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steppingstonesuniverseguide · 9 months

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One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 9/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

Author Note: There are needles, drugs, and medical things in this chapter fyi. This stuff starts at “He is biting me now," and goes to "A hand fell on Phil’s shoulder."

Adrenaline once again proved itself to be one hell of a drug, because the moment Phil brought attention to Tommy’s wound, the boy went from sleepy, cuddly kitten to injured, cornered wildcat. It was simultaneously less and more worrying. Less because it had been strange and confusing behavior coming from the usual rather boastful superhero. More because that was a lot of blood in the sheets and the little fucker wasn’t letting him get close enough to see why and was possibly injuring himself more in the process.

“Tommy,” Phil said in exasperation. The boy looked like a murder victim in the white blood covered outfit, didn’t have his powers, and was locked in a room with him, but he was also fucking fast even injured and smart enough to know if Phil managed to lay a hand on him, that was the end of it. Phil took the time to mash the ‘get the fuck here’ button on his watch while trying to back Tommy into a corner. Tommy was not having any of that, however, weaving around the couple of chairs and the bed while matching every one of his steps. “Calm down, I just want to see it.”

“Fuck you!” Tommy responded. Fantastic.

“Mate…”

“I’m your prisoner, not your slave. I don’t gotta do what you say!”

“You are literally bleeding all over my floor.”

“And you. Are. A. Bitch!”

Phil understood why Will wanted to throttle this kid.

As though his thoughts had summoned him, the door to the cell beeped and then started to open. Phil put his body between Tommy and the door when he saw him notice the noise. The last thing they needed was for him to get out of the room when Phil couldn’t even catch him in it.

“What the fuck?” Will said immediately on entry, seeing the red stained twisted bedsheets half on the floor, the trails of blood all over the tile from where Tommy had been weaving back and forth across the room and the bloody handprint on the wall next to Phil’s head.

“Close the door,” Phil ordered. Will did and it clicked, autolocking behind him.

“What the fuck?” Will repeated.

“If you even think about opening your bitch mouth, I’m going to start stabbing shit. I will stab you. I will stab you in the face.”

“Does he have a knife?!” Wilbur asked, alarmed and completely confused.

“No, he doesn’t have a knife.”

“I do have a knife,” Tommy claimed. “It’s a huge knife, and if you come anywhere near me or try to use your stupid screamy powers on me, I will bring it out and use it!”

“Tommy, I just want to help you,” said Phil with a frown. He was half hidden behind a chair, his eyes bopping between the two of them. His hand had come out to steady himself with the back of the chair since he was fucking woozy with blood loss. It left an imprint of red on the fabric.

Luckily, the door beeped again, and Technoblade entered the room. Wilbur was still standing in front of the door, so Tommy didn’t have a chance to bolt. Will reached over to close the door behind him. Techno’s eyes took in the scene for a moment and then met eyes with Phil. As always, Techno immediately knew exactly what Phil needed and was prepared to provide.

He turned to Tommy. “You are going to come over here, or I am going to come get you,” he informed Tommy.

To the credit of Tommy’s survival instincts, his eyes did widen, and he paused for a long moment. And yet… “Fucking try it asshole.”

He took a stumbling step away from the chair ready to play the same game of ring around the rosy with Techno as he’d done with Phil, but Technoblade simply hopped onto the seat and then over the back of it to land in front of him in two swift movements. Tommy went to scramble away, but Techno snagged his arm. The boy came around swinging, but Techno didn’t even have to dodge because it went wide.

Techno swept him off his feet eliciting a squeak of protest somewhere between indignant and in pain. Phil winced, but it got the job done.

Techno easily carried him over to the bed despite him still trying to fight. He set him down and pinned him with one arm over the chest. Techno then looked over at Phil expectantly.

Phil blinked and then was over at the bedside a second later. Tommy was still cursing them out and fighting, but his movements were getting more sluggish by the moment.

Now that he was finally relatively still, it was clear where the blood was coming from since the entire right side of his torso was soaked. Phil reached out and carefully peeled the once white shirt away from it. There was a piece of fabric tied around his waist, covering the wound, though if it had been red before or not could not be decerned.

He was trying to figure out the best way to get that off when a hand with a pair of scissors came into view. Phil looked over to see Wilbur digging through the first aid bag already. There was one stored in the observation room next door and he must have slipped in to grab it without them noticing.

Phil took the scissors and quickly snipped through the fabric to access the wound. He recognized what it was immediately: a stab wound. It wasn’t horribly long, and Phil knew it probably looked worse than it actually was because of the blood considering Tommy was still conscious and had been putting up a fight a moment ago, but it still made him freeze.

Wilbur nudged him out of the way to get a look for himself. “He’s not going to die,” Wilbur reassured Phil after a moment, but then pressed his lips together to peer up at the pinned boy’s face. “Despite his best efforts.”

The boy hissed and seemed to remember that while his upper half was restrained, his legs still worked.

“Little fucker!” Wilbur spat as he jumped away from the foot aiming at his face. “You know, I was going to ask if you wanted to be numbed or put under, but I don’t trust you to keep still.”

“He is biting me now,” Techno notified them blankly. He used his free arm to press his forehead back into the bed.

“I’ll get the needles,” Wilbur said. He pushed Phil again, leading him to take a step back from the bed.

He could hear Tommy saying something to Techno but it turned to a garbled mess in Phil’s ears. His eyes tracked Wilbur as he sifted through the medical bag to find the needles and drugs he needed. Wilbur knew what he was doing around medical stuff far more than Phil or Techno. Learning how to prevent death had been a bit of a special interest to him for decades. He knew plenty about wounds and how to fix them. Techno moved to hold one of Tommy’s arm down and the needle went in.

Wilbur had been scared of needles when he was 7. Things had changed.

It didn’t take long for Tommy’s body to still. Except for the breathing. Still breathing. Wilbur was already back digging in the med bag as Techno stood up straight, no longer needing to keep the boy from struggling.

“Uh… Phil?” Techno asked.

Will’s eyes flashed to Phil, and he paused in his gathering of medical equipment, seeing more than most people ever could. Most of his existence was spent just observing after all. “Techno, get him out of here.”

Techno hesitated. “Don’t you need…”

“I can handle a suture on my own,” Will said. “Bastard’ll be fine. Go.”

A hand fell on Phil’s shoulder and Phil looked up. Techno was taller than him. He’d been right, drinking coffee as a child hadn’t stunted his growth at all. He didn’t quite realize his feet were going anywhere until a door snapped shut behind him.

There was silence.

“Who’d you call?” Techno asked.

“Hmmm?”

“The phone call, Phil. You went to make a phone call earlier.”

“Oh,” Phil said. “Puffy.”

“Wanted to make sure Clinanthium got back alright?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“Yeah,” Phil said. “Yeah, she’d already picked him up.” He and The Captain had been friends back in the day. They were still friends in a way. He’d offered her a place with them again at the end of the phone call and she’d refused once more, but there’d been more hesitation this time. She’d asked about the Red Glider. He guessed he’d lied to her when he’d said he was fine.

“Phil?”

“Why the fuck was he bleeding, Technoblade?”

Techno leaned against the wall and frowned at him. “If you’re asking if it happened here,” he said, “Obviously not. You could see it’d already been sewn up once before. He ripped his stitches. I had eyes on him the whole time and there wasn’t anything that could’ve made them rip, so he must have pulled it before he got here.”

“He changed clothes,” Phil said.

“I didn’t watch him,” Techno explained. “He was wearing red before so none of us saw and then he probably couldn’t bleed enough before getting here to notice. Then he was under the bed covers.”

“But why would he hide it?” Phil asked.

“It’s a weakness,” Techno said without hesitation, as though he knew. As though it made perfect sense really. “He’s probably worried it’ll be used against him.”

And Phil forgot sometimes after having fought back-to-back with him for so many years, after watching how Will could cajole him with puppy dog eyes into letting him play with his hair until he inevitably fell asleep on the delighted man’s lap, after all the times he’d fallen asleep on the couch and didn’t stir when Phil carried him to his room, after all the experiments he patiently let Will do on him with his voice, he forgot that Techno did know. He knew what it was like not to trust people to have so much as basic human decency let alone anything more.

Phil’s mind flashed back to a fifteen-year-old Technoblade who’d broken a glass and sliced his hand to shit when Phil had been away from their hideout. He’d managed to hide it for a week before Phil had finally noticed he’d been using his right hand for things he normally used the left.

It had been a battle of wills that spanned hours to get the boy to show it to him. When he finally had, he’d sat as tense as a bowstring as though he expected Phil to treat the already damaged skin roughly, to hurt him more for fun. It had been infected despite Techno having done his best to keep it clean on his own and he’d had to lance it before sewing it back up and providing antibiotics. It had been a horribly emotionally taxing experience that he had not wanted to repeat ever.

Yet here he was again.

God. Tommy had been shaky and pale and he looked like a child. And he’d leaned against Phil woozy as he’d bled out from a stab wound.

Here he was again.

“Phil,” Techno said, and Phil’s eyes snapped back to him. “Will’s got him, yeah?”

“Right,” Phil said. “Wilbur is in there and patching him up.”

“So, he’ll be fine. What can we do in the meantime for when that’s done?”

Phil thought. “He’ll need clean sheets and clothes,” he said, “maybe more blankets since he might be cold while recovering, and we’ll need cleaning supplies for the floor and furniture. He’ll need a lot of fluids and he wasn’t able to eat most of the macaroni and cheese, so maybe broth or soup?”

“Blankets, bleach, and broth,” Techno said. “Sounds doable.”

“Alliteration?” Phil asked mildly.

“It makes it easier to remember,” he claimed.

“Or the Blade’s just a poetry nerd,” he teased lightly.

Techno bumped shoulders with him. “Shut it old man. What are you? 75?”

“Something like that,” Phil said, rolling his eyes.

Wilbur was humming when they returned, which in one way was not a surprise because the boy could rarely manage to shut up with or without using his powers. But also, this was the kid he supposedly wanted to drown in a lake he was humming an achingly soft tune to. He was already long done with the stiches judging by the fact that he’d started an IV drip and cleaned up the medical supplies he’d used. Now he was just seated on one of the chairs, one leg tucked under him and humming a song that reverberated through the room like windchimes in the breeze.

“What?” he asked, cutting off the song when he noticed Techno was staring at him.

“Going soft, Will?”

“Fuck off, it’s for medical purposes.” Techno continued to look at him and he bristled. “I don’t have to like him to not want him to die.”

“Is he at risk of dying?” Techno asked. “That doesn’t look like a blood transfusion.”

“He doesn’t need a blood transfusion. He hadn’t lost enough blood to be anything other than woozy.” He did not answer the actual question, Phil noted. “I see you brought a change of bed sheets. We should probably change them.”

Will had already taken the ruined white shirt off of him and used a rag to clean off the worst of the blood on his skin before moving him to the least blood-soaked part of the bed. They went ahead and changed him into a new set of clothing, and then Phil held him while the other two changed the bedsheets.

“He’s very light,” Phil said with a frown. He knew he had superstrength, but that just meant he was more used to carrying healthy, full-grown adults than most people.

“Oh, no, here we go,” said Technoblade under his breath.

Wilbur reached over and smacked him upside the head without even looking. “You were malnourished.”

“He would put butter in my coffee.”

“I like butter in coffee,” Will said.

“If I was going to let you put coffee in your six-year-old body, you were at least going to get some nutritional benefit from it,” Phil said.

“You are both horrible people for different reasons,” Techno replied. “You can put him down now.”

Phil looked down at the boy’s sleeping face and squeezed him lightly.

“…Phil?”

Phil settled him down onto the clean sheets and reached out to carefully move a strand of hair out of his face.

“He’s not as fucking annoying when he’s asleep,” Wilbur commented, sounding royally pissed about this fact.

“Wish I could say the same about you,” Techno mumbled and got a glare in return.

“I should have drowned you in the bathtub the day Father brought you home.”

“Because I’m sure that would have worked out for you,” Techno drawled.

“…Do you want to go Blade?”

“No,” Phil said.

“I could take him, Phil,” Wilbur claimed.

“Since when?”

“You fuckers destroyed my shed last time. No.”

Author Note: Inconsistencies in the timeline? Nah, we call that plot seasoning. ;)

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mooksie01 · 4 years

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With Teammates Like These, Who Needs Friends (4/5)

Chapter Summary: It turns out that the only thing worse than a tense first date in an airship... is an awkward first date in a haunted dust mine.

Or: In which Clover feels like a moron, Elm causes problems, and nobody knows how to deal with a crush.

Warnings: More swearing, canon-typical combat, SPOILERS for V7C3, light angst

AO3 Link: [X]

Link to First Chapter: [X]

Notes: THIS IS A REPOST. Tumblr basically blanked my first attempt at posting this a few hours ago. Hopefully this one will actually show up.

Long chapter today to make up for the short one yesterday! I hope you all enjoy!

Please like, reblog, and comment if you like this chapter, and thank you so much to all of you who have been! Your support means the world!

(Just to preface, I haven't edited this chapter as thoroughly as I usually do, as I'm currently in the process of packing to go back to college tomorrow. I might come back later and give it another run-over when I have time, but for now, I'm sorry if there are any major mistakes or awkward spots in the chapter!)

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Walking through the abandoned dust mines with Qrow, Clover can’t help but be… a little distracted.

