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melancholy-pal · a month ago
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I’ve spent the last 3 months in hell. Just look for help with coping
TW: Suicide, DPDR
This is probably going to be long, so please try to bare with me. I was diagnosed with OCD a few years ago, and got a pretty decent handle on it. But recently my entire world has fallen apart and I'm losing the ability to function. For starters, I got completely hooked on the idea of existence and non-existence, or life and death. I became obsessed with my own mortality and the implications of death (is there an afterlife? If there is, is it bad? Am I going to hell? What if I'm already dead and THIS is hell? Is there afterlife just a place where evil gods are going to torment me for eternity? etc, etc.) I also got hooked on the idea of NO afterlife, and what the cessation of consciousness and overall loss of my self and ego actual entails. In this sense I was also hooked on the notion of time, and whether I die now or at 80 doesn't make a difference, because all there is is the present and you always die in the present. "Now" will be "now" then; "someday" will be "today" then. I also am afraid of the process of dying. I scared not so much of pain, but the transition into the afterlife/destruction of my mind and memories and oblivion/hallucinations and chemicals that may or may not be released at death that alter my perception of time and lock my in a psychedelic purgatory forever.
To me, it seemed like if I'm going to die someday anyway, what's the point in doing anything? And that nihilistic thought really gripped me; for awhile I struggled to get out of bed, inevitably pulling myself out at 3 in the afternoon just to skip class and call into work, then rinse and repeat. I was once a straight A student, and now with all my class skipping and procrastination I'm struggling to maintain a decent GPA.
Along with these ideas came other existential questions that I couldn't answer; why do I exist in the first place? Why here and now, in this body and this time period? Why is there something instead of nothing? I spent a bit trying to find God, and, well, I haven't. Constantly thinking like this has brought with is repeated bouts of depersonalization/derealization. I sometimes doubt my own existence and the things external to my mind.
And I get spooked over coincidences. For example, I had a final due that was essentially an essay on a specific historical figure. I got onto social media for a bit, and one of the first things I see is a meme posted by a guy with a profile picture of the person I was intending to write about. And it's not a particularly well-known historical figure either. A normal person would likely shrug it off as a coincidence, but I couldn't. I thought to myself "Is it connected somehow? Is the universe trying to tell me something? Am I in a coma and this is my brain trying to trigger a response that wakes me up?" Overall, it's the lack of certainty that gets me. I can't be certain of any of these things. While I don't necessarily believe them, there are moments when my grip on reality falters, and I fall into solipsistic tendencies and trains of thought.
And this point, I just want it all to stop. I've considered suicide at multiple points in my life, but especially as of now. Sometimes I think about how best to do it, and often land on whatever kills my brain the fastest so I can hopefully avoid any of the scary hallucinations people sometimes report in near-death experiences. Part of me hopes there isn't an afterlife, and I can just return to the state I was in before I was born. Oblivion doesn't scare me, and I'm afraid that makes me a danger to myself. Biting the end of a shotgun seems so much easier than living like this for another few decades.
I'm sorry if this is too much. I'm sorry if I'm oversharing. I'm sorry if any of you find this difficult to read. I just couldn't keep it all in my head any longer. Please, If anyone has any words they think might help, I really need them right now.
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Good Pillow, the supposed liberal rival to MyPillow set up by anti-gun activist David Hogg, has been good for plenty of things -- most of them involving laughs at Good Pillow's expense on Twitter.
My favorite moment came after the company announced anti-gun activist Brandon Wolf had been added to Good Pillow's "activist advisory board."
"Brandon has years of experience in organizing for gun violence prevention, LGBTQ rights and he’s also just an awesome person," Hogg tweeted.
As a riposte, Jessica O'Donnell, social media editor for TheBlaze, asked this:
I know this is a weird question, but do any of your board members know anything about pillows https://t.co/HRLJ2Xq9Sk
— Jessica O’Donnell (@heckyessica) February 9, 2021
Of course, it was always assumed making pillows was secondary -- perhaps even tertiary -- for Good Pillow. In fact, most people have forgotten about it by now.
According to the Media Research Center, however, making pillows might never have been a concern for Hogg at all.
In case you've forgotten, Hogg, who leaped to fame as a survivor of the 2018 school shooting in Parkland, Florida, got plenty of coverage when he announced the company back in February.
Here's Newsweek, announcing that Good Pillow had more Twitter followers than MyPillow ever had even before the MyPillow was banned from Twitter for founder Mike Lindell's  statements about voter fraud in the 2020 election:
"Two progressives have struck the first blow in their pillow fight with Donald Trump supporter Mike Lindell," Newsweek reported.
"Twitter banned Lindell's personal and MyPillow business accounts last month during a crackdown on misinformation in the wake of the U.S. Capitol riots. At the time, MyPillow had about 45,800 Twitter followers. That figure was surpassed by Good Pillow's account within 12 hours of its first tweet on Tuesday afternoon. It had amassed more than 59,000 followers by the time of publication."
And here's a CBS affiliate, taking Hogg's pillow venture Very Seriously:
More seriously, apparently, than Hogg or his business partner, software engineer William LeGate, ever bothered taking the plan.
The Newsweek article was published on Feb. 10. Here was a part that readers probably should have taken a bit more notice of: "A search of the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office database does not reveal any new company being registered under the name Good Pillow or a variant."
That's something you should probably do if you want to build a brand. However, a day later, the name was registered -- just not by Hogg or LeGate.
"A subsequent search of the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office database reveals that on February 11, a day after the heads up provided by Newsweek, that 'Good Pillow' was indeed registered by a Mr. Robert Holland of North Carolina," the Media Research Center reported Saturday.
"Congratulations, Bob! You might be the only person who ends up making money from 'Good Pillow.'"
It's unclear if the following tweet is related to the registration MRC reported, but the fact someone had claimed the name "Good Pillow" was clearly annoying LeGate:
There is a fraudulent company going under the name good pillow who started selling fake products after we announced the name. They are not affiliated with us. If you order from them you may be scammed. We’re in the process of dealing with this legally but wanted to make aware.
— William LeGate (ig: @legate) (@williamlegate) February 16, 2021
Plus, I hear this guy doesn't have an activist advisory board or anything. And he also doesn't have the meme game that Good Pillow has. See, right after they announced the company, LeGate offered $1,000 to whoever came up with the best Good Pillow meme:
Prob not gonna win, but here’s one. pic.twitter.com/yqmkpflklN
— Milquetoast (@BlueRobotDesign) February 10, 2021
pic.twitter.com/lvBiAmjTwV
— Nasty Woman (@Welnesschick) February 10, 2021
pic.twitter.com/fxAwdAfOn2
— Scott R (@scottyramsing) February 10, 2021
Here was the winner:
Congrats to Carrie!
You are the winner of our meme contest. DM me & we will coordinate payment :) https://t.co/ICvqFHrUSr
— William LeGate (ig: @legate) (@williamlegate) February 11, 2021
So I guess Robert Holland won't be the only person who makes money off of Good Pillow.
The "company" hasn't tweeted anything since Feb. 10, which is unusual, given the natural desire of any business to keep momentum going. Part of this might be because Hogg's pillow game didn't necessarily go over so well with people who actually expected him to be, like, a serious, committed gun control activist, not a soi-disant pillow mogul who also went off on anyone who questioned his motives.
WARNING: The following tweets contain graphic language that some viewers will find offensive.
People need to stop perpetuating the gaslighting that people that have trauma and ptsd can only do one thing.
We really are going to help people, create jobs and more.
Doubt me all you want- personally I don’t care- ultimately know I’m doing this to help people.
— David Hogg (@davidhogg111) February 10, 2021
Thank you all for your support I need it. I still have to work through the gaslighting often times.
— David Hogg (@davidhogg111) February 10, 2021
Hogg would step away from his role with March for Our Lives amid the controversy:
I know I've said a lot in the last week. Maybe too much. Please read this if nothing else. pic.twitter.com/m7hZwpg0mb
— David Hogg (@davidhogg111) February 11, 2021
Today, March For Our Lives Co-Founder David Hogg decided that he will take a leave of absence from his position as a Board Member to take some time for himself to reflect and recommit to the mission. pic.twitter.com/HQTrlv4ehz
— March For Our Lives (@AMarch4OurLives) February 11, 2021
Will he sell any pillows while he "take[s] some time for himself to reflect and recommit to the mission?" I guess he'll have to ask his "activist advisory board" first -- but I don't think Mike Lindell has any competition to worry about in the near future.
This article appeared originally on The Western Journal.
The post It looks like David Hogg's MyPillow rival is having some trouble getting off the ground appeared first on WND.
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dappersheep · a month ago
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Food Fantasy: An Analysis on what killed a Golden Goose (2/3)
Welcome back. Before we get started, disclaimers again! I do not own the game or its characters, nor do I claim to know the history and future of the game. What I am entitled to are the thoughts and opinions written within this post. You may or may not agree with the points spoken of here. This post also remains untagged from the main foofan tag. Only my followers will see this.
We are now on the second part, so let's go forward under the cut!
Elex
And here we have our beloved global publisher that most of seem to have Stockholm Syndrome for. Don't lie, at least half of us are still playing this damned game due to sunken cost fallacy, sunken time fallacy and the cute/hot jpegs.
In 2018, everything started out fine. Sure, maybe we had some translation mishaps here and there -coughwe'llgettothatwreckagelatercough- but overall, Elex was running the game fairly well. Rewards were on time, we had active social media and support, and a discord was set up!
Hint: Please note I use quite a bit of sarcasm in most everything I say.
And then somewhere along that road, things got derailed. And I mean it like, we're in the midst of a trainwreck in slow motion and we've only cleared the initial collision and still hurtling forward or backward into a steel wreckage ticking inferno.
Problems started cropping up as early as late 2018, just a few months after the game was launched in July.
⦁ Art contest mishaps. You know when you hold an art contest on Facebook out of all places with its shitty tagging system, you're bound to have entries lost to the void, people forced to register an FB account just to participate (seriously, who even has an FB account that isn't just there to appease family members?) and having to wrestle with figuring out how FB's tagging system works. Add to that the panel of judges happen to be Elex staff who don't have a good eye for good artwork (we actually had a kiddy figure drawing win over a well drawn one during the last contest!) and that they ALSO weren't very good at organizing such contests on FB... well, we had several grievances over that.
⦁ Region blocked FB announcements. Strangely enough, I stopped getting announcements around Father's Day of 2019 while everyone else outside of SEA kept getting updates. Turns out that someone on Elex's staff really didn't like SEA players or was just really bad at fixing the settings for the group and never bothered to revert it back. It didn't matter in the long run though, because...
⦁ Abandoned social media platforms. FooFan Twitter, FooFan Facebook... they all floated slowly into the void and was never heard from again. And this was before the 2020 pandemic.
⦁ Remember what I said about Discord? Yeah, apparently, they opened one up a little too early and the staff in charge of it knew zero about how to setup and mod a discord community, and didn't even have the manpower needed to mod the influx of members that came in! Suffice to say, they had to get help from top players and mods from the FB groups to come in and sort things out because someone kept pinging @ everyone every few seconds other than the usual chaos that comes from a server with no filters and people trying to turn the discord into Global Chat 2.0, minus Russian hours.
⦁ Also in line with the point about abandoned social media platforms, they've also mostly abandoned the discord too and only pop in once in a while to check the bug reports or lost accounts. You have a slightly better chance of response with the in-game support. Only slightly. And there's a running joke with several variations on the main discord that the Owner account of the discord server was manned by an intern-kun who never bothered to pass it on to the next unfortunate soul left to maintain this game.
⦁ Favoritism. Funtoy is also guilty of this but they don't publish the game for Global. If you're a top spender the likes of maxing out your cash rebates within the three months or so and you kept spending even beyond that, Elex could possibly invite you to a funky little club where your voice is more important than say... 99% of the playerbase. On top of that, if you keep spending, you could technically also ask for stuff like getting this frame over that frame, or well.... delay certain features from coming to Global for over a year. Now you can simp AND be heard! (Note: In 2021, it's possible that that club may be dead too, as all things shall be)
⦁ SJW Friendly. I don't know if Funtoy themselves have anything to also do with this particular decision... but it's saying something that after a certain little tiddy tantrum from the community side, Elex decided not to announce anything about a certain event's fate and when asked by it by other parties (not me) they either lie through their teeth, or beat around the bush with a non-answer.
⦁ Partial translations, mistranslations. Now, I understand that a lot of Chinese grammar and semantics are confusing to translate properly into several other languages, but you'd think Elex would have given their translators more context to the character or the mechanic to avoid such mistranslations that later set off gender debates or worded the skill/artifact description a little clearer. That is... unless Elex really is hands-off trying to get to know this IP from the start and only gave it the most bare minimum of English where they can cut costs for it, so people can understand it 'well enough' to throw money at an obviously not beta-read quality game.
⦁ No translations. Yes we do have certain parts of the game that are in Chinese since forever since xx patch. Some characters' voiceline texts are still in chinese, especially during the Pledge scenes. More recent artifacts are also in chinese with no announced translation in sight. And don't get me started on the Food Soul bios, or lack thereof.
⦁ Delayed events. Prime example? We had weeks of minor events/no events and still Elex managed to eff everything up for our second Anniversary in July 2020. We ended up getting the Croissant event in late August with barely any apologies and compensation for the delay... and this likely would have never arrived as 'early' as it did if people hadn't been railing about where our Anniversary event was. As it stands, we are several minor events behind CN, at least a year and a half's worth behind. I know Global had requested heavily for more spaced out events (to save resources, not that it actually worked with all the nerfed rewards we get) compared to CN but this is extremely ridiculous.
