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prismatic-bell · 1 year

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SO YOU WANT TO HELP THE RAILWAY WORKERS: A CHECKLIST

If you don't know what I'm talking about, here's a news article.

This is a shitty, shitty situation, and unfortunately we're in a position where all we can do is make it less shitty. BUT. WE HAVE THE POWER TO DO THAT.

Grab that phone and your unlimited data plan, because we're about to flood some phone lines, babes. Start by texting "Sign PZPAKG" to 50409 to sign the action letter written by Resistbot. Once you've done that, reblog this post (if I see more likes than reblogs on this post I'm gonna shit lead) because there are links in here and Tumblr search will eat it, and this will only work if we get a ton of eyeballs on it.

First, you'll want this link, which lists all 100 State Senators. (If you live in Massachussetts or Rhode Island, skip down to "Ready to do more?" Don't call your Senators yet.) Yes, I'm aware this webpage looks like it was made in 2006, I'm extremely sorry (your tax dollars at work), but you do what you gotta. You're going to start by looking up the Senators from your state. This site will direct you to their official webpages. Look for "locations," not "contact," because most of them use email contact forms as a first line of contact these days. You want phone numbers. You should find at least two--one in Washington, DC and one in your state's capitol. (Some may have more than one in-state. I know here in AZ Kelly and Sinema have both a Phoenix and Tucscon office, and Kelly also has one on the Navajo Nation.)

Pick one, it doesn't matter which. Call it. You may get either a staffer or a voicemail. (If it's voicemail, listen carefully to the prompts. If it says voicemail is full, go back and try the other phone number.) Staffers are pretty friendly, but can occasionally seem a little disconnected or brusque. If that's the case, it is not you--your call's probably been routed through a switchboard and they're experiencing lag. Don't worry about it, just say your bit.

HERE IS THE SCRIPT I USED THIS MORNING: "My name is [legal name] and I'm a constituent of Senator [name]'s from [my town]. I'm calling in support of the railway unions in light of this frankly extremely bad deal they're being asked to accept. If railway workers are so important to our economy that Congress can get involved, then they're important enough to deserve paid sick time. I'd like to encourage the Senator to vote NO on any bill that doesn't provide railway union workers with at least seven days of paid sick time."

Total time elapsed for me doing this: about five minutes.

OKAY. READY TO DO MORE? Some Senators have already signed an open letter saying they're in support of providing sick time to railway union members. Those Senators are Bernie Sanders from Vermont, Kirsten Gillibrand from New York, Tammy Baldwin from Wisconsin, Cory Booker from New Jersey, Sherrod Brown from Ohio, Ed Markey and Elizabeth Warren from Massachusetts, Jeff Merkley from Oregon, Alex Padilla from Callifornia, and Jack Reed and Sheldon Whitehouse from Rhode Island. Give them a call next. HERE'S THE SCRIPT I'VE BEEN USING: "My name is [legal name]. I'm actually an Arizona resident, but I wanted to thank Senator [name] for supporting sick time for railway union members. I was really disappointed to hear President Biden basically decided to get involved in union-busting and I'm glad to hear the Senator is on labor's side. Please encourage them to stay the course and get that sick leave pushed through." If you're from Massachusetts or Rhode Island, feel free to say something about how you're glad your state is standing up for labor when you're calling your own Senators on that list. You can say that to any Senator on this list if they happen to be yours, obviously, it's just definitely got even more of an impact if you're already a constituent.

OKAY. WANT TO KEEP GOING?

I've got one more assignment for you. This is the list of committee members for the Committee on Health, Education, Labor, and Pensions. There are ten of them and some of them overlap with phone calls you've already made, so you're almost done. If you look at the script below and then look at the committee members and go "you think Republicans give a shit about this?," I am begging you to at least call Lisa Murkowski and Mitt Romney. Yes, the majority of the Republican Party is a nuclear trashfire. Yes, they're Republicans. But if you said "Nina, you have to go to dinner with six Senate members and three of them have to be Republicans," my picks would be Murkowski, Romney, and Liz Cheney. We might actually be able to make a dent in Murkowski and Romney if we try hard enough, and yes, "try" is important here. Fuck Yoda and his do-or-do-not bullshit, if activists in this country only went for sure things we'd still have chattel slavery and no votes for women. YOU GOTTA GET UP AND TRY.

SO HERE'S YOUR SCRIPT FOR THE COMMITTEE MEMBERS.

"My name is [name]. I'm calling because Senator [name] is a member of the Committee on Health, Education, Labor, and Pensions. I'd like to encourage him/her as a Committee member to lead by example in this current situation with the railway unions, and vote NO on any bill that does not provide railway workers with at least seven days of paid sick leave. I'm sure Senator [name]'s position on this committee has given them plenty of examples to know a healthy and organized labor force is far better for our economy than a sick and demoralized one."

GO BLOW UP THE PHONE LINES LIKE YOU'RE GUY FAWKES UNDER PARLIAMENT. The railway workers have had our backs all through Covid. It's high time we had theirs.

#politics #direct action #grassroots #unions #this is what all those words mean by the way

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servantofthefates · 7 months

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How to Predict Sports Matches with Tarot

STEP 1: Research the athletes.

Look at their photos. Know their nationality, age and zodiac sign. If it is a team sport, observe their logos and uniforms. Note the colors and symbols.

STEP 2: Analyze their personality.

Watch or read their interviews. Find out who is humble and who is arrogant, who plays fair and who cheats. Like Santa, make a nice and naughty list.

STEP 3: Phrase your question.

Ask a this or that question, not a yes or no.

WRONG: “Is Athlete 1 going to win against Athlete 2?”

RIGHT: “Who will win, Athlete 1 or Athlete 2?”

STEP 4: Explain your intentions.

Tarot does not like to be abused, so this is not for meaningless gambling. While shuffling, explain your curiosity. Have you been an NBA fan since you were a kid? Is this boxer the pride of your country? If tarot sees you are invested emotionally, it will answer you truthfully.

STEP 5: Do the full Celtic Cross.

Draw the usual ten cards, plus an eleventh from the bottom of the deck. For our purposes, only four matter: the immediate future, the environment, the final outcome, and the card at the bottom. In the next step, consider only these.

STEP 6: Find the athletes.

Physical Appearance

Let’s use tennis as an example. Tsitsipas has long, wavy hair that can look brown or blonde depending on the light. Thiem has short, straight, brown hair that can photograph as black. So if you see The Chariot with his long, wavy locks, that is Tsitsipas. If the Three of Wands appears with his straight, dark hair, that is Thiem.

Nationality

Thiem is Austrian. Tsitsipas is Greek. The flag of Austria is white and red. So if The Judgement card appears, with the white and red flag on its trumpet, that points to Thiem. The flag of Greece is white and blue. So if you see The High Priestess in her robes of white and blue, that points to Tsitsipas.

Age

At the time I first posted this, Tsitsipas was 21. Thiem was 26. Either way, one remains younger than the other. So if you see a Page, that is a vote for Tsitsipas. A Knight, for Thiem.

Zodiac Sign

Thiem is a Virgo Sun. Tsitsipas is a Leo Sun. They both have an Aries Moon, so The Emperor could not tell us anything. But The Hermit, The Magician and the Knight of Pentacles would be Thiem. While Strength, The Sun and the King of Wands would be Tsitsipas.

Personality

Both Tsitsipas and Thiem are “nice”. So here, personality does not really matter. But to show you how it works, Mike Tyson would be branded “naughty”, thanks to that time he bit Evander Holyfield’s ear off. The Devil, the violent Knight of Swords, and the thieving Seven of Swords could all represent him.

Team Logo

Say the Miami Heat has a match against the Chicago Bulls. Miami Heat’s logo is a flaming ball, which is what The Sun is too. And the Bulls’ logo is well, a bull, which is the symbol of Taurus. So The Hierophant or the King of Pentacles showing up would spell a win for this team.

STEP 7: Make your prediction.

The more cards for an athlete or team, the more evidence of their win.

But what if the cards were not so clear? That is why we drew the full Celtic Cross spread. Do the previous step again, but look at all the other cards instead.

Don’t worry — watching the game will still be thrilling. Actually, seeing your prediction unfolding makes it even more exciting!

