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Stranger things incorrect quote generator (feat. The most random shit ever ig. Idk)
✨Pt 10✨
I don't even know what to say
Vecna: Let’s write Ms Kelley a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...
(They work together somehow 👀)
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Fred: Well Vecna, I have to say, I'm really disappointed.
Vecna: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.
(I don't even know 😪)
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Henry: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.
(very true)
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Officer Callahan: You might not know this, Gareth, but I am a flawed person.
Gareth: I do know that.
(It's fitting that it's Callahan, he would definitely say that)
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Jason: *chokes on something*
Hopper: Jeez, Jason, don't die on us.
Jason: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!
(well the upside down decided for you)
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*Officer Callahan is fighting a monster*
Joyce: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!
Officer Callahan: The power to believe in myself!?
Joyce: No, a gun! Shoot it!
(the first time he got involved with the upside down lol)
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Eddie: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation.
Wayne: So you're just gonna wait until Jeff is in danger and save them?
Eddie: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them.
Wayne: ...
Wayne: You're insane.
(That's how/why Jeff joined the Hellfire club)
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Henry: I would do anything for money.
*later*
Henry, covered in blood: THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS!
(you crazy boi)
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Vickie: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos.
Vickie: Oh no, where did it go?
Robin: VICKIE WHAT THE FUCK?!
(I feel ya Robin 😬😭 although she probably is not scared of spiders...because I would never say what she said to Steve about the spider thing😬 but maybe she is just tough enough to say it)
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Vecna: I have issues.
Chrissy: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-
Vecna: With you.
(and I have an issues with you, Vecna)
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Claudia: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Mike?
Mike: No.
Claudia: I think I speak for Mike when I say it sounds really super.
(Claudia picking the wrong kid for a positive answer)
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Will: There's something I have to ask about you-know-who.
Owen: Voldemort?
Will: No.
Owen: Is it Voldemort?
Will: It's not Voldemort.
Owen: You haven’t mentioned wizards once this conversation, so I’m gonna have to assume it’s Voldemort.
(I can't even 😪)
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Eddie: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...
Chrissy: I really care about your feelings!
Nancy: I really care about YOUR feelings!
Eddie, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...
Charles: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!
Wayne: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!
(I guess Lucas's dad and Eddie's uncle are together now.. Also Nancy and Chrissy)
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Heather: Don't quote me on this, but I believe murder is illegal!
(um...ok..)
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Heather: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm.
Lucas: That is not something you actually have installed.
Heather: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.
(You good Heather?)
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Yuri, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.
(ah ok, good to know)
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El: *on the phone* Hey One, do you know my blood type?
One: Of course, it's B-.
El: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!
(if they had successfully escaped, this would be them)
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Eddie: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.
Billy: What?
Eddie: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?
(it's cloudball, because they in heaven... Or well Billy would be in hell...so it's some kind of inbetween..)
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Will: Bob, is that legal?
Bob: When there's no cops around, anything's legal!
(Honestly he would and wouldn't say it 🤔)
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Suzie: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.
(her in S3 when the others were trying to save the world, no hate tho, i love Suzie)
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Bob: I hope they've calmed down...
Jason: Shut the fuck up you annoying ass pig.
(in the afterlife... Also how dare you fucking insult Bob! He has done nothing wrong! You are the annoying ass pig here Jason! So shut up 🙄)
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Gareth: Hey, if you type in your password, it'll show in stars.
Gareth: ********* see!
Keith: hunter2
Keith: Doesn't look like stars to me.
Gareth: Keith: *******
Gareth: That's what I see.
Keith: Oh, really?
Gareth: Absolutely.
Keith: You can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2.
Keith: Haha, does that look funny to you?
Gareth: Lol, yes. See when YOU type hunter2, it shows it to us as *******
Keith: That's cool. I didn't know this site did that.
Gareth: Yup. No matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******
Keith: Awesome.
Keith: Wait, how do you know my password?
Gareth: Er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause it's your password.
Keith: Oh, ok.
(Gareth is a beautifully handsome person)
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Ivan (Russian): Try not to roll your eyes at me.
Yuri: I don't have pupils.
(Then he tells the story of how he lost them... And laughs because he actually still has them)
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Robin: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.
Barb: Those are wanted posters!
(i don't even wanna know... Well I do... What did Robin do? 👀)
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Mike: Fight me!
Karen, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.
(Don't you dare hurt her babies)
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Yuri: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.
Karen: The big five licenses?
Yuri: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.
(well I can)
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Larry: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us.
Dustin: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this:
Dustin: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."
(who's the new mayor? Because he isn't anymore right? Anyway. He's stupid.)
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Mrs Driscoll: Did you wash the dishes?
Jonathan: I thought you wanted to do that...
Mrs Driscoll: *chuckles* You were WRONG.
(Welp)
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Henry: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
(Ye, it's so rude. Smh)
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Jason: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.
(Shut up)
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One: What makes you all smile?
Steve: Friends and Family.
Barb: Snacks.
Chrissy: Victory and success.
Max: Face muscles.
(Why you wanna know 👀)
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Mrs Driscoll: Define “dream”.
Jonathan: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.
Officer Callahan: That’s too dark!
(Jonathan and Nancy with the officers interviewing Mrs Driscoll idk)
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Larry: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way.
Ted: But your way is sheer force!
(and he's too lazy for that)
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Jeff: Damn, the power went out.
Eddie: Don’t worry, I got this.
Eddie: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*
Jeff: What-?
Eddie: I swallowed a glow stick!
Jeff, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-
(Poor Jeff was traumatized)
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Robin: Hey Russian guy! This soup is flaccid!
Russian guy: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!
(he doesn't understand English. He only knows that sentence)
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Sue: Officer Powell, how do you feel about lifting heavy things?
Officer Powell: My doctor just said I should avoid—
Sue: Being a wuss? I agree.
(that's were Erica gets it from ig)
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Max: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically.
Erica: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes.
Vecna: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting.
Erica: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.
(Erica would win against Vecna)
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Karen: Sue, I screwed up, big time.
Sue: Karen, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.
(Well Damn, you didn't have to attack her, but yea, that's definitely were Erica gets it from)
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Mrs Driscoll: Well, it rained today, but as a whole it's been warmer than it was last week.
Mike: Why does it seem like every time you talk to us, you end up talking about the weather? Is your life so unimaginably dull that you can't think of any events in your life to describe that might be more interesting than the weather? Let's think of something for you to talk about other than the weather. I mean, we barely even know anything about you, other than where you live.
Mike: Let's start there. What do you do for a living?
Mrs Driscoll: I'm a meteorologist.
(Mike getting annoyed and being super sweet about it as usual. love him)
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Officer Powell: Damn, the power went out.
Officer Callahan: Don’t worry, I got this.
Officer Callahan: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*
Officer Powell: What-?
Officer Callahan: I swallowed a glow stick!
Officer Powell, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-
(They forgot the flashlights so)
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Larry: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?
Alexei: It’s not water.
