#i think they said they’re from ohio but i don’t remember

[bibleofficial]

my ‘tour buddy’s’ son lives in houston & i feel so bad bc whenever someone tells me they know someone in or have been to houston my first reaction is ‘i’m so sorry !’

#stream #ALSKALSKALSKALSKA #LIKE GURL … #SUCKS ! #they’re not californian so it’s acceptable #like it’s suchhhhh a SHIT city 😭😭😭😭 why do y’all move here (it was bc his wife is in oil) #i think they said they’re from ohio but i don’t remember #idk her name is kim ! she’s sweet #like the tour buddy’s are to confirm the person is there without counting heads & if someone doesn’t say their buddy ain’t there then the #tour continues as scheduled #i feel bad too bc im such an acquired taste like im a MASSIVE bitch im loud im opiniated im crass idc but idk i don’t do well in large group

[fruitbasketball]

thoughts on the bracket?

Y’ALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

okay so i might be him bc my final four is still the same i got:

UConn

UCLA

South Carolina

Texas

ALBANY 1 - i think obviously albany 1 is the hardest to get through. you’re looking at a bracket with south carolina, who is absolutely untouchable - but we know that from last march, that might not stay true.

that being said, i don’t see south carolina experiencing an upset before the final four. dawn run that shit like that navy bro - that is a team whose talent and discipline run deep.

that being said, notre dame has been tough this season, even without olivia miles. oregon state has recently been really holding their own, but my teams to watch are oklahoma and fairfield for upsets. i honestly do see indiana making an early exit from the tournament, but who knows!

ALBANY 2 - rebecca lobo might be onto smth here saying this is the hardest region. if you’re not iowa, ucla, or lsu, this region is a fucking nightmare. even if you are one of those teams, this region is a fucking nightmare.

the reason i have ucla in the final 4 is because both lsu and iowa have the huge potential to choke. ucla has also just been a very good fundamental team this year. they’re just a more polished team than lsu, and while i don’t think they’re more polished than iowa, i think they have the power to shut them down defensively in the way ohio state did their first matchup. they have very solid pieces in charisma osborne, kiki rice, and of course, lauren betts.

obviously, i’d still keep an eye on kansas state, but i would also look out for princeton with a great court presence in kaitlyn chen, as well as wvu, who had a really strong start to the season.

PORTLAND 3 - this vanderbilt columbia play in is going to be the most interesting thing to me in the beginning stages of the tournament. vandy isn’t a perennial powerhouse by any means, but they’re housing a slam? all american in justine pissott, but i haven’t heard from them at all this year. columbia’s got a serious threat in abbey hsu, so that should be a really nice matchup to watch.

y’all already know who i’m riding for out of here, but i’m serious when i say march madness p is a whole different beast. for those of y’all who just started watching, you’re not fuckin ready bro. you’re not ready. that’s why i have such confidence that they can beat socal.

y’all remember 2021 baylor right? yo that was a STACKED ASS TEAM. didi richards, dijonai carrington, nalyssa smith, queen egbo - and paige made the bubble her bitch. that sweet 16 rematch is definitely scary, but paige doesn’t like to make a habit of losing to the same team twice in a row (unless that team is south carolina). ohio state only beat us without paige. they’re not fuckin ready for this shit bro.

PORTLAND 4 - TEXAS FUCKING FIGHT BABY Y’ALLLLLLLLLLL TALK TO ME SO FUCKING NICE BRO. Y’ALL SEE THAT 1 SEED RIGHT?? Y’ALL SEE THAT SHIT TOO??? yeah stanny WIN YOUR CONFERENCE AND MAYBE YOU’D GET A 1 SEED TOO LMFAOOOOOOO

nah but real talk we just cannot stop making stanford our bitch

lemme brag on my school real quick: we had a team in the cfp, BACK TO BACK vball nattys, and both our teams in the ncaa tourn - and one of them is a 1 seed.

and because we’re just so good at making stanford our bitch? i’m not fuckin worried about a fuckin pine tree bro fuck outta here

that said, i’d keep my eyes on nc state and tennessee in this region, they’re bound to stir some shit up for sure

anyway, that’s it for now!!!! i’ll see y’all soon, and happy march 😈😈😈😈😈

#wbb #wcbb #ncaaw #ncaa march madness #ncaa women’s basketball #ncaa tournament #bracket #march madness #welcome to the madness 😈 #uconn wbb #texas wbb #south carolina wbb #ucla wbb #ask

[msmargaretmurry]

brady/quinn 17 :)

17 - things you said that i wish you hadn't

The hotel rooms in Worcester, Mass, are exactly what one would expect from a hotel room in Worcester, Mass: nondescript, nice enough, bland in that uninspired mid-size city kind of way. Brady’s is exactly the same as Quinn’s, down to the abstract artwork on the walls. Not all of the rooms have the same art — Quinn was in Josh’s room this morning and his was different, but he is pretty sure the prints hanging on Brady’s walls are exactly the same as the ones in his own. It would be stupid to think that means something, but he thinks it a little bit anyway.

“This is stupid,” Brady says. He’s lounging against the pillows stacked at the head of his bed, long skinny legs stretched out in front of him. His BU roommate is hanging out elsewhere, apparently, although he could return any minute. Quinn is sitting cross-legged further up the mattress. On the TV, some disaster movie they found while flipping channels is playing, just for something to watch. Quinn’s not quite following the plot, but it seems like there’s some sort of climate change apocalypse happening. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how weather works.”

“Yeah, because you know so much about weather,” Quinn says.

“I know some,” Brady protests. “I took earth science.”

“Yeah, in the ninth grade.”

Brady kicks him lightly. Quinn bats his foot away.

He kind of hates that they’re here. Not, like — obviously he’s glad to see Brady. He’s always glad to see Brady, any chance he gets. But tomorrow one of them has to end the other’s season, and Quinn hates that. He can’t not hope Brady plays well, can’t not hope Brady has success. But he wants that for himself, too, for his own team. They have such a great group of guys at Michigan this year. He’s not ready for their season to be over.

Quinn twists to look at Brady. “We can change the channel if you want.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Brady sits up, scoots up closer to Quinn. “How’s your shoulder?”

A very Brady thing to ask. Quinn complained once, mildly, about it getting jammed in that stupid overtime loss to Ohio a couple of weeks ago, and it’s perfectly fine now, but Quinn doesn’t stop Brady from setting his big, warm palm against the back of it.

“It’s okay,” Quinn says, closing his eyes as Brady digs his thumb into the joint. “Not sure it’s in your best interest to be trying to fix me right now.”

“Why, because we’re enemies tomorrow?” Quinn hums an affirmative. “That’s tomorrow. I’ll worry about it when you start blasting shots from the point.”

Quinn huffs a laugh. “Shut up. No hockey talk, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Brady’s hand moves to work a knot out of Quinn’s neck. That really is helpful. Northeastern did not go easy on the Wolverines earlier. “Talk to me about something else, then.”

For a moment, Quinn just sits there, enjoying the silence and the massage. Then, against his better judgment, he asks, “How’s your new girl?”

Maybe he imagines the way Brady’s fingers pause for a second. He believes it a little bit anyway.

“She’s good,” Brady says. He presses his thumb into the wing of Quinn’s shoulder blade through his t-shirt; Quinn slumps forward to give him better access. “Really good. We’re really good.”

“That’s good,” Quinn mumbles.

“Yeah.”

“So you think it’s serious?”

“Mmm.” The hum is noncommittal, but Quinn knows the answer is yes. “Have you ever, like. Just been with someone, and it’s just really easy to picture the future?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Brady drags his knuckle down the line of Quinn’s spine. “Really? Who?”

Quinn would roll his eyes if they were open. “You, obviously.”

This time Brady’s hand really does still, and this time the silence is much heavier.

“I wish you wouldn’t say that stuff,” he finally says. Quinn sighs and sits up straight; Brady’s hand falls from his back to the bed behind him.

“Sorry,” Quinn says, rolling his shoulders. “I mean, kind of. It’s true, though.”

“Yeah, but I don’t see the point in dwelling on it.”

“I’m not dwelling. I just said it’s true.” Very Brady to think that the fact can’t exist without weighing Quinn down. Like they didn’t come to a mature mutual decision about the whole thing. You can love someone and understand that trying to be together is a bad idea. Doesn’t mean Quinn should have to pretend the feelings aren’t there.

“I don’t see how you can talk about it without dwelling,” Brady mumbles, and scoots back to sit sulkily against the pillows again.

“Sorry,” Quinn says again. He is, a little. Mostly sorry if he’s ruined the evening. He touches Brady’s bony knee. “Do you want me to go?”

Brady heaves a sigh, but shakes his head. “Just watch this stupid movie with me.”

Onscreen, more bad weather is happening. People are running, screaming. Quinn sits quietly and watches, wondering if people ever really get over a first love.

After a few minutes, Brady tugs on the back of Quinn’s shirt. Without a word, Quinn scoots back to lean back against the pillows next to him. Brady wraps his arm around Quinn, and Quinn rests his head on Brady’s shoulder. The warmth of his body is horribly, perfectly familiar.

They stay like that until the credits roll. It would be stupid to think it means something, but Quinn thinks it a little bit anyway.

#ask #brady and quinn #hockey for ts #tackling these at the impressive rate of approximately one a week lmao

[quietlyimplode]

Black Widow Fest 2023 - Day Seven

Mirror, Mirror.

Warnings: dead dove. child abuse, child death (red room)

Word count: 2694

Pairing: nil. Natasha Centric.

A/N: truthfully, this has been a hard one to write but as it got going it got easier. Borne of beautiful artwork by @lightmotifs and a conversation about Natasha looking at herself in the mirror, spawned.. well, this. A five parter of times Natasha looked at herself in the mirror. So please heed the warnings. <3 (also this was supposed to be the last fic of the years bwf but I had to add in Kiss the Dread) As always your comments and support gives these fics life. <3

The scariest thing I had to encounter,

Wasn’t a ghost, or a scary monster.

