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mikachacha · 5 months

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𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 8

Synopsis: an audio of your argument with Bada was leaked out, Bada is receiving bad press and affecting team Bebe's overall performance and you decided to step in.

Warnings: this is just an emotional piece. some cursing but i swear this is gonna be a happy ending.

(A/N: We're on the last part of this series. Thank you everyone for supporting this story from the start until now. Love y'all and again, thank you so much for the support.)

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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It's been days since that emotional encounter with Bada and the audio of your conversation with her somehow got leaked to the internet. Many people had criticized Bada, even throwing hate at the team members as well but then there were people criticizing you as well. Mean comments have flocked your social media that some of your friends have stepped in to defend you but you know what could get you and team Bebe out of this situation. As much as you would like to just let Bada get dragged through the mud from all this, it didn't sit well with you that her team is getting bullied by people who don't know what happened just because they're on the same time. It wasn't fair. It's yours and Bada's problem, not theirs. They were out of it.

"Yeni, I'm planning something. For my own peace and for team Bebe to not get involved in mine and Bada's mess.. It's unfair, they're suffering because we were stupid back then. It doesn't sit right with me." you told Yeni. You're not her girlfriend yet but you wanted to be transparent with everything. You don't want to blind side her about your plans especially when it involves Bada.

"Do what you have to do, alright? I'm just gonna be here for you. Do what you think is right." Yeni says and gave you a hug to comfort you. You sighed and hugged her back before giving Bada a call and telling her about your plan. She was a bit hesitant at first but her team's reputation is at stake her. She could lose everything but her team, her friends doesn't deserve that. If someone has to suffer, it should be her.

You met Bada at her apartment. It was the very same apartment that you used to live in with her. You sat on the couch and set up your camera as you waited for Bada to settle down. You wanted to do a live on insta so both of you can come clean regarding about your past. To put an end to the unnecessary rumors and criticism especially towards Bada's team because they're really just casualties from your mess.

"So uhm hello everyone. It's me, Y/N and Bada's here with me. We wanted to address the audio that's now circulating the internet that caused quite a stir among fans and haters alike.." you started and you glanced at Bada who looks like she in the verge of crying.

"Yeah.. To be clear, what happened between me and Y/N is from three years ago. I met her while I was in the states. We became friends as we met on a dance studio and because we were both koreans, we bonded. We've known each other for more than a year before I asked her to be my girlfriend when she graduated from uni. The problems started when I came back here, with her in tow." Bada narrates and you held back a sniffle as you remembered all too well what happened after that. You held her hand in a comforting way as she excused herself for a bit since she couldn't prevent her tears from falling.

"So uhh.. I told her that we needed to pretend that we're just friends because my parents didn't knew at that time that I'm lesbian. I didn't know how to come out to them at that time so I forced my girlfriend to lie to save my own ass. It just kept getting worse, I was abusive. I was toxic. God knows how much I regretted those times of my life, those times in our relationship. I didn't treat her well. I took her for granted, took her love for granted. Whenever she would try to leave, I'd come up with ways to make her come back to me. I wanted her to stay with me but I really didn't make much efforts to make her stay. All I did was continue destroying our relationship, hurt her and make her suffer." Bada confessed and looked at you, her eyes reflected guilt and sadness.

"I know, I had a lot of chance to leave her and to never look back but I couldn't bring myself to do it because I was so in love with her. I thought things would change, things would get better between us if I stayed but sadly, it didn't. So I finally left. It wasn't easy, there were times that I thought about going back and beg her to take me back. I was angry with myself, angry at her and angry at everything because of what happened. But now, as we sat together inside the apartment we once called home together, there were some things that I realized. That I've been angry for too long, that even if I said that I've forgiven her and forgiven myself from that incident, I still haven't. That's why that audio came to be. But believe me, the rest of team Bebe is out of this. They didn't know anything so please, we are begging you to stop harassing them and calling them enabler because they aren't. Please leave them out of this.." you begged and soon, you ended the live feed. You turned to Bada and she pulled you in for a hug. Both of you just stayed like that for quite some time before you pulled away.

You cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears away, you gave her a smile as you rested your forehead against hers. This'll be the last time you're gonna be like this with Bada. You wanted to be finally be able to step forward, have a new beginning with Yeni.

"We may have failed in this lifetime but if given the chance to meet you in the next one, I wouldn't think twice about loving you again. But right now, we both need to move on and let go. For both our sakes.. I love you but it's time that we really finish this. Goodbye, Bada.. It may not have been great but I genuinely loved you." you told her and she hugged you tight, just sobbing in your arms. When she calmed down a bit, she gave you a kiss on the forehead and tried her best to give you a smile.

"If given a chance that I meet you again in my next life, I would treat you better and love you right. It may not have been perfect but I loved you, Y/N. Thank you for loving me so unconditionally despite everything I did to you. Thank you for making me feel the realest love I've ever known." she says and you nodded. You gave her hand a gentle squeeze as you willed yourself to not cry anymore.

"I forgive you, Bada. I forgive you and myself for everything that happened. I hope that we both find peace and happiness even if it's not with each other." was your words before you finally left that apartment. It was bittersweet yet you know it was for the best.

After that live video, things went a bit better for team Bebe and people soon forgot about the issue. You continued to work as Jam Republic's translator and you started dating Yeni as you finally felt like you're ready for this fresh start and it was the best decision you've made. She treated you like the most important person in the world and made sure to give you everything you never experienced with Bada.

Meanwhile, Bada sold the apartment you once shared with her as she also wanted to move on. To let go of the guilt and the memories of you and her. She heard you were dating Yeni and she felt a pang of hurt at the news but she really hopes that Yeni won't make the same mistakes as she did. That hopefully you finally found your happiness in Yeni's love because you deserve all the good things in life.

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@lil-elliesgf @efyyylee @hwm1hyun @mikaleialt @bunnywonyo @badaswifey @mrs-grim-reaper @b1ackbunny @wifey-badalee

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee imagine #bada fanfic #yeni cho

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hvghes · 11 months

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i miss you, im sorry ft. quinn hughes

pt 1

Do you remember happy together? I do, don't you?

there was never a day that passed where the old couple didnt think about each other. about every happy memory. about where it all went wrong. they could’ve still been happy together, in love in Vancouver. but she left. she was heartbroken leading him to become heartbroken.

You said, "forever," in the end I fought it Please be honest, are we better for it?

forever. the word they always used. “i love you. you’re my forever.” “we will be together forever.” it was all a lie. nothing was forever. not since the break up. and especially not since quinn got a new girlfriend. some blonde girl he met at a bar after a game. every dream he had with you went out the door the same moment you walked out.

Thought you'd hate me, but instead you called and said, "I miss you" I caught it

quinn left many voice messages. your heart broke the moment you listened to them. you play them over and over since he moved on. “i know i wasn’t there much but i promise if you come back it’ll be different. you’re my everything. everything hurts without you and im so sorry. im sorry that i didn’t notice. everything got so hard that i wasn’t in the right head space. im sorry..” “i miss you” it came out as a whisper but you still heard it. you cried for hours. you missed him.

But I only saw you once in December I'm still confused

December. possibly the worst month. the month you walked out only for a year later the next December for him to have a new girl. you were back in Vancouver for work and decided to get a few drinks with some old friends. thats when you saw him. the ex love of your life with another girl in his lap. your heart shattered in that moment, before he could see you, you told your friends you weren’t feeling well and left.

You said, "forever," and I almost bought it I miss fighting in your old apartment Breaking dishes when you're disappointed I still love you, I promise

there were small arguments here and there. but everything always ended on good terms. life was perfect with quinn. he was your home and you were his. you were the one thing that brought him comfort and peace. his family loved you. your family loved him. they knew you guys would get married. the love and connection you had was strong. the love never died. even if he had a new girl.

Nothing happened in the way I wanted every corner of this house is haunted and I know you said that we're not talking but I miss you, I'm sorry

every dream, every plan, every hope of a future together fell apart. you tried to piece it back together. you still had some of quinns old stuff that you held during nights where you cried until empty. your new home didn’t feel like one. a place of not belonging, a sad feeling haunting you everywhere you went. you’d do anything to get him back. he’d be there waiting for you because what you didnt know was him and that girl only lasted a month its been 6 months since December. leading to summer.

I don't wanna go, think I'll make it worse Everything I know brings me back to us I don't wanna go, we've been here before everywhere I go leads me back to you

ellen had invited you to the lake house for the summer. she missed you, and she knew her eldest did too. quinns a mommas boy after all. she knew you still loved each other. you were scared to go. you needed to get out because staying in this house started to bring you to a state that would be hard to get out of. you needed to fix things with quinn. you didn’t want to ruin things more than they already were though. with the comfort of ellen telling you everything would be fine you packed your bag and headed off to the lake house. one thing about you and quinn is that no matter what through destiny fate or whatever you always ended up back in each others presence. you and quinn knew each other as kids but he later moved. it was heartbreaking. but somehow in between the time he came back. you attended the same high school together. finally confessing to one another you guys got together. and here you were this time you found your way back to him.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine

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timelessstardust99 · 9 months

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Cuddling at the end of Time| Sylvie L. x Fem! Reader

Characters: Loki L (Mentions)., The Reader, Mobius (Mentions), Sylvie L.

Ship: Sylvie & Reader

WARNING: None

Spoiler: Mentions of spoilers(?) for episode 6

She hadn't the faintest clue how she had gotten here. She could see the monstrous Alioth in the distance, eating anything and everything that was being Pruned here. She could feel the chilly air, her arms wrapping around herself, her TVA uniform not providing the warmth she craved.

She felt a presence that stood next to her, she didn't look to see, knowing already who it was. She scoffed. "What do you want? To gloat? Tell me that you told me so?" Were the words to tumble out of her mouth. The Goddess next to her sat down slowly, frowning. "Or, or better yet, tell me how much of a lie my life is." She continued, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. She tried to contain them, but they fell slowly down her cheeks.

"Y/N..." Sylvis spoke slowly, reaching a hand out and laying in gently on the others arm, trying to calm her. Y/N looked over at the woman in the leather armor, a blanket she had gotten from her male variant, wrapped around her shoulders. He had given Sylvie the blanket to bring over to Y/N, considering how cold she might be. After all, she wasn't a Frost Giant, therefore, she can easily get cold. "I know, none of this can be easy for you," She tried, Y/N sniffled with a scoff. "But we'll get through this, alright." She rubbed the younger woman's arm again. Y/N looked over once more, noticing how perfectly beautiful this Variant of Loki was, though that could be because he leaned more toward women than men. Mobius had sort of teased her for a while about that, not in a mean way, just in a playful friendly banter that got onto her nerves, but she loved his dorky teasing anyways. Suddenly, Y/N felt something heavy on her other shoulder, looking down, she saw it was half of the blanket. She looked up and made eye contact with the Goddess in front of her.

"What?" She questioned nonchalantly, her face burning as she turned her head away from Y/N, whose lips quirked up in a small smile. Y/N scooted closer to her side, wrapping the blanket tighter around them. Sylvie looked down at her, the feeling of her body against her causing her stomach to flip.

"Thanks, the blanket helps," she said. Sylvie smiled, glad she could do one thing right. She felt Y/N's head resting on her shoulder, she looked down to see a peaceful smile plastered onto the woman's face.

"You almost look approachable resting your eyes like that," Sylvie joked. Y/N chuckled, nudging her a bit, her arm looping around Sylvie's as she snuggled closer to her.

"Don't be an ass, Sylvie," Y/N said. Sylvie smiled, laying her head on top of the others, a happy and peaceful smile on her lips. She wished could stay like this with her, but she couldn't when the TVA's founder needed to be eliminated. If she could just destroy whoever it was, maybe she could live happily again, with Y/N at her side this time. Though, only time could tell.

Note: If anyone wants a part 2, feel free to request it. I was bored and I love Sylvie, so I wanted to make a one shot.

And Im also making a whole book on Wattpad lol

#sylvie laufeydottir #x reader #female reader #Sylvie laufeydottir x reader #gxg #wlw tag #bisexual reader #loki series #loki laufeyson #angst with a happy ending #Mobius

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marvelouslytrekking · 3 years

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92: “ Are you drunk? ” with Tony Stark? (This feels like it has big angst potential and I don't know why ahaha)

Leaving

Pairing: Tony/f!reader Summary: Tony has ran out of chances with you and after him standing you up again, you decide to leave. Word Count: 851 Warnings: Swearing, mention of alcohol (Don't drink and drive!!) A/N: You said angst so I went with angst and not even a happy ending like I normally would go for... hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

You were frantically packing your belongings. You were upset and angry and you had finally had enough. You refused to even give Tony the chance to come up with an excuse. You were beyond sick of his excuses.

You had been so focused on getting all your stuff, not wanting to need to come back, you didn’t hear Tony entering the room.

“Woah! What are you doing?” He chuckled slightly, until you turned around and he saw the look of anger on your face.

“I’m leaving.” You stated before turning back. Probably too fast as you started to stumble. Stupid wine.

“Are you drunk?” Tony asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Yeah I am. Take a guess as to how I got drunk.”

“Did you go out with Nat?”

