#baby salvo

[verdemint]

I've found a baby bez

#baby bez #bez #saluto tutti i miei amici eddi Pippo salvo? #patato

[appleblueberry-pie]

More yandere 42 Miles Morales

I can see Miles having increased courage and confidence when he's with you. He'll say anything and everything that he thinks is important for you to hear, and he loves you too much to not tell you whatever is on his mind.

He wants to hold you so close to his side, feel your body heat radiate onto him. He wants to stare at you forever and wants you to stare at him too. He's dehydrated and you're his only drink of water, his salvation. He needs to have you, every part of you to himself and will remind you everyday.

You swear he's an insomniac with how often you catch him up at night when you guys text. But when he sleeps next to you, he's out and will stay out for a damn while. Hell, he'd wake up acting like he's in a fucking raisin bran commercial just cause you there.

Loves to whisper how he feels to you just to make you squirm. A romantic and flirt, only times ten because it's for you. Caresses your side, face, leg, head, whatever he can get his hands on. He loves you and will show you and tell you.

It definitely gets worse when you reciprocate it. He tell you a little flirt joke and you wholeheartedly/seriously respond back with confidence? He doubling down on you and won't stop cheesing. Don't run away, it's too late for that, he'll pull yo ass back and make you finish what you started.

If you text him, he'll text back in under a minute, no matter the circumstance. Nothing stops him from reaching out to you ever. If somehow you two end up arguing and god forbid you end on a bad note, he'll blow up your phone.

Another call starts up as soon as the last one ends if you don't answer. Sweet nothings of him begging you to answer the phone turn into threats to pick up(without him realizing it because he's too scared and angry to care about how it sounds) very quickly.

I'm laughing at you if you think turning your phone off and going to sleep will work. He will break into your house and wake you up.

"Fuck you turn your phone off for? Pensabas que esa mierda era graciosa? (You thought that shit was funny?) Huh? Don't ever fucking play with me like that." Doesn't care if everyone else is asleep. Just wants to get his message across to you.

That's probably the worst he'll get when he's "mad" at you(he will never truly get mad at you). Don't even ask about how he get when other niggas try to fuck around with you. oh my god. You tell him someone tried to touch you?

"Baby, look at me." Eyes stern, yet frantic. His shaky breathing is scaring you, but you can't let him see that. His hand grabs your chin, his hold making it hurt. "I need you to tell me that that's the only thing he did to you. Are you sure that's all he said? All he did?" He whispers it as if a hundred people surround you both wanting to listen in on what's being said. You nod and he shakes his head. "Cause I'm gonna kill that motherfucker. You hear me? Nobody fucking touches you."

He stares deep into your eyes, you can't tell if he's hyperventilating or not. All you want is for him to calm down, because seeing him like this is too much for you. You don't know if telling him was even worth it at this point.

"NOBODY!" He shouts it in your face and you violently flinch. He immediately consoles you and apologizes constantly. "Lo siento, lo siento, lo siento. Por favor, perdóname, cariño. Te quiero muchísimo. Solo quiero mantenerte a salvo.(I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. Please forgive me, darling. I love you so much. I just want to keep you safe.)" He whispers it in your ear and rocks you side to side. He can't stay still for the life of him. He sits you down on the bed and begins pacing.

Whispering to himself and clenching his hands. He then sits down next to you and holds your hands tightly. "I'll be back in at most 2 hours. I'll do whatever you what when you come back. But you gotta eat and catch up on your rest, okay, mi amor? I love you. And I care for you. And I want you to know that whatever happens out there?.....it ain't ever gon' break what we got. Alright?"

He slams his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately in a way he's never done before. A mix of emotions fill you and you can't find the words to make him stay. To make him stop. When he separates the kiss, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours. "I fucking love you." He whispers before leaving.

He would never ever isolate you or lock you up. He heavily prefers seeing you as the best YOU that you can be. He is obsessed with your personality, talents, hobbies, desires, speech, the way you walk, scent, everything. Taking that away from you is like murdering you. He can't live with himself if he did that to you.

Your family loves him, so it'd be hard to escape the relationship when they love him almost as much as they love you. He could give less of a fuck about your friends. You don't need them like you two need each other.

Try to mention anything bad he's done "for you" in the past? Will "assure" you to not worry about it and will justify his actions. "Don't worry about that nigga anymore, mami. I dealt with it. Y'all gon be cool now, okay? So don't worry your pretty self about it anymore and lets get you home. You look tired."

He LOOOOOVES when you coddle him or take care of him. His dream is to lay in your comfortable bed together while you hum him a song and you rub his back while his head lays on your comfortable chest. Every advantage is in his hands when he's sick because he has you to take care of him. He just becomes more delusional when he's sick, basically. Getting fed, maybe praised, cooed at, extra attention and care. Please. He leans into your warm hands like a touch-starved puppy.

Hates it so much when you lead him on strongly but then just shut it down entirely. Flirting with him, pulling him in by his jacket, constantly glancing down at his lips while giggling at his stupid fucking jokes. Then you just turn your head and walk off??? Man, fuck you. Follows you around whining constantly.

Eats absolutely anything you make. I canon he has a humungous appetite. Know how to make gumbo? Half of it's gone in 30 minutes. You'll have to feed him 4 servings every time you cook. That nigga eats everything. "Baby, this good as hell." Yeah, I bet! Knocks out when he's done. Good luck waking him up.

Anyways, he can get really bad at times. But most of the time, he's everything you could ever ask for.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere character #reader #across the spiderverse #atsv #yandere atsv #atsv miles #atsv miles morales #yandere miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 prowler #earth 42 miles x you #prowler miles #miles morales #miles x you #miles x reader #atsv imagines #yandere atsv imagines #yandere prowler miles #yandere prowler miles x reader #miguel #yandere miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown x reader #hobie

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Johnson and Johnson's bankruptcy gambit fails

The Third Circuit Court of Appeals has foiled Johnson & Johnson’s plan to use a bankruptcy scam called the Texas Two-Step to escape paying 40,000 women who were injured when the pharma giant sold them asbestos-tainted talcum powder to dust over their vulvas, leading to gruesome cancers:

https://www.wxxinews.org/2023-01-30/appeals-court-clears-the-way-for-more-lawsuits-over-johnsons-baby-powder

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/01/j-and-j-jk/#risible-gambit

Back in 2018, a jury awarded $4.69 billion to 22 women whose ovarian cancer was caused by J&J’s toxic product, $4.14b of which was punitive, awarded because J&J ignored the link between applying talcum powder to one’s genitals and cancer, and continued to market its products as a “Shower to Shower” genital deodorant:

https://www.cnn.com/2018/07/13/health/4-69-billion-verdict-johnson--johnson-talcum-powder/index.html

With thousands more lawsuits in the pipeline, the company sprung into action, restructuring in Texas using a quirk of the state’s merger laws that allows a single company to “merge” into two separate entities.

https://statutes.capitol.texas.gov/Docs/BO/htm/BO.10.htm

The Texas Two-Step is a corrupt gambit that uses this quirk to allow large companies to escape liability for their misdeeds, by creating one company that holds the assets and profitable businesses of the firm, and another company that holds the firm’s toxic products and the liabilities they produced. The “bad” company then declares bankruptcy, leaving the “good” company to walk away with the billions it made by harming people, and leaving the victims to squabble over the meager assets from the bankruptcy.