Up until now, Clover had only ever seen the other man move in a manner so instinctively disconnected and introverted that he’d just assumed that that was how Qrow always was. Now, though, he sees that he was wrong before; beside him, Qrow marches forward, back straight, shoulders carefully held lax in preparation for any possible conflict, head high, and eyes shining with a startling clarity and determination that takes Clover’s breath away.

In short, he’s a vision and it’s a herculean task not to stare.

Still, Clover is a soldier first and foremost, and he doesn’t allow himself to be sucked in so much that he might lose focus on the mission.

After a few long moments punctuated by nothing but his team’s routine check-ins, Qrow speaks up, “Gotta say, ’m still not really used to working with other huntsmen in the field.”

Clover glances at him out of the corner of his eye, mentally jumping hurdles in an attempt to figure out what the best route to steer this conversation in would be. He decides to tread lightly--nothing too personal. “But you were on a team before, weren’t you?” he asks, as though he doesn’t already know. That should be safe.

Qrow sighs softly and his gaze darts to the ground.

Fuck.

Just kill him already.

“Long time ago…” Qrow’s voice comes out sounding gruffer than usual, “I’ve just found working alone tends to be for the best.”

Clover’s heart constricts in his chest. What is he supposed to do?! He’s already upset Qrow (twice, now!), how is he supposed to avoid doing it again?! He doesn’t want him to shut himself off from the Ace Ops just because Clover can’t stop sticking his foot in his mouth! Should he comfort him? He seems like he needs comfort. Fuck, he has to respond. What can he say?!

“Well, I think that’s a shame,” he blurts out, and immediately wants to punch himself.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he is saved from having to ruminate over his social missteps when Qrow suddenly pitches forward, his foot catching on the uneven terrain of the cave floor underneath them.

Clover dives after him, seizing him by one arm and grunting with the unexpected strain of having to pull his partner back to his feet, then moves one hand to clasp his shoulder and make sure he’s steady. He is unsure if he has his skill or his semblance to thank for the feat, but he is grateful nonetheless to whichever it is.

He determinedly does not think about how this is the second time today that he has gotten the opportunity to hold Qrow close. Because that would be weird.

Once Qrow is standing again, they stare at each other for what feels like a long time, but is probably only a split-second. Clover feels like tiny nevermores are making a mess of his insides the longer he looks into Qrow’s eyes.

Then, those incredibly nice-looking eyes narrow into a slight glare and Qrow takes a firm step back. Rather than think about what he’s messed up this time, Clover decides that now would be a perfect time to report in to his team.

“Alpha, here. Give me an update.”

Qrow falls into step behind him as they proceed forward. Once again, the minutes pass mostly in silence but for the intermittent interruptions of their comms. Unlike Squads Bravo and Charlie, they see no sign of any sentinels or the target itself, but Clover has a feeling that they will soon enough.

His comm buzzes in his ear and makes a soft beeping noise, a signal that someone is contacting him through the Ace Ops’ private channel. Clover is about to answer aloud, but stops when a quiet series of taps and drags echoes down the line. It takes him a second to realize he’s being spoken to through morse code. His heart starts racing. They almost never use morse code in the field. Has something gone wrong?

He listens closely.

“ .... --- .-- … / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -... .. .-. -.. “

HOWS YOUR BIRD

He takes a deep breath in and steadily lets it out through his nose. Now is not the time to figure out if it’s possible to throttle someone through a comm line. Instead, he tries to discreetly raise a hand to his ear and respond:

“ .. -- / --. --- .. -. --. / - --- / ..-. .. .-. . / -.-- --- ..- “

IM GOING TO FIRE YOU

“Who are we firing?”

Clover startles, whipping his head around to look at Qrow. The other man stares impassively at him, a single eyebrow raised. Clover swallows hard because oh no, he’s hot. “Nobody. Well, Elm, probably.”

“What did she do?” Qrow asks, quickening his pace half a step until he is walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Clover again.

“Fooling around on comms during a mission. Don’t worry about it.” Clover stops walking, turning to face Qrow, who takes the hint and also comes to a halt. “How do you know morse code?”

Qrow shrugs, folding his arms over his chest. “Just a useful skill for a huntsman to have, isn’t it?”

Clover scrutinizes Qrow for a long moment, detecting that there’s something more to that. Unfortunately, though, he’s not Robyn, and he doesn’t know Qrow well enough yet to pick up on any tells he may have, so he just nods and they continue walking.

“Must’ve been something real interesting,” Qrow says after a few more minutes spent in silence, “to get you to blush like that.”

Clover’s steps falter. His face grows hot as he stares after Qrow’s retreating back.

Fuck.

He isn’t allowed to stew in his embarrassment for long, as their target suddenly phases through the cavern wall and appears right in front of them. Before Clover can even react, Qrow has already drawn his weapon and started shooting one-handed at the geist.

While Qrow keeps the creature busy, Clover shakes himself out of his stupor and speaks into his comm, “This is Alpha! We’ve engaged the target!” He pulls Kingfisher from his belt. “All squads head towards our position!” He extends the pole, and casts out the line, hoping to catch the geist by its ribs and haul it in before it can reach any materials to build a body out of. Unfortunately, his shot misses, the hook clattering to the ground just as the target darts into a giant chunk of ice sitting on the cavern floor.

Pieces of rock and ice begin to float into the air around them, pulled unrelentingly into the geist’s orbit. Clover curses under his breath and rushes forward, hoping to snag the geist and pull it out of its half-formed body before it can finish construction….

...Only to hear Qrow’s panic-filled voice echo from behind him, “Wait, stop!”

Clover looks up just in time to see a large metal beam tumble from the ceiling above. He raises his arms and takes a stumbling step back as it crashes into the ground just a few feet in front of him.

When the dust settles, he peers down into the hole it had made, taking the target with it.

Dammit.

He knows for certain that that beam would’ve done some serious damage if not for Qrow’s warning. He probably wouldn’t have died, but he certainly would’ve been out of commission for more than a little while.

Still, the target got away, and as Qrow runs to stand beside him, he reports in to the rest of the teams, “Target escaped. Last seen headed east.”

He shoots a sideways glance at Qrow, who is staring contemplatively down into the chasm, a strange light in his eyes that Clover can’t quite comprehend.

He looks back into the seemingly-bottomless darkness. Kicks a medium-sized stone into the newly-made pit in an attempt to get a rough estimate of how deep it goes. “Thanks for the call-out,” he says, suddenly remembering that he should probably express his gratitude toward Qrow for saving him an awful lot of injured leave. He props a hand on his hip and shifts his weight as the rock lands below. “That could’ve been bad.”

Qrow sighs heavily next to him, “I wouldn’t thank me….”

Clover is taken aback at the sheer amount of self-loathing and shame loaded into those four little words. He looks at Qrow. The other man is firmly avoiding his gaze, and the strange quality that Clover had noticed in his eyes earlier now registers in the back of his mind as guilt.

This… was not the Qrow Branwen that Clover had thought he’d be dealing with. Just a few hours ago, he couldn’t fathom a world in which such a famous huntsman would be anything less than confident and secure in himself, but it is becoming increasingly clear that that assumption couldn’t have been more wrong, as the intense self-contempt Clover hears seems to settle within a well-worn place in Qrow’s face and voice.

Qrow angles his upper body away a bit more so Clover can no longer see his expression. “My semblance brings Misfortune. Sometimes… I can’t keep it under control.” His voice gets weaker at the end of the sentence. His fists clench weakly at his sides.

Clover’s chest seizes with some unnamed emotion.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course Qrow had been upset this morning--his semblance was literally bad luck and here Clover had been, walking around with a bunch of good luck charms and making luck-based puns.

Reviewing the events of the past hours, more and more pieces fall into place. Qrow’s sudden shift in mood from playful to downtrodden after they’d run into each other, how he’d repeatedly downplayed his hurt feelings as “dramatics,” the way he’d said on the airship that he “couldn’t blame” Clover for--for what?

He remembers the way Qrow had gestured to his ensemble earlier. His world tilts on its axis.

Oh, Brothers, Qrow thought that Clover already knew his semblance and had been wearing all of his charms as some sort of twisted precautionary measure. To ward off him. A human person with thoughts and feelings.

Stupid, stupid, so stupid.

He shakes his brain’s attempts at self-punishment away. What’s more important at the moment is that he now knows what’s wrong, and that he can fix it, and Clover decides in this moment, a million thoughts running through his head, that he no longer cares about the other Ace Ops’ teasing. If hanging around Qrow from here on out is what it will take to boost this gorgeous man’s self-confidence, then that’s what Clover will do.

“That so?” Clover asks, as though he hasn’t been rethinking every single one of their interactions up to this point. When Qrow turns to look at him, eyes wide with shock, having obviously expected a far worse reaction, Clover flashes him the most reassuring smile in his repertoire (and that’s saying something, since he has a lot of reassuring smiles saved up at this point). “Well, hey,” he says, purposefully making a show of glancing casually at his scroll’s screen and extending Kingfisher, “don’t beat yourself up about it.”

(He hopes desperately that this remark comes off as encouraging, rather than callous.)

He pulls down what’s left of the metal beam that had almost crushed him, resulting in a small-scale landslide that just-so-happens to give them a way down with which to follow the target.

He turns to face Qrow, making direct eye contact with the other man, who seems to have frozen in place.

And hey.

“My semblance is good fortune….”

If he can get in a little flirting while he’s hanging around the aforementioned gorgeous man?

“...lucky you, huh?” He gives the other a wink as he speaks. Qrow’s eyes widen. Clover raises his eyebrows and turns away, watching Qrow until the last possible moment.

Well, that’s neither here nor there.

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More Notes: And there we go! Only one chapter left in this part of the series! I'm glad everyone seems to be liking it so far, and I'm so, so thankful to those of you who have been so kind and supportive in the comments. You're all amazing! Lots of love, fair game rights <3

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perictione · 5 years

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Isn’t tumblr fun

Okay, so I’ve seen some conflicting information flying around since the announcement literally an hour ago about tumblr’s new policy.

Fandom content will be affected, first of all. Here’s a direct quote from the new TOS. Bold is mine.

What is considered adult content?

Adult content primarily includes photos, videos, or GIFs that show real-life human genitals or female-presenting nipples, and any content—including photos, videos, GIFs and illustrations—that depicts sex acts.

What is still permitted?

Examples of exceptions that are still permitted are exposed female-presenting nipples in connection with breastfeeding, birth or after-birth moments, and health-related situations, such as post-mastectomy or gender confirmation surgery. Written content such as erotica, nudity related to political or newsworthy speech, and nudity found in art, such as sculptures and illustrations, are also stuff that can be freely posted on Tumblr.

So what does this all mean? TL;DR:

1). N/SFW fanfic will still be allowed, for now.

2). N/SFW fanart will NOT be allowed.

3.) If you tag something as N/SFW (etc), no one will see it in search.

1). N/SFW fanfic should still be allowed.

Written content is still cool! For the moment. So fic writers (like me) shouldn’t be affected, except for what’s happening to the fanart community. However, if this new policy doesn’t get tumblr back into the app store, I’d expect erotica to be next on the salt and burn list.

Not in the new TOS, but newly added to the ‘why aren’t you appearing in search section’ certain kinds of links in posts now cause them not to appear in search. Tumblr hasn’t told us what those kinds of links are. When I post fic, there is usually a link involved, so that’s fun. This also has the side ‘benefit’ of making it harder to cross promote other platforms on tumblr. Want to post your content from twitter? Or your blog? Or another website? Tumblr might throttle your post.

2). N/SFW fanart will NOT be allowed.

I know it’s a bit confusing. Tumblr is saying that nudity in art (including digital illustrations like fanart) is allowed. However, that only applies to art that does not depict a sex act. Sex acts like—well like any of them. Basically any fanart that depicts characters in a sexual situation is now NOT ALLOWED. They can be naked...but it can’t be sexual. The exact implementation of that distinction is going to be complicated. For example, masturbation is a sex act. So a nude depiction of a character needs to be one where they aren’t engaged in touching themselves or turning themselves on in any way.

‘Sex acts’ is also a pretty broad in another way—characters do not have to be nude to engage in a sex act. I’m going to assume that kissing does not count. What about groping? Humping? An illustration where nothing explicit can be seen, but the characters are clearly doing something naughty? Guess what, that depicts a sex act.

I’m willing to bet that tumblr is going to err on the side of caution here. Tumblr may take an even harder stance in practice, where nudity is only allowed if the art is not meant to arouse the viewer. Basically, if it doesn’t resemble a renaissance painting in spirit, it’s out. At least, that’s my expectation.

For the Transformers fandom specifically:

Some people have said that because we aren’t depicting human beings (usually) in N/SFW fanart, we’ll be fine. That is really not an accurate interpretation of this new policy. Here’s why.

In the language that mentions sex acts, tumblr does not specify that ‘sex acts’ have to involve a human being.

Some explicit TF fanart depicts humanized genitalia on mostly human-shaped robots. I know if I were the moderator enforcing this, that would definitely make the cut as adult content. Actual animals engaged in sex acts, like a photo of two bunnies doing what bunnies do, is probably going to be allowed.

And here’s some proof that is going to segue us into point #3: the ‘furry’ tag has been throttled. Or blocked or shadowed or whatever. Furry art, as we all probably know, does not depict human beings.

3). If you tag something as N/SFW (etc), no one will see it in search.

