#and he’s in charge of that maddness
Note
4 + 5 + 8 + 40 + 34 and I) G) F) for Cyrus Becker my beloved 🧡
afternoon idle!! oh my god questions galore *cracks knuckles* cyrus get your ass over here youre up
4. How easy is it to earn their trust?
Very difficult, and at the same time easier than youd think. he definitely doesnt entertain everybody, but hes not unreasonable. hell hear you out if you give him enough reason to (or if he thinks its beneficial to get to know you. do you see why he gets attached to people hes supposed to be manipulating so often). ortega and mortum required him to establish a relationship, which is how they got so close to eachother so quickly. herald got by because cyrus thought hed be a useful contact in the rangers. chen couldve earned his trust a long time ago, they had to work with eachother a lot back when he still ran with the rangers, but chen squandered it on his suspicions and its been too long for cyrus to have any interest in patching up their relationship. argent has largely flown under his radar, she hasnt piqued his interest more than the passing curiosity of why she wanted the regenerator.
5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?
the default is mistrust. sorry yall, hes not taking any more chances than necessary. hes a telepath, he knows all too well what secrets other people hide, and hes not interested in giving people a chance to prove his suspicions wrong. but after hes grown to trust somebody? its... embarrassing how difficult it is to lose it. even though his trust is much shakier nowadays, you still need to have fucked up Majorly to get him back to mistrusting you. if you somehow manage to do that,,, uhhhh. what do you want on your tombstone? (ig its technically its possible to not die and even earn that trust back??? ortega managed, but thats ortega and hes statistically more likely to kill you or ruin your life. depends on how badly you fucked up. id say theres a good 5% chance youll survive the experience without the need for intense psychotherapy)
8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child
listen. follow orders. be exactly who we need you to be. cyrus was a deeply rebellious regene, but he wasnt stupid about it. hed go against the mission in secret, and just enough that nobody wouldve been able to trace any problems back to him. that doesnt mean he was never caught, but he was too competent of a regene to be scrapped, which saved him multiple times before. those few times did cause handlers to keep a closer eye on him though, just in case. handlers would usually keep a harder grip on cyrus, hold him to stricter standards. it contributed a lot to his own self talk. SPEAKING OF WHICH:
40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?
you must imagine me holding him and looking lovingly into his eyes while i dump a gallon of insecurity and perfectionism on him. hes a proud man, he thinks hes better than what other people are capable of, but that arguably makes things worse when he does make a mistake. he of all people shouldnt be like this. add the puppetmaster scar on him and its a hefty load of 'i need to make sure every single step of my plan goes exactly right Or Else." the worst thing about him is that a lot of the petty flaws he thinks apply to him arent correct. AND HE CANT EVEN NAME HIS ACTUAL FLAWS. cyrus you are so smart and walking around with zero self awareness, its the best. please consider stepping into acid.
34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?
hohohohoho. well. the first step is to get him to feel guilty in the first place. traditionally immoral actions arent going to get to him, obviously. the thing that springs up guilt for him most often is themmys death. he has. a Lot of survivors guilt about that. especially because hes convinced himself he couldve done something and *gestures to the ask above*. guilt will haunt him for life if it doesnt get resolved in a healthy way, but hes gotten good at burying his emotions a long time ago. even when he feels like that, he reserves a specific time to think about it, otherwise itll impede on his plans in the long run. that designated time is. usually when hes supposed to be sleeping. his sleep schedule is just a little bit messed.
I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?
oh dude i Love putting cyrus in aus. its so fun to poke him with a stick and see what happens. the first one i put him in was a band au, it helped me figure out how he would interact with herald. basically cyrus was a masked guitarist (for backstory reasons) for a band daniel happened to be a fan of, except the two of them managed to meet at just regular old work, with cyrus not realizing daniel was a fan and daniel not realizing cyrus was from one of his favourite bands. it led to fun, mlb-esque shenanigans between the two lmfao. the second one i put him in was the becker siblings au, which i still have thoughts and emotionsTM about. that au let me indulge in the 'cyrus is an older sibling' headcanon and i will forever be in debt to it for the amount of protective cyrus i got. third and current au im obsessing over is a 'cyrus survives hb' scenario, where ortega managed to stop him before he jumped out the window. i am getting! so much ortega x cyrus content out of that au! and so much survivors guilt cyrus. cyrus 'using' ortega to forget about heartbreak my beloveddddd. he also says 'i love you' to ortega in this au and canon ortega is SO jealous. also x2, hes an alcohol vice step in this au. heartbreak hit hard and the tequila hits different.
aaaand i still like his canon version better. its just so very much him. out of every step ive got, hes the one i get to stay closest to how i envision based on the choices the game offers. plus he caught me completely by surprise suckerpunching me with an obsession over him and i cant Not respect that.
G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?
not sure whether this means on a character creation level or as a person, but ill answer for 'as a person' because im overall pretty satisfied with how he turned out! but like. god what is there to not be bothered about. my manipulative little shit of a son. ig the trait that frustrates me the most is his self destructive tendencies. like. Sir. are you at all aware of the fact that people care for you and want you safe? and that you can respond to that concern with something other than "i can use this", "sucks to be them", or, "no theyre not"? sir. sir answer the question. hes so empathetic and also literally a telepath but somehow cant compute genuine concern at him. as frustrating as it is though, i cannot deny that it is deeply funny to watch him fumble so badly.
F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?
normal. the ones where people look at me and think "wow, that is a person who is having (a) regular thought(s) about their character! very cool!" you will never see a person who is more normal about their guy than i am (i am grabbing him by the teeth and shaking him like a dog with a very strong kill instinct).
truly though, thinking of him gets me buzzing. hes like a puzzle, i keep breaking him apart and putting him back together again to see how everything works. i have this thing where ill often think about showing character analysis to the characters themeselves, just to see how they would react, and i undeniably do this the most with cyrus. i want to explain step by step (hah) why he is the way that he is now, like the whole timeline is plotted inside my head and its so!!!!! i am!!!!! chewing on him!!!!!
questions from here!
#herald is a lucky bastard#he messed up twice in a row (asking cyrus about his sidestep days+picking him up without consent) but asking for help training saved him#cyrus was straight up being sadistic about it he just wanted to fw herald after those two times and saw training as an opportunity#it wasnt supposed to lead somewhere#anathema vision wouldve fucked him and his guilty ass Up. good thing cyrus is a bastard and abandoned argentine before they crashed 🫶#and because i have an excuse to talk about them again heres some things that ive been thinking about lately:#1. it is So fucking funny to me that all three of them are trans afabs in some way#scientists at the farm in charge of the becker sibling batch: wow look at these three new girl regenes!#cyrus (trans man)/fawn (nb)/river (trans man): . well-#2. brother-madds buckley. just the whole thing. im going to start screaming and punching the floor here#3. WHO WAS THE HG SIBLING THE ORTEGAS SAW IN THE PHOTO. was it just somebody that looked enough like the three to assume it was a sibling#or did it happen to look exactly like one of the siblings. or did they find three photos with siblings that looked like each? I NEED ANSWER#cyrus' is very emotionally intelligent towards everybody but himself#when it comes to himself hes wearing a blindfold and earplugs and pretending nothings wrong#the whole time i was answering that last ask i was thinking about my post talking about how many posts of his were in my queue#god bless that man he never leaves my brain#thank you again for the ask idle :DD#cyrus becker#sidestep#fhr#pulp answers#ask game
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Yandere! Five Hargreeves x Reader (general)
Authors note: character is aged up. He may be mentally older but he’s still in a child’s body. So I’m more talking about an au where he didn’t get lost in time and is 18+ at least. Also, basic TW: Yandere themes, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, toxic relationship.
This is definitely one of my more unhinged ones.
Has SCRICT rules. There is no leniency. There is no wiggle room for circumstances. You follow them or bad things happen. That’s it.
Is also in charge of everything. Everything you can think of.
He does the shores, he cooks, he lays out your clothes for in the morning, he brushes your hair, bathes you. Virtually every freedom you have has been taken away.
For example, if you’re at the stage where he can trust you enough that he can take you to town, he’s gonna put you in the passenger seat, adjust the seat to your comfort, and buckle your seat belt for you.
He’s in charge. And you should trust him with that. You should know that he knows everything about you and knows what’s best for you.
All the clothes, soaps, decor, colors etc is all in styles he knows you like. So when he picks out your clothes and helps you into them, they are clothes that you like.
Would not hesitate to off anyone if they were deemed even the slightest bit of a threat to you.
If they were too handsy, flirtations, rude, aggressive, etc. Hell, he’d probably off someone if they looked at you for too long while you’re in town. (Hence the song)
He might even off one of his siblings depending on who it was and how far it went. He’s more lenient with some siblings more than others.
He does love you but, even without the trauma of getting lost in time, we can see from scenes earlier than that, that he probably wouldn’t have been the kind of person that opened up easily.
Understanding and saying his feelings is his hardest challenge.
For example if one of his siblings was getting too close to you, he could physically feel the negative reactions he was dealing with as a result king before he could identify them.
“Am I angry? No there’s a bit of fear in there too.” “It happened when Diego was talking to them.. so that means..”
