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bongosinferno · 11 days

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A devastating and confusing thing about the Fallout setting, when you explore the pre-war aspects, is what the creators think about pre-war America. In the first games we only get hints of the pre-war world, but they seem to be some sort of wild fascist nation invading Canada. In Fallout 1, the first thing we're introduced to of the pre-war society is seeing a soldier shoot civilians and laughing.

Now, for the first 2 games and New Vegas we don't really know much. What we know is that there's a fascist military group known as the enclave who were a sort of US deep state even before the war, and that the government teamed up with corporate interests to preform vaguely MKULTRA-ish experiments with the Vaults. Basically, the government was an extreme version of the 50s American jingoism and McCarthyism.

This is well and dandy, I guess issues come up more when we get to the later games, especially 4, where it seems like none of this extreme plotting and societal civil unrest which would exist is seen. The society as presented in 4 also seems quite progressive, gay people are featured in the opening, and none of the baggage of say, civil rights not existing are included. Now on a baseline, I don't want settings to be more conservative, homophobic and sexist etc., but it becomes a very confusing setting when it's displayed both as this jingoist extreme thing with fascist tendencies aswell as a progressive place where everyone is seemingly equal. If you're focusing on the 50s as your setting, and American nationalism in the 50s, then you can't have McCarthyism spoofs and anti-communism as a societal paranoia norm while also general equality is the norm without misunderstanding why McCarthyism and nationalist jingoism is bad. A massive harm done in anti-communist paranoia is how it degrades and vilifies any progressive movements (women's rights, civil rights, homosexuality) as being morally un-American and therefore connected to communism. To ignore this just makes any critique of MacCarthyism and jingoism weird!

Basically, pre-war America in Fallout 4 becomes this both sides thing where America is both pure and equal and white fences in every instance that we see as the player (the intro), while also supposedly being this dystopic MacCarthyist hellscape that's broadcasting gladly about their war crimes in Canada, and wants to root out communism. I guess the only fix for this issue without getting into the fine print like they had to do is just not to focus too much on the pre-war world.

#fallout #fallout 1 #fallout 2 #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #fo1 #fo2 #fonv #fo4 #I'm almost half-way through the show #it suffers from this too but whatever I'm just going to count it as it's own thing #it gets a pass or whatever. telling a video game story and telling a tv-series is completely different #they can do what they think is useful.#We see a bit of what the I'm talking about in New Vegas with mr house being able to be that rich etc #but new vegas cares more about the fallout of Fallout 2 + new ideas than some pre-war America. The most we get is like Poseidon energy and #Raul. but Raul doesn't really care that much about the details of the past world #his life seems pretty normal. it's not that important.#dead money and owb did this like... Okay. wasn't too bad it was fine. I don't like those DLCs too much. Dean Domino is whatever

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hedgehog-moss · 10 months

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I was woken up last night by a sound like a machine gun being fired... loud clak-clak-clak that went on for like 10 seconds and I sat in bed completely bewildered because my brain couldn't come up with a plausible explanation for it. Then I remembered about the thunderstorm warning and thought oh shit, the greenhouse. It could possibly be the sound of thick glass cracking and breaking after a branch fell on it...?

I ran outside in my pyjamas and found the greenhouse intact—then thought oh shit, the chicken coop. Had no idea how a chicken coop could produce such a noise but I ran there anyway, and the coop was fine. It was a dry storm, lots and lots of wind but no rain or hail and I stood there uselessly for a moment, trying to think of other explanations with my 3am brain (not easy), then went to check on the llamas just in case, and I found all three of them standing with very alert ears, staring at a fallen tree—one of the four very tall wild cherries in their pasture.

So that was a relief ! From where I was I couldn't see if the tree had crashed on the fence and destroyed a chunk of it, it seemed possible but I decided that was a problem for tomorrow-me, and in any case it could have been worse. The fact that Pampe was still here boded well (for the integrity of the fence)—but seeing as the llamas were lined up in front of the tree like mourners paying their respects at a funeral, maybe she just felt that taking advantage of the tree's misfortune to immediately escape via the opening created by its prostrate body would be inappropriate.

First thing I saw this morning when I opened my bedroom window was the fallen tree, and I started feeling less optimistic because from afar things really didn't look promising for my poor fence.

(And from up close either)

But the tree missed the fence by just a few metres!

Its branches were tangled up with the other trees' branches and I think some of them slowed its fall until they broke one by one, which would explain the prolonged cracking noises, it wasn't just the trunk. But only 1 branch fell on the fence and it wasn't a large one, so there's no damage!

The God of Fences was on my side last night. :)

Consulted on whether he had been frightened by that loud sinister noise in the middle of the night, Pirlouit declined to comment, as he has more tragic problems right now. Our neighbour made hay recently which means Pirou now has several tonnes of hay staring at him and taunting him just outside his pen, out of reach. He is in a bad mood for reasons that have nothing to do with a stupid tree. It's like if you had to live right outside a pastry shop's window, except worse because you're a donkey (they already find life unfair as it is.)

I wonder if the wild cherry tree will soldier on...? Its roots + part of the trunk are still intact, and there are fallen trees in the forest with only 1 toe still in the ground who take their fate pretty philosophically and just start growing perpendicularly, like okay I guess we're sending our branches in that direction now. I'm going to leave it here and see if it rallies. I think it actually looks pretty breezy right now, it kind of looks like this:

Good luck, wild cherry! Let's see if you still have some life in you...

Oh and since we had a new obstacle, I tried to check if Pandolf remembered the word "Saute !" (Jump) and he does! We did it a bunch of times because I was trying to make him understand that I wanted 1 majestic jump and not his lazy 2-steps solution, but I didn't manage to explain it.

Maybe if I said "no :/" instead of "good great what a dog!!" he would think harder about how to improve his technique, but I'd rather fluff up his ego. Even that ridiculous failure at the end was met with a "yes amazing!!" response from me and he felt like an agility champion instead of a bumbling bag of fur. I'm going to try and get him to find his balance and walk on this part of the trunk, so I expect to see a lot more of his "argh, oops, wait" facial expression :)

#crawling along #j'espère que tout le monde a de l'électricité & pas trop de dégâts avec ces orages dans tout le pays...!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for "attacking" my neighbor's girlfriend? 🗣️🐶👻

Potentially relevant background: I (35F) live in a small apartment building with a very large shared back yard. My mom lives in the same building. We're both close with one of our neighbors and on pleasant terms with the other occupants, but we've also both had various problems with the guy who lives below my apartment ever since he arrived. Details aren't really relevant, he's just one of those people who have clearly never lived in an apartment building before. A couple months ago, his girlfriend moved in along with her young, very excitable, deaf collie. She has almost no control over this dog and can barely even walk him. In the past she used a regular collar for him, which meant she was pulling the dog back by the neck whenever she tried - not very successfully - to control him, but thankfully, she did recently start using a harness instead. (The other people in the building have commented on this as well, I swear I'm not nosy - or at least I'm not the only one who is.)