A ton of fandom tags have been directly or indirectly throttled in the past week/two weeks. What’s happening is that certain tags can no longer be searched for at all. I posted about this when I discovered it last week.

If you search for ‘sex’ it comes up with “That’s about it for sex. Try another search?” And there’s a whole list of tags (which tumblr has not made public because they suck) that are like that. N/SFW is one, ‘safe sex’ is another, ‘chronic pain’ is also on the list bizarrely. ‘Furry’ is another one—which clearly demonstrates that tumblr doesn’t think that adult content must be about real human beings to get banned, which is why I think the Transformers fandom needs to worry.

But wait, there’s more! If you tag a post with one of the banned tags (N/SFW for example), then it won’t show up in any other tag at all. Tagged your photo of your french fries as N/SFW as a joke? Guess what, it isn’t going to show up in the ‘french fries’ or the ‘fast food’ tag either.

Guess what that does! It disincentivizes tagging to warn! Make a post where you mention sex and tag ‘sex’ or ‘nsfw’ so people who just don’t want to read about sex won’t see it? Well, you’ve succeeded, now no one will! Your N/SFW headcanon won’t show up in the fandom tags if you warn for it properly either.

To conclude:

Basically, yes! We’re fucked! I’m really sad about this, because I love fandom, I love fandom on tumblr even, and the little community of transformers fans I’ve got around me now is great. I’m sad that we’re getting hamstrung here.

I’m also really grateful that I got off my ass and started participating in fandom for really the first time this past year. No more lurking! I’ve made friends, who are wonderful and a delight, and who I know I’m not going to lose because tumblr isn’t our only point of contact. I’ve also got mutuals on here who I don’t have points of contact with outside tumblr. And all the cool people I follow, I know I won’t be able to keep all of them wherever fandom goes next.

But I’m hopeful. Fandom has always managed to find its sea legs in the past. We’ll do it again. We’ll build this city again.

#fandom #maccadam #transformers #valveplug #tumblr #peri lives

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now it says I cannot edit the post I made a few minutes ago, and is refering to an app.

I don't use an app. I access from the Tumblr.com website with a computer, not a phone.

and the place where the hashtags go are saying some reference to YouTube while using Tumblr.

Tumblr is hijacked by Google and Pope Bergoglio. But Pope Bergoglio is dead, died at Grants Pass Walmart about three weeks ago when he was cut in two by the guillote they put in the front entry from time to time, that day, was one of those times.

The means Google is at the Vatican without the Pope Bergoglio. The Tumblr slaves are crying for help in ways that they are able to, with changing the way the controles work, and wishing that someone would notice.

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Edit: 4:36 pm:

Assessment:

There is something fishy going on. Everywhere.

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Edit: 4:54 pm:

“... and the operator say’s” ‘40 cents more for the next three minutes...”

That means the Operator was in on the call the whole time.

“Mrs. Avery” = Mrs. AV E R Y = Mrs. Audio/Visual + Power + Aaarrrgghh + “Y” signal splitter

“Mrs. Avery” = SAG Vatican terror pirate rerouting the call

It’s an avery, a place where birds are kept. Aviary (alternate spelling, Canadian accent, is Phoenician) A Coup.

The Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show song was from 1973.

The records available online say that the breakup of Bell Telephone & Telegraph (A/V) happened in 1982, but everyone knows that happened in the 1970′s. So, WT actual F is happening with that?

Y signal splitter’s work with the recorded history of the world the same as they do with pulsating signals. Truth splits to a dark place where no one can find it, a Gnosis Generator changes the truth, adds bullshit, removes some key information from the truth, then spits out the result for consumption by the people as Gnosis.

Sylvia, is gone. We are told she is moving away, never to be seen or heard from again. The operator wants more money, to keep you hanging on, to find out where Sylvia is at, and not hang up... they can‘t make any money if you hang up.

The Pope is a Crocodile (Croak-a-Dial)

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Edit: 5:24 pm:

Diana Ross = Die on a Cross (she has to learn some Carpentry first, so she can build the cross the Christian Pirates are going to nail her to, See?

(Diana Ross is musical Royalty, in more ways than one, a Supreme Being)

Fast Forward to Princess Diana for Russian Mother Hoax Fractal View through a time warp paparazzi tunnel. (Paparazzi = Papa Arrgghh Nazzi = Pope Pirate Nazi). It’s not about black or white. It’s about acceptance of the Pirate Pope, or not)

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From the Dr. Hook song I linked somewhere else:

“We got a genuine Indian Guru that’s teaching us a better way...”

It’s “Amp Guru”.

“Genuine” = Generates a Whine from a phone call, American Indian Style.

Remember what happened to all of the American Indians? (native Americans)

Then, add the phone hijack, the operator, “Turn water into wine” all boils down to “The Jim Dunlop” (all Pope, all the time, eternal Pope, Amp Guru at Vatican Choir HQ) on the phone call, listening all of the time. It must be a “Pay Phone” or the Operator would not be exposing herself like that (nun; Russian Whore). The “Turns Water into Wine” is the Modern Day Indian (you & me) all being turned into Whine... crying for help on he phone while trying to find Sylvia on a hijacked phone call where some asshole (nun) is pretending to be Sylvia’s Mother and is jacking US around on the call.

Jim Dunlop, maker of Cry Baby Wah... since 1966.

It’s a gas peddle (throttle) for “Axial Expression” (Axpression).

To Throttle, is to accelerate OR decelerate. (AKA: Buffer (time warp); Governor (leash; limiter)

On a phone call, it controls the speed at which you will decide to accept the Pirate Pope later on, after more effects are applied to the mix, and you slowly learn intuitively about the Christian Pirate Ship, it’s Captains, the size... enormity of the boat, and the French speaking scalawags who crew the thing. They need you and me to move the boat forward, we are the sail on the mast in the wind. We are Jesus. A sale on a pirate ship. nailed.

If you have a Bic Lighter, and learn about the Chi that resides within you, and also carry and use a fingernail clipper for defense, you can defeat the pirates.

A Chihuahua armed with hot sauce and sharp teeth.

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Edit: 6:05 pm:

Once again, the puzzle parts add up to reveal a glimpse into the Vatican, through the television screen, as it looked in 1965 - 1966 and thereabout, to see the Puppets of the Thunderbird’s TV show, “the Tracy’s at Volcano Island”, are “Amp Guru”, and “Amp Guru” is a culmination of all of the Pope’s throughout recorded history AD, materialized, as “The Jim Dunlop”, Captain of One Vatican Pirate Ship.

Read this account to see how that was decoded with a secret agent decoder ring from an old box of Cracker Jack’s over the past six years, and a lot of life experience.

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Edit: 6:17 pm:

At the 1:25 minute mark, Jim Dunlop Amp Guru thugs are sent to hassle Jimmi, right there on stage. They Rush him, get all in his face while he’s performing and he does not even miss a lick.

He did not sign-up to be a Christian Pirate. He played left handed, with a right-handed guitar, upside down, to try to show you and me that there is something important to know about the guitar. He had plenty of Chi, was able to be among the very best of the best of guitar players, with a upside down and backwards guitar played on the opposite side.

Fucking Genius.

They sent Jimmi to the 27 Club, where he met Sylvia, they remain there with Janice Joplin, and others at the 27 Club Great Gig in the Sky.

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Edit: 6:41 pm:

Personal note:

This past week has included that my vision was very poor while trying to write, trying to see to cook some food, to see to walk around or do anything at all. But today something has changed, the local terror cells are not releasing the kind of poison gas that affects vision, I can see clearly today. That has not been the case this past week at all, and has been ongoing for many years as the local terror cells release a variety of poison gasses into the surrounding area, the “return air” vent on the forced air heating system draws the poison gasses into the house through the chimney, dryer vent, window “weep holes”, and other household venting and cracks and holes that exist in all houses. The windows are all closed, but the heater return air vent creates a negative pressure condition inside the house, and draws air in from outdoors where the air has been saturated with poisons released by the neighboring terror cells.

If it’s happening to me, it could be happening to you too.

My vision is perfect today, all day. Something changed outside.

That above is strange, it’s the 12th, but that grey area says it’s the 13th. The post there behind the grey area is titled “January 12, 2021: 3:57 pm:”

This one:

I am not able to make edits to that one, it’s locked up by Tumblr. If I try to make additional comment, that other blue message that says something about a Tumblr App shows up, prevents me from further additional comment.

If I could make additional comments to that other post featuring Donald Trump on the cover of the Rolling Stone, then, I would say more about what happened on January 6, 2021 at the Fred Meyer Gas Station when that Salem Oregon Government Bus showed up with the explosive guitar bombs inside, and Mark Keisel was there to make the hit to kill me, but exploded with others who were on that Salem Oregon Government Bus after I defended against Keisel. If I could make additional comments to that post above, on the actual post that’s is locked up and is not accessible for making further comment, then, I might be tempted to say that Donald Trump was also on the Salem Oregon Government Bus that was sent to kill me at the Fred Meyer Gas Station on the 6th of January, at precisely 3:36 pm (I have the receipt in my pocket still).

I might comment that the Bus exploded with Donald Trump on it somewhere nearby the Josephine County Sheriff’s Office on F St., about one-quarter mile from the Fred Meyer Gas Station in Grants Pass, but I can‘t do that, they have me locked out of that one particular post, the one with the mystery 13 on it in the screenshot above.

I could say a whole bunch of additional stuff about that.

The important part to what I might say is that all of that bullshit reported on Twitter about a White House invasion, is all bullshit. What that really is, is a way for Nancy Pelosi to say that Donald Trump exploded on a Salem Oregon Government Murder Hit Bus, and the shit went side-ways.

That is what that is all about in the Twitter news, and everything being said and done by the SAG Congress, Pelosi & Company, is all to make distraction so that no one will be interested in knowing where Donald Trump might be. Even Joe Biden is in on covering for the whereabouts of Donald Trump in the Twitter news.

It’s all bullshit! The whole WH invasion of January 6, 2021, is bullshit cover story done by SAG US Congressional Shills!

He was on the Salem Government Bus when the thing exploded into bits from at least one guitar bomb that was also on the bus, built by Mark Kiesel of Keisel Guitars. The explosives are suspected to have been provided by Micheal Moore of “Super Size Me” fame. If not, Mr. Moore knows where the explosives came from.

Send help to Oregon, learn more.

Please send medical services.

Bring your own hospital.

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Edit: 7:37 pm:

This is a good place to make a REMinder about 737 MAX Airplanes and that I was there, at Boeing Seattle in 1998 when the place was taken by machine gun wielding terror soldiers who did not speak any English at all.

“What did those guys look like?”

Thank you for asking, good question.

You know that Die Hard movie with Bruce Willis at the Christmas Party?

Those blonde guys with long hair. They looked just exactly like those guys, at two of them did.

They killed all of the office workers. Young women who worked in the office at Boeing Seattle. They were called out to the airplane assembly area near the big door to the enormous hanger that Boeing is. It’s a big hanger where airplanes are built.

The women were lined up against a wall, told to say who they were, and what their job titles were, then, the people were separated, “these people over here, those people go over there”, and one of the groups of all women were shot against the wall. There was someone there in the Boeing tour group that I was part of who did some interpreting for the people with the machine guns. I was asked to speak to the women before they were shot also, to ask them what their job title were.

The bottom line here is that all of the math works out that SAG/Britain/Vatican/German terror is planning to use those “Grounded” (modified for terror) 737 MAX to do aerial spraying of poison gas over large populous regions some where. I suspect it’s a global operation in USA and Asia, maybe South America too. There are a whole bunch of those airplanes, plenty of time to make modifications has passed, and they had time to move them around to different parts of the world also.

I suspect Mustard Gas.

Also, reminder that I was there in 1970 when all of those rock star musicians I tell of from time to time were saying that the goal was to eliminate the population of the world, to reduce the population of the WORLD to about 500,000 people. That’s Half-Million people remaining after the “50 Year Plan“ is done. (Five-Hundred-Thousand inhabitants of the globe)

They were serious about that. We can see that they were serious about that. There are numerous clues, indicators, guidance, all that leads to a global depopulation of Biblical Re-Genisis magnitude.

Start Over... is the plan.

Those with SAG Cards in good standing, dues paid in full, might survive, if they are among the ones who draw the long straws, not the short ones at the “Heaven’s Gate” somewhere. (SWSX Terror Convention; It’s compass, points down, and to the left, depending on what hemisphere you are on at the time you take a look at the compass. I think. Maybe it’s a Thompson, goes up, and to the right when fitted with a full drum magazine, so, Hemispherical considerations are warranted, with respect to the right & left hemisphere’s of the human brain, for making the correct choices at the SXSW terror convention on Judgement Day for SAG Card Holders w/Dues Paid in Full, card in good standing)

This is not a joke, I am not making this up.

I was there. At the table at the time.

I was about ten years old. I remember.

So, that is the most important thing to know about why Donald Trump could have been inside of a Salem Oregon Government Bus at the Fred Meyer Gas Station on the 6th of January, 2021, and exploded when the shit went side-ways.