#Tarot #Tarot spreads #Tarot tips #Witch tips #servantofthefates #Witchblr #Fortunetelling #Divination #All About Tarot

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aingeal98 · 3 months

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So many deeply stupid arguments are emerging from people who are supposed to be more enlightened than conservatives and tankies like it's genuinely brain breaking.

It's "Support the lesser evil" when it comes to American politics and voting a man complicit in funding and aiding genocide against someone who would continue to do so but with more open racism, but it's ignore the lesser evil argument when it comes to Hamas or the Houthis. You have to call them evil terrorists and if you acknowledge any context or even analyse their motives you are evil and support them because they only exist to hurt me personally and they want nothing but western blood. Ignore how Israeli leaders have more blood on their hands than all of Hamas combined. Ignore the active genocide. Ignore the Houthis (who yes are evil) explicitly saying why they chose to do a blockade and how the west can stop it. You can't acknowledge a lesser evil in this situation because they're brown and not part of our civilised western democracies. It's evil vs evil but one is actively committing a genocide and one is trying to push governments into stopping it.

"But the Houthis are evil! They don't care about Gaza!" The West did not bomb the Houthis because they're evil. They don't care about the Houthis antisemitism or anything else they do to Yemen. They bombed them because the Houthis hijacked ships in order to disrupt trade, and have stated that they have done so in order to stop the genocide in Gaza. Because all the West cares about is it's capitalist system and violently enforcing it. Bombing them instead of trying to stop the genocide means that in this situation you have handed the moral high ground to the fucking Houthis. In this specific situation aka the genocide of Palestinians, the Houthis are the lesser evil to the democratic west's Trump. Congrats to the governments who took part in that. Great look.

"You can't afford to play purity politics against Trump!" You are demanding that people who are having their family murdered as we speak shut up and vote for the man who is arming and supporting the fascist who is doing the killing. You are saying their families are acceptable sacrifices to save your own skin. There is no good option here but the smug righteousness makes you disgusting to me. At least acknowledge what you're actually asking for instead of being a complete moral coward.

"Silly leftists, Bibi hates Biden!" Yes! He does! And yet Biden will still grovel and tank his own support and bypass congress to send arms to a fascist who hates him and wishes he was Trump, because Biden's support for western imperialism is stronger than his own dignity as well as his concern for his voters. How is this an actual argument I've seen people make. Netanyahu hating Biden doesn't mean shit if Biden won't stop licking his boots and trying to prove he can be just as supportive of fascists as Trump!

Biden did a lot of good with domestic policy and with Ukraine. He and his government are also supporting a genocide and if you deny that at this point there is no hope for you to be considered a serious person. People understand why Trump supporters insist he did nothing wrong and people understand why you do the same for Biden.

Like just. Cop on.

#I'm not even saying don't vote for him. Do what you want. I'm just in awe of the smug callousness and warhawk behaviour #From liberals and centrists. They're turning into never trump republicans so quickly it's alarming.#And they always try and frame it with leftist language too #Saving the world and gay/women's rights by supporting Mr Genocide McFascistLover

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gentil-minou · 4 months

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hi! I hope you’re doing ok! I’ve never written an ask before so I have no idea how to do this, but you’re one of the only people I follow who is posting about Palestine, so I wanted to ask. And as a brown person I’m really worried rn.

Elections are next year and I’ve seen so many saying that people should vote for Biden because he’s at least better than Trump which is… I don’t know what to say, but it’s completely absurd. This is going to be my first time voting and all I get from people is the same “lesser of two evils” rhetoric. It’s genuinely disheartening to see that these are the only options that are shown to people. I was wondering about what you think of what’s happening, and whether voting third party seems possible

I’m sorry if this was rude to ask you, but thanks for taking the time to read this!

It's not rude, I'm glad I made you feel safe enough to ask this!

I only have one answer for you: Do not let anyone tell you who to vote for or make you feel like an evil person if you choose not to vote for the person they want you to.

Vote, definitely vote!!! Especially in local elections, those are the best ways to get people you want in power and they are in charge of a lot of important changes.

As for the presidential elections, I've had so many people I thought I admired or at least felt comfortable around attack me for my choice not to vote for Biden. I've had people claim I was spreading "pro-Trump propaganda" (which is just ridiculously bad faith in all ways), tell me that I—a queer POC—am anti-LGBTQ, and tell me I'll be deported.

They do this all while ignoring and invalidating the very real anger and hurt the Muslim and Brown populations of the US are dealing with, all because their comfort is being threatened. And instead of pressuring the party that's doing that harm and try to listen to why we feel so betrayed by Biden, they double down and attack us. In fact, they are showing their true colors. They, like Biden, only ever pretended to care about us. So I am going to vote for people who actually do care about me, even if they say I'm going to "waste my vote"

Here's the thing; as long as you vote for who you feel the most supported by, as long as you go into that voting booth and step out feeling good about your vote, then you are not wasting it.

Putting this under a read more cause it's getting long

Personally, I'm voting third party. I've had my eye on the Socialist Party but am also keeping an eye out for the others and whether or not they stand out to me

At this point, unless the DNC decides to put another candidate forward, which they most definitely won't, the Democratic party has lost me forever. I'm lucky that my Dem representative has at least shown they're on the right side of history, but I don't think I will ever vote for the Dem party again. I've forced myself to do it for the last decade and I've been disappointed or betrayed every time, so no more.

I agree this two party system is a joke and we are all being made to be a part of it when no other democratic nation has something like this. Even other countries say our "progressive" party is just centrist. And that just doesn't reflect my values.

Liberals and "vote blue no matter who" are going to tell you that you're wasting your vote by voting third party, but in actuality they are the ones supporting a flawed system that only benefits itself, not the people. The more people who vote third party, the more the dems will be pressured to put forth progressive candidates like AOC or Rashida who are actually on the left. By voting third party, you are saying you won't stand by a broken system any longer

does this mean Republicans might win and we get another trump administration? Yes, probably, but here's the thing: when you look at the last 3 years, and I mean really look at it, have things improved all that much under biden? I, as a queer poc can't say that it has. Both are evil, one just pretends not to be. At this point I see no difference between Trump and Biden. Both don't give a shit about me.

The lesser of 2 evils is still evil, why vote for them? Why would I vote for either of them?

Why would I reward anyone who support genocide and cheers for it? Both Trump and Biden openly do. Their only difference is Biden is a better actor.

If my people were the ones being slaughtered (and they were. For a long long time they were), would I be okay with sitting back and letting these parties walk all over me? No, I don't think I would be.

The fact of the matter is that change does not come fast or easy. These things take time and pressure and a refusal to give in. Voting for Biden after all the horrible things he's done the past couple years is just rewarding a system that is fundamentally broken. You can keep trying to chug along on a broken wheel hurtling you towards doom, or you can take the time to force it to change.

I do believe the younger vote has a big chance to change things, to pressure our government to actually support its people, not just the white ones with money.

Ultimately you get to decide who to vote for. Use your right to vote, don't ignore it and don't waste it by voting for someone you don't actually believe in.

#asked and answered #Anonymous #reminder that anon hate gets blocked by the way please just unfollow me and go on with your life so i can go on with mine #joe biden #free palestine #us politics

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qqueenofhades · 2 years

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do you think the odds are in the dems’ favor to keep the house and the senate? i worry both houses are gonna flip red bc of all the focus on immigration and inflation right now…

It depends. There has been focus on both immigration and inflation, yes, but that's not the full story. The immigration narrative took a bit of a turn after DeSatan shipped a planeload of migrants to Martha's Vineyard and they're now (rightly) suing the shit out of him for kidnapping and human trafficking, and it's not really a major talking point at the moment outside of Fox News and the other bastions of right-wing drum-pounding that always discover a Big Scary Caravan of Brown People!! heading for America right when they need to distract from something terrible that the Republicans did. Inflation, although still high, is coming down, and gas prices are WAY down (over $2+) from their stratospheric May-June highs.