He’d grab your arm and in a huff pulls you back home immediately as he finds out that it was jealousy.
At times he gets aggravated that he feels those feelings. Even more aggravated when he can’t control them. Not being in control of everything scares him.
So while he loves you, he feels he has to control you and scenarios involving you. If he doesn’t know what will happen then it leaves room for bad things to happen. And he can’t risk that.
So he has a lot of traps outside. Many locks in the door. Lots of plans and back ups plans for if things go sideways.
On top of that, he’s planned out your entire day because he has to be prepared for everything.
And lastly, onto punishments.
I don’t see five being the kind of guy that’s going to put his hands on you in any hurtful way. Though he is violent, he never wanted to be. No matter what version of five there is, either his dad made him be that way or the commission. He’s never been able to escape that as far as we know right now. But even so, he doesn’t like hurting people. He’s never wanted to be that way. I think now though it is more of a defense mechanism than him being in the offensive side. Even if he doesn’t like it, he will still be violent if he needs to. He will still have those guards up and especially when it comes to you.
But as for punishments, he would take away things you enjoyed or lock you in a room and leave you until you’re begging for food or human contact and will let him have control again.
He need you to understand he does these things for you. You need to understand that he knows best.
Tiny bonus scenario! ⬇️
S/O: “Please let me out!”
Five: *continues humming while chopping vegetables up for dinner* They’ll come around to it in a couple days.. just give them some time.
#Spotify#headcanon#x reader#x y/n#x you#yandere#yande.re#obsessiveness#headcanons#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#five hargreaves x reader#five hargreaves x you#fivehar
108 notes
·
View notes
Text
On the matter of DGHDA season 2 and childhood as a theme, I think we should analyse the story of The Boy through the lense of Maladaptive Daydreaming more often. And I have thoughts about it. This is a long read, so bear with me.
Bias note: I'm an immersive daydreamer and the ending of Season 2 got to me in a way I couldn't describe. And this is a personal piece on the matter.
As the linked post mentioned, there's a lot of links between childhood and Wendimoor itself; from the fight between the families, to the train in the sky, to how they all fight with scissors. And while The Boy has godlike powers, I want to suggest that this comparison is fairly apt. For some people with this, it can feel like you're in control of everything -- it can also feel like you control nothing in your daydreams. And the show reflects both of these realities. When The Boy is away from the world he created, it starts to fall into chaos. While the script says that good will always win, I think the way they cross into our world holds two functions: firstly, it shows how this is something he can no longer control and, as I personally believe, it draws a comparison to when one is pulled out of a daydream. And the condition can act in an intrusive way. A song, a sound, an idea, anything can be a daydream trigger and pull you into hours of daydreams. And honestly? A traumatic event creating a whole universe feels very close to the experience.
Many people with MaDD will share stories on how it interferes with their daily life (and that is in fact part of the suggested diagnosis criteria), so the reversal of these two roles show the same function, that paracosms essentially always exist in some capacity and interfere with life. Each character has their own ways of dealing with denial, escapism and fantasy in the season. Even The Witch, despite being the antagonist, uses escapism to run away from her life. This shows how running away can have negative outcomes, sure, but I took it as a warning on letting your fantasies lead your life in a way that can be destructive. The type of survival is maladaptive, it causes some kind of harm in a way (socially, through work, whatever have you), which leads to another question.
Why is The Boy returning seen as a good thing if the whole ordeal is maladaptive? And I have a few answers to this. The obvious one is its bittersweet and must happen to return balance as the text demands us to believe. After all, this is all fantasy and he is a person with god-like powers that could cause more disturbances. But I offer a reading of hope too: the balance between what you imagine and real life is essential. Consider the fact that Wendimoor is a real place and there are generations of people who live there. Yes, the powers went unchecked and it was The Boy's goal to escape to a new reality, but even Dirk points out that these are real people now. Even if they were made from the mind of another being, they have their own autonomy... to a degree. He's still in charge at the end of the day, and must be to have peace last. But the fact they are real and this world is now real suggests that a balance has been found between reality and escapism. Another reading similar to this could be healing. Spending time there forces his traumas into a more metaphorical space and allows him to explore his feelings and unpack it. The families truce, the Witch is sent away, and he can start processing this. Because, at the end of the day, MaDD seems to be trauma formed, based on a lot of the community's own posts. My final answer is, it isn't a good ending. The Boy still has these powers he cannot control and yet it is treated as a positive. It shows a return to coping that is not healthy but it is the only way to keep these powers contained. I don't believe that is the intended reading, however, because The Witch being sent away needs to act as a foil to this plot point.
Aside from this, we should note that people with MaDD may have multiple paracosms (to simplify, a fancy way of saying a daydream world) but we only see one here. I fall into the group that only has one as well. But people with MaDD make references to their fictparas, primparas (meaning "belongs in a paracosm" and a prefix to show where they are sourced from, such as "OCs" or fictional characters) having their own lives. Sometimes, we just observe them. Sometimes we are active participants like we see here. There's even a term called veritbond which means either a character who is aware of their own selfhood, or is extremely important to the person daydreaming in some way. Individuals like Panto and The Mage strike me as this type of daydream character. And this makes sense! A lot of the characters we create (or steal from fiction) exist to explore difficult topics we may have faced ourselves. It gives us a wrap of fiction to understand what we experienced. These characters-made-real then deciding their own fate outside of the will of The Boy feels similar to how we develop. There is always the safety net that The Boy can undo all of of this, something that is not true for everyone with this, but they still have freedom of choice despite that fact.
At the end of the day, The Boy being returned, to me, seems like a hopeful end that aims towards healing as a conclusion to the plot. It's something he returns to but it's balanced with a new reality. The escapism ends because he has escaped from everything that harmed him. This is his new reality. It feels like he has come to terms with it but this is something that will always exist. It's the perfect balance of healing from trauma and using fantasy to understand it. And that's why the ending meant so much to me. For all the issues the season has with pacing, how connected everything actually feels, this ending feels optimistic. Things feel sporadic because we are dealing with the universe threading reality and fiction together. And that is... oddly relatable? Things are still happening in the background. They will continue to. If I had any notes, I think I would say we should read this as The Boy being more of an omniscient presence that knows more than anybody else does. When you're an immersive daydreamer or a person with MaDD, finding the balance between daydreams and reality is difficult. And that feels more real than anyone could know.
9 notes
·
View notes
Note
For the WIP game, Uncovering the Ripper grabbed my attention! :)
Oh no... I don't think one is going to be nearly as satisfying as you might hope 😅
So currently that document has exactly one line written in it: “I took one for each of you.” It's supposed to be a part of my 'She Had Him At Hello' series and the intention is for it to be the confrontation between John and the rest of the Five. Nikola and Nigel lead the charge (because Helen and James are too heart broken to do so) and the goal is to force Helen and James to have to choose between the man they love and their friends.
I wanted to explore a bit of the why behind John's killings, particularly how it escalated, so it will probably end up having a bit of a super villain monologue moment as he places the blame on each of them for forcing him into the maddness (because in his head, the rest of them never really wanted him around). I did also want to play with the idea that he started on accident, but continued because it was the first time he finally felt powerful in their group, knowing something the rest of them didn't.
But, like I said, it's actually just one line right now!! Whoops!
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
🚨 PARA UPDATE: NEIL O'BRIAN
⚠️ This is a MaDD Blog. Fandom interaction is NOT okay. Non MaDDers/IDers DNI ⚠️
♟. ┊ I had to make a slight adjustment to Neil's appearance in the picrew I made him in — like I said, he's still a fairly new para so things like this are expected. Honestly both are kinda canon to me, depending on what's going on.
♟. ┊ I still wasn't satisfied with how he looked, so I made him in another picrew that had different options and I feel like it's more accurate. Unfortunately Neil seems to be one of those paras I need to draw in order to accurately represent 😔. Anyway design notes / fun facts:
Neil doesn't like to wear a lot of clothing, he wasn't really given a lot fashion-wise while he lived in Arcaynis, just the bare essentials that kept his body modestly covered.
He's a fan of athletic wear & anything that lets you move freely.
Loathes layers & baggy clothes. Detests suits.
Loves crop tops and has 0 problems wearing skirts. "Gendered" clothing means nothing to him. As long as he can move and it doesn't feel weird on his skin, he'll wear it.
His skin is green! And his hair is mostly orange/reddish brown, with his bangs being white. This is due to all the genetic testing he's gone through since birth.
He has a tail. And very large ears that can detect quite a bit. Also fangs, obviously.
Not pictured but he'd have scars all over his body...mostly surgical, because the scientists in charge of him liked to dissect him for fun, but he has his fair share of battle scares as well.