So anyway, a few weeks ago I was in the back room and when I looked out the window, I saw the girlfriend (FB, 30sF) in the yard with the dog (LG). He was being his usual hyperactive self, and she was as usual being pretty ineffective in handling him. I guess FB got tired of LG haring off away from her as she stood in one place, because she shortened the lead and started pulling him back to her side with a hard yank anytime he got more than a foot or so away from her. At some point, the people who live in the house next to our building must have let their dog out as well, because LG went absolutely nuts trying to get over to the fence and pulled FB a few steps forward with him. She hauled back on the lead with both hands, hard enough that LG yelped, which actually lifted him off his front paws with his back paws barely touching the ground, then shook him roughly and shouted angrily in his face (I could hear her even from inside, and while I couldn't understand her since she speaks in French to the dog, her tone was angry).

Without even thinking about it I immediately opened the door, took a single step onto the deck, and yelled "HEY, stop it!" at her. I wasn't yelling with aggression, I just had to raise my voice for her to hear me across the yard. FB dropped LG and looked up at me and she seemed confused, so I pointed at the dog and shook my head and said "Don't shake him like that, and don't yank him back like that, you're gonna hurt him!" She shook her head back at me and was like "What is 'yank', I don't know, I'm not hurting him." I mimed the way she'd pulled on his lead and said something like "Pulling on him like that and shaking him so hard could hurt him." She was like, "He is deaf, I have to pull him to make him understand." I said, "You don't need to pull him that hard!" FB goes, "Well, he pulls me?" I'm like, "Well, he's a dog? You're a human, you can do better?" Finally she just waved me off and walked back toward the front of the building, so I went back inside, annoyed. After a little bit, she stomped up the stairs, then knocked - as quiet as a mouse - on my door. I didn't bother answering because I didn't have anything else to say to her (or at least nothing polite).

Later that night, when my mom (64F) got home from work, FB's boyfriend (GD, 38M) was apparently waiting outside for her to report the incident. She came up to my place and asked me what happened, so I explained basically exactly as I did above. Mom tells me that GD told her I "attacked" his girlfriend and really upset her by implying she was hurting her dog. (Why he felt the need to like, tattle to my mother instead of talking to me personally, I do not know. It's fine, I totally love being treated like a wayward child.) I was like, "I didn't 'attack' her, I yelled one time and then spoke normally, from like 30 feet away. But I wasn't implying anything, I TOLD her that what she was doing could hurt the dog." Mom told me it wasn't my business to say anything to FB about how she treats her own dog. I said that if I see someone mistreating an animal I do consider it my business to step in. She told me I was rude and what I did was wrong, and then asked what I thought I was going to do if GD complained to the landlord and got me evicted. I was pretty irritated, but eventually - more to appease my mom than because I actually felt sorry - I wrote GD and FB an apology note "admitting" that I was "wrong" for letting my concern for an animal make me act without thinking and get involved in something that "wasn't my business".

Truth is, I still don't think I was wrong, and I would do it again. I think there must be better ways to discipline your deaf dog, and if you aren't willing to learn them then you shouldn't take in a deaf dog. (Also, if what she was doing was just out of trying to control him and not out of anger, why did she shout in his face like that? Girl he's deaf, he can't hear you???) But, after some reflection, I recognize that my already established dislike of these people may have colored my perspective somewhat. It's all over and done with now, but I just want a wider perspective.

Was I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sachirobabe · 3 months

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Chapter 3

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 2440

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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The night passed, you getting only a few hours of sleep. Part of it was because strangers were in your space, and the amount of zombies banging to get in.

You stretched and got out of bed, your warm feet coming in contact with the cold floor assisting in waking you up.

As you stepped into the living room, you saw Gojo already awake, staring through a small crack in the boarded-up window. He turned his head, giving you a light smile.

The first-years stirred in their sleep, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings.

"We should be able to leave once they wake up." He stretches his limbs and makes his way to the couch, sitting on Megumi's legs, which causes him to frown in his sleep. "Staying here isn't a long term solution." He adds.

"Why not? I've snaked by." You say and sit across from the man.

"You really think you can survive the rest of your life here, by yourself?" He asks. "How will you know if there's a cure, or a base for the rest of humanity?"

You think for a moment. He was right, but the gangs were too risky and dangerous to join now. "I guess I wouldn't."

He nods, knowing he was correct. "You should come with us."

"I barely know any of you." You chuckle, "How do I know-"

"If we had bad intentions, we would've already have gone through with them." He cuts you off, "Besides, I think we could be a useful team."

You sigh, "I don't know if I can just go with a bunch of strangers."

Gojo thinks for a moment, "Okay, I have an idea. How about every day we both share something intimate. That way we get to know each other more." He proposes.

"I get to ask something?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yes." He nods.

"You're very adamant on me joining you guys." You laugh.

"We've run into trouble with other gangs, so I kinda want to form my own group. One with plans to survive long-term and not just steal." He goes on, "And I think having you would increase our defense and you're smart so who knows what kinda medical stuff you can do."

You quietly thank him and think for a moment. "Okay, it's a deal. I'll join." He smiles widely, but not for long as Megumi kicks his side, causing him to groan.

"Get off me." He mumbles.

"You guys are loud." Itadori rubs his eyes and sits up.

"Sorry." You say, "What now?" You ask Gojo who's massaging his side.

"We pack up and leave." He stands.

"Now? Do you even have an idea of where to go?" You say, waking up the first-years, they sit up and listen.

"I want to find some of my other students.. and friends." He says. "We found a small base, it looks like military, but it's covered in barbed wire and who knows if the electric fence still works— what I'm getting at is I have no idea if it's taken already."

"So where are we gonna go while we find your friends?" You say and follow him to the kitchen.

"We'll go to the school that I teach at, that's where we've been staying. There's still some areas around here I haven't gone to look at for my friends." He says and grabs a granola bar.

"That's mine." You frown.

"It's ours now, we're teamed up now." He laughs. "Better get to packing, I want as much daylight as I can get."

You nod and head back towards your room, "I have some food in the kitchen, help yourselves." You softly smile at the students.

You couldn't believe you were leaving the solace of your home, but you knew the man was right. You have barely any idea of what's going on in the outside world.

You grab your backpack and begin filling it with clothes and other necessities you needed. You also felt a little better about this whole apocalypse now that you have others and you're not just alone.

You take one last look at your bedroom and sigh, shutting the door and walking back into the living room. The first years were all in the kitchen with their teacher.

Their heads all turn when they hear your footsteps. "You ready?" Gojo asks.

"I think so." You clutch the handle on your bag. The five of you head out, each first year and Gojo carrying a backpack as well with stuff from your place that was deemed useful.

You've briefly heard of the school Gojo taught at. You had to be either insanely intelligent to pass their exams or you'd pay your way in. It didn't surprise you that the school was beautiful.

Gojo looks around more shutting the door and boarding it up. You're all glad there were no run ins with zombies or people. The building was cold, almost cold enough to see your breath.

"Is there a fireplace anywhere?" You ask, standing awkwardly, not sure where anything was.

"No," Gojo chuckles, "Why do you think we all wear so many layers?"

You smile nervously, your apartment had a fireplace so this would be new for you. It was always risky to have it on because of the smoke from your chimney, but nothing had happened to you.

"And cuddle while we sleep." Itadori smiles widely and attempts to hug megumi, only to be pushed off.

You were smiling at the interaction, Nobara walks back into the room a little out of breath, the mood instantly changes, her face is full of worry. "I think someone broke in."

Gojo's demeanor changes, "Show me." You all followed behind him, you could feel the anger in his footsteps. Glass shards were shattered all over the floor, furniture was thrown around and some broken pieces scattered around the room.