Additionally, this is in no way a regular midterm year (where we could expect significant losses for the incumbent president's party). There was that little thing where an illegitimate right-wing SCOTUS overturned women's basic bodily autonomy, and all the actual elections we have had since, including in deeply or traditionally red districts, have showed Democrats WAY overperforming, including topping Biden's margins vs. Trump in 2020. This is not a foolproof indicator, but it has been consistent, and it shows that there is absolutely a lot of rage (as there should be) over the Roe decision. Pro-choice people, and even people who are traditionally moderate/more conservative but are among the 60%+ of Americans who support abortion rights (I don't know why that number isn't higher, but then, this country is often a theocratic libertarian nightmare, so.... yeah), are strikingly more likely to vote for Democrats. The Republicans tried for 50 years to overturn Roe, and now they're trying to backpedal, minimize, or equivocate it, rather than proudly running on it as a campaign strategy. If it really was so popular, you think they would? But even blood-red Kansas voted overwhelmingly to keep abortion legal, so they're trying to spin it both ways.

This isn't to say that there aren't significant headwinds and steep odds, because there are. The crazies are motivated to vote to avenge the disgrace of their God-King Trump, the fascists smell power after they were beaten last time, and if Democratic voters don't get to the polls in equal or greater numbers, we're going to be in a very bad spot. I said this in 2016 and I said this in 2020, and I'm saying it again now: I do not care if you think you are as morally pure as the driven snow and there is no way you could ever sully yourself to vote for a flawed human institution like the Democratic Party. You still have to do it. There is no safe Republican or non-Democratic candidate to vote for in the 2022 midterms. Nor can you act as if you personally are exempt from the project of staving off full-on theocratic fascism for the rest of us, or that you will somehow magically escape the consequences of its imposition. I will not hear or tolerate any stupid arguments on this. If you are one of the people who reflexively whines BUT BIDEN/THE DEMOCRATS HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING, or BOTH PARTIES ARE THE SAME!!!, I beg, BEG you to get out of the leftist social media misinformation chamber and find out what, in fact, they HAVE done (and what the other guys want to do). If the only political opinions you're hearing or ever seek out are those that already reinforce your profoundly skewed VOTING IS BAD AND I AM PERFECT conviction, there is something very, very wrong.

Doing morally good politics is not, as the Tumblr leftists like to think, a matter of opening a book, selecting all the most Morally Pure positions on paper, and immediately discarding any person who doesn't fully embody all of them (i.e. everyone). It is making the most moral choice that prevents the most harm, and right now, the Republicans are off-the-ranch crazy and harmful. If they get the House back, they have promised to spend all their time on trying to send Dr. Fauci to jail, impeaching Biden and Garland, "avenging" Trump, passing a national abortion ban, and other nonsense revenge-driven fascist cosplay. I'm not making this up, they have said it very clearly and repeatedly. There will be absolutely no progress on further legislation (including the Electoral Count Act which is meant to prevent further coups of the type that we saw on January 6, among others). They don't even care that any of this is unlikely to actually succeed. They will rip apart the country, sow division and hate, and put on revenge-spectacle nonsense all the way to 2024. They won't even try to solve any of the problems that matter to anyone, and they will make them all worse.

I think the odds are currently better for Democrats to hold the Senate, as they have to defend a relatively few number of seats while there are more GOP seats up for grabs, and the Republicans are running such an utterly terrible crop of losers that what works for the loonies in the primary is having trouble appealing to the general electorate. The House is more of a tossup and will rely on turnout in individual states. And on that note: if you are an American citizen over the age of 18, check your registration. Check it now. If you live in a state where the Republicans have rammed through restrictive voting laws, make sure you know what those are, so you aren't disqualified on a technicality. If you are registered in a state other than the one where you currently live, update your registration or make arrangements to receive an absentee ballot. Know when you need to return it for it to be counted. DO IT NOW. THE MIDTERMS ARE BARELY MORE THAN A MONTH AWAY.

Thank.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts #public service announcements by me

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sissa-arrows · 3 months

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One of the most disgusting aspects of white supremacy is the way people will pity & infantilize Joe Biden but shrug at the 13,000 Palestinian children he murdered. It never stops being disturbing how people see more humanity in someone like Joe Biden than they do in themselves or others. It��s a product of conditioning & colonialism. We are conditioned to value the ruling white elite over our own lives & to submit to all their violences.

Same thought process that makes them post long ass messages being like “We didn’t agree but he was a good man” and “celebrating his death is vile” when a white supremacists like Biden actually die. At the end of the day they are convinced that white people’s confort is worth more than any amount of Brown, Black or Asian lives.

It’s also a similar thought process when people with racist parents go out of their way to date a person of color just to present them to their parents and to anger them WITHOUT warning them partner at any point. When they do that they make themselves feel better “look I’m different from my racist family” while completely disregarding the safety and comfort of their partner. Their own “feel good” moment is worth more in their eyes than the safety of their partner (Yes it’s a thing in France to date North Africans specifically so you can present them to your racist Islamophobic parents… it’s not a straight people thing I’ve seen lesbian with racist, homophobic parents doing it but it does seem to be more of a white women thing)

For us one life is a life. But the vast majority of white people even those on the left only care about Brown and/or Black lives once an arbitrary threshold different for each individual is reached.

You can see it when they put in doubt the number of Palestinian deaths it’s not an attempt to defend Israel as much as it is an attempt to absolve themselves because they know that over 30000 people is past the threshold for most people. You can see it when they talk about Israel’s answer being “disproportionate” admitting in the process that they would be okay with the situation if less people were killed. If you only insist on the disproportionate aspect of the “answer” you’re implying that this genocide is an answer to October 7th which implies it started in October 7th and you’re implying the occupation, apartheid, murders and colonialism that predate October 7th were okay.

Same thought process with the whole “lesser of two evils” voting thing. The lesser of two evils is only a lesser evil for white people’s confort. Because at the end of the day it’s all about white people wanting to feel comfortable and their comfort being worth more than our lives.

#white supremacy #politics #white privileges #US politics #ask

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chaosintheavenue · 2 years

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Fallout Opinion Survey- Results!

Thank you so much to all those who took part! We had 421 usable responses in total :D

One quick note- the nature of the data this time around means that most of the auto-generated charts are usable as they are, which does mean this post will be very image-heavy. I’d be very appreciative if someone who knows how to write image descriptions for charts could add them on!

Without further ado, let’s get into the results...

The Basics:

Favourite DLC:

Dead Money- 115 (...nice) Old World Blues- 94 Far Harbor- 76 Lonesome Road- 53 Nuka World- 27 Point Lookout- 17 Honest Hearts- 11 The Pitt- 9 Mothership Zeta- 7 Automatron- 3 Operation Anchorage- 3 Broken Steel- 2 Vault-Tec Workshop- 1

Favourite faction:

Followers of the Apocalypse- 146 Railroad- 62 Minutemen- 45 NCR- 23 Kings- 22 Brotherhood of Steel (all chapters combined)- 20 Yes Man/Wildcard Courier- 18 Great Khans- 14 Enclave- 10 Caesar's Legion- 8 Raiders (76, Nuka World and general combined)- 8 Institute- 6 Chairmen- 5 Unity- 4 Atom Cats- 3 Mr House- 3 Boomers- 3 Freeside- 2 Responders- 2 Children of Atom- 2 Ghoul settlements in general- 2 Hubologists- 2 Tunnel Snakes- 2 And the list of those with one vote each: The Family, Think Tank, Reaver Movement, Ciphers, Broken Hills, Powder Gangers, Reilly's Rangers, Acadia, Goodneighbor, Underworld, White Glove Society, Omertas, Jacobstown, post-Legion Ulysses, Cult of the Mothman, 80s, and talking Deathclaws from Fallout 2

Favourite companion:

Arcade Gannon- 75 Nick Valentine- 53 Hancock- 39 Veronica- 38 Deacon- 30 ED-E- 26 Raul- 23 Boone- 22 MacCready- 13 Christine Royce- 12 Dogmeat (all)- 11 Fawkes- 10 Preston Garvey- 10 Charon- 9 Rex- 9 Butch Deloria- 8 Goris- 8 Cait- 7 Danse- 7 Piper- 7 Lily- 6 Marcus- 6 Rose of Sharon Cassidy- 6 Curie- 5 Porter Gage- 4 Dean Domino- 4 X6-88- 3 Strong- 3 Ulysses- 3 RL-3- 3 Ian- 2 Dog/God- 2 Codsworth- 2 Joshua Graham- 2 Old Longfellow- 2 Lenny- 2 Ada- 2 And the 'list of ones': Tycho, Katja, Follows-Chalk, Sydney