⦁ Delayed permanent features. Hm... Guild Wars, Sky Tower, Bar, that Wuchang Fish Showdown... several Quality of Life updates.... that new permanent pool update... Food Souls still missing their JP voice packs... Food Soul Bios... *slowly ticking off more than I have fingers and toes*
⦁ Customer Support is whack. You'd be lucky if you got someone who understood your problem/inquiry right off the bat AND did something about it efficiently. You'd be luckier if they answered you honestly if you were inquiring about event updates or other buggy features or reporting hackers.
⦁ The Great Turkey and Apple Incident of 2020. Well, if you were around for that little SNAFU during the Turkey re-run event, you'd know a percentage of people suddenly got logged out of their accounts and had a baller of a time trying to get their accounts back. You were especially unfortunate if you were playing on an iOS account because even if you did bind it (like a responsible player should be doing), you probably still wouldn't get it back in time to rank properly during Turkey. Some Android players also experienced this, but it wasn't as bad as what the iOS players experienced. And then there was the compensation mishap for that too.
⦁ Hacker-chan and not-so-uwu Hacker-teme. Hacker-chan is a meme. Hacker-chan was a harmless player who regularly topped in Top Showdown every week for a time to send a message to Elex just how easy it is to hack the game in certain rankings and invited Elex to ban them every time, just to test how competent Elex is. In the end, Elex has proven to be incompetent and also glaringly stupid about how their published game works. Hacker-teme is a collective of individuals over time who have cheated the game during important ranking events or in somewhat important permanent battles. If you tried to report a Hacker-teme with evidence to prove it -and trust me, people repeatedly have-, Elex would tell you that they're not cheating and/or lie through their teeth that they're 'investigating the case' and then not do anything about it and let them keep their event ranking and thus get the rewards while someone who actually worked hard/whaled hard to get the spot gets denied. In one case, they believe that if an account has rebate points and the player level is at least around level 80, then the hacker-teme is obviously playing the game fairly. Never mind that their units happened to have low to no artifact nodes opened, and not high in ascension.
And that is the end of the Elex saga. I'm aware there's likely more things about Elex that I've missed, but feel free to add on to this analysis post with your own thoughts.
The last part of this trilogy is probably what many of us are waiting for, for obvious reasons.
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cryingcow · a month ago
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Katsuya & Watase - Osaka Talent Disaster [RGGO]
Last January’s 2-part scratch card mini-event featured Katsuya and Watase. Originally I saved the event because I loved Watase and his meme-y pose here (plus a lot of people in the FB group rave about him), but after the experience that is seeing Katsuya’s unnecessarily bare ass on the tv screen last week, I have to say that Katsuya has won me over XD
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Warning for slight Y5 spoilers (mostly Akiyama’s chapter)!
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PROLOGUE
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|Before news of the 7th Omi Alliance Chairman’s grave illness reached the ears of every yakuza organization all over Japan . . . when the Tojo Clan and Omi Alliance exchanged equal cups and peace in the eastern part of the yakuza society in Japan was still maintained----|
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Osaka Talent Employee: “Chairman, the information you want to urgently hear . . .”
Katsuya: “I told you to call me ‘President’ while working here, didn’t I?”
Osaka Talent Employee: “I apologize, President . . .”
Katsuya: “Good . . . what is this urgent information?”
Osaka Talent Employee: “Yes, well actually, last night someone stole a large number of scratch card tickets prepared for the event the day after tomorrow.”
Katsuya: “Scratch card tickets? The ones we were planning to distribute on the event the day after tomorrow?”
Osaka Talent Employee: “Yes, it is said that all 1000 scratch card tickets we prepared has been stolen.”
Katsuya: “Where and when on earth did they steal such things . . . ?”
Osaka Talent Employee: “It is currently under investigation. What should we do, President?”
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Katsuya: “There is no choice but to take measures against such an occurrence . . . Rescheduling the event to minimize damage . . . The inclusion of scratch cards on KALEN’s 1st anniversary album has already been advertised on commercials . . . Be prepared to notify the record company and other related parties that the scratch cards are no longer sealed. Tell the Promotion Department about preparing a contact point for this matter. It is also necessary to prepare an apology announcement to be posted on the official website . . . For the customers who have made multiple reservations for scratch cards, get ready to process refunds right away . . . If necessary, we’ll film an apology comment from me. Contact the studio and the staff . . . If despite all the investigations today the scratch cards don’t show up, be prepared to do everything I said tomorrow.”
Osaka Talent Employee: “Then, will we still distribute scratch cards the day after tomorrow?”
Katsuya: “At this point, preparing new scratch cards is out of the question. There is no choice but to prepare to face cancellation . . .”
Osaka Talent Employee: “Understood. The various preparation will be made . . .”
Katsuya: “Oh, and contact Kanai . . . I want him to search for the criminal thoroughly and settle things to make sure this never happens again . . . Leave a mark on the criminal to show where we draw the line on these kinds of incidents . . .”
Osaka Talent Employee: “Y-Yes! Understood!!”
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Watase: “What did you say?! They’ve really made a move?!”
Watase Family Executive: “Ye-Yeah . . . the members who saw them also confirmed the crest. It’s definitely the ones from Sakai Family who are wandering around Sotenbori.”
Watase: “Sakai Family, the veteran yakuza organization in Kobe that has been refusing to fall under our umbrella for a long time . . . What the hell are they doing in Sotenbori?”
Watase Family Executive: “According to the footsoldiers I ordered to follow the footsteps of the Sakai Family, it seems they are screaming about Osaka Talent . . .”
Watase: “Osaka Talent? Why are they bothering Ka-chan’s front business . . . ?”
Watase Family Executive: “I don’t know . . . but there seems to be no doubt about it.”
Watase: “What is Sakai Family, who has been silent for a decade, planning . . . I have no idea at all, but I’ll have to inform Ka-chan about this. I’m going to go talk with Ka-chan over this. Keep tracking their movements. Yeah?”
Watase Family Executive: “Yes! Understood!!”
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Osaka Talent Employee: “President, Watase-sama said he has an important matter to discuss with you. Should I let him through?”
Katsuya: “Watase-no-aniki? Alright, let him in.”
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Watase: “Oh, Ka-chan. Sorry to barge in all of a sudden . . . is now a good time?”
Katsuya: “Yeah, of course I don’t mind . . . Did something happen for Aniki to come here directly?”
Watase: “No, it’s just that a very rare guest has arrived in Sotenbori. But I can’t read the guest’s thoughts . . . So I’m thinking of listening to Ka-chan’s opinion . . .”
Katsuya: “A rare guest?”
Watase: “It seems that the people of Sakai Family have been spotted in Sotenbori . . .”
Katsuya: “Sakai Family? The hostile Kobe-based veteran organization?”
Watase: “Right. Sakai Family has been quiet for a long time. They’re searching for Ka-chan’s Osaka Talent for some reason.”
Katsuya: “. . . Is that true?”
Watase: “Yeah, no doubt. My underlings confirmed that they are yelling around about Osaka Talent.”
Katsuya: “Sakai Family is after us . . . Then is it Sakai Family who stole that . . . ?”
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Watase: “What, Ka-chan. Did they steal anything?”
Katsuya: “Actually, a lot of scratch card tickets we were planning to use at an event got stolen last night . . . We were just looking for the criminal . . . but now I wonder if they were looking for us.”
Watase: “Well, sure, Sakai Family is suspicious in terms of timing. But why scratch cards?”
Katsuya: “I can’t think of any reason why Sakai Family would steal it. Those scratch cards are my idol’s, for exchanging with prizes at the event . . . It’s not something that a veteran yakuza organization would need . . .”
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Osaka Talent Employee: “Excuse me for coming in!! An urgent report for the President . . .”
Katsuya: “I’m in the middle of talking with an important guest----"
Watase: “It’s fine, Ka-chan. He said it was an important report.”
Katsuya: “Apologies, Watase-no-aniki . . . I’m sorry for the trouble.”
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Katsuya: “What is the urgent report?”
Osaka Talent Employee: “I received a report that included information on the thief . . . Just before the scratch cards were stolen, there were sightings of Kobe’s yakuza organization Sakai Family near the scene . . .”
Katsuya: “. . . Sakai Family? There’s no mistake?”
Osaka Talent Employee: “Yes . . . Mikawa, the young head of the Sakai Family, was the one witnessed. I’m sure he’s a very well-known person . . .”
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Watase: “Haw . . . in that case, there’s no doubt the scratch card thief is Mikawa of the Sakai Family or his subordinates?”
Katsuya: “There isn’t enough evidence to conclude that . . . but we can’t say they have nothing to do with it. We’ll need to hear more from that person named Mikawa . . .”
Katsuya: “Contact Kanai. Tell him to look for the Sakai Family that has slipped into Sotenbori.”
Osaka Talent Employee: “Y-Yes! Understood.”
Katsuya: “If the offender is an officer, I will move too. Call your aides and tell them to bring in the car.”
Osaka Talent Employee: “U-Understood! Right away!!”
{The employee runs out.}
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Katsuya: “This is quite the incident, Aniki. I’ll deal with this immediately----”
Watase: “Ka-chan, I’ll collaborate this time too!”
Katsuya: “Watase-no-aniki? But . . . there is no reason for Aniki to deal with problems with my front business----"
Watase: “We don’t know what their aim is. This incident might be trouble . . . Yeah, Ka-chan! It ain’t hard!! For the time being, why don’t we look for Mikawa of Sakai Family and catch him?!”
Katsuya: “Understood. Thank you for your cooperation, Watase-no-aniki.”
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EPILOGUE
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Mikawa: “Why is the Osaka Enterprises President and Watase Family Chairman showing up together and chasing me?! This is ridiculous?!”
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Watase: “You think the Sakai Family can just have their way in Sotenbori without the Omi Alliance noticing? Making off with another family’s possession on our own turf, that’s the height of stupidity . . .”
Katsuya: “Besides, the scratch cards you stole are my property. I can’t let you go after you did that.”
Mikawa: “O-Osaka Talent is Osaka Enterprises’ front company?!”
Watase: “You knew that, and you stole from Osaka Talent?”
Mikawa: “I didn’t know!! If I knew, I wouldn’t do something like this!! Who-Who would think that the yakuza would advance into the entertainment industry?!”
Katsuya: “. . . So what was your purpose in stealing the scratch cards?”
Mikawa: “Th-That’s . . .”
Watase: “You don’t have a problem with confessing . . . right?”
{Watase grabs Mikawa’s arm and twists it behind his back.}
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Mikawa: “I-I understand!! I’ll talk, so please forgive me!!”
{Watase lets go and steps back.}
Watase: “Yeah keep that in mind. Now from the beginning.”
Mikawa: “My boss got hooked on this idol KALEN . . . He really wanted an autographed body pillow, which is the special limited-edition prize for the 1st anniversary event . . .”
Watase: “No way, you stole all the scratch cards because you wanted to win the lottery?!”
Mikawa: “Yes! It can’t be helped!! There’s only one of the limited-edition prize. The only way to get the winning ticket is to steal all the scratch card tickets and search for it!!”
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Watase: “Hahaha! Ka-chan and this idol are very popular!”
Katsuya: “Watase-no-aniki, don’t hit me on my back . . .”
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Katsuya: “However, to steal the scratch cards for that . . . Didn’t it occur to you that the idol would be in trouble?”
Mikawa: “As underlings, our job is to get what our boss wants and give it to him. I don’t know what happens to the idols.”
Katsuya: “If Boss Sakai is really a fan of our KALEN, I’m sure he would be sad to hear what you did.”
Mikawa: “What did you say?! I did this for Boss----”
Katsuya: “If all the scratch cards do not return in their original form, we have no choice but to cancel the 1st anniversary event. If that happens, wouldn’t Boss Sakai be upset?”
Mikawa: “Th-That is . . .”
Katsuya: “This incident that you caused for the sake of your boss invites such consequences . . . Thank you for supporting KALEN. However, due compensation for this shall properly follow.  . . . Please inform Boss Sakai.”
Mikawa: “You-You’ll let me go?!”
Katsuya: “Yeah, but you must convey these words to Boss Sakai.”
Mikawa: “Th-Thank you . . . I’ll definitely tell my boss. Well then, please excuse me . . .”
{Mikawa runs off.}
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Watase: “Was it okay to let him escape, Ka-chan?”
Katsuya: “I just got in touch with my subordinates . . . It seems all the stolen scratch cards can be recovered. I was considering cancelling the event the day after tomorrow, but it seems it can be held safely. There’s no problem . . . I didn’t miss anything. You heard what I said to him, didn’t you? ‘Due compensation for this shall properly follow’ . . .”
Watase: “. . . Ka-chan’s nasty expression, I feel like this is the first time I’ve seen that in a while. For underestimating the Omi Alliance, I figured the Watase Family can properly rake the Sakai Family over the coals. Seeing Ka-chan’s face, I changed my mind. Can I leave the disposal of Sakai Family to Ka-chan?”
Katsuya: “Yes, I intended to do that from the beginning.”
Watase: “Isn’t this unusual for Ka-chan, who hates fighting, to do?”
Katsuya: “Watase-no-aniki, I am also a yakuza. Lately, I’ve been devoted to doing honest work, but I can’t just allow myself to be underestimated and keep silent, can I?”
Watase: “Then I’ll leave this to Osaka Enterprises! Go wild with all your might, Ka-chan!!”
Katsuya: “Please leave it to me. I’ll clean it up in one night . . .”