To maintain the pretense that this maneuver isn’t just a ruse to escape liability, companies undertaking the Texas Two-Step have the “good” company guarantee some of the liabilities of the “bad” company. That’s what J&J did, and the women it injured sued over it:

https://www2.ca3.uscourts.gov/opinarch/222003p.pdf

The appeals court didn’t find J&J’s bankruptcy persuasive. They found that any bankruptcy for the “bad” company should come after it had exhausted all guarantees the “good” company had made. Summarizing the court opinion Bloomberg’s Matt Levine writes, “You want to file for bankruptcy while you still have plenty of money to pay claims, but not too much money.”

https://www.bloomberg.com/opinion/articles/2023-01-31/matt-levine-johnson-johnson-s-jnj-bankruptcy-didn-t-work

J&J has vowed to appeal. If their appeal succeeds, it will be another blow against corporate accountability and against the bankruptcy system, both of which have are at their lowest ebb in living memory. Just the fact that J&J is still in business is remarkable. Poison talcum powder is only the latest salvo in J&J’s war on women’s reproductive organs — just a year ago, the company was ordered to pay hundreds of millions for selling women vaginal meshes, aggressively marketed for incontinence and prolapse, long after it learned that these meshes could permanently fuse with patient’s pelvic floors, leading to “severe pain, bleeding, infections, discomfort during intercourse.”

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2022/apr/13/johnson-johnson-pelvic-mesh-implant-ads-case

J&J was also neck-deep in the opioid crisis, going to far as to commission a report from McKinsey entitled “Maximizing Value of the Narcotics Franchise,” on how to use its dominance of poppy-extract to corner the market on opioids:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/30/mckinsey-mafia/#everybody-must-get-stoned

It was the opioid sector that brought popular attention — and well-earned disgust — to the US bankruptcy. The criminal Sackler family, owners of Purdue Pharma and proprietors of OxyContin, used a nakedly corrupt move to shift their bankruptcy proceeding to Judge Robert Drain of the Southern District of New York:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/07/hr-4193/#shoppers-choice

Drain is notoriously tolerant of corporate crime and is an enthusiastic booster for the principle of using bankruptcies to escape consequences for corporate mass-murder. Which is exactly what the Sacklers did, cramming through a bankruptcy deal that let them walk away with billions, stiffing the survivors of their opioid business:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/07/29/impunity-corrodes/#morally-bankrupt

J&J told women to put carcinogens down their underwear. For decades. It gave tens of thousands of women ovarian cancer. Then it tried to use Texas’s courts to walk away with billions. But this time, a court stopped them. This time there’s no separate system of justice, like the one that gave the Sacklers billions in dirty money. This time, the company might just have to pay for its crimes.

Image: James Wagstaff (modified) https://www.flickr.com/photos/jesse/2256760407/

Mike Mozart (modified) https://www.flickr.com/photos/jeepersmedia/26191532093

CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

[Image ID: A picture of a white-out dust storm at Burning Man. A giant tulip rises out of the dust. Its petals are suggestive of a vulva. A giant bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby powder enters the frame from the top right corner.]

#pluralistic #j&J #johnson and johnson #bankruptcy #texas two-step #corporate murder #corruption #asbestos

[alligator-with-a-top-hat]

Gonna meditate on Ridley’s importance to the Metroid series, edited from comments I made on a video about him. After some thought, it’s clear to me that every appearance of his after the first ties him strongly to the theme of each individual game. Analysis under the cut, in in-game chronological order.

Zero Mission's whole premise is being a new spin on a familiar story, showing us things we never thought about in the NES game. Zero Mission's cutscenes show him commanding the Pirate Mothership and deliberately tracking Samus down. His robotic double, Mecha Ridley, is the new final boss stopping her escape from Pirate patrols. It's an organized, calculating side to the Pirates never seen before in the 2D games. The game is about insight into the past, and we gain insight through Ridley.

Prime is about respecting our history and the dangers of wasteful exploitation. Ridley is the face of the Pirates on Tallon IV as they discover and abuse Phazon, and his opening salvo in his boss battle is to bomb the Artifact Temple. However, the Phazon hurts the Pirates as much as it hurts their enemies, and the boss battle ends with the statues of the ancient Chozo blowing Ridley away in violent, laser-y retribution. The game is about destructive exploitation, and Ridley shows what happens to those who go too far for power.

Corruption is about the corruption of the body and spirit by violence, as represented by toxic Phazon. At the beginning, Ridley is his crafty old self, hounding Samus on Norion and forcing her into a boss fight he knows she cannot escape on her own when he knocks her into the generator shaft. But at the end of the game, he reappears, corrupted by Phazon, as an animalistic guardian of the leviathan seed on the Pirate Homeworld, little better than a guard dog. It parallels Samus' own journey as she is corrupted by Phazon, put on a leash by the Federation, and forced to kill those like her. The game is about corruption, and Ridley shows the end of those taken by the corruption.

Samus Returns is like Zero Mission in that it is about shedding new light on an old story, but it goes deeper than that. Samus sparing the Metroid hatchling is the single most important decision in the series, so it's no surprise that the remake should have Ridley -- whose most famous moment in the manga was making the opposite decision in regards to Samus -- appear to try and tear them apart. His appearance also foreshadows his role in Super Metroid, and putting aside the change in tone from the original Metroid II, his appearance gives Samus and the baby Metroid a chance to develop their bond in a way that had mostly been told, not shown. The game is about Samus' moment of mercy, and Ridley is there to see if she can really do it.

Super Metroid is about Samus and the baby Metroid's bond. Samus throws her plans away to recapture the baby Metroid, and in the end it sacrifices its life to save her. Lo and behold, Ridley is the one who separates them, and when she kills him, she finds only the broken Metroid capsule, a tantalizing clue that brings her no closer to the baby Metroid. The game is about what matters to Samus, and Ridley is the one who takes it all from her.

Other M is a game about nothing. Samus does not impact the plot in any significant way because other people sideline her and handle the plot for her. Ironically, Ridley still fits this theme -- he appears as a cloned baby to annoy and distract Samus, has a boss battle that makes no sense in context, and finally is eaten by a poorly foreshadowed Queen Metroid and never comes up again. The game is stupid and Ridley is handled stupidly.

Fusion is about identity and the past. Everything is flipped upside down when Samus is infected by an X parasite, loses everything, and discovers that the monster trying to kill her is, essentially, her. The power of the Metroids, her eternal enemy, becomes the key to her success and survival. In an important scene, the Federation, which Samus has trusted since her Zero Mission, is revealed to have recreated the Metroids. Immediately after this upsetting revelation about an entity she has worked for for years, who does she encounter in the Federation's facility? That's right, Ridley, who has even been possessed by an X parasite as if to mock her situation.

It's not all bad, though. Fusion is the game where Samus finishes Ridley for good (seeing as he doesn’t return for Dread), and fittingly enough she finally comes to terms with part of her past when she reconnects with ADAM. It's a game about the past. Ridley is that past, and Samus finally puts him behind her.