It was the reflection, I saw as I looked in the mirror.

The moment I had to face,

All the dark parts, I tried hard to erase

Yet as I looked a bit closely, at the eyes staring back at me,

I realised they were still there,

Untouched and unfazed.

Waiting for the day to be let out of their cage.

- Reflection (S.S.W)

1/ Ohio

Touching the bruise softly, Natasha watches her face wince in the mirror. It doesn’t hurt, it stings, maybe that’s the sensation she’s feeling.

She’s old enough to know that she won’t be going to school tomorrow, because they ask questions about those sorts of of things.

Melina had promised to show her how to put make up on bruises, but she’d left in the hours of the morning with Yelena, leaving Natasha and Alexei together.

“Let me teach you something new,” he’d laughed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from her book.

“Don’t let the American language corrupt your mind.”

She’d tried to pull her wrist away, but he’d held on, and it was only when she trailed behind him, did she smell the vodka on his breath.

Whatever he had planned to show her, he wouldn’t remember, not being as drunk as what he was.

“Sambo is a man’s sport, but you will learn,” he’d said.

Natasha knows the bruise on her face isn’t the only visible one, but if she thought about what really hurt, her back would be top priority.

She takes her tshirt off to see if it has the same coloured hue as her eye. She takes the chair and puts it under the door so that Alexei does not wander in, and then twisting in the mirror, she catches a glance at her back.

It’s as she suspected, bruises mottling down her spine from where he’d picked her up and crashed her down.

His laugher had made her smile, even as she winced in hurt.

“Come on Natasha, show me how the Red Room girls defend themselves.”

She didn’t really know how to react, and so had thrown a half hearted punch, before he picked her up and threw her again.

Natasha wasn’t sure when it had turned, his laughter turned serious and she’d missed the cue for his anger. Suddenly, his attempt at playing, mutated and as she’d got up again, he pushed her down.

“I win,” he said conversationally.

She missed the warning in his voice as she stood back up.

Natasha tried not to cry when he open hand slapped her in the face, the sound shocking her more than the hit, and she’d stayed down.

He stood over her, grabbing the nearby bottle and taking a swig.

“I win,” he snarled, “I will always win.”

And then stalked off to find a corner to drink some more.

She’d only moved when she’d heard his loud snores coming from the bedroom, and had risen on shaking legs, making her way to the bathroom to assess the damage.

The mirror doesn’t lie, she thinks as she stares at herself, poking softly at the swelling, wishing quietly for a way to swap places with the mirror version of herself.

2/ Location Unknown. Russia.

They’re lined up like they always are, and take their places on the bar. The distance between them is measured and they’ve done this often enough to know exactly what to do.

Madam strikes her switch and the music starts.

Natasha follows the movement and lets her mind wander. It comes with such ease that she no longer even has to think about it.

Today feels different, but she can’t figure out why.

Madam, perhaps looks more strict, but she hasn’t said anything, hasn’t corrected anything, has let them follow the music without yelling or hitting them with switch to correct movement.

The longer it goes on, the more it feels wrong.

There’s no talking.

They breathe hard as training continues longer than it should.

She shares a glance with the other girls, and she knows everyone is feeling the strangeness.

Legs shaking they’re lined up again, and at last; Natasha thinks, they can go into the lunch hall and eat.

Except they don’t.

They’re sat, facing the mirror in the hall, and Natasha takes the opportunity to look at the other girls in the reflection.

Something she rarely does.

They all look as tired as she does.

They all look nervous at the change in routine.

Even those that know how to mask their faces, have shifting eyes and clenched fists.

She stares at herself, and takes her demeanour in, focusing first at relaxing her face, making her features become stoic and straight faced. Next she relaxes her shoulders, keeping her breathing even.

Her legs give nothing away, so she puts her hands flat on her knees and keeps her back straight.

No slouching.

Dreykov enters.

Immediately, her hands tighten on her knees but she sees it in the mirror.

Natasha knows now this is going to be a lesson.

And not a good one.

She stares stoically at the mirror.

Reasoning, that she can see everything in the room, and she can focus on herself.

It becomes more important when Anabelle is dragged in by her hair.

Natasha’s heart sinks.

They knew she was missing in the morning and had gossiped about her whereabouts. They’d concluded that she was in medical.

Because no one would be stupid enough to do what they assumed she had done.

As Dreykov starts to talk, Natasha’s heart sinks further.

She’d tried to escape.

They’d caught her at the border of the forest.

Glancing quickly at her, Anabelle seems to know her fate, her clothes ripped by what Natasha assumes is handiwork of Dreykov’s dogs.

She turns back to the mirror.

If she watches the mirror, she can make it seem like she’s watching an American movie.

She’s not here.

It’s not happening in front of her.

The mirror shows all the horrors, the monologue from a villain.

It’s just a movie, Natasha tells herself, nails digging into her knees.

Nails pieces her skin as the gunshot goes off.

She doesn’t want to look.

Dreykov’s voice is nothing in the back of her head as she watches the blood spread on the floor.

Staring stoically forward, she watches the others stand, numbly; she does the same.

She takes one last look in the mirror, and the scene of horror, and knows the truth that it holds.

3/ Location Unknown. America.

The interrogation room in Shield is simple.

Table.

Chairs.

Handcuffs holding her wrists on the table.

Two way mirror.

She wonders idly how many people sit behind that mirror, how many are evaluating her, if Clint Barton is watching too.

Maria Hill, the SIC of Shield, crosses her legs again and waits.

“We can make this more uncomfortable,” she states.

Natasha doesn’t doubt it.

“But Barton has assured us that you would cooperate, and abide by the rules of your surrender.”

Natasha nods.

Stares at the two way mirror.

“I will,” she speaks to it.

She has no interest in Maria, and is willing to talk, but there’s a certain anxiety that comes with divulging her country’s secrets.

If they find her, she’s dead, but she was already dead anyway.

She wishes she could see him through the mirror.

Instead, she just sees her own face, dead eyes staring back to her.

“Tell us about Bali, and your role in the assassination of American diplomat,” Maria repeats.

Natasha frowns.

“How do you know that was me?”

Maria bristles.

“Was it?”

Natasha doesn’t have enough information to know how much they know. If she lies, or tells less than they truth, and they know more than she tells them, there’s not telling what they’ll do.

It’s not a winnable game unless she answers their questions with more questions and gauge her response from that, she could perhaps play it that way.

It seems too hard though.

And she’ll let Clint down.

After all he went through to get her out.

She looks to the mirror again, and finds her eyes pleading.

Turning back to Maria and sighing, she uses the mirror as an anchor.

“No one ever assumes that the woman in a dress is a threat.”

The tiniest of smiles crosses Maria’s face, and it’s more like a softening of features than anything else.

“I passed him twice, once to slit his femoral artery and the second to make sure he’s dead.”

The clanking of the handcuffs make her brain short out alongside the anxiety, the fact that she’s in America, talking about missions, is tantamount to death.

Dreykov’s face appears in the mirror and her eyes go wide.

“He’s dead,” she says out loud, and the image fades.

Maria nods.

“Yes, he died, as you’ve stated.”

She’s thankful her fuck up isn’t noticed, despite the fact her heart is beating hard against her chest.

“Do you need a break?” Maria’s asks, the words kind, even if the delivery is not.

Natasha shakes her head, calming herself, as she grounds herself by looking back to the mirror.

If nothing else is real, at least she is.

She knows this by the way she raises her head and her mirror image copies the action.

The way she talks and the image opens and closes her mouth in time.

There’s no delay like in dreams.

Hours they continue, and she grows tired of the constant questions, the interrogation that occurs when her story doesn’t line up with her timelines of events.

It’s just, it’s how she remembers it’s happening.

It’s not like she has the mission reports in front of her.

She’s not even trying to hide lies in the truth anymore.

What would be the point?

They’ll either take her in and help protect her from the last standing Red Room members or they’ll kill her.

In the back of her mind, she doesn’t care about whatever way they go.

She’s dead either way, and being alive never seemed to help anyone.

“Tell me about Ohio,” Maria asks.

But it’s too much.

“No,” Natasha states, staring hard at her.

“No.”

“No.”

“We’ve been at this for hours, days, handcuffed, toileted like a child, made to wait, been asked the same questions, about the same missions over and over to see if my story varies. It doesn’t, and still you ask.”

Sick of the handcuffs, she slips out of them, and rubs her wrists, a familiar action that feels grounding in the moment, allowing her to continue her rant.

Her mouth speaks, her mind wanders.

They know about Ohio.

They might know about Yelena.

“Either kill me or agree to the terms of my defection.”

She stares at the mirror.

“I don’t care,” she finishes, “I don’t care.”

Despondent eyes look back to her as she hastens a glance.

The door opens and Clint strides in.

There’s a sense of dread and relief simultaneously.

“You’re the one they send to kill me?”

He stands next to her, argues, for her, not against her.

He tells Maria off for keeping her in cuffs, for not bringing in food or water and keeping Natasha in longer than she should.

He sighs and she hastens a look up to the mirror finding their images standing together.

Maybe shes not alone in this.

4/ The Avengers Tower, New York.

The mirrors in the lift are usually easily ignored.

Sometimes she’ll even take the stairs.

This time Natasha looks forward to it.

She wants to see how she looks, wants to see how feral she is.

Blood in her hairline, bruises on her face, she smiles at herself.

For once she feels like the outside matches the inside.

The doors close and it ascends upwards without her having to press a button, and she can’t stop looking at herself.

She did good.

Her body, her mind, her training, for once, paid off.

She got Tony out, and he’s safe because of her.

Getting closer to the mirror, she eyes the way her hair is unkempt, flyaway bits adorn her face, almost lining it, even though it’s all tied up in a tight bun. Not red, but brown this week. Clint had commented and pouted that he missed her hair, Steve reported that he was going to go blonde and Tony called her chameleon. She likes her brown hair, so different to her natural colour.