The cold air filled the room more intensely than it did before, swaying the curtains. Gojo sighs, "Anything missing?"

Nobara shrugs and begins to look around the room, your eyes catch the floor, eyeing some muddy footsteps. You begin to follow them, two pairs of steps went towards the kitchen and another two went to the living room.

You're surprised at how you didn't see some of the cabinets flung open, food was basically nonexistent, it was all gone.

"They took some blankets and whatnot. We had all of our weapons with us when we went to your place, so we didn't lose much." Gojo informs you as, he too, followed the muddy footsteps.

"All the foods gone." You turn around, now facing his huge stature. Gojo sighs and rubs his forehead.

"I knew they'd try and get us." He says.

"You know who did it?" You're puzzled.

"I have an idea of who." He clears up, "We're gonna be eating up your food then. I was hoping to be able to ration it." The first years come back into the kitchen.

"Is it safe for us to sleep here?" Nobara brings up, "Cause I don't feel safe."

"We could have someone keep watch?" Itadori proposes.

Gojo shakes his head, "We're gonna have to sleep here, we have nowhere else to go."

"What about Y/n's place?" Megumi says, "it's warmer there too."

"We'll lose too much daylight going back, I wanted to look for Nanami and the second-years here." Gojo says, you have no idea who he's talking about, but the group of three stiffen at the mention.

"I can take first shift, do you mind taking the second?" Gojo turns to you.

"If you're all okay with it, of course." You agree, no objections were made so you nodded. Gojo cleared the place once more, making sure nobody was hiding.

"What now?" Megumi stares at Gojo, "The place is a mess."

"Are you still going out to search?" Itadori asks, rubbing his stomach as it growls.

"I can board up the openings," you offer, "It's gonna make a lot of noise so we'll attract some attention." You warn.

Gojo thinks for a moment before responding. His brows furrowed and his eyes glared at the ground. "That'll work, I don't want to risk leaving and not being able to get back in, the sound will be loud so we'll for sure be surrounded."

Nobara throws you a hammer and some nails while she carries some planks. The boys in the meantime cleaned and reorganized the place.

The last window was halfway boarded up, there were some light banging on the other side of place from the zombies, you'd have to make this quick.

"Will we have enough time to finish this one?" Nobara asks as she eyes the other boards.

"If I can hit the nails in two hits we should be okay." You grew a little worried, unsure if you'd be able to do it since all your other hits had taken 3-5 hits.

Nobara held the second to last board as you take a nail from your mouth and begin to hit it, groans from the zombies got closer and closer, making you panic internally.

"Last one." You say hitting as hard and precisely as you could, you'd manage to hit a few in just one go. Finally the board was finished, just in time as the zombies began to bang on that window.

"Nice job." Gojo smiles as he walks into the bedroom, "I warmed up some dinner for us." He motions for the two of you to follow.

"Your cleaning could use some work." Nobara eyes the kitchen and living room.

"I thought I did good." Gojo frowns, handing you a bowl of soup. Your fingers grazed his for a second, they were freezing. You wonder to yourself if they're always that cold.

Nobara begins to banter with Itadori and Megumi on their housewife skills. The sight makes Gojo and you smile. Memories from before the apocalypse filled your mind, you missed working at the hospital.

The florescent lights were your home, taking care of patients and analyzing results brought a small smile to your face. You stopped yourself from daydreaming any further so you wouldn't get too sad.

To distract yourself you looked at Gojo, his blue eyes were already looking at you, his hair is disheveled, probably from running his hands through it so much. He clears his throat and sees your bowl is empty, he takes it from your hands and his chilling fingers meet your warm ones for what felt like forever.

A huge bang catches all of your attentions, muffled groans and moans could be heard from outside. You'd never get used to that, you're glad you weren't the only one that flinched this time.

"Your stove uses propane?" You clear your throat, the first years were tasked to bring in the buckets of rainwater collected from outside to be boiled.

"Yeah, was yours not?" He asks, making sure the water was clean and placing it over the flames.

"No," You sigh, "I ate all my stuff cold and showered cold too."

He laughs, "You're in luck now, huh."

You join his laughter and agree, but worries of how you're all going to survive kept flooding your mind. It was hard enough to feed yourself and stay somewhat hydrated already, now there were 5 of you, and by the looks of it, there'll be more later.

Occasional bangs and loud noises were heard making it hard for you to sleep, the cold also wasn't helping. The five of you all slept in one room, more bodies means more heat. You layered up on clothes, but your face was still cold.

Your "bed" was situated next to Gojo's, he was on first watch so you're not really sure where he is. You turned to your side again, frustrated from not being able to sleep, you get up to see if you could look outside to calm you down.

The door stayed open so you didn't make much noise getting up, you started to become more familiar with the layout of the place, you walked into the living room, you're not entirely surprised that Gojo was there.

He gives you a soft smile and pats a spot on the couch near him, "Can't sleep?"

You shake your head, another particularly loud bang startled you, making your heart race. Gojo notices, but says nothing.

"If you're tired you can end your shift early, it's okay." You say as you calm yourself again.

He stares at the floor while he answers, "I'm alright. I don't sleep much either way."

"Ever?" You ask and he shrugs, you look at his features to see any signs of sleep deprivation, but you find none. "That's not very good for you."

"I'm okay, doc, really." He lets out a breathy chuckle. "Thank you."

You're not sure what he's thanking you for, but you close your eyes for a moment, taking in the somewhat quiet space.

"What were you thinking about earlier." His question makes your eyes open and quickly a face of confusion washes over you. "During dinner." He explains.

You remember what he's talking about, "I was thinking about work."

He nods, "Do you miss it?"

"That's two questions, we agreed on one." You laugh.

"Huh?— oh," He lets out a toothy smile, "I guess it is."

Silence washes over the two of you for a while, he began to stare out the window in the small square he didn't cover.

"I miss it a lot." You break the silence, "What about your job?"

He looks back at you again, "I miss it too, who wouldn't miss the world before this." He extends his arms in front of him. "We had issues with some of the older folk at my job, so that I don't miss."

"You're looking for your friends too?" You add.

"That's two questions," he hits you back with what you told him, "but yes, I am, and some other students as well. They're all really gifted." A small smile curves on his lips, you notice they're kind of a cherry pink color. "You looking for any friends or family?"

"I watched most of my friends die, the outbreak was pretty bad at the hospital I work at." You begin, “my family.. I’m not sure, they haven’t come to find me so I just assumed they’re.. well you know.” You finish.

He nods, “I was never close to my family anyway. I hope yours are okay.” He sheepishly smiles.

“I hope your friends and students are okay, too.”

“We’ll find them.” He says determined and gives your hand a soft squeeze.

#gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x y/n #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu itadori #jujutsu nobara #gojo satoru x reader

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cairavende · 6 months

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Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):

Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!

Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.

Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!

Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.

And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.

She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.

For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.

The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.

We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.

Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.

Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)

Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.

Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.

Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.

I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.

Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).

God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.

I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)

Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!

Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.

Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!

Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.

That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Chatterbug #Smugbug #Taylor Hebert #MURDERWALL!!!#Lisa Wilbourn #My daughter is so terrifying and she absolutely does not realize how much #The feelings Taylor had when she realized how terrifyingly powerful Labyrinth was is the same feeling everyone else has around Taylor #She literally is one step away from turning any moment into a horror movie. I love her so much.