Neil isn't very trusting of many people, so getting a haircut is. a big No for him. Trusting someone with a blade behind him? Absolutely not. As such, his hair is pretty long, which does annoy him a little. Ozzie has managed to be able to give him a couple of quick trims here and there, but Neil has resorted to just cutting his hair himself, with varying results.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
#Pilot
how are things
bunlar nasıl
the master for guidance
rehberlik için usta
grasshopper
çekirge
regional manager
bölge müdürü
done deal
yapılan anlaşma
scholar
akademisyen,bilim adamı
low voice
alçak ses
smoker
sigara içen kimse
if you wanna
eğer istersen
entire floor
tüm kat
corporate
kurumsal,şirkete ait
wastepaper basket
atık kağıt kutusu
hilarious
gülünç
sums it up
özetliyor
pretty
oldukça
interfere
müdahale etmek
a company runs on efficiency of communication
bir şirket iletişimin verimliliği üzerine çalışır
garbage
çöp
filing cabinet
dosya dolabı
justify
savunmak
it is up to
sana bağlı
convince
ikna etmek
incorporate
katılmak,firma kurmak
me no wanna hear that
ben bunu duymak istemiyorum
downsizing
küçültme
present company excluded
mevcut şirket hariç
concerned
endişeli
terrific rep
müthiş temsilci
appropriate
uygun
horrible
berbat
unnecessarily
gereksiz yere
resume
sürdürmek
ridiculous
saçma
point
husus
patient
hasta
guilty
suçlu
charged
heyecanlı,yüklü
concentrate
konsantre olmak
it is overlapping
örtüşüyor
spill
dökülmek
edge
kenar
one word ,two syllables : demarcation
tek kelime iki hece sınır
safety violation
güvenlik ihlali
pierce an organ
bir organı delmek
bother
rahartsız etmek
recommending
tavsiye etmek
bring it on
onu getirmek
salary
maaş
i deserve a raise
zam hak ediyorum
compensation
tazminat
garner
toplamak,kazanmak
i garner people's respect
insanların saygısını kazanırım
employee
çalışan
asap
en kısa zamanda
heroes of mine
benim kahramanlarım
beyond words
sözcüklerin ötesinde
rumor
söylenti
permission granted
izin verildi
deemed
sayılır
appropriate
uygun
corporate has deemed it appropriate
şirket uygun gördü
enforce
zorlamak
upon me
üzerime
not gonna happen
olmayacak
it could be out of your hands
senin elinde olmayabilir
grave
mezar
frankly
açıkcası,doğrusu
insulted
hakaret
hold on
beklemek
ongoing confidentiality agreement of meetings
toplantıların devam eden gizlilik sözleşmesi
interfere
müdahale etmek
they are gonna have to go through me
beni geçmek zorunda kalacaklar
mess
karışıklık
you ain't gonna be messin' with my chillun'
benim sakinliğimle uğraşmayacaksın
if I left what would i do with all this useless information in my head
ayrılırsam kafamdaki tüm bu işe yaramaz bilgilerle ne yapardım ?
he is on to me
o benim peşimde
watch out for this guy
bu adama dikkat et
introduce
tanıtmak
damn it
kahretsin
judge is in session
yargıç oturumda
stuff
madde,şey
volunteer sheriff's deputy
gönüllü şerif yardımcısı
you cannot screw around there
oralarda dalga geçemezsin
stapler
zımba
do not take it out
onu çıkarma
there are starving people in the world
dünyada aç insanlar var
it is a waste of that kind of food
bu tür yiyeceklerin israfı
witness
şahit
reprimand
kınama
deal
anlaşma
flan
turta
that is the way it is around here
buralar böyle
custardy
muhallebi
he scores
o gol atar
i guess what i am most concerned with is damage to company
Sanırım en çok endişelendiğim şey şirketin zarar görmesi
property
mülk,eşya
dessert
tatlı
spring
bahar
do you mind
sakıncası var mı
dude
dostum
entertainer
şovmen
let
izin vermek
theft
hırsızlık
stealing
çalmak
apiece
bir parça
severance pay
işten çıkarma tazminatı
gross misconduct
ağır suistimal
accomplice
suç ortağı
morale booster
moral yükseltici
jerk
pislik,ahmak
cash flow
nakit girişi
inventory
stok,envanter
proudest
gurur verici
barely
neredeyse
would you be the godfather of my child
çocuğumuzun vaftiz babası olur musun
0 notes
Text
Holiday impaired driving numbers down in Cape Breton, up in two N.B. cities
Spot checks are a common sight in the days leading up to Christmas.
Now that the holidays are over, the Cape Breton chapter of Mothers Against Drunk Driving (MADD) has an encouraging statistic to share from the roadside stops it took part in during the 2022 festive season.
"Over the holidays, with MADD's involvement, we didn't find any impaired-related charges that were laid," said Rob Matheson, the president of the Cape Breton MADD chapter.
While Cape Breton Regional Police and RCMP did lay some charges away from the spot checks on Cape Breton roads over Christmas, Matheson said the fact the areas numbers were relatively low has to be taken as a positive sign.
"There's still lots of work to do. We're not there," he said. “It's still not 100 per cent eradicated, but the fact that the numbers are consistently going down year over year is encouraging that the public is getting the message."
Throughout Cape Breton, where more than 5,000 vehicles were stopped during the spot checks put on by MADD and police over the holidays.
Matheson says awareness, and perhaps a greater availability of taxis in recent years, contributed to the clean sheet.
"We had been promoting that message for about a month leading into the holiday season with our Project Red Ribbon campaign, so the fact that we didn't find any was encouraging," he said.
Cape Breton Regional Police says they charged three people on the roads and highways for impaired driving-related offences, between Dec. 21, 2022 and Jan. 2.
In New Brunswick, the Fredericton Police Force reported the city's highest rate of impaired driving-related offences in four years.
"Scared. Honestly, scared. I have children that are out on these roads driving and it's scary," said Angela Lamey, the president of the MADD Greater Fredericton chapter.
It's a similar story in Saint John, N.B., where police tweeted Jan. 5 that 11 impaired driving arrests were made over the holidays as part of the Festive RIDE campaign.
"Somebody has made a bad choice and that devastatingly changes families forever," Lamey said.
from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/75fQiK3
0 notes
Text
Maine Power Firm Presents Electric Car Grants
The powerful and politically related auto insurance sector orchestrated an enormous campaign to kill the idea. The final time the NDP promised publicly run auto insurance coverage in Ontario — during the 1990 election which introduced then NDP leader Bob Rae to power — it turned into, pardon the pun, a complete train wreck. The outcome is a superb microhistory during which on an everyday basis issues and people’s lifestyle concretize common development. Donate $48 to keep away from wasting the individuals killed every 48 minutes by drunk driving. MADD offers free supportive providers to the victims and survivors of drunk and drugged driving, as nicely as underage ingesting. Adults drink too much and drive about 121 million times per yr – or more than 300,000 incidents of ingesting and driving a day.
Believing Henry’s illness to be an try to keep away from his responsibility as a serviceman, Miss Van Campen has Henry’s depart revoked, and he's sent to the entrance as soon as the jaundice has cleared.
If you do not take full advantage of this match, you are leaving money on the desk.
Think Big.’ In maintaining with that, we advocate starting with an emergency fund savings goal of simply $500.Learn extra about emergency funds here.
And the subject of college golf equipment and hazing is an effective angle for a novel—pair this with The Chocolate War.
Every different metric of human well-being has additionally improved, from earnings to entry to well being care to nourishment to wash water access.
This guide is based on highschool kids, it exhibits how these group of associates grow into a bonding family after a tragic state of affairs.
Additionally, the initiation rites have turn into increasingly humiliating and degrading. รับจำนำรถไม่มีเล่ม , in the end, drive Jericho to make some robust choices, like missing his trumpet competition to pledge for the Warriors of Distinction. He wanted one of the slick silk and leather jackets that the seniors had. So did all the different pledges, considered one of whom, died tragically. Against his better judgment, he endures humiliation, mind video games & numerous indignities to become a Warrior of Distinction.
Congrats On Finishing The Pledge!
Mazda3 models bought in New Zealand are outfitted with "push-button beginning and keyless entry through a radio-equipped key fob," writes Arstechnica. Of course, the autos are all fitted with guide mechanisms too — however the Smiths say they weren't told of that and, regardless of trying to find them in the course of the incident, couldn't locate them. They're underneath the armrests and to make matters worse, the automotive handbook was inside the house.
Princeton Federal Credit Score Union
Points (if you're a seller), service charges, credit investigation fees, and interest regarding tax-exempt revenue, such as curiosity to buy or carry tax-exempt securities. The ranking, launched as part of T&E and Stand.Earth’s new Travel Smart marketing campaign, grades 230 US and European firms based on 9 indicators, relating to emissions discount targets, reporting, and air journey emissions. The evaluation sheds gentle on the significant efforts sure international businesses have still to make to reduce their corporate travel emissions. Out of the 230 companies, 193 fail to act with sufficient pace and ambition to sort out company travel emissions. This ensures they are paid on time, in full to keep away from late charges.
If traveling by automobile, through I-5 plan for about forty minutes travel time with out major visitors delays. For some, the future-is-now really feel of a self-driving automobile is simply too novel. Others fear about hacking vulnerabilities for computer-controlled automobiles, and many say they're shopping for a car to drive, not simply to get somewhere. But if any automotive manufacturer can do it, it might be Volvo, whose pioneering security has been setting industry-wide standards for decades, making three-point seatbelts and rear-facing automotive seats the norm. Bank of Hawaii World Elite Mastercard®, you’ll earn 60,000 Bonus HawaiianMilesafter spending $2,000 on purchases within the first ninety days.