The Lore:

(other titles specifically mentioned in the final question: Metro and Doom)

Characters headcanoned as synths: The Sole Survivor (by far the most common theory), Sturges, Deacon, Preston Garvey, the Lone Wanderer in Broken Steel, James/Dad, Dogmeat, Three Dog, Parker Quinn, Charon, Courier Six, Tinker Tom, Zeke, Arthur Maxson, Father/older Shaun, Piper, Travis Miles, Mysterious Stranger, Caesar ('cause funny'), Joshua Graham, most Children of Atom, Desdemona, Myrna, Marcy Long, Mr Burke, Vault 76 Overseer, Trashcan Carla, Cricket, many BoS and Enclave members, Reaver Movement members, Redeye, Moira Brown, Dr Zimmer, Ranger Ghost, most birds, Arcade Gannon, Elijah, Lizzie Wyatt, Kellogg, Mama Murphy, Nat Wright, and Sierra Petrovita

(please note I'm not all that familiar with Fallout 4 lore, if any of the FO4 peeps here are canon synths then I didn't know about it lol)

Fan theories/headcanons from the final question that cropped up repeatedly (in approximate order of popularity):

Vault-Tec started the Great War

Alien involvement with the pre-war US government and/or the Great War

Horses are still around

Talking Deathclaws are still around

Occult/eldritch influence (e.g. the Dunwich building) is widespread

Charon is a survivor of Vault 92

Deacon is a founder of the Railroad and his 'real' backstory was another lie

Veronica and Christine reunite

Sarah Lyons is alive

Gen 3 synths and ghouls still need to eat, drink, sleep and so on

Ghouls only turn feral in specific circumstances (suggestions include prolonged isolation and relying too heavily on radiation instead of food as a source of energy) and it is not inevitable

International travel and immigration continues

Danse and Harkness were sent to the Capital Wasteland by the Railroad together

X person is actually multiple people- suggested for Deacon, Legate Lanius and Vulpes Inculta

The US is the either the only place that was nuked or the only place that hasn't rebuilt and recovered, and the rest of the world is just ignoring them and carrying on as normal

Cass is the Chosen One's daughter

Mama Murphy is the Chosen One

No-Bark Noonan is the Chosen One (lots of Chosen One theories popping up lol)

All subsequent Dogmeats in the series are named after the legend of the original Dogmeat

Father is not really Shaun

MacCready is lying about Duncan being ill (or one person even suggested Duncan existing)

Yes Man overthrows the Courier after being upgraded

The real Lone Wanderer died at the end of the vanilla game even if Broken Steel is installed, and the Broken Steel LW is a synth

Deacon once worked for the Institute

Deacon deliberately leads people to theorise that he is the Lone Wanderer to throw them off

Deacon is or was once a ghoul (also plenty of Deacon theories)

The Mysterious Stranger is a time traveller who protects the various PCs to maintain the timeline

Appalachia was turned into a barren wasteland by the nuclear trigger-happiness of the Vault 76 Dwellers (possibly interesting aside: my brother, who buys into this one, has gone as far as to theorise that the original Great War used very low-yield weapons and wasn't that severe on the environmental level (as far as literal nuclear war goes, that is), and it was the Vault 76ers nuking the hell out of Appalachia that triggered a continent-wide nuclear winter and sent the ecology of the wasteland into the state it's in in all subsequent games)

Glory is not a synth

The (in-game) reason for lore clashes and retcons is that the plot of each game is a retelling of the story as it's passed around in the wasteland, so some details have been embellished or mixed up

I’ll be coming back to the theories from the final question at some point, but aside from that, that's a wrap! There isn't really much potential for me to play around with the data here like with the OC surveys, so this was more just me presenting the data as it came in without commentary. Still, I hope this is somehow interesting/insightful!

#fallout #survey #this was a bit all over the place lol #but as I said there's not much actual analysis I can do with this data

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irrealisms · 11 months

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okay I have actually voted margay properly in a poll I hadn't already voted in this time. #MargaySweep. Anyway can you write me something about my guy ghostbur. If you want. - Blocksgame Orpheus

okay so this is. very arguably ghostbur. have it anyway. woe! n2n au be upon ye. if this is not ghostbur enough for you lmk and i'll write something else. we did lose in the polls but we did our best which is what matters (copium) also we got second which is NOT BAD! thank you for supporting #margaysweep @blocksgame

Phil drives him home from the hospital. This makes sense; it's embarrassing, obviously, that he hasn't moved out, but it also makes sense, right, for the type of guy to end up in a psych ward for four weeks. For the type of guy Wilbur was.

He's-- pretty sure he still knows who he is, who he was. His name is Wilbur Soot. He doesn't remember how he ended up in the hospital--he can see the stitched-up wounds on his wrists, but he doesn't remember them--but Dr. Mitchell said that some memory loss is normal with ECT, and not something to be too concerned about. He said there are two types of memory loss: anterograde memory loss, where you can't form new memories, and retrograde memory loss, where you lose your old memories. He said sometimes people struggle with anterograde memory right after ECT, waking up confused, that Wilbur is one of them, but over the course of two months anterograde memory is actually more likely to improve after ECT. (Wilbur does not remember waking up confused, does not remember waking up at all, but he has no reason not to believe him.) Dr. Mitchell also said that retrograde memory loss with ECT tends to apply to events up to a few months before the ECT, that it's usually minor, and that it sometimes comes back with prompting or time.

On the drive home, Phil gives him a jacket. It's brown. "Sorry, they wouldn't let me bring it earlier because of the strings," Phil says, voice sympathetic.

Wilbur stares at it in his lap and does not recognize it. He doesn't like it, he thinks, as he unfolds it, notes the darker stains on the sleeves. It must be his; it's worn and stained, in a way Phil wouldn't tolerate from anyone else. Still, he doesn't like it. The fabric is rough, in comparison to his sweater. He refolds it, puts it on the floor of the car, and stares out the window.

"We're home," Phil says, which is weird, because Wilbur doesn't recognize the house. They--must have moved, in the past few months? And he doesn't remember. Maybe that's even why things happened the way they did. Dr. Mitchell said that it's common for people to end up in the hospital during times of stress and change. Before Wilbur can really process anything, the door is open. He takes off his shoes at the door, automatically, like he's done it a thousand times before. Maybe he has.

A skinny red-headed teenager wearing a black baseball cap meets him at the door. "Wow. You look great," he says.

"Thank you," Wilbur replies, because even if he's confused, it's still a compliment. "And you are...?"

#my writing #any british ants in the chat?

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multistanisms · 1 month

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Family Day Part One | Shadowhunters

FANDOM: Shadowhunters

PAIRING: Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane

WORD COUNT: 1107

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: Family Day at the Institute is the one day Alec always hates; mainly because his father is a politician with impossible standards for his children and an especially high disappointment for his eldest son. This year is troublesome, because not only is his little sister there, but he’s got an obvious crush on his roommate that will no doubt come into question. Until Isabelle decides that he and Magnus faking being together is the best course of action.

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Family day.

Alec had stayed in the dorm for the better part of the morning, ignoring what little noise he could hear. Parents coming to see their kids and ask about them and see the classes and the campus in a more knowledgeable setting. Alec wasn't holding his breath. He was leaning back against the arm of the couch, silent and watching tv, when the door opened and Magnus came in, followed by Isabelle. Alec arched a brow as his sister looked less than put together. Which actually meant she was overly put together. “Izzy?”

“Mom and Dad are coming.” Izzy said quickly, fingers fiddling with the high collar of her midnight blue dress.

“What?!” Alec sat up, legs swinging off the couch as he watched his sister, blue eyes widening. The commotion was enough to get Magnus’ attention from where he was beginning to cook (the plan they’d made weeks ago when Family Day had been announced), and he turned towards the startled sound in Alec's voice.

“Alexander?” He asked, concern in his voice as the siblings looked at him. “What's wrong?”

Alec ran a hand over his face and through his hair. “Our parents are coming.”

“Why? I thought they basically didn’t talk to the two of you anymore.” Magnus felt thrown off for a moment.

“Dad did, which makes it hard to talk to mom. Because of him, she haven't said a word to me since I told them I was going to follow what I wanted.”

“And refusing to marry Lydia so publicly.” Isabelle replied, giving a proud little smile.