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shannankle · 3 months

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Framing in DFF: The Masked Killer

So in this post yesterday I looked at how framing and space are used in episode 5. One thing that stood out is that Non is frequently shown in boxed-in spaces. I'm planning to look at more of how ep 1-4 use space overall later, but for now:

Guess who also is consistently shown through boxed framing?

A: You guessed it! Our favorite masked killer

I'm putting photos below the cut so no one gets a surprise blast of the mask on their dash.

Our first view of the mask is in the video from three years ago. We get the natural lines of the trees framing him on either side.

A bit less boxy but still shoved into a separate part of the screen by Non's head.

We get a few glimpses of the masked killer in the intro and he is contained within the frame of the shrine. Look at this cutie peeking his head out. Hello there, little guy! How did your killing spree go today?

Next in the intro we have a full view of our friendly neighborhood killer in the woods. The shot looks like a crisper version of the shot we get at the start of the episode. It's a bit more zoomed in and our framing trees give sharper lines.

We get to shots of the mask from the video. Interestingly the original film isn't really using strong framing, but the television in the present day certainly is. It makes me wonder if our opening shot was actually in the film or part of a prank on Non that happened while out there to film (but enough speculating for now).

Our mask is contained in a rectangular bag...for now! Dun dun dun

In this shot that didn't translate well to tumblr, Top runs out of the background in the costume. He's framed between the fence and tree. Interesting that this time Phee is the director.

Por is the first to potentially sense our killer. He does so while looking at the camera which, if the masked killer were to be out there would frame him. Not dissimilar to how Jin uses the camera in ep 5 to view Non.

Our masked man? spirit? disembodied hands in a trench coat? Slips into the shot, framed between Tee and White's bodies.

Our first shot in the show of the killer's mask (outside of their filming attempts). He's seen through the glass, almost like a reflection. He's contained within the left pane of the door. As an aside, note also that this is the door Non and Jin run out of in the opening scenes.

Por decides to follow and becomes boxed in himself.

Before and after Por gets branched we have this shot of the killer. His space is cut once again by the lines of the trees.

And as we move away from Por to establish that the killer is gone we're just left with the frame of trees.

No actual masks here, but the two screens do remind me of the mask's eyes so let's add them.

Top's first sighting. Again tree framing

Tee's first sighting. We get Masky in the center lit by fog and darkness around him. Though note how the left side is darkest cutting into the frame. It's not dissimilar to how in the opening scenes we get a shot with Non's head taking up part of the shot.

Here he is playing peek-a-boo as Tee and Top return to the cabin. Just another example of this type of tree shot.

Masky comes to play with Top in the bathroom and of course he has to make a dramatic and boxed-in entrance.

Once more shot where part of the screen is obscured. This time by White instead of Non or shadows. And we have a reflection effect again too.

Our chaotic bestie is in the background for this scene. But he stays firmly framed in front of the window.

More standing in the woods as Tee and Top make a run for it. He gets the gold medal for standing between trees.

I caught this one just at the right moment. You might remember this as our killer throwing an axe at Top and Tan. But really he's just waving hello. Standing in the woods all day can get lonely you know. The shot is less strongly framed than the others, no trees here. But the bushes do enclose him.

Here he is making a dramatic entrance at the temple. He's got to enter just right so the sheets and pillars frame him and get his good side.

Just before his reveal as Top, but there's not really any strong box framing here. And there's not any I caught when he's outside the temple hunting the boys down.

Our boxing comes back though as Top goes to kill Por.

Conclusions:

I feel like it's hard to come to anything solid here. Could it mean Non is the masked killer? In episode 5, boxed spaces are his space, so maybe. But it could also just signify that masky is related to Non or seeking out vengeance on his behalf. This is also complicated by the fact that when Top is in the mask we sometimes get the framing but sometimes don't. It could also just be that the show likes to use boxed framing and it has multiple usages and meanings in the show. I guess only time will tell. I'm looking forward to looking back on this after we have more of the big picture.

#dff the series #dead friend forever #dff the series meta #dead friend forever meta #my meta #my posts #dff episodes 1-4 #dff meta

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Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Requested by @sergeanttomycaptain

Fandom: Captain America Relationship: BrooklynBros Prompts: "I can't imagine how I lived without you. I mean, I can remember it, but I can't imagine how I considered that living." AND "Leave you? You know how hard it was for me to TRAIN YOU to deal with me?"

Please note that this takes place after Avengers: Endgame, but specifically with my fix-it ending where Steve stays. If you're interested in learning more, please check out my fic "Let This One Remain."

“I'm telling you, it's really not that interesting,” Steve said.

“I'll be the judge of that.” Bucky clutched the steering wheel with both hands, not taking his eyes off the road.

Steve eyed his best friend warily, wishing once again he'd just kept his mouth shut. But when he'd noticed the name on the highway sign, he'd blurted out that S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent him to a retreat not far from there right after he'd gotten out of the ice. And then Bucky had inexplicably made an illegal U-turn and demanded further directions.

With a sigh, Steve pointed out the turn he still remembered from all those years ago. How many had it been? Eleven? Twelve?

As they crunched along a gravel road overgrown with weeds and filled with watery potholes, Bucky said, “They'll be gone, right? S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“Probably. I can't imagine anyone would still be using it after all these years.”

“Good.”

“It really wasn't that bad,” Steve said for the fifth time. “I just sat around for a couple weeks and read up on what happened with the war and everything. Look, you can see the pond now. It was like being on vacation.”

“How many vacation spots do you know that have barbed-wire fences?” Bucky stopped with a jerk in front of the gate blocking the drive—and sure enough, the fence that stretched in either direction was topped with barbed wire.

When he looked through the gaps in the fence, Steve spotted the cabin right away. The trees on either side were taller than he remembered, and the grass and weeds along the path grew wild and untrimmed. Steve found his gaze locking immediately on the window through which he'd watched the sun rise every morning after each restless, sleepless night.

The hairs on the back of his neck rose, for some reason. Even though it was the hottest part of the day.

“Come on,” Steve said, opening his door to the rasping chorus of hundreds of cicadas. “If we're going to do this, we'll need to make sure the fence isn't electrified anymore.”

Bucky shot him a look of sheer outrage, but Steve ignored him and walked over to the fence.

There was no hum of electricity like he remembered from before, and sure enough, when he reached out to touch it, he felt nothing but sun-warmed metal. Just as he'd expected—no one would have been around to keep the power on. But the lock still looked solid. Steve looked over his shoulder at Bucky, who was still glowering at the fence. “Here, want to give me a hand?”

“That joke still hasn't gotten old yet, huh?” Bucky gave him a flat look as he casually reached out with his vibranium hand and yanked the gate open with one smooth motion, the lock falling uselessly into the dust.

Steve winked and led the way into the Retreat.

The door to the cabin was locked too, but it was even easier to break that lock and get inside. Everything looked more or less the way Steve remembered, albeit covered with a thin layer of dust. A living room with a couple couches and a fireplace, a kitchen, a bedroom...everything a newly-defrosted supersoldier could need.

“They were watching you?” Bucky jabbed a finger up at one corner of the ceiling, where a small black camera sat collecting dust.

“Yeah. Security, I guess.”