1 note
·
View note
Text
I don’t talk about Kix enough. That MF was seriously going through it.
#like damn#he’s like the only one trying to live#everyone in the 501st is reckless and they constantly go on impossible missions#and he’s in charge of that maddness#then#he outlives everyone#ow#star wars#star wars the clone wars#the clone wars#swtcw
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Yandere Chic (3/5)
Word count ; 3.9k
*Edited.
I’d been kept in the loop by Betty over text recently, and she understood why I was being aloof and distant. I simply didn’t want to be around Chic. He often spammed me with messages, and sometimes when I was home, he even came knocking on my door. I learned that Chic wasn’t a product of Alice and Hal and other minor details. But I tried my best to focus on my new, lovely boyfriend, Sweet Pea, instead of having my entire life revolve around a family I wasn’t even a part of. I was still doing well in school despite the personal problems, and I’d been participating in a lot of community service. So, in reality, I wasn’t doing too bad.
I was doing some homework on the front porch when I noticed that a large group of Serpents, including my Sweets, was breaking into the Cooper household. I gasped and curiously watched as they piled into the household. I had a feeling that whatever was going on had to do with Chic, so I made my way over. When I forced my way in, two sleazy people shoved their way past. I warily glanced at the, managing to sneak into the house.
“Thank you, Jughead. Thank your friends for me.”
“We’re Serpents. It’s what we do.”
Serpents began filtering out of the house, but Sweet Pea noticed me and stood next to me. He affectionately wrapped his arms around my shoulders as I advanced into the living room.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“We… we’re alright,” Alice spoke reluctantly. “Betty, you’ve been telling me something I didn’t want to hear, and I’m sorry. Chic… you’ve put us in danger twice. I think that you should do what you said, and leave.”
Sweets whispered in my ear,” Thank god, that creep’s finally hitting the road.” I couldn’t help but press myself securely against his back.
“I will. I’ll find a place,” Chic promised.
“Do it quickly, because you’re not going to spend another night here.” Alice was clearly on the verge of tears, so Betty went to comfort her. Chic rose to his feet and made sure to shove into my boyfriend as he passed.
It went without saying, I Madde sure to keep Alice company that evening.
~~~
The house hadn’t been any less chaotic, even with Chic’s flight. The Black Hood was back. And I thought that when Betty urgently called me and told me to go to her house one afternoon, it would be about that. Not Chic.
I met up with Betty and Jughead as they rushed into the house. I almost keeled over from a heart attack when I saw Chic leaning against the kitchen counter, but the other two charged ahead. “We should’ve gone to the Sisters weeks ago and found this out,” Betty exclaimed passionately.
“Found out what?” Chic asked casually.
“Mom! What is he doing here?”
“I took Chic to give this statement and invited him for dinner.”
“Great!” Betty shouted sarcastically, shoving a blue folder onto the island. “Except he’s not Chic!”
“Enough of the melodrama,” Alice groaned.
I was standing back, fiddling with my fingers. So Chic wasn’t who he said he said he was? Should’ve seen that coming. A creep and a liar.
“Jughead and I paid a visit to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy.” She shoved a photo into Alice’s face. “That is your real son, Mom. Not this con artist.”
Alice looked heartbroken. “I don’t - I don’t understand.”
Chic intervened desperately. “I do. Betty’s been out to get me. She never wanted a brother, and she hated when I became involved with Y/n —“
“You’re not my brother! And she’s not interested, pervert!”
Chic suddenly snatched up a knife, waving it wildly. Alice was struck, and the house erupted in shrieks. Luckily, though, Alice was able to hit Chic with a pan and knocked hi out while he was waving the knife at Jughead. I was in total awe, but I assisted the family in doing something rather shady: carrying Chic down to the basement and tying him up to a chair. After that, the Coopers and Jughead asked me to go home. I’m not sure what ever happened to Chic, but I never saw or talked to him again. He completely disappeared.
It was nice, though. Life returned almost to normal. Sweet Pea and I had a healthy and serious relationship, so much so that during December, I moved in with him. We lived peacefully in the trailer park. For a while, we fell into a pattern. Sweets drove me to college, I studied and worked, he drove me home, and most nights we either went on a date at Pop’s or were invited to Alice’s for dinner. Life was normal and happy. No Chic, no Cooper household drama, and no father-daughter drama. I had cut out a majority of what was toxic and chaotic out of my life. I was thriving.
One day, though, my homeostasis was disrupted. Sweet Pea and I had just finished doing some… couple activities when Betty called me up. It was already nine p.m., so I knew it had to be serious. “Betty, what’s wrong?” I inquired eagerly, struggling to pull up my jeans with one hand.
“You know talking out loud helps clear my thoughts, I hope you don’t mind. The weirdest murder happened, you won’t believe it,” she started. “Dilton Doiley and his friend, Ben, were found dead in the woods. Maybe it was suicide, maybe murder, but they were doing some crazy ritual. They had these… weird carvings in their backs and were found with blue lips. Ben barely made it, but Dilton died to poison. The circumstances are completely unknown, it’s crazy. Jug and I are leaving in a few minutes to investigate Dilton’s secret bunker.”
“Sweets and I are going on our late-night walk in a few minutes, too. I’ll call you if I see anything suspicious, okay? Stay safe, Betty,” I warned.
“Same goes for you. You’re one of my best friends,” she replied.
Sweet Pea wrapped his arms around my waist, peppering some kisses against the nape of my neck. He stole the phone from my in the process. He sent me a smirk and interrupted,” Bye, Betty, I’m stealing my girlfriend from you now.” And with that he hung up.
“You’re lucky we were about to hang up,” I pouted.
“What mystery was she telling you about this time?” Sweets inquired as we exited the trailer and started walking into the woods, hand in hand.
“Do you know who Dilton Doiley and Ben something was?” I began.
“… I don’t like the use of ‘was,’” he noticed suspiciously.
“Yeah, ‘was.’ Betty said that when Jug was in the forest on a walk last night, he found their dead bodies. They were doing some crazy ritual and had all sorts of markings etched in their backs. They apparently drank poison. Ben barely survived. Obviously, Betty and Jug are on the case now.”
“That’s fuckin’ terrifying. Goddammit, why can’t Riverdale ever just be normal?” he groaned.
I sighed in agreement. “Yeah, first thing I’m gonna do when I graduate is get the fuck outta this town. It’s gotta be cursed or something —“
We both froze when we heard a twig snap to our left. We turned, confused, as there was nothing there but shrubbery. “Maybe it’s an animal,” I muttered, turning on my phone’s flashlight. However, what we came face to face with was no animal.
Towering at at least seven feet tall was a figure made hip of twigs and branches. But what was most unsettling, was that it had a wooden mask stained with red. My eyes trailed up and down the… monster, taking in various details, before I finally glanced at Sweets again.
“You see that?”
“Yeah.”
“I think we need to fucking run now.”
The monster took a taunting step towards us, and we took off from the direction we came. Even when we made it back to our trailer, Sweet Pea reminded me that we had found the creature not too far from us, and that we should go somewhere else. Of course, the first place that came to mind was Pop’s Diner.
By the time we stumbled through the front door, I had calmed down enough to try and register what the hell we’d seen. Luckily, Betty and Jughead were there too. They seemed just as out-of-breath. In front of them, they’d drawn a picture of the monster of scratch paper.
“Guys!” I called, plopping next to Betty. “You saw it too?”
“Yeah,” Jug said. “It was the Gargoyle King, if I had to assume. Luckily for us, he doesn’t run very fast.”
“What did you guys see?” Betty inquired.
“Taller than anybody I’ve ever seen around town. They probably use stilts, right?” I began.
“Yeah. Plus, they weren’t too far from the trailer park. It’s why we had to come here. Maybe it’s a Ghoulie exacting revenge?” Sweet Pea added.
“What’s this Gargoyle King you mentioned?” I asked curiously.
“Long story short, Dilton and Ben Buttons got involved with a cultish game. Last time I saw Dilton, he told me that the Gargoyle King was real. That… thing in the woods is the closest thing to it we can get,” Jughead explained.
“Ethel’s involved, too. It was too tall, but again, the stilt idea exists. She also isn’t answering our calls.”
They started investigating a map while Sweet Pea and I took a breather. It wasn’t as though we had much to offer to their investigation. After half an hour or so, I checked my phone. “Sweets, we should probably go home. Whoever this Gargoyle King is, they hardly seem like a threat. They walk slowly and clearly tend to skulk in the woods. I’m fuckin’ tired, please?”
Sweet Pea looked on edge. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ll tell you yes if we learn anything that’s helpful, okay? Good night.”
We said our good-byes before we headed home. We both had a very hard time sleeping that night.
~~~
In the middle of one of my classes, I was surprised to receive a text from Jughead asking if I could help him with the case. He told me that in order to get closer to Ethel and learn more for the case, he had to play a game with Ethel. But, for some reason, Ethel asked for me to be there, too. She hadn’t specified why, and we’d never even met before. I trusted Jug, though, so I agreed.