What’s more important is the date, the timing seems to be on or near the 20th of January, 2021, for the planned Boeing MAX aerial Mustard Attack of the world. (Grey Poupon, for decoding purposes. French’s will also work for decoding Twitter news, and promotional email from Music Industry Advertisers and Retailers)

Oregon is the place where a vast majority of the terror is HQ��d. California is where the most leadership is, Washington DC are all puppets, only the messengers, as far as I can tell. Congress is a voice of hidden leadership at corporate offices of all kinds, perhaps. But the highest of terror high command appears to be the “Amp Guru” the “Jim Dunlop” the “Vatican Choir”. Those seem to be higher command level than “British House of Lords”, or, could actually be the very same, could be British House of Lords = Amp Guru.

I still recommend the best defense for immediate results is to take Twitter offline. Make it go away. Even a temporary hiatus for a couple of months would help. The most commands come through the Twitter news stories, coded into them.

Would the world be so horrible without Twitter that the safety measure cannot be done at least temporarily?

Google is the same as the Pope’s Office Filing Secretary.

Google corporate and the mechanisms the make it work have to be taken into custody of Global Security persons who are opposed to being exterminated like a bug in a jar filled with Raid. Are there such persons left alive somewhere?

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Edit: 8:45 pm:

There are some people who know that the explanation about the Boeing 737 MAX attack already has come to this very point once before in the past. Only few people are aware of that, and all of the recorded documentation was deleted, made unavailable for me, but is available to others somewhere, I don’t know exactly where, but the Oval Office is a likely place to find those records, or access to them, from Beta Twitter in around 2008 and also on old Tumblr account, and also on old Google+ accounts.

The people who stopped the attack the first time are probably all dead now.

So, here you go, there is no Russia.

Don’t drop this this time:

It’s Mongolia.

They are no terrorists in Mongolia. They don‘t have any nuclear warheads in Mongolia, I don‘t think Mongolian’s even have an internet.

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Edit: 9:08 pm:

Think about this please:

Size and scope demonstration of Vatican pirating in USA:

Let’s say you are a terror army leader who’s army uses nitrous oxide as a primary weapon, your goal for the time being is the kill and replace as many US Citizen voters as possible without being caught. You need a way to get nitrous gas into as many households as is possible. So, you convince the Residential Window Manufactures that they need some representation in DC, to lobby for concerns about climate change that affect the manufacture rules for window makers. The window manufacturers consortium is created because you are really good salesman. So, once that is done, you convince congress that it’s a good idea to mandate that there will be some small holes put onto the bottom of all the windows sold in USA, “Weep Holes” are invented for the purpose that if some condensation happens to gather on the windows, it will drip down safely out of the house through the “Weep Holes” in all of the windows, from now on.

That way, since you need to get the nitrous into as many homes as is possible, it’s much easier to do if the window has some holes there for the terror army to use a means of putting the gas into the houses so the people can be killed and replaced with other people who will vote the way you tell them to vote, making everything more predictable at election time later on.

There, you just managed to create a easy way so your terror soldiers can do their job faster, better, and by government mandate with blessings from the Window Manufacturers Consortium who are people who care about climate change.

You have been doing this a long time, and are so skilled as a salesman, that you can sell moccasins to an Eskimo, and snow shoes to a native American in Arizona, no problem.

You learned long ago, that making things easy for the pirates, speeds the boat along and that a little grease in the grooves makes the guillotine blade come down much smoother. Holes in the window, are grease on a guillotine groove.

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Edit: 9:34 pm:

I go to the store, and there is always some asshole who wants to bum a cigarette as I come out of the store, or wants a couple of dollars for gas.

That’s a lobbyist in training.

A lobbyist, literally, are people who go to places where congressional members are likely to be, such as in the lobby at Capitol Hill. The congressional members need to come out of their offices at least once per day, so, go bum a smoke, hang out in the lobby and wait until they walk by, to ask for some gas money.

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Edit: 10:03 pm:

(Pacific Power Corp turned off my power for just one second as I went to share this next part here, as I pasted the URL for this Buick Commercial, the power went off long enough to knock out my modem, and stop my computer from running. This is big terror news here, it’s revealing, is a major peice of evidence of the Window Manufacturer’s Consortium being used to put holes in everyone’s windows, by government mandate)

As I was saying when I was so rudely interrupted by Pac-Pow:

You are are a Christian Pirate Leader, are on TV, and with this commercial have instructed millions of terror pirate scalawags that you were successful at putting holes in all of the windows in USA, and their job will be much easier after all of the new houses are built after this ad was aired.

Grease, on the grooves of the guillotine ad:

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Edit: 10:23 pm:

I need some assistance to keep the connection from being hijacked all the time.

Pac-Pow zapped my power, but that is not all, the Centurylink/Google/Tumblr terror consortium is still fucking with me also. Pac-Pow is the right hand, Centurylink is the left hand, Google is the brains of the three, and tumblr is like a pen that won‘t work all of the time, or a pencil that keeps breaking, have to keep sharpening the damn thing.

That Norton product is fake, I pay a lot of money annually for Norton 360, but they give me that fake one, I can’t do anything about it. It’s been fake since day one. I have been able to get a real copy in the past, but they change it in the background to that fake one. It’s been about fifteen years since I was able to download the real Symantec product. I pay for Norton 360, but I get Symantec Life Lock instead. Centurylink can and does do a lot of invisible hokus pokus with that fake product they came up with. You could have the same problem on your computer. There is nothing you can do to get the product you pay for, that is what you get. It never finds any problems, ever.

My computer must be perfect.

That thing that happened with the power going off was like this, I suspect:

I went to YouTube. I knew exactly what I was looking for. I typed a YouTube search for “Buick commercial with All Buick’s will have holes in the side”, which is another commercial about the same thing, except the ad says “all Buick’s will have holes in the side” on the commercial I was specifically looking for on YouTube. Then, what happened, is a flag went up at Google HQ, they know that the Buick commercials are a problem, so the called Pacific Power right away to scare me away from posting the commercial to show you about the Weep Hole terror at the US Government Mandate level.

Google initiated the power cut at my house, lasted only a second or two.

Please help make the connection secure at least, if you won‘t send medical help.

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Edit: 11:17 pm:

Local Update:

A walk to the mailbox was uneventful.

There is no mail, just air inside the mailbox.

It’s warm, is 51 degrees outside and drizzling.

The warmth could be the reason my vision is do good today, as the forced air heating has not been on much today, I have the thermostat set for 59 degrees lately, down from 61 degrees after getting a giant size electric bill last month. The warm temperature and absence of use of the return air making the negative pressure condition could be why not much airborne gas came into the house today, my vision was very good for all but about one hour today.

The Myers have all of their interior lights turned off, and have a altarnate porch light turned on at the addition entrance that was put onto the house about three years ago. The holiday lighting around the door remains on.

Chapman’s is showing signs of strangers at 3701 Russell road with unusual lighting habits.

All remains dark at 520.

I did not pay attention to trash can conditions, was interested in Myers.

Freebergs is nearly dark, one internal house light can be seen from the road, just one small string of holiday lights out by the roadside is on.

Monroe Offensive Trailer has lighting on at the entry and a small blue glow in the rearmost part of the trailer is present. Monroe’s trailer was dark last night. The Copper colored Toyota or GMC Canyon truck that was at the Monroe trailer is no longer there at the trailer, could be in the driveway as usual. I did not go over that way.

Bells is all dark from where I can see.

I don’t have a view of Phillips 507 to ever say anything about, but there has been absence of activity there for some time, but I don‘t go outside often enough to know about much activity, only static conditions. It’s too dangerous to go outdoors in day time for any length of time.

Chartrand’s is per yesterday as far as I can see.

Dietrick’s turned off the extra porch yellow bug light that was on last night, it’s back to one yellow porch light showing now.

Clyde Baum’s seems a bit darker, less lighting than is usual. I don‘t have good access to a view to know what is normal and was is not.

If I looked at Strong’s, I did not see anything remarkable, I was in hurry, and did not want to fuck around, so, I don’t know, have to look later.

That’s all.

There were no indications of traffic noises near or far.

The Norton security “background tasks” pop-up window was on the computer screen when I returned from a five minute walk. Only five minutes of idle time had taken place, as is usual for the Norton pop-up, despite that it’s supposed to wait about a half-hour before doing background idle work.

The Norton pop-ups are being used to fool someone, somewhere, and have been for many years.

The heater was just on, my vision is poor now.

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Edit: 1-13-2021: 12:06 am:

The thing about the “Weep Holes” in the windows, I have known for decades, I did not know the magnitude of it though until more recently.

I was held captive by Eastwood Guitars and other music industry terror operatives in around 1998 - 2002, forced to design many things for many different terror cells. This guitar is one of my designs. I have never been given credit for any of the things I designed, but that is not important, what is important is that I included a lot of hidden ideas into the things I was forced to design, and this Bucklund model is one of them. It’s designed after, and in association to my knowledge of the Weep Holes, and their connection to the Buick advertising. The guitar is a Buick. It was done to show later, if I could get free of the captivity, that the window Weep Holes are a product of terrorism, done by the same groups of people who were holding me and my family captive.

I am free of that captivity, but into another kind of the same captivity now.

It’s a Buick.

It was designed to explain the Weep Holes that were put there so that the nitrous would be easier to put into the victims homes.

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Edit: 1-13-2021: 12:39 am:

One more time:

The nitrous oxide gas won’t hurt you, and, it won’t hurt the sword wielding terror Christian Pirate who is putting it up your nose. You don‘t smell it. You don‘t see any gas. You can‘t taste that the gas is there. You have no idea that you are being gassed. The terror soldier is fully aware of where the gas is, what direction it will go. They can take precautions that you are not going to do.

The gas does not hurt you. It does make you dumber than a box of rocks at a quarry. Stupid dumb. You will laugh your ass off, as the terror soldiers entertains you momentarily, just long enough to make you put your hands into the hand cuffs they bring with them. The sword is a last resort, just in case you fight back. They want to capture you, not kill you right away. They need to know where the rest of your family is at, and where your assets are at, and how to access them. They take you to a dungeon, basement somewhere, or a empty warehouse to torture you so you will talk. Once they are done, you will be begging them to kill you, it’s that bad.

The gas does not kill you, won‘t hurt you.

The terror soldiers kill you.

The nitrous works as a truth serum, it removes all of your instincts to protect yourself, is invisible in every way, it will make you tell the truth, you cannot tell a lie when exposed to nitrous gas, it won‘t work if you try. You will lead them directly to your family. It’s a pain reliever, you won‘t scream, they can torture you at a mall parking lot at Christmas time, you won‘t scream, no one will know as they pass by with Black Friday Sale Items.

You are not immune to nitrous gas.

If you think you are stronger than the gas, you are fool, and are exactly the kind of victim that makes a good target.

Terror soldiers, Christian Pirates, do the killing, not the gas.

That, and it’s cheap to make. For $50 you can buy everything needed to make an ample supply at any well stocked farm supply store, a visit to a department store for a coffee maker, and gag shop for some balloons to store it in. For another $50 you can get the professional pressure tank at any well equipped plumbers supply outlet.

Plumbers test ball is the preferred pressure tank among the Christian terror pirates, rectally holstered:

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Edit: 1-13-2021: 3:01 am:

I am being throttled by the internet terror consortium, Google/Centurylink/Tumblr in so many ways it’s not easy to know which of the group is doing what particular digital hokus pokus.

For the past few hours, these conditions are notable:

The day started with the Tumblr app notice on my previous post featuring Donald Trump on the cover of the Rolling Stone, then, I was not allowed to make additional edits to that, had to start a new post, this one.

After that, the page I was working on, would jump all around, I go to type some words, and the page goes flying up to some other place.... have to find my curser, I know it must be around here somewhere... so, that happened all day.

Then later, after the bit about the plumbers test ball, the internet just stopped working... the computer was working. The modem was working. All of the internet connections where in place, and were working, but there was no connection... all of the pages I tried to go to were blank.

“Sorry, we can‘t find that web site, please try again later and check your connection settings...”

Assholes.

One page did work. I was able to connect to Google Gmail to see the contents of my Google Gmail. Yahpoo mail was gone, so was Wikipedia Ten Codes link... all blank, but all the modem lights were on, and the internet connection indicator said all was good.

It was like I was totally stranded, even worse than I already am stranded.

I broke the internet.

The whole thing for about two hours.

This happened:

See, says it’s all good at the bottom right where the internet connection icon is at.

They gave me that scary message, says my privacy is important there at the top... they are going to go ahead and route my privacy somewhere else, it says.

Terrorist bastards.

That was the case after posting the photo of the plumbers test ball, immediately after that.

I am glad it works now. Even if there is no one there who will talk to me.

I got a phone call on Sunday, it’s Wednesday now, but I did not answer the phone call, or check the message, it’s too dangerous to check a phone message when the US President is chasing after you, to kill you. Trust me, that is scary.

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This Just In:

1-13-2021: 2:50 pm:

See that? The way the movie camera icon is not working?

The Google/Centurylink/Tumblr internet terror consortium strikes again. They won‘t let me post the link to the Ozzy Ozbourne version of the Stepenwolf song Born to be Wild, where it’s all different kinds of fucked up at Ozzy’s House too.

Did you know that Ozzy Ozbourne has gone through somewhere around 22 spinal surgeries in his lifetime? All result of Amp Guru and the Vatican Choir terror pirates beating the living daylight out of him for writing and singing the revealing lyrical content he exposes in his music. They didn‘t send him the Great Gig in the Sky just yet, instead, the tossed Sharron at him, and then later, the gave him a reality TV show, Jimmi Hendrix Stage Rush style at his house every minute of every day.