Ridley is so special not just because of his cunning nature and terrifying brutality, but also because of how neatly he fits into the puzzle of Samus' life. He’s a relentless phantom that embodies the violence she cannot escape. He represents everything Samus must overcome to finally find that "true peace in space" from the NEStroid end screen.

Thanks guys 👋

#Metroid #Ridley

[sgiandubh]

Anon rebelde.

Si vas a delatar a alguien, o si vas a informar o discutir lo que escribe, lee tu mismo la publicación correspondiente

Tal vez alguien le tendría que decir a la señora de las iniciales en mayúsculas,SDLIM para abreviar, que se aplique el cuento porque su comprensión lectora deja mucho que desear y también que tenga cuidado con todos esos blogs fantasmas que tanto la aplauden, tal vez tenga entre ellos un caballo de Troya. El que avisa no es traidor, es avisador y por cierto, hacen muy buena pareja la caja roja de Nestlé y la negra de aviación 😉

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,

Su última comunicación ha molestado a mucha gente de enfrente, que aparentemente se quejaba de que nuestro diálogo era imposible de seguir. Sin embargo, estoy segura de que nuestras maravillosas hermanas shipper no tienen problemas para entender el tráfico de esta escena, lo cual, según me han dicho, también es muy apreciado. Para todos los demás usaré pictogramas:

(I am translating the above paragraph I wrote myself in Spanish as a courtesy to this valued guest, just so you know - across the street. This is also NOT something you ought to have a say in, on MY page) Your last submission has annoyed many people across the street, who apparently complained about our dialogue being impossible to follow. However, I am sure our wonderful shipper sisters have no trouble understanding the traffic of this stage, which I am also told is very much appreciated.

For all the others, I will use pictograms 🙄:

👮‍♀️Translation of Anon Rebelde's question follows. Fasten your seatbelts ❗

'If you are going to tattle on someone, or if you are going to report or discuss what they write, read the relevant post for yourself' Maybe someone should tell Block Letters Lady, BLL for short, to also practice what she preaches, because her reading comprehension leaves a lot to be desired, and also to be careful with all those sock accounts that applaud her so much, maybe there's a Trojan horse among them. Not a traitor, speaking: just a warner. And by the way, the red Nestlé box and the black aviation box make a very good couple 😉

​👮‍♀️Translation of Anon Rebelde's submission has now ended. You may safely proceed to the next level ❗

I am aware of the Baby Jesus' Belly Button Feast in there, too. That is strictly their problem, Anon Rebelde, but it's still hilarious to watch them pretend to be friends with each other, etc. I think all of this is very childish, but again, querida - we do things a bit differently, in here, and that is something that is not going to change. The red box was probably not Nestlé, but if you find it more fun, so be it.

And you are right, Red Box and Black Box like each other a lot, since Day 1, when Black Box welcomed Red Box like long lost family and immediately trusted her. Something Red Box was not expecting, so she was very moved & happy about it. Black Box + Red Box = Friends♾️, who root hard for each other, help each other and share a lot of things in DMs, too 😱.

(Remember: if you are not Julius Caesar or Marilyn Monroe, illeism is such a chichi rhetorical trick. And even if you are Julius Caesar - De Bello Gallico is such an obnoxious thing to translate, you wouldn't believe it.)

People are both a blessing and a curse, in this Strange Wasteland. I have met some of the kindest souls and some of the strangest twisted minds ever, in here. It really is mindboggling, yet by far the best side of this experience.

As for the Trojan Horse, well.... I don't get what you mean, but I trust their spies will.

May I risk a Miss Cleo prediction and foresee another salvo of Anons who'd throw the door open, enter in a frenzy, step on Bebe's tail, put their feet on the table and show me how pressure is properly done?

Let them.

I'd rather have you, Anon Rebelde. Doors can be slammed, too.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

[dreamersbcll]

You know what would be cool? Imagine if mybe christina was worse than we thought, and before the all scream 2022 events, something happens and tara calls sam and then she takes her away from that house.

“SOS”

——————————————————————————-

“Long night?”

Sam looked up from scrubbing the grill, grinning at her coworker Zach.

Putting the grill brush down, she went to the hand wash station to clean her hands. “Well, we just worked two clopen shifts in a row and are starting our third. Also, I’m running solely on red bull and wafers, so you tell me, smartass,”.

He just smiled back at her, tossing a towel her way. “Yet you’re still here for another day with me. Face it, Sam, you’re in love with me,” he teased, bumping her hip with his.

She shoved him back, laughing despite herself. “Yeah, and what would your boyfriend say about that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Let me ask,”.

Before she could retort, her phone started ringing in her pocket. It was the ringtone she had specifically for unknown callers. But this one felt different like her phone was burning her in her pocket.

Sam took it out, looking at the screen. It was indeed an unknown number, but the sequence of numbers made her stomach bottom out. It was the area code for Woodsboro. She thought she had gotten rid of all her ties to that place. Not.

“Uh… could you cover the window? I’ll be back in a second,” she asked, giving Zach puppy eyes.

He rolled his eyes but waved her off. “Joe catches you slacking, don’t bring me into it,”.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” she muttered, heading out of the store.

Once outside, she answered the call, nervous to find who may be on the other end.

“Hello?” she asked, unsure of what was happening.

The second she had the voice, she knew she was in deep shit. She recognized that voice. It was the one that she had abandoned four years ago.

“Sam.”

Her breath caught in her throat, her stomach immediately souring. She tried to stop her hands from shaking, but it was useless.

“Tara? Is that you? Are you okay? Where are you?” she frantically asked, nausea rising inside her.

Tara paused, her breathing heavy. Sam could hear that something was going on in the background. Yelling. Someone was screaming and breaking something. She could listen to Tara’s breaths becoming wheezy and a woman crying in Spanish. Christina.

Switching to Spanish, Sam spoke quietly, sensing her mother was on another rage fit. The last thing she needed to do was alert Christina of her baby sister’s hiding place.

“Mi cielo. ¿Qué está pasando? ¿Estás a salvo?”

(My sky. What’s going on? Are you safe?)

She could hear Tara whimper at the words and shift in her spot. If Sam listened carefully, she could hear her mother breaking something against the hardwood floors. It sounded like glass.

“Sammy. No sabía a quién más llamar. Necesito ayuda. Se ha vuelto loca. ¡Loca! Por favor, ven a casa, rápido,” her sister whispered, urgency laced in her tone.

(I didn’t know who to call. I need help. She’s gone crazy. Crazy! Please come home quickly)

Another crash echoed through the phone, and she heard a door slam and Tara screaming.

“¡Puta! ¡Te mataré por lo que has hecho!” her mother yelled, clearly slapping Tara.

(You whore! I will kill you for what you have done!)

Sam didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t do anything from where she was. She was helpless, listening to her mother beat her baby sister over the phone. All she could do was yell for Tara to fight and run! Run! Get out! Get out, baby, get out!

Finally, the phone ended the call, the ringing echoing throughout Sam’s ears. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, her ears echoing with the sounds of her sister being abused. She never thought she would hear her baby sister cry like that again, especially not through the phone.

Without a second thought, she pocketed her phone and made her way to her car, peeling away out of the parking lot.

——

Everything got hazy after the first punch.