Larry: Vodka! I like your sty-
Alexei: It’s vinegar.
Larry: …What?
Alexei: It's vinegar, PUSSY.
(Alexei mah man 🙌, he learnt that from Murray)
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*Lucas sends more than 5 messages in a row*
Erica: I ain’t reading all that.
Erica: I’m happy for you tho.
Erica: Or sorry that happened.
(best sister ever)
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Max to Robin: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just...
Lucas: Cockroach ankles!
Max: Ye- uh, what?
(well Lucas tried)
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Argyle, in the hospital: Will you visit me when I get out?
Murray: Lol nah, I hate graveyards.
(Oof lol)
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Hopper: Ha! Don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?
Hopper: I must be losing it, I'm quoting Larry.
(Him in Russia)
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Mike: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.
Mike: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*
(Mike no 🥺)
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Eden, watching Vickie & Eddie panic : What's going on?
Argyle: Vickie is having a midlife crisis and Eddie is just having a crisis.
(Well Vickie likes Chrissy who likes Eddie who likes Steve ig? Also didn't notice if was Argyle with Eden lol)
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Mrs Driscoll: Why do you hang out with me?
Billy: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!
Mrs Driscoll: …
Mrs Driscoll: I feel a bit sorry for you.
(in the after life when she was taking care of Billy)
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Terry: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought!
Ted: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?
(I mean i knew you were blunt but that's just mean, leave El's mom alone)
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Henry, after getting a job as a life guard: Hmm... I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are..
Nancy: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!
(That's one of the Vision he showed her lol)
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Billy: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-
Bob: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??
Billy: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!
(Billy you idiot... Also Bob saying fuck 😶 should we be worried? Also in the afterlife)
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Steve: We’re kind of missing something guys.
Joyce: Cohesion?
Dimitri: Teamwork?
Bob: A general sense of what we’re doing?
Karen: And Nancy is not here.
Joyce: Oh, and that, yeah.
(The adults, Steve and Nancy are also basically adults, Steve is a mom and Nancy is just Nancy)
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Sue: On the count of three, what’s your favorite cake?
Sue & Karen: One, two, three-
Sue & Karen: Chocolate cake, peanutbutter frosting, and chocolate chunks!
Charles: Our turn, Ted! One, two, three-
Charles: Vanilla!
Ted: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?
(✨The Sinclairs and Wheelers✨)
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Squad reactions to being called straight:
Eden: The fuck, no I'm not.
Becky: Excuse the hell out of you?
Patrick: Ding dong, you are wrong!
Hopper: Who told you that? And why did they lie?
Billy: Rude.
Wayne: *punches the person*
(well when this quote comes I shall not change anything)
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Joyce: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.
Karen: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.
Joyce: Th-that's not how that works-
(Karen, sweetheart, no)
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Charles: If I didn't know better, Claudia, I'd say you were scared.
Claudia: Heh, scared?
*absolute silence*
Claudia: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!
(just the parents hanging out)
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Karen: She's the girl of my dreams!
Murray: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams.
Karen: I have a lot of dreams.
(Lesbian Karen ✨)
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Bob: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....
Joyce: ....
Charles: .....
Sue: ......
Ted: ..Who?
Bob: That's the thing we don't-
*Everyone stares at Ted*
(I like how it's all just adults lol)
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Hopper: So, are you two dating now?
Ted & Bob: Yes.
Hopper: Why?
Ted: I happen to find Bob very appealing.
Hopper: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Bob.
(Um... New ship?.....I mean both their names are 3 letters 👀)
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Murray, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea?
Wayne: Tea.
Murray: Wrong. It's coffee.
(ha)
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Joyce: *Answers phone.* Hello?
Susan: It's Susan.
Joyce: What did they do this time?
Susan: No, it's me, Joyce. It's actually me.
Joyce: What did you do this time?
(She probably did something that involves Max)
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[Afterlife]
Jason: Are you coming to bed?
Chrissy: I can't. This is important.
Jason: What?
Chrissy: Someone is wrong on the internet.
(she's trying to defend Eddie from being framed)
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Chrissy, to Eddie: You know, Billy can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching.
Chrissy: *blows airhorn at Billy* GET FUCKED!
(He has never been prouder of her before lol)
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Jason: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing.
Barb: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.
(she's the first to die in the upside down (I think), so she is the Supreme. Overlord 😌)
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Jason: How are you today?
Patrick: Please don’t make me think about my life.
(Jason woke up after he died and thought it was a dream and then saw Patrick so he wanted to start a conversation... Or smth idk)
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Eddie: Jason! This soup is flaccid!
Jason: LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!
(Idiot... Although I also don't know 😂)
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Barb, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like?
Eddie: *Sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside*
Chrissy: *Sends a picture of a shot glass with an Apple poorly drawn inside*
Billy: *Sends picture of person dunking a Basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple*
Barb: I hate all of you.
(it this what happenes when you die?)
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Alexei: Is stabbing someone immoral?
Eddie: Not if they consent to it.
Benny: Depends on who your stabbing.
Patrick: YES??!!?
(He's trying to learn americas laws)
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Bob: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.
Patrick: Oh, you’ve been?
Bob: Once. In Monopoly.
(it's the worst)
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Alexei, upon learning how Benny did a magic trick: So you’re not magic?
Benny: Well, not really.
Alexei: You’re just a liar.
(how dare he 😔)
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Alexei: Is the pink panther a lion?
Fred: Say that again but slower.
Alexei: I don’t get it.
Fred: He’s a PANTHER.
Alexei: Is that a type of lion?
Fred: No, it’s a fucking panther.
Alexei: *googles panther* They aren’t pink?
Fred: AND LIONS ARE?!
(He's seen to many cartoons)
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Barb: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all?
Billy: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.
(The Bs just hanging out without Bob)
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Bob: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.
(that's fits all of them)
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Eddie: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.
Billy: And you came to me?
(Well he wants advice about Steve)
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Patrick: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.
Alexei: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.
Fred: A realist sees a freight train.
Benny: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.
(Idiots)
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Bob: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Jason without them noticing?
Barb: Hey, Jason, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.
Jason: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.
Bob: ...
(Idiot)
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Eddie: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?
Benny, watching Billy screaming, Chrissy trying to set a sleeping Jason on fire, and Fred choking on air: I don't know either.
(Eddie joining them for the first time..and also last because he can only die once)
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Squad reactions to being called straight:
Eddie: The fuck, no I'm not.
Patrick: Excuse the hell out of you?
Barb: Ding dong, you are wrong!
Jason: Who told you that? And why did they lie?
Chrissy: Rude.
Billy: *punches the person*
(sus Jason 👀)
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[The Older Teens]
*Chrissy is casually searching around the room*
Jason: Hey Chrissy, what’re you looking for?
Chrissy: My will to live.
*Robin walks into the room*
Chrissy: Oh, there it is.
(that's adorable)
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Nancy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.
(Ye, the duffers making her flirt with the boys and stopping her from talking to girls 😪)
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Tammy: Your smile? It makes my day.