“Lydia wanted to marry someone else. I wasn't going to let our parents, no, our dad, take that from her.” Alec retorted, making Magnus smile.

“So why would they come here now?” Magnus asked, wanting to know.

“It probably has absolutely nothing to do with wanting to see us.” Alec assured. “Fifty dollars says it’s all just for show.” The resigned tone in his voice made Izzy bite her lip nervously.

“Dad must be going for re-election.” She added with a quiet sigh and a clearly resigned nod, moving to sit down on the couch next to Alec. Ebony hair fell over her shoulder as she ran slender fingers through her ponytail. “Which means he wants the younger age bracket votes.”

“And he thinks that using his own kids will fix that?” Magnus asked, clearly unhappy by the idea of it. “That's ridiculous!”

“It isn't so much about Izzy as it is putting on a show with me as his little puppet.” Alec said, his jaw tense as he stared at his hands.

“Pardon?” Magnus asked. “Why would one of you be more important than the other?”

“Making a show of supporting Alec after the hell dad caused last campaign would make him look better to younger voters given the current big issues.” Izzy answered. “When Alec came out last year, people supported him while our dad disowned him. It makes it hard for us to have a decent conversation with mom because of it.” She watched Magnus take in the information, his dark eyes pondering. When a spark lit in those pretty brown hues, she arched a brow. “What is going through that head of yours, Magnus?”

“Why not invite them for dinner?” Magnus asked, giving a smirk. “We can test his resolve to putting on a show.”

“IT would be nice to see how well his acting is,” Alec replied, chuckling.

“How exactly are we gonna do that? It’s not like Alec has a boyfriend.” Izzy countered, but as she said it, she gave a grin. “Oh my god, yes. Magnus, you could pretend to be Alec’s boyfriend.”

Having his initial idea derailed by the enthusiasm from his roommate’s sister, he blinked a little. “Uhm...Isabelle…”

“No, no, it’s perfect!” Izzy said, clapping a little. “I’ll invite them over, you two get ready!” That being said, she was up and out, in much better spirits than her arrival just minutes before. There was a terribly awkward silence between the young men as they stood there.

“Alec, I didn’t mean-”

“No, I know. Izzy kind of gets ideas and takes off with them.” Alec interrupted him, blushing a little even though he didn’t really like when Magnus called him Alec these days. Magnus calling him Alec usually meant that Magnus was uncomfortable, tired or trying to stop him from talking. And since they had been up long enough to be awake but not long enough to want a nap and Alec hadn’t been talking, it made it easy to figure out which option was most likely. And Magnus had every right to feel that way. Pretend to be boyfriends? Alec wasn’t even sure if he was Magnus’ type. How could that work when Alec was fairly certain that he loved the other man? “But, uhm, if it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have-”

“Why would it make me uncomfortable?” It was Magnus’ turn to interrupt, tilting his head as he walked over to take Izzy’s place beside the raven haired man. “Alexander, if there is anything that would not make me uncomfortable, it’s showing your dad’s act up.” And it would help that being fake boyfriends would make it easy to steal kisses; at least while ALec’s parents were around. He could handle that….couldn’t he? “Besides, no one can throw a good dinner party like me.”

“Are you sure Cat wouldn’t mind?” Alec asked.

“Why would Cat…?” Magnus trailed off before shaking his head. “Oh, Alexander, darling, no. Catarina and I are just really good friends. We go way, way back.” he explained, resting a hand on Alec’s knee. “I’m sorry if we came across as more than that.”

“So you’re really okay with this? Pretending to be dating?”

“I mean, we’re already living together.” Magnus countered. “IF anyone could pull this off and make it look real, it’s us.”

Alec couldn't help but smile because Magnus was right. They could pull this off for a few days while his parents were in town. The real question was if they could go back to being just friends when the time came for his parents to go home. “What can I do to help get ready?”

“Let’s get dinner started.” Magnus said with a wink, leaning to kiss Alec’s cheek and get up. “Maybe if we have time, a few practice kisses.” He went to start back on prepping dinner, glad when Alec joined him with a blush on his cheeks. This was going to be a test Alec’s father couldn’t pass, Magnus would make sure of that.

#College Dorm Series #shadowhunters fanfic #shadowhunters fanfiction #shadowhunters #Malec #Alec x Magnus #Magnus x Alec #making a fantasy…a beautiful galaxy ✾ my fics #this is what we call style ✭ queue

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chopper-witch · 2 years

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Ritual 777 - Chapter 3: Dear God

Eddie Muson x female!reader; Jennifer’s Body!AU

Minors DNI. I will find and tell your parents or guardians.

Story title inspired by Ritual 777 by Temple Twins

Chapter title inspired by Dear God by Lawless, Sydney Wayser

Full playlist (working - not finished aka will change)

WC: 1,800+

Warnings: implied abuse, murder (again), forced religion, Will Byers has gone missing, I give reader backstory and will continue to do so sorry.

A/N: This chapter has no Eddie in it at all again, but I am cutting chapter length like nobody’s business to get to the Eddie part faster, especially after THAT. But all this and the next two chapters (yes, I’m an asshole, sorry) make the Eddie parts so much better, I promise. I apologize for any mistakes, please remember I have dyslexia.

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Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

No. That’s not right.

Father, forgive me, for I am going to sin.

No. No that’s all wrong.

Father, perhaps you have sins to confess to as well? I won’t tell. But I am merciful and if you by chance confess honestly, I may let you serve me rather than just die.

No. No, he’ll run. He’ll scream.

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November 7, 1983

“What’s this?” You ask, waving the paper around after it’s been pressed into your hands.

Jackie, the junior class president who replaced you after you got bumped to body president, smacks your back and you give her a death glare, not that she even sees. “A middle schooler went missing. As student body president, it’s your job to help with the assembly.”

“He probably just got lost on his walk. Who fucking cares?”

Silence falls over the council meeting room. The entire room freezes. The freshman president, sophomore president, junior president, and senior president all open their mouths in shock.

“Are you okay?” Fred, one of the school paper kids finally asks.

You blink in confusion. “I’m actually fantastic.”

“A kid is missing. And could be dead. And you just asked who would care. Did you hit your head or something?” The senior class president, Kelsey, puts her arms on your shoulder and squeezes.

You always thought her eyes were pale blue, hair a dark blond.

But there is something more to her eyes. Something green, something brown, something silver. And her hair? Tiny evidence of damage likely from dying it. But not lightening it, dying it. Who dyes their hair darker?

“None of us have ever seen you like this before,” she finishes.

You stare at them all blankly for a second.

It’s just a stupid kid. Who gives a fuck about some random child? Especially some kid who probably just got lost on his way home.

Oh. Oh shit. You. You should.

A week ago you would have been begging people to help, leading the charge in the high school to find whoever this is. Getting called annoying behind your back, probably.

“People won’t miss her though. No one even notices her most of the time and those who do are just annoyed. They voted for her to get her to shut up.”

“I think I might be sicker than I thought,” you explain, body slumping a little. You rub your forehead for extra emphasis after gently pushing Kelsey away.

Despite feeling like you are gliding, flying, soaring, maybe you are sick. Dying even. Would make infinitely more sense than whatever else could be going on.

Kelsey nods. “You should go home. Get rest. You look better, but you are clearly still sick. We can handle this without you.”

You bite your tongue to stop the words you want to say.

No, you can’t. You guys have no fucking idea what you are doing. You never have.

“You’re right. You’re right.”

So you turn right back around and leave long before school even starts, hoping back onto your bike and riding away from the still mostly empty school.

On your way back home, you bike past the church Cherie used to bring you to when you had to stay with her. Everyone in this house will at least visit the house of God, her parents said.

One of their worst traits.

Of a long list.

You love them, you do, and they’ve done so much. Coming from generational wealth does something to the brain, though. Eats away at it, maybe. Definitely eats away at their actual sympathy center. Moved you into an apartment all your own when the last local family member finally up and left, but wouldn’t dare let you live with them. Not in their house, no. Help the troubled, the less fortunate, but don’t let them into our homes permanently.

But perhaps the pastor has answers. Or something. Anything. A godly man must know about the devil, right?

With a deep breath and a major thrumming of regret running through you, you enter.

You stop at the third pew on the right, where the Beaumonts always sit. Cherie never goes anymore, but the rest of her family does.