Next, she looks at her eyes.

Green watches her.

The speckled brown seemingly more, when contrasted with her brown hair.

She likes the way her pupils are wide as she changes her expression with the move of an eyebrow.

Natasha used to do this in the Red Room, practice facial expressions so she could school her face, remember how to look angry, sad, happy.

She touches the scar on her lip softly.

No make up.

She didn’t need it for the fight she fought.

Pale skin, blemish on her chin.

The bruises from the fight coming through slowly.

Since when did she stop wearing makeup daily just to hide who she was? She thinks it’s been months. Only wearing it when needed, when meeting with higher ups.

Here though; she doesn’t need it.

She’s Natasha. Not made up, not fake.

She touches her lips again, swollen, cut.

Pushes it into a smile, a frown, playing with pushing them in and out, watching how the cut expands and shrinks depending on her how she curls it.

The elevator stops, the doors don’t open.

Turning and glancing at doors, she realises Jarvis has recognised she’s entranced.

They’d call it vanity, she’d call it a luxury.

“Thanks,” she whispers, and turns her attention back to herself.

Eyebrows, up and down.

Frown, practicing facial expressions; she feels like a marionette.

Eyes big, eyes small. Sad. Happy.

It’s what it looks like on other people anyway.

She can fake any emotion.

She can pretend.

She’s been doing it all her life.

It doesn’t take much practice.

Being unmasked does.

Years of it.

Sometimes she feels like she’ll never be able to fully unmask and be herself.

Natasha knows the lengths she’s gone to, to hide who she is. Being vulnerable is too hard, rarely worth it.

The select few that know her know her like this, feral, unkempt, truthful.

The more she stares, the more she likes this version of herself.

“Thanks,” she tells empty space around her, “we can go now.”

The elevator starts, and delivers her to the floor with her room.

Natasha takes one last look at herself, smiles, and leaves.

5/ Norway

Natasha feels the artificial lighting; her head hurting due to the lack of sleep and constant vigilance.

The phone, now sans the SIM card, sits on the sink, and she stares heavily, taking in every part of her.

So tired of running, missing the stability she’s had.

Weak, she calls herself.

How could she forget the trials and lessons of her childhood?

She should have known that it would inevitably fall apart.

It was always going to end like this, with her alone, and being tracked by people she once considered allies.

“Once a traitor, always a traitor,” Rumlow had once whispered in her ear, and she’d tried to not take it to heart.

The thing is, she’d always known, she only needed to stay true to herself.

Her own morals.

She’d once told Clint that that only person she could trust was herself.

He’s told her that he wished she’d change her mind on that.

Perhaps for a time she did.

Maybe at the tower; maybe for that short period of her life where Tony showed her tech, Steve showed her how to draw and Bruce taught her how to cook. Times that seemed much simpler.

Now.

That’s gone.

The only person you can trust is yourself, she scalds herself, frowning in the mirror.

The mirror doesn’t lie.

The mirror holds truth.

Reaching out for herself she touches it gently.

She is real and not alone.

She has herself, and she knows the power of that.

.

#bwfest2023 #natasha romanoff #black widow #my fic #heed warnings #black widow fic #Natasha Romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fic #red room #Natasha Romanoff x #clint barton #black widow movie #alexei shotstakov #the avengers

[mirkwoodshewolf]

I’m the cool aunt; Yelena Belova x child reader

*Author’s note*

This took me a bit due to work and life schedule but I finally came around and decided to do this sweet little request for @zinziekusworld​ who wanted a Yelena Belova x child reader.  Now this is my first time writing for Yelena so I HOPE I did her justice cause really she’s like my FAV female heroine character next to Wanda and Natasha.

Not really any warnings what so ever except maybe a couple of swear words but really this is a FLUFFY FIC where Nat is ALIVE and she is HAPPY as is Yelena continuing saving the other Widows. Enjoy my lovelies until the next oneshot comes out. 

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@queensdivas​

@queen-paladin​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@austynparksandpizza​

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd​

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Today was a special day.  According to mama, she told me that I would be meeting my Aunt for the first time today since she was here in Ohio and right now I was making a special card for her since this will be the first time meeting her.

“Whatcha doin (Y/n)?” asked my bestest friend in the whole world, Michelle.

“I’m making a card for my auntie. I’m going to be meeting her for the first time today.”

“Wow really, that’s great!” she exclaimed.

“Your aunt’s coming over?” asked my other bestest friend Cera asked.  “That’s not good.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her as I paused my coloring.

“Aunts are nothing but trouble.” She said.  “Whenever my aunt comes over, she always pinches and squeezes my cheeks so hard they’re end up red for a really long time.”

“She’s right. When my aunt comes over, I get covered in her old, nasty aunt spit when she kisses me.” Our other friend Tyler came over to say.

“I don’t think so guys. When my aunt comes over, she brings me presents from all the places she’s been to.” Michelle said.

“Well that’s only one cool aunt that I know of. I heard from Cory that his aunt only gives out mints and toothbrushes for Halloween.” Tyler said.

“And Shanice’s aunt only screams and yells. Trust me, she lives in my neighborhood and when he aunt comes over, everybody knows she’s there.” Cera said.

“Do—do you really think my aunt will be any of those things?”

“Trust me (Y/n), it’s better you don’t get your hopes up. Like I said, aunts are nothing but trouble.” Cera said before walking off with Tyler behind her.

“Don’t listen to her, sometimes Cera doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“But then sometimes she does. Remember when she told Derek not to climb up the fence above the batter’s box but he did it anyway.”

“Well Derek’s a jerk and doesn’t listen to anyone.”

“Yeah but remember he ended up screaming his head off and said that she was right. And he never admits to being wrong.”

“Still I wouldn’t let it bother you, I hope you and your aunt get to be good friends with each other. Just like me and my aunt.” She then ran off leaving me to my desk alone looking down at my card nervously.

I was now walking with the rest of the Blue walkers heading away from the school and to our crosswalk that would lead us to the library across the street where all the parents were waiting for us.

The crossing guard soon stepped forward and held up the stop sign as well as held out her hands to get the cards to stop and allow us to walk across the street.  I waved by to Michelle who was picked up by her older sister and I proceeded to walk the rest of the way home (mom made sure that our neighborhood was the safest one in the whole town. Yes she’s the neighborhood watch Captain in case you’re wondering).

It only took a few minutes from the library to arrive at my house. It’s like your basic house, 2 levels, a good backyard, a built-in playground and a good enough space to put up the pool during the summer time.  I punched in the code to unlock the door and I heard the click telling me it was correct then I opened the door.

“Mama I’m home from school!” I called out but there was no response.  I walked further into the house and called out again, “Mom?”

“She ran to the store to get some mac and cheese.” Quickly thinking I took off my shoe and tossed toward the voice but a hand caught it, and peeking out from behind her hand she sung out. “Hi.”

She was fairly young, younger than my mom, had blonde hair and wore a brown jacket, a yellow shirt and black jeans.  Rings decorated her fingers and she had greenish, blue eyes.

“Quick reflexes. Reminds me at that age.” She said as she tossed my shoe to the couch.  “Either she taught you how to do that or you’re just naturally gifted.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Yelena. I’m an old friend of you mom’s. Old, old friend. And before you make any old people’s joke, I’m not that old!” going by the Russian accent alone, maybe she was one of the former widows my mom helped save long before she adopted me.

“Were you one of the widows?” she looked down solemnly.

“I don’t do that anymore. But yes. We—we knew each other back then. Hell even longer than that you could say.” I looked her up and down and asked.

“How did you get into our house? It’s a secret lock only mom and I know.”

“I was a former widow, breaking into homes was kinda my specialty. Not proud of it but still it’s a skill set. And your mama is too predictable even when she thinks she isn’t.” Yelena said as she sat down at the dinner table, her feet crossed over one another and resting up against the table.

“And I’m supposed to just—believe you?”

“Good reflexes and smart. I like that you’re a good kid.” She said with a slight smile.  “Look you can choose to believe me or not the point is you’ll be needing someone to look after you till your mom comes back so—why not?”

“And when my mom does come back and sees you, will she just accept that?”

“Oh she’s definitely cool with that. Like I said, we practically grew up together. So kiddo, what would you like to do first? You into games? Cause I’ve been trying out that uhh—what do they call it uhh—Mario kart? Yeah, yeah and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Kate Bishop still hasn’t forgiven me for beating her when she played that dinosaur guy.”

“You mean Yoshi?”

“That’s its name? Yeesh terrible name for a dinosaur.”

“Yoshi’s a great character!”

“Well if you wish to prove me wrong, how about we play for it?” she said pulling out Super Mario kart.  I went over and turned on the Nintendo and then grabbed the two switches consoles and handed her the blue one.  “Give me the red one.” She said.

“But I always use the red one.”

“But I am the guest/babysitter so you have to do what I say, less I tattle-tale you to your mom.” I grumbled and handed her the red Nintendo switch console and she did a soft cheer while I got the blue one.  “Okay so you be that Yoshi lame dino and I’ll be the main guy Mario.”

“Fine with me. And we’ll do my favorite track, Ghost valley.”

“Ooo spooky. You sure you won’t get too scared?” she teased me.

“Will you?” she laughed.

“Smart, quick reflexes and sassy. I’m really liking you kid.” I started up the course and when the countdown began we both made our characters go as fast as they could.

Every twist and turn we made and trying to surpass the other, of course she had to cheat by first covering nudging my side and then tried to make me drop my switch, in the end Yelena won the first round.

“That’s not fair you cheated.”

“No, no it was the ghosts. We were in a haunted valley after all, you know ghosts can pop out of the screens and screw with you. Like this one movie I saw that I may show you.”

“I doubt it. My mom doesn’t allow me to watch scary movies, even though I saw JAWS like a hundred times.”

“The shark movie? Please that’s not scary.”