The fucked-up part was that Tara was having a good day. She has aced her AP Biology exam and got an A- on her English paper. Plus, Amber had given her her favorite hoodie back. And the twins had invited her to go ice skating with them.

Naturally, nothing good in Tara's life could stay. She was destined to be punished. She knew that deep down, she was a glutton for punishment. How else would she know if she was alive if she hadn't been beaten down by something?

But she wasn’t expecting her mother to go off the rails so soon. They had such a good run in the last couple of weeks. Tara keeps a wide berth from Christina, and in return, her mother gets wasted in the backyard—a win-win.

Within the last day, something had snapped inside of her mother. She had been on the warpath more than usual, smashing bottles onto the floor and breaking random pieces of furniture. It was only a matter of time before Tara would be next.

She was hoping for more time. One more day. If she had made it one more day, she could’ve been out of the house and safe with the twins. But luck was never on her side.

The surprise punch to the jaw once she walked through the front door was shocking, but it kicked her into high gear. Dizzy and disoriented, she shoved her mother back, sprinting up the stairs. She slipped on a broken bottle, falling to her knees, hissing as glass embedded into her palms and knees. It didn’t matter, and she had to move.

Barricading into her closet, she got her phone out, trying to decide who to call. Her jaw aching and her vision blurry, she tried to wrack her brain for somebody. Anybody.

She decided on the long shot. Her mother was making her way upstairs, screaming in a messy mix of Spanish and English. It was now or never.

Dialing the one number she saved under Unknown, she prayed for a miracle.

Luckily her big sister picked up, and Tara blurted out that she needed help. For a moment, hope fluttered in her chest, hearing her big sister’s voice. Maybe, just maybe, this would work.

If only her mother didn’t hit her with that chair. She had no idea if Sam had heard her or if she was coming. All she knew was that she potentially dialed the last phone call she would ever make.

Once she felt her ribs crunch and her nose break, did she give into the darkness creeping behind her eyes. Maybe when she woke, this would all be over.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to wake up alive or dead. She just wanted the pain to stop. Whatever did that, she would take it mercifully.

——

The drive to Woodsboro took maybe an hour, hour and a half. Sam wasn’t ready to unpack why she only lived an hour away from her sister. She didn’t have time to blame herself when something was wrong.

Pulling into the lawn, she didn’t even bother to shut the car off. She threw her seatbelt off and tore across the property. Throwing open the door, she paused in the doorway, staring into the abyss.

It was strange. She wasn’t expecting everything to look the same. She would’ve thought that her absence would change everything. Yet the walls were empty of photographs, and the floor was still dirty from nights of sin.

The shrieks and yelling snapped her out of her trance, and Sam bolted up the stairs. The only light on upstairs was Tara's room, and that’s when she could hear the screaming.

“Sammy! Sammy, help! Help!” shrieked her baby sister above the noise of slapping and swearing.

Sam went to the room and saw her mother above her baby sister, hitting her with what looked like a trophy. Tara’s trophy. Second-grade spelling bee winner.

Her little sister was crumpled on the ground, with a bloody nose and a gash below her eye that stretched over her cheek. Tara looked dazed, her eyes unfocused and her hands shaking, trying to protect herself from the blows feebly.

Christina, on the other hand, looked about the same as the last time Sam had seen her. Long, dark stringy hair framed a gaunt face, eyes rimmed red, and a sneer so ugly that it made Sam cringe.

She sprung into action, tackling her mother against the wall. She pinned Christina there, one arm barred against her throat, the other wrestling the bloody trophy from her hand. Her mother’s eyes were wide in surprise, a snarl forming on her lips.

“So the prodigal daughter returns! ¡La hija de un asesino!” her mother sneered, choking a bit as Sam pressed harder against her throat.

(The murderer’s daughter!)

Sam finally got the trophy out, throwing it down on the ground. Tara whimpered from her crumpled state at the broken award, watching another childhood memory shatter. Sam didn’t fucking care. She had to end this.

Pressing her arm harder in the throat, she let her mother choke, her arms clawing at Sam’s to make her let go. But Sam wouldn’t budge. She grinned as her mother's eyes grew more panicked. She wanted to see the light die from her mother’s eyes; she wanted to feel the life leave her body. It would be the ending that she deserved.

But something nagged her to turn around and look at Tara. Look at her baby sister.

Giving in, Sam turned to look, ignoring the gasps of her mother. She looked down at her baby sister, taking in the little girl she had left before.

Tara looked up at her, her nose gushing blood, wheezing. Sam could make out a bruised ring appearing around Tara’s neck. A choke mark. She pressed harder into her mother’s throat, feeling the desperation set into her mother’s body.

Her baby sister just kept staring at Sam, her big brown eyes full of sadness, of tears that weren’t falling. Sam could feel shame prickle up her back, her face growing warm. Tara shook her head at Sam, silently pleading for her to let Christina go.

Even after all these years, Tara had some hypnotic grip on Sam. Her baby sister nodded at Sam, coughing a bit of blood up. Sam nodded back and let her mother crumpled to the floor, gasping.

In a heartbeat, Sam was on the floor, soothing her baby sister. She kissed Tara’s head and smoothed the hair out of her eyes. Tara cried in response, nails clinging onto Sam’s skin, sinking in. Sam let her hold on as she kept kissing her head and rocking her back and forth.

After a minute or two, Sam scooped Tara up, ignoring the whimpers of distress, silencing her. Tara cried out in pain but still curled into Sam’s embrace, her head tucked into her shoulder.

As Sam turned around to leave, she heard the raspy voice of her mother, forcing her to pause.

“Where are you going with her? She’s defective, you know. You’re not stupid, Sam- you’ve always been the stronger one,” she croaked out.

Sam shook her head, staring down at her mother. She didn’t succumb to the temptation to put Tara down and finish it for good. Instead, she stood ramrod straight, her eyes unforgiving, her hands unrelenting. Tara could sense the words about to come out, and she buried her face deeper into Sam’s chest.

“You never wanted either of us. I’m doing you a favor. I’m doing what I should’ve done in the first place,” she hissed back, staring daggers at her mother's broken body.

Tilting her head, Christina stared back in wonder. “And what would that be?”

“Leaving with Her. Just like I should’ve done,” Sam said.

Despite her mother’s pleas, and the broken bottles being thrown at the two, Sam marched on, cradling Tara tightly to her chest.

This was her redo. There would never be another one.

She wasn’t leaving without her girl this time around.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #lets go scream let’s go #AU: i’ve got blood in my hands

[the-rainbow-lesbian]

"One hundred days ago, the world changed.

October 7 has proven to be many things: the opening salvo in a brutal war between Israel and Hamas; an attack that could precipitate a broader, regional war; the beginning of a global, ongoing orgy of antisemitism; a wake-up call regarding the rot inside the West's once-great sensemaking institutions; a possible realignment of our politics.

One of the things it has also been is a test. A moral test that many in the West have failed. That test of moral conscience is a continuing one considering there are still 136 hostages in Gaza.

Two of them are babies; close to 20 of them are young women.

Across the Western world, these hostages have faded from view. And when it comes to the fate of the many young women abducted by Hamas and taken to Gaza, the silence from some corners has been deafening.