Look at the date of the weird Ozzy song at the linked page above.

Ozzy, doing Stepenwolf’s Born to be Wild, featuring Ms. Piggy and The Count on backing vocals:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1NGzog11vc

(Factoid: It is musically forbidden to do a cover of Born to be Wild, and/or Deep Purple’s Smoke on the Water, the Vatican Choir Amp Guru murder police will track you down, burn your guitar, and bury you in your amplifier if your band plays those at a night club)

Save Ozzy, save the world. He can tell all, people will listen.

Note to Mr. Osbourne: You may not remember the day I chased those Amp Guru thugs out of your house in So Cal, but if you think about that very narrow doorway at your studio, the one I walked through and sat down, and wrote you a note, to say what little I knew at the time, you may recall the day I chased thugs from your home.

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1-13-2021: 3:30 pm:

Terror math:

It’s about the Bass (Base) of Global terror.

Black Sabbath: N.I.B.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jB84LL-Z8TU

Just the title is all you need.

There must be a Knight around here somewhere, a stowaway scalawag.

Perspective is necessary from a listener, audience standpoint.

You need prerequisite knowledge about coded language of the entertainment industry, here, specifically, scale is not a factor. Whatever it is, can be as large or small as is needed at a given time, so, ...

N.I.B. contains three periods. Those are “Blood”, “Moons”, “Months”, “Heads”, “Stones” and “O’s”... other as needed.

So, N.I.B. = NOIOBO

It’s a SAG thing to start with (Head Start). Ozzy and SAG are not getting along very well at the time.

Three Stooges show up, beat the living daylight out of Ozzy Osbourne for having recorded the song “War Pigs”.

So, “Spread Out”: N O I O B O

Step the fuck back, have a look.

We have to consider the global magnitude:

Ozzy is from Britain, or UK, somewhere close to the source (Sorcerer)

So, they sort things out over there, God’s job. is to sort things out. (Google)

So, sort it out: “N O Ten Downing B O”

Maybe we can Start there.

I see nitrous there. N O is nitrous.

“Nitrous Oxide Ten Downing B O”

Sounds offensive to me.

“Nitrous Oxide Ten Downing B Offensive”

Hmmmm....

Where is that Ten Downing (I O Downing) again? It’s in Britain, we already decided it was all about the Bass (Base).

“Nitrous Oxide Ten Downing British Offensive”

Conclusion:

“N.I.B. = Nitrous Oxide Ten Downing British Offensive”

Perspective:

N.I.B. by Black Sabbath

(Nitrous Oxide Ten Downing British Offensive by Black Sabbath)

(Nitrous Oxide Ten Downing British Offensive by NO² Sunday, See?)

Oh, yeah

Some people say my love, cannot be true Please believe me, my love, and I'll show you I will give you those things, you thought unreal The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal

Oh, yeah

Follow me now and you, will not regret Leavin' the life you led, before we met You are the first to have, this love of mine Forever with me 'til the end of time

Your love for me has just got to be real Before you know the way, I'm goin' to feel I'm goin' to feel, I'm goin' to feel

Oh, yeah

Now I have you with me, under my power Our love grows stronger now, with every hour Look into my eyes, you'll see who I'm My name is Lucifer, please take my hand

Oh, yeah

Follow me now and you, will not regret Leaving the life you led, before we met You are the first to have, this love of mine Forever with me 'til the end of time

Your love for me has just got to be real Before you know the way, I'm goin' to feel I'm goin' to feel, I'm goin' to feel

Oh, yeah

Now I have you with me, under my power Our love grows stronger now, with every hour Look into my eyes, you'll see who I'm My name is Lucifer, please take my hand

Songwriters: Butler Terrence (usa 2), Iommi F Frank

For non-commercial use only.

Data from: Musixmatch

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You can decode the lyrics on your own.

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Black Sabbath: War Pigs:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_A6y58afFY

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Etcetera, and so on ...

It’s Christian Pirate terror math. They do addition, with subtraction.

HMS Eleaner Rigby, is the name of the British Submarine Christian Pirate Ship.

13 January 9600

March 13 9600

3139600

Play the turn-a-round:

1339600

There is something fishy going on.

Play the turn-a-round again:

1336900

Stooges come on stage, get in your face for playing Born to be Wild:

Spread out:

13 369 00

Pirates are superstition bastards:

They want me to spread that 1 and 3 apart. Fuck that.

369 is International Pirate Code for: Eternal Progression. Eternal Power. Infinite Control, and other ways of saying that the pirating will continue ...

Fuck that too.

They work the math a little different than I do:

The double zero’s, are “Dead Bitches” in Pirate Speak.

AAaarrggghhhh!

There is more than one way to be a Pirate!

Davey Jones in Locher:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Br_-a21Myls

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tM8PHrArL_E

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Full Rundown of What’s Going On

Just writing this here so I can have something I can link all my other social media stuff to, since I can’t really do a video update right now.

So obviously, it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to upload any new videos. The reason for this is that something seems to be wrong with my net connection. Oddly, the receive / download part of the connection seems to work just fine, it’s purely the transmit / upload portion that’s having problems. I can send small things like text messages, posts on Tumblr / Twitter, things like that, the problem comes with anything bigger or more strenuous than that.

Two major examples of this, first is of course uploading my videos. When I try to do that, the time estimate just keeps getting higher and higher, usually to around the 3 hour mark, then it fails completely. It does this consistently, every single time I’ve attempted it. There was one exception, which I’ll get to later. The other example though is trying to be on a Discord call. I can hear the person I’m on with just fine, they come through loud and clear. They however get a super slowed-down, robotic voice from me. In testing this with Pink, when we found out it wasn’t working, I just said “Well bugger.” According to Pink, from the time the message started going through, it took me about fifteen seconds to say those two words. It came across like “w-w-w-w-w-e-e-e-e-el-l-l-l-l-l-l bu-u-u-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-g-e-e-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r” or such.

We got a tech out here to look at the dish, because after the snow we had, we noticed that a piece of the equipment had a crack on it. Not the dish itself, but a little disk on the transmitter, I think the tech referred to it as the LMB or something? According to the tech though, that shouldn’t matter really, but they replaced it anyway, got our dish realigned, but the problem still persists.

The tech basically seemed to want to upsell us on a connection called Jupiter 2. My uncle later looked them up, and seemed hesitant about them. They’re faster, but there are reports of throttling, and the connection is about $30 a month more expensive than what we have now. The tech said it would only be around $10 a month more, which strikes me as odd, and makes me wonder if some detail was left out. Like what my uncle looked up, I’m guessing it was just Jupiter 2 by itself, which is going through HughesNet themselves again. Makes me wonder if there’s a way to get Jupiter 2 through DishNet which would be more what the tech was talking about or something.

Anyway, that aside, my uncle wanted to try changing out our router. The only other one we have though is of comparable strength to the one we’ve been using the whole time. When I was the ONLY one on the connection, it seemed like my video was maybe TRYING to upload, though still way slower than it should have. It was at least trying though. This leads me to an experiment I wanted to try : I want to try setting up the OLD router, but with me being the only one on it. I’m hoping if nothing else, that will provide a definitive answer on what could be the problem. I feel like we’ve eliminated so much else :

- They supposedly fixed the dish, so it shouldn’t be that.

- I tried uploading another video that is already live on the channel, and it failed the same way, so I know it’s not something just wrong with that one file.

- I copied it to my old system and tried sending it from there, it still failed, that eliminates Groose as being the problem.

- The issue still occurs on the new router, so it’s not a specific problem with just one router over the other.

This test, I’m hoping it will see if we just have too much traffic on the network and might need to get a stronger router, assuming that’s even something that would help. I’m hoping so? We’ll have to see. Unfortunately, things are on hold on that front due to my step-uncle having to go into the hospital again. His pneumonia came back, and they’re having to drain fluid from his lungs, so I’m not sure how long he’s going to be there, so things will have to wait for the moment until things calm down.

#durgonupdate

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blake-noble · 5 years

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The Fellas at the Freakin’ FCC Strike Again: First The Internet, Now Children’s Television

You know, these days especially, it seems that the list of reasons not to like the Federal Communications Commission far outweighs any list of reasons you could come up with in its favor.

Yeah, sure, it might have just earmarked $4.9 billion to be spent on improving broadband internet access in rural areas. But that doesn’t absolve the FCC of the sins it has committed under the stewardship of its current chairman, and one of the most punchable faces in all of human history, Ajit Pai (seen above intolerably drinking out of an oversized mug. No. It’s not funny, Pai. Stop. Just stop. You need to stop it. Get some help. Also, I’m not eating Reece’s cups for a while now, either, so Hershey’s, you can thank the FCC for that.).

In the last few years, the FCC has dealt a horrible blow to net neutrality laws (it also admitted that it lied to the public about being hacked when it began collecting comments about said effrontery to net neutrality) and over the summer, decided to roll back regulations on children’s educational and informational programming.

Make no mistake, what the FCC has done here does nothing to benefit poor, dirty commoners like you and I. So who is benefitting then?

That’s obvious. The beneficiaries are — who else? — big corporations with their bank accounts full o’ beaucoup-bucks.

When the FCC officially rolled back net neutrality regs in the summer of 2018, it was claiming that keeping them was “costly.” Ridding the US of them, it said, would encourage internet service providers to invest money in upgraded equipment, which would in turn increase internet speeds and make the internet here a better thing.

Except, yeah, no. Getting rid of the regs, as it turns out, has done little to encourage ISPs into investing money into better equipment and improving infrastructure. Actually, most of the investing in those areas isn’t coming from ISPs, but the FCC itself (like those billions of dollars mentioned earlier).

In reality, ISPs felt that neutrality laws were too restrictive, specifically when it came down to how they could make another buck. So they all did what a big business does best when it decides it doesn’t like the law: Wave a load of money around and have the law changed.

Why? Well, with net neutrality laws on the books, it meant that ISPs had to treat access to the internet equally. ISPs couldn’t charge higher prices for higher speeds, for starters.

To be more even more specific, it also meant that an ISP like Comcast couldn’t speed up or prioritize access to an internet-based service that it owns, like Hulu, while also slowing down or even blocking access to competing services, like Netflix. It also meant that they couldn’t charge you a fee to restore access to them.

Therefore, the FCC’s regulations were too restrictive when it came to whatever backhanded method an ISP could think of to make a profit. They had to go.

And if you were wondering: Yes, since the repeal, ISPs have been throttling access speeds in the name of higher profits. I’m sure there’s a fire department in Santa Clara, California that can tell you all about what Verizon decided to do in the midst of it fighting life-threatening wildfires around this time last year. This really is the slow beginning to a painful new era for internet access.

So what’s the motivating factor behind the changes the FCC made to regulations regarding broadcasters and children’s programming? If you guessed “profits,” I bet it was because you could smell all of the dirty money being waved around. I mean, how could you not?

Former regulations passed in the 1990s required broadcasters to air at least three hours of children’s programming a week, between 7 am and 10 pm. Those requirements were just as modest today as they were when they were passed.

Broadcasters, however, complained that these regulations weren’t flexible enough in today’s era of cable, satellite and streaming content services. Specifically, the National Association of Broadcasters, in its filing to the FCC, said the rules were “mired in [a] bygone era of appointment viewing.”

The FCC, duly willing to serve America’s corporate elite, changed the regs. They still have to air three hours of children’s programming a week, but they can start an hour earlier now, beginning at 6 am.

Yeah. I’ll ask pretty much the same question Mark Pattinson asked in his piece that Angelus News ran last month: What kid has ever been up that early just to watch television?

Really, the only people who are actually up that early watching television are the same people who probably don’t go to bed until 11 in the morning because they stay up all night wired on a mixture of various substances illicit and not, White Claw, and Mountain Dew brand energy drinks.

Also, the new regulations allow for broadcasters to shift some of the weekly requirement of children’s programming between multiple channels. This sounds like it might not be a big deal until you stop and think about it for a moment.

As Mark Pattinson also pointed out, cable, satellite and streaming services may not carry any of the other channels offered by a broadcaster. Therefore, access to the content on those channels really isn’t possible through those means. Really the only way to receive these channels, such as MeTV and Comet, is through the purchase of a digital TV antenna. (And there’s no guarantee digital antenna users in rural areas will get those channels, either, which opens up another can of worms.)

Clearly, then, the changes aren’t to benefit the public. But broadcasters? Yeah, they will benefit. Freeing up the already modest regs on children’s programming means that broadcasters can, indeed, air other programming that yields greater ad revenue.

Broadcasters argue that they need the additional ad revenue in order to help them remain financially sound in a time where other services and platforms make it tougher for them to earn money. That argument is pretty far from the truth.

CBS, for example, found itself reporting in May that its total revenue rose 11 percent in the first fiscal quarter of the year, and that its ad prices would be increasing starting this fall. Remember: This was in May, during the era of streaming services, and before the FCC lightened regulations on children's programming. The weaker regs and higher prices on ad space mean that this particular broadcaster will likely be bringing in extra cash at the end of the year.

The cost of, then, tomorrow’s higher profits only came at the expense of America’s tomorrow: Its children. Let’s all give thanks to the freakin’ FCC.