“It is if you don’t know what lurks in the ocean. Have you seen the way sharks blend with the water?”

“Okay I’ll give you that. But if it were up to me, I’d let you watch scary movies.”

“That’s—wait you’re diverting the conversation of the fact you cheated!”

“Okay so that was a lie, I did cheat. But why not make it two out of three?”

“How about we raise the stakes?” I challenged.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Well tonight is vegetable night, loser has to eat a double serving of broccoli and asparagus.”

“Eww oh what has your mother done to you? But you’re on kid!” we shook on it and restarted the race to which I won the second round and she won the third.

It was down to the wire with this last race.  Two more turns would decide who would win and who would have to suffer the defeat of double helpings of the disgusting broccoli and asparagus.

“I’m home! (Y/n)?”

“In here mom!” I exclaimed leaning further inward as I shoved Yelena’s leg.

“Hey you little stinker that’s cheating!”

“Like how you tickled me to win the last round!?” I mocked.

“What’s going on here?” I heard mom say.

“Can’t talk Natasha. One more turn and I beat the kid in ghost racing.” Yelena said.

“In your dreams, take this!” I knocked into Mario’s kart which gave me a lead start.

“You little—alright then if it’s dirty you want, it’s dirty you’ll get.” She then suddenly got a power boost and turned on the oil slick trying to get me to slow down and spin out of control.  Unfortunately for her I knew this trick (mom does it to me all the time) so I went up along the walls and sped forward.

“Ahh no way!” she exclaimed as I got in front of her.

“How long have you guys been playing this game?” mom asked us.

“I don’t know what time is it now?” Yelena asked.

“Yes I win!” I stood up and cheered as I was claimed the winner and Yoshi did his little victory dance.

“Noooo!!!!” Yelena cried out as she collapsed along the couch. I copied Yoshi’s dance before turning towards her.

“Told you Yoshi was the best!”

“Well I’m glad to see you’ve been bonding with your aunt while I was shopping.”

Wait what?  I looked at my mom in shock and she nodded.  I turned back to my babysitter who removed the pillow from her face and she once again sung.

“Hi~!”

“You’re my aunt?” I asked.

“Yep.” She said popping the p.

“Wait you didn’t tell her?” mom asked.

“She didn’t ask me if I was her aunt. Plus I thought you told her I was coming.”

“I did.” Mom exclaimed.

“So what did you just—never show a picture of me or something?”

“Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on time out!” I said making the time out sign with my hands.  “If you’re my aunt, then—you’re really fun after all?”

“Who said I wasn’t fun?” she gawked offendedly.

“Well, one of my friends said that aunts are nothing but trouble and are boring, sometimes cranky or always screaming.” Yelena’s mouth dropped and she said.

“I never do anything like that. Plus I am not boring I’m way to talented than that. Did we not just have fun playing the Mario kart game just now?”

“Yeah. But you still lost so that does make you slow.” I laughed.

“Oh yeah?” she suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into her lap as she proceeded to tickle me.  I shrieked and laughed as she taunted me. “Am I slow still? Huh?”

“Stohahap! STOP IHIHIHIHT!!!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you, I think my old ears might be in the fritz.”

“Alright Yelena that’s enough let her breathe.” My aunt stopped tickling me.

“Not only a poser but you’re a party pooper as well.” She muttered to my mom.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She said louder before looking down at me and winked which made me giggle softly.  “I’m the fun aunt. And that’s what I want to be for you kid. What do you say?”

“I say my bestest friend Michelle was right. Aunts can be fun.”

“Of course, I’m fun, cool, and a total badass.”

“Please don’t swear in front of her Yelena. I’m trying to not teach her bad habits.” Mom said as she began to unpack some of the groceries.

“More like trying to not get me to swear so that uncle Steve doesn’t faint again.” I whispered to her which made her laugh.

“So are any of you gonna help me unpack the groceries or do I have to do everything myself?” mom asked.  I bounced off the couch and trotted over to help her put away some of the lighter stuff while aunt Yelena said she would ‘supervise’ (which basically meant taking a soda and drinking it while mom and I did all the work).

When dinner came around the corner (as promised) I gave my aunt Yelena my broccoli and asparagus to which she whined.

“I thought kids were supposed to forget about bets like that?”

“Not this kid. Now eat up aunt Yelena, it’s good for you mom says so, don’t you mom?”

“Yes indeed. As did our adoptive parents, come on Yelena, you got out of it when you were a kid but you’re not getting out of eating your veggies now.” Mom taunted her.

“Suka.” Yelena muttered under her breath.

“Language.”

“Hey mom can you pass the hot sauce?” I asked.  She reached over for the hot sauce and handed it to me.

“You do hot sauce with your mac and cheese too?” aunt Yelena asked me.

“Oh yeah, I love hot sauce.”

“Respect kid.” She held out her fist and I gave her a fist bump back.  “Maybe I should take you with me and raise you as my daughter. We got like sooo much in common.”

“Like I’d let that happen.” Mom piped in.

“Kidding. You know I wouldn’t do that to you Natasha.” She said before hiding her lips but mouthed off to me before lightly gesturing. ‘You and me, out by morning.’ She gave me another wink before she went back to her broccoli.  “In fact kid give me the hot sauce now, feels like the only thing that can help with this torture. And I’ve been through a lot of torture.”

“No need to scar my daughter for life about your missions and assignments.”

“I don’t know, maybe might have an exciting story to tell her of the places I’ve been, the people I’ve met. What do you say kiddo?”

“I’d like to hear about it. Michelle’s aunt tells her about her trips around the world.”

“Fine but I’m gonna be monitoring the rating of these stories.” Mom said.

“Mom! I’m not 3 years old anymore!” I complained.

“Doesn’t matter how old you get, you’ll always be my little girl. And if I don’t want you exposed to certain things until you’re a certain age, then that’s one of your house rules.”

“Lighten up Natasha, I promise I’ll keep it G rated.” She gave me another wink telling me she’d fill me in on more details after bedtime.

It’s official, I have the coolest aunt in the world and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff #mom!natasha #natasha x reader #black widow #black widow imagine #black widow imagines #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova imagines #yelena belova fanfic #yelena belova fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fanfiction #mcu oneshot #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfic #marval fandom #marvel fanfiction #mama black widow #natasha romanoff x child reader #natasha fluff #yelena fluff #yelena belova mcu #yelena belova fluff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagines

[warmglowofsurvival]

RS: The last time you played in the UK, we made a video piece where we asked your fans waiting in line about what the band has meant to them. So, as we wrap up this retrospective conversation, let’s finish on that same question – what does Twenty One Pilots mean to you?

JOSH: Well, it’s changed my life. I remember very early on, maybe even before Tyler and I played music together, having a conversation about music and what it is and what it means. Throughout the course of our lives, we’ve both experienced the journeys of what the human brain can do to you. It’s not always an easy road every day. I think Tyler and I both really took a lot from music to help with that, and having a conversation where we said ‘man, if we could make and put out music that helped one person through life, dealing with difficult times, that would feel worth it’. And it’s gone beyond that. 12 years into being a band, there’s a line of people outside of the shows. Seeing and noticing and not taking that for granted, and hearing stories of how it has impacted people positively, that’s what Twenty One Pilots is to me.

TYLER: It’s hard to make your dreams come true. But it’s not as far away as some people think. I think that what Twenty One Pilots has taught me and what it means to me is that when you are passionate about what you do, and you try to pair that with a confidence that what you’re doing is good, that goes so much further than actually having all the talent in the world or all the connections in the world or all the knowledge – all these things that get in the way of feeling like you can go do it. I remember when I first thought ‘I want to write songs, I want to play shows’, I’d be rubbing shoulders with people even in a local scene in Columbus, Ohio that knew so much more than me about gear and about songwriting, who were better at their instrument, knew more people in the industry, had more connections. It was this moment where I felt like I just wanted to quit. There’s no way I could catch up, I gotta learn all this, I got to meet all these people. Something in us said ‘No, you don’t need to figure all that out, just keep going’. Now I look around at something I want to do or understand or create or become and because of Twenty One Pilots, I now realise all of those walls that are in between me and becoming that thing, they’re just made of nothing. But you can still see them, and you feel like you can’t break through that wall. But really, you’ve got to just casually walk through them. It’s not that far away. I don’t know if that makes sense. But I’ve seen it in other ways. Now that I’m a dad, wanting to instil a passion or a purpose in a small child. What are they like? What do they want to become? What are they going to dream up to be? And not only just for me, but for them to see the story of Twenty One Pilots is something that should encourage them that yes, you can do that. I guess not to be too dramatic about it, but there’s no reason on paper why this should have worked. If you’re writing down on paper all the reasons why you think your dreams aren’t going to exist, then you’re looking at the wrong thing, because that’s actually not as big of a hurdle to clear.

#twenty one pilots #twentyonepilots #josh dun #joshua dun #tyler joseph #rock sound #rock sound 25 #rock sound 304 #interview #excerpt #text

[motownfiction]

lacrosse

Every Wednesday night, Daniel picks Rosemary up from rehearsals for the play. She’s not in the play, of course. She has just enough of her father’s cool gene to know that being in a high school musical is lame as hell, unless it’s Disney’s High School Musical. But she did end up in a drama elective at school this year, and part of her grade is working backstage for the school’s production of Grease.

“At least the music is good,” she said on the way home after the first rehearsal. “And I don’t think you can get sick of it, either.”

They’re three weeks into rehearsals now, and Rosemary still hasn’t reported being annoyed by any of the songs. Instead, all she does is talk about Tommy, the boy playing Eugene, AKA the school’s biggest nerd. Apparently, he got the part because life imitates reality.

Rosemary tells him everything she can about Tommy on those rides home from the school gym. The whole time, Daniel doesn’t say much. He just nods where he feels it’s appropriate. She probably doesn’t think he’s paying attention. Maybe she even thinks he’s one of those fathers who wakes up one day in complete denial that his daughter might have romantic interests. Neither of those things would be true. It’s just that he loves listening to his daughter say whatever she needs to say. He loves hearing the details she chooses to include. It’s a fascinating thing, he thinks, to discover what your children admire as they become adults. You wonder how much of it is because of you. You wonder what they’re avoiding because of you, too.