“Yep! That’s it, and I realized she’s a bunch better fuck so I am leaving you.” You knew that was just cruel, even if your voice was laced with sarcasm. You turned back to him. “No, I am very wine drunk because the waiter felt so bad for the poor girl who got stood up at one of the fanciest restaurants in New York City, so he kept bringing me more wine.”

“Oh. Oh shit,” The realization finally hit Tony, “oh god I am so so sorry, it totally slipped my mind, I was so distracted, why didn’t you call?”

“Fuck you.” You spat. “I did call, probably around 6 times but you had told Jarvis to put your phone on silent it seems. But you know what, that doesn’t even matter, because I shouldn’t have to call. I deserve someone who remembers when they plan a date.”

“You’re right. I know you do, but I will try to do better! I will make it up to you! I promise.” Tony pleaded with you.

“It’s too late for that.” You sighed. You really didn’t have the energy for a fight. You just wanted to get your stuff and leave. “I have given you so many chances. Too many. There comes a point where it is obvious where your priorities lie and they're not with me.”

“That’s not true. You mean everything to me! I just- I get so caught up sometimes but that doesn’t take away from how much I love you!”

“I think it does.” You finished throwing the last of your clothes in a suitcase before zipping it. “Tony I can’t do this anymore. I need some space.”

“I-” You could tell he wanted to protest but he just sighed and nodded, “Where are you going to go?”

“I’ll figure it out.” You weren’t going to admit to Tony that you already had a place. It wasn’t like you had been preparing for the worst, the opposite in fact but you had a cabin in the middle of nowhere and it was ready to be lived in. You had bought and renovated it as a surprise for Tony. A place that the two of you could get away to. Somewhere he would maybe give you the attention you needed. But now, it would be your escape from him. You had never been more glad that you had kept it off the radar from everyone, you really did need some space.

You slipped off the ring he had presented to you months ago, gently setting it on his bedside table before throwing a duffle bag on your shoulder and grabbing your suitcase and another bag. “Goodbye Tony.” You muttered as you left his room.

He didn’t move, he didn’t say anything. You had expected a last minute plea, a last attempt to beg you to stay but he remained silent and you were able to slip out of his room in peace. You managed to make it to your car before you broke down in tears.

The anger you felt for Tony still didn’t outweigh your love for him but you knew you could not stay with him any longer. You had to get out while you still could before he destroyed you later.

You made the long drive to your new home. While all you wanted to do was go to sleep, you knew that Tony would most likely be trying to track you. You had already made sure your phone and car were untrackable but it was now time to make sure your home didn’t leave a trace.

One of the nice things about being Tony’s fiance was that he taught you many things about Jarvis and you had managed to integrate him into the cabin, and it was already set to not let Tony know about it, but you were going to make sure that he never did.

You pulled every command in the books to make sure that Jarvis was fully separate from Tony’s system and that his Jarvis was completely unaware of your presence and if he did become aware he was sworn to secrecy.

Once you were sure Tony would not be able to track you, you finally found yourself passed out on the couch, wondering what you were meant to do now.

#Tony stark x reader #Tony Stark/reader #Tony Stark x you #Tony Stark/you #Iron man/reader #iron man x reader #iron man #Tony stark #angst #Tony stark angst #Aimee writes

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insanely-lovely-and-random · 2 years

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So this is my rant about Shallow Hal, I recently rewatched it because the song "Love Grows" is on the radio again (which also yay) and I've always loved the movie and I didn't even realise people found the movie problematic.

Ya know what I get that people find issues with things that came out years ago and some are valid but when people try to tell me I'm literally wrong for liking something, THAT I have a problem with.

Fats suits and fat jokes are a problem and the early 2000s were full of those jokes but honestly I have a much greater issue when I see them in current media than old because yeah they probably should know better now but I don't really want to talk about its problems I want to say why I love it.

The fact that Jack Black was a leading man on a romcom is fantastic, he's a very attractive man but lets not lie hes not Hollywood's version of one and I LOVE that they made a movie like that. I also like the fact that he starts off like the name says shallow, he's a dick at first and he goes through actual growth which is honestly amazing because usually when the main characters not conventionally attractive they make the character too nice and honestly boring this movie feels honest with his flaws.

Yes Gwyneth Paltrow is wearing a fatsuit and most of the movie she's just herself but this was 2001 how many movies since have actually had an overweight woman as the love interest? I mean actually overweight and not Renee Zellweger in Bridget Jones? Cause I could count em on one hand.

The fact that it ended the way it did I honestly think it was ahead of it's time. This and Shrek came out the same year and both have very touching endings with Shrek loving Fiona even with her being an Ogre and in this movie he comes to love Rosemary for the person she is and appearances really don't matter to him anymore. He loves an overweight woman and neither of them change to become more attractive by societies standards , that's fricking cool as hell!!! I don't know how many other movies I know that do that even today and let me say the fact that HE IS A MAN.

Before anyone gets angry at me what I mean is just think about how many movies have a woman loving a man who starts as a monster or scarred or considered ugly by the movies world. There's hundreds, recently we had Shape of Water where as nice twist yes the man remains a fish man and she loves him anyways. But movies where the man loves a woman who's considered unattractive? Far fewer and of those movies 9 outta 10 the womans just tall, clumsy, not a size 6 or something else completely ridiculous. She's almost never scarred or a frightening creature or genuinely over weight.

Beauty and the Beast has always confused me because the Beast is bad and can't see past an outer appearance but the solution isn't to have him fall for a woman with an ugly outer appearance it's to give him one and have a woman have to fall for him despite it.... but why?? Why should a woman have to learn to love him when it should clearly be him who has to learn that, I never got it but Shallow Hal did. Shallow Hal a movie from over two decades ago did that. It had a man learn that he is cruel, obnoxious and shallow and only by growing as person and saying a big old Fuck you to society's standards could he become incredibly happy with the woman he loves. Because Hal isn't the only bad guy in the movie, the whole world is. As shown by how embarrassed his friend is when he finds out Hals with Rosemary, so self concious just because of what other people would think?!

Hal changed by the end of the movie but people haven't changed a goddamn bit and that's sad. People seem to fat shame and look down on others more than ever and yes it has problems and it's just a goofy romcom from two decades ago but I swear to God I was genuinely changed by seeing it when I was 10. I felt empathy and shame for how I'd looked at other people who were bigger than me and it was thanks to this movie and so I still love it. Peace out ✌✌

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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The thing that feels disingenuous about Miles answer about Ironwood is that he was part of the writing staff that framed the general as a cool character to start with. I do think that the signs about Ironwood's evil were clear since V2 and in V7 he was an outright dictator from episode 1. Nonetheless, he was still consistently framed as a cool character, someone you can trust and rely. You don't get to blame the fans for liking a genocide if you was the one framed him as cool in the first place.

I actually don’t think being cool is the problem. If we’re satirizing and/or making a statement about the toxic masculinity that leads to something like a dictatorship, then being “cool” is a crucial part of that. People don’t leverage the power they have by looking lame, they do so by appearing desirable, enviable, awesome. Being in the military is supposedly “cool.” Being a white guy with a giant gun is supposedly “cool.” Having power over an entire nation is supposedly “cool,” etc. If you only make such characters look revolting — even when they are — then you miss one of the main recruitment tools for this kind of rhetoric. Any version of Ironwood that’s meant to make a point about the dangers of following someone like him needs to make him look “cool” and then deconstruct that, pointing out the ways in which this cool veneer is a lie meant to pull you in. To do otherwise is to claim that evil people are always easy to spot. Making your villains “uncool” implies that the people who do appear cool in real life must be fine then. That good looking, charismatic leader is great. Why would I look critically at his actions? He’s too cool to be evil.

My personal problem is not that “They made the dictator look cool and we can’t possibly expect the audience to tell the difference between someone who is truly good and someone who is just using various Cool Points to skate by” because that would be the point of such a character — the work the show needs to do. My problem is that RWBY didn’t do that work. At least, not to the extent they needed to. Rather than making Ironwood a truly heinous character (prior to Volume 7 ‘s shooting, I mean) and allowing the audience to learn how appearing cool can’t hide that, they just made him good person. Straight up. Flawed, absolutely, but no worse than any of the other character on screen, particularly post Volume 6 when our heroes are frequently putting people in danger, seizing power, telling lies, keeping secrets, and generally acting in the ways we’re supposedly meant to condemn Ironwood for. Since talk of Miles’ vid last night I’ve seen three separate “Ironwood was always bad, idk how people can miss the signs” posts and those people are half right. There 100% were signs we were meant to pick up on. The problem is RWBY then went and deconstructed those signs. Ironwood didn’t just bring an army to a peace festival, he brought an army to an event he had good reason to believe wasn’t peaceful — and he was right. Ironwood didn’t wrest control from Ozpin (using a series of checks and balances that exist for this very purpose...) because he has an obsession with being in control, he did so because he honestly believed Ozpin was putting people in danger — and he was right. Ironwood didn’t step up post-Fall because he arrogantly believes he’s the only one capable of saving Remnant, he did so because he’s actually the most qualified: a fully trained huntsmen leading an Academy (like Ozpin) with an army and knowledge of this secret war. What, was Ironwood supposed to read the script and wait for the group of dropout teenagers to arrive and save the world instead? To say nothing of how his power and responsibility are framed as sacrifices, not something he sought out. Ironwood doesn’t want to be the sole ruler here. His desperate relief at having allies again proves it. Good setup for the rise of a dictator would have been Ironwood being cagey with his information and exerting control over the group... not telling them everything, not giving them more power, not letting them keep the Lamp, not taking arrest off the table so as to keep them in line, and generally doing the opposite of everything he did do to share that responsibility and power. RWBY got very good at giving us the first half of these red flags — he has an army, he’s stubborn, he’s hurting Mantle, etc. — but then time and time again introduced a context that changed that flag dramatically: they are fighting literal monsters, he’s no more stubborn than our title character, hurting Mantle is a consequence of a plan he thinks will help the whole world and our heroes back this. Those who insist that Ironwood was 100% a villain in the making (or a villain already) prior to shooting Oscar are working from their assumption of what his archetype represents, not what RT actually put on screen. Because RT is just really bad at writing a dictator character. They didn’t have the skill to manage someone who only appeared good on the surface, let alone a character with the complex nuance of wielding “coolness” to their advantage, which is why in Volume 8 they had to resort to cartoon villainy with literal, evil spotlights. It’s not that the audience is too dumb to pick up on those red flags, it’s that RT couldn’t manage to plant them without continually introducing valid justifications. You can’t say, “Bringing an army is a bad thing. Look at this dictator coding!” without me going, “Yeah, except in the fictional world you created an army does not represent the problems it does in our real life societies. This isn’t a guy amassing soldiers to go after oil, he’s trying to protect people from monsters. Not even metaphoric monsters acting as stand-ins for a minority group. Literal, evil monsters!” RWBY ignores its own context and a good chunk of the fandom ignored it too.

The problem with that (besides the general frustration of someone ignoring parts of canon to forward a particular reading) is that the fandom’s go-to claim is that everything is meaningful — and it’s a reading the writers very much support. Fans do not, as the above attests, push for a simple reading of, “Don’t think too hard about it. Just take the surface reading and run with it” which, while still frustrating, would have at least been a valid stance. Rather, they insist very strongly that nuance and depth are what drive the show. From the song lyrics to a tiny detail in the opening, everything is important and if you don’t accept that then you can’t appreciate RWBY’s complexity.

“Okay,” I said. “Then in that case Ironwood coming around to Ozpin’s position is meaningful too? Glynda — one of our best and most faultless characters — supporting him is meaningful? Flipping his gun, defending Weiss, Qrow writing to him, the group working with him for months on end... all of it is meaningful to his characterization? You said so yourself.”

“No, no, no,” comes the reply. “He’s just bad. But he’s also nuanced. He’s tricked you into thinking he’s a good person by acting kind sometimes, by getting support sometimes, but none of that is true. His actions are what matter and his actions are simplistically bad.”

“Ohhhh. So then does that mean this story is really about the creation of a villain?”

“Huh?”

“Well, Ruby. She’s ‘nuanced’ in the same way. She acts kind sometimes and gets support, but her actions are terrible. She endangered an entire city because she couldn’t wait to see if Ironwood got his letter. She condemned Ozpin for keeping secrets about Salem and then kept those same secrets just two days later. When the kingdom was under attack she sat around drinking tea, crying on a staircase, just hoping someone would come fix things for her — all while actively sabotaging the one person who was trying to save people, even if that action seems silly to us (let’s fly really high). So if we’re looking at the impact of someone’s actions outside of their intent, as we just did with Ironwood, then she’s a bad guy too, yeah?”

“No! She’s the hero!”

“... these characters don’t know she’s the hero from a meta perspective. If we’re supposed to judge the meaning of RWBY based on these details — ”

“But it’s not just the details. It’s also the allusions. Everyone in RWBY is based on another person or character. It’s very complex and that inspiration drives their story, so if you don’t have that information it’s no surprise you’re confused. For example, this is why Penny had to get a human body. That’s what happened to Pinocchio!”

“Oh! So then Ironwood is destined to be a good guy!”

“What?”

“Well, you just said the allusions drive their stories, right? The whole point of the Tin Man is that he always had a heart and just needed to realize that. So clearly — “

“No! He’s supposed to be a classic dictator, he’s only bad!”