“It can be good for you, sweetheart.” Cherie’s mother leans down to squeeze you. “You don’t need to believe. You just need to be around people.”

“Can I help you with something?” A voice asks, breaking you from your reverie.

You turn to find an unfamiliar woman, likely someone who began volunteering since you last came.

“Hi, yes, actually. Is Pastor Herman in?”

“He is. Just in his office.” She pauses then, blocking your way around her and towards the way to the office. “What is that you need? Perhaps I could help?”

Can she tell?

Is your skin bubbling, changing color even? Or are your eyes different — demon-like?

Is it not safe for you to be on consecrated grounds?

“Visiting him,” you reply, an edge obvious in your voice. “Been a long time since I came around and I just wanted to say hi.”

She just smiles and waves past her. “Of course, go right ahead.”

It’s an unfortunately familiar path. One you hoped you would never take again.

But here you are, gently knocking on his open door, waiting to be let inside.

“Come in,” he says, but he does not look up.

“Hi.”

Now he looks up. And his eyes widen as if he is looking at a ghost, or perhaps even a demon. But something that should not be in this place.

“I haven’t seen you here since… well, it’s been some time.”

Maybe you’re just being paranoid.

You exhale a breath you did not know you were holding. “Yes it has, Father.”

“Well, what brings you back then?”

You tentatively step closer.

“I have a question for you. It’s kind of… strange though.”

“I’m here to listen to your strange questions. No judgment from me, that isn’t my job.” He laughs.

You just awkwardly smile.

“Please, sit.”

And you do, slinging your backpack to the ground and sitting across from him at his desk like you have hundreds of times before.

“So, what is it that has you concerned?”

You nervously exhale. You can’t tell him you were sacrificed. That’s insane, ridiculous. He wouldn’t believe it. And if he did, then he’d try to parade you around like some sort of miracle or accuse you of being pure evil.

“On Halloween, you know, everyone gets over-excited about evil things. So I overheard some kids talking about Revelations. Specifically the section about the Whore of Babylon. I only got bits and pieces of this…” you pause. Inhale. Exhale. “Conversation, but they also spoke of sacrifices to the devil and stabbing said person, a virgin apparently, seven times. I guess I’m just wondering if someone was sacrificed, could evil enter them?”

Pastor Herman leans forward, brows stitching together in confusion.

“Why is this on your mind?”

Because I think something terrible happened to me.

“Well, that kid went missing a week after they were talking about it. So it just has me thinking. What if they did unleash an evil?”

The pastor leans back in his seat, face dropping to become unreadable. “I think in a lot of ways, the evil discussed is the evil of our own humanity. It’s easier to blame others than to blame ourselves. So I don’t think it is likely they unleashed a real demon into the world, even if they tried to sacrifice someone. That’s not how evil is unleashed, ultimately.”

Unless it is.

“Of course. Of course. Thank you.” You begin to get up, already needing to get out.

But he stands too

“You should come back to Sunday worship. You and Cherie. Would be nice to see you both.”

“I’ll consider it, Father.”

He pats your shoulder.

There is a flash of black.

Then everything is back to normal.

That was.. weird. Maybe you should go to the doctor, get actually checked out by a professional. Cannibalism surely is a sign of something, right? Maybe you’re actually rabid and everything has just been a fever dream.

Until you hear a whimper.

You glance down to see a girl only a bit younger than you on her knees, crying.

Ophira. But Ophira moved a few years ago, halfway through the fall semester.

“What did I tell you about sinners, child?” Pours from your mouth. Not your voice though. Someone else’s - the pastors.

There is a sob from Ophira.

“Hey, you okay?” The office returns to normal, Pastor Herman standing in front of you instead of Ophira kneeling in front of you. “You just got a little… blank look for a moment.”

You look him directly in his lying, sinning blue eyes and smile.

“You know what? I think I will come back next Sunday.”

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Gods let bad things happen.

Or make bad things happen.

Gods don’t punish the evil.

That’s the job of the evil.

Or the job of the evil gods?

As you lick your fingers clean of the pastor, an overwhelming peace settles in you.

Who punishes the punishers? Who punishes the gods?

Who punishes the devil?

No one.

But you’ve become the evil, the punisher. The demon creeping in the night to seduce people to commit acts of sin and punish them for it.

And no one punishes you.

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November 14, 1983

“Did you hear they found the pastor dead in his office this morning?” Whispers one of the council members.

“Seriously? That is… and the kid is still missing. What is going on?”

“Maybe there is a monster loose in Hawkins.”

“Or maybe it’s just a bunch of weird coincidences,” you interject, setting down your backpack on the main table. “Those do happen sometimes.”

Jackie turns to you. “Hey. You’re back. And look… really good?”

You take a little curtesy, showing off the new dress and sweater you bought with stolen dead man money. “I feel really good. Whatever it was got fully flushed finally.”

Just took four men and a week to relearn my attitude.

“Also, that red lipstick looks amazing on you.”

You furrow your brows before snatching a mirror from one of the newspaper staff. Your lips are a tint of red.

Suppose blood doesn’t like to come off of them. It glows on your skin, however. Your fingers run along your lips to find them not chapped like they were last week, but perfectly smooth and oh so more kissable than they have ever looked.

“And the matching nails,” Kelsey says. “Completes it.”

A smile yanks at your lips before you can stop it and you toss the mirror back.

“They do. I was trying it out for the first time, wasn’t sure if they would work.”

Kelsey smiles. “Well, they do.”

“Thank you. Now, since I missed an entire week, please tell me someone has an agenda set up already.”

“Right here,” one of the freshman council members of no real rank who is honestly on it only because he is too nervous for other clubs and doesn’t have the guts to run for an actual position confirms, sliding the paper in front of you.

No, no you aren’t the devil creeping in the night punishing the evil.

As you settle into your seat at the head of the table, watching as everyone else files into their spots to listen to you, watch you, do your bidding…

You realize you can be a fucking god.

No.

Not a god.

God.

Do a lot more good than that one the pastor always droned on about. You’re actually on Earth, for one. You already eliminated four sinners.

You are just beginning.

“Can I make just a quick suggestion to the agenda?” You ask.

Kelsey shrugs. “It’s your meeting, always has been.”

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#ritual 777 #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x female!reader #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie munson #religion tw

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niennawept · 1 year

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get to know me

tagged by my lovely friend @dwarveslikeshinythings <3; Sorry for the delay - I'm still catching up on my tag games.

PART ONE

are you named after anyone? Yes. I am named after a character in movie, but not because my parents liked either the character or the actress (they hated both). I'm named after this character because they wanted to be like her parents. Needless to say, I am not fond of my name.

when was the last time you cried?: genuinely don't remember, but it was probably either a) writing because sometimes I get overwhelmed by character's emotions or b) something reminded me fiercely of my late father and I just lost it for a minute.

do you have kids?: Not unless you count dogs. I have two shelter pups.

do you use sarcasm a lot?: Mostly when asked to do something very simple. I will sarcastically refuse whilst doing the thing.

what’s the first thing you notice about people?: Vibes. I have a very vibes-based nervous system (thanks trauma).

what’s your eye colour?: This is complicated. I have central heterochromia, which means my eyes are two different colors within the same iris. So brown on the inside, mossy green on the outside, but you can't tell unless you get close so I say hazel even though it's not technically correct.

scary movies or happy endings?: Scary movies. I typically fall asleep with one on. After you've seen it a hundred times, even the sounds of screaming can become their own kind of comforting because it's always the same.

any special talents?: I don't know what to put here. I have a lot of hobbies, but I'm not sure I'd say I'm particularly talented at any of them. I can tie a cherry stem into a knot inside my mouth? Does that count as a talent?

where were you born?: The United States.

what are your hobbies?: Oh geez, uh. Sewing, cosplay, writing, baking, drawing, reading, singing, playing the ukulele, video games, DnD and other tabletop games, mead making, crocheting, gardening, painting, ... I think that's it. But I'm thinking of picking up book binding and tambour embroidery for elf reasons.

have any pets?: see above answer about kids.

what sports do you play/have played?: Played basketball for years, not because I was good, but because I was tall for my age, but I stopped once the other kids caught up in height. I really loved track in Middle School, and I was a pretty strong sprinter, but I gave it up in HS to focus on my schoolwork.

how tall are you?: Five foot seven. I'm actually the shortest of all my cousins, lol.

favourite subject in school?: It changed a lot depending on my interest in what we were learning about. I have an abiding love of science and history. I'm also partial to poetry, despite being beyond awful at making it.

dream job?: living in the Star Trek future with a universal basic income, lol. People in Star Trek just do what they want to do for work and it all seems to work out fine.