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|That night, Katsuya attacked the Sakai Family office with the full force of Osaka Enterprises. After the attack by Osaka Enterprises, Sakai Family was demolished overnight.|
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multigender-shit · 2 months ago
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hey i’m felix!
profile pic thing from this picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/342705
this is gonna be bulleted because i just think that’s easier to read
about me
name: felix
genderfluid/flux/multigender
i also identify as trans and nonbinary
asexual panromantic
questioning aromantic
he/they
i have feminine genders and consider myself a woman but i have a kind of complex relationship with femininity so i prefer he/they 
i’m 17 so please keep that in mind when interacting with me/my posts
account
meant to help educate people about multigender identities
provide a relatable/safe space for other multigender people
share memes/jokes/information about multigender identities
tags
posts about me will me tagged as “hey! that’s me!”
posts not about gender will be tagged “not gender”
posts about sexuality will be tagged “sexuality”
posts about neither will be tagged “not lgbt”
positivity posts are tagged “positivity” 
i’ll tag every post with whatever identity its about, so if you’re looking for a specific identity just search for it
if you don’t find a certain identity let me know so i can post about it!
if you need any triggers tagged let me know! even if its a very specific trigger just let me know im always happy to tag things
this isn’t really a tag thing but i try to use tone indicators a lot but sometimes i forget so if you ever need clarification just ask! 
if i ever forget to tag something please let me know!
asks and such
anon asks are always on!
you can ask about multigender identities, gender in general or my gender and ill answer to the best of my abilities
you can also ask questions about sexuality if you want
if you need help figuring out you gender/sexuality you can ask about that too!
you can also submit a post if you’d like! 
i also have my messages turned on so if you want to talk about something but don’t want other people seeing you can always message me! just remember im a minor and i will block and report you if you start saying anything inappropriate
you can also message me if you just wanna be friends 
whats wrong with him? 
mental illness tw
adhd
maybe autism
depression
anxiety
ptsd
if you want to ask about mental illness things that fine too! again you can really talk to me about anything, i don’t care!
i’m just putting this here so if i talk about anything of these things you’ll know i know what i’m talking about!
i don’t know what to title this but here you go!
i’m white so if you see me talking about race issues know that its a “here’s what i’ve heard thing” and not a “here’s what i’ve experienced”
along with that, if you ever see me say anything that’s not correct or is offensive, please let me know!
this isn’t related to the previous two but i use a lot of words that are usually used romantically (babe, baby, darling, love) in a platonic way but that being said if i call you any of that and you don’t like it please tell me so i don’t do it anymore! i try to just do it with friends but i might slip up
dni 
mentions of general bigotry and p*dophilia
racists
sexists
intersexists (sexism against intersex people)
homophobes
terfs/ trans-misogynists
just transphobes in general 
enby-phobes or any label under nonbinary-phobes
ace/aro/bi/pan-phobes
nsfw blogs
“MAPs” (pedophiles)
anyone who likes trump. i don’t care if you “don’t agree with everything he did.” leave.
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winterled · 2 months ago
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RULES
Short, sweet, and to the point. Follow these rules and we all have a great time.
1. Mutuals only. I must be following you and you must be following me. Only those that I follow can like starter calls, send in character asks, and reply to posts.
1a. I will not interact with non-Mutuals, that includes asks, unless it’s done anonymously and it doesn’t have a url attached.  Anyone who breaks this rule will get about a few pardons but after that will be blocked.
2. My time is limited here in what I can do. This means that I am very selective in what I reply to. Doesn’t necessary mean that I am ignoring anyone. Some days I reply to everything and everyone, others I am so burnt out from irl things or work that I just lurk and do the bare minimum. My mental health and well-being comes before anything else.
2a. Replies vary by length and time. I normally work eight to ten hours a day and experience a lot of exhaustion. Unless I don’t see a thread or an ask going anywhere and publicly make a post saying it’s been dropped, consider everything as pending / will do ASAP. Memes are okay to send in late unless it clearly states, not accepting. My timezone is Eastern Standard Time or EST. United States is where I am located at. I am usually online from 10 PM EST to 3 AM EST unless it’s a day off from work, which the online time will vary from 12 PM EST to 3 AM EST.
2b.  Role-playing is a hobby, not a job. Do not pester me for replies or asks to be answered. I am not obligated to owe anyone anything on this website. I am human and can’t cater to everyone’s needs.  Being persistent here is not going to make me answer yours faster than other people.
2c. Don’t follow, unfollow, and then refollow my blog. It’s not going to make me want to follow you back, ever. It’s annoying and no one is being crafty by doing that. If you continue to do this and it isn’t a tumblr glitch, I will be inclined to block and possibly report for spam.
3. If you do need to break mutuals with me, HARD BLOCK my blog. Don’t just UNFOLLOW or SOFT BLOCK because chances are that I could mistakenly follow you again. And that’s something we both don’t want since it would be quite awkward.
3a. I have the right to unfollow whoever I want to and so do you. Please don’t go on a hunt and try to guilt trip me into following you back again. Just don’t. I can and will tell you the reason why I unfollowed you but other than that, just let me leave in peace.
3b. Personal blogs and non RP blogs will be blocked on site. Please, if you have a side blog let me know through asks so I don’t accidentally block you. IMs are not a good way to let me know since they are closed for non-mutuals.
4. Duplicates are welcomed to follow me. The more the merrier. I do not suffer from same muse anxiety and encourage any of the same muse to follow me. Only request is that you don’t steal my headcanons, edits or icons. Other than that, we should all be able to have a good time. I’m always up for twin verses or alternate universes shenanigans.
4a. Original Characters are allowed to follow me. However, they need to be a little flesh out before I make a decision to follow them back or not. Just a small backstory or biography is all that I need. Headcanons also work if there isn’t an about page but must have about one page worth for me to consider following.
4b. Crossover Characters from other shows are allowed to follow me but I must know about said muse or else I’ll have a hard time whether to follow or not. Few fandoms I won’t interact with because I have no interest in these series are: Avatar the Last Airbender, Avatar the Legend of Korra. ( more to be added ).
5. I am a multi-ship blog. All ships are separate in their own standings. Bucky is 27 ( at the age when he was injected with the super soldier serum ). As such, I will only be shipping him romantically with muses his own age ( muses 20-30 ). Some threads may get a little spicy but nothing that requires a ‘ do not read at work’ type of posts. I will tag those post that are suggestive with a ‘spicy: tw & spicy for ts’ for blacklisting purposes.
5a. I am open to all kinds of ships, not just romantic ones. I also enjoy platonic, rivalry, and familiar bonds. All ships are open to discussions through my IM(s) or otherwise known as Instant Messenger. Chemistry is key. As long as we interact a little, there’s always the chance that both muses can be in a relationship.
6. Things for you to tag for me are: BIRDS, CHAIN LETTERS, ORGANS, DOGS. For the birds and dogs, just irl ones trigger me. I am fine with cartoon / art / video game ones as they are not real.
6a. This blog will contain sensitive themes from time to time. However, I will tag common things like those mentioned below. If you need anything tagged, please let me know through instant messaging / IMs. Things I’ll tag for you are but not limited to: BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, BODY HORROR, EYE HORROR, INSECTS, MAGGOTS, BRUISES, SCARS, GUNS, KNIVES, CLOWNS.  
7. I am over the age of eighteen. However, I refuse to write smut as I am not comfortable with that subject to begin with. Please never force me to write this with you and if you keep sending things to me in this type of nature, I will report you, no questions asked.
7a. If I see any form of hate and I find out it was you that sent it, I will immediately BLOCK you. No questions asked. Life is too short to send unwanted hate, anon or not. All anon hate and hate towards me and my characters ( s ) in general will be reported and then blocked, no questions asked.
8. My pen name on here is SERE. Obliviously, that is not my real name but it’s what I go by. It’s short for ‘Serena’, the English name that DIC gave Usagi Tsukino in the Americanized version of Sailor Moon. It’s pronounced; SIR-REE.
9. I am not a meme source. If you need to reblog a meme from my blog and don’t plan to send me anything, reblog from the source. I hardly get asks as it is, and for you to just use me as a meme source puts a bad taste in my mouth and I feel like I’m being used, which isn’t a good feeling. If you wonder if you should send in a meme to me, please do. I love getting asks. I do hoard them from time to time like a dragon hoards treasure but I do get to them eventually. The more memes / asks, the merrier.
9a.  Feel free to turn inbox replies into threads. Just remember to make separate post when replying. Do not reblog threads not meant for you and don’t reblog my headcanons. It’s okay to reblog my asks though if you want them to be keepsakes on your own blog. Also, it’s alright to reblog musings and images from me.
10. I rather not be bothered by callout posts and any potential drama that might accumulate. I am just here to have fun and I hope everyone else can too. Life is too short to spend on certain things that don’t matter in the long run. If I see multiple call out posts from you in a single day or that’s all you post, I will quietly unfollow you.
11.  Out of character posts will be on here from time to time. Mostly talking about life in general or me venting once in a great while. If this annoys you, please remember that this is my blog, not yours. You are welcomed to unfollow / block at any time.
11a.  The best way to interact with me is to send memes / asks / inbox things. I am always up for unprompted things in my inbox. Also, my instant messenger is always open if someone needs to contact me out of character or to plot something. Don’t hesitate to talk to me. I will try my best to respond.
11b. Not interacting after a month or two with me and my blog will make me silently unfollow you or result in a soft block. Or if you don’t interact with me at all, even out of character. Also, if you are gone for more than 6 months, I consider your blog inactive and will probably assume that you aren’t going to return.
12. I’m really laid-back in nature so don’t feel pressure to reply to anything I send to you. I understand that life happens and that sometimes you just need to unwind from the stress of daily life.
13. For pronouns; either SHE/HER or THEY/THEM is okay with me. My orientation is DEMIROMANTIC ASEXUAL. I love anime, manga, video games, music, drawing, and writing. If you read all of this, then thank you! I won’t ask for passcodes but please still try to remember these at some point. That’s all I ask. <3.
( rules may be updated from time to time so please check here once in awhile. I will also post when these are updated as well
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thefanficmonster · 2 months ago
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Fooled Me
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: None
Genre: FLUFF
Summary: A new player is introduced into the Among Us streaming clique - a very sweet, kind, adorable friend of Rae’s who aspires to be a streamer. And who also is a really bad liar ALLEGEDLY.
Requested by 💜🌺 Anon. Hi darling! Sorry to be posting your wonderful request so late :( I wish I could’ve done it sooner, especially since I was looking forward to it so much due to how cute and fun it is. Well, I hope you haven’t given up on me yet 🤭 and I hope you enjoy reading the fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Love, Vy ❤
“I have someone I could call if you guys want.“ I hear Rae suggest while I read the chat of my stream, only partially paying attention to what’s going on in the call where people are discussing who to call to fill the spot Felix left when he had to leave us because of something he had forgotten to do - poor guy said Marzia would kill him, so F in the chat for him. 
Yeah people are still spamming Fs in my chat for Felix but there are still some comments that I’d like to read out loud and give a shoutout to the people who sent them in while we take this short in-between rounds break. I don’t really mind anyone they may or may not invite, I’ve grown more comfortable with meeting new people. I now consider Among Us my home terrain and anyone who dares enter my territory should fear me. I’m just kidding, of course. Or am I?
“Sure, bring em in.“ Sykkuno gives Rae the go-ahead for inviting whoever she has in mind.
I’m tampering with the sound settings of the stream after I saw some people saying they couldn’t hear the discussions well, when Rae speaks up again.
“Ok everyone, I’d like you to meet my friend Y/N!“ she announces excitedly.
In the state of autopilot my brain is currently in, I have a hard time comprehending new information or responding to people outside the chat section. That’s one of the reasons why this unfamiliar voice that suddenly appeared in the call stunned me the slightest bit. 
“Hi!“ It’s friendly a greeting, giving off shy vibes based on the tone it’s said in. “It’s so nice to meet you all!” The voice is female and a perfect combination of timid and bold, all the while sweet and pleasant to listen to.
We give her a warm, friendly welcome as we do for each and every guest. She’s quick to warm up to us and relax. One could literally hear the shyness and nervousness melt away as if she is finally convinced we’re all just human and not people she should break a sweat over. We sort of got carried away in chatting, forgetting the game of Among Us we even recruited her for as everyone asks her questions to get to know her better.
“Well, cause I’m still in college I have only a part-time waitressing job on the side. I’d like to get into streaming though, but I can’t seem to ever bring myself to sit down and press record, you know?.“ She giggles, answering Sykkuno’s question of if she’s been able to find a job with her animation major despite not having a degree yet. “Editing for a YouTuber would be fun too.“
“She’s edited many videos for me!“ Rae pipes in, “And I’ve tried talking her into trying out streaming, but that’s the downside of being friends since childhood - she’s immune to my persuasions!“
“Sorry Rae-Rae, but you have no power here!“ Y/N deepens her voice in an attempt to sound more ominous and powerful, but she only ends up sounding more adorable, to the point where it almost crack me up.
“You mean: You have no power here!“ I repeat the phrase using the deepest version of my voice I can manage, provoking laughter from everyone in the call.
“I’ll use you as my threat translator, hope you don’t mind, Corpse.“ Y/N says giggly, “No one takes my threats seriously, sad face.“
“You should see her when she’s angry! She’s the embodiment of that meme with the stuffed baby bird with a plastic knife. You just wanna hug her and squeeze the ‘anger’ out of her.“ Rae is seriously giving off the vibes of an older sister embarrassing her younger sibling. It shows that their relationship fits that description very well considering Rae is indeed older than Y/N and they’ve been friends since toddlers. “Or just hug her, you know. She’s the best hugger.“
“Rae, quit describing me as though I’m a koala!“ Y/N complains, more like whines. I may have never seen this girl, nor do I have the slightest clue of what she looks like, other than the fact that she’s cute, but I can imagine her crossing her arms over her chest and pouting her lip as she said that.