But of course Daniel listens to Rosemary. He doesn’t just listen, either. He remembers. He remembers that Tommy still plays with Legos despite being seventeen years old, that he was born in Ohio but moved to Michigan when he was two, that his dad played lacrosse in high school and was devastated when Tommy turned out to have all the coordination of a fish on a bicycle, that his mom grew up in La Crosse, Wisconsin, which was how his parents broke the ice when they first met. It’s very sweet, what she knows. She’s a good listener who knows how to love. She gets that from Sadie.

“Sounds like you really like this kid,” Daniel says.

Rosemary’s eyes go wide. Yep. Must not have known her dad was paying attention.

“I think I do,” she says. “But I don’t want to go overboard.”

“Going overboard is in your blood. You’ve met your mom. You remember your Uncle Sam. And I don’t think I have to talk to you about Charlie.”

Rosemary snorts.

“Please don’t,” she says.

“I think it’s good you like somebody,” Daniel says. “Gives you something fun to think about, doesn’t it?”

Rosemary sinks into the passenger seat and twirls a long strand of hair on her index finger.

“I guess,” she says. “It’s also torture. I don’t think Tommy knows that a girl could like him. I don’t think he knows that’s an option.”

Daniel nods. Tommy isn’t a thing like he was back in high school, but somehow, Daniel feels like he understands him, anyway. When you don’t believe you’re worthy of someone’s affections, you refuse to see them, even when they’re clear. But Daniel’s not letting Rosemary go down without a fight.

“Ask your mom more about how she and I finally got together,” he says.

Rosemary laughs, just a little.

“I’ve heard that story a million times,” she says. “What could I possibly still have to learn from it, you know? At this point?”

But Daniel shrugs. For once, he knows exactly what he’s talking about.

“Ask your mom,” he says again. “Ask her to tell the story differently.”

He watches the wheels turn in Rosemary’s eyes – the eyes she got from him, the eyes he’ll always be proud of – and he’s pretty sure he’s doing a good thing.

(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day 3!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: daniel deluca #ch: rosemary deluca #year: 2012

[daenerysoftarth]

More American gun violence diaries

If y’all don’t know, my mom is a public school teacher. She worked at the most impoverished school in our state, Kentucky, which is already one of the most impoverished states in the US. Looking back, I’m really thankful that my mom worked there for a big chunk of my childhood, as it exposed me to a lot of the complex racial and economic realities of living in a former slave state in a highly segregated city.

(Like it’s funny. We’re from Louisville Kentucky, which if you don’t know, is where Muhammad Ali was born and raised. He was basically the best boxer of all time and won many medals and championships and everything because of his athletic skill. He was That Bitch when it came to boxing. He was also a civil rights activist during his time, and I think refused to be drafted into the Vietnam War on account of segregation in america. He’s also one of the only famous people from Louisville, so the city government likes to honor him a lot. We have a lot of streets named after him, a center downtown in his honor, bunch of murals, etc. I think they’re renaming our airport after him. However, it’s also said that he threw his Olympic medal into the Ohio after being refused service into a restaurant because he was Black. He was a good figure who encapsulated the contrasting virtues and vices of my hometown.)

Anyways. I remember. Being in middle school and getting text message alerts from JCPS (our public school systems) about multiple shootings at various schools, and SWAT being dispatched. They said the general neighborhood that they were going to, but they didn’t mention the specific school. Anyways. I’ll never forget calling my mom over and over and over and over and over, crying my heart out, because I wasn’t sure if she had been shot. And that happened multiple times.

#my mom also had to hide her entire class of kindergarteners from someone w a knife in her school once #people don’t know how bad it is here #my posts

[gleefrankenfic]

Frankenfic 2022: "Stage Fright" Summary: In their latest scheme to fundraise for Regionals, The New Directions decide to host the spookiest haunted house that Lima, Ohio has ever seen. But when strange things start happening on the set of their haunted house, it may be the spooksters themselves who get the biggest fright.

Chapter 3 By Jeanne (@kuiinncedes) 

 “Shit,” Santana hissed, jumping away from the wall slightly. “Ugh, these plaque things always creep me out.” She turned away while Kurt leaned in closer, a slight shudder running up his spine; there was something… off about the photo of the old glee club director. 

“Does… does the plaque look different to you?” He didn’t remember Mrs. Adler’s gaze being so… direct. Piercing, even through the haze and blurriness of the old photo. Like her eyes were actually making contact with his. 

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Santana turned halfway back with a raised eyebrow. “It’s a plaque. Do you need to get your eyes checked, Hummel? Maybe that would explain why they’re always so inexplicably attached to a certain someone.”

Kurt rolled his eyes that did not need to be checked, and followed Santana away as she continued to tease, “Maybe you have magnets inhibiting your vision that need to be removed. Must be hard never being able to look away.”

“Takes one to know one,” Kurt said, a grin tugging at his mouth.

“We’re going back to the sheet,” Santana said firmly, not acknowledging his comment and walking slightly faster away. 

There wasn’t a long distance to go, though, and especially not when they saw what they were looking for and slowed down, staring in confusion at the fake bed in the air that they most definitely had not finished, and no sign of anyone around who might have done it.

“Did Rachel…?” Kurt started, realizing Rachel had not been with them on the way over. Had she gone ahead to finish the bed? It didn’t seem like she would, with all the strict and unforgiving delegating she’d been doing for the haunted house for weeks, but…

He trailed off just as he heard Rachel’s voice from the stage again, and he and Santana turned to see her with Finn on a spotless, glass-free stage. Rachel looked a mix of slightly annoyed and mostly pleased, and Finn just confused. When they walked over, he said with wide eyes, “Someone cleaned it up. I didn’t do anything. And I don’t think anyone else has been on the stage.”

“Didn’t I tell you guys to go back to the sheet?” Rachel interrupted.

Kurt and Santana glanced at each other, and Kurt said hesitantly, “It’s… done, but—”

“The sheet’s done? Perfect! Amazing job, guys, everything’s going great! We had some hiccups, but we’re on schedule.”

Santana scoffed. “No, Berry, listen—something’s going on here—” 

“Kurt, you can go to Home Depot instead. I’ll send you what we need.”

“I thought you—for fuck’s sake,” Kurt muttered, giving up on the objection and heading out to the lobby. “Good luck, Santana.”

He twirled his keys in his hand as he approached the doors, somewhat looking forward to getting away from Rachel for a bit and possibly seeing Blaine, maybe getting some time alone with him for the first time in a while. Kurt wanted to talk to him about it, just to make sure that Blaine knew he could tell him anything, and that Kurt would give him space if he needed it, even though every day that went by without talking to Blaine made him feel just a bit more like he was dying inside.

Kurt pushed on the heavy doors, but nothing happened. 

“Push harder, Hummel!” Santana called from the stage.

“Goddammit, Santana—” he said, fully leaning his body weight into the door while facing the stage. She gave him a smirk and disappeared backstage, where Kurt assumed everyone else had gone as well.

“Well thanks for the help!” He rolled his eyes and went back to pushing the door, but it didn’t budge.

“Wait, Kurt!” A familiar voice said from the other side.

“What—Blaine?”

“And Brittany!”

“Oh, hi Britt… why are you guys—can you open the door?”

“I think they’re stuck,” Blaine replied, almost sounding guilty, if Kurt knew Blaine’s voice as well as he liked to think he did (knew Blaine as well as he thought he did). “I thought I propped them open when I left, but I turned back and they were closed. I can’t pull them open either.”

Kurt pressed his lips together. “Wonderful. Love that for us.”

“I’m going to go see if the Woman can help!” Brittany’s voice chirped.

A silence followed, with Kurt simply trying to make sense of her words in his head.

“She’s gone,” Blaine said, sounding slightly exasperated.

“The Woman?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know—she just showed up with a soap dispenser and talking about the Woman and bubble babies or something, sorry, let me see if she can help us get the door open, though, maybe if we all work together—”

“Blaine, it’s fine, just—” Kurt was suddenly plunged into darkness, the tell-tale thud of the stage lights turning off echoing through the auditorium. “Um—who turned off the lights?” he yelled, irritated, in the general direction of the stage.

No one answered. 

“Hello? Santana? Rachel? Finn?” There was just silence except for the quickening of Kurt’s heartbeat in his own ears.

He pulled out his phone for a flashlight, but it wouldn’t turn on. Of course, he thought. 

“Everything okay?” Blaine asked. 

“Well, if you count the lights going off, no one responding to me, my phone being dead even though I swear it was at like at least fifty percent—among other things—as okay, then yeah, everything’s perfect.” 

In a way, he was kind of alone with Blaine now—which is what you wanted, Kurt’s brain unhelpfully supplied. The thought didn’t do much to calm his rapid pulse.

“You’ve gotta stop charging it every night, I’ve told you—” Blaine’s familiar teasing response lifted Kurt’s spirits for a moment before they sank right back down when he said, “Oh—wait, mine’s dead, too. That’s… weird.”

Kurt bit his lip and fought the urge to throw his head back and his arms in the air, maybe falling to his knees on the ground and shaking his hands to the sky, bellowing, “Whyyyy?”

“Maybe they’re… practicing?” Blaine suggested weakly. It was true that part of the haunted house plan was to cut the lights for a period of time, but Kurt didn’t see how it was at all helpful to test it right now. And he didn’t see why they wouldn’t tell him anything. And it didn’t answer the question of what was up with their phones.

He told Blaine as much. “Well… guess we’ll wait for a little bit and see what happens.” He sighed. 

The darkness was the all-encompassing, unforgiving kind that seemed to swallow any and every sound, seemed to shrink the space around him, seemed to go on forever like an ocean he was drowning in.