Robin: Your happiness? I live for that.
Chrissy: A room? Get one.
Jonathan: Hotel? Trivago.
(if Tammy had looked at her 😔)
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Jason: Something’s off.
Robin: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.
Jason: No, but that’s funny.
(Shut up)
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Eddie: You can’t have a gun on stage!
Nancy: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.
(I hope it's Jason)
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Robin: I told Barb to grab snacks for everyone.
Steve, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?
*Robin, Barb, and Eddie raise their hands*
(I feel like Barb just likes it and Eddie and Robin just want to live the childhood they never had😪)
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Robin: Hold on, I can explain!
Tammy: Really? Can you now?
Robin: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.
(Robin and her Tammy shrine)
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Chrissy: Truth or dare?
Carol: Dare.
Chrissy: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.
Carol: Hey Tommy?
Tommy, blushing: Yeah?
Carol: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Jason.
(Big Oof, also love that it's the couples)
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Eddie: Talk dirty to me~
Tommy: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.
Eddie: Wha-
Tommy: The economy is in shambles.
(✨teddie✨ but I didn't know he was smart)
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Tammy: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.
(sure)
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Robin: Tell me a little about yourself.
Eddie: I'd rather not, I really like this group.
(...........so he's a drug dealer 😁)
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Chrissy: Can you cut me some slack, Jason? I’m sort of in love.
Jason: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.
Chrissy: I’m in love with you.
Jason: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.
(no but also cute)
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Argyle: That's greatly offensive to my people.
Carol: College dropouts?
(How dare you-)
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Chrissy: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Chrissy: Violently practices.
Eddie: Violently studies.
Jonathan: Violently sleeps.
Jason: Violently shoots pictures.
Carol: Violently boxes.
Nancy: Violently murders people.
Jonathan: Violently worries about the previous statement.
(I think if we'd switch it up a bit it'd could be perfect)
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Eddie: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!
(um..)
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Jason: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before?
(well, I am weird, so maybe you have)
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Jonathan, barging in: Syphilis!
Nancy:
Jonathan:
Nancy: Pardon?
(Nancy is French)
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Tommy: What do you call a dictionary on drugs?
Steve: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.
Tommy: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.
Steve: ...
(we were robbed)
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Chrissy: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?!
Nancy: Alright.
Jason: Hey, I-
Chrissy: SHUT UP!
Jason: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!!
Nancy: It was bound to be stupid.
(it was)
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Argyle: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Jonathan: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Argyle:
Jonathan: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Eddie: We know what you meant.
(I know what you are Jonathan 👀)
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Tommy: All in all, a 100% successful trip.
Carol: But we lost Jason.
Tommy: All in all, a 100% successful trip!
(100% 👍)
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Barb, at Vickie: You're my significant other.
Vickie: Yeah I am!
Barb, at Tommy: You're my child.
Tommy: Yes boss.
Barb, at Nancy: You're my bitch.
Nancy: Yeah I am- wait, what?
Barb, at Chrissy: My bestie.
Chrissy: Naturally.
Barb, Eddie: HA, GAY!
Eddie: Fuck you.
(if Barb were still around 😔)
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That last one was definitely something that would have happened. 100%
#long post#stranger things#stranger things incorrect quotes#idk what else to tag#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#jonathan byers#eden bingham#chrissy cunningham#vickie stranger things#tommy hagan#tammy thompson#carol perkins#barb holland#billy hargrove#eddie munson#jason carver
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so i got bored in school today and wanted to watch a spring awakening bootleg and ended up finding a french one, it was just like a read threw so my expectations weren’t to high, but OH BOY let me tell you about this
they cut 30 minutes completely
they completely cut out from and then there were no til the guilty one, meaning it went straight from when moritz’s dad is yelling at him to don’t do sadness/blue wind
they cut touch me but keep the dialog from it
the word of your body reprise was still there but instead of them kissing they just stared at each other and had a narrator type guy be like “they kissed”
lastly instead of like a fake gun or whatever, they just had moritz make a finger gun and use that
anyways thought i’d share
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Big Hero 6/OUAT AU
Okay guys--so I worked this whole big AU up in my head while I was at work today, inspired by @honeyxmonkey ‘s Tangled the series OUAT AU and @greensword101 ‘s accompanying ask to me about Fred finding Hiro and giving him a hug once the curse was broken! Now, sadly I think I accidentally left my page of notes at work, or else they’re just lost somewhere in my bag, but I’m going to type of everything that I remember and hope for the best--here we go!
Backstory of how everyone got dragged into the curse: So I’m not even going to try to go into weird multi-versey type shit and try to be detailed with this but what you need to know is that Fred/Tadashi and Honey Lemon/Gogo are the main ships here, and Fred’s mom/Gogo’s parents are not happy about this, like at all. I have this headcanon that Gogo’s parents, while not as wealthy as Fred’s parents, are pretty well off (business owners? doctors? I’ll leave it up to your imagination) and are not at all happy with Gogo’s lifestyle choices/were probably emotionally and psychologically if not physically abusive to her, which is why as soon as she could she ran away to live with Honey Lemon’s family, and she and Honey Lemon eventually got together. Definitely not the match her parents wanted for her and they’re still mad that she wasn’t this perfect feminine daughter that they wanted. Fred’s mom is kind of the same way but mostly she’s just homophobic as shit and also wanted to marry Fred off to some rich girl like her and Fred’s dad’s parents did to the two of them. When it came down to choosing, Fred’s dad chose his son over her and divorced her, so she’s pissed because of that.
Moving forward before this gets too long: Long story short, Gogo’s parents and Fred’s mom kind of knew each other from moving in the same social circles and when they somehow find out about the curse (which wasn’t going to hit most of San Fransokyo, if at all) they either go to Regina or (more likely) Rumpelstiltskin and make a deal so that they can get not only themselves and their families pulled into this other world where they can have the lives that they wanted, but also pull in the friends and other people who encouraged Gogo and Fred to be themselves and “punish” them for what they did.
Characters Involved and Their Lives After the Curse:
Fred (new name: George): Engaged to Gogo (a match set up by his mom and Gogo’s parents), his dad in the cursed world doesn’t even fight his mom on things so he had no one to teach him to fight for himself and so he’s just sort of letting life get away from him and hiding in his fantasy stories and comics to escape reality.
Gogo (Edith): Engaged to Fred, never actually rebelled and never ran away from home so while she’s still got her fighting spirit on the inside it’s mostly been stamped out and she spends her days going to social events she hates and acting like she’s the perfect daughter she isn’t.
Honey Lemon (Heather): Works in an overly busy dress shop trying to earn money for college but is so underpaid she barely makes rent, let alone being able to save anything. She does all the tailoring on Gogo’s dresses and other clothes, including working on the wedding dress (which Gogo’s mom is never happy with, she’s probably made fifty dresses by now.) She and Gogo are secretly having a bit of a relationship (fitting rooms = closed doors and privacy with limited clothes for at least a short period of time) but no one can know. (More on the relationship below.)