Steve gazed up at the camera, remembering when he'd first looked up and realized what it was. The way the whole cabin had seemed to shrink around him, like there were secret agents hiding in the walls, watching for the slightest sign he was about to crack. They'd told him he would stay there until he was 'ready,' and Steve had realized they would be watching him to decide when that was. If he wanted to leave, he would need to prove that he was still capable of being Captain America for them.

It was like being on stage again, wearing a costume and dancing for a crowd. Only this time, there would be no ducking behind the curtain and taking a breather backstage.

Remembering that made Steve's skin crawl.

Bucky wandered farther into the cabin, glaring around at everything like it had personally offended him. Sam would have laughed at him. Not for the first time, Steve wished they could have invited him on their cross-country road trip too, but he was Captain America now. He had a lot of hands to shake and babies to kiss, and hopefully no more world-ending catastrophes for a little while.

Steve strolled into the bedroom, thinking back to the last time he'd been in here. When he had been Captain America, and had to somehow come to grips with the knowledge that, despite everything he'd done and everything he'd sacrificed, the fight still wasn't over.

The same plaid blanket lay on the neatly made bed. Steve sank onto the side of the bed, kicking up a small cloud of dust. Even the dust smelled the same.

If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine he was back here to stay. That everything that had happened in the past decade had all been a dream. Maybe none of that had really happened—no Avengers, no Thanos. No Sharon. No Sam. No Bucky. Nothing but days upon days stretching out before him, his whole future nothing but a huge question mark. Nothing to do but reflect on the past, dwell on his mistakes, learn all the things that had happened without him and realize just how powerless he was.

How small. How weak. How alone.

“Steve?”

With a breath that caught in his throat, Steve opened his eyes again and found himself looking at Bucky, standing in the doorway and watching him with a furrow in his brow. He tried to smile, but that only made Bucky look more concerned than ever.

Bucky crossed the room and sat down next to Steve, reaching up and brushing the knuckles of his right hand across Steve's cheek. Only when his fingers came away wet did Steve realize he was crying.

“I don't....” Steve wasn't sure what he was trying to say, but it didn't matter, because his voice died in his throat.

“Here.” Bucky scooted a little closer, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Steve turned in to the embrace with a desperation that surprised even him, throwing his arms around Bucky and crushing him against his chest. He needed to feel Bucky there—alive, real, present. Not a dream, not a memory. Not flakes of snow or ash slipping through his fingers. A warm, solid man right there at his side, like it was supposed to be.

They stayed like that for long minutes that stretched out endlessly. Time seemed meaningless here, just like when they'd brought him here the first time. He could have been here for a day. He could have been here for centuries. But for once, Steve didn't mind. He could feel Bucky's arms around him—one soft and warm, one hard and cold. Both of them strong enough to support him, no matter what he faced.

“You okay?” Bucky finally murmured.

Steve sniffled. “I wanted to see Niagara Falls. Would've been more fun than here.”

Bucky pulled back, but let his hand fall easily into Steve's. “Sorry,” he said softly. “I just...wanted to see what it was like. How you lived...while I wasn't there.”

Steve let out a mirthless chuckle, running a hand across his eyes. “I can't imagine how I lived without you. I mean, I can remember it, but I can't imagine how I considered that living.”

No...it really wasn't living. Not in this cabin. Not for the past five years.

“I was just...existing. Carrying on...almost out of habit. Trying to remember why.” He let out a shaky breath, tightening his grip around Bucky's hand. “It's a lot easier when you're here.”

“Sorry it took me so long to come back.”

All Steve could do was nod. They'd had this conversation before, multiple times. They'd probably have it again. And again. As many times as it took before Steve's brain finally caught up to the reality that they were together again.

They sat there for a few more minutes, Steve settling against Bucky's side, the two of them breathing together. Steve focused on the simple sensations that grounded him in the present, reassuring him that he hadn't just woken up from the ice. So much had happened since then, both good and bad.

The days he'd spent in this cabin hadn't been the end of the story.

Eventually, they got up and meandered back outside, still holding hands. Standing at the edge of the pond, looking out at the water and the overgrown bank, Steve listened to the chirring of cicadas and smelled the hot, dusty summer evening air. He felt Bucky's hand in his, slightly sweaty but comfortably familiar. He felt the weight of his phone in his pocket, a comforting reminder that he would be calling Sharon tonight when they found a motel. Maybe in the morning he would call Sam.

He had roots here now, in the 21st century. A home, a place where he belonged. Or people he belonged with, rather. Daily reminders that he had something to live for.

“What are you thinking about?” Bucky asked, breaking into his thoughts.

Steve looked over at him, at the setting sun turning the edges of his dark hair to gold. That face he knew so well, looking at him expectantly, his keen eyes full of sympathy. Steve had to swallow a lump in his throat before he could say, “Can I...ask something selfish?”

“Please do.”

“Don't leave me. Don't...Don't ever leave me again.”

Bucky's eyebrows pinched together for a moment, but then his mouth slid into an easy smile. “Leave you? You know how hard it was for me to train you to deal with me?”

Steve smiled back. The golden sunlight seemed to seep into his skin and sink all the way down to his bones, thawing out any last traces of ice that remained. “Not that hard.”

“Keep telling yourself that, punk,” Bucky said, turning and leading the way back to the car. “After decades of investment, you really think I'd let you walk away now?”

Steve didn't let go of his hand. Together, they stepped through the gate and left the Retreat behind. Within minutes, it was nothing but a dusty smudge on the horizon.

#btw i've never seen any of agents of shield so i don't actually have any firsthand knowledge of the retreat #so i probably got it all wrong but oh well - i did my best! XP #ari asked for this specific scenario and to use BOTH prompts so that's what i did!#ask games #let me count the ways #captain america #avengers #avengers: endgame #steve rogers #bucky barnes #brooklynbros

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CHAPTER I: pogue lif3

warnings: smut (18+) and mature language

a/n: 2.0K words

"We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time" - John B.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Seven Peterkin stared up at the sunset sky with her hands interlocked behind her head. Her sneakered covered feet were dangling from the scaffolding she was laying down on. The brown-skinned girl was sitting next to JJ or Thing One as she liked to call him. The clouds caught her attention and the longer she stared at them, the more they began to take shape into random things.

Oh, that looks like a bunny.

"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival"

Seven turned her head to the left to see John B trying to balance on the edge of the roof he was on.

"Triple dog dare you to jump for shits and giggles" the teenager challenged and turned her head to the boy.

"Hmm" John B sucked his pointer finger and lifted it to the wind playfully, "should I do it?"

"Yeah, you should jump" Pope dared the adventurous boy while pointing a nail gun at him. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

Seven shook her head at her friends with a smile on her face. The girl then sat up and climbed down the scaffolding. The curly afro haired girl leaned against one of the work benches. She then pulled out her cracked phone. A smirk appeared on her face when she saw a text message from a hook up of hers, Janet.

They met a street race last week when Seven dusted any and everyone that stepped to her. Janet approached her and the two engaged in a light hearted conversation before it started getting sexual. Long story short, they hooked up in the back of her Kia Soul and have been hooking up every other day after that.

"They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers" Kiara ranted while walking out of the unfinished home. Seven was too in-grossed in her phone to notice her female best friend glance at her.