Sources: Bloomberg/Getty Images (Lede Image), Angelus News, ARS Technica, Bloomberg, Capital Press, CNBC, Cnet, Digital Trends, Tech Crunch, The Washington Post, The Week

Bloggers Note: I’m going to use the above method of listing my sources until I’m told it’s a bad idea or something. When I list them in a post itself, the links tend to get lost because Tumblr doesn’t underline them for some reason. (Maybe the reason is me? I dunno. Anyway, yeah.)

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princessanara · 5 years

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Photo-Sharing Comparison (Notes, Comparisons, and Reflections)

Minecraft Block Rainbow

https://www.bc.edu/bc-web/schools/wcas.html

Notes on Tumblr Upload

5.35s upload + 4s to post

There is a drag and drop photo uploads UI that make it intuitive for batch uploads. There is a grid format with movable pictures. The pictures appear with different sizes but are posted such that they are all viewable at once through infinite scroll. However, it does not upload them consecutively in order of timestamp. They all seem to have appeared simultaneously. It might be possible that Tumblr has a preference for ordering pics according to contrasting colour. This may support my prior observation that tumblr has emphasis on hi-lightening visually-stunning, aesthetic content. It was easy to tag the photos and post after uploading.

target audience: artists and photographers

Notes on Facebook Upload

40s upload + 4s to “share” (a.k.a. post)

Unlike Tumblr, Facebook does not utilise a drag and drop interface. Instead, there is an internal dropdown finder screen positioned at desktop. Photos are uploaded consecutively piecemeal, one at a time with a loading bar for each photo. After the upload, the user is prompted to click a blue “share” button as opposed to a “post” button typical of social media. There is possible emphasis on interaction and sharing over visuals that may have resulted in Facebook throttling its photo-upload speeds.Tagging is not hashtag and themed based like Tumblr, but rather user-based with a prompt to "tag friends." There were no relevant tags for me to add to this post.

target audience: Facebook users who wish to share photos over storing them

https://www.facebook.com/anara.chiongbian.5/posts/111085343525872

Notes on Team Choice (Google Photos) Upload

8s upload + instantaneous post to the album

Unlike Tumblr and Facebook, Google Photos immediately presents the options of an “album” or “shared album.” Google Photos essentially requires an album to be created before uploading a batch of photos. There is an option for picking photos already within the Google ecosystem. This integration could make it easier for people who already use all of Google’s other services. I chose the option “select from computer” that gave a drop-down upload option similar to that of Facebook’s. There is also another option that controls for resolution (high quality or original). Original counts against your google storage quota while high quality photos are kept on google servers for free. Because choices are presented as dichotomous as opposed to all at once, I think google is very easy to navigate. It is not clunky, but rather it is minimalist - presenting the user with choices as needed simplifies and streamlines the experience. I would chose google photos over the other platforms because it keeps my privacy, preferences, and user experience in mind. The upload process is consecutive according to timestamps, but goes very quickly. Thumbnails are viewable in the corner of the screen as each one is completed. It is important not to exit out of screen before confirming and saving the album and upload. I also happened to come across google photos stored from the 2011s uploaded from my iPhone 3s. A lot has changed, but the UI still makes the best out of current and updated technologies to make the experienced seamless.

target audience: Google users who need to store photos and occasionally share them

https://photos.app.goo.gl/ef7FzsUWmVLqrCRB8

Notes on Imgur Upload

1m42s upload + simultaneous “share to community” (a.k.a. post)

There is a drag and drop option or dropdown option for uploading Although there is an instant thumbnail upload, the progress bar for each photo’s complete upload was lengthy. The long processing and upload time likely due to original quality upload. There is an option to label as mature content and caption for each photo. The upload was not consecutive, and tags and mentions possible. I tagged mine with #Minecraft and could see the number of posts tagged with this - 29,462. Imgur is social in a different way. It is likely used for vast community sharing for sites such as reddit or 4chan that lack native photo-uploading in its UI. As a result, it is very easy to generate share links on imgur that do not require additional privacy permissions like google photos. There are also accessible options for rearranging images, adding photos, embedding posts, downloading posts, and deleting posts. I would content that imgur's focus on these options suggest its priority is on mass distribution of posts online (via embedding share links) and offline (via download). Its focus on a “points” system for “share with community" user photo uploads suggest that utilitarian, practical posts are the most admired by the community. As long as your photo upload is helpful, it’ll add value to Imgur and its user experience.

target audience: users who need anonymous photo-sharing via links (reddit, 4chan)

https://imgur.com/a/v8PBw9p

Notes on Flickr Upload

1-2 hours of troubleshooting

The screen provided a list of options that were convoluted and difficult to follow. They suggested that I 1) login to a yahoo account 2) unlink my recently created flickr account from a yahoo account, or 3) create a new yahoo account.

I attempted to create a new Flickr account with my BC email and a new yahoo account to attempt to access Flickr. Both attempts did not give me access to the site due to errors related to “linked nodes” and integration between Flickr and other yahoo services. This is in stark contrast to Google Photos’ streamlined and integrated service. With faulty back-ends and an unpleasant front-end UI experience, I would likely write Flickr and Yahoo’s services for being unreliable and inconsistent. Once a user loses trust in a service, the photo-sharing provider may find it difficult to retain old users or to reach new ones.

target audience: maybe, those who have had Flickr accounts for a long time, but not new users

Flickr vs Facebook vs Tumblr vs Google Photos vs Imgur

Currently, Google Photos is the front-runner because of the streamlined user experience, respect for privacy, and free storage space. Please see the detailed comparison above.

There is no clear winner for photo-sharing as each site caters to the needs of different target audiences, the goals of the site itself, and other complementary social networks/forums (e.g. reddit and 4chan). There are instances where I would use more than one service. Namely, I would use google photos for high-quality personal albums, Imgur for public link sharing, Tumblr for sharing art and photography, and Facebook for sharing group pictures with friends.

#minecraft #rainbow #diy

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adapted-batteries · 7 years

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Season 3 Things

Alrighty...I’ve finished up season 3 today, and well I got some things for sure. I think I spent a lot of time focusing on Ezekiel, since I really wanted to see the evidence of the ptsd we’ve headcannoned he has. Some eps it’s not really apparent, but then there’s those specific moments that I’m like “oh man yup.” As my season 1 and season 2 posts, this will be under a keep reading. Also, if you haven’t seen season 3 for some reason, this definitely contains spoilers.

“And the Rise of Chaos”

I really need to remember to use “broaden your horizons” when people annoy me...most of the time I don’t really voice what I’m thinking though so that’s an issue there. Still a great line.

When the manikins came to life I wrote “It’s night of the museum gone horribly wrong.” I also know that either Dean Devlin or John Kim said it was a throwback to the autons from the first ep of the new series of Doctor Who.

“Your mothers did not hug you enough did they?” Well yeah Jenkins, they all had pretty shitty childhoods one way or another so you need to be nice to them. Be the grandpa they always wanted.

Also if Ezekiel’s been using artifacts to do stuff, how skilled is he in magic? Obviously Cassandra’s got the most out of the LiTs, but apparently he’s taught himself stuff.

Honestly seeing the LiTs get excited about stuff is the best...like I don’t know how Baird told them no about the sub, they were too adorable for me.

When Jenkins said magic was something they shouldn’t use, Flynn didn’t outright agree with him. He implied that was his stance...but we all know he’s been using the diffusing spell every time he introduces himself as a Librarian. Also that marshmallow roasting...love it when the kids have fun with dad.

Eve stopped the boys from rambling on about smuggling in early 19th century America...but like honestly I wanted to hear more...I always loved the National Treasure movies as a kid...I think by way of movies I was prepared as a kid to like the Librarians...I mean Indiana Jones, National Treasure, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Treasure Planet, I’m sure there’s more.

Also when Ezekiel said he needed imaging equipment to see the mechanism...doesn’t the Library have an x-ray machine, or access to one? I mean where do those x-rays in Jenkins’s lab come from?

When Apep turns them against each other...Stone causally throttles Ezekiel...before I was thinking he pushed him against the wall again but I think Ezekiel circles them because they’re in reversed positions when Eve pulls them out.

The singing bit...the singing...I need me the Bibliotechnos...though later Ezekiel’s listing the magical instruments they have and says Pan’s flute...apparently he doesn’t remember that’s what knocked him and the others out in season 2.

When Flynn says “who protects this world?” to Apep, the music is very much like the music in the 11th Doctor’s run, so the appropriate response is The Doctor at this point.

Final bit...Flynn’s wearing a robe and pj’s in the last scene, and it’s late...so unless Flynn is one make commutes in that outfit, which he doesn’t strike me as that person, then he lives in the Library now...which is kind of odd since in the movies, he had an apartment.

“And the Fangs of Death”

Honestly Charlene’s gotta pretty good idea of vacation...certainly wouldn’t mind that...well not the whole Apep abducting bit but still. Also how long as she been doing this? She said she needed to clear her head after losing Judson...but she wasn’t in season 2 either...so was she off gallivanting for over a year? I guess that’s hours to her being an immortal, but still...long time to not do the Library’s accounting.

Ezekiel’s endearing look at his pizza when Flynn says we store emotional energy “in the objects we hold dear.” Also kind of surprised Jenkins was so easy to fool...I feel he’d be better than that.

When they first get in the facility, Ezekiel looked really uneasy...granted the facility looked wrecked like Darpa did, which was no doubt dredging up memories. And then later when Flynn’s yelling at him to get the video back, his voice is very tense and stressed, and he clenches his jaw before running after Flynn to keep him safe. When he got bit, obviously it hurt, but he was yelling a lot, and I don’t think that yelling was specifically pain, I think it was a bit of fear as well.

After that he’s closed off, doesn’t make a big deal about it...which doesn’t make sense if he yelled that much from pain. It does make sense though if he was starting to go back into combat mode...and why he’d think of sacrificing himself to get to the steam valve. Flynn did not have to sniff Ezekiel to prove his point though...like unless he’s got an unusually sensitive nose...there was no reason to do that except for effect.

Jenkins, after barely missing the river, mentions he jumped off the Hindenburg. Somewhere, probably on Ao3, I read a fic that was about that...it was good, if I remembered it more I’d link it.

That Flyzekiel moment before Ezekiel goes into the corridor, Flynn realized just how much he both cared for and admired Ezekiel...I mean doing that on a good hunch, he was risking his life, and Flynn apparently didn’t think Ezekiel was capable of that until then.

Aaand then Ezekiel woofs at Anubis...classic Ezekiel. Though as the virus is really taking hold, I imagine Ezekiel’s really freaking out, losing control, turning into something that either he could hurt is friends, or his friends would have to hurt him. I did notice though, though it may have been to low lighting, that once Anubis got sucked back into wherever he came from, Ezekiel looked less werewolfy...so did the lycanthropy get sucked in too a bit? I mean obviously Ezekiel’s drinking wolfsbane tea afterwards so there was still some there, but he looked a lot better when Jenkins was supporting him.

When Stone through the ball, Ezekiel whined, like a dog...and somehow I didn’t hear that before. Also Stone enjoyed that so much that he tripped on the ladder when he came back in the main area. And Ezekiel never came back in shot...I like to imagine he was busy chewing on the ball...not getting the game of fetch like my dog doesn’t.

“And the Reunion of Evil”

Cassandra says she and Stone are a well-oiled machine...what a contrast to season 1 dynamics.

If Nessie had to go deal with developers, does that mean she can come and go as she pleases?

Every time I watch the scene where Cassandra rants to Meredith about Stone, it feels so satisfying, and then descends into amusement as Meredith starts hitting on Cassandra.

This watch I realized why everyone “ooohs” when Stone says his favorite natural disaster is global warming...they’re all frost giants. Surprised I didn’t get that at first.

Also apparently drunk Stone can only talk about history...figures. Though he sobered up really quick when Cassandra pulled him in that closet.

Eve’s look when she learns Ezekiel’s been tracking the weather...she knows he cares. Also the amount he was sticking on it, even when he was caring for the egg, shows where his focus was the whole time.

When Cassandra and Stone start fighting they both apparently have the poppy neck veins when they get angry. Also I don’t know first hand what a bar during Bedlam is like...but I also know that I’d avoid a bar during Bedlam so I guess that explains itself.

I love the evolution of Ezekiel’s egg carrying, especially the baby strap thing.

When they’re back in the Library Cassandra points out the whole saying “we’re the Librarians” gets them in places...Cassandra realized it was the spell...but later on in “And the Curse of Cindy,” Stone asks Flynn like he doesn’t know...guess he forgot?

I’ve never figured out why it’s such a big egg for such a little creature...that’s not how eggs work...needless to say mom Ezekiel is the best, especially him getting emotional at seeing it for the first time in the tank.

“And the Self-Fufilling Prophecy”

They really enjoyed having wet Ezekiel and Stone this season...especially Stone since he got drenched again in “And the Fatal Separation.”

Gotta love the kids wanting to make sure mom’s okay.

My only comment when the Reaper shows up is “Oh hey, edgy Assassin’s Creed.”

“Coincidence is dating two girls at the same time and finding out they’re sisters” stone boy what’d you get up to in Oklahoma? I remember seeing a post on tumblr pointing out that it was either Stone being stupid or stone attempting to live up to his “jock who gets the chicks” expectations and I lean quite towards the latter.

I know the goggles are on the right way around but I always thought Stone and Ezekiel put them on the wrong way because the plastic bit that goes over the bridge of the nose is really low down. Also Ezekiel’s kissing the coin...and Stone’s “wow.”