Wasabi (Darnell): Honey Lemon’s roommate. Also trying to earn money for college (also failing at it), he works cleaning Fred’s family’s house--he’s great at the job because he’s so detail and cleanliness oriented, but he hates being around any germs, and the biggest part of the curse for him is having to clean Fred’s room.
Hiro (Nico): Hiro is a foster kid being “raised” by a horrible man named Montel (a.k.a. Yama) who forces Hiro into stealing things for him to “pay his keep” (and Hiro has the scars to show what happens if he disappoints him.)
Aunt Cass (Rachel): Works as the cook of Fred’s family, Fred’s mother delights in ordering her to make ridiculously elaborate and detailed meals, whether they have company or not, and then criticizing every part of them. Rachel would probably leave except she has a young son, Max, to look after and she can’t afford losing a job and having him taken away from her. (Red herring name alert: Max is actually a human version of Mochi, but if I ever turn this into an actual story it will be fun to throw people a bit off the trail! Also the reason Fred’s mom pulled Aunt Cass into this is because she felt Aunt Cass encouraged Tadashi and Fred to get together, being bi herself, and so she has an especial and very misplaced hatred for her.)
Tadashi (Shiro): Tadashi was found on the outskirts of town unconscious and covered in horrific burn scars. No one new his name except a few letters on a very decayed medical alert bracelet that looked a bit like Shiro (Tadashi Hamada--the “H” and “a” were pretty smeared kind of looked like “r” and “o”, the rest were completely illegible, so they guessed a bit on his name.) He was put in the hospital and put into a medically induced coma while he continued healing. When Emma came to town and time started moving again, Tadashi recovered enough for them to wake him up, but he has no memory of who he was or who his family was, and as his burns were still very severe and had gotten infected he’s still in the hospital for a very long time. (Explanation for Tadashi being alive: back in BH 6 world Fred’s dad, being a superhero, rescued Tadashi but since Tadashi was in such bad condition was still trying to get him back to being stable before letting anyone know that he was alive in case he didn’t make it. Fred’s mom did not count on this being a factor when she made the deal!)
Baymax (Mike): Baymax is a nurse in the hospital where Tadashi is being kept--in Once Upon a Time fashion, he did become human once in our world (I imagine his appearance being a lot like Aziraphale’s, only his irises are dark brown/almost black.) Another glitch in the curse (this time a literal one): even though Baymax’s memories were changed/rewritten for the curse, as a robot his system had backup storage for his memories. Robot brain being combined with a human brain was not quite compatible, so Baymax still talks/moves a bit like a robot which means a lot of people make fun of him for that, but more importantly, while he doesn’t remember everything, Baymax does have flashes of memories from the other world, and somewhat remembers being a robot. Of course anyone he tries to explain this to acts like he’s crazy so he’s learned to keep it to himself, but needless to say he feels a very strong connection to his patient, Shiro (who he at least on some level realizes is probably Tadashi), and is very, very protective of him.
(This started getting long so actual story development below the cut!)
Story Ideas:
-Fred and Gogo, while resigned to their eventual marriage,are still both incredibly gay in spite of being forced into the closet, so their general secret arrangement is that they’ll be married for their parents’ sake but both are free to privately have lovers or partners (as long as their parents don’t find out about it.) Gogo’s first choice, of course, is Honey Lemon. Honey Lemon is totally in love with Gogo, but she’s torn as to whether she’d truly be happy spending her life as someone’s mistress and not truly married to someone she loves.
-Fred and Hiro meet for the first time when Fred catches Hiro breaking into his room, having been sent by Yama to loot the house. Fred almost calls security, but he sees how skinny Hiro is and how beat up he is and takes pity on him. He wants to call CPS but Hiro begs him not to, afraid of being sent to an even worse home (he has curse memories of being in even worse homes to keep him from ever leaving Yama.) Fred would gladly try to take Hiro in himself but he’s too afraid of what his mother would say. So instead he and Hiro make a deal--any time that Hiro wants to, he can come by the house, and Fred will provide him with money or whatever else he needs to take back to Yama to avoid getting in trouble, and then Hiro gets to secretly spend a few hours with Fred, playing video games, reading comics, doing all the fun kid stuff he never gets to do at home--and of course Aunt Cass makes it her mission to make sure that Hiro always gets at least one good meal while he’s there, even though she doesn’t understand why it hurts so much to see this teenager she doesn’t even know leave to go back to his foster home.
-Hiro and Baymax meet when Hiro’s class goes to the hospital to help decorate it for the patients (remember when Henry went and met “John Doe”? Same visit, even though Hiro is of course in a different, older class and also probably in a different wing of the hospital.) Baymax sees Hiro and, with his glitchy memories of the other world, remembers Hiro, but unfortunately Hiro is only freaked out by this stranger calling him Hiro (”My name is Niko!”) and acting like he knows him. Finally Baymax has to give up on that. Still, he “conveniently” sends Hiro to decorate the room of a sleeping patient in the burn unit. Hiro is grumbling about how stupid all of this is, how decorating a room won’t really help anyone, when he hears a voice saying, “No act of kindness, no matter how small, is a waste.” He turns around to realize that the sleeping patient has woken up.
The patient introduces himself as Shiro, and even though Hiro feels weird talking to this guy who’s mostly covered in bandages, somehow they end up talking all the same, and Hiro finds himself spilling his whole life story to Shiro, who turns out to be a great listener. When Hiro’s teacher tells him it’s time to leave, Hiro finds he actually doesn’t want to go! But Tadashi asks him to wait for a moment, and then pulls a small bag of gummy bears out from a bag by his bed, saying, “Here. My nurse brought these for me and I was saving them for later, but I think you need them more than me.” Which almost makes Hiro cry because he loves gummy bears but he can’t even remember the last time that he had them. (A.K.A. Hasn’t had them since being sent here by the curse.) He promises to come back to visit Tadashi as soon as he can, and he makes good on that promise. He and Tadashi can’t do a lot for each other, but they always find ways to do small things, like how Tadashi will always save the desserts from his meals to share with (or more often give to) Hiro, and Hiro will check out books from the library that he thinks Tadashi would like and reads to him. “No act of kindness, no matter how small, is a waste” becomes their motto.
-Hiro, spending time with both Fred and Tadashi, and having started seeing both of them as older brother/almost dad figures, plus eventually finding out that they’re both gay, starts dreaming of a life where Tadashi heals enough to leave the hospital, then meets and gets together with Fred, and the two of them adopt Hiro and they all live their happily ever after together. Hiro never manages to get Fred to physically come to the hospital with him, but somehow convinces him to become pen pals with a “lonely guy with no family or loved ones to look after him (he totally pulls out the puppy dog eyes guilt trip) and somehow despite anyone’s best efforts to keep it from happening, Tadashi and Fred start to fall in love all over again :)
The Curse Breaks (a,k.a. the one part of the story I actually wrote):
Hiro races towards the center of town, running as fast as he possibly could. He’d through that Montel was evil--he’d never imagined that things could possibly get worse, but when Yama’s memories had returned Hiro was pretty sure it was only the delayed shock of getting all his memories back at once that had let Hiro get away with little more than a bloody nose (and his life.) Hiro had no idea what the hell was happening--how he was here, in some town called Storybrooke and not in San Fransokyo, and how he had these two completely different lives and memories living in his head and currently at war with each other--but all he really knew is that he needed to get somewhere safe. Somewhere that Yama couldn’t find him and hurt him.