“What?! It’s not like I’m lying!“ Rae hurries to defend herself, not that it’ll help her much, “Oh, speaking of, Y/N’s the worst liar. You’ll know when she’s the impostor right away.“
“Yeah I thought so.” The words slip me before I can think of the consequences they might bring me in the near future. I immediately tense up, eyebrows shooting upwards and my eyes widen as I await Y/N’s reaction.
“What is THAT supposed to mean?!“
Oh shit. I’m dead
If I could imagine her crossing her arms and pouting before, I can most definitely imagine her fuming right now. A murderous look in her and clenched fists. I basically drew a red target symbol on my forehead with that not calculated move. I brought my own demise at my doorstep. I picked a fight with a cutesy looking opponent that probably has a knife with my name on it now. Maybe a grave and a tombstone too.
At least the name will finally fit, huh.
“I just meant that...“ I don’t know how I’m planning on digging myself out of this hole but my miserable attempts are cut off by Y/N.
“Save your excuses!“
Rae laughs a little in the background, obviously enjoying the show that’s about to turn into a Dark Web Red Room real quick. “May Lord have mercy on your soul, Corpse.” She has the audacity to say and starts the round without giving me a chance to respond. Probably for the best, I can only get myself in a harder position right now.
And harder did my position just get: IMPOSTOR
With Y/N...
Yeah, this won’t bode well for me.
I run up to Electrical where I find Felix doing a task with Toast so I exit the room as casually and discreetly as possible. Heading to the right side of the map I pass by Jaiden along the way but I decide not to kill her when I see Jack coming out of Comms. I know I could easily kill one of them and throw the blame on the other as I could’ve done back in Electrical with Toast and Felix, but I for some reason can’t bring myself to do it. My head is not in the game properly, at least not yet. I’m still back in the lobby before the start of the game where I made such a sweet person my enemy. And now said enemy is my partner. 
Ok, Corpse, let’s think about this - Y/N is a smart, be it competitive girl. She’s not gonna throw the round just cause she wants to stab you with a stick. Sure, she will probably be passive aggressive and stuff, but you can survive that and apologize later. Hey, at least you’re an impostor with her. Imagine if she killed your crewmate ass.
With this thought process I find myself entering Navigation where I find Y/N and Sykkuno. As soon as I step foot in the room, Sykkuno’s dead body hits the floor and Y/N reports it, leaving me dumbfounded.
“It was Corpse.“ She says, tone cold and firm, “He was walking away from the body up to O2 where I was coming from. The body’s in Nav, by the way.“
“Wha-?! No I wasn’t!“ Ok, maybe the aforementioned thought process was wishful thinking. Maybe she’s prepared to go all out just because of a grudge turned rivalry. “You killed Sykkuno and self-reported, you monster!“
“I don’t know, Corpse. It doesn’t sound like Y/N is lying...“ Felix trails off, “Plus you walked in Electrical and left when you saw Toast and I were in there.“
“Yeah, you also seemed to pause for a second when you passed by Jaiden but carried on when I came in the hallway. Pretty sus, dude. Pretty sus.“ Jack joins the discussion, also on the side of my demise.
“Guys, I know Y/N like the back of my hand. Believe me when I say I have heard her poor excuse for lying before. She stutters, laughs, hesitates. That was most definitely not a lie.“ Oh Rae how you don’t even know your best friends is beyond me but please stop playing a part in my soon to be execution!
And just like that, my little astronaut is floating in space.
I’ve never had something like this happen to me, or to anyone in the group - an impostor to rat out their partner. Hasn’t happened, never. Or at least I can’t remember. Y/N is really something else. Something special.
“The only comfort I get from this is the fact that there’s no way she’ll win.“ I say to my viewers, “One inexperienced impostor vs almost a full lobby of crewmates - it’s not looking too good for her. She made a rookie move there. She’ll come to regret it.“
If playing Among Us with Y/N has taught me anything is that I should never, EVER, question anyone’s odds. Especially not hers. Nor should I attempt to foresee the end of a round. Why, you may be wondering. Oh, well, maybe because I’ve been observing Y/N for the past five to ten minutes, watching her kill off crewmates one by one and then just chilling during the discussions because not a single soul sused her. She even managed to do what I failed - threw the blame on Jack after killing Jaiden, which she managed rather easily, getting him ejected from the ship.
I watch in awe when I see the VICTORY screen shining brightly in front of me - the ‘Congratulations’ to Y/N’s hard work of murdering the entire lobby all on her own, never being sused by anyone other Jack and myself. And yes, while what she did to me could be considered foul play, it was genius and served its purpose of smacking me across the face with a ‘You thought so? Well you thought wrong, BITCH!’
“Y/N, what the actual HELL?! How-?!“ Rae is out of words, and all out of ways to make this make sense. Must admit, I’m in the same boat with her, just more mesmerized than surprised. The element of surprise wore off after Y/N’s second kill which is when I realized what kind of a cold-blooded monster I was in a partnership with. More importantly, what kind of demon I had breathing down my neck. That knife with my name on it scares me far more now, I must admit.
“What was that about you knowing Y/N like the back of your hand, Rae?“ Sykkuno asks, trying his best to suppress laughter as to not enrage Rae who is one poke away from lashing out.
“Yeah, Rae. Do you have a third hand you don’t know about by any chance?“ I might as well poke that final stick - I too won the round, after all. Dead or alive, it doesn’t matter.
“HAVE YOU BEEN SCAMMING ME ALL OUR FRIENDSHIP?!“ Y/N apparently has the audacity to laugh, so much so to the point of being unable to answer Rae’s question. “Y/N don’t make me come over there and impostor your ass IRL.”
Ok that warning scared me and I’m pretty sure the rest of the peanut gallery that this lobby has become. The cackling demon is unfazed, however. “Darling, I couldn’t lie to save my life. But sometimes there are more important things than saving your life. Proving a point, for example.“ She went from sounding like a Disney princess to the voice of a villain in the time it took her to take out an entire lobby. I’m in absolute awe, all I can do is gape at my screen.
And simp
Yeah, definitely. This is the one time I’m willing to admit I’m actively simping. For someone that got me ejected in the first five minutes of gameplay on top of all! Somehow, that only makes me simp more.
“I’m just gonna say I earned that. For the record, I really didn’t kill Sykkuno, she did. But she did me well. And dirty. Well and dirty, and it was 100% deserved. I applaud you, Y/N. Good job, you fooled me with your cute koala act.“
I hear that menacing sinister giggle of Y/N’s ring in my ears again, like an enchanting echo that’s gonna leave me dead in a second. “See Rae? Sometimes lying and killing prove to be worth it in the end. Right, Corpsie?”
“Oh yeah.“
Oh yeah, simping hardcore
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aognews · 2 months ago
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Buccaneers' Jason Pierre-Paul has embraced his amputations and grown; now he's helping me - https://ajeeboghreeb.com/buccaneers-jason-pierre-paul-has-embraced-his-amputations-and-grown-now-hes-helping-me/Buccaneers' Jason Pierre-Paul has embraced his amputations and grown; now he's helping me Toward the end of the 2015 season, Jason Pierre-Paul walked into a room for an interview with Fox. Before he sat down in his chair, the reporter, Laura Okmin, stood, smiled ... and gave him the finger.Pierre-Paul smiled back -- and threw a bird her way, too.The New York Giants' PR people and Fox camera crew all stopped what they were doing and just stared at one another. Okmin let it hang in the air for a second, and then she explained what was happening as Pierre-Paul laughed along with the quick backstory:She had spoken with Pierre-Paul earlier in the season, right before his first game back after a horrible fireworks accident that July. He had blown off his index finger and the top half of his middle finger. When he sat down, she noticed he hid his hand a bit, just out of view of the camera and the people in the room. She noticed this because she had hidden her hand, too. She had been hiding her hand for decades.After the interview, Okmin approached Pierre-Paul with a confession. When she had been 9 months old, her middle finger had gotten chopped off in the spokes of an exercise bike. Doctors had reattached it, but it wasn't quite the same. They shared a moment in the hallway, holding up their middle fingers together, two puffy reminders of painful moments. From that day forward, every time Okmin and JPP encounter each other, they begin with a one-finger salute that unites them -- and confuses everybody else in the room.Okmin recently tweeted a selfie of the two of them holding up their middle fingers, with a caption about how much it has helped her to see Pierre-Paul showing the world his hurts in such an unflinching, unashamed way. She jokingly calls her middle finger her "fat finger" because the top half, where doctors had fused the tip back on, is thick and puffy. It can't grow a normal nail, so (during non-pandemic times) Okmin has always gotten manicures with one special request: Can you please apply a special fake nail to my middle finger?I cut off half my middle finger when I was young & was so embarrassed when anyone saw it. I learned so much from watching JPP go from hiding his fingers to being so open about showing/teaching from them. Our secret handshake?We flip each other off every time we see each other🖕 pic.twitter.com/b3fLQ1S0EP— Laura Okmin (@LauraOkmin) January 25, 2021 The tweet was striking because, in the hellscape of Twitter, it felt deeply of healing. Of two different people with body traumas who combined forces years ago to get over the hurdle of shame. Of two people who will not hide their hands anymore, damn it.I couldn't help but wonder, How do I get there, too?Fifteen years ago, I made a great -- but terrible -- decision to have the ends of my feet amputated. It was great because it turned out to be the right thing to do for my body. It was terrible because I made the decision mostly to get painkillers. If the whole thing were a math problem, I got the answer right despite showing the wrong work.I'd had several small amputations after contracting bacterial meningitis to get me to six toes, but my surgeon eventually said I might be better off sparing myself a steady stream of small surgeries over the next few years and having all my toes removed at once. So I had the surgery. I went from a Size 12 foot to a Size 4 foot in one afternoon. I woke up in a haze and stayed in an opioid-induced living coma for about the next three years until I realized I could either die or go to rehab. I picked rehab, and the past 12 years have been my best 12 years on Earth.I never healed, though. Sure, the actual hurt wore off. My body got better. They took the bandages off and removed the staples, and I did physical therapy and pain management and all the other stuff to make my body physically functional again.But looking back, I think I should have held a funeral for my feet. Maybe invite loved ones, prop up the toes in a small casket, say a eulogy and celebrate the many good years my little buddies had given me. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but funerals are life's clearest sign that you're wrapping up a chapter and must find a way to start the next one. You can laugh and cry and work through it all.2 RelatedI never really did that with my feet. Losing a part of yourself is a trauma way deeper than the actual wounds. You understand the fragility of life in a way that can be wonderful if you process it the way Jason Pierre-Paul has, as a gift disguised as awfulness. Deep in your soul, you realize that the only moment guaranteed to you is this one you're in right now, that your body might not be a temple, but it is definitely your hotel room for the night. Lean -- hard -- into your defects.That's where Pierre-Paul got to, mentally. His dad lost his eyesight as an adult, and Pierre-Paul said he never heard him complain once about what must have been an incredible loss as an adult. "With my hand," he says now, "I was looking at my hand every day and wondering, 'How?' Not why. Don't ask why. Ask how. And you know how it happened -- because I chose to play with those fireworks. I was the one who chose that. ... I didn't think I was never going to play football again. I just thought about how much of my hand that was still there and figured out how to work hard to get back."I wish I'd had Pierre-Paul's philosophy: the idea that amputation isn't a sad end, but an adventure to find a new beginning, that new chapter. Instead, I stuffed my face with Vicodin and Percocet and Oxycontin, sometimes all together in one big overdose party in my stomach, and tried to just bury everything.Since I got sober, I've done a lot better with accepting my feet. It's a long, complicated process that many amputees go through -- by the way, there are an estimated 2 million Americans with amputations, including 185,000 new cases every year, so next time you go to Target, chances are you'll cruise past somebody like me. I'm not weird. My feet aren't horrific deformities. I'm different. That's it: different.One huge thing that's helped me is learning to laugh about my feet. Back at Christmastime, I came down the steps while my wife and three daughters were in the dining room. When I come down steps, I land hard, like my tiny feet are fists balled up, punching the floor. I heard someone in the dining room say, "Geez, it sounds like a reindeer is running loose through the house."Everybody laughed, and I heard my kindergartner's voice quietly say, "Here comes Rudolph," and they all laughed ever louder. And I laughed, too. It was genuinely funny, and I'd rather be laughing than crying.Being in New York meant Pierre-Paul's trauma was fodder for tabloid speculation. But he has still found a way forward. Don Juan Moore/Getty ImagesOkmin is big on humor, too. We had a good giggle when we were on the phone and she called her finger her nub."That's what we call my feet, too!" I yelled."We're in the nub club," she joked back.She credits her conversations with Pierre-Paul over the years as key to finding the funny when it comes to her finger. Pierre-Paul thinks it's crucial to laugh about your loss -- this summer, he posted on Instagram about old memes where people goofed on him for having a "Ninja Turtle hand," holding up his hand for a closeup and saying "I'm still counting dem racks with it lol." His 6-year-old son recently asked him for the first time what happened to his hand. Pierre-Paul explained it to him, and his son said got a determined look on his face. "OK, I need to protect you," the boy said. "No more fireworks, Dad.""I can laugh about that now," Pierre-Paul says. "It was a beautiful moment because he asked me. I didn't tell him. It was something he was wondering on his own. And then I could talk to him, and it's now up to him to not blow off his fingers."The fireworks incident was ugly. He was entertaining his neighborhood, setting stuff off with friends, and accidentally set off the last one of the night in his hand. The New York tabloids and talk radio industrial complexes