"Of course. Why wouldn't they?" JJ chimed in and took another sip of his beer.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles. I guess?" Kiara mocked. She took her eyes off Seven's distracted figure and they landed on John B, "Can you please not kill yourself?"

"Do it! I want the Chateau" Seven joked. Kiara playfully glared at the girl.

"Don't spill that beer, I'm not giving you another one" JJ warned the adventurous boy. Seven then locked her phone and slid it back into her black Nike shorts pocket. The teenager watched as John B continues to balance on the edge of the roof on one foot. But the wind picked up slightly which made him stumble and drop his beer.

"Oh, shit" John B cursed as the beer smacked on the deck spilling the liquid everywhere. Seven snorted at the idiot teenager.

"Of course, you did like right when I told you not to"

"A-plus"

"Dumbass"

Pope looked on the side of the house when he heard a car door slam shut, "hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up" He urged the group.

"Boys are early today," John B said and climbed down the scaffolding.

"Humpty dumpty, let's roll" JJ shouted.

Deciding that she wanted to taunt the security guards, she leaned over the railing.

"Mi hombre Gary, ¿cómo estás?" Seven taunted the frustrated security guard.

"SEVEN! STOP TESTING ME" Gary yelled. Seven snickered before Pope pulled her away from the railing before she could taunt Gary more.

"Come on, you rebel," Pope said.

The five best friends all flooded into the unfinished house running and laughing. Excitement was oozing out of Seven and she cheered with the rest of them following. JJ took them down to the ground level where they all separated . JJ banked to the left with Seven following and he was about to run right into Gary's hand but Seven pushed him out of the way and she spun around the heated security guard.

"Classic spin move, my guy" Seven laughed and continued running from the security guards. She caught up to JJ and Pope. JJ made it over the fence while Pope fell flat onto his face.

"Come on Pope! Gary, the Grinch is coming!" Seven said as she jumped over the fence and helped Pope to his feet.

"Hey! Come here, you little pricks!" They heard as they ran as fast they could to John B's van that just pulled up. Pope and Seven hopped in the van and John B skidded off.

"Hey, check out Gary gunning for a raise" Pope laughed as he pointed to Gary chasing after John B's van. JJ grabbed a can of beer and leaned out of the van.

"Slow down John B" Seven smiled.

"Stop it guys you're gonna give him a heart attack" Kiara laughed.

"Come on Gary! You're so close! You can do it" JJ taunted the out-of-breath security guard. He then tossed the unopened beer can in the air. "There you go," JJ laughed. Gary ends up shielding his head from the beer can which slowed him down. "They don't pay you enough bro."

Kiara pulled JJ into the van trying her best not to laugh at her stupid friend. "JJ stop," She said.

"Oh come on, that sort of initiative is just begging to be punished" JJ chuckled.

The five teens continued laughing and making jokes amongst themselves. They all were having a good time together like usual. Seven loved being with her friends. It was the thing she missed most when she was away in juvie on the mainland. She was alone and didn't have anyone there. She loved getting into trouble with them, she loved the thrill of it. She couldn't exactly explain why she loved the excitement of trouble but she did.

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"Mmhm Sev" Janet's moans were silenced by Seven's skillful tongue entering her mouth. Janet started rocking her hips back and forth faster which makes Seven's hands grip them tighter. The soft sound of The Weekend's voice filled the car but it was being overpowered by the increasing moans spewing out of Janet's mouth.

Her pace sped up more as one hand gripped the back of Seven's neck and the other hand is pressed against the window. Seven felt her stomach tighten letting the curly-haired girl she was close to releasing. She also knew Janet was close by the way she tighten around her and her mouth dropped open.

"Oh my god...Seven!" Janet gasped and her movements stilled as her warm liquid coated Seven's length. Meanwhile, Seven let out a hiss as she released into the condom. The duo stayed in this position for a few moments to calm down before Janet climbed off her the brown skinned girl. Seven raised her eyebrow as she noticed Janet getting clothed at a fast pace.

"What's the rush energizer bunny? We still got like two hours til I have to take you back home. I was thinking we can grab some food from The Wreck and sit at-"

"Yeah, I can't. Not tonight Seven" Janet interrupted the girl.

"Okay...well maybe one of these days I can take you out. Like on an actual date" Seven proposed. This made Janet stop in her tracks and looked at Seven who had a hopeful expression on her face.

Janet sighed, "Sev..."

The hopeful expression disappeared on Seven's face when she noticed Janet's hesitation.

"Oh...I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make things awkward" Seven apologized.

"No, no...listen I'm not the type of person to be in a relationship. Every one that I've ever been in I always screw it up by either cheating or neglecting the relationship. I don't want to hurt you, you've been through. You're a nice person and I don't want to hurt you by breaking your heart," Janet explained.

"I've had my heart broken numerous times" Seven chuckled. "But...I can't help but respect you in telling me how you feel instead of stringing me along. I appreciate it."

Janet smiled, "of course. It's time I matured."

Seven chuckled at the girl before she fixed herself up while Janet drove to the Chateaü. Janet lived literally on the border between the Kook and Pogue sides of the island. She didn't claim either side which kinda drew Seven to the girl. She was just there, living life and being a teenager.

The pair quickly approached Seven's destination. She could see JJ, John B, Kiara, and Pope all sitting around a campfire engaged in conversations. The friends looked up at the approaching vehicle with curious eyes before Seven stepped out. The four watched Seven say something to Janet that made her burst out laughing before giving her the middle finger.

Seven laughed before walking to her friends. The boys had smirks on their faces but Kiara had a jealous smile on hers.

"So you ditch us to go touch genitals with Janet Mosses, that's cold blooded" John B joked.

"You haven't been here for a full month yet and you're already getting laid. Tell me your secret" JJ stated before getting close to Seven.

Seven pushed the blonde haired boy away, "Go to juvie. The girls love a jail story."

"By girls you mean desperate hoes that want attention" Kiara muttered.

"Attention that is solely focused on me. Excuse me if I take advantage of it...with consent. Consent is key. Consent is sexy" Seven emphasized. The boys nodded at her words.

"So it doesn't bother you when girls only want you because you went to juvie?" Kiara questioned.

Seven and the boys looked at each other highly confused to where the hostility Kiara has came from. She noticed the way they all looked at each other before she cleared her throat.

"I'm just trying to look out for you. I know how girls can get and how mean they can be. I just don't want to see you hurt...any of you" Kiara confessed.

Seven threw her arm around Kiara's shoulder and brought her close, "I appreciate it sweets."

Kiara rolled her eyes with a smile at the nickname and pushed Seven away. The curly afro girl looked at the boys with a knowing smirk.

"Attention poguies...we have a warrant for the dunking of Miss Kiara Carrera. In t-minus 30 seconds she will be meeting the local swap." Seven said in a sailor voice.

"NO! Absolutely not!" Kiara yelled and tried to run away from Seven and the boys. But Pope caught her before she can run, he went through all her pockets to take out any valuables.

They all took flying flaying body part and sped walk to the end of the dock. They counted down and swung Kiara into the water.

"SEV! I'm going to kill you!" Kiara screamed as soon as she came up from underwater.

Seven laughed, "I'm sorry it was too perfect to miss that opportunity."

"Can one of you at least help me up?" Kiara asked.

"Alright, alright I'll help you up" John B volunteered. He stuck his hand out for her to grab but she pulled him down the second she grabbed it.