“Hiro!” Hiro almost kept running when he heard someone shouting his name, too terrified of Yama catching up with him if he stopped, but then he suddenly felt arms wrapping around him and, after a moment of struggling, he realizes that he knew the person holding him.
“F-Fred?” Hiro gasps, looking up at the older man.
“Yeah, Hiro--it’s me,” Fred answers, a look of relief in his eyes as he smiles down at Hiro.
“Y-You remember?” Hiro cries, glad that this was at least some sort of proof that he hadn’t gone completely crazy.
“Of course I do.” Fred hugs him tighter. “I-I’m so glad that you remember too, I was afraid that you might not--”
“No, I remember.” Hiro shakes his head before adding with a shiver, “A-And Yama does too...”
“Yama?” Fred repeats only to gasp after a moment. “Holy shit! I-Is that who you’ve been living with this whole time?”
“I think the answer is obvious,” Hiro answers, pulling away and gesturing to his bloody nose.
“Oh my God.... Oh my God, Hiro I am so, so sorry,” Fred whispers, his voice full of horror. “I can’t believe-- I-I should have gotten you out of there a long, long time ago, but the curse...”
“Curse?” Hiro repeats in confusion. “What curse?”
“Apparently that’s what’s gotten us all here--a curse that took us from home and put us here, and gave us fake memories and made sure that we’d all be as miserable as possible. And it’s not just people from San Fransokyo, you won’t even believe who some of the people living in this town really are...” Fred answers before adding quickly, “But I can explain more on the way--all of our family and friends are back at my house, apparently my mom and Gogo’s parents have something to do with all of us getting wrapped up in this.”
“So everyone’s there?” Hiro asks hopefully. “Aunt Cass, Wasabi, Honey Lemon?” He’d have asked about Gogo too but Fred had already mentioned her so he could only assume that she was.
“Yes, everyone--even Mochi, can you believe that he’s actually Max?” Fred laughs.
“Whoa... That is pretty crazy,” Hiro says, shaking his head, trying to wrap his head around the idea that Aunt Cass’ cat had somehow become a human child.
It was as he was thinking this over that another thought occurred to him.
“Wait, Max...” he says slowly, and then gasps as the realization fully hits him. “Holy fuck, Baymax!”
“Hiro, I-I’m sorry, I don’t know where Baymax is yet, everyone coming out of the curse has everyone pretty scrambled up...” Fred starts to say apologetically, but Hiro cuts him off.
“No! I mean, I think I know where Baymax is!” Hiro cries, tugging on Fred’s hand. “C’mon, we have to go get him!”
“...The others can wait,” Fred after agrees after only a moment’s hesitation. “Let’s go get Baymax!”
A few minutes later, both of them rush into the hospital--things were in such a disarray that they didn’t even bother to stop at the nurse’s desk, Hiro leading the way up the stairs to the burn unit where he hoped that he’d find...
“Baymax!” Hiro lets out a huge sigh of relief when he sees the man in his standard white scrubs--it was still incredibly weird to think of the marshmallow-esque robot that Tadashi had made was somehow human, but all that really mattered that he was here and that he was safe.
“Hiro!” The man turns to Hiro, a bright smile on his face, quickly putting to rest any fears that Hiro might have had that this wasn’t actually Baymax.
“Wait, that’s Baymax?” Fred cries in surprise.
“Fred, hello!” Baymax answers cheerfully, waving to him.
“I... Uh... Hi?” Fred waves a bit awkwardly.
“I’m so glad that you’re okay,” Hiro says gratefully, hurrying into Baymax’s open arms and giving him a tight hug.
“I am very well, thank you,” Baymax answers, hugging him back, before letting him go and continuing, “There is someone else here who would like to see you!”
“Someone else?” Hiro repeats in confusion. Who else could be here that he knew?
“Hiro!”
That’s when Hiro hears a voice--a voice that, even before the curse, he’d given up on ever hearing again. No. No, it couldn’t possibly be--!
That’s when he sees Shiro, sitting in a wheelchair next to his hospital bed--the burn scars had greatly changed his appearance, it was true, and his hair was a bit longer than it had been before. But there was no mistaking those eyes, or that smile.
“T-Tadashi?” Hiro whispers, tears welling up in his eyes before he could even fully process what was happening. “I-Is it really you?”
“It’s me,” Tadashi answers, looking a bit teary eyed himself, and, without even thinking about the consequences, Hiro launches himself at Tadashi, landing in his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around him, never wanting to let him go, only to find his hands wandering over Tadashi’s features--his arms, his hands, his face--trying to prove to himself that this was real, that Tadashi was really here with him. Tadashi was doing much the same, half laughing, half crying, stroking Hiro’s hair and kissing away the tears as they fell down his cheeks.
“H-How?” Hiro whispers. “How are you here? “
“I don’t know,” Tadashi admits, shaking his head.”I-I don’t remember anything that happened to me after the fire... But I’m here, and I’m with you, and that’s all that matters.”
Hiro decides that questions can wait for later--all that mattered was that he had Tadashi back.
“D-Dashi?”
Hiro suddenly remembers that he wasn’t the only one here who had a very good reason to be glad that Tadashi was alive.
“Fred?” Tadashi cries, looking up at Fred with what could only be described as joy in his eyes, and Hiro wisely chooses to move out of the way just in time to avoid being caught in the middle as Fred pulls Tadashi into a deep, passionate kiss. Maybe back in San Fransokyo his old self would have found this gross or made a joke out of it. But not anymore. This was something he’d been trying to get to happen for months, and it felt like his dream was finally coming true. Shiro and George--no, Fred and Tadashi!--were finally a couple, and maybe with this stupid curse gone, they could get married and adopt him so he could finally be away from Yama!
But wait. No, that wasn’t right! Hiro shakes his head. That was Niko’s dream, when he was stuck here, not Hiro’s dream! Hiro never would have dreamed of his older brother and his brother’s best friend getting married and adopting him! ...Would he have? More to the point, though: if a curse had somehow sent them here (and he couldn’t think of a more logical explanation at the moment), and it had indeed been broken--shouldn’t they be back in San Fransokyo? Shouldn’t they have gone back home?
Hiro feels a cold shiver pass through him. What exactly was going on here? And who would have the answers?
“I have heard that there is a relief center being set up for those who are trying to find loved ones or who have questions about the curse,” Baymax pipes up, in the uncanny way that he had of almost reading Hiro’s thoughts.
“Well, that sounds exactly like that place we should go,” Tadashi says, turning towards them, with Fred’s hand firmly wrapped around his own.