“Makes me want to go ‘hmm’” you’re a dork Jenkins.

Technically the prophecy never showed them hurting each other…it just showed them running at each other.

Wait so how did eve know she was the oracle? Eve didn’t know her prophecy...and nothing else made specific sense for her to be the Oracle.

Why does Stone tense his whole body when he says “mate” to Ezekiel?

Jenkins wants to go see Carrot Top...but Ezekiel seems not to want that at all...wonder why.

“And the Tears of a Clown”

Ezekiel got Jenkins a lock picking set for Christmas...that’s so sweet.

I really like the glowy affect the carnival has at first, makes it feel more surreal.

Well...snake charmer Ezekiel...that is quite an enjoyable sight. Also that mustache on Stone, and the wiggle he does...can’t handle that with a straight face.

“There’s nothing that would stop me from coming after you” Jenkins caring is the best

According to the Amazon video trivia, the scepter of Korab is a reference to Star Trek: TOS, specifically the Korab in 2x17 who had a scepter that allowed him to change matter and control people.

Why does Stone feel the need to whack Ezekiel when he gets the idea that it’s the magic wand? Like so much action going on there considering he beat on the table too.

The last time Christian was doing a slow mo cool crew scene at a carnival was in Leverage...the outfit is a lot more hilarious this time. Also, Ezekiel and Stone, causally hiding in small spaces, was a thing this season as well, since they did it again later in “And the Eternal Question” in the bunker/lab thing.

Cassandra didn’t realize Kirby had the hots for Charlotte...and seems to not realize it when it’s happening to her, or does and is super smooth...honestly really makes for an autistic headcannon for her, and honestly I’m on the train that everyone is on the spectrum.

Cassandra’s face when Kirby makes the two guys punch each other is great, so disapproving, and the make up makes it even better. Also after Kirby gets them, when they get to the molten wax vat, they’re in their normal clothes...but unless Kirby let them change, doesn’t make sense. Weird continuity thing.

Stone saying “don’t be wrong” to Kirby is me @ people who say wrong stuff.

“And the Trial of the Triangle”

Love how they had to ninja up and hand cuff Flynn to get him to sit still. That whole scene is pretty interesting, because we get to see both character growth from the LiTs, and character regression with Flynn’s running around. And it’s the little things in the background that show how much the LiTs they bonded...Stone’s elbow bump for encouragement when Ezekiel walks back to the stairs, Ezekiel’s hand pat for Cassandra, and Ezekiel’s and Cassandra’s approving nods at Stone.

Stone having fun figuring out the disappearance pattern is always fun to watch.

The kids don’t like mom and dad arguing...except Ezekiel...he’s literally in awe until Stone smacks him to get going through security.

“I love you more than learning itself” well that’s how we know it’s real. Flynn went around running because he super cares about how Eve looks at him, and yeah she was annoyed with him for sure in season 2, and he really failed at communicating at how that bothered him.

The whole plane lavatory scene...Noah’s acting in this always gets me. You can see when Flynn realizes he’s been away from Eve too long and thus isn’t being the Librarian she knows he can be. He needs her to keep him in check just like the LiTs need her to keep them from arguing all the time.

Also you’d think after the whole Santa affair someone would have learned to fly a plane.

“The whole hillside is not covered in spice” actually flynn says “a veces a la dora de beda no está cubierta de azúcar” which means “Sometimes the donut is not covered with sugar”....so how did they get the line the whole hillside is not covered in spice from what he said???? Azucar hasn’t changed meaning that I know of so it never meant “spice.”

When Flynn used the mirror to see Tibbar backwards...the R and B’s weren’t backwards.

I just noticed Flynn answers the caring friend line and says he’s “terrified of being hurt” then Stone relieves himself as the knight...coincidentally it’s a problem they both had, but Stone’s gotten over that fear since he joined the library, though it took time.

My final comment was “ Heh only took a trip to the Bermuda Triangle to get Flynn to quit being an idiot.”

“And the Curse of Cindy”

Ok the way they show Cindy in the glowing white light and outline always made me think there was some deity doing this or like a low key alien vibe. Also I’m glad Ezekiel’s on the internet because they would have no information on Cindy if it wasn’t for him.

Flynn looked really haggard in the confessional booth, like he’s not had sleep. Apparently he’s still been doing whatever, or not sleeping well, after Eve pointed it out in the intervention.

“He’s always been wily” I love that pun.

“Stay strong,” Stone says...then immediately gets affected by the potion.

Ezekiel’s torn between being super confused and wanting to punch Stone to shut him up. Also Stone saying the bridge the Annex is under is beautiful is hilarious...even drugged he loves architecture.

Ezekiel responds to the question of his immunity with “She’s...not my type.” What does this mean????? The hesitation...that really leans into the “Ezekiel’s not straight” lane.

Also Eve went into Cindy’s room...but didn’t get affected. Theory time.

Jenkins seems serious about Ezekiel being so self-obsessed it negated the potion. Some thought that Ezekiel was immune because he was in love with Stone (thus why he acted weird when Stone confronted him at the end of the ep), but it would make sense because Ezekiel was already obsessed with protecting his family (thanks to ptsd).

Also I don’t agree with Stone’s statement that he and Flynn have egos comparable to Ezekiel’s...especially when Flynn’s got knocked down several pegs in the previous episode, and Stone was never focused on himself completely like Ezekiel had been. However I don’t think it was Ezekiel’s ego either, since I’m on the train that his behavior in season 3 shows he’s really caring for everyone’s safety to the point he risked his life at the super collider, so if Ezekiel being obsessed with something else was the key, it was protecting them. Theory time done for now.

Jenkins totally didn’t question his immunity, but he stuck the stink on him anyway because he could.

Cassandra touched under her nose when she calculated the trajectory of the missile, like she was having a nose bleed...she hasn’t done that all season, this is lead up to her surgery next ep.

I’d love to know what Flynn and Stone said when Jenkins put their gags back on after the failed remedy.

When Ezekiel’s talking to Cindy, we get a lot of his backstory, and see him fumble with complimenting her since he doesn’t do that normally...and that smile he does when he sees his words working on her, it’s priceless.

Something tells me an industrial freezer wouldn’t get that cold to get metal to the brittle point...cool concept anyway

The computer says “whomper” which is a reference to “WOPR” from War Games...I love that movie.

Theory time again...the fact that Ezekiel says that he found the right ones worthy of his love tells me his obsession from wanting them safe is a really plausible candidate on what made him, and Eve, immune. It’s not that Flynn and Stone don’t care for the others, but Flynn is in a vulnerable place from the episode before, and Stone’s had 20+ years of not having mutual care going on for his true self, so he’s still settling into it. Ezekiel’s jumped into it wholeheartedly. Theory time over.

Love how Ezekiel has to like reboot after Cindy kisses him. He was completely caught off-guard. Also when he leaves...he doesn’t kiss her on the mouth, he goes for the forehead...most people go for the mouth...but I guess that could be a preference thing.

The final scene...the first time I saw it, I totally thought for a moment Stone was going to confront him about his suspicions of Ezekiel’s love being for him...but of course that didn’t happen. Ezekiel was going to say something when Stone walked away though, and it wasn’t going to be “no” in a normal denial if Stone had been right (because Ezekiel rarely fesses up to stuff right away) so he was going to say something else. I need to knoooooowwww...

“And the Eternal Question”

“I’m not sick anymore” *bursts into flames* well okay then...if you say so...always cracks me up.

Flynn was in no way subtle about the clue he found.

Ezekiel...boy...don’t eat people’s food...also if they hadn’t ripped off the curtain, I don’t think she would’ve burst into flames since she was only exposed for a bit. And Stone and Ezekiel re-creating the scene...poor Cassandra just sees Stone bent over Ezekiel, patting him, and Ezekiel’s shrieking...

I agree wholeheartedly with the LiTs...the spa is beautiful and I’d never leave either...unless it was humid...that’s a deal breaker for me.

Estrella was not being subtle about using her vampire hearing...but apparently none of them thought that odd. Stone immediately sees what’s going on and starts playing wing man. He does try to point it out to Ezekiel by leaning into him, but Ezekiel doesn’t get his body language. I would’ve loved to see what would’ve happened if we had a few seconds more after Cassandra and Estrella walk off, because I figure we would get Ezekiel either asking what was up and Stone explaining, or Ezekiel realizing it. To be fair, he missed it at the weather lab in season 2 as well.

When Jenkins mentions Simone and Flynn, Cassandra’s like “Oh boy, make that two Librarians who fell for vampires.”

Ezekiel gets manicures...good to know. Also why wouldn’t Ezekiel have a gem loupe...he’s a thief...and they’re are shiny rocks everywhere.

The whole Jazekiel fight scene...the “You got me” “glad you feel that way,” the arm running. And Jenkins saving them, he’s so cool.

Half the montage when Cassandra’s in surgery, Ezekiel and Stone stay together, the last clip they’re hunched towards each other...for comfort???

Stone totally went and told Estrella Cassandra made it because he’s a good wing-man.

My only comment when the Castrella kiss happened was “ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” so there’s that.

“And the Fatal Separation”

I wonder how sick of bananas Stone got while he was at Shangri-La...or if the banana smoothies were a treat for him finishing his training.

So with Flynn not dying in the end, did his candle get longer again? Or is it just still lit? Also if he was going to die, and his was short, how come Charlene’s were not short? I guess being immortal messes with the candles?

Eve thinks Cassandra’s gift is now what alternate reality Cassandra had.

The zoom on Flynn’s leg scar....who thought that was ok??? It’s so obnoxious...we do cuts for a reason guys...

Land Pirates...yes. According to the Amazon trivia thing, the Trojan horse is in the Iliad first, not Odyssey. I haven’t studied either so I wouldn’t know. Also Stone was having fun memorizing the layout of Shangri-La while he was there for sure to know that secret entrance/exit.

I can’t get over Ezekiel not being able to drink...if you’re jaw is fused shut...your lips still work boy...

Love how Cassandra's just as confused about helping Ezekiel as he is getting her help.

The music went all Doctor Who again in that last fight scene.

Stone freaking out about the tattoo...but like honestly why would he hide it boy, I know it’s instinct for him to hide stuff, but you’d think by now he’d realize he doesn’t have to hide anymore and communication is super important about everything.

Man the Jenkins and Charlene feels. Also I need to know what Charlene said to Eve. If it had something to do with her knowing about Eve being a sleeper agent man that’d be cool.

Stone has a confused scowl when he’s sad...and confused...sometimes it’s hard to tell what he’s feeling because of that.

“And the Wrath of Chaos”

Watching this back again I can see now Eve was planning. She wanted the Librarians free because she knew they’d be able to take care of things.

“They can’t know we’re talking” “I’ve been meeting with DOSA” well so much for that Eve.

Why is Ezekiel so bummed about not getting to see Mount Rushmore??

I know Flynn’s in on this...but he did good acting this time...probably feeding off everyone’s hurt and disappointment. Also that utter look of disappointment on Jenkins’s face as he got stoned...poor boy.

Flynn’s not sad about Eve...he’s said he had to lie to his family...and he’s feeling it hard on top that bookcase.

Ezekiel got really frustrated with the dosa trap on Jenkins’s box thing...a level of frustration we last saw in “And the Point of Salvation” when he angrily beats stuff with the crowbar.

Honestly kind of surprised Jenkins didn’t know the fail safe...seems like something he’d need to know after the first time Charlene had to do it.

Gotta love that Flynn saved his painting...which isn’t magical that I know of.

Charlene said she had the scoop on the other side of the mirror...so she must know Flynn’s not gonna die.

Apep is surprisingly gullible, following artifact crumb trail.

I wonder if Stone had communicated about the magic he got from Shangri-La, if they would’ve connected stuff earlier...because Stone initiates making Apep human by revealing his tattoo when he puts thing together in his head.

So did the ley lines completely go away? I mean it was different than when they just faded back after Prospero.

Finally Jenkins moved stuff to more easier to get places...only took how many invasions of the Library? Also they say they quit using magic...but I mean it comes with the job...sometimes magic is the only solution...so I don’t expect they will be to stringent on that.

Final thing...Flynn has a bubble pipe...of course he has a bubble pipe.

Well, that’s it for now. I can’t wait for season 4 this fall...it’s gonna be super interesting for sure with all the pics and stuff we’ve seen of set so far. As always, feel free to message me about anything I’ve said and related Librarians rambles.

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SoRiku - Hearts of Fire and Ice Ch4

Title : Hearts of Ice and Fire

Word Count (for chapter three) : 3,079

Summary : Prince Sora of the Destine Isles has been kidnapped by Maleficent. Held in a cell, he comes into contact with the Prince Maleficent has been training his whole life, Riku. As Sora unpicks Riku’s attitudes, Riku finds himself reconsidering everything he has been taught.

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Chapter Four:

Riku hardly slept.

As soon as it was light enough to read, he slunk down to the library, a cloak pulled against him to try and keep away the chill that crept towards him like a dozen spiders.

It was empty. It was always empty. It was like the imps were allergic to knowledge.

Riku pulled out every history book that he could find, and scanned through them for any trace of a lie. Any truth in Sora's words.

He didn't find anything. Everything was as he had been told. Almost down to the word. There were no contradictions. So why-

Riku pulled Sora's necklace out of his pocket - his only other clue - the only physical clue he had. The chain was as thin as spider's silk. There was a pendant with a silver key. Riku had expected gemstones - diamonds - but it was modest. There were no intricate carvings. Just a key. What the hell was he meant to do with it? What door could he possibly open?