“This looks like the place,” Jug said, motioning to a weird pipe dug into the ground.
“What the fuck, Dilton definitely had a few screws loose,” I commented as we climbed down.
“No kidding.”
When we were both inside, the first thing I took note of was the dozens, if not hundreds of candles. It was rather spooky. “Ethel,” Jughead stated, which made me cast my gaze to the front. Down a short hallway was a room, and in the middle of the room, a table. Sat at that table was a girl with brown-orange hair and a big bow, but what was odd about her attire was that she was wearing medieval garb.
“Welcome to your first game. Your entry point to the realm of Gryphons and Gargoyles. The magical kingdom of Eldervair. First things first, join me.”
Jug and I kneeled down at the table, occasionally sending each other questioning glances. “Do you want to be the Radiant Knight, Arcane Invoker, or Hellcaster?”
“Uh, Hellcaster.”
“I’ll be Arca —“
“You do not choose,” Ethel interrupted. “Sit here, next to me. You are already the destined Gargoyle Queen.” I did as told, situation myself next to the strange girl. “Good choice,” she continued, directing her attention back to Jughead. “That was Ben’s avatar. I was supposed to ascend with him, but he betrayed me and finished the game with Dilton.”
“I’m sorry, Ethel,” I apologized sympathetically.
“Doesn’t matter. Pick a quest card. Let’s get started.”
The game began, but only for Jughead. I was mostly concerned about why the hell I was the Gargoyle Queen, when I had no association in any of this drama except that I was friends with Betty and my boyfriend was a Serpent. I tuned back in to the conversation when Ethel spoke,” Two chalices sit before you.”
“Ethel!” I exclaimed. “No way is he doing that!”
“You wanted to prove your worthiness,” she retorted with a shrug.
Jughead seemed to be pondering it. “If I do this, you promise to give me the scripture?”
“I promise. The King as my witness.”
I couldn’t help but scan the room, paranoid. Jughead picked up one of the chalices and chugged it. I watched, chilled to the core, waiting for him to drop dead. I knew there’d be no convincing him to stop, however, I was relieved when he seemed fine.
“I’m fine. Rulebook, now,” Jug demanded.
“You have to kiss me first.”
“My god, are you serious?”
“It’s in the scripture. The Hellcaster kisses the princess or doesn’t get the treasure.”
The ritual was complete, and we were both relieved and ready to get the hell out of there, until we realized Ethel had drank the chalice with poison.
~~~
It was the fault of that stupid game. Sweet Pea came home a week ago with a manual for Gryphons and Gargoyles, and ever since, he’d gotten completely addicted to it. It bothered me, especially knowing the outcome of the game was almost certain death. From the moment we got home to the middle of the night, he played it with his friends. Somehow, even Jughead had gotten absorbed in it. Betty hadn’t been in touch either, but I presumed she had a lot more investigating to do now that she was down a detective.
I sighed, shutting my laptop and setting it on the table next to me. The chilled midnight air nipped my skin and I let out a yawn, finally throwing the blanket over me. I hated not having Sweets in the bed next to me. It made me feel lonely. I was tired, and clearly Sweet Pea wasn’t coming home anytime soon, so why not sleep outside and wait?
I set my alarm and started to doze off to the music of the forest. The wind brushed my hair around time to time, and occasionally, I heard a Serpent walking or talking in the distance. I turned on my side, cuddling my knees to my chest. Just as I was almost lulled into sleep, I picked up the vague sound of slow, approaching footsteps. Maybe Sweet Pea finally decided to sleep. But even if it was him, I wasn’t in the mood to be around him. I stirred a bit as they came closer.
It really must’ve been Sweet Pea, because he paused right next to my seat. I was confused, though, because it sounded as though leaves were rustling from right next me. It became rather insistent, and he wasn’t moving away. Suddenly, I felt something cold and metallic touching the top of my head.
My eyes shot open, and dread consumed me as I saw the looming figure of the Gargoyle King. I sat up instantly, letting out a shrill scream. Lights in the trailers around starting turning on, and the King turned and left the scene. I was left paralyzed after tipping my chair and collapsing into the small table, eyes glued to the evacuating figure.
F.P., Fangs, Jughead, and a group of Serpents came to the scene, and the boys helped me up. “Y/n, what happened? Did you see the Gargoyle King?”
Sweet Pea pushed his way through the crowd, pulling me into a warm hug. “Y - yeah. I was asleep, but I heard someone coming towards me. I thought it - it was Sweets, but then he dropped something on my head. I woke up and he was just… standing there!” I stuttered fearfully, clutching my boyfriend’s shirt tightly.
Jughead weaved around me, leaned over, and picked up something. “W - what is that?” I asked. The crowd was starting to disappear, bout a few of my friends stuck around to comfort me.
“A tiara.” He inspected it in his hands. “I guess Ethel was serious about that whole ‘Gargoyle Queen’ thing.”
“What?” Sweet Pea shouted angrily. “What the fuck are you talking about? Are you telling me she’s in danger again?”
“Sweet Pea, chill —“
“Shut up. Are you kidding me? We have a serial killer hunting my girlfriend, and you’re telling me to chill?”
I pushed myself away and placed my hands on his cheeks. “Sweets… let’s just go to bed, okay? It’s late. Jughead and Betty will take care of it… F.P., too.”
“Yeah. We’ll keep an eye out for any Gargoyle King. Make sure to stay inside, too,” Jug said, patting my shoulder.
“…Fine,” Sweet Pea conceded, grabbing my arm and pulling the both of us into the trailer. He strictly locked the door and sighed. “Goddammit. I should’ve come home sooner.”
“It’s not your fault. I just wish you weren’t so obsessed with a… board game,” I admitted.
“I… I’m sorry. It’s just really fun.You should join.”
“It’s the reason two kids are dead, drugs are becoming a thing again, and Ethel is in the hospital. I don’t want you playing that game, Sweets! Not you or any of your friends. Even Jughead’s lost it, he’s hardly solving the problem!”
He massaged his forehead. “It’s not the board game killing them, it’s that Gargoyle King or whatever the fuck! And we’re not using the Fizzle Rocks, I promise! Can we just… go to bed, babe? It’s late and we have classes tomorrow.”
I bit my lip. “…Sure.”
~~~
Yeah, Sweet Pea’s definitely not obsessed with that board game. It’s definitely normal that we never talk, he never sleeps, and I even have to ride my bike to school. Two weeks had passed, and it had been a solid three days since I’d seen him. If I could’ve known when we first started dating that our relationship was fragile enough to be ruined by a knock-off Dungeons and Dragons, I never would’ve been interested.
So, just like normal, I had woken up at two a.m. alone in bed. I couldn’t sleep. I was always worried that the Gargoyle King would break in. To be fair, though, the last time Sweet Pea actually paid attention to me was when said King attacked me.
It was suffocating in the trailer. There weren’t any lurking dangers outside the trailer, so it was fine to step outside. I pulled on a sweatshirt and went out. The cold air nipped the my exposed face. I took out my phone and scrolled aimlessly through my gallery - I had over seven thousand memes, and only memes - for a few minutes. The cold grass tickled my bare feet, although I didn’t mind the sensation.
“That’s the queen,” a deep voice suddenly spoke, and several people emerged from behind the trailer. I dropped my phone from shock and shrieked, trying to reenter the trailer. However, a number of hands grabbed at me, pulling me back. One hand covered my mouth, another had my neck, but a majority of them gripped my arms and waist. I struggled against the cloaked figures with scary masks, tears slinking down my cheeks. I was being dragged away, and obviously nobody had heard my cries, because the rest of the trailer park remained silent and asleep. At some point, my arms were pinned behind me and only one of the men felt the need to hold me. I was still struggling, trying to slobber on or bite the hand against my mouth, but it was in vain. Somehow, I was dragged up an entire hill, and I dreaded when we passed by some lit torches and I was pushed into a cult circle.
I scrambled to my feet, realizing I was totally enclosed by ambiguous figures in gargoyle masks. There was at least ten people. And, only a few feet away, was the Gargoyle King. Was this when I got sacrificed to a dude wearing a tree?
“Gag,” the King growled, clearly using a voice changer, and I stared at him in horror. I did what I could before I was grabbed again, letting a shrill scream rip, even if my voice cracked several times. However, I couldn’t prevent the white cloth that was tied around my mouth. I was forced towards the King, who reached out and grabbed my shoulders. I was turned around and my back was pressed against the twig figure.
“Bring the new recruit.”
Suddenly, a new figure emerged from the crowd, accompanied with two people that were carrying chalices. I knew where this was going. I struggled harder against the person. The masked recruit walked forward. It took shocking turn, though, because he shouted,” Now!”
Serpents emerged from every corner of the woods. “Gargoyles, run!”
The King let go of me while Serpents swarmed the area. My knees were jelly so I fell to the ground. I tore off the gag. Sweet Pea appeared at my side, and they’d somehow snatched one of the… Gargoyles, was it? I was hardly registering what was happening around me. My vision was blurred from sheer stress. I knew people were talking, but all I could focus on was Sweet Pea’s arms that were secured around me. I couldn’t stay at the trailer park any more. Sweets picked me up, to which I clutched onto him desperately. I guess at some point I passed out.