The remaining pogues in the dock all burst out laughing at John B.

"How did you not see that coming?" JJ laughed.

"Yeah it's like you asked-" Pope was cut off by a hard push into the water. Seven was stood behind him waiting for the opportunity.

"Y'all are dumb" Seven laughed. She looked at JJ who looked at her.

"Backflip cannonball?" Seven asked.

"Dude, you didn't have to ask" JJ replied.

For the rest of the day, the five best friends were together. They ate dinner, courtesy of Kie again, and they watched movies until Pope, Sev, and Kiara had to leave for the night.

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aita-blorbos · 3 months

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(OC. Connected to https://www.tumblr.com/aita-blorbos/741778403555000320/oc-am-i-the-asshole-for-swapping-bodies-with-a

Saw some people showing interest in this story, so, decided to give some more tidbits. Might do it again if people want)

Am I the... bad guy (sorry I don't like saying bad words) for wanting to improve the camp I work at?

Hello! This has been bugging me for a bit. So, I (22, M) work at this camp, right? It's a summer job, since, y'know, the camp is only open for visits at summer. It's called "Mt. Bore", and, well, it's advertised as such! A boring, uneventful place, and... I kinda don't like that?

The place is beautiful! The air is fresh, the plants are nice, the birds singing are really good to hear! So it's a shame that it's advertised as such a bad place to be. The ticket prices don't help either! They're not expensive, just slightly above average, for some reason. And to top it off, we don't even have access to all of the place! The camp's terrain is huge, there's even a mount nearby, which I bet would be an awesome place to take the campers to! But we just have a small portion of the park we're allowed to be in, for some reason, and the rest is blocked off by fences.

And, since I mentioned the campers, this is a good moment to talk a bit about them. So, this summer we have 6 campers, which is way more than usual. There's this one kid (We'll call him E) who's a regular. Really fun kid, very smart too, though he mostly stays at his cabin. Usually he's our only camper, but this year a local school bought some tickets to give away to some students, so in total we have 6 campers this year.

Thing is, half of them seem very disinterested. There's this one girl who's been having some pretty dire anxiety attacks every now and then, there's this other boy who's gloomy and reclused, and even E is acting a bit... different these past few days.

The other half of the campers seem pretty happy though. We were talking the other day and they asked me if we could go on a hike around the camp, and seemed a bit bummed when I told them we weren't allowed past the fences, but I promised I'd talk to my boss about it.

And talk to him I did! He's a pretty successful businessman, inherited his dad's company and managed to make it even more successful, and is also the owner of the camp, though I guess he doesn't like people knowing that, for some reason? He specifically made me sign a contract that prohibited me from sharing his connection to the park with anyone, and even told me that I can only connect him through his phone so we wouldn't be seen together. Weird, but I suppose this is just a privacy boundary or something...

So anyway, I asked him if we could go past the fences and take a walk around the forest or go to the mount nearby, but he just said no. I tried to insist, saying the place was very beautiful, that we could do a lot of things with it and he still said no. I tried to appeal to his businessman side and said that we could make a lot of money off of the camp if we managed to attract a lot of new campers, y'know? Expand the areas we can go, build more cabins, rebrand it to "Mt. Fun" or something and just make it into an actual nice thing, y'know?

He... He REALLY disliked that. He started yelling at me through the call, and threatened to fire me if I took those teens anywhere out of bounds or even if I so much as brought this up again.

I... I don't really get it. I just wanna make this place nicer! I like working here, it's such a calm place, and I think more people deserve to experience it! I don't know if my boss has some sort of grip or attachment with the place, but he looks like he wants as little attention on it as possible!

I'm kind of worried I might've been in the wrong here, I don't know, maybe I said something that put him in a bad mood, maybe I touched a senstivve subject for him?? I really just wanna help people around me be happy, and I'm worried I might've came across as invasive when talking to my boss. Even if he's grumpy and rude, I didn't want to upset him... So, was I the bad guy here?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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ineffectualdemon · 3 months

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Nightmare I just had:

Husband and kid were inexplicably home. Found out I was being called to testify on a domestic abuse case regarding our neighbours. Both sides were asking for me to be a witness and I'l reluctantly chose the dude because the only time I have heard their fights become violent it was directed him

So then I'm going to court. That's in a mall. And I have a craft project which is a big leather stuffed dog that I'm crocheting a fuzzy coat over

I give less than convincing testimony I guess and the empress??? Rules in her favour.

Then two mages walk in and start spelling people's skin off and everyone scatters

I manage to get out of the mall (after briefly reconvening with my party which no involves a lot more people) and we're all trying to get to this one building but we're all taking different routes and I end up in human meat farm run by Alan Davies from QI and it's clear they think they have tricked me into being produce but I was going to hop the very easy to hop fences. There are signs other people have tried to escape but they all attacked the actual fences

Then I woke up briefly and when I went back to sleep I was back at the trial, redoing the testimony and I guess I did it better because he was awarded the win

Which triggered men in blank white masks to come in and start killing people and or turning them into one of them by throwing masks at them

I was still fighting to escape when I woke up the second and final time

Oddly the most horror filled moment were the end with fighting the phantom men and the beginning because it felt like sleep paralysis. I could hear my family but I didn't believe they were home because it was way too early but then they grabbed my hand and I tried to scream and I couldn't. I finally woke up in the dream and they wouldn't explain why they were home so early

And they aren't even actually home

#nightmares #dreams #weird dreams #domestic violence mention #canabalism

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valentinoappreciator · 4 months

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saw your post about people who like Alastor but not Valentino and I hope you don’t mind me responding here instead of the post itself!

For me it’s because not only have we actually seen him+his personality (the only times I know of when Valentino has actually talked in-universe is Dirty Healings and maybe his Instagram, but I don’t have Instagram) and Alastor has like funny lines and a song in the pilot. I could probably defend every single bad thing he ever did if I wanted to but I don’t think anybody cares and my apologizing for him would be hollow anyway but as far as I know we’ve seen him kill/try to kill twice and one of those times was Sir Pentious, who attacked the hotel, and the butcher shop owner in A Day in the After Life, who was attacking a customer. Although Alastor did kill many other demons, we only know what happened from Vaggie’s possibly biased and overdramatized retelling of events, and since they are demons in hell it’s possible he was only killing bad people like a really horrible superhero. We also know he was a serial killer in life, but again, we don’t know the context, and he could’ve fancied himself a vigilante or something(which still doesn’t mean he’s innocent, because it’s still murder and very unlikely, but hey! Hasn’t been disproven). Also, as an asexual, I’m probably projecting a lot onto him and it’s way easier for me to like his character than Valentino.

Sorry this is so long, and I’d like to make it clear that I didn’t intend for this to be any kind of anon hate or something; I bear no ill will towards you. I just saw your post and couldn’t resist answering your question, I suppose. Again, I’m really sorry if this comes off as rude, I don’t mean for it to be! We just have different problematic faves I guess, and that’s fine! To each their own or however it goes

TL;DR: I find Alastor to be very entertaining and a fun villain, while nothing really stands out for me with Valentino

thank you for clarifying that you didn't mean this ask as hate. i didn't read it as such, but its still nice of you!

i dont know how to answer this without sounding like an asshole though. but, all im hearing in this is still "defending" / "reasoning" why a serial killer (and potential (?) cannibal) is better than a sexual predator. which, that's fair, that's fine, we're all different after all! and Alastor and Val are both evil, so like we're both on the wrong side of the fence, but y'know

#asks #my post #oh boy do i tag this?#yeah sure why ntot #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin critical #i guess????#either way #i didnt mean to be rude to you anon! i hope it didnt come across as such #no hard feelings

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dribs-and-drabbles · 8 months

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Laws of Attraction ep 8

I watched the ep on Sat as it aired but then forgot to post these notes. With it being the last ep, I didn't have so much to say...beyond screaming over the brilliance of everything, but here it is anyway.