“Hey, Kurt…” Blaine’s voice was hesitant and a little nervous, but Kurt still latched onto it in the growing dark and quiet, “if nothing’s, like, horribly wrong, I guess… I just, uh, wanted to ask you…”

A wave of light from the stage filled the room as suddenly as the darkness had before, and Kurt yelped in surprise, squinting and shielding his eyes against the brightness.

Author’s Note: thank youuu to esp for beta-inggg <3333 and for organizing this :D tbh i have not rly written in Forever so this was a bit of a struggle lmfao but it was very fun lol tysm for reading <33

#frankenfic #gleefrankenfic 2022 #glee halloween

[12nb34]

📆 06 Jun 2023 📰 Ohio resident sought by scientists may have had ‘cryptic’ COVID strain for 2 years ✍️ Jamie Ostroff 🗞️ The Hill

As the virus evolved into different variants, like Delta and Omicron, sequencing its genetic material helped identify which strains were more prevalent in different areas. That’s when Johnson discovered what he calls “cryptic” strains, or “cryptics.”

“(Cryptics) have certain patterns; there are certain mutations that they regularly accumulate that are not in a circulating lineage,” Johnson said.

Johnson found that these unique versions of the virus would linger in one wastewater system for a period of time and suddenly disappear. At first, he could not understand why these mutated sequences weren’t spreading, even in densely populated areas like New York City.

“I thought it was coming from the rats, simply because I couldn’t think of anything else that…had enough mass in the sewer shed that wouldn’t move around,” Johnson said. “We’ve tested more rat feces than I care to remember.”

The rat fecal tests were negative.

As sequencing became more common in sewer systems across the United States, Johnson started looking at publicly available data. A cryptic in Wisconsin led to Johnson’s next discovery: these sequences might be linked to just one person.

“We started tracking it,” Johnson said. “So, we started from the main treatment plant of over 100,000 people, and sort of like checked all the lines. And all of them, only one of the lines had the lineage. And so we would just keep going, checking… all of the pieces of the web, figuring out, following it up, up the line until we got to a single manhole. That manhole actually only got waste from one place, which was a company (that) had about 30 employees.”

Johnson said the trail went cold after two-thirds of the employees at the Wisconsin company agreed to be tested for COVID with nasal swabs, and all of the tests came back negative. While he and his colleagues spent months studying the cryptic strain and gaining approval to collect stool samples from the employees, the strain vanished.

“We don’t know why,” Johnson said. “Either they left the job, or got better, or is in remission – we don’t know. But we’re still monitoring it. And we’ve actually now gotten started collecting stool samples from the company.”

This spring, Johnson found another cryptic in Columbus’s sewer shed. He said the same sequence appeared in Washington Court House and has a lineage that pre-dates the Delta variant, the strain most prevalent in the summer of 2021.

Johnson believes this indicates that someone has been carrying and shedding the COVID virus for more than two years. He went as far as to predict that this person lives in Columbus and commutes to Washington Court House for work.

“I just know that they regularly shed into both sewer sheds often on the same day,” Johnson said.

The researcher hopes that by sharing this story, that person will come forward to help him answer a lot of important questions.

[jamieanovels]

find the word tag!

tagged by the wonderful @mjjune <3

my words: slight, fear, jump, cross, toes

your words: nerves, shot, steady, fragile, curve

soft tagging: @bebewrites @muddshadow @isabellebissonrouthier @orphicpoieses & anyone else who would like to do this !!

all excerpts from tea cow

Slight

“We were going to sleep soon,” Ruby assured him, face finally smoothing out. She crawled out of bed to usher her father out the door, only pausing so he could hand something to her—and then, after a slight pause, a second thing. 

Fear

Ruby glanced at Mason, stricken, and he smiled humorlessly. “I told you Luke hates my guts. Always has, probably always will.” 

“I thought that was just because he’s an asshole.” 

“Luke Zhao takes after his mother, I fear,” Garrett said.

Jump

He’d meant it to be raw: the kind of music that made you jump out of your seat and check your earphones. 

Now, he couldn’t help but laugh. It was mostly just a rush of air from his nose, but it made him cough, and as he doubled over Ruby seemed to take this as permission to let out a cackle that scared him half as bad as “She Walks” had. She must have felt him jolt because her head swiveled over to him, caught whatever expression he had on his face, and immediately dissolved into a wheezing fit that just made things worse.

Cross

“Most people don’t. I guess I never realized how strange it was until I left. My mum abandoned us when I was small—just disappeared off the face of the planet. Didn’t even leave a note. We were here in…um…Ohio, I think? I don’t remember it, apart from this like, bright pink plastic flamingo in the yard. It was her house. My dad took me, left it, and flew us back to his hometown. Marsley Cross, London. He opened a bookshop and we lived there together—him downstairs, me upstairs.”

Toes

“They’re custom,” the man told her, putting his feet up on the table. They were bare, apart from the silver rings around his toes. “Colored leather. I emboss them myself, so you’ve got a lot of wiggle room. I’ve done letters, designs, all of it. Just ask.” 

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[crows-and-cookies]

List of very Ohio things, from a person who got out

-I remember my friend not in Ohio was complaining about having to move a couch to goodwill to get rid of it and I said ‘why? Just burn it, it’ll be a good Saturday night’ and the other guy there who went to college in Ohio pulled me aside and was like ‘yo you’re right but they don’t do that anywhere but rural Ohio’. Absurd to me, because if there’s a bit of weed in the couch cushions it makes for even more fun

-I had a job once that part of it was that we all willingly touched an electrical fence to make sure it was on, daily

-The county I went to college in has an incredibly specific cryptid called ‘the grassman’, and he’s an alien who crash landed in the fields and now wanders from field to field looking for a home. He’s so tall one step gets him to a center line, and he is very shadowy. I purposefully took pre-6 AM shifts at work in an attempt to see him. I knew at least 2 people who had seen him.

-when I was a maintenance worker I used to have to clean coke out the bathrooms

-orange fluff

-sweeper instead of vacuum

-the sheer amount of presidents from our state. Rise up William McKinley gang

-one time the marine ecology lab at school finished their experiment on black carp predation rates and…we went and caught some blue gill and had a fish fry with all the fish

-I distinctly remember being taught about crop rotation and fallow fields in elementary school

-I used to be late to class because of getting stuck behind the Amish buggy’s. They always had McDonalds

-in high school people and whole school buses would be late if a certain train came a little early and you were a little late

-additionally, our morning announcements in middle school told us daily not to walk on the train tracks

-in college, I lived at one of the properties I worked at, and it had horse barns. Someone broke in to get horse tranquilizers to cut meth with. I started locking my door obsessively after that.

-trailer park boy I dated with the automatic rifle next to his bed and the handgun in his kitchen cupboard

-there were no e-checks or anything on our cars. My current car has two vin numbers.

-I was once registered to vote under two different names (one a misspelling)

-we ALWAYS voted in a church

-my roommate was trying to pass some guy in a truck on a country road and he grabbed his shotgun and stuck it out the window and waved it around to intimidate her

-rent was $575 for a two bedroom, split level apartment. My landlady’s husband was racist towards Italians.

-the whole place is a fucking food desert. Did you know green grapes aren’t supposed to be sour?

-if you pull out cash you can buy most anything and also sometimes haggle, which is not the case where I live now

-people stop and ask for directions all the time

-you DO NOT eat fish from Lake Erie, and honestly I had a healthy fear of sushi before I moved out of state

-football is the only sport that matters.

-in a lot of places Uber, Lyft, or delivery services are still really lacking, they’re like 10 years behind

-everyone thinks I’m a great naturalist, and I am, but also I grew up in Ohio and there is so much more green space there it’s laughable here where it’s urban what people think is biodiversity

-my brothers jokingly taught me to handle snow by using the e-brake and I drove like that for 4 years before someone told me it wasn’t safe. I never got into an accident and was really good at drifting

-one time my friend ran into my math class and said ‘we need Crow!’ And I just got up and left and we left school property and it was because a swan was in the middle of the road blocking traffic

-I was literally never given a sex talk. Ever. The school was confused and appalled by the number of pregnant girls we had.

-Cuyahoga river caught on fire 14 times, and everyone thinks it’s very funny

#just found this in my drafts #time to post #crow remember this #ohio

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Rest In Peace Re-Watch

I watched Rest In Peace tonight from beginning to end for the first time in quite a while. Something occurred to me as I watched, and I just want to throw it out to you guys.

In the opening scene where Daryl and Judith are at the hospital, we see a walker with a large rock banging against the glass trying to break it. This is a direct call back to s1. A walker using a large rock to try to break the glass to the department store that Rick and a few members of what would become team family were hiding.

In both the episodes from the first season and the ending episodes of the last season we see the Varient walkers running, climbing and using tools. In between the first season and the last we saw no such walkers with skill. The thought that occurred to me was that the skilled walkers in s1 were in Atlanta where the CDC was and we know that they were experimenting trying to stop the virus and were in communication at least until the end with Paris and the Primrose Project.

Fast forward to s11 and we see the skilled walkers and we're now suspecting that the CRM has some type of connection because we have seen on the animated opening credits walkers that has some type of brain inserts. Could the fact that we've not seen anything in between be because the CRM had only recently been manipulating the walkers as a walker army?

Like I said at the beginning this just occurred to me this evening as I watched so it's not terribly well thought out but I just wanted to mention it and see if it sparks anything for you guys.

@galadrieljones:

I’ve definitely thought about the same thing before. Like, this is why I was very compelled by the heartless walker outside Toledo in “Evie/Joe,” because we know that Primrose Team was in Toledo at the time of the Fall, and after Jenner’s video talking about jumpstarting the walker circulatory systems, and the repeat instance with heparin, it seems like the teams were focusing their research on the heart.