And ‘round and ‘round we go. RWBY’s writing is atrocious yet the fandom pushes this narrative that it’s all a complex, multi-layered story that requires taking every part into account to understand the “real” message... but when you try to do that with certain characters like Ozpin and Ironwood it’s, “No, actually, they’re just simple archetypes of Bad Men.” Nuance exists for the bees, but not other ships. It exists for the characters fans like, but not the ones they don’t. And RWBY’s inspirations have to predict the ending for this character... but not that other character. It’s a nonsense grab bag!

Fans are right that Ironwood had a lot of red flags to set up this downfall. Fans are also right that those red flags were severely undercut, thus reversing their impact. Fans are right that Ironwood becomes a 100% bad guy who kills because he can and threatens to bomb a city. Fans are also right that this characterization feels absurd for Ironwood, both in terms of his morality and his intelligence (how does bombing Mantle help you now??) Ironwood is badly written. He was badly written in 7 and 8, if he was always meant to be a dictator in the making then he was badly written in 2-6, and he’s conclusively badly written when it comes to lacking a backstory and a canonical semblance — two things are are supposedly driving all of this characterization. That’s the answer: not that he’s good, or bad, but that RWBY can’t write a consistent character, let alone a nuanced one, so it’s no surprise the fandom can’t decide on anything. What’s there to decide on? It’s that nonsense grab bag. In a different show I think making the dictator appear cool would be a crucial bit of commentary, but RWBY doesn’t have the skill to pull that off.

#rwby #rwde #mymetas #Anonymous

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emily-the-fae · 3 years

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Sound of a Heartbeat

Part 3. Back to Business

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Here I am, back with a new chapter. I have absolutely no betas, so this is what I get after editing the text myself.

Pairing: Dracula x OC

Warnings: absolutley none

What Shari did not expect, was to feel cold - in fact, there was now extremely unpleasant cold at her back and something burning warm and soft at her side, the juxtaposition making her shiver and move her shoulders. As soon as she did so, sharp pain shot through the left side of her neck, causing her to flinch and groan, straightening her shoulders carefully as not to evoke another shot of pain. Why-why-why does this have to sting so much all over again? Shari could hear some sounds around her - noises like obscured quiet dialogue, the voices were still undetectable, but she already had a hint of who they might belong to. Next there was a raspy sound of someone's - or something's - quick breathing right next to her ear. Light struck her eyes through closed eyelids, causing her to turn her head, wincing. There was a sound of footsteps coming closer. Some other noise, getting louder by second, until she finally heard...

- Shari! - as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sypha leaning above her, anxious face watching her reaction carefully, strands of red hair falling in front of her eyes.

Shari bolted upwards, nearly bumping into the speaker and instantly regretting it as sharp pain shot through her body, she bent forward, almost folding in half, then straightened up again, taking deep breaths. Alright, easy. This is what surviving feels like. She was going to live for now. Shari looked around: she was laying on the snowy forest floor next to a campfire, her body covered with a warm cape; the wood opening was lit in dim daylight, Sypha was crouching on the ground next to her, Adrian and Trevor staring at her from across the campfire; Rodo crawled closer, putting his muzzle onto her lap and wagging his short tail happily, his nose poking her belly.

She caressed his big furry head absentmindedly. Shari did not understand how the hell she managed to make it back, especially considering her health condition. She was expecting anything, but home sweet home among the three friends on the other side of the water.

Something moved on the edge of her peripheral vision, between the trunks of the trees and Shari had to turn her shoulders fully in order to keep her neck as immobile as possible, as she tried to look in the direction of the movement. She saw a shadowy figure of the ghost stare at her, hovering immobile close to the edge of the trees. Oh, Lisa Tepes is not going to leave her alone now. She knew Shari would survive, somehow the damned woman just knew it. Now the healer could be sure the ghost will stick to her for some time and continue the scheme of "go and save the world". A very pleasant beginning of the day.

- Lord, it's so good that you're back. We seriously thought that we might lose you, - Sypha threw her arms around Shari's neck, for the time being taking the healer's thoughts off her new acquaintance. - I tried all I could, you know, magic and other stuff... Adrian almost suggested turning you, - Shari snorted. Like hell he would have.

- How long was I...?

- Three days, - Sypha's face was probably as pale as her own. The poor girl must have done all she was capable of to keep Shari alive.

- To be honest, I am quite surprised that my father didn't finish what he started, but I am anyway relieved, that you are well, - Adrian walked up to her and petted her shoulder. - I'm so sorry we weren't there to help you straight away.

- It's fine, Adrian, we couldn't have predicted that he would pay us a visit. It's not anybody's fault, - no it is. My own and yours too, it was a dumb idea to leave the most battle-unprepared person alone. Shari shut the voice in her head and smiled weakly.

Trevor just nodded from across the fire, listening to their exchange; he watched the three of them, his gaze from time to time drifting back to Shari, or rather to the reddened patch on her neck. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if hesitant to speak, then finally spilled it out:

- How did he attack you? How did he find us? Did he speak? – the hunter started throwing questions at her and Shari got a strong feeling of being interrogated.

- I-I don't know, - Shari almost lied, throwing a cautious glance at Lisa. - He just, sort of, appeared and attacked me that's mostly it.

- He probably watched us. She was alone, so he decided to weaken us by removing the one left vulnerable, - Adrian finished, lowering himself on the ground next to the healer. Shari didn't want to respond, dropping herself to her improvised bed in exhaustion.

- You must be more or less right. That night is a bit foggy in my memory, really, - she huffed.

- He has a nasty habit of putting his victims under hypnosis, so your condition is quite - I almost said normal - quite to be expected I dare say, - Adrian mumbled matter-of-factedly, his palm coming up to caress her head and brush away a few stray strands of hair from her face. Shari felt her stomach turn in fear at the word "victims", she breathed out heavily. Silence followed.

- Guys, seriously, I feel drained... - Shari stretched as well as she could; Sypha snorted at her involuntary pun. - Can I please just rest for a while?

- Of course. Take your time and gain some strength. You'll need it soon, - Adrian spoke before anyone could respond. He stretched out his hand to take her palm in his for a moment, capturing her attention. - You deserve some rest. Thank you... For not dying on us. Really, - his tone began to be uncharacteristically serious, but as he ended his words in a chuckle, Shari could only breath out and smile warmly. Sypha just nodded and hurried to cover her once more with the large warm cape - the healer wasn't sure if it was Adrian's of Trevor's.

Shari lay back in peace for once, feeling Rodo's large warm form next to herself and letting the sounds of the forest wash over her. Maybe she could at least get some normal sleep.

***

When she woke up the next time, it was already deep in the night. The fire was burning low, Sypha and Trevor sleeping soundly on the ground around it, curled into two freezing balls, an empty bottle next to Trevor's hand - as per usual - and Adrian nowhere to be seen. Rodo purred in discontent, shaking his sleepy red eyed head, when Shari tried to sit up.

There was a shadow at the edge of the trees once again watching the small campsite intently; Shari could see it clearly its outline hiding behind the tree trunks. Lisa. The woman caught her gaze and beckoned her to come closer. Shari shook her head at first, but the woman only continued gesturing more aggressively; she hesitated for a while, contemplating whether she should just turn on her side and go back to sleep, then stood up at last almost against her own will, walking up to the ghost cautiously, ready for any unpleasant surprise. She felt like she was going to regret even this small decision.

Lisa, seeing her move, turned away and walked further into the tree shadows, leading the human away from the campfire; Shari could barely follow her transparent form, walking through the bushes careful not to make too much noise that could awaken her unaware companions. Rodo ran behind his human, smelling the air around him for any traces of life, his huge claws making him clumsy as he trotted through the bushes. At first Shari could barely see her way, cursing under her breath as she went until all of a sudden she found herself in an opening once more, a small free patch of ground formed around an old fallen tree, it's darkened trunk laying on the ground and clearing some space around it; Shari saw the ghost settle on top of the trunk as if sitting down on a bench, gesturing for the human to do the same. Shari walked closer and lowered herself next to the woman. It was silent for a few moments.

- Did you really have to do that? - Shari spoke up.

- Do what? - Lisa responded.

- Appear to me. Rush my decisions.

- I didn't. In fact, I tried to tell you to think it over, if you remember?

- Oh yes, you didn't intimidate me with the prospects of returning to Earth straight for a painful fight, - sarcasm it is.

- I needed you to be out here.

Silence once more.

- Why don't they see you? Adrian and others - you were there in the morning, but they didn't notice. Are you just a hallucination? In my head? I’m going insane, am I? - Shari asked. The ghost sighed in response, lowering her head.

- No, no. I believe, you... Crossed some border because of almost dying. You aren't supposed to be seeing me now, it never happened to me before... Maybe you are able to see the other dead too. Maybe it's just me because I tried to connect to you, - Lisa answered, unconfident, studying the girl's face. - I was never exactly an expert in the paranormal field.

- You raised a vampire son.

- That's different!

Pause.

- I'm still not going to go looking for Dracula, - Shari stated.

- You can go looking for his castle instead then, - Lisa was seemingly unworried about her decision.

- Looking for his castle?! Do you even hear yourself? How is that supposed to be "instead"? How.. Wait, why?

- Well, as you said, you want to hold onto your life - he has the answer to your sickness, your salvation - I know, I remember, I've been to his library - if you manage to find the castle, you will as well find the cure, - Lisa smiled knowingly at Shari's visible confusion. The healer wrinkled her nose, thinking. Now there was something to it – could be possible; a chance for longer survival, if the stories didn’t lie; besides Dracula is quite busy and Lisa had told her she watched over him. But still...

- Oh no, I'm not buying this. You're just telling this to me, because you want me to encounter him. He very obviously will be there and will certainly be not happy about a human intruder. I won't go, nope, - Shari replied.

- Don't you think it's the better option of not encountering him? - there was a smirk on the ghost's face now.

- Oh, yes, why would that be?

- He's following you four around, he said it himself, so he will definitely notice you are still alive and quite soon. But I do know he is not as often in his castle nowadays - so if you leave the others, in fact, you will have better chances of...

- Alright, alright, Lady Logic, I get it. What's in it for you then? Making me search the castle? Sounds all too good for me and nothing for you, as you place it. What do you have in mind?- Shari stared at the ghost suspiciously, waiting for the answer.

- His castle and all its movement is controlled only from the inside, I know it for sure. And maybe, just maybe, together we could find a way to reverse this war with minimum blood. If we find a way to stick the castle to one place, he will have to be more careful, because his safe place will grow more vulnerable. As for Adrian and your team out there – they wouldn’t be able to ambush him. Drawn in that condition they may have more time and necessity to… reconsider some of their tactics. Who says diplomacy should work without a little destructive help? You and I – together we can create the needed mess, - Lisa responded. This sounded almost like a rehearsed speech. - Magic and knowledge: if you help it may actually work out.

- And that's all? - Shari raised an eyebrow.

- Yes.

- Too simple.

- Only on speech, - Lisa tilted her head towards Shari. - Do we have a deal?

- I don't trust you, - Shari cut back. - You're nice and all, but I don't trust you, - she stood up from the tree trunk.

- You don't have to. But we need each other, you have to admit it, - the ghost responded with an amused smile. Shari really wanted to shut her ears and run away. This was no good. There was no way the ghost wasn't lying about Dracula deserting his castle; Adrian said he wouldn't... Though Adrian didn't expect him to be watching them either.

- Okay. Say I do trust you – for now. What do I do? How do I get away and to his castle without Adrian?

- Leave tomorrow. Tell them you need to go and settle some personal matter – or rest somewhere peaceful, that you know of a small village to rest in for a while. That you're sick and solving it - it's not far from the truth. You'll catch up with them in some time… possibly, - Lisa told it all as if she had planned the whole thing a long time ago, which unnerved Shari quite a lot.

- Will I though? - mistrust once again.

- Depends on you, - the ghost dissolved into thin air. - Remember, we both need each other.

#castlevania #dracula x oc #dracula x reader #alucard #adrian tepes #sypha belnades #trevor belmont #fanfiction #i have no beta

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bokutouch · 3 years

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Hi!!! I was wondering if I could get an eternal matchup pls??

- my names Olivia and I’m 17.

- I go by she/her pronouns and I want to be matched with a male character from Haikyuu!! please.

- My birthday is January 6th, 2004 and I’m a Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, and Libra Rising (my Mercury is in Sagittarius, my Venus is in Aquarius, and my Mars is in Aries if you wanted to know the rest).

- I’m 5’2, I have brownish-red hair and blue eyes.

- I spend a lot of time doing school work because I’m really driven by it and I’ve had good grades a majority of high school. When I’m not doing schoolwork I enjoy listening to music or going on a walk! I really like going on sunrise/sunset walks bc they’re always really pretty! I try to do community service in my free time because I really enjoy helping others out. I'm currently a summer camp counselor but I hope to be a lab tech one day :)

- If I were to go on a date with a partner I don't really mind what we do, but I like book dates, movie dates, and especially museum dates!! In a partner I'm looking for someone who shares the same interests as me, is kind, has a good sense of humor, and most importantly can understand and work through my emotions with me. I get really bad mood changes so if he can work with me through that I really value it. My love languages are acts of service and quality time.