PART TWO

first ship: I've mentioned this before and I'll mention it again probably but Kagome x Sesshomaru from Inuyasha (SessKag). Can't help it, my 14 year old brain latched on REALLY hard.

three ships: Been reading some Bagginshield lately and that's growing on me. Adar x Palariel (my OFC, super normal about this one, lol). Been thinking some Galadriel x Luthien (pre-Beren) thoughts lately - might heck around and write a one-shot someday. Can you tell I'm only thinking about Tolkien things these days?

last (current) song: "The Devil is a Gentleman" by Merci Raines.

last movie: House on Haunted Hill (1958) with Vincent Price. Featuring my favorite line from any movie: "Darling, the only ghoul in the house is you."

currently reading: I am listening to "Oathbringer" by Brandon Sanderson in audiobook form, reading "The Haunting of Hill House" by Shirley Jackson, "The Fall of Numenor" and "The Fall of Gondolin" (thanks people who voted in the poll) in physical form, and reading an epic-length Bagginshield fanfic digitally.

currently watching: uh... I'm partway through season two of Succession. And I watched the first episode of Picard, season three. I'm very bad at watching television lately. It requires too much energy.

currently consuming: orange spice tea, no sugar.

currently craving: I don't really have cravings very often. So nothing?

tagging: @somebirdortheother, @lady-of-imladris, @coraleethroughthelookingglass and anyone to whom this looks fun!

#tag game #thank you friend

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berisims · 1 year

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TAGGED: 15 QUESTIONS

Got tagged by @alpine-lapine and after running a poll on who I should make this about, it turns out ✨Morgyn✨ won with 50% of the votes. Not my OC, but people seem to like them, so I shall deliver!

Questions & answers under the cut:

Are you named after anyone?

No idea. My mother never bothered to tell me.

When was the last time you cried?

I'm not sure. I haven't shed a tear in a long while. Though if I had to guess, I'd say the time I was told about Tess' disappearence probably being tied to her potential death was the last time I truly cried.

Do you have kids?

Not at the moment. Though Minerva keeps telling me how she has visions of me holding two curly haired children who look suspiciously like me and...an acquaintance. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that.

Do you use sarcasm?

Oh I live for sarcasm. To be fair, I think it's a Sage thing. *Snicker* Yeah, I'd say it comes with the job.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes. Not in the superficial "you've pretty eyes" manner, but in the "I now know your every secret" kinda way. You can learn so much about a person just by looking them in the eyes. You can find out if they're excited, scared, maybe intimidated by your presence. Some are subtle and others not so much. It's quite interesting, honestly. And telling of a person. Which is why I often use sunglasses when going out... Yes, even at nightime...I do the eye reading thing, not them.

What’s your eye colour?

Green, unfortunately. Most people think it's a lovely color, but to me it only serves as a reminder that I actually have a father who never bothered to make an appearance in my life. I'd much rather have my mother's brown even if our relationship is rocky.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I find happy endings to be cliché and far too boring these days. Bring in the horror. I'm all for it. I just won't guarantee it'll do a good job of scaring me.

Any special talents?

I can light things on fire and put them out with a simple flick of my wrist, but I suppose this so called "talent" is exclusive to spellcasters alone. If we're talking regular human talents then I'd probably say...acting. My fellow sages can attest to that.

Where were you born?

It's a blur, honestly. I know my mother was originally from Glimmerbrook and that I was raised in Windenburg up until I decided to run away at the age of 16, but I'm unsure if I was actually born there. I always had the idea that we simply moved shortly after my birth as a means to chase after my bastard father. But again, this is not something that I know for certain.

What are your hobbies?

There are a ton of things I enjoy doing, none of which I consider to be a hobby aside from reading, maybe. I don't have that much free time away from the Magic Realm, anyways. Simeon has been trying to get me into gardening though, but I don't think it's for me. After all, it's not like I can grow plants out of thin air like he can. He's the expert in Practical Magic, not me...and I wouldn't be caught dead digging through dirt and soil with my own bare hands.

Have you any pets?

I do. A 2 year old Dobermann. His name is Asmodeus.

What sports do you play/ have played?

I'm honestly not that much of a sports person anymore, but I used to do gymnastics as a kid. And it's fortunate that I did, because all that trained flexibility still comes in handy sometimes. *L. Faba snorts in the distance* L. take your mind out of the gutter, that's not what I meant.

How tall are you?

Around 5'7.

Favourite subject in school?

My memories of school are brief and muddled, but I remember I used to love biology. And physics. The irony of it all baffles me to this day.

Dream job?

I've never given it much thought, especially after dropping out before I could even finish high school. Years later, the..."oportunity" to become a Sage made itself known and I took it. It wasn't like I had much of a choice in the matter, with me being the one apprentice Tess left before she went missing. I was obviously still in training when that happened, but the Realm desperately needed a new Sage of Untamed Magic and so I had to rise up to the occasion and take the position for myself. At first, I was resentful and felt that becoming a sage was the equivalent of becoming a prisoner of the Realm. But I soon realized this wasn't the case and eventually grew to love what I currently do. There is so much more to being a Sage than just holding the Magic Realm in place. Today I can confidently say that this is, in fact, my dream job.

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Time After Time

Warnings: None. Some kissing, and a smidge of making out - teenage!Sam and teenage!reader (both just graduated) nothing explicit or graphic at all.

Summary: It's Senior Prom, and Y/N is Prom Queen and everything, but the night won't be complete if she can't get at least one dance with Sam Winchester.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,429

A/N: I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Use the words: crown, dance, smile.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, at first I was just going to write this as a one shot, and for now that's what it is, but I have some ideas of how to make this fic into a series. I thought I'd throw it out to you guys and see what you thought. If you're interested, I'll continue the story, so please let me know. 😊 Still not wholly confident in my ability to capture Sam properly on the page! 😬

Both of the beautiful dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89 💓

So, it was a long time ago, lots of years, more years than I care to think about, really.

The night had been a long time coming; months of planning and preparation had gone into it, months of excited giggling and daydreaming with my friends. So many conversations and shopping trips, for dresses and shoes, and the perfect shade of lipstick, trying to make everything perfect.

For our Senior Prom.

Of course, however much we'd planned, it wasn't perfect. Our dresses were too hot for the end of June, so we were all too warm, and our high heels pinched our toes; one of my friends, I don't remember which one now, got into a fight with her boyfriend and spent over an hour in the girl's bathroom lamenting her broken heart.

They were back together by the end of the night.

But in spite of these issues, it was a magical night. And not just because I was voted Prom Queen. It didn't really mean that much to me; I wasn't that popular, but my date was, and he'd been voted in as King, so I think I just tagged along for the ride; I'd certainly never campaigned.

I don't really remember my prom date's name either. Steve...something, I think. He wasn't my boyfriend, just a guy who'd asked me to go. And I couldn't just sit around waiting forever for the boy I wanted to go with, to ask me. So, I said yes to...Steve Something and had a nice night. I stood on the stage in my little plastic crown and waved and tried not to feel too silly.

Being up on the stage did have one advantage though; from my vantage point I finally saw him for the first time that night, the boy I'd actually wanted to go to Prom with.

He was easy to spot towering head and shoulders above everyone around him; he was leaning against the wall at the back of the gymnasium that we'd decorated so elaborately, in the hopes of evoking romance. Through a sea of tinfoil stars, white balloons and baby blue streamers we made eye contact and he gave me that warm, sweet smile that never failed to make my heart skip.

Those dimples should really be illegal.

Without really paying attention to what was happening, I walked down off the stage and began the king and queen dance. The whole time I was awkwardly swaying side to side with my date, my eyes were scanning the room for an unruly mop of brown wavy hair and almond-shaped, hazel eyes.

He was so beautiful. I'd fallen for him the second he showed up in my biology classroom two months earlier. He was new, not just to my classroom, but to the school. I knew that right away, because I never would have missed his existence in my small high school.

