exist anymore."

"The fake ID's can only last for so long..." Skylar started mumbling.

"Then finding the Culprit needs to be as quick as possible." Keith countered.

"I'll go for the valley, I was born there so I practically know the place inside out" Lucas announced

"I'll go with Lucas," Sun added.

"I'll be in the outskirts, Pearl and Marina trust me so I'll be able to get more information," Keith claimed

"Alright. Skylar and I will be in downtown Inkopolis." Kris demanded.

"But we need to make sure none of us get captured on the way, Lucas."

"I've got some old octoling armor in my room, we can blend in with that when we get to the valley" Lucas said to Sun quietly.

"Ok" Sun replied.

Skylar smiled "Time with Kris?...sure" He muttered under his breath. If anyone ever gave Skylar any joy outside of silence, it would be his close friend Kris.

Sun walked to his room to search for something.

Mirror looked at Octavio with suspicion. "maybe he had something to do with it."

Keith sighed "He's been in that snow globe for 3 years, I don't think he'd do much, but I'll admit Mirror, you are smart, no one is 100% trustworthy at the moment." Keith praised Mirror.

Octavio banged on the glass in anger cracking it out of the rage of Keith's comment.

"Mirror, Dusk, examine Octavio's or the HQ's behavior."

"Yeah whatever," Mirror halfhearted

"Roger 8!" Dusk replied with enthusiasm.

Sun came back with bombs like the ones from the metro. These bombs can be explored with a code word and only your voice. Sun gave everyone some of those bombs but stopped by Keith.

"What are you doing?!?!" Keith held onto one of the small bombs.

Lucas went into his room and brought out three things. Two sets of octoling armor for himself and Sun, as well as a toolbox for unknown reasons

Skylar held up a bomb "Sun.. if people see us wearing these they'll think we're suicide bombers... Which won't help at all."

"O-Oh right," Sun took them all back. "More things to add on for our now proclaimed, 'Terrorist organization'"

Lucas slipped on the octoling armor that was taken from his room. "Huh, I guess I still fit into this."

Keith rushed into his bedroom to pull out some makeup he was using from "Hot Akanni's" and put on some fake contacts to change his eye color. Then he put some makeup to hide the scar. The then put on his Rockingberg Gear; the first gear he ever had the first time he stepped foot in Inkopolis.

"Alright, Sun lets head off. I've got a super jump spot to the valley not too far from here. C'mon." Lucas demanded.

Sun grabbed his dynamo and slipped onto his octoling gear. Sun packed up what was left of his pancakes and put them inside what was bag he added to his attire's roster on his person. "On it!"

Soon after, Lucas leads Sun to the super jump spot. The two of them fly off to Octo Valley.

Kris puts on a hoodie with some sweatpants, "This looks casual." he thought.

Skylar chuckled nervously, blushing furiously, "Y-yeah it does!"

"R-right!" Kris replied, "Let's go..."

Skylar sighed in relief. He will save what is left on what he adores. His new life, his new friends, and his new job is currently in danger, and he won't let it go down into ruin without a fight. That is basically who he is as a person:

A fighter.

#octo expansion #splatoon #inkling #octoling #octoling boy #commander tartar #agent 8 #agent 4 #agent 3 #splatoon 2

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🌻 I like girls

🌻 I'm really depressed

🌻 I have a job

🌻 I'm almost 18

🌻 I love telling dad jokes

🌻 also dirty jokes

🌻 Kaminari is a babie

🌻 I rp a lot

🌻 can't you tell I have a type when or comes to fictional characters? Blonde, angry or the dumbass, or the glasses character

🌻 I'm poly

🌻 no, being poly is NOT about being able to cheat without actually cheating

🌻 I get kinda cranky when I'm tired

🌻 yes, I'll admit to being a kinnie

🌻 did you know, saying bless you originated in midevil times. People used to think a demon/the devil could possess you when you sneezed, so they blessed you.

🌻 only about 10% of whale sperm goes into the female, so that's why the oceans are so salty

🌻 I'm a furry

🌻 I don't really like using emojis

🌻 did I tell you I like telling dirty jokes?