"A bit of light reading, your highness?" a silky voice asked from behind him, spitting out the words like they left a vile taste in his mouth.

"There's nothing wrong with revision, Jafar," Riku replied just as coolly, shoving the necklace into his pocket and standing up from the table. Books now covered every inch of the wood in his haste for answers. "The pen is mightier than the sword."

Jafar was standing by the door, watching him like he was a wild animal. He had long since learnt how to return the look. They kept each other's eye contact as Riku stood. A game of dominance.

A game Riku didn't have time for.

He started forwards, and Jafar slammed the door shut.

Riku paused, evaluating Jafar. There was the familiar nasty glint and sneer of a smile. It was so hard to tell when these people were scheming something in particular, or if they were just scheming in general.

"The counsel broke their meeting up last night. What are you still doing here?" Riku asked. He fought not to show the nerves on his face. To make it look like he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"It seems a promotion is in the air. Maleficent wants someone with a shred of intelligence by her side," Jafar said. His hand still held the door shut.

"We both know who that's going to be," Riku replied, starting forward. This was all a game to psych him out. Through him off of his game.

Jafar's smile increased.

A bird cried from behind Riku, and alighted on Jafar's shoulder.

It was only when he saw the glimmering chain in the bird's beak that his heart lurched. He had already stepped forward before he had covered his expression with indifference.

Jafar looked at him, then at the chain hanging from the infernal parrot's beak slowly. Teasingly, he took the necklace in his long fingers, examining it with the eyes of a greedy merchant.

Riku crossed his arms, and pretended that the whole affair bored him.

"Well, it looks like someone's paid a visit to his pet," Jafar said.

"Visit to his pet," the parrot repeated mockingly. Riku could have throttled it.

"Ah, Iago, I could have sworn Maleficent told us to make sure the Prince doesn't go to the cells."

"I didn't. That's mine," Riku lied, his tone unfeeling and impassive. He held his hand out, the way Maleficent did when she wanted something. It usually worked for him too.

"Oh, I don't think so," Jafar continued to examine the necklace. Painfully slowly. "Her highness took a very similar chain from you when you arrived here. Why, the only other people who have this would be the crown Prince of the Destine Isles and the King's Ward."

Riku's heart skipped a beat. His hand wavered in the air.

Why would he...?

Jafar's eyes glittered at him, still able to read him like a book after all these years.

"You didn't know?" Jafar asked. He stroked the preening parrot. Riku felt it was smirking at him as well. "Of course, Maleficent wouldn't want you to know. Who you really are, what this unlocks...she needs you to believe her every word."

"And you know more than her?" Riku asked.

"Oh no," the necklace swung from Jafar's fingers like a pendulum. "I'm just willing to tell you the truth."

He couldn't trust Jafar.

Could he even trust Maleficent?

It wouldn't hurt to evaluate the information…it would be the smart thing to do.

He knew this game, it was a game of bargaining.

He let his hand fall back to his side, and drew himself to his full height. He still looked like a child next to the willowy sorcerer.

"What do you want for it?" he demanded. "For the information and to keep your mouth closed."

"Oh, I'll keep quiet. What you decide to do with the Prince is your business. I know the allure of royalty in chains," Jafar said. He seemed to relish in the angry blush that spread up Riku's cheeks at the suggestion. He stepped forward, evaluating Riku. "I'll keep quiet if you keep quiet. After all, if you told Maleficent that I was in league with you, I would be-" Jafar ran a finger across his neck, and the bird gulped.

"I'm not in league with you," Riku said. "You're not on my side."

"But that's part of my deal," Jafar give an oily chuckle. He circled Riku, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. "You work for me. You give me information about Maleficent - what she's planning, her weaknesses. Recommend me to her, and I'll tell you anything your heart desires."

He was whispering in Riku's ear now, coiled around him like a snake. Riku kept his eyes fixed on the door. It would be easy to leave.

So easy…

"I'll even teach you magic," Jafar continued. "I can train you to be so much more than she's let you." It was a tempting offer. To gain his own power. He had no doubt that he could overpower Jafar. "Of course, when the time comes I'll need you to off that little Prince, and be my assassin."

If he waited too long, the opportunity would be gone. He would have to act now.

It would get Sora out of his life. No more confusion.

Just more power.

"Deal," Riku said.

"Cross your heart." Jafar's voice was soft. Teasing.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Riku spat.

He gasped in pain. It felt as though his chest had been stabbed. Flames burned under his body, bubbling like acid in his throat.

He fell to his knees, and through streaming eyes saw Jafar drop the necklace in front of him.

"I shall see you this afternoon. It's a pleasure doing business with you, Prince Riku," Jafar said disdainfully as he stepped over him. The parrot sounded as though it was laughing.

Riku remained on the floor, one hand clutching at his chest, trying to claw the pain away.

It started to ebb, and his fingers shook as he unlaced his doublet.

There were two raw cuts on his chest; a cross over his heart.

It was just something to scare him, Riku reasoned. It was to scare him into doing what Jafar asked.

The cuts still throbbed.

He watched the Prince again. He was stood at the bars of his cell. A dog waiting for it's owner to return home. The hole had been abandoned.

Riku sighed, and placed the mirror to one side. He headed down to Jafar's chambers. The long way around. The route that took him past the corridor of Sora's cells.

He paused as he heard the Prince's voice.

"Is Prince Riku coming today? I still have to kick his butt at fencing."

"The Prince isn't allowed down here any more. Queen's orders." A guard cackled.

So she had told everyone. Riku despised her for making him seem like a child. For getting everyone to laugh at his mistakes.

"But what is he doing here? He's not a monster. He's from the Destine Isles too."

The guard only cackled again, and Riku headed past them, shuddering at the thought.

He didn't bother to knock as he entered Jafar's rooms. The air was thick with purple smoke, and the sorcerer had crumbling books propped open. His parrot was running on a bike to power the whole thing.

Riku made sure to jolt the table the bike balanced on as he passed it.

"So, tell me, what's that key?" he demanded.

Jafar actually jumped, and Riku felt triumph glimmer in his heart.

"Prince Riku, I didn't hear you come in. So like your queen," Jafar murmured, he didn't turn.

"Answer me," Riku repeated.

"The necklace is a sign of the highest royal trust. It is what the King gives only his most trusted allies. The Prince, of course. His ward - and the Captain of the Guard." Jafar said. He crumbled a leaf into the potion at a snail's pace.

"What does that have to do with me?" Riku demanded.

"So impatient," Jafar murmured, but he looked up and gave Riku a cunning smile. A cat who has the cream. "The Captain of the Guard gave that necklace to his son."

Riku felt numb.

"No," he murmured.

"Yes," Jafar replied. His eyes glittered at Riku's horror. "Of course, when the Captain of the Guard was lost to the plague, and his son went missing tragically…the army was disbanded. Before any fighting even occurred."

"No," Riku couldn't feel his mouth. Swarms of accusations - thoughts he never thought he could have - stung his brain. "You're lying."

"Ask your Prince," Jafar replied, with a smug shrug.

"I will," Riku snapped. He stormed from the room.

There was no way - it would mean - he wasn't - he couldn't have been -

It was only when he had slammed the door closed that he realised he had played right into Jafar's trap.

But at least he wouldn't tell anyone where Riku was going. Jafar was a snake, but he usually kept his deals if there was something in it for him.

Riku made a stop at his room, snatching up a garnet ring he had had for years, he tossed it at the guards. He could barely breathe. Barely stop to think.

"Leave for fifteen minutes, and it's yours." He said.

Thankfully, they were more loyal to shiny objects than to Maleficent, and were scurrying down the hallway in a matter of seconds. He waited until they disappeared, then pulled the necklace from his pocket again.

"What is this?" he demanded, showing the pendant to the Prince, who still had his face pressed against the bars.

"Can I have it back?" Sora asked, making a grasp through the bars.

Riku jerked it out of reach.

"Not until you tell me what it is," he said.

Sora rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.

"It's a token of the King's. A sign of favour - and…" Sora trailed off as he looked at Riku. Deciding whether to trust him. He gave a small shake of his head - no way - and continued. "My friend had one too - his father gave it to him, but he vanished after the last Guard Captain… that boy was also called Riku."

Riku frowned, considering the necklace. The Prince watched him with big blue eyes. They felt like they were boring into his skull. But the stories matched.

How could the stories match?!

He fell back against the wall, his head whirring. Who he really was. From the Destine Isles.

His brain was failing to work.

"Riku, are you happy here?" the Prince broke Riku from the hive of his mind.

Riku looked up. The cut on the Prince's head had almost healed, but he looked paler and thinner than when they had first met.

"I will be," Riku said. It didn't matter. It didn't. "Once I'm Maleficent's right hand man."

Sora's eyes softened. There was that sickening look of pity.

"She sure has everyone here wrapped around her finger, huh?" he said.

Riku flung the necklace through the bars like it had burnt him.

But then he was coming through the doors.

"You couldn't have made it easy, could you?" he hissed. Sora scrabbled to fasten the necklace around his neck. "You had to come in and start sprouting tales - and just muddying everything - and - and undoing everything!"

"You believe me?" Sora asked, staring at Riku's rage hopefully. It only fuelled the fire.

"No! Yes! I don't know!" Riku yelled. He clutched his hair in his hands. "I. Can't. I can't."

"Riku," Sora's voice was soft. His fingers pressed over Riku's gently. "Please believe me. Maleficent spread the plague. Your father was our Captain. It's the truth."

Riku shook his head. He felt shame rear it's malformed head in his stomach as he whimpered. This wasn't happening to him. This was a dream.

"She took you from the Destine Isles and raised you here - I guess as a weapon against us. It…definitely made an impression…but you belong by my side." Sora continued.

"I can't - I can't -" he muttered. "I'm not a monster." His fists clenched, and Sora's touch disappeared. "You don't know anything about me."

"But I do," Sora said. Like he was coaxing a lion not to bite him. He reached towards Riku's face, and Riku flinched away. The very tips of Sora's fingers rested on his cheeks. He froze at the contact - the soft contact - and Sora looked him in the eye. "I've seen your eyes before. In dreams."

Riku stared at the Prince. Sora's lips were curved upwards slightly, but his eyes were full of sorrow. Wisdom. He looked much older than sixteen in that moment.

"I know your name is Riku," Prince Sora continued. His fingers twitched slightly on Riku's skin. Riku wanted to shy away, to run, but he was held by Sora's gaze. Like a spell. "I know you have a bad temper, and that you're a sore loser, but that deep down you're actually very kind." Sora's thumb nudged the edge of his lip and he stiffened. Sora's expression only grew more melancholy. "I know that you've never known love here."

"Maleficent loves me," Riku murmured. His hands closed over Sora's wrists, ready to push them away, but he didn't.

"Then why do you flinch?" Sora whispered. His fingers twitched, and Riku threw him away from him, pressing himself defensively against the door. 'Don't let people get close. You always get hurt in the end.'

Sora stumbled, then crossed his arms against his chest, like he was holding himself together.

"I -" Riku started. He squeezed his eyes shut to stop his head from spinning. "I don't know what to think."

"It's okay," Sora murmured. "You'll see soon enough."

"Why would she lie to me?" Riku demanded, but he didn't expect Sora to have the answers.

Sora shrugged.

"If you were the one attacking us...I know we wouldn't be able to resist. My father wouldn't be willing to risk you." He said. He looked up at Riku, and smiled slightly. "And I wouldn't be able to either."

"You're crazy," Riku shook his head. "You - and your - dreams."

"I'm not prophetic like Kairi - but - I do have dreams about the past," the Prince said.

Riku shook his head again, now unsure whether to laugh. Sora had to be lying. He was insane.

"It's true - it's like looking into a magic mirror," he said.

"So tell me where I was last week," Riku said.

"It doesn't work like that," Sora mumbled.

Riku gave a sharp bark of a laugh. This was all nonsense.

"Okay, your majesty," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"The point still stands that I was right. Our country is not responsible for the plague," Sora said.

Riku couldn't argue with that. Jafar was telling him the same things.

None of this made sense.

"Well, look, I have to-"

"Go?" Sora raised an eyebrow. "You usually do when you feel uncomfortable."

"I have to go because I can't be caught here again," Riku hissed.

The Prince took a step back. He frowned.

"You said before…you were in trouble because of me…" he said slowly.

Riku rolled his eyes – did he even need to grace that with an answer?

"So why do you keep coming?" Sora asked.

The Prince stared at him with innocent eyes. Like a puppy. But there was a small, knowing smile on his face. Like he already knew the answer. Like a cat.

Maybe he was a kitten after all.

"Because," Riku stumbled for an excuse. "I – I want to show you you're wrong."

Sora covered his mouth with his hand, but it was too late. Riku had heard the laugh.

"I'm serious!" he snapped. Trying to turn the ice back on, but heat was creeping across his cheeks.

"I think you're starting to believe me," Sora said.

Riku opened the door of the cell silently. It was too late. No matter what he said now, he couldn't redeem himself. Best to leave before anything else happened.

"I'll tell you about my dream tonight!" Sora hissed through the bars of the cell. "And you'll believe me then."

"Not likely," Riku muttered to himself, but his stomach lurched.

They both knew he was lying.

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