Today on Honestly, Bari argues that the groups you would expect to care most about these women and hostages-the celebrity feminists who are always the first to speak up in times of crisis, the prominent women's organizations who protested loudly when it came to #MeToo, Donald Trump, or Brett Kavanaugh, and the international, supposedly "nonpolitical" human rights organizations-have said and done next to nothing about the murder, kidnap, and rape of Israeli girls.

What explains their silence-or worse, their downplaying or denial?

When Michelle Obama, Oprah, Malala Yousafzai, Angelina Jolie, Kim Kardashian-and the rest of the civilized world-saw the kidnapping of 276 schoolgirls in Nigeria by Boko Haram in April 2014, within days they took to Twitter and demanded

"Bring Back Our Girls."

Why isn't the world demanding the same now?

It's been one hundred days in captivity: bring back our girls."

#so ashamed of 'radfems' on here #Youtube

[cryophase]

baby salvos

#apex legends #mad maggie #fuse #walter fitzroy #hear me out #fuse is a nerd #you have to study a lot to get good at what he does #explosives involve intricate knowledge of physics chemistry and more #little egghead

[lover-222]

My Spider-Man (Alejandro Balde)

spider-man!balde

...

how could he tell her? most importantly how would he tell the club, his teammates, and friends that he was...spider-man?

he paced his room and looked at the web like costume. it happened unexpectedly, his abilities were ten times better you could say even more than that. he was stronger, more flexible, faster and that was visible in training and in matches.

"why are you acting so weird lately ale?" y/n asked as he looked into his eyes.

"i-i'm sorry i have to go xavi texted the groupchat. he wants us to be at camp nou for a meeting about sometime i have to go i love you ok" he said in a hurry.

"i love you t-" she got cut off by the sound of the door closing.

his backpack contained his suit and his red nikes. he changed quickly in the elevator. was he really fighting crime right now? he was a professional footballer not a superhero or so he thought. he shot his spider webs to the corners and walls of each building so he'd stick to them and fly past them. alejandro never thought he would say this but he was flying through barcelona and being the neighborhoods best friend?

"mira mami es el hombre araña!!!" the small boy said as he pointed to alejandro. the woman nodded and smiled at her young son.

(look mommy it's spider-man!!)

it was unbelievable how alejandro lived his life now. he would go to training, fight crime, and tried his best to spend time with y/n. she knew something was up, he was always in a hurry to leave her house. he was always in a hurry, he was acting weird.

"ustedes creen que le este pasando algo a ale?" y/n told pedri and gavi who were over at her house. (do y'all think something is happening to ale)

"en verdad no se y/n en los entrenamientos está sobresaliendo, pero eso es una buena cosa no? pedri replied.

(to be honest i don't know at training he's excelling but that's a good thing right?)

"pedri tiene razón, corre aún más rápido y sus reflejos son mucho más rápidos también" gavi replied while eating his sandwich.

(pedri's right, he runs more faster and his reflexes are even more faster)

"that is a good thing but i meant like his attitude, he's always in a hurry and seems worried; there's been instances where it looks like he wants to tell me something but ends up saying nothing" y/n explains to the spanish boys.

alejandro was amazed by his abilities and he wanted to test them. therefore at night he would patrol barcelona, he did his best to fight crime and protect his city. he made his own suit and paired it with his favorite red nike shoes.

they were his favorite but at this point he would only wear them with his spider-man suit since perhaps the media would catch up and find out who he really was. he hoped that his attire and his mask concealed his true identity. although alejandro hated keeping his secret, being barcelona's hero was heart warming to the young boy. he got recognized by young children and older people. they thought he was incredibly brave and honorable.

the people of barcelona started to look at him as a hero for their city. little did they know that their city's hero was no other than one of the biggest football clubs left-back. it was difficult to separate his spider-man duties from his football career, and his love life.

"no ale espérate otro rato porfavor" she hugged him tighter as he was getting up to leave.

(no wait stay a bit longer please)

"mi amor me tengo que ir perdón te lo juro que mañana salemos te quiero hermosa" he kissed her and left her apartment.

(my love i have to go i'm sorry i promise we'll go out tomorrow i love you gorgeous)

once again he was on spider-man duty. there was a building burning near him. he had to do what he had to do. he shot his spider webs on the building and jumped in. he saved many kids and adults that day.

"aquí está tu nene, sano y salvo" he said as he handed the woman her child. (here's your baby save and sound)

incidents like that made him realize how important he was to his community. saving innocent people and fighting crime was rewarding to him.

he had promised a dinner date to y/n after his match. it was barça vs. sevilla. alejandro was passing the ball effortlessly and made many assist and even scored two goals. the barcelona fans were astonished by his performance, as well as xavi. camp nou was filled with many barça fans cheering for alejandro and the whole team. the game ended with 3-1 barça won the game. y/n cheered for alejandro in the stands while wearing a jersey with his name on her back.

"you did amazing mi amor, you played incredible!!!" y/n told him as she hugged him.

"thank you pretty girl, i'm so happy we won and the energy from the fans was just wow so amazing" he smiled at her then hugged her. alejandro dropped of y/n at her apartment so she could get ready, then he went to his house to change into fancy clothes. he made sure to pack his spider-man suit in a backpack which he hid in the trunk to make sure y/n didn't suspect anything.

y/n thought he was back to normal, he was laid back and the couple talked about silly things. he spoke about the latest pranks that were done in the barça boys' locker room and how xavi was proud of him and his performance today. they chatted up about different things as they ate their food and drank their wine.

that was until he seemed to be in a rush again. once again he was apologizing for leaving.

"why are you always leaving me alejandro? i need you to tell me why?" she grabbed his arm and refused to let him go.

"i'm sorry querida i can't tell you, i will but not right now i'm sorry" he told her, he looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

he rushed out of the restaurant and looked for his suit. alejandro got into the backseat and maneuvered his way into the suit as fast as possible. he knew crime was near. he flew past buildings upon buildings. that's until he spotted two men dressed in all black stealing from a jewelry store.

alejandro shot his web and pulled them both down by their legs and were stopped.

"thank you spider-man, you really are real" the woman said surprised and relieved. the police came and took them to jail.

now he was heading back to the restaurant to see y/n and explain to her everything. that was until he heard her struggling, screaming for help.

"ayudaaaaa!! help!! someone help me!!" y/n said as she was getting attacked by some man. it started to rain and it was dark outside already.

"hey leave her alone!!" he yelled as he got closer to them. alejandro managed to fight him off and the man ran off.

"estás bien? no te hizo daño?" alejandro asked her. (are you okay? did he hurt you?)

she was shaken up, "no i'm so lucky you got here on time", he was right in front of her; spider-man.

there was something about his aura that felt familiar and made her feel at ease.

"i'm glad you're safe you're okay now" he responded.

he was starting to climb up a wall but got stopped by her.

"wait" y/n spoke up.

he stopped and hanged upside down by his webs.

the rain was getting heavier, and she just had to know if it was him; if it was her alejandro.

she delicately pulled his mask down, although only stopping at his nose. his mask only covered from his nose bridge and up. his lips looked familiar, she managed to kiss his lips. although the kiss was upside down, he enjoyed it. to her the kiss answered her questions.

"i know it's you alejandro balde" she said after breaking the kiss.