I have speculated that perhaps the reason we’re seeing smart walkers in season 11 is because we’re in Ohio, at the Commonwealth. We don’t see them in Virginia, because the smart walker strains didn’t proliferate there. However, they did proliferate in Atlanta, where we know Jenner was doing research and possibly with one of the teams, working with the French, and they also proliferated in Ohio, where Team Primrose had been presenting their research at a conference.

So yeah I’m not sure if it’s more a function of when or where. Like I said I wondered if the reason were suddenly seeing smart walkers in season 11 is because we’re in Ohio. Like I can’t remember the exact tell and I can’t find it in my notes but I was able to determine that the Renaissance Fair they’re at in Variant is in Ohio.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Yeah, for sure! That walker without the heart was just too strange and purposely placed to not mean something significant. I’ve never come up with any specific theories about it, beyond what you’ve both said here, but I agree. I can’t wait to finally get into the CRM story and start finding out! 😁

@wdway:

I just want to say I had forgotten about the heart Walker and you're right that is quite interesting and falls in line with the strangeness of what appears to be experiments on walkers.

The more I think about it I do not think that the original showrunner or for that matter Kirkman had this smart experimented on walkers by a government force storyline in mind but they did lay out some very interesting dangling threads of ideas that I feel Gimple seized upon and elaborated on that fit so well at this point to bring new life into TWD story.

I remember when Gimple took over in s4 Kirkman praised his idea with the storyline of the flu. Kirkman said he only wished he had thought of it himself. I think they work together in several ways to lay out a plan that went beyond the comic book. In watching the last episode last night when I saw that Walker hitting that window with the rock it was such a throwback scene to s1 which was so purposeful. They very much want us to remember those more intelligent walkers from the very beginning of the series.

@galadrieljones

I totally agree about Gimple. That sort of writer I think of as a “gardener,” ie: someone who is capable of carrying stories on for a long time even without a concrete plan in advance, because they can go back to previous writing and find little “seeds,” which can be grown into interesting, long term story arcs. He did that with Jenner’s France mention, Shane’s 22 necklace, the smart walkers, the helicopters, and lots more I’m not thinking of right now. He even used Grady Memorial, which is shown in the background of episode 2.1 when Rick et al are leaving Atlanta, and he’s broadcasting his final message to Morgan on the walkie talkie.

I think sometimes, too, when we see episodes that seem full of obviously loaded but super disparate imagery, episodes like “Clear,” that Gimple planting himself a BUNCH of seeds. Like he may not have had use for all of that that and, in fact, a lot of it is probably “nonsense” in the moment but it seems meaningful (ie: ABIBEL), and so fans grab onto it and remember it, so even if it doesn’t mean anything YET, it COULD mean something in the future, and because it’s so strange, many fans will remember it forever. I feel this may be what went on with the PPP card.

Even though the CRM was clearly in development at that point, probably he didn’t know much about the details yet, or he was still working them out, and there was this kind of scifi morally dubious research plot going on in his mind, leftover from Grady, and he thought a mysterious keycard with mysterious letters on it would a.) capture fans’ memories, and b.) give him something to draw from later. I really think that Gimple does this a lot.

@wdway:

I love all of these repeat symbols you mentioned above. Did you know that there is a 10:10 clock in s1 at the CDC? It's in a scene with Lori and Shane when Lori is looking for a book to read and Shane catches her alone. My point is that Gimple has a gift for using simple objects in a repeat to tie the seasons together.

@galadrieljones:

I did NOT know about the 10:10 clock at the CDC, and in fact that is very interesting because that Shane/Lori interaction has some interesting resonance with what’s going on at Grady. They’re at the CDC, which sets up an interesting connection in terms of scientific research, and also, there are major undertones of sexual assault in that scene with Lori, which is another connection to what happens at Grady.

Honestly, it’s a little daunting when you realize all this is going on, because it means that anything from past episodes can effectively be turned into foreshadowing at any time, and like we have to assume that if that happens, Gimple has a well-thought out reasoning for planting that seed. The connections between Grady and the CDC for example. There’s a lot loaded into that one simple repetition of 10:10.

@wdway:

I've been thinking about s1e6 TS-19 episode that shows the 10:10 clock ever since our conversation this afternoon and you had such good points about how it ties the CDC to Grady. Lori standing in front of the clock hold a book. This is the scene where Shane tries to sexually assault Lori. I also love the book that she's holding during the scene the title is Reasonable Doubt.

@galadrieljones

Reasonable Doubt? Sounds like a fine alternate title for Coda! Lol

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Lol. Right? 🤔

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

[ahalal-uralma]

16, 25, 38 (best question ever) annnd 55! 🍃

16. The last song you listened to?

Dana Dan by Bloodywood

25. You just found $100!

How are you going to spend it?

If it’s not something I can identify to the owner, then I’ll likely donate half to charity and spend the other half on a trip to the rock shop.

38. What is the color of your socks?

Right now? I’m not wearing any. I hate wearing socks. They’re a necessity and not a luxury to me. I do not like feeling that confined or warm. My feet are free as the wind when I’m in my home. Otherwise, I will wear them black or mismatched in theme. I can’t be arsed with matching my socks most of the time.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

I don’t know what my actual accent is, because to my own ears I don’t feel like I have one, and some people agree, but many others have said I have random inflections of French or British in my voice (mostly, the latter); but, with all that aside, I can switch to a British accent, even if I don’t think it’s all that very good, though.

Accents I do the best with would be Brooklyn, Southern and Mid-Western, however. I can switch off decently between twang and drawl. For the mid-west I’ve met a lot of people from Michigan, Ohio, Kansas and Wisconsin, so I can understand their accents relatively well.

I think out of like the Midwest vs. South, the hardest accent I’ve encountered so far is North Carolina to me….it’s mostly the sound of how people annunciate words there. It’s very thick and they tend to speak very fast. I remember traveling through Charlotte once and that was bewildering. It’s like…please slow down.

#ask #asks #answered

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 147

Time After Time/The Big Bang

“Time After Time”

Plot Description: The God of Time sends Dean back to 1944, where he is immediately arrested by the legendary Elliot Ness who, surprisingly, is also a hunter

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: we start with the boys, that is not encouraging for my survival. The only plus is knowing this is a time travel story…so, maybe?? I dunno. Maybe it’s like a weeping angels situation for me

CANTON, OHIO?? It’s funny how we will straight up claim something more than an hour away as still definitely being part of the area.

Dean, what you watch is not just called anime. I love you, but don’t lie to yourself or us. Are you allowed to say the word hentai on network television?

This house where they’re investigating (second one) is beautiful! Got a turret and stained glass

Ohhhhhh that’s the context for the “more anime or are you strictly into Dick(/dick) now?” line. Yes he means Dick Roman, billionaire turned leviathan, but also…

It’s missing Castiel hours…for me.

Lmao at Dean having to use his fingers to calculate what year it is.

Dean gets to go on all the fun field trips. Maybe this is to make up for how everyone made fun of him in the old west. He’s so flustered and excited

You’ll do what to his what, Dean?? But he does look good in 1940s attire

The switching back and forth between Dean & Elliot and Sam & Jody…it, and I’m sorry to say it, feels a little pointless to have the Sam & Jody part. MAYBE they actually contribute later, but Dean’s time traveling adventures are much more interesting

Jody and Sam reminiscing about Bobby is sweet, though

Sometimes I forget that Elliot Ness does have Cleveland ties. Then I remember that a local brewery literally has a beer named after him. WHICH IS WEIRD CONSIDERING HE WAS A PROHIBITION OFFICER. (Now I’m gonna pause the show for a search as to why they did that)

Calling it a paradox seems a bit strong…there is a word for what it is but it’s of course escaping me now. Also, the brewery owners’ mom was apparently Ness’s stenographer

Ness’s trunk arsenal gives the Winchesters’ a run for its mone

I was liking this lady who was kind of like Ness’s Bobby (maybe not in the parental figure way but the knowledgeable about how to kill so many supernatural beings way) until she went and kissed Dean out of the blue and a bit as payment for what she got for him and Ness to kill Kronos

Omg yes Dean. Sending Sam messages on the floorboards from the past. I love it

Not me being like “OH?? THAT day??” when Sam pointed out that Dean’s letter was written on November 5, 1944

Oh so we have a case of Schrödinger’s Dean. He’s alive in 1944, but he’s also dead now, but he hasn’t been born yet in 1944, but also Sam and Jody are still trying to get him back. It’s all very wibbly wobbly timey wimey…stuff. Remember when this was just a show about two brothers trying to find their dad and killing monsters on the way?

Well that was wonderfully ominous. “You’re future is covered in thick, black ooze”

“The Big Bang”

Plot Description: The Doctor is gone, the universe is collapsing, and the only hope lies in a little girl

I remember this one as the fun half (with the exception of the speech to stall the attack), let’s see if I’ve remembered correctly

Little Amyyyyyyy. You know, I never picked up on the fact that she is PRAYING to SANTA. Like…it’s one thing to try to get his attention near Easter, but praying is a bit far. Also…does she think he goes into hibernation? She said it’s Easter now so I hope I didn’t wake you…

☹️☹️☹️ the Doctor didn’t come in this timeline

I wouldn’t want to live in this timeline. How can you live with no stars in the night sky?? Especially if you know they’re supposed to be there, but no one else does

The fact that the Pandorica is just in a museum now…

Man, you have no idea how much I wish I could easily read that note (it just says “stick around pond” but I have a bad time reading things on tv screens)

OKAY I wasn’t crazy for remembering seeing AMY Amy in the Pandorica

Cool. Now we have Schrödinger’s Amy.

Why IS it that the Doctor getting sealed brings about the unbirth of the universe??

Oh no. THAT is terrifying. The thought that we’d definitively be alone in the universe

Rory making the choice to stay with Amy while she’s in there to guard her and keep her company ❤️❤️❤️

The fact that he made it all the way to the 1940s but potentially couldn’t make it that last 60-some (but of course he ACTUALLY did)

I love that we’re getting a very similar story in both of these episodes tonight. The Doctor’s using River’s time vortex to jump between 2000 years of time to leave notes and clues and give solutions

Oh…River being stuck in a few second time loop ☹️

The way they destroy the fez is always a good laugh

When ISNT he being completely ridiculous in one way or another?