- I think that one of my fatal flaws is that although I appear kind and respectful when I’m out in public, I have pretty severe anxiety, depression, and anger issues so I struggle with that a lot. I also get really defensive and stubborn when someone says something that annoys me so i kinda never stop talking lol.

- To finish off I’m an ISFP and Enneagram Type 9v1.

- I hope you have a great day! Ty if you do this! ❤

Hello olivia, thanks for coming to my brand new rocket ship!! 🚀

first of all I apologize bcs I'm not really educated about astrology,

so I'll just use your other description as best as I could okay??

I SHIP YOU WITH AKAASHI KEIJI!

"why akaashi?" you might askㅡ

first of all, some part of you reminded me of bokuto.

and some part of you definitely reminded akaashi of bokuto too. it's not a bad thing really.

Akaashi looks at you and think, "ah, she is my home."

because "home" supposed to be comfortable, because home supposed to be familiar. Being with you bring him peace. You are his home, his tranquility, his safe haven.

Most people told him, "God- you are such a boring person, Akaashi." and as the time goes by, he is starting to believe that tooㅡ but thats until you come into his life.

You're one of his classmate. And not gonna lie, at first akaashi only know you as the quiet girl who always buried her nose in books. "If I am boring, she must be a lot more boring than me." that's what he thought of you, bcs really everytime he sees you, its always you and your books. He understands the importance of having good grades, but should you really be doing that everyday?

The first time you two have a really long talk was when one day akaashi saw you still sitting inside your shared classroom, all alone bcs it's almost 6 pm and of course everybody left already. Nose buried deep in books like you always do, but this time he could hear you humming a song- it's a song that he also enjoyed listening to. He never sing in front of other people before, but for some reason he wanted to join your little secret concert at that time, so he did. He sing along to your little hummingㅡ 1 song turn into 2, turn into 3, and you still didn't notice him at all. He laughed a little because "what's so interesting in that clinical laboratory science book that she doesn't even realized I've been here for almost 10 minutes already."

He tapped your shoulder two times, and you jumped at that.

"H-hey? Um, sorry, I just.. I've been waiting here for you to finally notice me but I guess that book is really interesting, huh?" he smiled at you, feeling a little bad after seeing your reaction at his little tap tap on your shoulder.

"Oh, yes... I want to be a lab tech in the future, so um you know, just preparing." you awkwardly smiled back at him.

"Well, uh.. I know you definitely going to be an amazing lab tech one day. I saw you reading tons of books related to that job everyday in class, so... I believe your hardwork will be paid off."

"wait... that was so nice of him." you stared at akaashi who's currently fidgeting with his fingers.

"Thank you for saying that, Akaashi. That really means a lot to me. People have been telling me that my dream job is just that, a dream. Hearing you saying that someday my hardwork will be paid off really motivate me to prove them wrong. I swear I'm gonna rub it on their face once I got the job." you grins at him.

And at that, Akaashi heart beating a little bit faster than the usual. Was it your thankful speech for him? Was it your cute little grin? He doesn't really knowㅡ one thing he knows for sure though, he wants to keep talking to you. From today, tomorrow, and as long as you would let him.

"Hey, uh... it's going to get dark soon. Do you maybe want to go home together with me?"

You could see how nervous akaashi was after asking you that question, so you just nods and start fixing your books into your bag. Right before you zip up your bag, you remembered the main reason you are still in the classroom at that hour is because you were planning to see the sunset on your way back home, "Wait Akaashi, I actually want to see the sunset today..."

"Oh? I usually go home as the sun set due to my volleyball practice. The sight look really pretty if you see it from on top of the hills behind our school. Do you want to go there? I can show you the best spot."

Of course you accept his offer enthusiastically. So yes, that day is the beginning of your friends to lovers type of relationship with Akaashi.

Akaashi confessed to you first.

His friend circle are full of annoying people. They all be like,

"COME ON AKAASHI!! CONFESS YOUR UNDYING LOVE TO OLIVIA ALREADY."

"AKAASHI, DO YOU WANT TO SEE OTHER GUY SNATCH HER UP? HUH? ANSWER ME. AKAASHI!! AKAASHI!! WAIT UP!! "

"AKAASHI, WHAT IF OLIVIA DECIDED TO FALL FOR SOMEONE ELSE BECAUSE YOU ARE BEING SUCH A PUSSY AND WON'T CONFESS TO HER?"

"AKAASHI THIS" "AKAASHI THAT" "AKAASHI" "AKAASHI"

so during your usual study date day, he just decided to straight up ask you to be his girlfriend.

"W-what?" you just sat there for a whole minute because... what if things gonna feel different once you two put a real label to your not so friendly friendship? What if being friends with Akaashi is a lot more better than being his girlfriend? What if he ended up leaving you because he doesn't like the real you? There are so many ugly things that you hide from him, would he still love you the same after seeing all those imperfection? so many what if(s) going inside of your head, so little time to actually process each one of it.

"Umm, you can say no, you know...." all the messy thoughts inside your head stopped right away after hearing that.

"NO! wait, Keiji- I mean, not no to be your girlfriend, its no to me saying no to be your girlfriend." God, its hard to be in love. You can't control your heart, your brain, and now your tongue. God bless your soul, olivia.

"So.... is that a yes to be my girlfriend then?" Akaashi looks really small in that moment. He is still not sure if he can finally kiss you or not. Only being a friend to you for these past 6 months kept him from doing a lot of romantic stuff with you. Kissing you, holding your hands for no reason, hugging you any time he wants to, actually go on a study date with you instead of a childish study day. So now he really won't waste a single time if you answer his previous question with a "Yes" ;

After having a long talk about your imperfections, all your insecurities, and also tons of frustrated tears coming from your eyes, you finally say yes and there you have your new title as Akaashi Keiji's new girlfriend. He definitely got his long waited kiss from you too 🌻.

HEADCANON(s)!!

Bokuto once joined you and akaashi's museum date and he broke a statue hand after trying to handshake the statue. He grabbed the broken hand and show it to you and akaashi with teary eyes. Can't do nothing but running for your life and never comeback to that one particular museum 😭

You and Akaashi have the same love language, "Act of Service" ; So the two of you enjoy giving each other little massage here and there.

Just like you, Akaashi love being helpful for others too, so he really enjoyed the time he spent accompanying you to all your community service agendas. People that you two have been helping together ship you guys so much, especially the elderly couple. They keep saying "You two will make it until old days like us two."

After a long time dating eachother, you two decided to adopt a cute siberian husky that you named "Bobo". Akaashi rejected that name at first, because "Honestly love, I don't like how you picked a name so close to Bokuto's name. Our dog deserves better." You gasped at that, "How dare you, Keiji. This is our son! And his name is Bobo. I don't take no for an answer."

RUNNER UP(s) !!

OSAMU MIYA

SAWAMURA DAICHI

SHINSUKE KITA

alright this getting too long haha.

I hope you enjoy the results, love 🦋

#🦋eternal matchup!#angie's matchup🕊#matchup #haikyuu matchup

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beclynn-herondale · 4 years

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Clace Week day 6 - Pregnancy/Birth

( Clary and Jace belong to Cassandra clare and the world) ( pictures from pinterest)

Welcome to our Crazy Family!

Pregnancy #1

When Clary found out she was pregnant she started crying because her and Jace had been trying to start their family and the best part is they were getting married in a month so they had two big things coming, she felt so overwhelmed with happiness and after so many bad things good ones started happening, she had to calm herself down so she could even speak and then she went to find Jace.

She found him in the music room playing the piano, Jace she said and he looked up, Clary are you okay? You look like you've been crying? He said, I am great, but you need to come here now!!! She said excitedly and he gave her a weird look but followed her to their bedroom and he said what do you have planned Clare in a teasing Voice, bet you have no idea what it is Jace.

She had taken a pregnancy test that morning and it came back positive, She led him into the bathroom in their room and showed and he looked happy, unbelieving and excited, Is this for real Clare?, Yes Yes Yes she said and he started tearing up and so did she again and he took her in his arms, OH WAIT I SHOULD BE CAREFUL! right?, Jace it's fine you can hug me she said through a teary smile, oh okay said Jace and took her back into his arms and said this is really happening by the angel we're gonna have a baby!, Yes we are said Clary, she got on her tip toes and kissed her soon to be husband.

***

After being in labor for almost 24 hours with their twins here they were beautiful, adorable , amazing little girls who they already loved so much and now even more her and Jace both cried when they saw them for the first time Clary didn't care about the pain because she had her baby girls, it had been hard but worth it, Jace was there right beside her the whole time supporting her and encouraging her, and and kissed her head right before Charlotte was born, Last push babe he said, giving birth to twins wasn't easy, Ella was born first and then came Charlie 7 minutes later, she couldn't Express how much she loves these girls already her and Jace were sitting on a bed in the infirmary, Catarina had delivered their baby girls and healed Clary afterwards, and now her and Jace were exhausted her more so, she had one of them in her arms and Jace had the other, Charlotte Maryse Herondale and Ella Adele Herondale welcome little ones mama and papa love you very much.

( so this next part is connected to my fic I am writing so yeah things might be a little off, and a little sad for reasons I will forewarn you)

Pregnancy #2/3 technically

It wasn't the second time Clary had found out she was pregnant actually the third, she miscarried her second pregnancy due to events in the last war but more then that she lost her little girl, her and Jace had decided to start trying again, some thought it was to soon but Charlie was heartbroken and not Charlie she has a smile that's contagious and makes everyone want to smile and she's like sunshine and it hurts Clary every time she sees her like that, she lost her twin and doesn't know how to be without her, she wakes up in the middle of the night every night crying and screaming for Ella and Her and Jace have to go in and calm her and say that Ella isn't here anymore but at peace, hell Clary didn't even know if she was, all she wanted was her little girl back but the Angel apparently wants her and Jace and their family to suffer, after Ella died she screamed at the sky a lot, swearing and yelling at the Angel asking why her little girl? Why her? But why her unborn child as well?. And now she was sitting in their bathroom with a pregnancy test in her hands wondering if she would actually be pregnant, she looked at it and it was positive and she broke down crying omg she said I really am, for some it takes a while after having a miscarriage and getting pregnant again they are giving it time but for her and Jace and others trying again a couple months later was healing and after a month she got pregnant again, some thought it was wrong but they know Ella would want them to keep going and make charlie happy.

Clary waited for Jace to get home and after she put Charlie to bed to tell him and she had him sit on the bed, he gave her a look of worry, Clare he said what is thi- shush she said listen to me love, these last five months have been some of the hardest and have been hard and for some things like this might tear them apart but not us we stay together always and are always here and never give up on each other, we know that we need each other and we need to be a team and that the answer is love and I love you more and more every day, and I have some news that may be a turning point for us. What? He said, she took the pregnancy test out of her pocket and placed it in his hands with tears in her eyes, and he broke down and put his arms around her waist and cried on her shoulder and she his and they stayed like that for a while just here in this moment, and they went to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms while looking at each other and Jace was scared to let the moment go and said I won't let it happen again Clare I won't he said in his calm but stern and hard voice like Tessa Gray his Relative and an honestly amazing woman who if it weren't for Clary didn't know if she would be here today, I won't let anything happen to our kids again. Jace said, you can't control that love she said believe me I wish I- we could but we can't all we can do is watch over them and try our damn best to keep this from ever happening again.

Clary had and easier time with Stephen, she was in labor after her water broke for about 12 hours which was a lot less and extremely fast she thought but he was here and she was happy, her and Jace were crying tears of joy but also grief knowing how much Ella would have loved him and for all the pain and when Charlie came in she lit up and said Mommy! Is that him? Yes sunshine she said and Jace picked her up to show her and she cried, I have a baby brother she said Yay!, he's so cute mommy and papa and he has blonde hair like me and mommy's green eyes!, yes sunshine he does said Clary, he's like me mommy yay! Her sunshine was lighting up the room like she would always do and her and Jace were smile.

Pregnancy #3/4

Charlie and James got along really well and loved each so much and had a bond, Clary and Jace recently found out they were pregnant again and it was filled with tears and her surprising Jace this time, she played a guessing game with him and by the end he was in tears and hugging her and she was crying to. They told the kids after and they got super excited with Charlie saying another baby sibling! Yay! Yay! Do you think it will be a girl or boy? asked Charlie, I don't know Sunshine we'll have to wait and see. Said Clary, baby said Stephy they called him that as a nickname some said it's kinda girly but they didn't care what they thought nor did it matter if he likes it it's perfectly alright.

Hey Jace said to their kids do you two want to go to the music room? and let mommy rest, Yes! They said, will you and papa sing us a lullaby tonight again mommy? Asked Charlie, Yes of course Sunshine. Said Clary with her sweet motherly smile.

When they told the rest of their family and friends, they were all overjoyed that Clary and Jace were having another baby but also that they were healing, there would always be a deep scar but they knew they had to keep going. Izzy was so excited and said Yet again I am an Aunt!, she loved being an aunt and now a mom to 3 year old Sophie and 2 year old George and she said me and Simon actually have something to announce we are actually pregnant again to, Clary and Jace got so happy for them seriously!? Said Clary, Yes! Said Izzy seriously, congrats said Jace and he went and hugged Izzy and Simon and after Clary did. Our kids are gonna be best friends Fray said simon. They already are Si she said. True! Said Simon.