🌻 my feet hurt

🌻 im gonna be a senior this year

🌻 honestly school makes me actually wanna die to the point where I have breakdowns practically once a month during school

🌻 my periods are so irregular they come once every 5-6 months

🌻 I'm very tmi when i wanna be

🌻 my favorite book is carry on

🌻 all of my ocs are LGBT because cishets aren't real

🌻 there are too many flowers here

🌻 tbh I might give some names

🌻 because why not lmao

🌻 James

🌻 Babie

🌻 Jenna

🌻 Mark

🌻 Alex

🌻 Yuuri

🌻 Viktor

🌻 Mimi

🌻 Babie Jr

🌻 Barbie

🌻 Ken

🌻 Jack

🌻 Bill

🌻 Bob

🌻 Dick

🌻 I started saying uwu about a year ago and i cant stop

🌻 I secretly wish the area 51 invasion is on September 19th cause thsts my birthday

🌻 I used to have a crush on Danny phantom

🌻 I watched mlp up to the 8th grade

🌻 amd it's true, all the ponies are gay and trans

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🌻 so

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🌻 flowers

🌻 f

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🌻 I'm just tired and kinda grumpy

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🌻 being a cishet

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🌻 Kaminari's pan, sorry i don't make the rules

🌻 I play favorites

🌻 sadly

🌻 I have a favorite dog, a favorite parent, a favorite food

🌻 I call my "favorite friend" my best friend

🌻 @ the two-ish people i call my best friends, y'all are my favorites

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🌻 haha you've been fooled

🌻 fhdhsbsj I text like a grandma

🌻 also i text with both my thumbs, is that weird

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🌻 I kinda gotta pee but I don't wanna get up

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🌻 a bunch of tmi stuff

🌻 cause you sent a huge ask

🌻 >:3

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🌻 too

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🌻 did you know your brain makes you think you look prettier when you look in the mirror

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🌻 and that my house is haunted

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🌻 the end

I fucking s u f f e r e d

#mun speaks #ask #answered

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i-eat-bread-and-cry-on-the-floor · 5 years

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out of context quotes from my school as marvel characters

Teacher: In 1950, there were a ton of planes crashing and no one knew why. Does anyone know?

Peter Q: The Bermuda Triangle.

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Clint: Wait, (Bucky's) here? Where's Bucky?

Bucky: *from the back of the room* Here.

Clint: Oh, hi I didn't even see you!

Bucky: It's okay, I'm just really invisible.

Everyone: 0o0

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Teacher: Is that what you should be doing? What should you be doing instead?

Loki: Dying.

Everyone: WOAHHHHHHH!

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Peter P: Hey. Hey, hey, hey, *taps on shoulder* I'd die for you.

Loki: I'd kill for you.

Peter P: 0o0

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Tony: Felt cute, might break down in physics later, idk.

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Rocket: I feel a really strong connection with communism.

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Natasha: *walks into bathroom* Are y'all still doing TikToks in here? I HAVE TO PEE! *walks out*

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Thor: Don't you just hate it when *spoon.*

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Tony: Y'ever just feel so depressed and anxious that your stomach physically hurts?

Steve: Mood, but can I do anything for you?

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Bruce: The next person to make a VSCO thot noise is getting thrown out of this room.

Everyone: sksksksk and i oop-

Bruce, under a table: homocide is bad, homocide is bad, hoMOCIDE IS BAD-

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Peter Q: Wait, who here likes Pink Floyd?

Steve: I love Pink Floyd! *fist bump*

Tony: Pink Floyd is the best! *fist bump*

Peter P: Yeah, man, my camp wrote a whole musical about Bigfoot! *goes in for a fist bump*

Peter Q: I'm sorry what.

Peter P: He said something different didn't he?

Tony: Oh my god.

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Scott: What's an apple made of?

T'Challa: Um... apple?

Scott: No, but like what's in the apple?

T'Challa: APPLE??

Scott: NO, WHAT MAKES UP THE APPLE?

T'Challa: IDK ATOMS?

Shuri: 10% of the apple is carbohydrate and 4% is vitamins and minerals while the other 86% is water.

Scott: Thank you.

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Everyone: *talking over each other*

Pepper: Please, stop talking over each other!

Drax: No!

Carol: *pulls out UNO reverse card* SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Everyone: *silence*

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Groot: I am Groot. (Translation: In case I die, mark my last words)

Rocket: Okay..

Groot: 420-69 The Earth is flat. *does the dangerous thing*

Rocket: Me too.

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Pietro: The legs on the bus go leg leg step.

Wanda: ?????

Pietro: Leg leg leg.

Wanda: ???????????

Pietro: STEP STEP STEP.

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Loki: Vandalism isn't bad.

Valkyrie: No, but your haircut is.

Thor: HOLY SHIT DUDE YOU FUCKING KILL EM!

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Teacher: How many of you would feel comfortable being the first person to go on a new roller coaster?

Drax: *raises hand*

Drax: Was that the wrong answer.

Tony, on the other side of class, hand also raised: Livin like Larry, the rest of you are fools.