had a field day with him, and things got worse when reports leaked that Giants reps couldn't find Pierre-Paul. Pierre-Paul said it was just a misunderstanding, that he'd been transferred to another hospital, that he wasn't hiding from the team.Either way, the injury was terrible. His entire hand was black and burned, and nothing could be done to salvage parts of it. What remains is a puffy, scarred right hand that he now puts out there now with no shame. I find that inspiring.I'm also struck by the sheer magnitude of that moment. Remember, I struggled with the shocking mortality I felt when my body was forever altered, and I'm just a dad-bodded sports editor. Think back to how the world saw Jason Pierre-Paul before that day in 2015. He had gone viral at South Florida after video surfaced of him, at 6-foot-5, 278 pounds, ripping off 13 straight backflips (he says he used to be able to do 23 without stopping, so that was actually a slow day at the office). When he got to the NFL, he was a breathtaking talent. You know the way NFL fans drool over Tyreek Hill for having moves? Well, we did that early on in Pierre-Paul's career.And then July 4, 2015, happened. He has since done PSAs for fireworks safety and acknowledges that fireworks should be handled only by professionals. And he has moved on. He began to see his hand not as ruined, just new and different. That's so much easier said than done. It's so easy to see yourself as less than, to look at the wound and see only a billboard for your less-than-edness. You don't want the world to see you the way you're already seeing yourself. That's why I wear socks at the pool and at the beach. It's hard to square that circle.I still remember taking one of my daughters to a kid's birthday party at an indoor rock-climbing gym. Everybody had to take their shoes off to be on the mats, so I took mine off. Within two minutes, I saw a little girl ignoring instructions because she couldn't stop looking at my tiny feet. And they are jarring, even in socks -- for perspective, I have a smaller foot than my daughter in kindergarten, and it's not really close.So, this girl was just gawking. She leaned toward her mom's ear and whispered something, and then I watched them both start staring at my tiny feet. I eventually tried to distract them with a joke: "Hey, my eyes are up here, you two." The mom nervously chuckled, but I caught them both looking at me the rest of the day. It's really hard to not feel like a weirdo in those moments.Know what Pierre-Paul does when somebody at the grocery store is staring at his hand? "I ask them if they want to see him, and then I walk up and show them," he says. "My hand is not a big problem. I'm OK with what I got."Okmin is closer to that point than ever, too. She has had some profound exchanges -- granted, via dueling middle fingers -- with Pierre-Paul. But her thinking dramatically shifted when she started dating her future husband, Michael, a few years ago. On one of their early outings, she left behind her fake nail for the first time. During the date, he reached to hold her left hand, and she instinctively tried to pull back and sub in her right. But he wouldn't let go. "Hold on," he said, and he leaned down and kissed her middle finger."That was the first time I ever felt good about it," she says now. "He was telling me that finger was beautiful. If somebody had done that for me when I was a little girl, I would have felt so different going forward."Her comfort has grown to the point of that aforementioned selfie tweet. "I would have never tweeted that until a year or two ago," she says. "I love that picture so much because I felt like it was a huge step for me. I'm proud of it."I applauded her for putting it out there for the world to see, and she had some kind words for me about how I should love myself the way that I am, not the way that I was. And so we decided to take a small step together. We exchanged pictures of our wounds -- her finger, my feet -- and decided to take the leap of showing the world, too. So here they are. Our nubs are your nubs now.Courtesy Laura OkminCourtesy Ryan HockensmithWhen Pierre-Paul talks, he is a commanding presence. This guy has seen some s---, you end up thinking. And he has: He's been dealing with a knee injury all season that he says has him playing at 65-70% ("I can't wait to have surgery to fix my knee.") Before that, he suffered a broken neck in a 2019 car accident that could have been career-ending.Now, he's back in the Super Bowl and a Pro Bowler for the first time since 2012, and he's a beacon of hope for us amputees. In this humble writer's opinion, he's already the Super Bowl MVP.Before I let him go, I tell him I still feel a little sheepish -- embarrassed, even -- about my feet. Enter my new life coach, Jason Pierre-Paul:"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he says. "Think about it. You can change peoples' lives -- youuuu! You can change a little boy's life who might be hiding his body right now, who might not want to get in the pool because of his feet. A person like you can say, 'It's OK, look at me.' Do you have kids?"Me: "Yes, three girls."Him: "Three girls! Do they know about what happened to your feet?"Me: "Yes."Him: "And what do they say?"Me (long pause after an audible gulp): "They're proud of me."Him: "There you go. And they still love you, right?"Me: "Yes, very much."Him: "It just goes to show you, you can touch so many people. It ain't your fault. Thank god you're alive. For your daughters. For your wife. For yourself. You gotta enjoy yourself and work hard to be happy. I'm proud of you, man."Me: "Can I be in the club with you and Laura?"Him: "Forrrrrrrrrr sure. You're in the club."We made some loose plans to someday get together, the three of us. Pierre-Paul will be there with his Ninja Turtle Hand. Okmin can come with her Fat Finger. And I will bring my Rudolphs. #Buccaneers #Jason #PierrePaul #embraced #amputations #grown #hes #helping
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midorixzuku · 2 months ago
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Hero’s Handbook
DISCLAIMER
I don’t own BNHA/MHA or Midoriya Izuku - the anime, manga, movies etc all belong to their respective creator as well as the respective companies who produce/make the manga/anime.
RULES
Writing Length
I’m a paragraph role-player as I do love to put some information into the scenery, my characters thoughts and feelings as well as what they’re doing. Multi-Paragraph and Novella replies I will do slowly as I believe that for those sorts of replies, you need to take your time and consider everything. The only time I will accept a one-liner reply is when you genuinely have no idea to reply or when we’re just fooling around.
Replies
I have a life and a job outside of Tumblr and RP, but I will try to reply in a timely manner, if I don’t reply within 3+ days without warning you, you are free to come into my IM and bug me about it. Chances are that the reply is sitting in my drafts and I just need that little push to finish it off.
NSFW
I’m over the age of twenty-one so NSFW topics like sex, gore, horror etc will be on this blog. This is a manga that is violence heavy after all thus they will be on here as well, though I am not that good at action scenes.
Reblog Karma
I’m not fussed if you reblog my ask memes and not send one in. I don’t really follow Reblog Karma unless I feel like our muses will be able to interact through it.
Ask Threads
While I’m not fussed if you do Ask Threads, I’m a bit iffy on them and I would prefer if we moved our roleplay onto a new post so that we can continue it easily. Not to mention, Tumblr sometimes tends to eat asks so I wouldn’t want to be one of those who loses an ask and makes my partner feel like I’m ignoring them.
Trimming Threads
I trim my threads as it makes my blog look neater. You don’t have to trim yours if you don’t want to, but my replies will always be trimmed.
Follow/Follow Back
I’m a believer of ‘You follow me I follow you back’ however if I cannot see our characters interacting with each other then, unfortunately, I will not be following you.
If I follow you and you don’t follow me back within a week, I will unfollow as I don’t wish to clutter up my dash. That is not to say I won’t follow you if you do follow me back after that period.
I will not follow personal blogs and I will block you if you do follow me, just be warned.
Plotting
I’m always up for some plotting though I am more a wing-it type of girl.
Pre-Established Relationships
I’m a sucker for a good relationship and pre-established ones are always the ones that are more fun to roleplay and it also gives us a chance to plot out a potential past thread of how they met.
Shipping
I’m a shipping whore and this blog is a multi-ship one as well however all ships will be in their own ‘verses’ of a sort and so there will be no cheating what-so-ever. Unless, of course, spoken about before hand.
Triggers
I don’t have any triggers myself really. I do tag triggers though with #tw; ____ so if you have a trigger that you want blacklisted do use that format.
God modding
Unless this has been discussed between partners, it will never happen.
Password
I don’t have a password myself however if you do have a password yourself, I will try to send you one though don’t be surprised if I don’t. I’m a bit anxious when I see stuff like that, but I will try to send your password. If I don’t send one in on the day I follow, it is just a matter of me having followed you cause you blog looked cool before bed and I will send one in when I wake up.
ICONS
Regarding the icons, I use; they all come from a variety of different sources from all sorts of creators. Some of them will be my own creations though they will contain a border and some sort of icon to showcase that.
IN REGARD TO DECEASED CHARACTERS
Personally, I have no problem roleplaying with any of those characters.
PORTRAYAL
Like many other characters on this site, my Deku will be divergent from canon and he will also be influenced by head canon’s that I do have for him.
HEADCANONS
Regarding my head canons - I take the time to develop them and flesh them out. They are mine and mine alone and they are for my Izuku. The only way I will allow someone to use my head canon is if they politely ask permission and even then, it’s a huge IF.
ABOUT THE MUN
I’m Trish, 25 year’s old and I’m from England though I was born in Poland. I have around 9+ years of roleplaying under my belt and 6 of those are from roleplaying on Tumblr. I had quite a few blogs but there were some people who were awfully rude to me, so I deleted them, I stayed away from Tumblr for a few months before coming back.
I currently have a lot of other blogs though apart from this one, all the others are on indefinite hiatus.
My time zone is GTM+1 so please do remember that.
I don’t like dealing with mun drama and anon hate so if you send stuff like that to me be prepared to be blocked and/or reported to Tumblr.
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angrychairmansaysfrack · 3 months ago
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11x04 rewatch reactions by remmie
👀 spoilers ahead 👀
warning i am in pain, more irritable, and not completely mentally here so take these reactions and any posts after this with a grain of salt
- freddie is so cute!!
- love that the preview is the first scene
- btw what lady?? who moved in to the house after tony??
- "i spy, you shoot" 😦 wow
- god i know i'm more irritated rn but i really just don't care about carl again
- ohmygod franny no! djsjfkd is that a normal experience for young children? cutting their hair by themselves? i mean i gave myself bangs by essentially shaving the front of my part. it seems normal.
- oh god gallagher relations
- oh my god stop with carl please
- oh wow ian felt that
- fjsjdjd LOVE THAT IAN IS WATCHING BATMAN DJSJDJDDJDJ
- WJAJDJAJFIS WHY IS IT SO ZOOMED IN- HE LOOKS LIKE THAT FISHEYE FILTER MEME SJSJDDJSK I CAN'T LAUGH
- frank you used to sleep in your vomit and piss- while i hate terry with a burning pit of firey hell- you are also unhygienic and shitty as fuck
- okay wow they really are trying to make terry and frank do the homer ned fighting
- AWW UNCLE MICKEY MOMENT
- ooooooo sandy made a point!!!
- mickey your family is awful see through it please (therapy would help 😉)
- what is this shit? no? TAM TAM????
- the antiacid tablets in the back
- mickey you're going to give your husband a stroke ohmygod
- wow once again amy vs gemma stuff again 😔😔😔 when will gemma have rights
- oh wow they really put the flag in there, shameless people who work on the show why did you choose to do th at especially with trying to make this "battle" just a neighborly haha battle thing (i don't make sense when in pain)
- okay the pain meds have kicked in, debbie did you just kick out your girlfriend?? i mean she was never invited to move in but??? you never kicked her out before???
- HEY IAN AND MICKEY PUT ON YOUR MASKS????!!!!?????
- okay at least mickey can see it- oh wow ian looked too proud of himself
- AJAJSJSIDDJ SJSJDJEJSSJD DNDSKKDDKDJDJSDJSJSJDJSFJSJ THE SJSJDJSJDKSF SMIRK AND THE "MICK!"
- oh wow carl's past is haunting him 😐
- EWWWWW NO GROSS STOP IT BAD VIBES BAD VIBES
- wow okay please go back to the lip and tami scene, this is fucked
- bro if the gallaghers all move out into a new house i might cry harder at the end of the season
- kev made a good point i hate that i laughed
- debbie you did not put your ginger kid in a blonde wig 😐
- wait you went to his house?? excuse me??
- a h okay teacher who groomed tami, fun, so much fun haha 😐😐
- hey british shit is good leave it be
- oh my wow milkoviches are just that name
- oh wow debbie's "don't do this to me", hey debbie your kid doesn't owe you shit
- SHSJJDJS ohmygod, badass walk though
- ohmygod kev
- ABAJAJDJAJFJAKD IAN HOLDING BACK MICKEY- i lauGHED and almost dislodged my gauze
- ... tami... tami... ohmygod tami... 😦 you were groomed and taken advantage of...
- can y'all keep a consistent mask policy please- ohmygod debbie that's not what she means by privilege
- the amount of new milkoviches they have now my god
- frank. 😐
- oh wow someone really wrote this script
- that's a lot of weed
- oh my god lip can you please like report him?? to someone??
- okay y'all both went too far with calling each other out please stop please just listen to what your kids actually want
- the fact ian let mickey answer that
- also w o w a grand?!?
- PLEASE REPORT HIM! PLEASE!
- okay good speech but i could tell they were just gonna announce the winner
- wow okay didn't need to picture that
- OH HELL NO
- wow okay tami i love you you just did your own therapy
- THANK YOU LIP- now go report him!
- see why can't carl be robin hood esque
- ew ew ew ew
good episode i think, can't wait to see how and where exactly the security thing goes
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braveryhearted · 3 months ago
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RULES
Short, sweet, and to the point. Follow these rules and we all have a great time.
1. Mutuals only. I must be following you and you must be following me. Only those that I follow can like starter calls, send in character asks, and reply to posts.
1a. I will not interact with non-Mutuals, that includes asks, unless it’s done anonymously and it doesn’t have a url attached.  Anyone who breaks this rule will get about a few pardons but after that will be blocked.
2. My time is limited here in what I can do. This means that I am very selective in what I reply to. Doesn’t necessary mean that I am ignoring anyone. Some days I reply to everything and everyone, others I am so burnt out from irl things or work that I just lurk and do the bare minimum. My mental health and well-being comes before anything else.