"wait i can explain y/n i-" he said but got cut off by y/n as she placed one finger on his lips.

"there's nothing to say, i'm not mad at you spider-man" she laughed.

he jumped off the wall and stood in front of her, he took of his mask.

"i'm sorry y/n i should've told you sooner i just didn't know how to" he weakly smiled.

she hugged him and gave him a long kiss, "i could get use to being spider-man's girlfriend".

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y/n.spam.private.acc: courtesy, your friendly neighborhood spider-man and his girlfriend <3

comments are off.

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a/n:

hiii just trying this out on tumblr since i've been writing on wattpad for so long!!!

#alejandro balde #balde #alejandro balde imagine #alejandro balde x reader #football imagine #football oneshot #alejandro balde blurb #alejandro balde x y/n

[eisforeidolon]

OMG, when manipulating people, Lucifer appears to people as their romantic partners, episode 15x19 is PROOF of D/C!!!!

Except Lucifer didn't only appear as love interests or only use love interests to manipulate people. Although we didn't know who was doing the manipulating at the time, he appears to Sam as John in episode 11x04, to further convince him the dream visions he's getting should be followed. We see him manipulating Rooney in episode 12x08, and he is using Rooney's religio-political aspirations as his hook, not a person at all - let alone a dead love interest. We also know he manipulated plenty of vessels offscreen by unknown means - I doubt the Archbishop of Saint Louis was pining for an old lover. Furthermore, I'd posit that Sam knows Lucifer better than anybody but God and Michael by 7x02 post-Cage. So if Lucifer really did only appear as love interests? Hallucifer appearing to Sam as Dean in that episode would be "proof" of wincest.

So there were non-love interest manipulations and manipulations we didn't see onscreen that probably weren't centered on romantic partners. Which is enough to put holes in the theory alone, because its entire substance is just Lucifer appearing to someone = dead love interest. But why stop there? Let's talk about the context of the ones that are supposedly clues Castiel has to be a dead love interest, just because Lucifer did appear that way a few times.

Nick was obsessed with his wife and son's murder, and Lucifer's first salvo was causing Nick to hallucinate a baby's cry and a flood of blood from the empty crib before appearing as Nick's wife, who (unlike the son) could actually talk enough to make a specific bargain. Murders that we find out later were committed by *gasp* demons on Lucifer's orders to make said potential vessel desperate and vulnerable. The hallucinations Lucifer gave him pointedly included allusions to his dead son as well as his dead wife, so it clearly wasn't just about a romantic connection. It was his current weak spot, he was broken because his family were murdered.

When Lucifer goes to Sam in 5x03, Sam is trying to just sit the apocalypse out and live a normal life, hoping that will work to prevent anyone else getting hurt. Just like he thought he could sit the hunt for the demon out at Stanford. Even if Jess had just been his buddy, the girl who fucking died the last time he tried to live a normal life would still be exactly the right metaphorical knife to the ribs in that situation where Lucifer wants to imply that people can't change and there's no reason to hope the world won't end. Even Dean isn't a better choice there when the parallel of Sam getting normal people hurt by existing in their vicinity is so obvious. It was his current weak spot, putting innocents in danger.

Vince Vincente is depressed at least partially because his ex-girlfriend committed suicide after he treated her like crap and therefore blames himself for her death in 12x02. He does say in the moment that all he wants is her back - but actually, we learn an episode later that part of the deal he made with Lucifer was to heal his paralyzed sister because Lucifer sure as hell didn't do that out of the goodness of his heart. So again, even though it did involve a dead girlfriend, that wasn't remotely the only vulnerability Lucifer exploited, just the one that fits their theory. It was his current weak spot(s), the women in his life that he failed/couldn't help himself.

In each case, Lucifer is just using the best weapons he can bring to bear on the weak spots of vulnerable people, y'know, how a manipulator operates. That they involve romantic partners isn't actually the main reason for their use, and again, isn't his only shown tool of manipulation.

So Lucifer doesn't only use romantic partners to manipulate people, but even when he does it is about what the target's current vulnerability is that he can exploit to get what he wants. Which brings us finally to talk about that scene where he tricks the Winchesters with Castiel's voice in the penultimate episode. He needs to get into the bunker to use the Winchesters to trick the reaper to make sure he has the right death book. Sam and Dean are both inside. Most of their dead allies have been dead for a while so the shock and trauma has worn off/been buried - or they are alive enough to take a phone call and say no, they aren't at the bunker's door, actually (if Lucifer even knows enough to know who they are). But Castiel? The trenchcoated angel just carked it again a hot minute ago and wouldn't be able to get through the wards, making him the perfect tool for the job. It literally wouldn't matter if it was Dean or Sam, he's the entity in that moment they'd be least surprised to see resurrected and would open the door for, which is what Lucifer needs. No twue lurve necessary.

This is not the literal stupidest meta they've ever tried to pass off as valid. But yet again, it falls on its face if you actually examine it as a premise. Because they don't remember enough of the canon to know their theory is actively contradicted by other examples they forgot. Because they very pointedly pick and choose what context counts as important. Because they refuse to see other logical interpretations which are very obviously right there. Ultimately and fundamentally? Because they start from the premise that D/C has to be totes real and actively ignore everything and anything that doesn't lead to that conclusion - which is pretty much the entire canon, once you put their "proof" back in its original context and remove the distorted shipper goggles.

#bad meta #destihellers #destiew #mention of wincest #long post #lucifer

[laylainalaska]

I watched Foundation S1-2 this week and really enjoyed it, for certain values of enjoyed, copying over my write-up from DW, now with corrected character names since I've looked them up rather than spelling them from vague osmosis from the show.

(Blacklist the Foundation tag if you don't want to be spoiled from gifs, as I plan to promptly go seek out the least hinged gifs from this entirely unhinged show and bombard everyone with them.)

This show is a bonkers SF soap opera with gorgeous production values, Lee Pace hamming it up in crop tops, and a series of increasingly off the rails holographic versions of a dead chessmaster mathematician deploying his 9999-step plan to save the galaxy. I've literally seen nothing about this at all in my social circles, to the extent that I didn't even really know about it until the spouse started watching it. I was kind of halfway glancing at the screen now and then, if I happened to be in the room, for the first half of season one (and have only the vaguest idea what happened in the first few episodes, based on later events), then got invested and eventually completely hooked in season two, which also picks up after a 100-year timeskip so the cast has changed a lot anyway. Although between stasis pods, cloning, and holograms, it's mostly the same actors. (We have a running joke that by season 3 the cast will be at least 50% Cleons and Hari Seldons by volume.)

Anyway, so it is good? Hard to say! It's sort of like if Expanse and Game of Thrones had a (somewhat more optimistic) baby, in which the budgets are huge, the planets are beautiful, the spaceships are shiny, and lots of Big Feelings happen. The Evil Empire is run by an endless series of clone emperors played by Lee Pace in Romanesque armor and capes with massive amounts of scenery-chewing and an immortal robot bodyguard he occasionally has sex with. They have All The Clones in storage, so if he gets killed, they'll just transfer his memories and activate another one! Meanwhile the rebellion is being orchestrated as a 4000-step multi-century Xanatos gambit by a guy who started by having himself killed and activating a digital copy. Interestingly though, there is so much going on, and it's taking so much time for his plan to come to fruition, that it never really feels like the two of them directly pitted against each other (at least not that much), it's more like all of the stuff that happens along the way, the planets and the pretty spaceships and the people we meet who struggle and fight and save each other along the way.