“It does--maybe then we can bring some more information back to the others,” Fred agrees.
“Dashi, is it okay for you to leave the hospital, though?” Hiro asks a bit worriedly--he knew that Tadashi had been recovering, but he hadn’t left the hospital since being here!
“I can come with to monitor his condition,” Baymax offers.
“That would be great, thank you, Baymax.” Tadashi grins up at the other man.
“You are welcome!” Baymax replies, looking pleased to be of assistance.
“Well... If Baymax is coming with us, then I guess it should be okay,” Hiro finally relents.
“So, are we ready to go?” Tadashi asks, looking first to Fred and then to Hiro.
“Yeah,” Hiro agrees, taking Tadashi’s free hand as Fred continues to hold the other and Baymax begins pushing the chair forward. “I think we are.”
As long as he had his family and friends by his side, he was ready for whatever the future had in store for them.
((Random future story bit: The group running into Yama and Baymax giving him a good punch in the nose since Tadashi can’t stand to do it himself. “I no longer have programming, so I am no longer prevented from injuring a human being :)” (Protective Baymax is SCARY AF and also totally awesome!)))
#big hero 6#once upon a time#ouat#big hero 6/ouat crossover#big hero 6/once upon a time crossover#fredashi#honeygogo
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don't play the fool now (multi) — chapter five - Roza
[ summary ] : detox is feeling the pressure setting in as she completes the first day of her new mission though a distraction is paving her progress and bianca simply can't catch a break between a cute detective, katya and her own issues.
[ author's note ] : literally it's been so long I CANNOT, I am so so so so sorry omg... most of this was written about november so I am sorry if it's not up to par ): — lily xx
(´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) / AO3 / My Tumblr
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"Welcome to the place you'll be spending the next few months!"
Detox dropped the two boxes she was carrying in from the minute she had stepped into the elevator with Tatianna who had been showing her around the offices and police force building: this was by far the most idiotic and yet stressful mission the blonde had to deal with thus far.
Become an entirely different person
Pretend you're a transfer from another department
Get close to the captain of the unit
Murder or get information. Or both.
The details hadn't been worked out yet but Bianca had made it clear that Detox was not there to play around and flirt, she would be doing all the undercover work.
It was nothing but peachy keen to Detox. A frustration building in her bones. She had to spend the next few days, weeks, months acting like she was up to date with whatever the detectives and police force would make her out to be. Thank god she knew her narcotics, weapons and the basics: murder, how to get rid of fingerprints, stains, bruises, the stench off a dead body, all the things that being a professional had taught her.
She couldn't possibly be that useless.
Changing her hair was the worst part. No question.
Going from royal blue to a blonde bombshell wasn't exactly her style even if it definitely would cover up the overstated hair color and make her seem at least a tiny bit less suspicious with her long, flowing hair now blonde and curled thanks to Aquaria's whimsical hairstyling techniques.
"Welcome to me…" the words leaving her lips in an immensely hushed tone as she stared right back at the detective who gave a smile, eager to see another new worker around in their new and improved NYPD unit.
"You're gonna do great Heather, no doubt's honey."
She decided last minute to use her sister's name as her own for the time being, knowing Detox was a bit of a rough risk and besides: what better way to pay respects to the person and lawyer she had been closest to before going off to prison for substance abuse, smuggling of illegal substances and all the other things she had managed to hide from her transcript.
Bianca I fucking hate you, I really have to pull strings here and by myself.
The older girl butt in to her as the blonde had begun to set up her laptop and trinkets around, praying no more people would bombarde her for today. "You should totally get settled in but I know for a fact that Trinity wants to meet any of our new recruits! She's the unit's captain and I promise you, she's a bit hard hitting but super closested sweetheart."
Trinity .
So this was the person she had to play guessing games with the next few months and woe over in one way or another, to follow and pry her fingernails under.
"I'll definitely check her out."
"Thank you!"
She pulled out first a picture frame that held a sepia filtered photo of Detox, Alaska and Roxxy at their senior graduation together: all dolled up even from the beginning, it was odd to keep such sentiments from the pure and clean days before rotting in crime but what could she say? They were all still together, still best friends even if Alaska sometimes worried more for herself than anyone else, a bit colder than she used to be.
Once she had organized her things she stepped out of the door and made her way around the office, her acrylics hugging the file she had to give to one of her new co-workers for examination. They had spent hours working over the loophole with paperwork but luckily after careful examination and some strings pulled with Katya, they had come up with a solution and now she was Heather Sanderson, born in Maryland and a former employee of the local police department.
"Are you Heather?" A voice spoke behind her gently yet firm as Detox stared at the empty chair confused before wincing and turning quickly seeing a tall blonde with about her hair length and piercing eyes staring at her with intent for a reply back, her ID placed around lanyard which was littered with Canadian flags and text that reads Toronto across the fabric.
"Yes! Are you Brooke?" Nervously extending her hand she was met with a curious recluctentance before the Canadian smiled sweetly, sitting back in her seat once she parked her iced tea on the coaster she had sitting on her desk.
"I am, I know you have the files Tatianna was telling me about if I can look at them. Just the usual medical and background things I have to handle."
Detox looked over Brooke's shoulder, ignoring whatever the detective had to say towards her even though she was sure it was the usual welcome she had become so accustomed to since this morning. She had stepped through the doors starting her new mission, angry that Bianca had to assign her to such a damn cup out: go undercover and pretend you're a decent human being for a few months so we can get a deeper insight and information on the police and detective department.
Peering over her shoulders, she noticed a police officer of average height. Sporting the signature uniform as well as long brunette hair that curled at the ends—lighter highlights cascading from her roots: she had a great upkeep and hairstylist clearly though her dark brown eyes and perfect made over face was the focal point.
Fuck, she's gorgeous.
The same girl had taken off her jacket and threw it on her chair, continuing to chat with the person right near her point of vision, blinking as her makeup shined under the dimly lit up computer screen she was staring at meticulously. Her body hugging her tight fitting blouse and her badge shining.
Brooke tapped the older woman's shoulder with a laugh, "Stop staring with your mouth open, you'll catch flies." Detox rolled her eyes, not about to take shit from her new "peers" as if she were to become close to anyone she had to work within the next few months of the missions allocation.
"That's Trinity Taylor, she's our police unit's captain."
The sirens flared off in her head instantaneously once she fit the last piece of the puzzle: this was the girl, thegirl she had to woe and become close to and get information out of for Bianca, for the team.
Trinity was why she was getting paid and doing this entire mission.
"She's very pretty."
Brooke laughed, rolling her eyes at how dense the new rookie was being. "Yes, she's also got really thick skin, a cold hearted exterior and is surprisingly hilarious as ironic as that may sound." The Canadian shook her head, "She's single but I wouldn't try it, especially since she's your squadron leader and will absolutely give you the beat down no matter the call."
This mission definitely just got interesting.
"Oh don't worry about that, just seeing what I'll have to work with is all."