2a. Replies vary by length and time. I normally work eight to ten hours a day and experience a lot of exhaustion. Unless I don’t see a thread or an ask going anywhere and publicly make a post saying it’s been dropped, consider everything as pending / will do ASAP. Memes are okay to send in late unless it clearly states, not accepting. My timezone is Eastern Standard Time or EST. United States is where I am located at. I am usually online from 10 PM EST to 3 AM EST unless it’s a day off from work, which the online time will vary from 12 PM EST to 3 AM EST.
2b.  Role-playing is a hobby, not a job. Do not pester me for replies or asks to be answered. I am not obligated to owe anyone anything on this website. I am human and can’t cater to everyone’s needs.  Being persistent here is not going to make me answer yours faster than other people.
2c. Don’t follow, unfollow, and then refollow my blog. It’s not going to make me want to follow you back, ever. It’s annoying and no one is being crafty by doing that. If you continue to do this and it isn’t a tumblr glitch, I will be inclined to block and possibly report for spam.
3. If you do need to break mutuals with me, HARD BLOCK my blog. Don’t just UNFOLLOW or SOFT BLOCK because chances are that I could mistakenly follow you again. And that’s something we both don’t want since it would be quite awkward.
3a. I have the right to unfollow whoever I want to and so do you. Please don’t go on a hunt and try to guilt trip me into following you back again. Just don’t. I can and will tell you the reason why I unfollowed you but other than that, just let me leave in peace.
3b. Personal blogs and non RP blogs will be blocked on site. Please, if you have a side blog let me know through asks so I don’t accidentally block you. IMs are not a good way to let me know since they are closed for non-mutuals.
4. Duplicates are welcomed to follow me. The more the merrier. I do not suffer from same muse anxiety and encourage any of the same muse to follow me. Only request is that you don’t steal my headcanons, edits or icons. Other than that, we should all be able to have a good time. I’m always up for twin verses or alternate universes shenanigans.
4a. Original Characters are allowed to follow me. However, they need to be a little flesh out before I make a decision to follow them back or not. Just a small backstory or biography is all that I need. Headcanons also work if there isn’t an about page but must have about one page worth for me to consider following.
4b. Crossover Characters from other shows are allowed to follow me but I must know about said muse or else I’ll have a hard time whether to follow or not. Few fandoms I won’t interact with because I have no interest in these series are: Avatar the Last Airbender, Avatar the Legend of Korra. ( more to be added ).
5. I am a multi-ship blog. All ships are separate in their own standings. A little less than half of my muses are between the ages of 15-18 and then the rest are in the 20-30 range. As such, I will only be shipping them romantically with muses their own age. Some threads may get a little spicy for those 20-30 age groups but nothing that requires a ‘ do not read at work’ type of posts. I will tag those post that are suggestive with a ‘spicy: tw & spicy for ts’ for blacklisting purposes.
5a. I am open to all kinds of ships, not just romantic ones. I also enjoy platonic, rivalry, and familiar bonds. All ships are open to discussions through my IM(s) or otherwise known as Instant Messenger. Chemistry is key. As long as we interact a little, there’s always the chance that both muses can be in a relationship.
6. Things for you to tag for me are: BIRDS, CHAIN LETTERS, ORGANS, DOGS. For the birds and dogs, just irl ones trigger me. I am fine with cartoon / art / video game ones as they are not real.
6a. This blog will contain sensitive themes from time to time. However, I will tag common things like those mentioned below. If you need anything tagged, please let me know through instant messaging / IMs. Things I’ll tag for you are but not limited to: BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, BODY HORROR, EYE HORROR, INSECTS, MAGGOTS, BRUISES, SCARS, GUNS, KNIVES, CLOWNS.  
7. I am over the age of eighteen. However, I refuse to write smut as I am not comfortable with that subject to begin with and also the fact that some of the muses found here are MINORS which is a big huge NO. Please never force me to write this with you and if you keep sending things to me in this type of nature, I will report you, no questions asked.
7a. If I see any form of hate and I find out it was you that sent it, I will immediately BLOCK you. No questions asked. Life is too short to send unwanted hate, anon or not. All anon hate and hate towards me and my characters ( s ) in general will be reported and then blocked, no questions asked.
8. My pen name on here is SERE. Obliviously, that is not my real name but it’s what I go by. It’s short for ‘Serena’, the English name that DIC gave Usagi Tsukino in the Americanized version of Sailor Moon. It’s pronounced; SIR-REE.
9. I am not a meme source. If you need to reblog a meme from my blog and don’t plan to send me anything, reblog from the source. I hardly get asks as it is, and for you to just use me as a meme source puts a bad taste in my mouth and I feel like I’m being used, which isn’t a good feeling. If you wonder if you should send in a meme to me, please do. I love getting asks. I do hoard them from time to time like a dragon hoards treasure but I do get to them eventually. The more memes / asks, the merrier.
9a.  Feel free to turn inbox replies into threads. Just remember to make separate post when replying. Do not reblog threads not meant for you and don’t reblog my headcanons. It’s okay to reblog my asks though if you want them to be keepsakes on your own blog. Also, it’s alright to reblog musings and images from me.
10. I rather not be bothered by callout posts and any potential drama that might accumulate. I am just here to have fun and I hope everyone else can too. Life is too short to spend on certain things that don’t matter in the long run. If I see multiple call out posts from you in a single day or that’s all you post, I will quietly unfollow you.
11.  Out of character posts will be on here from time to time. Mostly talking about life in general or me venting once in a great while. If this annoys you, please remember that this is my blog, not yours. You are welcomed to unfollow / block at any time.
11a.  The best way to interact with me is to send memes / asks / inbox things. I am always up for unprompted things in my inbox. Also, my instant messenger is always open if someone needs to contact me out of character or to plot something. Don’t hesitate to talk to me. I will try my best to respond.
11b. Not interacting after a month or two with me and my blog will make me silently unfollow you or result in a soft block. Or if you don’t interact with me at all, even out of character. Also, if you are gone for more than 6 months, I consider your blog inactive and will probably assume that you aren’t going to return.
12. I’m really laid-back in nature so don’t feel pressure to reply to anything I send to you. I understand that life happens and that sometimes you just need to unwind from the stress of daily life.
13. For pronouns; either SHE/HER or THEY/THEM is okay with me. My orientation is DEMIROMANTIC ASEXUAL. I love anime, manga, video games, music, drawing, and writing. If you read all of this, then thank you! I won’t ask for passcodes but please still try to remember these at some point. That’s all I ask. <3.
( rules may be updated from time to time so please check here once in awhile. I will also post when these are updated as well
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ahtsumu · 3 months ago
hi aelia!!! (dear god that is a BEAUTIFUL name i hope you love it!!) so for the milestone drabble thingy?? could you maybe do officerival!oikawa?? like in a really healthy and fun way and they gradually become better friends and then more?? 👀👀 this is just to describe their dynamics but please feel free to write a short drabble for whatever part of this situation you like!!! i apologize if the request is unclear 😭😭 good luck with ur writing!!
entente
oikawa tooru x gn!reader • office!au • fluff, enemies to friends (hinted romance)
it’s wednesday and you’re one unnecessarily occupied printer away from committing homicide. as you turn the corner to the your last hope (see: the frequently jammed, often out-of-ink, old-as-fossils hp laser jet that was last replaced in 1998, jesus christ), you realise that someone has already beat you to it.
that someone is the same person who also beat you to all the other printers in this building.
oikawa tooru.
the bane of your existence.
the curly haired brunet smirks and leans against the massive printer. “oh, hey! didn’t expect to see you here,” he drawls. he waves ‘hello’, brandishing the company id in his hand like a threat.
“don’t you dare,” you utter, carefully closing the distance between you. “i have so many reports to print for the meeting with microsoft.”
“yeah, and i have to print the papers for the lanyards of the guests attending!” oikawa retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.
“not the same.”
“kinda is.”
ever since the two of you started as interns for the most prestigious law firm in the city, oikawa has picked on you like a child picks a scab: relentlessly. there’s the time he stole your stapler and froze it in jello, the time he covered your entire desk in post-it notes, the time he replaced the phone in your cubicle with a banana… and then there are all the times he’s bombed your phone with texts and memes in meetings and gotten the two of you in trouble.
but it’s not all one-sided. you’ve also stolen his blazer and had it hung like a flag from a window in the break-room, took out all the ink chambers in the pens in his cubicle, and you still set fake meeting dates in his calendar to give him a well-deserved scare. there’s one set for tomorrow, actually.
put frankly, you’re children. you bring out each other’s worst.
a few of the other interns say you just need to kiss, or do something. “get rid of–– ” kevin had gestured between yours and oikawa’s bodies “––this funky energy.”
“okay,” oikawa had said, closing his eyes and puckering his lips. you, on the other hand, had simply rolled your eyes and walked away. there was no way you were going to kiss someone that annoying. you’re certain oikawa’s only redeeming quality is his face. sure, he’s nice to look at, but the dreamy façade shatters the second he opens that insufferable mouth.
“move,” you grit out, now staring directly up at oikawa’s face.
“make me.”
“make me make you.”
his brows furrow. “what? that doesn’t even––” and in his moment of confusion, you shove him back and slap your id card down on the printer reader. except, you didn’t just shove oikawa. you pretty much body-checked him and now he’s grabbing onto your waist to steady himself and now you’re both falling because he’s almost two hundred points of pure muscle and suddenly you land on something firm. not hard like linoleum, but firm like muscle stretched over bone.
and you open your eyes. you find yourself staring into his.
“hey,” oikawa breathes, arms secure around your body. “are you okay?” brown irises carefully study your face.
“yeah,” you whisper back, still slightly in shock. “thanks for catching me.” but also there’s a certain fragility to this moment and you feel like a child cradling an egg in their palm.
“no, i grabbed you. i’m sorry.” his voice is soft and he’s unusually sincere. you’ve never seen him like this before.
“no, i–– i pushed you first,” you concede. “i’m sorry.”
did you both just apologise?
“then we’re even,” oikawa suggests, smiling. it’s not smug like his usual smirks. he looks genuinely happy. or at least, kind.
you consider his words. “well, not really. you stole the other printers from me.”
oikawa laughs and tilts his head back against the floor. you catch yourself staring at the skin of his neck. and all of a sudden you register the fact that your body is lying on top of his and your hands are pressed on his chest and you can smell his cologne and–– it’s too much. you get up and extend a hand to oikawa who takes it and pulls himself up.
“well, since we’re on the subject of apologising, i guess i’m sorry for that, too,” oikawa says while dusting off his clothes. “how can i make it up to you?”
“how about,” you say, “we wipe the slate clean.”
he smiles again and… you kinda like it. “sure,” oikawa agrees, stretching out his hand. “i’m oikawa tooru. it’s nice to meet you.”
you take it and shake, smiling as you say, “i’m y/n. i hope we get to know each other better.”
what’s on the menu for ahtsumu’s feast?
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maskthrown · 3 months ago
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violetvenefica · 3 months ago
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BEST OF MY BLOG 2020
my top post of each month of 2020 🥰 made manually because i guess at one point there was a link to do it but it’s dead now
inspired by the one with the willy wonka meme at 50,000 notes or whatever (if you saw it you get it)
january: “i’m single. you’re single. what’s the harm in playing some mario kart wii and breaking each of the ten commandments in order?” (shoutout cheezbot for giving it 1 note as opposed to 0 like the rest of my posts from that month)
february: literally all of them have 0 notes. so i will pick my personal favorite. “Bedbugs will suck my blood but not my dick? Talk about an unequal relationship 😒”
march: ok again all of them have 0 notes so... this one is based on a true story “Anxiety be like *almost cries when I don’t remember my window is open so when I close my bedroom door it makes a Too Loud Sound*”
april: 1 post has 1 note but it’s like a phantom note so it doesn’t count so i will be choosing my favorite again.
“in this world, you’re either a crazy frog, or a tax frog, and I will not elaborate further”
may: FIRST POST OF THE YEAR WITH OVER 1 NOTE BAYBEEEE!! “why r girls pretty somebody please explain”
june: 30 FUCKINF NOTES !!!!!!!! what a glow up.
“catch me floating in water cause I’m 100% boy’nt 😌✨”
july: lots of avatar posts in this month (thanks katie) that all got some pretty decent notes. and yet.
“life b like….you had a 99.7% chance of being born in the right body, but since you are one of the .3%, instead you have to live in fear your entire life, hated by people and society, and to attempt to fix it, you have to pay $100,000+, and that’s only if you’re in one of a very few countries where you’re allowed to fix it, instead of just being killed immediately if you tell anyone”
august: yet another trans post tops ( 😏 ) the list for this month . i’ll just put the link cause it’s long and potentially triggering (i mean so was the last one but whatever)
anyways because i don’t vibe with that post here’s my favorite from the month of august instead: “you tap me on the shoulder four times in math class to get my attention and i immediately explode into LEGO™ Studs of varying color and value”
SEPTEMBER ok we’re in the big boy months now: top post was “wishing i was cis :)” with 8 notes but that’s boring so here’s my fav: “physically I’m in my room but mentally i’m in the pizza hut, I’m in the taco bell, I’m in the combination pizza hut and taco bell”
OCTOBER: omg omg we’re getting close to the end of the year. i don’t even remember what the fuck i would’ve posted about in this month (same goes for all the months lol i remember nothing of what i put in this app) so. let’s see. ok after checking it’s just more bullshit trans s**cide rant stuff so. not gonna put it on here despite it technically being my most noted post of the month. also only 17 posts this month (as opposed to like 50-100 most months) so clearly something was Up. ok after checking like 16/17 posts from october are uhh. mentally unwell. so let’s see. “please inject chick corea’s music directly into my veins”
ok tumblr tells me i can’t do any more fun links so. no more fun links. turns out maybe i did the link of the wrong kind and there’s a better link i can do that just underlines the text like a sane text editor but whatever i’m in too deep now.