I have to say that while I'm occasionally reminded by certain plot points and tropes that this is a series based on books from the 1970s, they did a good enough job with racebending, presumable genderbending, and so forth that it rarely feels like it. (Also, though I only know the books from general osmosis, I'm fairly confident the plot has gone way off-book anyway.) In season two there are no less than four young female characters of color in major plot-defining roles, there's a central gay couple whose loyalty to each other in the face of the Empire is a major plot point, and in general it's just a pretty, pretty show full of pretty people and pretty planets (and occasionally some really dazzling space-operatic SF stuff). It is definitely the most OTT and operatic thing I've watched since probably the MCU, and I'm really enjoying it.

Under the cut, out-of-order and largely out-of-context comments on various things I had a reaction to (mostly season 2 since that's where I got invested).

This show is an emotional roller coaster of the highest order. How many different instances of presumed dead and identity-switching can we pack into a single episode?

CONSTANT MY BELOVED. Season 2 in general gives great female characters, I already loved Salvo (;__;) and I also really enjoyed the ladies from the Cloud Dominion, but Constant!! She's just so funny and fun and so absolutely deadpan about everything from conning randos on some backwater alien planet to kidnapping a guy. I was so glad she lived through all of the half-dozen times she almost certainly should have died.

I was surprisingly upset about formerly-trapped-in-the-Radiant half-crazy Hari's death, "surprisingly" because, well, Hari being Hari, and also, it wasn't like this leaves us entirely without Hari Seldons, there's still Creepy Monolith Hari and who knows how many other copies out there. But that one had been through enough with Gaal and Salvor that he really felt like a different person. He's still a manipulative sack of dicks but I liked him! I was sad, but at least hoping he was backed up somewhere! And then two episodes later the most excellent reveal that he and Gaal faked the whole thing! I thoroughly loved all of that. Gaal hugging him! <333

"Don't trust the planet of the creepy utopian space psychics!" Orion and I were chanting at the screen, while they proceeded to not listen to us and it was, predictably, a bad idea. Seriously, when in all of sci-fi was trusting the creepy psychic utopia a good idea?

I had guessed/hoped that the guy with the whispership (can't remember his name) was going to warp into the plaza and save Constant from execution, but I really wasn't sure, and even with an inkling it was going to happen, that was an AMAZING entrance, A+++, no notes. Especially after Constant gave her speech and everything seemed to be setting her up to be a martyr to the Foundation, I was less and less hopeful she was going to get out of it alive somehow. Excellent rescue, very pleased.

I really enjoyed the entire subplot with the Evil Empire Honorable Space Admiral (can't remember anyone's names here either) and the scene in which he justifies his continued loyalty to the Empire is really a good scene. I mean, it's awful. But you can see his reasoning. He can't overthrow the Empire, if he refuses orders it won't change anything, he and everyone he loves will die, and someone else will be put in his place and follow the orders anyway. But then the whole thing with Constant's rescue points out that it may not be possible to change the entire Evil Empire, but you can make a lot of difference for just one person.

But I still wanted him to make better or at least different choices on the blowing up the planet sequence! I guess it all worked out according to Hari's 9999-step plan (my death is only the beginning! the death of my planet is only the beginning!) but that hurted.

Between Honorable Space Admiral and his fighter pilot husband, I was absolutely *not* expecting the husband to be the one of the two of them that survived. However, Honorable Space Admiral and whispership guy got a dynamite final episode (the fistfight with Cleon! never has a man deserved so much punching! the airlock switch!) and they both got to go out in an excellent death scene.

The entire thing with Terminus getting blown up! And then Deus Ex Monolith! And Constant's dads and Space Admiral's Space Husband are alive after the whole exploding planet fell on them! (I was SO happy Constant's family got reunited, I was so afraid she and Space Dads were going to go down each thinking the other one had died.) I think this episode gave me emotional whiplash.

SALVOR NO. WHAT WAS THAT EVEN. She just randomly died at the end there?? Come onnnnn. We already got like 12 death fake-outs in the last couple of episodes! Why'd that one have to be real?!

If time passes differently in the monolith, does that mean the entire rescued Terminus population are still going to be around after the second 150-year timeskip? I have questions!

Speaking of time passing differently in the monolith, best dialogue: Whispership guy: Whoa, it's dark. How long was I in there, anyway? Constant: Three years. Paulie: More like three hours. Constant: We agreed we weren't going to tell him! I love them. <3333

That sure was A Lot with the Cleons. And now I guess there's an entire Cleon/Cloud Dominion dynasty out there somewhere just waiting to cause trouble.

So yeah, I'm really enjoying my bombastic sci-fi soap opera! Season 3 when pls.

#foundation #foundation tv

[evermore-darkly]

10 songs I have on repeat as of late:

I am rarely interacted with so, thanks to @diabellein for the tag. My taste is probably not all that interesting but here we go.

1. Insomnium - The Unrest

2. Unleash the Archers - Apex

3. Grim Salvo - Heart of Darkness

4. HIM - Katherine Wheel

5. Night Fiends - Death Lead the Way

6. Speaker of the House - Freefall

7. Departures - The Last Dance

8. blessthefall - Hey Baby, Here’s That Song You Wanted

9. Madeon - Shuriken

10. Chromeo - Jealous

Ten random tags with no pressure to partake: @thedaemonicwitch @reh-hateshumans @homesickfornowhere @in-herbones @elegyforadream @keryahoraculi @missvoodoodoll @angelic-morbidity @lilith-nocturna @vargaresa

[a-tarassia]

È un concetto semplice. Ogni cittadino crea, con ciò che fa o non fa, delle reazioni, crea un prodotto, che sia materiale o non materiale, che può portare un cambiamento nella vita della società di cui il cittadino fa parte. È quindi necessario che l’individuo sia cosciente di ciò e agisca per il bene di tutti, per creare valore. Idealmente. Il valore può essere di tutti i tipi, anche solo sicurezza o solidarietà o anche conoscenza o bellezza e armonia.

In economia viene chiamata esternalità l’effetto che le azioni di consumo o di produzione di un soggetto ha sugli altri soggetti. Anche un parcheggio fatto male, per esempio quando trovate una macchina piazzata in mezzo tra due posti, crea una esternalità negativa. Chi arriva dopo non riesce a parcheggiare né in uno né nell’altro posto. Il famosissimo caffè sospeso a Napoli è un tipico esempio di esternalità positiva. Chi prende il caffè al bar e decide di lasciarne uno pagato regala un sorriso e un caffè ad un’altra persona. La fabbrica di Gentilini che sta sulla tiburtina a Roma sforna biscotti a catena e succede che se passi vicino senti quest’odore di biscotti nell’aria, è un’esternalità, per me che c’ho lavorato accanto per due anni ad un certo punto da positiva è diventata negativa, dopo qualche mese quell’odore mi faceva venire voglia di strapparmi via il naso a morsi, ma datosi anatomicamente impossibile allora ho desistito.