A few days later, I was staying with Betty. They were more than understanding when I called up, and Sweet Pea thought it would be a good idea, too. Betty was gone most of the time - it was adorable how brave and hardworking she was - so Alice and I spent most evenings knitting, playing monopoly, and watching movies. It was fairly therapeutic and felt like a break. I didn’t need to think about my busy boyfriend or the Gargoyle King; the most stressful thing consuming my life was schoolwork and leadership programs for community service.
I was cuddled up on the one-person couch, a warm hot coco cup in my grip, while I aimlessly watched a YouTube video. “Hi, Betty,” I called as the woman entered the house. Even while walking inside, she seemed to be deep in thought.
“Oh, hey, Y/n,” she greeted.
“Betty, there’s some leftovers in the kitchen,” Alice said. She was sat on the couch next to me doing some paperwork. Apparently she’d becoming more successful, a newswoman, and I was proud of her for that.
“Thanks, mom.” She made her way over.
It was only seven, but I was dreadfully tired, so I shut my laptop and just basked in the surrounding heat. I occasionally took a sip of hot coco, staring into space. “Are you alright, Y/n?” Alice asked.
“Yeah, just sleepy. I’m going to get ready for bed.”
I finished my drink and slowly rose to my feet, heading over to the downstairs bathroom. I washed my face and started brushing my teeth. I leaned over the sink to spit it out, when all of a sudden, the electricity went out. It was startling, so I quickly washed the rest of my mouth. I stood in the kitchen in a confused fashion.
“Betty, you stay here, I’ll check the power box,” Alice said from the front door.
“What’s going on?” I asked warily, hugging myself.
A flash of lighting boomed from outside, ad when Betty and Alice turned to me, they screwed unanimously. I was confused, stumbling back a bit. But I realized what was scaring them when I backed straight into a hard surface. Twigs rustled as two arms enveloped me tightly. I was too tired to scream - I’d ruined my throat from last time - so all I could do was try and push at them.
Betty said that I’d be fine, so the two of them ran up the stairs. The moment they were gone from view, the art unraveled themselves and the Gargoyle King backed away. I stumbled back, so confused by their decision, my brain apparently figured that the best next course of action was to faint.
#cw riverdale#yandere riverdale#yandere sweet pea#yandere#x y/n#x reader#chic cooper#yandere chic#riverdale#betty cooper
51 notes
·
View notes
Text
Here's the next part of the Walpurgis Nights girls watch The Rebellion Story, this time stretching from that upside-down reflection conversation to Homura and Kyoko's wacky bus trip.
Reminder:
G=Gretchen
H=Homulilly
Op=Ophelia
Ok=Oktavia
Ca=Candeloro/Mami
Ch=Charlotte
...
Ca: Okay, so, is everyone ready?
Ch: Yeah. Yeah. Sorry about losing my shit. I’ll try to keep it together.
Op: No, by all means. I’d say you’re entitled.
G: I mean, if I found out that I was a tiny, living doll that turned into a giant worm, I’d be upset too!
=Charlotte sighs deeply=
G: Oh. Sorry.
H: It’s a fake.
G: Eh?
H: All of it. The whole scenario. We’re caught in a super-witch’s labyrinth, or some kind of virtual reality simulation, or a shared dream.
Ok: Like the Matrix?
H: The what?
Ok: Oh, I’ve got to show that one to you. It’s this old movie from the world of the living about how all of humanity are trapped in this virtual world because machines have taken over the planet, and they use people’s bodies as living batteries or something. And-
Op: Tavi, starting to ramble.
Ok: Sorry. Anyway, there’s like three different recreations out there. Personally I like the one from Madd Dogg Studios the best.
Op: Because of all the sex.
Ok: Yeah, the other two don’t have those. Shame, really.
Ch: Okay, hold on though! If all that is some kind of weird simulation, then why am I there? By rights if you guys never turned into witches, I should be dead! You should’ve killed me, and then I would be comfortably here in Freehaven while you guys sit around singing songs to severed heads inside of demented teddy-bears!
G: Well, if there’s no witches in this world, then maybe we never fought you in the first place.
Ch: But I’m clearly a witch!
G: Yeah, that is weird.
Ca: Let’s find out.
…
Ok: You think that all of this being in an upside-down reflection means anything?
H: Yes. That it’s a fake.
Op: You are not going to let that go, are you?
H: Just watch.
Op: Have you seen this before?
H: Obviously not.
Ok: Well, this version of Candeloro is just as on it with her tea game, I see.
Ca: Some things never change.
Ok: Like Ophelia’s dislike for sour stuff, apparently.
Ca: It’s her tradeoff for her ungodly tolerance for spicy.
Ch: Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s not as high as she makes it out to be.
Op: Hey, who exactly ate those dockengaut viper peppers without flinching? Me, that’s who!
Ch: You literally had to the hospital and grow your tongue back.
Op: But I didn’t flinch.
…
Ok: They really like showing us around the town.
G: Do any of these locations mean anything?
Ca: Well, that’s the school, so I suppose-Huh?
G: UM!
Ok: Why is everyone’s faces suddenly horribly disfigured?
Ch: Are they melting? It looks like they’re melting.
Op: Yeah. And…ours are fine?
G: See! You two are sleeping in class! I told you that having a party right after fighting that Nightmare was a bad idea! Growing girls need sleep!
Op: Honestly, I’m more concerned about the horrific burns on everyone’s face than I am about our counterparts’ unhealthy sleeping habits.
H: HA! Called it! It’s a simulation! None of those people are real! We’re the only actual people here!
Op: Hey, credit where it’s due, you did call it.
G: Looks like Hitomi’s real too.
H: Oh, goody.
G: So’s that guy with the silver hair? Who is he?
Ok: Oh, so that must be Kyousuke!
Op: That was who I was up against? Huh. Well, he’s…pretty.
Ok: I always wondered what he looked like.
Op: …so?
Ok: I’m sure past me thought he was good-looking, but I still think I traded up.
Op: Darn right, you did.
…
Ch: So who took the time to make food in the shape of your heads?
Ok: You know, between this and Hitomi, there’s a lot of severed heads going around.
=Candeloro frowns and feels her neck=
Ch: You okay?
Ca: I’m fine. I just got the weirdest feeling of déjà vu all of a sudden.
Ok: Who wants to bet that the one with all the bags of junk food for lunch is Ophelia?
Op: What? Why me in specific?
Ca: That one must be mine.
Ch: Well, at least I get my own severed-head snack now.
G: Right next to Kyubey.
H: If there was any justice in the world that would be his actual head.
G: Still. Those soul-gem treats are pretty creative.
Ca: Oh, wait! Never mind! That’s Homura’s lunch.
Ch: Homulilly? Why are you eating my face?
H: Don’t ask.
Op: And of course I snatch Blue Raspberry’s soul-gem!
Ok: Even then, you couldn’t keep me out of your mouth.
Op: AAANNNDDD the rat just ate it. Huh.
Ok: Oh, that makes me so uncomfortable.
Ch: And we get a close-up of me looking like a lunatic. Thanks, movie.
Op: I mean, that is a pretty accurate depiction of your face whenever you get anywhere near a piece of mozzarella.
H: All of this making me incredibly uneasy.
G: What is?
H: The slow pace. The lack of audible dialogue. The somber music. Something is up.
Ch: That’s all kinds of deliberate.
H: Well, at least this other me can tell that something’s wrong.
Op: I for one am incredibly disappointed in the rest of us. Everyone in the city has their faces burned off. That ought to at least raise a few red flags.
…
Ok: AAANNNDDD it’s gone all weird again!
Ca: Okay, this is obviously a witch’s labyrinth. They’re not even hiding it anymore.
Ok: Except from us. Like, are we blind?
Op: Oh, hey. It’s me. A lunch date?
H: I doubt it.
G: Is any of this normal? I mean, I know Freehaven is strange to newcomers but normal to us, so in this world, is it normal to just hang out on a floating island filled with chairs and tables with really long legs while blimps fly by in formation?
Ok: To say nothing of that freakshow going on down there. What are those? Those creepy little girls and the guy with the wind-up box?
Ca: Witch’s familiars.
=everyone looks to Charlotte, who is nonplussed=
Ch: You know, I’m actually okay with being the villain. At least that would make sense!
Op: You better get some kind of redemption arc and a weirdly sexually charged gunfight with Candeloro.
Ch: That would honestly make up for everything else that’s happened so far.
Ca: I don’t know. All of this looks very witchy, but it wasn’t what I remember from your labyrinth.
…
Op: Hey. Teenaged me. Wake up and smell the bad drug trip.
Ch: Why do you guys have so many cups on that table? Do you have a drinking problem or something?
Op: Look, shit is weird. Don’t judge our coping mechanisms.
G: Is it just me, or is there a bunch of random objects just falling out of the sky all around you?
Ok: Is it just me, or did that blimp have to come literally out of the river to fly at that angle?
H: This is getting progressively more dream-like.
Op: Nice crotch-shot, movie. How come I don’t get the boob or butt camera like Candy and Tavi?