NOVEMBER: ok so it looks like i didn’t post anything original at all in the month of november ?????????? i thought i did so kinda weirdchamp but whatever ok i guess
DECEMBER: my best post was abt elliot page but it’s long and like wouldnt fit thematically so instead: “sweet bod (non-sexual)” one of my lemon demon posts got some notes !!!!! finally !!!!!! hell yeah !!!! also like one of my only posts this month that didn’t suck but there’s only a few in each month that don’t suck anyways soooooooo ok!!!
well that about wraps it up!! for this year !!! thank you guys so much for following this stupid fucking blog and to everybody who ever likes or reblogs one of my posts or whatever the fuck. never thought i’d get tumblr or whatever but here i am arguably years after the website should’ve ended and i have a good time. thanks for not like reporting me or whatever except to the person who did report my blog and i got an email abt it but honestly i deserved it my posts have been fucked up a lot this year but I’m feeling a lot better* recently so maybe things will be ok!!!! anyways lots of love to you all please enjoy your holiday season if you celebrate i hope next year will be better. love you guys . xoxoxoxo
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renatanewsupdate · 3 months ago
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simpananbaru.blogspot.com The circus is gone. The presidency is ending. The mystery endures. Photo: Olivia Nuzzi On the afternoon of November 13, Mike Siravo was standing outside his family’s landscaping business in Northeast Philadelphia, dressed in khakis and a company polo shirt, watching as strangers pulled up in nice cars, parked without care on the busy street, and approached the barbed-wire-topped fence with iPhones gripped in outstretched hands. They all came for the same reason: to see for themselves the words FOUR SEASONS TOTAL LANDSCAPING. SINCE 1992. PARKING ONLY. ALL OTHERS WILL BE TOWED AT OWNERS’ EXPENSE. In packs, they laughed openly. Alone, they wore bemused expressions, eyes focused on their screens. All of them spent a few minutes taking in the sight and, more importantly, documenting their visit with selfies. Workers walked in and out of the parking lot, sometimes shaking their heads but mostly keeping them down and not saying much to any of the outsiders for whom the landscaping company was now an unusual monument to the end of America, or the end of the thing that had symbolized the end of America, or something. It was three o’clock on a workday. “I’m just an employee,” one of them said. “I don’t know anything.” A man on a bicycle paused near the front office to stare at the building. On the other side of the blinds, there were desks and filing cabinets illuminated by fluorescent light and people going about their day, which would have been a normal one were it not for the 20,000 T-shirt orders to process and the intrusion of tourists who saw the place as some kind of zoo exhibition. There was an awkward silence, but then Siravo smiled and shrugged in the direction of the sidewalk, asking the curious bicyclist the obvious question: Was he looking for a photo? He leapt down the steps to take the man’s phone and, with the enthusiasm of a mall photographer, instructed him how to pose. Siravo leaned back into the street, making sure the angle captured the green-and-white awning with the company name. A couple of feet away, a family of four was staging a holiday card. Lois Neuberger and Matthew Gold said they were in town from California, visiting their daughter at school, when it occurred to them they were just a short distance from the festive greeting–slash–political meme of a lifetime. “It’s become such a thing that we decided it would be a fun idea,” Gold said with a laugh. “Everyone will get it.” (Including me, in the literal sense, since the Neuberger-Golds kindly added my address to their mailing list.) By then, there were all sorts of rumors on State Road about the Siravo family’s connections with the Trump campaign and the Philadelphia Republican Party. But it had been nearly a week since Rudy Giuliani’s press conference in the parking lot out back, and the only evidence anyone could turn up to support the theory that what had occurred here wasn’t just a freak public-relations accident or hilarious fuckup were a few pro-Trump Facebook posts from Mike’s mother, Marie Siravo, who owns the business. She had been shrewd enough to release a statement amid the frenzy that said the landscapers were not partisans and then to mostly avoid speaking to the media as she rushed out the door, clutching a Louis Vuitton bag, to a white Jeep with a FOUR SEASONS license plate on the front bumper. The Siravos were nothing if not good marketers, and by December, they’d sold more than $1 million of the merchandise they’d drawn up to capitalize on all the attention, like stickers that read “Make America Rake Again!” and “Lawn and Order!” “We don’t really know how it happened. We heard it might’ve been a mistake or something,” Mike Siravo said. “We just kinda picked up the phone and said yes and cleared some stuff out and managed to make it happen.” A man locks the gate at Four Seasons Total Landscaping. The sign has become a prime backdrop for selfie-seekers. Photo: Olivia Nuzzi If that was true, it didn’t explain how it came to be that the phone rang at Four Seasons Total Landscaping in the first place. Siravo wouldn’t say who had called, or if he knew how Donald Trump’s campaign had even heard of the small landscaping business, or anything else, really, that might tell how this stretch of asphalt became the official site of the end of the presidency and the beginning of the ass-backward pseudo-legal effort to reverse the results of the election. According to the New York Times, there had been a miscommunication between Trump and the event planners. According to the Philadelphia Inquirer, the campaign made the staging choice that morning, after calling one of the Siravo’s employees. My search for answers involved — I swear to God — more than 37 sources spread throughout the White House, the Trump campaign, the president’s network of advisers both formal and informal, the Republican Party, and the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. This is not counting Siravo, who said he was sorry, but his family had decided not to talk — except, he added, about golf. They’d just done an interview limited to the subject of Four Seasons Total Landscaping’s approach to manicuring courses. The sound of Donald Trump’s voice was unmistakable. It boomed through Rudy Giuliani’s phone and traveled across the hall where anyone could hear that the president was on the line and — this was unmistakable, too — he was unhappy. “I’m like, ‘Oh damn, it’s the president on the phone!’” Daryl Brooks said. “I know what his voice sounds like — and he sounded pissed.” It was November 7, and the president — on the verge of Electoral College defeat, with the whole country glued to cable news, where manic nerds gestured frantically at maps and related esoteric trivia about swing-state counties that few non-locals had heard of — had been pissed for four consecutive days. People close to Trump often issue reports about his mood, and his mood is often sour, but multiple White House officials told me things were so volatile after Election Day that they were outright avoiding the president out of concern he might end up using any nearby staffer as a human stress ball. (The personal benefits of proximity, which would ordinarily outweigh the drawbacks of verbal abuse, waned alongside Trump’s election chances.) “It’s been so bad,” a senior White House official said. On Election Night, this person said, they walked into the residence, saw the president screaming, then turned around and walked right back out. But there is a thin line between bitterness and optimism, and as he prepared to depart the White House for his golf course in Sterling, Virginia, for the 299th time during his presidency, Trump fired off a few tweets to allege, without evidence, that the election was being stolen. What came next barely registered — at first. Later that morning, he tweeted, his lawyers would be holding a press conference at “Four Seasons, Philadelphia.” As he waited for the event to start on that Saturday morning, Daryl Brooks, a Republican poll watcher and frequent third-party candidate in New Jersey, was so excited to hear the president’s familiar rasp and glimpse his famous attorney that he didn’t really pause to consider what the source of the conflict might be. And he didn’t think it was strange that he’d been asked to take part in a press conference on so little notice, or that he wasn’t even sure where, exactly, he was. Brooks said he received a call that morning from James Baehr, a lawyer who serves in the White House as the special assistant to the president for domestic affairs (where he earns a government salary of $135,000, according to public records). Baehr told Brooks to meet him at the Hampton Inn near the Convention Center, and from there, he was driven to the location, where he entered through the side without catching sight of any identifying markers. “It looked like a construction or landscaping company or something,” Brooks said. (Asked for comment, a White House spokesperson said, “After consultation with White House counsel and his supervisor, James took personal leave for a few days after the election to assist in Philadelphia.”) Several campaign officials said the president’s tweet was the first they had heard about any event planned for the day but that, given the president’s nature, nothing about this seemed out of the ordinary. Scheduling surprises had been Trump’s style from the earliest days of his first campaign, after all, and no half-conscious person who worked for him for longer than a day could maintain the belief that the operation would ever achieve or even aspire to orderliness. (“Formal isn’t a word I would use to describe anything we do,” as one diplomatic staffer put it.) The advertised location did not stick out as unusual, either. Hotels are often booked to hold political and media conferences of all kinds, equipped as they are with vast ballrooms and efficient hospitality workers on hand to unstack rows of cushioned dining chairs on fields of carpet between the American flags and the swarms of reporters. And since there’s no Trump International Hotel in Philly yet, a Four Seasons would certainly do. With a name that suggests marble floors and gilded lighting fixtures and other trappings of luxury to which his own brand yearns, it would surely please the president more than a Marriott or a Holiday Inn. Plus, more practically, a hive of post-election activity was a few blocks away at the Convention Center, where absentee ballots were being counted and where campaign officials had staged an impromptu press event two days before. (That’s where Brooks had first met Pam Bondi and Corey Lewandowski, which was exciting, too, even if he didn’t really seem to know who they were. On Facebook, he posted selfies with them, identifying Bondi as “from Fox News” and calling Lewandowski “Cory Lewendowske” repeatedly.) “I thought, Okay, nice hotel,” a senior campaign official said. But the campaign had made no attempt to book the nice hotel for the press conference. Instead, according to a second official, the event was supposed to take place at the Union League of Philadelphia, a historic club founded in 1862 in support of Abraham Lincoln. The president claims to admire Lincoln — though mostly he seems to enjoy talking about how Lincoln was also a Republican and, despite a rather famous cranial encounter with a bullet, how people were more fair to Lincoln than they are to him — so this made a certain amount of thematic sense. The official thought the venue had canceled on the campaign owing to the health department’s COVID restrictions, which prevent gatherings of more than 25 people, but attempts to confirm this with the Union League were unsuccessful, since the only person I could get to talk over there was a nice man in the security office who had no information to share other than the fact that, to his knowledge, no events of any kind were happening during the pandemic. A third official said that the press conference was first supposed to take place at the United Republican Club, but Frank Cristinzio, its treasurer, said that they’ve been closed for months and had not discussed hosting an event with the campaign or any associated attorneys. “Maybe they thought about it,” he said, “but I didn’t hear about it.” In fact, Cristinzio said, things at the club were so dead nowadays that the only reason he was even there to answer the phone when I happened to call was because he had to stop by every now and then to check the mail. Trump followed up his announcement with a second announcement. Rather than the Four Seasons hotel, the press conference would be held at Four Seasons Total Landscaping — on State Road, in an industrial patch of Northeast Philadelphia, near an interstate and a few doors down from the Fantasy Island Adult Book Store and across the street from a crematorium. If you hit the Pentecostal church, you’ve gone too far. “Four Season’s Landscaping!” the president said (apostrophe his). “Big press conference today in Philadelphia at Four Seasons Total Landscaping — 11:30am!” A few minutes later, he left the White House in “shoes that look[ed] appropriate for golfing” and a white “Make America Great Again” hat, according to the photographer on the scene, and boarded his motorcade. “Lawyer’s Press Conference at Four Season’s Landscaping, Philadelphia,” he said in another tweet. “Enjoy!” It’s hard to know what counts as a fuckup when you work for Donald Trump. Looked at by the standards of a traditional campaign with a traditional candidate who possesses a minor-to-moderate capacity for traditional human feelings, like shame, what happened at Four Seasons Total Landscaping, or the fact that it happened at all, was a disaster. A press conference is supposed to convince the public of whatever case you’re making through the act of being — or more likely pretending to be —transparent. That is, obviously, not what happened on the blacktop. But looked at in terms of attention generated and relevance sustained, two other goals of a press conference, the thing was a clear success. Plus it was the rare political joke that appealed to everyone. Behold. Photo: Chris McGrath/Getty Images “Out of all the things that have happened, this was the funniest thing, and it came at the last minute,” Tim Heidecker said. A comedian and songwriter who used to live in Philadelphia, Heidecker said that if he had tried to write the scene as fiction, he was sure the reaction would be, “‘Naawww, that’s too hokey!’” As a comedy event, Four Seasons Total Landscaping was “not as sophisticated as I would usually like,” Heidecker said, but it worked perfectly because it was “simple and clean,” just “a basic comedy concept,” but organically staged in the wild. He was inspired by what he saw on the news that morning, and he felt called to put it to music. “I always start with the first line, and it seemed perfect that Rudy Giuliani was standing very literally surrounded by manure,” he said. The song is called “Rudy at the 4 Seasons,” and it starts there, rhyming manure with “spitting out lies that belong in the sewer.” In setting and content, the event served for some campaign officials and presidential advisers as a representation of the brokenness of Trumpworld. If it was an advance failure, well, people familiar with the inner workings of the campaign said they could’ve seen that coming. “When you hear ‘a friendly local business that’s supportive,’ that sounds great,” a senior official said. “But when you dig into the details on the ground, things are a little different.” A proper advance team, for instance, would have gone to scope things out before securing the location, taking note of nearby landmarks like the porn shop and the crematorium. “The tight shot was good, the message was delivered, but unfortunately —” the official said, trailing off. It’s not that anyone would venture to argue that things had ever run smoothly on the Trump campaign. But more than most principles, the value of good stagecraft was grasped by the candidate, and he cared enough to know who was behind the mechanics of his public-facing events. His first advance man, George Gigicos, became famous-for-politics, which doesn’t happen much with functionaries unless they start going on TV, which Gigicos never did, or they get indicted, which he managed not to do. Gigicos, who no longer works for Trump, started laughing hysterically when I told him why I was calling. The words four seasons or landscaping now elicit such a reaction from people across the ideological spectrum. “Honest to God, I have no idea how that came about,” he said. “From what I understand, I don’t think the campaign or the White House planned that thing. I think it was the campaign