Non è facile gestire le esternalità e visto che ne ho già scritto e anche abbondantemente sul mio altro tumblr anni fa, oggi volevo solo dirvi questa cosa qui che sto per dirvi.

Ho una vicina, su cui dovrei scrivere molto, ma mi limito a dire che vive con altre quattro persone, tutte adulte e oltre e lei si occupa del bucato di tutti, perché, salvo le due anziane, il marito e la figlia evidentemente sono nati senza mani, ma sorvoliamo. La mia vicina ha la lavatrice fuori casa, sul retro e sul retro ha anche il lavatoio che, dio solo sa come mai, usa in continuazione con una certa passione. Questa mia vicina fa una lavatrice al giorno, almeno, e la fa sempre la mattina presto, questo comporta che dalle mie finestre esposte verso casa sua, ogni mattina entra un piacevole odore di ammorbidente e dura tutto il giorno e io la consideravo una esternalità positiva, mi dicevo che meno male che sta povera disgraziata c’ha da lavare per un esercito ad ogni rotazione terrestre, io mi sveglio ogni mattina con un bellissimo odore che mi accoglie e che profumo e che cazzo di ammorbidente usa e quanto cazzo ne usa? Glielo devo chiedere. Ad onor del vero credo sia talmente forte che anche la mia dirimpettaia dall’altra parte della strada lo sente al punto che la domanda sul prodotto gliel’ha fatta lei, lo so perché, la dirimpettaia, quando parla urla fortissimo, esternalità negativa, so anche quando ha dei problemi con le colleghe e la sorella e quando deve andare dal ginecologo e quando la figlia non rifà il suo letto la mattina, ma non c’ho mai parlato.

Io questa del profumo di bucato la credevo un’esternalità positiva, no? Sono anni che mi dico che fortuna, che bello, che profumo rasserenante, che potenza del bucato che ha la mia vicina, ma come fa? È una maga? E invece no, @autolesionistra a mi ha riportato coi piedi per terra in un suo post in cui ha gentilmente spiegato che non è profumo di bucato la mattina quello che sento, manca poco che sia quello del napalm (cit.) perché in verità è inquinamento amici miei.

Il mio bucato del resto non profuma così perché a momenti lavo solo con acqua e se riuscissi a rifiltrarla la riutilizzerei, giuro, anche perché come dice un tipo su tiktok you do not need to be washing your fucking clothing like a maniac, Are ya’ll rolling in fucking manure, cause a lot of ya’ll wash your clothing like you rolling in fucking manure everyday.

Babies we don’t have all that money to waste and not even all that time to waste and not even the luxury to use all that detergent anymore sis.  

La mia vicina inquina ed è un’esternalità negativa, ma certamente non è che adesso posso addossare a lei le colpe di secoli di storia e corporazioni, chiaro, però adesso nella mia testa quella che credevo fosse una roba bella mi metterà invece ansia.

Ciao.

[julex93drawings]

Una comisión con una referencia que muchos de ustedes reconocerán si son fans de la franquicia de Mario, en este contexto, Lisa salva a uno de los polluelos de la madre pingüino, quien esta feliz de que este a salvo su bebe. Espero les guste.

A commission with a reference that many of you will recognize if you are fans of the Mario franchise, in this context, Lisa saves one of the chicks from the mother penguin, who is happy that her baby is safe. I hope you like it.

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What do the queens of green and black think of Alyssa? Like as a person? I'm so excited/scared for her!!

I could sum up all of Alicent's feelings about a good-daughter in this amazing post by Pendragora as it's a very spot on angle of approach that I'm taking in graves in many, many ways.

They also echo the sentiment I hold that Aemond is the paramount favorite of all of Alicent's children. I know from Aemond's POV in Graves it's his repeated conclusion that Daeron is her favorite (bitterly) and he stopped being her favorite a while ago.

That perception of his is tied into his very complicated and very low self esteem buttoned up behind that wonderfully arrogant and cold veneer, but since we get no interiority from Alicent as Graves is 100% Aemond or Alyssa POV, you're left drawing your own conclusions.

(spoilers: Aemond is her favorite, you're not SUPPOSED to have favorites as a parent but Aemond is abso-fucking-lutely her favorite, Daeron is her baby that she spared a life in King's Landing by fostering him with her kin in Oldtown, Aegon is her constant woe and worry and Helaena is her befuddling joy even if her foresight is a bit confounding)

There was a lot of day dreaming and outlining spent around Alicent and Alyssa's relationship all the way to the epilogue - with the wedding festivities in full swing since she arrived in the capital and all the chaos that entails, of course, it's hard for Alyssa to get to really know her good-mother in a one on one fashion but I think the latest chapter in Graves was our opening salvo of actually establishing a personal connection when Alyssa reached out and touched Alicent by the hand and thanked her for her gift of fabric towards the bridal cloak.

(just imagine Alicent getting a goddamn break for once, or being force marched to a summer vacation by Aemond bundling her up onto Vhagar despite her protests, flying her north to Runestone during warm summer years, Helaena and the children already in residence and the whole lot of them enjoying the peace, the change of scenery; they'll have respite outside of the heat and stink of King's Landing and all the politics in the rolling countryside.

She can pray in the tiny sept at Runestone, or take morning walks through the godswood with her good-daughter. She will see Aemond come into his own as a lord in his own right as Alyssa's husband, managing a household and his own affairs, finally out of the constant monotony of his life in King's Landing. Just the bliss of going from a madhouse of the Red Keep to a tucked away corner of the realm where living is slower, simpler, some place that gives folk the freedom to breathe and watch her grandchildren grow unencumbered, be able to freely move about without a whole coterie of Kingsguard, her children and grandchildren safe and happy and well-loved by all around them, which gives us such a peace she's not felt in years when she lays her head down at night.

Runestone becomes a "Balmoral" sort of retreat for her if I'm throwing around any sort of analogy.)

With Rhaenyra's opinion on Alyssa, it's more of an informed take from a distance in its current state in Graves. Certainly the friendship between Lucerys and Alyssa gives her some insight on the person that Alyssa is as a positive spin, especially as Lucerys and Alyssa have remained friends despite the betrothal not working out in the long run and Alyssa largely trying to make like Switzerland amidst the turmoil of Aemond's feelings towards Lucerys out of sheer terror of what would happen if Aemond were to give in to the violence he feels towards Luke.

As an added layer of complication, Rhaenyra no doubt would want to be very careful about alienating Runestone or any major stakeholders in the Vale due to the mood around Daemon and the shady, suspicious death of Rhea Royce. (my tinfoil says that Rhaenyra probably has an inkling that Caraxes is very, very fast and Daemon was very, very sick of his Bronze wife and her accident was very fortunately timed - Gerold Royce showing up at Rhaenyra's goddamn wedding feast all those years ago to lay down some pretty forward implications against Daemon can't just jettison out into the ether for those who know Daemon well enough. as the saying goes, my Nyra was born at night, but she wasn't born last night - just a question of what she would even do with that information if it's confirmed he killed Rhea)

Jeyne Arryn can only hold so much of a support effort as Rhaenyra's cousin and liege woman. Nyra has to get her hearts and minds campaign underway.

✨thank you for such a lovely question to pop in with, anon!!! ✨

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