Clary went into labor earlier with Tessa, it worried her and Jace but Cararina assured them it would be fine and it was just a little early, Catarina has delivered everyone of their kids and it kinda became a thing and Clary honestly didn't want anyone else to deliver her babies, and Catarina loved it not that she would say, And she's here said Catarina after Clary pushed one last time and their baby girl was here and Clary was resting and her and Jace were admiring their little baby she was their smallest yet even the twins weren't this small but Catarina said she'll be fine, Tessa Jocelyn Herondale, Jace said you are beautiful little one and we will love forever. And Clary looked at him and kissed his cheek and smiled.

After that Izzy brought the kids in and they started jumping up and down saying she's here! She's here!, shush said Jace softly she's sleeping, oh said Charlie can we see here?, come here said Jace and picked them up to show them Izzy was looking at them softly, you're next Iz said Clary, I know I can't wait I want her to be here said Izzy. She has Jace's hair and eyes said Izzy.

Pregnancy #5

When Tessa was about 2 Clary found out she was pregnant again, she was waiting nervously and impatiently for several minutes and it showed two very visible lines and she knew she was and she was excited she won't lie, everyone probably thinks they have had enough children but Her and Jace didn't feel done or complete as a family yet. And this time she would have Jace found out in a great way, she was going to make him go on a scavenger hunt to find out.

When Jace came into his and Clary's bedroom she said good you're here I have something for you, what is it? Said Jace, there's a note on the table, he found and opened it it said ( go to the place where we had one of our first important moments in the institute) I know what your talking about said Jace what! Said Clary how? Well we had one of the first important moments in the green house when we first kissed and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before and it lit something In me that would change me. She smiled at that and he started heading towards, you coming Clare he said, yeah! She said.

When they go to the green house he found another note it said (go to the place where something happened that would have us bond forever) the roof he said, geez she said maybe you know me better then I thought said Clary, I do know you pretty well in all ways especially physically he said Jace! Yelled Clary, what no ones around, speaking of which where are the kids? As they were heading to the roof. They're with Alec and Magnus, Izzy and Simon are there as well to, and with their cousins and playing together like they always do. Okay why are we here doing this then? It's a surprise that's why said Clary, Alright better get back to it then said Jace, he got to the roof and found the other note, it said ( now your final stop, yes scavenger hunts are supposed to be long but I would get to impatient if I made it long. Go to the place where you enjoy to do something you love and the kids love as well) hmm that's a hard one but I have an idea said Jace I think I'll go to the music room first. Okay said Clary with a playful smile, I think that's the right choice seeing that smile on your face says so.

When he got to the music room and found the last note that said ( me and you have been through a lot together and our journey keeps going and I can't wait to keep going on it together with our kids and I hope it's okay to add more ) Are you pregnant? Asked Jace, yes said Clary and he walked over to her and hugged her again geez people are gonna comment he said, yeah well let them I don't care said Clary, me neither, we are growing out family and I am the happiest I could be. Clare I love you and I can't thank you enough for all you have done for me and still do every day. Said Jace, I love you to and you do and have done the same for me and she kissed his cheek. Now she said I think we should go to magnus and Alec's to get the kids, Yes I think we should said Jace.

Clary had a long labor again with twins but ot went perfectly fine and by the end she had her beautiful baby boy and girl, as with the other kids Catarina had delivered them, so how many more should I expect asked Catarina with a playful smile, Depends said Jace are you challenging us?, not exactly but you could make it to the shadowhunters with the most kids although I would laugh at them because you'd be once again changing things she said, either way you're children are beautiful and you two are amazing parents even I have to say that, they had come to know Catarina over the years and she really is an amazing woman thought Clary, thanks! Catarina for delivering all of them and if we do have more we would like you to be the one to do it said Jace and Clary nodded, I would like that said Catarina.

Charlie, Stephy and Tessa came into the room with Alec who insisted he should get to do it once and they ran to her and Jace and jumped into his arms and Alec walked over and helped by lifting Charlie up saying heron number 5 and 6 are here there's more of you now and soon you will be an army heron number 1 he Said to Charlie, really? said Charlie, yes my little Heron number 1 said Alec. Did you decide in names? asked Alec I know you two wanted it to be perfect and hadn't decided yet, yes! Actually we did said Clary, I would like you to meet Will Alexander Herondale and Jamie Cecily Herondale said Jace, Alexander? said Alec, yes after you said Clary and Alec was fighting back tears, thank you he said that means a lot said Alec and he said I love you both but damn you for making me so emotional, Clary and Jace laughed, and they and their kids admired the little new additions to their family. Her and Jace were very much in love and are happy. It's not all been easy but they have each and these little Joy's in their lives and the rest of their family and friends and they will be okay thought Clary. And she looked at her newborns with Black hair, one with her green eyes and the other a orange gold.

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timebuzzer · 4 years

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289.2 3rd Person POV

Sage arrived at Alex's apartment at exactly 6 pm sharp. He was wearing a black leather jacket hoodie paired with black slim-fit jeans and white sneakers.

Alex on the other hand was wearing a white shirt layered with a cotton hoodie jacket and a denim skirt with white sneakers. She also wore a black baseball cap with a black face mask to cover her face.

Sage brought a black Benz to fetch Alex in her apartment this time.

Alex was shocked to see this car from him. It may not be as flashy as his Bugatti but this would surely attract attention.

"Sage, I thought we are going lowkey this time. Why did you bring this one?" She asked worriedly when she got inside.

"This is the simplest car I have in my collection," Sage replied shyly. "I think I should buy a more common one soon." He added as he started the engine.

"I think you should consider buying one so that you could move around the city without attracting too much attention," Alex suggested as she buckled up.

However, Alex found it odd that they had the entire cinema for themselves.

Sage then drove to Tempur Cinema in IPark Mall. It was a high-end cinema that offers premium beds to its viewers.

You can lie down comfortably while watching the movie with blankets and pillows, not to mention the free champagne and snacks for its customers, perfect for a date night. Each pair of beds provide enough privacy for a couple because the beds are positioned with enough distance towards each other.

"I thought this movie is a hit, but why are the spaces unoccupied? Is this movie really good?" She asked curiously as she followed Sage who took the center pair of seats.

"Let's just watch this movie to find out. Don't think about anything else." He then allowed Alex to take the bed beside him. He took the right while Alex occupied the left.

Unknown to Alex, Sage rented the entire cinema for themselves.

Then the lights went off to signal the start of the movie. After five minutes, Alex started moving restlessly as if trying to look for something.

Sage noticed her restlessness and asked, "What's wrong?" in his worried voice.

"I want to adjust my bed but I can't seem to find the remote." She continued to touch something in the compartment beside the bed.

Sage then leaned towards her side and checked where the remote is. He reached the mat of her bed and finally got what he was looking for. He pressed the bottom of the remote to adjust her bed.

"Tell me if you're comfortable already."

"Okay. That's enough. Thanks!" She uttered as she was finally in the position she was most comfortable with.

After a while, Sage noticed that Alex was rubbing her arms as if she wanted to keep herself warm. She was already covered with blankets but he could sense that she was still feeling cold.

"Hey, are you still cold? Do you want another blanket?"

"Yes, I did not think that it would be this cold because I thought we would blend in with the crowd. I did not expect that we'd be the only one watching." As she held her blanket tighter this time trying to wrap her entire body with it.

"Who said, you need to wear a skirt to a cinema when you know you easily get cold?" Sage replied sarcastically.

"Duh, no one informed me that we would have the entire aircon of the cinema to ourselves!" Alex rebutted with no intention of surrender.

"Fine, fine. It's all my fault." He surrendered then stood up and gathered two blankets from the next bed. He covered her with these additions and only then did Alex watch comfortably.

In the middle of the movie,

"Sage? Aren't you cold? You can share this blanket with me if you want, I don't mind." Alex offered while looking at the screen. She did this because she noticed Sage rubbing his palms trying to produce heat to warm himself up.

She then shared her blanket to his side and he obliged as he was too lazy to stand up to get another blanket on the next set of beds.

At first, they were just sharing the blanket but with a small distance under the sheets. All of a sudden, Sage extended his arms towards Alex's side and moved closer to her.

"What?" She asked while looking at the screen intently. She acted as if she was focused on the movie but her heart was pounding with his advances not to mention how close he is to her under the sheets.

"I'm still feeling cold," Sage said curtly while his eyes were glued to the screen.

"You want more blankets? There's still plenty at the back." Alex suggested.

"The movie is now intense to even blink."

"So?"

"Can I just hug you instead? ... just like old times." He pleaded to try his luck.

Alex was stunned. Her heart went crazy with the sudden boldness from him. Before she realized it, she already nodded her head in response.

He then smiled sweetly and hugged her tightly in his arms. Sage was in pure bliss when he was able to wrap her in his embrace.

They both enjoyed the movie now that they were already comfortable in each other's arms and sheathed in each other's warmth. It became their most comfortable position during the entire movie. They were enjoying each other's company as they both found peace and serenity in their position.

When the movie finally ended, no one dared to move for a while. They wanted the moment to last longer as if they wanted time to freeze that instant. But Sage after a long while broke the silence.

"Uhm, are you hungry? We could grab dinner before I send you home." He asked with a hoarse voice as he wanted to spend more time with her.

"Yes, I think dinner would be lovely," Alex replied quickly as she too wanted to spend more time with him.

When they were about to get out of the cinema, Sage ordered, "Hold my hand and follow my lead." They were then escorted by the manager to the VIP exit straight to their car.

When they got inside, Sage continued to hold Alex's hand while driving. He held her hand tightly while Alex allowed him to.

Sage then drove in the direction heading towards JW Marriot Hotel.

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myheartbeatskids · 5 years

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So Declan loved me and we talked about science and lab babies and clones and all that. So He told me he loved me because i was the first person to really really listen and understand as opposed to being the one to teach.

And so he had understood what he was taught then developed and built upon it correctly with help from his own brain and God. And del Muerte whom helped me understand as well cause that shit was mind blowing.

So he asked me to have his soul mate. To give birth to her.

And I was pretty much dragged out and Declan ran the show after that.

I agreed but it was more like a thing where i had to focus and talk instead of fainting.

So Matt actually helped to implant because I have an upturned uterious and so things like that are painful because of the rigidity and non flexible as i need materials used while Jeremiah comforted and helped me relax.

So then essentially i was kidnapped.

Declan is part clone and part Neanderthal.

Annabelle is part clone and part Neanderthal.

So some of us from Michael Jackson's boarding school --- although I wasn't i stayed there alot on my own. So i was part of it, unofficially as i am a civilian doing military shit now. --- have clones in a laboratory. But they are miniature human size as they are kept in barbie size containers.

Since Declan was a clone Jesse gave permission to make, they said i should use a clone.

It took 5 eggs until Declan approved the child that would be created in the embryo. Del Muerte communicated to us what God said.

Most males get their soul mates at age 7. Declan was only 2 years old. So God hadnt had enough experience to program or create his perfect soulmate.

So it just so happened it was 2 years of plus 5 embryos which makes the year 7 while added together.

So when Annabelle was born Declan came to get me and her but my now ex-husband got me all fucked up and i had amnesia and all that and i remember the power struggle type issues while signing the birth certificate which is why i get child support as my ex swore bla bla bla and signed papers to those statements but I was all "Dude while he's signing let's run!" Because he pissed me off during that time and i was all no hes wrong and all... But I guess I was scared of him or his aura csused me confusion or Idk. I remember feeling sick.

So craziness. We are 16 years late. And unfortunately yet fortunately a lot of research was done and i have a lot of government apology money coming my way. Which i don't have yet.... But soon.

This is Cambria AvaLynn named after Alexis Dejoria.

Because Matt's parents were into hiding, they named him after a mat. A common object so in case of ESP feom the people they hid from they would think "welcome mat" like welcome to travel with us son named Matt. Welcome to eat at the dining table, Matt. Well, come, Matt.

So came or come because i would always want to see Matt so I would say "You came!!!" When i saw him and hug him and he would say "welcome"

And Bria after me.

Turning the x into a v (for Victory) and Lynn as in the 80s most of my friends on the military base i lived on has Lynn as their middle names. So to remind me she is a friend.

She's my child that was ectopic due to the sponges Jamie & Doug Otis found and reminded us of. But we went to the hospital because i began to hemmoragge and they were able to save her and her twin.

Then my mom killed her and he died naturally as he was in ICU TO experiment on them being raised/healed as premies temporarily as one within an incubator and the other skin to skin contact. As woman need to be comforted more, we picked Ava to bring home.

They were the first experiment with soul mates being born as twins. Both clones of my and Jeremiah and his being Ava and my being the male Andrew.

Andrew after Jesse... "And he drew" cause he was always drawing beautifully.

And the other clones were of Jesse James and Alexis.

Alexis got kidnapped by her dad and so the story goes... I did too Eventually

Jeremiah's dad helped us as the grandparent in house.

This is Declan.

He told Jeremiah "I'm not the one sitting around waiting with a pouted lip waiting for someone to do it for me. Now i found the woman and go get my kid!!"