on the ground in Pennsylvania.” For some officials, there was irony in Brad Parscale’s being fired as the campaign manager following an optics (and public-health) crisis at a MAGA rally. Of all the things Parscale could reasonably be accused of, ignoring the advance team or dismissing the idea that public events were important was not one of them, even if knowing, intellectually, their value did not necessarily translate to knowing how to run a professional operation. “Brad understood. He saw through the president’s eyes what we did and why it mattered,” the senior official said. Parscale’s replacement, Bill Stepien, had gotten his start doing the thankless logistical chores that make a campaign run, even once working as a driver for his candidate. But by the time he was put in charge of the Trump campaign, time and money were running out, and he was unlikely to engineer an epic reversal of luck by focusing on stunts or by trying to fix the few things, like the president’s airport-hangar-rally programming, that were semi-functioning. “It was different under Stepien,” the official said. “The value of an events schedule, of an advance team, was not at the forefront of his mind, especially during COVID.” Why would it be? Two senior campaign officials said they assumed the president would want to hold events right after Election Day, and they tried to formalize a process to carry those events out quickly and professionally “on a moment’s notice.” Advance was always being called “at the 11th hour,” even when its members weren’t being outright “ignored,” as they felt was the case under Stepien. So the idea was to prepare with spontaneity in mind, to keep state advance teams on the payroll, ready to go on the ground in the places most likely to be the scenes of post-election legal battles, like Michigan, Georgia, Arizona, Ohio, and Pennsylvania. “The response we were getting back was the same everybody was getting back: ‘We’re not sure what’s happening, and we’re taking it as it comes,’” the official said. The second official put it this way: “They didn’t think that was necessary,” the official said, “and they kinda just scoffed at me.” When the morning of the Four Seasons Total Landscaping event came, several advance staffers had already left the campaign. But for many people on the campaign and in the White House, there was a more obvious issue threatening the president’s play for an electoral miracle. In the weeks leading up to that Saturday morning, advisers to Trump believed Rudy Giuliani was becoming more and more of a problem. He’d always been a problem, it was true, prone to butt-dialing reporters, or showing up on TV all out of sorts to divulge something at odds with what the president had already claimed to be true, or otherwise catching the attention of hostile foreign governments or domestic investigators or celebrity pranksters. But in the final sprint to Election Day, managing the known unknowns of Giuliani’s endless capacity to fuck up so much that he was often at the center of several personal and international legal dramas at once was consuming time and manpower at campaign headquarters when there was little left to spare. “We were spending hours each day trying to prevent Rudy from creating a disaster,” a senior campaign official said. “Hours and hours.” People who were supposed to be focused on winning a presidential race were instead focused on devising ways to distract the once celebrated mayor of New York City. In the office he was a nuisance, but out of sight he was a terror. To keep him busy but accounted for, he was sent on the road as a surrogate, including for a last-minute event in Philadelphia on Columbus Day to launch an otherwise basically fake initiative called Italian Americans for Trump. It was, a second official said, “nightmarish.” Rudy holds court. Photo: Bryan R. Smith/AFP via Getty Images Yet, as loserdom neared, what looked to everyone else like the Rudy Problem looked to Trump like a potential solution. “His style is to keep pounding his head on the door, ultimately believing it will open,” one of his legal advisers told me. “And unfortunately, it has worked several times for him, so you can’t disabuse him of the notion of his persistence.” “The president’s narcissism cripples him in these moments,” the adviser added, “because as long as people are telling him what they think he wants to hear, it’s a struggle for him to abandon hope. He’s just such a curiously wounded narcissist. If Rudy tells him, ‘We’re gonna destroy all the norms and burn it down and make sure you get reinstated, the president goes, ‘Great!’” The truth, the adviser said, took longer for him to process, and it required whoever uttered it to approach Trump as if he were a wild animal. “When people would bring him bad news, he would blow up, and they would sort of back out of the room.” The trick, the adviser said, is “don’t hit him immediately with something he can react emotionally to” and “don’t appear intimidated.” A second person familiar with the legal team said Giuliani was put in charge because “the president wanted a peer and a fighter. He wanted somebody that he can relate to.” This person described competing power centers, with the litigators and other serious people on the one side, who realized almost immediately that the president had no legitimate pathway to change the election results, and the conspiracy theorists and crazy people, led by Giuliani, on the other side. The second group won, even after multiple interventions staged by lawyers and family members and other advisers. As usual, Trump was unwilling to let go of the people he perceived to be fighting the hardest for him in public. Which wasn’t a surprise, of course, though it still managed to disappoint the optimists (or idiots, depending on your view) still working for the president with hopes that, after all this time, he might change well-established aspects of his personality. The person familiar with the legal team never bought the idea, for instance, that Sidney Powell had really been removed as one of the president’s representatives, even though the campaign had put out a statement to that effect. What came out of the president’s mouth, and through his Twitter feed, seemed a reflection of what went into his head via people like Powell, Giuliani, and fellow legal-team member Jenna Ellis. A senior White House official told me that, in the vacuum created by the absence of officials who might try to reason with the president, Trump spent even more time on the phone, dialing up whomever he saw defending him most rabidly on TV. Sometimes, this official said, the White House switchboard operator wouldn’t even know how to contact the person the president wanted to speak to, and this would result in members of the staff being roped in to locate a number for some random pundit from Fox or, increasingly, Newsmax or OANN. As if to prove the leakers’ point, Giuliani, recently recovered from his bout with the coronavirus, visited the White House last week. And according to the New York Times, Powell visited on Friday with the president, who discussed naming her the special counsel on voter fraud. “There were serious legal challenges that could’ve been mounted, but the show took over,” the person familiar with the legal team said, though if the show took over anything, it was just a different show. “It’s embarrassing for the country, and it’s embarrassing for the president.” If you’ve ever been involved in politics at any level, you’ve met someone like Daryl Brooks. In New Jersey, where he’s from, he often surfaced around causes and campaigns, earning a reputation as “a wannabe hanger-on,” in the words of a Democrat, and “a self-promoter with no allies,” according to a Republican. Brooks describes himself as an activist, but it’s more true to say that he’s a man in search of a movement. He first ran for office in 2004 as a member of the Green Party, without success, and then again in 2006 as an independent on a civil-rights and gun-control platform. That was unsuccessful, too. By the Obama era, he was a tea-party libertarian, and by the time Trump was in power, he was a far-right radio host in a tricorn hat, a prop gun in each hand, talking about the “Clinton body count” and Jeffrey Epstein and the “rise in pedophilia.” A few days before the election, Brooks, who is Black, posted on social media, “Black Americans don’t let Antifa a domestic terrorist group destroy the inner cities Nov 3rd wake up!!!” That day, he said, he’d been paid $100 to work as a poll watcher at the Philadelphia Convention Center. In this sense, Brooks was like many people around the president: He’d spent decades involved in politics in one way or another, but he’d never managed to make his way to the center of anything before he committed to MAGA. “He was basically a kook and a political menace,” Reed Gusciora, the mayor of Trenton, said. “So he fit in really well with Giuliani.” And then, suddenly, there he was: the first witness called by Giuliani to address the cameras at Four Seasons Total Landscaping. “So, let’s start off first,” Giuliani said, turning stage left and gesturing at Brooks as he walked across the backdrop, a garage door decorated with a checkerboard of blue and red Trump-Pence lawn signs, and met Giuliani with a handshake. He did not appear to know his name. “My friend!” Giuliani said. “Please tell briefly what happened to you, who you are, and what happened to you.” Brooks complied, describing how poll watchers were kept at a distance from voting booths and prevented from taking photos, which is standard practice at most polling locations on Election Day but which Brooks suggested was fodder for Giuliani’s fraud conspiracy. Giuliani’s grand theory, by the way, was that the election was being stolen through, among other things, ballots cast fraudulently on behalf of dead people — a claim for which there was and is no evidence. As Giuliani spoke that morning, with the president firmly on the golf course, the cable news networks confirmed the mathematically obvious: Biden had won the election. Poll worker Daryl Brooks speaking at the Trump-campaign legal team’s press conference on November 7 outside Four Seasons Total Landscaping in Philadelphia. Photo: Screencap/OAN Brooks told me that he didn’t intend to claim the election was stolen, but if anything, the reaction to his decision to stand alongside Giuliani had only radicalized him more. After the press conference, Politico reported that he had served time more than two decades ago after being convicted of exposing himself to a minor, a crime Brooks still denies committing. He wasn’t sure whether there was fraud at the convention center, he said. And he didn’t know that saying yes to a press conference that morning would mean he would appear aligned with everything that happened there or that he would become a story himself, one that his kids might read. He said that, in his view, what happened in his past did not relate to the current state of the president’s effort to remain in office but that the interest from the press revealed racist motivations. “Nobody’s talking about that Jewish lady there or that Italian lawyer,” he said. (Brooks has already released a book about his experience, titled, 37 Days: The Disenfranchisement of a Philadelphia Poll Worker.) He wasn’t the only person who attended the press conference and left angry at the media. “How did I get there?!” Bernie Kerik said with a huff. “How do you think I got there?! I drove!” Kerik, the former New York City police commissioner recently pardoned by President Trump, was not interested in answering questions about his attendance, where he stood behind his friend Rudy, a smirk on his face. “This story is some bullshit story!” he said. Click. I texted Giuliani. “Are you kidding?” he asked me. “My Mom always said anyone can make a mistake. Only an idiot repeats it.” But even people in Trumpworld had questions. “Do we know what happened yet?” a senior White House official asked. “How it happened is still kind of a mystery to me,” a senior campaign official said. “This is all very us,” another campaign official said. “I’m not shocked or surprised at all.” If luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity, this was the opposite. “That’s how you get the Four Seasons fucking Total Landscaping bullshit.” Whether it’s war and peace or public relations and gardening, sorting out the truth is a complicated endeavor when it relates to Donald Trump. Everyone involved in anything, no matter the size, no matter how stupid, seems to lie as a first resort, or to know very little, or to lie about knowing very little, or to know just enough to send blame in another direction, and the person in that direction seems to lie also, or to know very little, or to lie about knowing very little, but perhaps they have a theory that sends blame someplace else, and over there, too, you will find more liars, more know-nothings, and before long, a whole month will have passed, and you still haven’t filed your story about how the president’s attorney wound up undermining democracy in a parking lot off I-95 on a strip of cracked pavement in a run-down part of a city that ordinarily would command no consideration from the national political class or the very online public or the equally online mainstream media, which, when forced to look, found lots of reason to laugh. Bernie D’Angelo didn’t blame them. An electrician by trade and a Rolling Stones fanatic, D’Angelo has owned all kinds of businesses over the years, including a health-food store and a pizza parlor, but Fantasy Island, the adult book store he inherited from his parents, is by far his favorite. He appreciates how it’s “a lot more fun” than the others, generally, and specifically, he appreciates how the adult business strips the airs from anyone who ascends the steps under the bright-yellow sign outside to cross his carpeted threshold. “This is reality,” he said. “When they come in, they check their egos at the door, because look: It is what it is. There’s no sugarcoating it.” He gestured to the wall of dildos on his left. Fantasy Island owner Bernie D’Angelo, who voted for Joe Biden, said he wants America to “chill out a little.” Photo: Olivia Nuzzi That Saturday morning, D’Angelo said, he was keeping to himself when a customer ran in to report “a problem going on” outside, where police had suddenly appeared to block off the road. “So we looked out and found it was Giuliani who made a big mistake.” He laughed hard. “He was at the wrong Four Seasons hotel, the wrong one!” He paused to laugh with every few words. “‘Cause that’s a … landscaping! … And not a hotel! … A five-star hotel! … And that’s … one-star … landscaping!” He could barely breathe. “So you’ve got dead people, landscaping, and pornography!” When I first visited, right after the press conference, the joke was still alive. A local newsman and his camera guy had been set up for a live shot on the sidewalk all afternoon. But soon they were gone. Why wasn’t I? I came back even after I got into a car accident between the landscapers and the Pentecostals (little was damaged beyond my already poor reputation with Avis). After a few days, I wasn’t sure if I truly believed that history had been made in that patch of tar behind Four Seasons Total Landscaping. It was true that the presidency had officially ended there, but it was also true that the site itself felt like someone had erected a somber memorial at the scene of one of the lesbian pillow-fight pornos for sale at Fantasy Island (not that I looked). Rudy Giuliani did not visit Fantasy Island, according to its owner, who said Giuliani’s posse was “eyeing” his porn shop that Saturday but did not submit to the temptation. Business has since taken off. Photo: Olivia Nuzzi About those dead people: Regulations keep crematories out of the way of most businesses, but Delaware Cremation Center would blend in fine in a more developed area, even if the pandemic has made it an unusually busy place. On State Road, it sticks out as weirdly nice-looking. The sign over the doorway is new, the brick façade unweathered. The black shutters around the window compliment an iron bench and gate. If a place where bodies are turned to ash can be welcoming, you could call it that. There’s a space inside for mourners to gather to drink and eat, and there are pews in which to pray. You can see, in these and other small details, how the business of caring for the dead is often about caring for the living. Viewed from here, the Four Seasons Total Landscaping circus looked as much like an indictment of a certain kind of liberalism as an illustration of Trumpian incompetence. But picking at the bones of any joke will make it unfunny after a while, and by the time I was looking at the drawers where they push the bodies in, I’d been trying to make sense of what happened there for too long. As one Philadelphia Republican official told me: “Duuuuuude! It’s sooooo embarrassing! Oh my God! 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