I normally really like River, but this is the writing…it’s the writing’s fault. She’s a generic “strong female character in an action film” in this episode…who somehow still needs to be saved, who still defers to the Doctor. Fuck Moffat

Sad goodbyes that you KNOW don’t last long aren’t as good in subsequent watches

I love Amy’s wardrobe. She always has such good outfits

“We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one” ALWAYS a good line

Ok. Watching him say goodbye to little Amy IS still sad, but HEY! The stars are back!

(I’m watching this as leaks are starting to drop for mha and it’s just…hard to focus. Thankfully, there’s not much left)

I feel bad for both of them. Rory’s so confused why Amy’s so sad and distracted at their wedding reception, and Amy’s so fucking confused and distraught.

The rest of their wedding seems like a good time though

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

11:56 pmpdt 5 April 2023 Wednesday

incubus is trying to take as much bone 🦴 from me as he can. Bcz he plans to kill me off soon. He is using me for his weird apocalypse, Bcz I’m the designated whore of Babylon. I didn’t get much money 💰 for being a whore. Incubus guilted me into believing that I mislead my first real boyfriend. We never said “I love you” 💕 and we had s*x. And after we broke up 🆙 and I kept bugging him he instant messaged me that he “will never love” me. And when we were together he said “if you want to know what crazy is, look in the mirror.” I never told him he was crazy. But maybe I was behaving a little? Crazy. I think 💭 we were both kidding each other and ourselves by staying together as long as we did. I told a friend I wanted to break up 🆙 with him and she suggested I trying to remember what she said. I probably did it. I once found out he liked porn online, something with xx? In it probably meant big boobs. 12:04 am pdt maybe he thought 💭 something about something. I don’t want to talk about it. 12:05 am pdt I think she suggested that I annoy him. But I was probably doing that already by finding out he had porn? I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ (gurgled diarrhea 12:07 am pdt) tummy ache 😖 12:08 am pdt I thought 💭 if there’s enough people in the world 🌎 there might still be a lot of different people. I noticed there’s a lot of step families half siblings probably... having a large population (heart pain 12:10 am pdt) would ensure that. But incubus has other plans. He mislead me probably to teach me a lesson. 12:11 am pdt he’s really getting rid of me and mom. It’s not an act. Him being my husband? Probably an act. I think 💭 the damage and torture has gone too far for me to believe and it looks like the whole world 🌎 wants me dead ☠️. He has been burning 🔥 my heart ♥️ and piercing it. I wish I moved on and found dr. Amen 🙏 sooner and cure to eczema (brain 🧠acid pain 12:15 am pdt) 12:16 am pdt auto saved

12:20 am pdt (spine? Pain) I think I drove myself crazy staying with him. I got my first white hair 👩‍🦳 with him b4 I turned 21 years old. I remember I cried at home 🏠. I think I told my mom and it was probably the first time she didn’t tell me I could not cry 😭. 12:23 am pdt

12:25 am pdt a Pomeranian was biting/nipping a woman’s upper arm in the dial liquid body wash 🧴 commercial. I didn’t realize it until now that that is a warning ⚠️ he’s going to hurt my mom. She has the same initials as Adam Levine omitting Noah. I don’t like this. 12:28 am pdt tortured existence. He mislead (12:28 am pdt pain sharp butt bones 🦴 12:29 am pdt) he’s happy to make me miserable 😖 . 12:30 🕧 am pdt

12:44 am pdt labels can be deceiving. A lot of people use the words “dad” “father” to paint a picture of a wholesome person. But fathering children 👶 doesn’t = good person if you’re secretly a rapist living a double life. 12:45 am pdt

12:49 am pdt acid brain 🧠 pain . B4 I wrote above pain left hip . I was trying to remember the last name of Brendan lean’s sister I found on MySpace... I’m not sure 🤔 but it could have been stern? I think 💭 incubus is threatening to sterilize me? Or Howard stern? Is that why he didn’t answer me on Instagram when I asked if he knew a Catherine/Katherine? 12:52 am pdt

12:55 am pdt I don’t believe in the incubus being a good person at all. He/they make up stuff all the time. Oberlin Ohio. They like to keep you guessing Bcz 😤🥵😤🥵🥵😤🥵😤🥵🥵🥵 they’re hippocrites. Hypocrites. They ate my brain 🧠 with acid. 😞 forgetting how to spell. They have every intention of continuing crimes like child rape Bcz they are child rapists. That’s why it happens. If they didn’t continue it they have no one else to blame to make look bad to hide their bad behaviors. They probably swoop in as incubus and make it into a party with the offender they will publicize to make it look like they didn’t do anything. 1 am pdt hypothesis.

1:05 am pdt incubus likes to call people *sshole. Even though he knows he has been throwing signs 🪧 about “Brendan” since 2017. 1:07 am pdt I don’t believe he’s a good person anymore. He likes to make me feel and think 💭 I’m a bad person. Am I better or worse than him though? Left hip bone 🦴 pain feels like a sharp claw scratching away into my bones 🦴. 1:09 am pdt at least I tried to be better while I felt weird emotions/urges. Can he say the same? The guy was having affairs with 20 year olds after convincing people he will love his wife for 1000 years. 1:11 am pdt on Twitter he dropped hints of polygamy but then took it back? I guess? I never saw 🪚 the play. But he added a tweet saying the play? Not the book? Book 📚 he misleads intentionally. He pretending he’s good. We don’t know if he already did incubus things to stroh when she was 13 years old. Can’t mess up 🆙 what’s meant to be. 1:13 am pdt

1:49 am pdt I feel like I am barking up 🆙 the wrong tree 🌲 again. There is no point in me fighting “a world without end” Christian? Catholic? Prayer 🙏? Was it our father? 1:51 am pdt

2:31 am pdt if he was good, him being my husband wouldn’t be a lie. But he hurt me a lot. Bcz all the stuff to trick me into thinking that there is a hidden lovable wonderful me that he adores and the soulmate signs 🪧 he put out there wouldn’t be a lie (left shoulder pain 2:34 am pdt) that was meant to give me hope for a wonderful Disney fantasy like world 🌎 would be reality. But he’s chipped and stripped away my life and bones 🦴. Made me stressed with pain, misery, and confusion with his mixed signals. He has frightened me. Men are frightening. It’s abnormal for women to go out alone anywhere with rapists and murderers lurking around disguised by wealth power and smiles. 2:37 am pdt

2:38 am pdt but he has no way to prove it is true Bcz he thinks I’m absurd and disgusting? 2:39 am pdt so it isn’t true, therefore I have to question him Bcz of his power and lies. 2:39 am pdt

2:40 am pdt remember time at the top of an organization I.e. god/incubus. Definition of incubus? = rapist who justified rape. And murderer of those he raped. 2:41 am pdt I’m being murdered now. And he gave me signs 🪧 that he’s incubus and “Brendan.” His fake out training probably from his father and uncles ... so people think he’s good even with Freudian slips. So he can get away what he wants to get (heart pain 2:43 am pdt) away with in public such as strolling 🚶‍♂️ around with stroh in public. Incubus controlled my intelligence. He has intelligence = big head. 2:44 am pdt so this world 🌎 will never change. 2:45 am pdt

2:53 am pdt I should mention that my first real boyfriend cried and showed me he felt shame when I found his porn history pop up in the search box 📦 of the web browser... 2:55 am pdt

2:56 am pdt incubus changed “tone at the top” 🔝 to time at the top 🔝 2:57 am pdt

3:01 am pdt I think 💭 it is shameful of Nick carter to sue Ruth for $2.3 million . There’s no way she can pay 💰 that. He’s said to be worth what was it $35 million? Does that mean all his assets: mansion, royalties, etc has brought in that currently? He’s so shameless? Greedy. 3:05 am pdt the Backstreet Boys probably could disown him and go on without him? If there was a way to prove he was lying 🤥 he’d be f’d. 3:07 am pdt (heart pain 3:07 gum pain) like if she was able to get a rape kit back then. Incubus is smart. He knows all the tricks. I bet Nick carter loves 💕 incubus and incubus loves (left shoulder pain 3:09 am pdt) him back. It looks like it since he probably “has the best job in the world” 🌎 remember hearing 👂 that b4. 3:10 am pdt

3:22 am pdt to falsely represent himself to me means he is lying 🤥 about the 1000? Years of peace ☮️ after the apocalypse. In 2018? On the voice he made available to me video of him there in his seat 💺 yelling apocalypse multiple times consecutively (heart pain 3:24 am pdt hot 🥵 air exhale) I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if he made that version available to everyone to see online. He has thrown many hints at me including also having his wedding anniversary almost the same as my parents. I think 🤔 it is one day different and years ends with the number 4. To lie to me and admitting to lie to me, would be like admitting child rape will continue along with murder and theft, and rich 🤑 people behaving badly. Bcz I am the sacrificial ox 🐂 (acid throat pain 3:28 am pdt) in Jeremiah of the Bible for slavery. Slavery = heinous activities continue. 3:29 am pdt he wants to make me look 👀 crazy. But I believe I’m not the only one who believed the apocalypse stuff. Bcz I was treated with cruelty by the medical 🏥 community. 3:31 am pdt I know they’re all going to deny it. And I don’t know I think there’s no point other than to kill me. 3:32 am pdt what does it amount to? Are they working vigorously to sift out all the rapists? Are there rape kits at every hospital 🏥? NO. There aren’t. 3:33 am pdt

3:34 am pdt I am delusional to believe incubus! Delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional delusional... what’s the definition of delusional? I think I inferred it. I need to look it up 🆙 3:36 am pdt

3:44 am pdt I refuse to believe in an admitted practicing incubus! 3:44 am pdt