The brunette caught the eye of the gaggling stares, Detox immediately snapping from it and looking away completely embarrassed though she heard a slight snicker under Brooke's breathe, wanting to slap her. Hearing the thud of the boots under the tiles she simply stood her ground and was prepared to act as casual as possible.
"Morning Trinity." The Canadian hummed aloud, typing across her floral tape covered keyboard pretending to analyze the files while not so secretly deciding to eavesdrop and see where this conversation goes.
"Good morning Brooke Lynn." Trinity crossed her arms and took a look up and down Detox who stood with a permanent paralyzed fear in her eyes, she felt so damn fearless all the time and yet one glimpse of this girl had completely tore her down piece by piece and left her distraught. It was pathetically hilarious.
"Jesus, I'm not gonna kill you for staring, not like I can blame you." She flipped her hair as Brooke coughed to hide the obvious smirk across her lips as she took a long sip of her iced tea that Adore had brought her from Starbucks. Going vigorously through the files she had managed to find her medical records and began her less than exciting examination.
"Hey, you're the one member of our unit, right?"
Finally feeling enough willpower to respond she bit her lip and nodded, "Yeah, Heather." Trinity gave a broad handshake, firmly holding her hand as the blonde licked her lips feeling a bit out of place already and obviously.
"Trinity Taylor."
"It's nice to meet the person everyone told me to go and scout out in the first place."
Trinity tilted her head to the side and chuckled. She was definitely amused that Detox was so reluctant to smile, to breathe since it was her first day: the atmosphere was always tense but that was just the job. The Floridian could only hope she wasn't threatening in her status and by her looks alone or else the training and all that came after would be a complete and utter disaster.
Detox wanted to slap herself, every time she glanced over or they made basic, polite eye contact her entire body jolted awake and she could tell by her change in expressions that she was utterly terrified. Which was extremely odd considering how calm she felt at her actual profession which was twice was horrifying and awful in danger, stress, you name it.
"Well, your first assignment with me is just a refresher, I'm sure you know basic training coming from another unit?"
"Absolutely."
She ran her nails through her blonde hair as Trinity handed back her files with her eyes gleaming and a smile slipping through, "See you soon, my office is down the hall." A flush crept up on Detox's face as she turned and gave a goodbye to Brooke Lynn who waved back and turned with an immediate sigh, taking one more sip from her iced tea.
"You're hopeless."
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Bianca sat aimlessly in her chair, scrolling through the constant masses of emails she had to sort and help with, the requests and the actual patrons and then those who simply knew her as their boss. She had never given most of her own girl's and team her personal phone number to the fact she knew it be taken advantage off. Only three people had her number on this damn circuit: Sharon, Jinkx & Bob.
However, despite this there was still an influx of text messages that read off requests from the other girls to which Bianca would bitterly reply with them to email her and not have Sharon, Jinkx or Bob become the scapegoat for their needs and wants or better yet: just don't bother Bianca!
Well that wasn't entirely the truth however it was close enough.
She understood the tasks she had to take on as a leader even if it meant countless requests and permissions granted.
The older woman's phone buzzed and the corner of her lips curled into a smile, hoping it be Adore whom had been quite a good company even just through the phone the past couple days. Her humour, her personality, fashion sense, job— she was everything Bianca wasn't and it made every exchange the more exciting and yet, opened twice the bigger grey area between them.
From: Katya (3 Unread Messages)
"Oh just this fucking whore."
Relieved she didn't have to think about two hours for a reply Adore sent, She slid open her phone with her fingerprint and sighed before her eyes grazed over the messages plainly.
Bianca! девушка !
I believe we should go and see Trixie since you told me you need to make some transactions...
I can tell you that I would be glad to tag along and contribute ;) xx
Her fingers slid across the keyboard as she typed up a reply.
If you're driving.
You're more than welcome to come with.
She assumed the notification she got almost immediately after her texts was an indication that Katya was already on her way and that she should get ready for her.
I'm outside whenever you're ready, you know where I park.
Blatantly staring at her phone she got up and only took a small blue clutch purse and tied her hair up feeling nothing but discontent towards wanting a development between her and a fucking detective . She could almost slap herself, she actually wanted Adore to text her back and it felt fucking disgusting to actually enjoy human interaction that wasn't the usual rundown about missions, jobs or sewing.
Though the sewing usually only applying to Aquaria who would come and see her on the rare downtime they had. The younger girl always asking about her hems, a new sewing trick or what fabric to use for what kind of silhouette.
She locked her office and gave a quick holler to Jinkx who sat in the common area, reading a book and drinking what must've been her third or fourth cup of coffee judging by the dried stains that splattered across the white cup. Bianca interrupted simply letting her know she'd be with Katya to finish some needed exchange and business.
"Have fun, tell Katya and Trixie hello from me."
Bianca didn't care too much about getting money from Trixie, she was sweet and kept a secret well enough considering her position. Though half of that underlying sweetness was probably from the paralyzing fear that if she ever told anyone she'd be blown out on the spot, no hesitation by Bianca herself.
Approaching the blue BMW Bianca's eyes wandered through her backwoods garage, undeniably pressed that she had to even go to the bank and be in public. She kept her image hidden well, no one would ever suspect Bianca Del Rio as the most known menace and wanted mafia boss in New York. All they would see is a blonde, thick Russian accent and leather jacket on with her friend; black hair, thick mascara and quite the fashionable woman.
At least that's what Bianca had hoped for as a first impression.
Katya's grin sat permanently pursed across her lips as she took the car out of park, turning out of the secluded garage and looking to Bianca for any last minute changes, any final looks of reclusiveness. The older woman cleared her throat, her fingers running through the hair that stranded from her face as she put on her sunglasses with a hard roll of the eyes.
"Let's get this shit over with."