Ch: Do you really want us to answer that question?
Op: I’d prefer if you didn’t.
H: Anyone else notice that the number of cups keep changing?
Op: Like I said. We all have our own ways of coping. Don’t judge.
…
H: Well, at least I’m noticing that something’s off. Even if I’m completely blind to the obviously bizarre stuff going on all around me?
G: Oh, so it’s going to be like a mystery story! And you’re the detective!
Op: And I get to be the sidekick. There are worst roles, I guess.
Ch: I guess that means you’re the main character after all, Lilly.
H: Thank you, but I’d really rather be the lead of a completely different movie.
…
Op: And off we go, on our wild adventure!
H: Beneath endless stone bridges. I mean, seriously. If either of us wanted proof that something was wrong, all we have to do is look up.
G: If this is a fake world you’re trapped in, you’re probably programmed to not notice that anything’s wrong. You know, like how we never really how strange dreams are until we wake up.
Op: Oh, what the hell. The bus is dropping us off in this fever dream? WAKE UP, IDIOTS! WAKE UP AND SMELL THE FREAKY!
Ch: They’re not even hiding it anymore.
G: You know, I can’t help but wonder if this world was always this strange, but that since the first few minutes were from our point of view all the weird stuff not having to do with the Nightmare wasn’t shown. But now that Lilly’s noticed, the weirdness just keeps coming out more and more.
Ch: I would not be surprised.
Ca: I think we can all collectively agree that despite whatever the witch turns out to be, this is all Kyubey’s fault, right?
Op: Fine by mean.
Ok: Agreed.
H: I wonder where all those fake people are going.
Op: I’m just going to assume that there’s a big meat grinder at the bottom of those stairs.
G: Ew.
…
Op: Oh, that’s not right? THAT’S NOT RIGHT? YAH THINK?
Ok: Of course you would be tipped off by the wrong destination but not by the field of hazy red filled with windmills.
Op: Turn left? We were supposed to turn left? HOW CAN YOU TELL? THERE’S NOTHING THERE!
Ch: That does bring up an interesting point. I’m assuming that you’re just blind to the weirdness because it’s got you trapped. So, what is it that you’re seeing?
G: Probably just a normal road, I guess.
Ok: Well, what did you expect taking the loop line?
…
Ch: Okay, so there’s a clear divide between the big, empty, red field with the windmills and the mostly normal looking city.
H: A very loose definition of the word “normal.”
Ch: Well, yeah, but you know what I mean.
H: Like I said. It’s not real.
Ch: We know, I’m just trying to pick out details.
Ok: Hey, girls. Don’t get on the creepy bus.
…
G: If at first you don’t succeed…
Op: Come on, other me! Get a clue!
H: I notice the field is blue now.
Ch: Probably to signify the change from day to night.
Ok: That bus driver is weirdly okay with a couple teenaged girls jumping onto the front of his bus and yelling at him.
H: He’s a fakedy-fake-fake.
Ok: We know! It’s called commentary!
H: Sorry.
Op: “Crossroads”? “Left fork”? How can you tell the difference! It’s a bunch of shiny tiles and windmills!
G: Plus that giant tower made of pipes!
Op: That was probably where we were heading. Giant tower made of pipes.
Ok: Wonder where the ramen shop was.
Op: Third pipe cluster from the bottom.
Ch: Hey, girls. Word of advice. Don’t walk into the scary, blank void.
Op: I know they can’t see the weirdness, but I still feeling like yelling at them.
G: Oh, hey! It’s normal again!
H: They were brought back to the city.
G: Well, relatively normal, at least. With a really tall bridge and giant moon.
…
Op: So…are we about to kiss or something?
H: Obviously not.
Op: I don’t know. You’re holding me awfully close.
H: I’m just trying to keep you from doing something stupid.
Op: If you say so.
…
Op: Oh, hey. If we didn’t have enough problems, it’s a zombie apocalypse.
H: All with our faces, I see.
Op: Somehow, that’s freakier than if they were just the classic rotting kind.
Ca: Obviously a defense system put in place by the witch. Once one of its prisoners start to notice that something’s wrong, the familiars come in to stop them.
Ch: You know, as much as the early parts weirded me out, I am really starting to dig this! I mean, sure, the cake song was…a thing that happened, but now there’s a reason for the weirdness! There’s a mystery! There’s set-up and atmosphere! It’s not just weird for the sake of being weird!
Ok: I’m pretty sure there’s some of that.
Ch: Well, sure.
H: You do remember that with the way things are going, you’re probably going to be revealed as the villain, right?
Ch: I am okay with this.
…
Op: And the zombies leave after I change my stance?
Ok: Those hips don’t lie.
H: More of they sensed that you weren’t resisting anymore.
Op: Might want to rephrase that.
H: You made it dirty. Not me.
Op: At least this me is starting to wake up. So you have at least one bad bitch supporting you.
H: I feel so much better.
G: Oh, hey! Even then you did that thing where you give people candy as a sign of affection!
Op: I’m honestly surprised that more people don’t do that. Honestly, most problems would be solved if people just gave each other candy all the time.
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
the thing that upset me today is the fact that Angelica Hamilton after years of being under her mother’s care was placed under the care of Dr. MacDonald and remained in his charge till her death.
the more distressing thought is medical treatment of madness in early America
“Madness he described as an arterial disease, having its primary source in the blood vessels of the brain. To relieve the brain of its excess blood, he advocated a low diet, purges, emetics, hot and cold showers, and, of course, heroic bloodletting. As a substitute for the “Madd-shirt,” he developed his tranquillizing chair and also a gyrator—a rotating board that spun the patient at high rates of speed to cause the blood to rush to the head and produce the opposite effect of the tranquilizer. He also advised shocking the patient through terrifying experiences and punishment. One of his therapies was a ice-cold shower bath of fifteen or more minutes. Fear of death he thought especially useful.”
“The main difference between the Sewall case and later developments was the growing notion that cures were more likely if the patient were separated from home, from family and friends, and away from the social and emotional environment that had perhaps brought on the problems.”
“Cathartics and bleeding continued to be therapeutic measures in American asylums along with the supervision and control of everyday behavior. American doctors felt threatened by the notion of an exclusively psychological treatment as advocated by Tuke. They insisted on the close connection between the mind and the body that required somatic treatment to cure mental ills.”
“Physicians had good personal and professional reasons for supporting the asylums. Unlike most medical practitioners, superintendents of mental hospitals had guaranteed salaries and living expenses. They were protected from the insecurities of those practicing medicine in the general market, which depended on fees for service. In addition they could explore novel ways of treatment on a captive population that could not readily complain or deny therapy.”
“Because a particularly controlled environment was considered essential to the cure, patients were separated by class, ethnicity, and except in parts of the South, by race... The best care in the mental hospitals went to native-born paying patients, with
indigent whites, immigrants, and blacks receiving the lowest quality of care.”
Lotions, potions, pills, and magic. Health care in early America by Elaine G. Breslaw
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Well this is my first fic so please let me know what you think and if you reblog please leave credit😊✨
🖇
Mac makes things out of paper clips all the time to help keep him calm and Maddy always makes sure the bowl in the war room is full so he can distract himself when he’s jittery.
one day they go to Phoenix HQ but maddy isn’t there cuz she’s dealing with a family emergency so she has someone filling in for a few weeks.
Mac, Riley, and, jack just got back from a pretty dangerous mission that required Mac to hang off the edge of a very tall building, which also meant he had been holding off a panic attack for the past six hours, and he also didn’t get to sleep on the plane.
When they get back to HQ mac reaches into the bowl to grab a handful of paper clips, but, whoever this new guy is, we’ll call him Shawn, pulls the bowl away before Mac can touch the paper clips.
It’s been about twenty minutes, Mac is shaking, and his chest is heaving, and jack can’t take it any longer.
He starts walking around the room, slowly moving towards the bowl of paper clips. Once he’s there, he grabs a small handful and slowly walks back over to Mac.
He hands the paper clips to Mac, and watches as mac’s shaky hands try to bend and reshape the small pieces of wire.
But it won’t work.
his hands are too sweaty and the clips keep slipping in his hands, and it’s making him frustrated, frustrated to the point where he’s starting to hyperventilate.
Jack notices and sits on the arm of Mac’s chair, he reaches over and starts combing his fingers through the hair at the back of mac’s head.
It works la little, but he’s still shaking, and now there’s tears streaming down his face.
Shawn is about to call him a cry baby when maddy suddenly pops up on the big screen,
“Oh hello Madd-”
“Shawn why is my best agent sitting in my war room shaking!?”
“He’s your best agent? Maddy you can’t be serious! he’s freaking out cuz I wouldn’t let him play with paper clips!”
“Everyone but jack and blondie, get out of the war room, and Riley, you’re in charge until I get back.”
Everyone starts leaving the room, and before closing the door Riley taps the window to frost the glass and give them some privacy. (But.... she hacks into the cameras in the war room and watches them)
Jack pulled Mac onto his feet and pulled him into a hug, Mac is hyperventilating and jack can feel his shoulder getting wet with tears from where Mac is resting his head on jack.