(Oh god it's all over after this 😭 I miss them already).

That fight was actually great...even though I don't like boxing/fighting. I don't know why Navin isn't worried for Charn's safety though...

Those bruises on Tinn... 😂

I adore Rose and Maya as spies!! Spin-off series now with them as leads running an underground pi business with the bar/singing as a front! Thank you please.

What a fucking location. Out-fuckin-standing.

I LOVE THE DRAMA OF THIS!! LIVE-STREAMING THATTHEP'S CONFESSION?! CHARN YOU FUCKING GENIUS!

Please Charn, please turn off your ringtone 😭🙏🏽

Oh no...Tinn's going to rush in there, get caught by Thatthep's men, and they'll use him to lure Charn out. No no no...

Oh thank god...but wait...

YESSSSSSS CHARN. YOU EVIL GENIUS. FOR ONCE SOMEONE GOING INTO DANGER WEARS A BULLETPROOF VEST. THANK YOU!

Oh oh oh, there's half the ep left. Please let it just be Charn and Tinn being stupidly adorably in love.

Well I was right that the evidence from the doll would be too weak for a prosecution 🤷🏽‍♀️

I can't believe Tanthai still wants to see his father. Smh. I guess despite everything Thatthep did to him, he still seeks recognition and...love?

Charn is such a little shit. I love him.

Not the post-it notes 😭

The marriage equality advocacy speech!!! 👏🏼😍

Glad to see as a collective fandom we are all ignoring the Chan and Tin spellings of their names the show is using. Also, the lettering is in blue! (And it's already been pointed out that it's the same date as the airing day).

Galaxia!

Charn telling his mother that he's happy, with Tinn by his side, surrounded by All. That. Yellow.

Navin! That's it. He's amazing. 10/10. No notes. The best ex-boyfriend we could have gotten for Charn.

I love how Thatthep looks out of focus and obscured (even more than Charn is) behind the metal fence, as though he's not a prominent presence in Charn's life anymore (these are completely unedited screenshots apart from a little crop).

Oh my god the couple sweater vests 😂

Tanthai (and Thee) are finally freeeeeee!

We're all Granny! Yelling at them to kiss 😂

Ugh people in love stink (affectionate)

Not the dolls! 😭

Maya and Rose and their rings!

Tinn still has the ring necklace, and Charn's using his evil babygirl lawyering for good now!

All in all, a fantastic last ep. I think they could have had the wedding date a few years in the future and left it ambiguous as to whether it was a legal wedding or not. But I'm SO glad that from the beginning they set up Charn as being a bit smug about how great a lawyer he was...then made us wonder if he was going to do something stupid and impulsive...but then followed through with Charn's brilliant plan to 'catch' and deal with Thatthep. Yes, he is brilliant and he was right all along about it.

I guess I should add a final note on the colours...which stayed pretty consistent through the series (maybe I'll write another post about just this later) but in short I felt like green represented Tonkhao; Tinn was definitely a loyal blue boy; both Thatthep and Charn also used blue but as a front/a mask to their true selves; Tanthai was generally black and white but was forced to conform to his father's (blue) wishes and tied to the accident of (green) Tonkhao; and Charn...was a bit of an enigma because as well as his blue, he was accompanied by the red of revenge...but under it all I think he was a soft pastel, earthy tones guy, much like his mother...and which is why the shot of the dolls at the end made me gasp so much. Because not only were they there to represent Tonkhao but they both also have Charn and Tinn's colours.

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#laws of attraction #laws of attraction the series #laws of attraction ep 8 #my heart is full #I loved the over-the-top drama #the softness between them #the way the relationship developed #the way my mind changed on tanthai and thee as the series went on #and how although we knew thatthep was Bad™️#we still didn't quite predict the full story of the 'accident'#and his callousness over tonkhao's death #it was all brilliant

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stargazer-sims · 7 months

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Place: School Cafeteria

Character: Victor

Object: three rubber bands

Weather: calm and cool

Here’s another one @dandylion240. I realized I kind of messed it up because it doesn't take place inside the school cafeteria (but at least the cafeteria got a mention)

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It all started with three large rubber bands that Leo had taken from his dad’s office, which he showed to Victor and Ellie yesterday morning on the way to school. He said they were “the good elastics” and would make the best slingshots.

“We can try them after school,” Leo said. “Maybe set up a contest to see who can knock the most empty milk cartons off the fence.”

Victor’s thirteen-year-old brain could not resist the idea of any kind of competition, but after school wasn’t going to work for him. “It’ll have to be during lunch. I have soccer practice right after school.”

“And I have to go to my mom’s,” Ellie said. “She’s picking me up from school today. Ugh.”

That settled it, of course.

At lunch, the three of them hurried to the cafeteria, trying to get there first so they wouldn’t have to waste too much time standing in line. They each bought milk and a sandwich, and then dashed outside.

The fence along one side of the school parking lot is wooden and the railing is flat on top. It was perfect for what they planned to do. So, after gobbling their sandwiches and draining their milk cartons in record time, they filled their pockets full of little rocks from the decorative fake tree planters in front of the school and then ran to set up their contest.

They only had three milk cartons, but that didn’t matter. It was easy enough to collect them and put them on the fence rail again after each person’s turn. Victor was having fun, and he was pleased that his cousin’s claim about the elastic bands was accurate. They really were the good ones.

It was all going great until they were spotted by the vice-principal.

"Hey! What are you kids doing over there?"

Startled by the vice-principal's shout, both Ellie and Victor turned around. Ellie had been just about to take her turn, and she somehow unleashed her rock directly at a car. Ellie's rock hit the vehicle's door with a dull metallic 'thunk', and as it fell to the ground, Victor could see a small dent in the car's door.

His first thought was Wow... impressive! These really are the good elastics!

His very next thought was. Oh crap! We're definitely gonna be in big trouble now.

Unfortunately, he was not wrong.

And that's why he, Ellie and Leo are currently sitting in a classroom during their lunch break, eating sandwiches brought from home, and being monitored by a teacher who looks like he totally does not want to be here. They're missing out on Pizza Friday in the cafeteria, and Victor has lost the chance to play outside with his other friends on such a calm and cool autumn day. Davian, Chloë and Jacob are probably kicking a ball around the soccer field right now, and he's missing it because he's stuck in detention from yesterday's lunch hour escapade. Ugh.

He wants to get up and look out the window, but he can't. He's supposed to stay in his seat and write a short essay about responsible behaviour on school grounds. He's not sure what to write. Staring down at the paper in front of him, he guesses what he's got so far likely won't satisfy the vice-principal at all.

What I learned is, if you're going to do questionable stuff on school grounds, make sure nobody catches you.

#sapphire answers #writing #victor nelson #leo deluca #ellie britt #stargazersims

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