Dude WTF I'm not having someones kid... I'm only 21!!

"Now im the man around the house and what I say goes!!! And you are going to have my kid!!"

Dude whatever. So i did dream into the lab with them but... I thought we were just playing and so i agreed and so next thing i knew there was a frozen child ready to be implanted. Thus my ability to be kidnapped so easily...

Cause when a kid is all telling you about clones and labs and shit... And you're hearing voices... that shit is insane. Literally.

So i didn't take it seriously enough.

But Declan is only 19 Now. And my kid is 16.

So it's old enough to have a romantic relationship. To avoid issues i had as a child with social services.

The plan was to have them grow up as friends but also believed it may been too dangerous....

Yet I still don't agree that it was.

However for the last 10 year's I have been working daily for my amnesia to be solved and also saving the world (of NHRA especially) at the same time.

And have earned multiple Nobel Peace Prizes which i have yet to receive.

So working on law enforcement and the military and government, about to break into the public school system and tear that up ;) as a civilian has earned me billions of dollars i have yet to receive....

But i have given away as i can and have bought businesses that I want.

As proof that the government does care about all its people's hopes and dreams they have bought them on my behalf and am gsining bank! And i shop st my own businesses too... Ironically! I been shopping at Loves for nearly a year... went into Speedway a few times now i drive an extra 5 miles just to shop there because i like it more!!

Robert, the shift manager finally told me tonight as I bought all the GIANTS for my Giant 6'7" man. And i turned the ones in Valencia County to Speedway in honor of Aaron and Paul (twins) who wanted to show the dangers of meth and the meth community as they honored me with my idea of how to end Breaking Bad with the movie reel of El Camino (the mother road) of the manner of the psychological reality of life gone wrong.

I freak Robert out... He was worried when he saw me there that I was to audit like a monster, fire everyone and work the cash register and store myself.

So tonight he saw I bought milkshakes (not available at Love's) figured it out and gave me a pack of smokes for free and blurted out why.

So i took all the giants as i always do and fucked them all up and made them better.

So i own them till i make my money back on the businesses and then they get given to who I intended it for... As I do double check they will always be worthy... If not i keep them for me because I was being good snd honest and fair the whole time.

So 360° K i own.

So i only compete with Love's whom I always promised the King's Highway to... You know him... As an old time Western Thug bitch ass womanizer player. Motorcycle Guru. Hot Rod extraordinaire. Texas loving son of a gun. Jesse James Smith! Just kidding... Just regular old ole fogie mad scientist Jesse Gregory Smith. Of West Coast Choppers. Which i own and always have as i put up the money for his business intending to always be in his life and helping him. So my apology... The only one i can ever give as i can't predict the future without help is Love. And he loves everyone and won't let Google tell.

I bought every gas station in the country as we will be switching to electric and hydro electric and non fuel and solar and hybrid autos by 2030. So the previous owners have a nice retirement and no stress. As the storage oil facilities that were shot in Saudia Arabia were actually empty. I own them.

Fossil fuels are actually the blood of dinosaurs and other dead bodies that are converted and broken down and dehydrated by plant life...

I found that out by the eternal bushes burning.. I mean growing... here on the mountain. Tumble weeds otherwise known as thyme. And we found via satellite tons of skeletons by Earth xrays under the bushes and some not as they are closer to the Earth surface. I found a wooly mammoth knuckle bone.

We moved here in 2002 and there was a patch of earth that looked like concrete by the mail boxes and we just drove over them assuming that's what it was.

They were mummified wooly mammoths. Now broken up and scattered all over the desert road.

I would not like my blood which could potentially bring me back to life wasted on a car... For someone to get to a job they hate. So no more. Not from the USA anyways.

One night I was at dinner and i said Obama needs to handle thwt South Dakota pipeline. My dad was all what is he supposed to do? All simple solutions were crap and had an argument. I said "then lie! Tell the American people they are scum! Tell them we opened the pipeline up and the pipes broke and destroyed the precious land that needs to be protected." My dad laughed and i felt kinda stupid for being so angry.

But Uncle Donald heard my point and so thats exactly what he did. Fake news? Its real.

Because he saw the change I made in the NHRA with some lies that laid very close to the truth.

You don't need to believe in reincarnation for it to happen. I didn't until about 6 months ago. But my mom's mom and my great aunt my grandma's sister ... Granny Bessie Heltons 2 daughters did. My grandma explained it to me one night when I was 18 as i had asked my Great Aunt Nita i was closer to but she didn't explain she just said "because i do" And the dictionary explaination i already knew. But my grandma traveled with me like y'all know i do And showed me.

We started in Heaven with only having one human life and having the soul figure of a human that we select. Hers was a teenage body, absolutely beautiful. With her old ass mind and experience. I told her what I wanted was to be a child. A dirty raggedy haired barefoot blonde without a care in the world, feeling smarter than I feel now... Because that is when i was happiest. When i saw i could end pain and suffering with death, when i knew life could escape heart ache, even when evil exist.

And so now on her second cat life with me, as her first caused her kidnapping by the same drug induced psycho piece of shit that arrested and molested Jesse James dog, Coco and her untimely death as I did record in Tumblr. "Sister Kitty" was kidnapped by him, hes in a special jail. He just had his pinkie finger nail and big toe nail removed as he did kidnap Mogar and slice his face and slice Kizzys leg. So in order to understand what he did he agreed to similar punishment as he did to our precious cargo...

Cargo my bitches!

Jesse: No! I only ask!

Me: who do i have to convince?

Jesse: Idk Jeremiah?

Me: Ava who is your dad?

Ava: Idk I guess not Jeremiah?? IDK!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL!? you all always told me they are both my dad's. Let me ask God. Oh! Jesse! ..... And Jeremiah

Me: your dad is your dad and dad he will always be no matter shine or high water, love will always be there for you and for me. Alexis, do you know that one?

She nods all teary..

Jesse: well did i get loves?!

Me: uhh yes ass hole! We always love you back. What do you want with a gas station with no gas? That's like having a family with out us, most especially me!

Jesse: well it got gas now!!!

Me: well gas up at your local, bring a truck. I got a lot of stuff.

Declan: you hear her? Most especially me! Me! Well, me too, you better pick me up.

Me: Jesse... You ready for Orlando?? I got a Chase bank account with the Princess Castle on the debit card... Just needs a little cash in the account.

Jesse: You Mean You Will Pay!!!

Me: i see that was not a question so that does not deserve a response. But yes. I am suppose to have a wire transfer per last night's discussions that will pay for it.

Jesse: WHOA SHIT!

Me: Jeremiah you down?

Jeremiah: to pay Miss Giant Owner?

Me: uhh I'm Miss Speedyway now. No.. Carry me through times square after some Disney World Fun!

Jeremiah: FUCK YES!! uhh yes thank you for inviting me. I will go

Matt Hagan: look look at this. Im the best friend i even got her kid named after me

Me: Matt Hagan... Looks like you're invited, The Best Friend. In or out of Disney World for the hotel.

Matt: IN!!

Me: youre definitely going you know how to do it right! Pops... You gonna stay home alone with your woman?

Pops: not if i don't have to

M3: you don't

Pops: shit! Oh yeah!

Chuck: what about Cookie!!

Me: you and bring Your comrades I need to talk to

Chuckie: oh Cookies going!

Me: I didn't know he could do the Conga.

Jesse: yes you did!

Me: no wonder it looked familiar.

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theapostlesnigeria · 4 years

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HE WILL BOW IN FAITH WHEN HE SEES ME IN YOU

"Wives, in the same way be submissive to your husbands so that, if any of them do not believe the word, they may be won over without words by the behavior of their wives, when they see the purity and reverence of your lives." - 1 Peter 3:1-2.

The year was 1991 and the place was National Provident Fund's (Nigeria Social Insurance Trust Fund (NSITF)) Housing Complex, Satellite Town, Lagos State, Nigeria. I had just moved in there following my marriage. I was a Low Senior Staff in the Organization. I started a Bible Study Group in my Flat.

There was this sister, a believer, married to this terrible unbelieving Junior Staff. She ran to me to tell me that it was because of her the Lord had used me to established the Bible Study. She narrated the the domestic violence and neglect she and her kids had suffered at the hand of her husband. The husband would spend all his monthly salary in Hotels with prostitutes. Every day, he would return home around 12 midnight, drunk. Thereafter, quarreling and fighting would ensue as she would try to get some money for herself and children's feeding. She was a full-time house wife. She said this has been her lot for 12 years running. She had prayed and fasted over the issue, even with several Ministers, but to avail. Instead the situation had grown worse.

I was greatly heartbroken. And moved with compassion, I fixed a day of Fasting and Praying, a Prayer of Agreement, with her. She was on high spirit. Later that day, during my night devotion, God told me that I shouldn't fast and pray with her or for her. He said I should tell her to go and live out His Word in 1 Peter 3:1-6; She should live out Christ before her husband. As an obedient servant, I called and gave the sister the message. She was downcast. She asked me: "how exactly can I live out Christ before my husband? What am I supposed to do?". I told her that living out Christ is a different thing from engaging in Religious activities and Church Fellowships. I told her that living out Christ, in a nutshell, is to possess and manifest the Fruit of the Spirit in one's interactions with other people.

Still confused, she still wanted me to tell her specifically what to do. You see, she was confused because she had seen her church activities and fellowships as worshiping God and living out Christ. She had seen it as what God desires and what pleases Him. I then told her she should forthwith stop quarreling with her husband, especially when he returns from his night-outs. More than anything she may think she is achieveing by it, quarreling and nagging makes her husband loathes her deeply. It only rapidly destroys her marriage - "Better to live in a desert than with a quarrelsome and ill-tempered wife." - Proverbs 21:9,19. (See Proverbs 19:13; 21:9; 25:24). At about 12 midnight, when he normally returns home drunk, she should start boiling water. When he arrives home, she should mix the water and take it to the bathroom and ask him to go and bathe. I warned her she should tell him this with all the love, respect and care she could muster. She doubted if he would agree to bathe. "No one rejects love and respect", I answered. I then told her that when he has gone to bathe, she should put the garri and water on the table for him. When he finishes bathing, she should respectfully tell him to manage and drink the garri as it is the only food available in the house.

She excitedly ran to me the next day, telling me that her husband obediently took his bathe and drank the garri as directed. I told her that even if her husband still returned late drunk as usual, she must keep on repeating her act of love and submission to him. True to my word, her husband still returned home his usual time drunk on the second and third day. Then on the fourth day, for the first time in 12 years, her husband followed the organization's staff-bus home by 5:30pm, sober. She quickly attended to him with greater love and care. Days later the sister came with praises and thanksgivings but I stopped her on her track. I asked her whether I prayed over the issue with her. She answered no. I told her that all the thanksgivings and praises should go to God and to her. Her, for putting into practice the Word and Advice of God - 1 Peter 3:1-6. And to God, for honoring His Word and saving the husband and wife as promised.

Friend, there is nothing that disarms and breaks a man better than submission and love by his wife. Her husband later told her that he was stunned and humbled on that first day of her act of love and submission. Initially he thought he had wondered into another man's house. This was because he was expecting the usual quarreling and fighting, not the love and care he got. He said when it became clear he was in his house, he then pitched himself to make sure he was not dreaming. When he realized it was not a dream, he became powerless and humbled and gladly obeyed her. Then, when Month end came, for the first time in 12 years, her husband handed over his Pay Envelope unopened to her. He then asked her: "how do we spend it?" (In 1991 most Companies pay their staff in cash). Before I left the quarters, her husband had opened a shop for her in Agboju market, at Amowo Odofi, Lagos State.

Friend, the spiritual state of your husband is the truest measure of your own spiritual life. Your husband is still the way he is now because you have failed to show him Christ. Yes, you may have been showing him your church activities, not Christ. Unfortunately, no amount of prayer or religion, can change him. God has given you the power to change your husband and that's found only in your living a godly life before him. Mark the word, "before him", and not before your Pastor or Religious Leaders. Don't quote Bible to him, live it out before him. Don't preach sermon to him, live it out before him. Don't even pray to God to change him, but live out His Word in 1 Peter 3:1-2 before your man. No matter how - evil, amoral, wicked and heartless, strong-willed and atheist - your husband may be, he can never ignore the glow of Christ you show him; he can never withstand the Word of God you daily read to him through your godly obedient life. I know Satan might give you an excuse to justify your failure. But I want you to know this: God can't lie; His Word can't fail; and He can't get it wrong as promised you in 1 Peter 3:1-6. He has vowed to bring your husband to the Faith and Love in Christ if you can dare manifest the Fruit of the Spirit in your daily life in your home. Live out the Fruit of the Spirit before your husband and see if he will still remain that sinner he is. For the avoidance of doubt and misunderstanding, let me explained what each Fruit of the Spirit meant:

* GOODNESS - Life of moral excellence.

* KNOWLEDGE - The understanding and obedience that comes out of knowing God's words.

* SELF-CONTROL - The ability to bring your actions and feelings under control. Most of the sins we credit to Satan are simply the product of our lack of self-control.

* PERSEVERANCE - The ability to continuing in your actions and beliefs in spite of problems and oppositions that would want you to give up. Many are defeated by their lack of perseverance, not by Satan.