They stand there for a few minutes, jack combing his fingers through Mac’s hair seems to calm him down enough for him to fall asleep in jacks arms.
He lays Mac down on the couch and dims the lights before sitting in the chair next to him.
“Goodnight buddy.”
#macgyver fics#macgyver fear of heights#fear of heights#macgyver acrophobia#angus macgyver#macgyver#macgyver whump#panic attack
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Camping ||| NCT 127 & WayV x Reader
Start
Genre: Fluff, adventure, interactive choose-your-own-story
Overall Warning(s): References to alcohol use but nothing severe/dangerous, some foul language
Word Count: 1014
Ambience: here
AN: not all options are available yet because this is quite a big thing, but I need to get links available otherwise admin is going to become a nightmare
~~~
The night grew cold as if by the flip of a switch, the temperature drop encompassing the valley and drawing in a mild storm not far behind.
As soon as everyone had retreated to their tents after feeling the first flecks of rain, the wind rose, buffering the canvas sheets and biting at a loosened tether. Its high-tone crackle was just loud enough to prick at the ears, even through the noise that continued after.
After a couple of drinks prior, as well as several rowdy choruses of old 80s songs and tussles in the fresh grass, even as the rain picked up the many inhabitants continued to shout and call to one another. Some were cackling tipsily from far behind you, a couple were bickering somewhere off round the front, and before long came the inevitable loud whack from one of the furthest tents, with a cacophony of stifled laughter and whines to follow.
You meanwhile inhaled deeply, shutting out the noise and leaving it distant amongst the wind. It was a skill you had taken a while to learn, but had proven to be invaluable with just how much noise your friends were capable of making. Leaving the ruckus, you became mesmerised by the faint dapples of rain rippling across the dark skin of the tent, specks of shadows that made their staggered way out of the hazy spotlight, to merge with the void out of reach of the moon’s light.
The silvery glow from the celestial sister high above had been all that allowed you to see, dimly shimmering through the canvas and casting silhouettes upon your two friends, who despite the chaos outside, were snoring contently. But as the storm ushered in, bringing the brisk chill that only the damp air of a squall in the dimming summer could bring, the chalk dust face disappeared into the thick of the night, leaving little glow to the valley at all.
And that in turn left the only source of light being the occasional random torch arcs roaming like strobe lights from the tent next-door—otherwise, everything was pretty much painted of ink.
You couldn’t make out what your temporary neighbours were squabbling about over the wind, but it sounded like much more of a party than it did where you were.
When you had chosen your tent-mates you had expected to have stayed up all night, because surely, if they weren’t here, they would have been at frat parties dancing the dusk through to a waltz with dawn—but in a strange twist of fate here they were, after several drinks, crowned as the first to fall asleep.
Johnny, as soon as he pulled his blankets over him, was out like a light. He had led the charge earlier in the day, and had shown no signs of stopping, gleefully chasing the others around only to throw them over his shoulder when he inevitably caught them; his long strides had proved to be quite the unfair advantage, not that anyone could stop him from playing even if they wanted to.
None of that Johnny could be seen in his sleeping features now. With his strong arms scrunched at his chest while his plush lips squished into an unrequited kiss at his pillow, you hadn’t hesitated to take a photo of his precious face for blackmail later.
On the furthest mattress from you was Jaehyun, who had insisted on staying up a little longer. He’d gotten a lot more talkative the more he drank, though it meant it wasn’t long before he gave in too, his cheeks rosy from all of his indulgences despite your previous advice and gleaming eyes languidly blinking.
He’d passed out diagonally on top of his sleeping bag, one foot shot out at an angle that couldn’t be comfortable no matter how much you considered it, the other—now you thought of it, you had no clue where. It was as if the night had consumed it.
You meanwhile were perched bolt upright, staring into the dark aimlessly, completely unable to sleep. Perhaps it really was the noise that kept you from rest—you may have been used to their seemingly never-ending energy but the incessant clacking of the tent clip would be enough to drive even the most robust insane. Maybe it was the unfamiliar surroundings and the way the shadows pooled in the corners of the tent, too dark to even let the light of a flame escape.
Whatever it was, you found yourself unable to catch a wink of the sleep that the other two had succumbed to. You rationalised that they had stolen all the sleep available.
The small chuckle that had escaped you quickly died down however, as truly, you couldn’t believe your luck.
When you’d planned the trip you’d figured that the sun would rise before you slept, but this was what you’d received instead.
How had you ended up with the most boring tent?
Hearing another bout of raucous laughter from somewhere in the distance, and watching Johnny scrunch his nose in response to the increased volume of Jaehyun’s sudden snore, you decided it was time to take action.
Laying your options out before yourself, your eyes firstly settled on Johnny. You could wake him up, you supposed, to get some conversation at the very least. Alternatively, since he was such a nice person—and since you now began to consider how that wouldn’t be an option, because waking Johnny up had never proved to be any less than a nightmare—maybe you could try to at least hunker down with him. It would no doubt be comfortable, he kicked out a lot of heat after all.
Or, after catching Jaehyun mumble something intelligible from the other side of the tent once again, you could try and help him settle properly, especially since you could already hear the others eventually complaining about it when they finally decided to sleep.
That being said, you could also very much ignore both rational options and instead brave the poor weather outside to explore what the other tents had to offer.
What do you choose?
Try and get Johnny’s attention
Go check on Jaehyun
Venture out into the wilderness
~~~
AN: this is just a miniseries i thought i would start off with on a whim, bc ive always wanted to try something like this, and also i feel like my blog is dead bc of my creative fluctuations lately
(tw: mental health, madd) i wont bore people with the details of my mental health disorder, but its being a pain in quarantine for a variety of reasons, and it means my creative output is severely out of whack
basically, the proper long things (such as pirate ateez series, Love endings and such) that i promised are coming!
but please bear with me, my brain isnt in the right state to write them yet and i want them to be worthwhile, so this is what im trialling until it is
there is also no Dream bc it would make just too many options for me to cope with so im really sorry :(
if people like this sort of thing then i will do another which does include them in a different scenario
sorry, thank you, and i hope you enjoy playing along :)
Masterlist
(edited: July 15 2020)
#nct#nct 127#nct x reader#nct 127 x reader#nct fluff#nct 127 fluff#nct imagines#nct 127 imagines#nct interactive story#nct 127 interactive story#nct drabbles#nct 127 drabbles#nct x reader fluff#nct 127 x reader fluff#wayv#wayv x reader#wayv fluff#wayv imagines#wayv interactive story#wayv drabbles#wayv x reader fluff#wayv fic#nct fic#nct 127 fic#nct scenario#nct 127 scenario#wayv scenario#wayv scenario fluff#nct scenario fluff
62 notes
·
View notes
Text
Head of MADD Canada calls on Nova Scotia premier to take action against drunk driving
The head of Mothers Against Drunk Driving Canada says Nova Scotia Premier Iain Rankin's apology Monday for an impaired driving conviction in 2003 must be followed up with action on the issue.
Andrew Murie, CEO of MADD Canada, says Rankin should follow the examples of Saskatchewan Premier Scott Moe and former B.C. premier Gordon Campbell, both of whom responded to drunk driving charges by taking a leadership role on the file.
In March 2003, Campbell was premier of British Columbia when he pleaded no contest to a drunk driving charge in Hawaii, following his roadside arrest two months earlier in Maui.
Murie said he was with Campbell when the Liberal premier later met with the victims of drunk drivers and committed to do more to deal with impaired drivers.
Last October, Moe was in the middle of a provincial election campaign when he revealed he had been charged with impaired driving and leaving the scene of an accident when he was 20 -- but he said the 1994 charges were later stayed.
Murie said the premiers of Saskatchewan and B.C. both took decisive action to reduce drunk driving after the charges were made public -- and Murie said Rankin should do the same.
"We're definitely looking for some leadership on the issue," Murie said in an interview Tuesday. "It's one thing to say, 'I'm sorry.' But can you actually put some of those words into action?"
On Monday, Rankin, 38, confirmed he was convicted of drunk driving in 2003 and was cleared of a second drunk driving charge in 2005. The premier made the announcement as speculation mounted about a provincial election call.
Rankin told reporters Monday he wanted to disclose his run-ins with the law because his office had received inquiries that morning about the previous cases.
The premier confirmed he was fined and his licence was suspended in 2003 for driving while impaired, and that he was charged two years later with the same offence but was declared "innocent."
He called his actions "selfish" and said he was "very, very sorry" for his behaviour.
Rankin said that when he first ran for office, he disclosed the incidents to former premier Stephen McNeil, and that he informed the Liberal party about them when he ran for leader and won in February.
"I moved on with my life, but it is known in my community where I grew up, in Timberlea-Prospect, and among all my friend groups," Rankin said of the charges. "Whenever I was asked, I never shied away (from discussing) that very poor decision I made."
This report by The Canadian Press was first published July 6, 2021.
from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/3hkIXaJ
2 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
mega-deepestkingbanana
제목 없음
agentryuki
@captn3
viv-weylin
qpp ghostkicks & aromantic shilo bathroy truther
afriendlyboat
Friendly Boat
harlowcomehome
Let’s Make A Genre.