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Bucky: What if he didn't have a government and everyone promised really hard just to be cool?

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Peter P, a gen z kid: I wanna lay down on the ground and sob until I'm so dehydrated that I die.

Shuri, another gen z kid: Do it at your house or something! Not on this sticky floor! Yuck.

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Pietro: We suffer for gluten to obtain the grain.

Wanda: ?????

Pietro: You wondering what's coursing through my veins? Pure Marinara sauce.

Wanda: YOU'RE NOT MAKING SENSE??

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Thor: No fan, it's man.

Valkyrie: I have no idea what you were getting at there but ok.

Thor: I meant 'no man, it's fine.'

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Clint: I have a theory.

Rhodey: NO, NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN. I DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT ANYMORE DINOSAUR FEET.

Clint: IT'S NOT THE DINOSAUR FOOT ONE!

Fury: Save it for after (the meeting.)

Clint: What if the real birds are in Area 51? And they didn't actually kill them, they're just hostage in Area 51??

Steve: Everyone already knows that, you're a terrible conspiracy theorist.

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Tony: Just because someone else does it, does not mean you can! Look, if I jumped off a bridge, would you?

Peter P, on the verge of tears: HSDTUETIGKHJC PROBABLY! I'm not about to live my life without you!

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Nebula: OOOH, wait, where's the vandalism we drew here last year?

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Thor: Oh my god, I really want a happy meal.

Bruce: Oh my god, I really want a happy life.

Thor: Honey, we've talked about this.

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Tony: Time to go home! *sits in garbage can*

Pepper: Hey, that was really mean to yourself, get outta there. *tries helping him up*

Pepper: Ew I touched the garbage can!

Tony: Hey, that's my house!

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Loki: When you have a kink for pushing people out of windows.

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Steve, after being flipped off: WHA- (TONY) SAID A BAD LANGUAGE FINGER!

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Scott: I don't think cheese is crunchy?

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Sam: Bro it's 3:33am.

Bucky: *looks at phone* oh wow, it is!

Sam: What, did you think I was lying to you?

Sam: No, it's 3:32am. Hahahah, look at the camera, you just got pranked.

Bucky: *laughing hysterically* it's too late for this shit.

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Bruce: BREATHE IF YOU FIND ME ATTRACTIVE.

Bruce: And that's how I committed mass genocide.

Thor, hyperventilating in the corner:

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Rhodey: Global warming. It sucks.

Peter P: Global warming isn't real?

Scott: How could there be GLOBAL warming if the earth is flat?

Rhodey: I hate you guys

Peter/Scott: *high fives each other.*

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Strange, high as fuck: Why is that funny? I don't even know what a seizure tastes like?

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Okoye: Ya girl is DEDICATED!

Shuri: Did you just assume your own gender?

T'Challa: I'm calling the cops.

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Strange: Did you just glue STARS? Where your EYE BROWS USED TO BE? Emphasis on USED TO BE because you nAIRED THEM OFF! FOR DRAG!

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Natasha: Anything can be a dildo if you're brave enough.

Clint: *Looks at the knife holders*

Natasha: 0.0

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Scott: Wait, we were being sarcastic? I'm sorry, I don't understand sarcasm.

Hope: (Scott,) you don't understand anything.

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Strange: Eat the goddamn president.

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Steve: I made the mistake of eating sausage while watching the first episode of Black Mirror.

Sam: What's the first episode of Black Mirror about?

Steve: He does the bad thing with the pig.

Sam: OH-

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Tony: *doing homework* I am dying.

Groot: I am groot.

Steve: Well, I am Steve Rogers.

Pietro: And I'm Kanye West!

Clint: Owoof.

Gamora: And I am not afraid to end your bloodline.

Rocket: And I am inevitable.

Thor: Um, we don't talk about that here.

Peter P: FLEX TAPE CAN'T FIX THAT!

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Tony: Please, don't nickname me Tone, I can't tell you how much that irritates me.

Steve: Okay, 'Ny.

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Strange: So, if it's 9 months from conception to birth...

Strange: And my birthday is June 15...

Strange: That means I was conceived in September.

Strange: But my original due date was June 11...

Strange: Which means I was conceived...

Strange: 0o0

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Pietro: Mirrors are just 'no u' walls.

Rhodey: It's 4 in the morning please stop texting me.

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Okoye: NO, (BROTHER,) I DON'T WANT TO CHA CHA REAL SMOOTH! STOP HARASSING ME!

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MORE TO COME! Hope this wasn't too bad.

#marvel #my school is weird #shit my friends and i say #my friends are on crack

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