* KINDNESS - The attitude of being friendly to all, including to those that call themselves your enemies.

* COMPASSION - Feeling the sufferings and pains of others, which drives you into giving help.

* MERCY - Showing forgiveness and kindness to others, especially to those who don't deserve it.

* PATIENCE - The ability of putting up with problems or pains without complaining or getting angry.

* HUMILITY - The humbling and lowering of the mind into showing a modest opinion of self: never proud, never exalting self.

* FAITHFULNESS - Being loyal and trustworthy.

* GENTLENESS - Being mild, quiet and careful. Not rough, violent or severe.

* JOY - A deep sense of pleasure. Great gladness, happiness and satisfaction.

* PEACE - A confident rest, quietness and calmness in the face of all circumstances. A state devoid of all shades of fear.

* GODLINESS - The quality of being godly, that is to say, obeying and respecting God. Being like God in character.

* LOVE - Affectionate and tender devotion to others, leading to doing to them what you would have them do to you. In a nutshell, Love is the Mixer, the Engine, that mixes and bind all the other divine qualities of Christ in a Believer together to produce the Christ-like Believer, recreated and transformed to the very Image and Likeness of God. "And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity." - Colossians 3:14.

GOD BLESS YOU - BRO KINGDOM EGEJURU

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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If i had to pick an American Cookie that can be bought in the store today, hands down it would be this one.

Living in New Mexico for 20 years, i rarely see a black person. I can go 785 days without seeing an African American. Because i have.

So, it's shocking to go to Arkansas or even Oklahoma and see large groups of Black People and i stare. I don't forget they exist due to the internet.. But I never see them so it's like visiting Mount Rushmore or the Grand Canyon. Its this natural amazing marvel. And I just stare usually with my jaw dropped like some social retard. Which I'm not typically. And Hey -- I'm not the only New Mexican that does that shit. We simply have a serious minority of African Americans here. I understand places like Mississippi don't think they're a minority. But if i can leave my house every day and not see a African American, then you're a minority. Just as in higher areas of African American Domination, i like to call it, there isn't many Latina or Hispanic or Mexicans as there are here. In Mississippi, they're a minority and here they're all "bitch we rule this shit! We own New Mexico!"

So due to actual minority being true of African Americans (in the 90s i picked it because it was always claimed officially so I just accepted as NYC is a huge vast mix of all kinds of culture. I figured they actually went out and counted them. But i wanted to explain to those whom don't travel and don't experience life in other places in the United States.

So in the 90s the Harringtons and I and as he preferred to be called, Captain Negro, his super hero name. Captain Negro del ela Ponte if you wanted to get legal about it. Decided to pick an "American Cookie" we could easily purchase for Sunday nights. And of course it had to be absolutely perfect.

"Taste Great but Look the Part as Touched by a negros heart and soul" said Captain Negroponte as I called him or Captain Negro Party or Captain Negro Parte especially when i didn't know how to explain something.

I tell you. I've always been smart. Miss Leena always hides and plays dumb and just tells history. But to compare and contrast and make analogies i truly learned from this man whom was my English Compilation Teacher, a True Super Hero.

For the cookie experiment. I talked to Miss Leena but she wouldn't explain. She just gave me the type of cookie and told me I would know what to do.

William Harrington said, "I dont know to me a cookie is just a cookie and my wife makes them great!"

And Willingima. we called her, Harrington, at the (jokingly) threat of our own lives said she did not know either she just had to bake she had said as when quietly embroidered under the table a gift for the Captain Hero's family.

So he came over and we told him and his eyes lit up and he was bouncing around with excitement at the table. "So the cookies are.... But I sure don't know how to explain anything but the chocolate"

"Okay explain me"

I did

"And these are just regular old fashioned chocolate chip, not chocolate on chocolate dough or white chocolate chip?"

"I could ask miss leena but im sure it's the old fashioned."

"Lets call her"

She said that the Chocolate dough (black/dark brown dough) with white chocolate chips would be An African cookie -- for their culture here in America and in actually Africa.

So we were all at the phone all listening in, the phone turned all the way up. Now this is the 90s wall phone no speaker phone ability.

So Captain Negroponte told me back at the table, "so you know the old fashioned. Idk why she wouldn't explain the chocolate on chocolate because of the two different browns. But you know I'll stay out of it. I think i do know the sugar but let me just check. What did she say on the phone to you when she called?"

"Well she called just out of the blue. Asked for Sabrina and i thought she was asleep and so i said she was as she hadn't came down (stairs -- our bedrooms were up and i was just living there For the summer or however long until i had to go back to work into the city i moved out October 9, 1991 due to riots in Brooklyn because i had to go help as i spoke about this last week. Officially moved in July 4th of the same year) and she said and i quote "well just tell sabrina this, that i called and she needs to do a cookie experiment. A white old fashioned cookie of chocolate chip flavor and a sugar cookie. She should know what to do with all of your help" she sounded old and she said her husband wasn't home and she was just resting. So i said "well ill let you go" and she said no and wanted to know all about our enterprise feeding the Street neighborhood kids and asked about money and she said "well Sabrina can help" do you -- do you have money? I sure am tired of eating hot dogs myself. This is getting expensive! I mean for us"

I replied "i do have some... Ill talk to Steve to see what we should do and how much and the best way to go about this"

"No now you seem nervous and she said you have a lot"

"Billions" she said the same time I said "millions"

"And you said some.. You said what? What you got now hon?"

"You said I'm a billionaire and i wouldn't ever lie to anyone but Steve explained to me, hes my lawyer, he said that i needed not to explain how rich i am but if someone needed money I'm to say i only have one million dollars and that is it. And i said "but that is a lie!" And he said "but no it is not not when I'm not allowing you to give out more than thousands without my approval" and i was mad!!! But in the end i saw what Steve said i should see. Its dangerous to advertise how rich i am"

"Bull shit! We probably have the richest girl in the world here sitting at our table and im telling her to penny pinch! Babe! We're having steaks next week! Put that on the list!"

"I'll pay you guys all back!"

"No!" "No!" "No!"

"No. Yes i mean i know you all did it from the goodness of your hearts but you shouldn't suffer. And i didn't realize that you were. I mean i thought you just wanted to eat hot dogs. I didn't know there was any difference"

"Blah!"

"So what I'll do. Because Steve said I'm allowed up to thousands and you're still in hundreds last i checked. $991 for the last three weeks for the entire house budget. So I'll at least double that and give Captain Nero the same. For the time y'all have spent working and then what i meant i would have to talk to Steve is that I would have to design a plan for the future. What he's talked about is supplying a credit card with a limit capable of exceeding the design purchases. So like if you need $900,000 a month then the credit card would allow $1 million. That's what hes explained to me. Then he would supply 12 blank checks for the year then all you would do is call the number on the back of the card once monthly to find out the balance and get the address, write the check and then mail it to the credit card company. Easy as that. He would get the bills to look over to see you're not scamming me. Then he can stop payment on the rest of the checks if you are and cancel the card. That goes for everyone. So for this i think that is what he would pick. It sounds simple. Of course, I don't pay bills or anything like that. Steve always handles it for me. But I'll still have to talk to Steve to get that program under way. And I'll make sure he pays you and you and of course you for past supplies and your time"

So they agreed to the extra payment but wanted to do work free. Mrs Harrington got $15 per day for taking care of me. And still does although she doesn't take care of me anymore, her influence still lives within me and is what made me who I truly am today.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't ever asked criminals how they wanted their ending to be. I would have ripped them off the streets and tortured them one by one ripping off pieces of their body while injected with a chemical that made them highly alert and aware of what was happening. For 6 years and 600 days. Them never knowing when it would be the day to lose something they deemed important.

Instead of dungeons and torture chambers, they have a chance at luxury and happiness.

Those asking for death instead have a right to live in peace and make their amends and do as they need. The miserable are killed first to stop their pain and suffering. 72 wanted vacation before. They got that.

If it wasn't for the Harringtons and Captain Negro, never would that occurred.

They saved a wretch like me and in turn, I saved those worst than me. As Jesus would. She taught me all about the belief of Jesus and who they believed he was

Over Captain Harrington's right shoulder was a cross with me looking down or asleep. They eyes were closed. I felt it was the most accurate representation of me. It even had lumps on it's chest. And I always felt so much responsibility. She believed the Unorthodox Jewish ways with a Catholic overcoat. She was non-religious before marriage so she had a mix of views and dabble in all spirits of religion. Also, the occult.

So when her cheeks were pink and her bright blue eyes lit up, and she told me about Jesus. I always prayed to the Lord in Hevaen that I would live up to her expectations.

And often I would look at that cross and feel the thorns cutting into my forehead. "I hope we can do it. Change the world as expected" I would say.

There were times i would take it off the wall "i feel Jesus should watch some T.V., too" i didn't want to say who i was. Mrs Harrington thought i felt that crown of thorns because Jesus was telling me that i knew things and i should act. Of course I didn't really know who I was, either, at first. Mommy thought it was too much but Daddy told me and said I should keep it secret. But I could tell who or what I want. So I decided to honor mommy and not say. But incorporate Jesus since he was such a big part of Catholicism and decor in the house, daddy said that would make Jesus alive in the house and keep my secret. But allow my full powers to bloom.

And it worked.

So Captain Negroponte said that day that he kept getting questions from one particular kid as tall as me about White Supremacy and how his family taught him that all white people were bad and "only play with nigger kids" so he was certain he knew how to explain the white sugar cookie as long as i could do "the chocolate chip without fail then it would all be good and life would be perfect for this particular child"

"I can. I know just what to do. It will be perfect"

"Okay don't tell me. I dont want to hear until that day"

So he left with a bounce and his eyes glittery. His soul full of tears for this young man, looking back where he left all his hope and faith, walked down the short dark hall and into the sunlight of a cool brisk Saturday afternoon.

"Hey now i might need some help. I know i need to show the white dough and then how it tans when baked. I got that talking to her on the phone"

"Well she didn't say --"

"She said Bake. And i was transformed back into her kitchen and had a white plastic bowl which i put into the oven -- it was empty and out it came a clay not crystal like ours but ceramic Brown bowl with the white inside. So i know what to say about White people tanning to make 2 races so we all have to support the black"

"You you get!! So not all white people are the same!!! Good good!!"

"Shew! Thank you! So I was at the kitchen in the sink.. I mean -- i said that backwards -- so anyway I'm in the kitchen and i see the silver sink and the bowl appears before my eyes and suddenly im holding it in my hands and i went to hand the phone to you as i tried to hand the bowl to her in my standing hands and she didn't sound old like she did in the phone, she sounded very young and sing song. And she said "no the children" so what we have to do is give the bowl to each of the children and let them mix it themselves. That will help white supremacy in however that means. So then the black kids all add the chocolate chips. And then when we bake. That will represent the Muslims that i used to help when in was younger and who framed me to be as i am today. But the kids don't all know that so it will represent all the darker but lighter skin than black you know like Puerto Riccans and Vietnamese and Chinese and all those sorts of people and how the African Americans have inserted their "language" into us to make the world such an amazing place. Without them we wouldn't be the cookie we are today here in 1991. Isn't that right, Jesus?"

"Oh don't look at him so harsh. What do you need me to do?"

"Bake the cookies. At the start we will mix then he will tell a story then we will do the baking. We can do two days in a row or we can help you here in the kitchen. Megan and i can take turns like we always do and so if we wanted to spread the word for two weeks since its getting so cold, we can start in the afternoon instead of dusk. And do the two different cookies the same time -- No i mean in the ssme day"

"Okay that could work. We will just let Captain Nero know and I'm sure he could come up with two great stories to pass the time. And you will pay?"

"Oh yes. Yes of course. And when I talk to Steve I'll ensure Miss Harriet Tubman is getting her cut although she always paid on her own and said she was on solid woman and could make it doing all she pleased, her husband is still working. But he's a police sergeant so I know its not for money. But she could buy her something nice with his pension."

"Pension?"

"Oh he has two. He works a lot. One thinks she's like 80 and the other 102 or 103 i think it is. So one will be cut surely i assume. She said she doesn't think she can make it to 120 without them getting onto her"

"And his paycheck?"

"Oh he donates it to science. They own their own trailer and car and BBQ"

"BBQ?"

"BBQ Grill. Of course though if i gave her money she would probably just clothes the whole entire neighborhood. I'll ask Steve if thats what she wants or that i could do. She said that was the only thing she had left in life to apply for. I guess she always knew i had money thats why she gave me the evil eye. She always provides them gloves in the winter -- except she buys them in the summer when they're cheaper and puts them in a box to save them till it gets cold again. I tell you. She is smart. So about these sugar cookies. I sure hope it works. It seems the opposite of what we set out to do. All white with beautiful crystals on top. She said to make them look so worthwhile and be as perfect as possible..."

So while the White Supremacist cookie is after all just a cookie that we used to explain to a child that was deeply courageous to learn more and actually educated his parents and they hugged me with forgiveness, myself being white.

I have explained the example. And to further educate, the Sugar Cookie in all other reality when not used for a demonstrations, is just a cookie we bake when we have no other additives.