Then we'd been partnered in a few labs and I'd fallen even harder and deeper for his shy, sincere smiles, and obvious intelligence.

And I'd waited and waited for him to ask me to a movie, or for coffee, or to PROM. There were some moments where I felt sure he was going to ask, like it was on the tip of his tongue, but it was as though he pulled himself back at the last second.

I told myself that it must all be in my imagination, he couldn't be interested, because here I was dancing with Steve Something instead of Sam Winchester.

Finally our dance ended and I told my date I wanted to powder my nose and left him standing on the dance floor to seek Sam out.

I feel a little bad now about my abrupt dismissal of the very kind boy who'd brought me. But the evening was winding down to the last dance of the night and everyone was partnering up for it and I absolutely refused to miss my chance to be wrapped up in Sam's long, muscular arms at least once.

I held up my long skirt and dashed about a little wildly, trying to find him in the crowd while Cyndi Lauper's unique voice blared across the gym singing Time After Time.

"Hey."

I spun around at the familiar voice and craned my head back to smile up at the boy I'd been looking for, possibly forever.

"Hey." I answered back. We then proceeded to stand there awkwardly shifting from foot to foot before both speaking at the same time.

"Do you wanna da-"

"Feel like danci-"

We both laughed, full of nerves, but then he put out his big hand for me to take hold of so he could lead me out to the floor. I timidly put my hand in his, loving the warmth of it, and hoping mine didn't feel too clammy. As we reached the edge of the crowd he pulled me close.

Then, instead of putting both hands on my waist and shuffling around in a circle with me the way the other boys were doing, he slipped his wide, warm palm to the small of my back and then brought the hand he'd been holding up to his lips to kiss the back of my knuckles. He then kept it wrapped up in his and pressed both our hands against his chest. He lead me in a slow, swaying motion in time to the gentle rhythm of the song.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and was sure he could feel it too. But I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful. He wore a plain white button up shirt with a dark blue vest, and dark pants. The vest seemed to accentuate his broad shoulders and the way his torso narrowed at his waist, creating a beautiful V shape that made my stomach flutter.

I finally worked up the courage to look into his eyes and was immediately lost in their multi-colored hazel depths. He smiled down at me, gentle and still slightly shy. I decided his shy uncertainty deserved some reassurance. So, I smiled brightly up at him before laying my head against his chest.

I heard the gentle beat of his heart kick up a little and found some reassurance of my own; I wasn't the only one affected by our closeness.

As the song wound down and Cyndi's soft voice faded away, we reluctantly pulled apart slightly and as we did, the lights came up in the gymnasium and as though the clock had struck midnight, a spell seemed to break and people began noisily milling about, gathering up purses and jackets and making plans to get home, or continue the party elsewhere.

Sam and I were jostled around a bit, as people pushed past us. Sam's expression was vaguely annoyed. He still held my hand and he tugged me close again so I could hear him over the noise of the crowd.

"Can I walk you home?"

I nodded eagerly. Then, not wanting to be completely heartless, I patted Sam's arm. "Wait just one second?"

He nodded and I dashed over to where I could see Steve Something standing around with his friends, who weren't really my friends.

Leaning up, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a smile.

"Thanks so much for everything! I had a great time."

He made a vague offer to take me home, but I could see he wanted to party elsewhere with his buddies. Neither of us were heart broken that it hadn't been a love connection.

"It's okay, I've got a way home. Have a good night!"

And without a backward glance, I ran back to Sam's side.

He grabbed up my hand again, and used his impressive size to clear a path for us through the crush of people still trying to leave.

Finally we were out of the building and free of the crowd. We began ambling slowly toward my house, our hands still linked.

For a while we chatted about school and the fact that we were actually done for good. He asked me what my plans were for the future, and I told him about leaving for college in the fall, the first stop on my way to med school.

I was still excited for my plans and my future, but a part of me already knew I'd be miss this soft, mysterious boy beside me, with his vague descriptions of continuing on "working at his family's business."

Finally we reached my house, and I brought him around to my side door where there was no porch light or window, and therefore less chance of my parents noticing I was coming home with a different boy than I'd left with.

"So..." I fumbled for my words. "Thanks for the dance and for bringing me home."

He nodded. "Thanks for letting me."

We stood in darkened silence for a moment before Sam took in a deep breath. "So, we're, um...my dad and brother and I, we're moving really soon. Couple days, I guess, maybe less."

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "But I wondered, if I could ah...if I could still call you, and maybe write you some times."

He looked down at his shoes.

I felt my heart sink. I knew I'd be gone in a couple months anyway, but I'd sort of already started imagining a summer full of midnight movies, ice cream dates and swimming at the lake - Sam's broad chest bare, tanned, and warm under my hands.

But those images floated away on a cool north breeze and I moved up against him to catch his eye again.

I smiled. "I would love that." I found a pen in the little purse I'd bought specifically to match my dress.

I pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and turned it over to write my phone number on his palm. I could have written a novel on his giant paw.

"Call me anytime."

He smiled down at me, his deep dimples making me melt slightly as I put my pen away. He continued to look down at me, blinking slowly and making my heart race a little as I watched his eyes fall to my lips.

"Kiss me." I blurted out.

I saw Sam's eyes widen slightly and I slapped a palm to my mouth not quite believing that demand had just popped out. I'd been thinking it so hard, I suppose it was bound to spill out!

"I mean...I just meant..." I was beet red and once again grateful for the dark. "I just mean, if you wanted to, you could kiss me."

Sam didn't say anything for the span of five seconds which was far too long for my panicked and mortified brain so I began gibbering.

"Really, you don't have to...I mean, don't, you don't need -"

Sam cut me off, sputtering a little himself. "No, I want to, really want to. I mean not...I don't mean to...not in a creepy way..."

We both trailed off into silence and then almost simultaneously began to chuckle over our extreme awkwardness, and the ridiculousness of the situation.

As our laughter died down I felt Sam shift slightly closer and my breath caught in my throat. He smelled like something masculine and warm, it was hard to define, but it had a heat and a spice to it that made my knees weak.

He tilted my chin up with his long fingers and leaned forward slowly. I took in the little mole at the side of his nose, and as my eyes fluttered closed I realized it was a beauty mark in the very truest sense.

God, he was beautiful.

His lips met mine and I sighed against them. They were so soft and so gentle as they slanted over mine. He moved his hand from my chin to the nape of my neck, and I shivered as his strong fingers massaged my skin there.

Obviously encouraged by my reaction, he slid his other hand around to the middle of my back, splaying his fingers wide and pressing me more firmly against him.

He swept his tongue across my sealed lips and they parted for him automatically. I felt my stomach swoop and my core muscles clench as he licked into me, his tongue bold and exploring.

I let out a soft moan, surprised by the way my body reacted to him. I'd only been kissed twice before and if this was what kisses were supposed to feel like, I'd been woefully short-changed with those previous lip-locks.

He pulled his mouth from mine, just so he could suck along my jawline, teeth scraping gently there before he moved down the column of my neck. His hand slid from my back, down over my ass, grabbing a handful.

I craned my neck back and buried my hands in his long hair, moaning and feeling a keen kind of need for the first time in my life.

Suddenly, he wrenched himself back from me, chest heaving in a way that was just incredibly sexy for reasons I was still too young and inexperienced to really understand.

"Sorry," he apologized, "got...got carried away."

I was shaking my head before he finished. I was slightly embarrassed at my incredibly eager response, still holding on to the bullshit idea young girls are fed, that being too enthusiastic about making out with a boy meant you were a slut.

But I didn't want him to think he'd done anything wrong either, so I reached up and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips.

"Don't apologize. That was..." I looked down at the ground before screwing up all my courage and looking him in the eye. "That was wonderful."

I was rewarded with his dimples again and I reached up to trail my fingers across his cheek simply because I figured it was likely my last chance to do so.

Sure enough as I dropped my hand away, he stepped back out of my reach and gave me another sad smile.

"Well, take care of yourself." He said, and then held up his palm toward me. "I'll call you."

I nodded and smiled, not sure if I believed him; keeping in touch over miles and years was a tall order for someone you'd barely known three months.

But as he backed away from me and then turned away with a final wave, I prayed he would. Because I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Sam Winchester.

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