But as Captain Negro (you may call him Captain Nero as Mrs Harrington would as she refused to "see" any color other than the colors of the rainbow") explained we should always try to find something good to add to something that is empty of extras. Be it fruit from like the Garden of Eden or be it nuts or seeds like Big Bird from Sesame Street, prefers, we should always fill our life and our cookies with as much goodness as possible. But some days, he said, some days its okay to have just a plain ole bit of sugar. As long as it's full of love and not hate.

So please do enjoy your plain white sugar cookies that are made with love. Black Panthers nor "all" white people do not encourage prejudice -- even if it's just against a cookie.

God bless us.

So we picked for our "American Cookie" the cookie below: because of the way it looks and the way it tastes. I encourage you to buy some today. As you can see the chocolate chips are hidden just as African American Heritage is hidden. And when we take a bite a beautiful explosion of chocolate erupts and elivenes our spirits.

And to top the cookie off, all of this occurs inside. Hidden away. Just like our souls are.

Thank you for listening. If these people could touch you just one percent how much they changed my life and gave me love and education and pride and so much faith in other people. Then you will be so better off

I hope you allow them to touch your souls.

Now here is the cookie you all have been waiting for:

We would laugh. And call it the "Soft Bitch" we may be going hard and fighting loud but we always have time for a tear, a hand to hold, a face to hug.

Because this is The United States of America. And she ain't all that bad. Not her citizens. Her government. Yes. But her citizens are blessed by her rich history of which she had no control over.

The American Cookie. A brown cookie, like a white person tans with perfect pieces of Black African American heart and soul baked in. Cookies of the United States of America. I always called them "American Cookies" We even had kids sit and mix up chocolate chip dough from scratch, each child getting to mix and have an ingredient added while they mixed. They all got to see the raw dough was White. Then They were baked with love by Momma Harrington and they came out tan. Like white people do in the sun. So they could see for certain how the African American were and are in the souls and minds of white people. And how without the African American pieces of love they were not complete. To prove this we made cookies without the chips and they were bland. "But What about White Supremacy? Because that was just America without us. But What about how they think?" I was asked. "I guess we could try Sugar Cookies then and see what happens. So we made beautiful sugar cookies with sugar crystals on top. Thank God our Black Panther Leader knew the words because i was at a loss.

"We all mixed and made those cookies. We saw what was in them! Sugar! We made them appeasing to the eye and different looking and more special looking than an old Chocolate Chip with those crystals. But those crystals?!? They ain't nothing. We got them in chocolate chip and that is all they put in the White Mass cookies. Then we sprinkled a little on top to make them look clean and beautiful like a real treasure. But the Treasure is Truth!!! They're missing the real thing! Sure they look beautiful especially in the sun, the crystals reflecting the lights all over but those crystals are Blinding us to the Truth!!! They are all a fraud!! But go ahead, eat them. I would too. White supremacist and all. Now let's growl!!"

Reminder Established in 1991:

Miss Leena has a different fund called ""Harriet Tubman's Self Worth Working Still Today" and she has 778 users of my funds whom also feed the people of their neighborhood and streets. They do collard greens, steak and potatoes soup daily. Saturday and Sunday add hot dogs and Sunday Morning they do their African American Heritage Stories. Of course 68% are certified Black Panthers as well but no one has to pledge to an organization to feed children with love m they just follow their hearts.

The account labeled "Black Panther Food Allocation - For the Street Kids" 962 people across the globe do this on their personal streets nightly. Feed kids collard greens, hot dogs and/or hamburgers (with cheese and iceberg lettuce, tomato, onions, relish and so on). And on Sundays tell the stories of Black American Leaders that intended to destroy prejudice and mistreatment and succeeded and the listeners all get cookies.

Of course I bought the secret Cookie to represent our Nation. The United States of America.

The United States was founded officially on July 4, 1776.

Due to this i requested our policy be to employ no more than 77% of African American and no less than 76% the remaining percent be of at least 4 different shades of white.

We start at $18 per hour as that is the adult age in the USA to represent freedom. We employ 2020 in each factory setting arena.

Then we changed the recipe, to take out the lumps. To promise a better and smoother future for all.

The Original cookie to represent the past is gone is pictured on the box as well as an elf. It is not misrepresentation of what is inside, unless you expected to find an elf as well. In no way is there any identifying words that says that is the what the cookie looks like inside. But it is the Original cookie artwork packaging as i bought it in 1991.

We have been sued over the artwork not representing the contents. Once i sued myself and won. I got good game. Y'all. Persuaded everyone to see it my way! It was a mock trial. And so it was to prepare for a real trial which did occur and we did win. We simply told the truth of our packaging and said we were not ready to reveal it. It was 2007 and we hadn't done a full reveal since 1991 and so why not leave us alone as we couldn't promise the change?!?!

We did word of mouth and some soft T.V. programming to indicate it. But never The full storey as I have today in pulic.

So again here is the Original cookie it did actually look like but did crumble more -- we kept that chocolate chip explosion. But bake them twice to have an outer coating of smoothness.

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tamiddyinyourcity · 4 years

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1:57am.

Alexa, play My Smile is Extinct by Kane Strang. I love that damn song.

"She met another boy, another pretty boyyyy".

Thursday, April 16th of 2020.

Much to note, or?

Recalling my ex Zack #1. All of his antics, for nothing. He just wanted to have me as a trophy girlfriend.... so disgusting.

But I got the last laugh, since oh look, I ended up leaving high school, with a life of my own and getting my heart broken by people who were at least decent enough to be seen as a valid heartbreak. And him, after several years without change, literally kept blowing up my phone with "cutieeeee 😘😘 whered you gooooooo"...... and asking for the chance to eat my ass, without a guarantee of me reciprocating whatsoever. (Grown ass man...... sad as hell.)

Talked to Rowan. Not much to say, really, or not much I feel like saying, I guess. Nigga was asked to do the simple act of straight up telling me he had no feelings for me whatsoever, (hes a nice dude but the blunt reality would have at least gave me the peace to cry it out, sleep it off, then wake up feeling fine....)

He beat around the bush again. Yep. And he did that thing where he pushed his hair back, as he beat around the bush, so my clit got hard, which is not something I like when thinking, "I need him to do it to make me fuck off with the romantic thoughts."

Long story short, I got in my feelings again. Checked this nigga twitter, and he deadass screenshotted the video call, cropped me out the photo, then posted it to his page, captioned "who want me".

Yeah aight, no more men for the rest of 2020. Not like I've got an option due to the virus, but no more calling white men that are 6 ft tall with nice hands attractive anymore. They get too cocky, or full of themselves.

No more hyping dudes up. Ladies, curbstomp their feelings down the drain, light empathy for men on fire.

I think someone in the future is gonna look at my page and go, "heterosexual relationships look evil".... they are, never get in one.

Not gonna lie, not hella fun to look at a dude during a video call and think, "I wanna make out with him", and knowing he's not feeling the same way about you.

And his reasoning is different every time, but never a very solid one. Its one second "i dont want to feel guilty every day", (since the girl i mentioned before who was in a similar position as me, woke him up every day with something new to be mad about.... ironic how i wanted to leave the friendship the second i saw myself starting to think that way,) to "well the only reason i wouldn't date you is because" and he'd say something about distance, then follow it up with a "well no maybe-", or then mention his past fears of abandonment and whatnot. Or ruining our friendship with sex. (Its sympathizable, but like, to an extent i feel off about it.)

And he mentioned his disability as well, and.... yeah, alright. I get it, it just doesnt make it really suck less.

Anyway, here's some Joji.

Thoughts:

I like him. But I don't know. During the call, I did ask if he had anything he wanted to know about me. I'm aware that I occasionally ask so many questions to the point of a person using me as a vent tool, but.... jesus. The silence......... kinda sucked. I'm too much of a dope person to have someone ever want to STOP learning about my gahdamned life. Fuck no, my dude.

The picture thing helped remove any lingering infatuation or sex appeal to him. Sure man, just post a screenshot of yourself in the middle of a.... just, gosh.

Just gee, ironically when I need a dude to just straight up word for word say "I will never have any romantic feelings for you", or "We will never ever date", like a reverse Beetlejuice situation.... couldn't just do it.

I better just stop typing about it. We all know what comes next.

I see why I prefer to trust my instincts. They like the validation, not me.

And they don't have the guts to either solidify an ending romantically, nor give potential to the idea of more.

I can't stand a person like that. Wanting me, but lacking the actual commitment or actual experience of affection for me at all.

I'm honestly so annoyed.

Gonna spend tomorrow listening to my hyper specific playlists again.

2:34am. Trauma sucks, men are fools, and I still like them even despite the signs, which makes me the same fool as well. Peace yalls.

#SoundCloud

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hoaryoldbitch · 7 years

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I don't know how anyone could watch 7.04 and not even slightly question whether what D/any did was okay on that battlefield or not. They purposefully showed Lannister men screaming in agony as they helplessly ran to the lake, their skin melting, the sky filled with black smoke and the ground on fire. Then they showed her riding her Dragon looking almost thrilled by it. Regardless of your opinions regarding this kind of warfare, that was not meant to be brushed off as a badass victory.

I don’t get it either, Anon. Say what you want, but what D@ny did was far from okay. It was utterly horrifying to watch.

At this point there is no denying it anymore. 7x04 showed us the dark!D@ny that was promised.

And I’m convinced we are supposed to see it that way. The show already started laying out the groundwork for it in episode 1.

The rest of my answer is under the cut, because it’s quite long.

I’m not the first to point it out, but after the Field of Fire 2.0, we can finally fully understand the scene with Arya and Ed Sheeran in 7x01. This scene was meant to humanize the Lannister soldiers, to show us that they’re not all monsters. Most of them are ordinary people, with ordinary lives and dreams, who just want to live their lives in peace, but can’t because they’re caught up in the high lords’ game of thrones.

Secondly, we get Dickon Tarly being disillusioned and disgusted by the truth of war. He’s discovered that dulce et decorum est pro patria mori is a lie.

Thirdly, the battle scene *cough* massacre *cough* was mostly filmed from Bronn and Jaime’s POV. This tells us they’re the ones we’re supposed to sympathize with.

We also get Tyrion overlooking the Field of Fire 2.0, and we see he’s torn, confused and horrified by the carnage he’s witnessing and the fact that his brother is down there only makes things worse for him.

There are also two similarities which struck me as odd. Again, I’m not the first to notice, but this scene was highly reminiscent of both Hardhome and the Battle of the Bastards.

Like Jon Snow in those two situations, Jaime Lannister is facing the worst odds possible when he and the Tarlys are ambushed by the Dothraki. Unlike Sansa in the Battle of the Bastards, Jaime’s sister-wife Cersei doesn’t come to his aid with the help of an unlikely ally. And even if she had, there’s nothing she could have done once D@ny joined the fray on dragonback.

The Lannisters and Tarlys are utterly defenseless against Drogon, just like Jon and the Wildlings were at Hardhome against the White Walkers.

There were more Hardhome parallels: Bronn trying to reach the scorpion mimicked Jon and the Magnar of Thenn going back for the dragonglass.

Drogon not being affected by being shot at with arrows and burning the soldier mimicked the White Walker killing the Magnar, because normal weapons can’t affect him.

Both of these scenes are followed up by more succesful attempts: Jon killing a White Walker using his Valyrian steel sword and Bronn wounding Drogon. In neither case however this brings them any closer to victory.

The Battle of the Bastards parallels are even more striking. First of all take a look at this GIF set.

1. Did you think Jaime accidentally calling Dickon Rickon twice over the course of two episodes was nothing more than a lame joke? Well, think again. Dickon is a stupid name, but that Rickon mix-up was deliberate.

2. When Bronn reminds Jaime: “You’re the commander, you’re not a damned infantry man!” it almost sounds as if he’s criticizing Jon’s actions during BotB. Jon is brave and honourable and leads through example, but him blindly charging at the enemy was a tactical disaster. Bronn has a keen military mind, so he tells Jaime not to make a similar mistake, which he ends up doing anyway.

3. Another visual parallel: the shield wall

4. Jaime being saved by Dickon when he’s fighting the Dothraki with the two arakhs parallels Jon being saved by Tormund when he’s on the ground trying to fight off a Bolton soldier.

5. Bronn’s horse’s leg being cut off mimicks Jon’s horse stumbling after it’s hit by arrows. Both men fall off their horse.

6. Cue dramatic music playing when all seems lost for Jon/Jaime. Music is the most powerful of art forms. Why are we supposed to feel for Jaime and the Lannisters? Aren’t they the bad guys here? The answer is: no, because Game of Thrones has never been about the good guys versus the bad guys. If you think about it, even Jon won the Battle of the Bastards because he got help from a bad guy. (By which I’m not trying to diminish Sansa’s role in that, by the way).

7. When we see Tyrion watching Jaime decide to charge at D@ny and Drogon, this immediately reminded me of Tormund watching Jon after Rickon is killed. Just like Tormund whispers “Don’t”, Tyrion mutters: “Flee you idiot… You fucking idiot”. And of course, both Jaime and Jon ignore common sense and make an impulsive and emotional decision.

I’ve seen people wondering how some of us can condemn D@ny’s actions so harshly and how we can sympathize with the Lannisters. The answer is simple: it’s because D@ny’s actions were horrifying and because the Field of Fire 2.0 was deliberately filmed to make us sympathize with the Lannisters.

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