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I was sitting in my room when a dude came up to the house, i dont remember why he was there (either looking for a little girl or trying to sell me something) and he drove into the living room with a raggedy andy motor bike. i thought it was really cool but he kept getting closer and closer and making me increasingly uncomfortable so i finally kicked him out. he lift his bike and i got excited, until he came back for it. i handed him the bike and was acting as kind as i could, so that maybe he’d come back just because i wanted the bike. Then, i went back into my room. I had signed up for an online fighting game that was available on mobile and pc. then, someone started streaming porn to my laptop. I closed it out, then a few more times with shitty memes. I realized that I had gotten hacked, and the dude opened up the fighting game. He had put me in a fight against him. I asked him in game chat what was happening and it went something like:
Mason: ???? wwwhwwwhhatssssssssss happpppppppppppening
Him: Someone put (software that helps with hacking) on the forums and had to try it out
Then I proceeded to beat him in the game 3 times, then he came in though my front door. I ran to him and put my hand on his mouth, and walked him outside so he and I could talk on the porch. I asked if he had any ill intent, and he said yes, but the software wouldn’t let him do it. We became friends. Then I said I wasn’t going to invite him in and he went “Oh? Don’t want me to show you a good time?” and I was like “Oh well that’s....illegal since I’m 16.” and he seemed so disgusted with himself for even finding a 16 year old attractive. Some people I knew irl were running down the street and started trying to get rid of him, saying things like how if he had to hurt me he had to get through them first. I didn’t want them to hurt him, but they ran him off and left. Once he left, I went back inside and heard the baby my parents were taking care of was crying. They had been asleep the whole time. I ran in there and there were identifiable stains on the bed, and some of my mom’s stuff was gone. She was broken, and I immediately was trying to find out who the thief was, since it wasn’t new friend. I asked everyone from Chris to Spike who it could have been, hell I even asked new friend, and no one had any info. Finally, I had only one option left. I asked Alexis if she knew anything, and she was like, “Yeah I did that.” I asked her why and she was like “lol fuck ur mom she’s racist and everything-phobic” and i was sorta just...ok
Dream 2
We were going to a convention. The whole family, even my brother that I never see or talk to. It was all of us. The convention was, of course, for Ant and Dec. And one more. Somehow, someway, Ant and Dec started a mbmbam type thing with Chris. I don’t know how this happened, but I always went to the conventions because I’m there to support The Bae. Anyway, we were watching this shit, because of course we were, and I was always in the front of the crowd because I am Supportive. Once the whole live show was over, I was like super full of energy. Not sure why. My brother was like “Man, Chris is cool” and I scoffed and I was like, “You know...he’s my bae” and Ashton just started laughing in my face. I even tried to show him how close me and Chris were, but he refused to listen to me. Okay, idk why, but this convention was in a mall of all places. Most of it was dedicated to the Iconic Trio, but there was one store connected that wasn’t. A walmart. Why was a walmart in the mall? who knows. Anyway, i went in, and I don’t remember what I was looking for, but I kept hearing people complain about Heathers being everywhere (and rightfully so, it’s overrated). I was kinda bummed out that I couldn’t really talk to Chris much while they were touring I think. I just remember being super sad. I bought an Ant & Dec & Chris shirt and left. I was just bummed out. There was no real conclusion.
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Professor Michael Meriweather was not known for whimsy. He would arrive to class in a suit as silvery gray as her hair with lines clean and crisp as her as stride. He spoke in short sharp sentences like the ticking of a particularly accurate clock and asked questions with all the precision of a surgeon. He was, in short, a very grounded man. Except for one small quirk.
It was a peculiar eccentricity hidden away in the final question of the final exam. After a steady stream of detailed questions and at least two hours of pens scratching there would be that last question, and those students who had never taken one of Meriweather’s classes would pause, looking up, around, as if to make sure that they were in the right reality. For her final question was always a little…different.
The trouble was that none of his students could ever quite remember that final question, or their answers. They would file out into the halls, their quiet chatter lingering behind them like water disturbed by a passing ship, and they would begin to compare answers.
“What did you get for sixteen?”
“Hemingway?”
“1821, not 1281, holy fuck Gogurt what were you thinking?”
“Oh god I thought it was about the Beagle-”
“Zinc and uranium-”
“On the southern slopes-”
And of course, eventually some student, someone who had never taken one of Professor Meriweather’s classes would ask about that last question.
“What was that about anyway? I had no idea what to put down.”
“Well, did you end up going with?”
And then they would pause, raise a hand to their brows and reply, “I said…I mean…I don’t…I think it was something about the Battle of the Northern Heath.” And then their eyes would clear, “Wait, no, that’s not right, I-What did you get?”
Then their friend would smile warily and-if they had taken one of Meriweather’s classes before just laugh a little uneasily. And the questions would fade as the class stepped out into the fresh bright air. The funny thing was that even after Professor Meriweather returned their exams they were never able to read the final question. Students would flip through their exams looking for notes and points and penalties and when the reached the end they would wonder how their handwriting ever was so poor and assume it was just due to the hours writing. The question itself was always cloudy and illegible, well Professor Meriweather did like to have a cup of coffee on hand when grading, the odd spill was only to be expected.
And so in the excitement of another semester gone they would forget their exams and any unusual answers they might have provided.
* * *
At the end of every year Professor Meriweather would sit at his desk long after office hours and poor two glasses. One would be full to the brim in whole milk and baileys; the other had a generous portion of whiskey. He would sit with his glasses and wait, a single light on the window, now curiously bare of his collection of iron nails, swept clear of salt, washed clean of rowan oil. It was just Professor Meriweather, his drink and a pile of freshly graded exams sitting on the table before him. And he would wait.
Sometimes, always between midnight and dawn, in the softly beating heart of the night, he would stir to the sound of his office door opening and they would enter. Meriweather tried very hard not to look at them, but there was something that would draw his gaze, something about those all many eyes, all glinting like shards of glass, like a shattered mirror, something about all that long dark hair, as if the night itself had settled about their brow, something about that too sharp smile, like the curve of the sea rising to meet the sky, the threat of darkness and alien depths beneath the bright foam and flickering waves. He would not easily forget that smile.
They moved through the office with something resembling hesitation and the air seemed to warp about those too-smooth limbs, that too sweet perfume and then they would sit across from Meriweather, take a long drink and ask, “So what do you have for me this year?”
Meriweather would shuffle the papers and leaning forward push them to his guest.
His guest would reach out with their delicate, too long, too twisted fingers and flutter through the pages. “Seems they get more and more incautious every year doesn’t it?” Meriweather would not respond, “Still I suppose that’s something with which you are familiar.”
Meriweather leaned forward, his head in his hands and whispered, “I can’t keep doing this.”
“Hmmm?” His guest looked up lazily, “You do enjoy tenure don’t you?”
“They’ll find out. They’ll realize what this…what this is…”
He felt a chill on his wrist and looked down at that all too thin hand resting upon his wrist. He looked up and met their smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
Meriweather was not comforted.
But all he could do was sit and wait while his guest drank their milk and read their papers and wait for a dawn that was definitely taking too long to arrive. Eventually his guest would let out something whispering, twittering, twistering sound that Meriweather still had trouble recognizing as laughter and say “Yes, here. This is the one.”
Meriweather would always look to see which of his student his guest had chosen. He owned them that much at least.
And then his guest would leave with that all too bright smile of theirs and his office would smell of cedar and heather and hawthorn smoke for days.
He would try not to watch then, try not to see what happened to their chosen favorite, but it was difficult not to wonder. Sometimes the student would simply disappear and Professor Meriweather would try (and fail) to convince himself they had only transferred. Sometimes they would be replaced by those…things, things that looked and acted more-or-less human but were somehow wrong. These things would typically avoid him or else sneak him strange smiles from the corner of their mouths. Sometimes the student would remain but they would act differently, as if they had lost (or even more terrifyingly gained) something. Other times they would seem washed out and faded, while still some would burn feverishly, like stars. And then there were some who seemed completely unchanged. There was no pattern as far as he could make out.
Occasionally Meriweather would try to find out about those students who had graduated years ago. Some quietly faded, others would go about their lives normally for a few years or so but then they too would fade. That was he single constant, they always disappeared, as if washed away by the tide. He never spent too much energy trying to find where exactly they went. He did not want to think about it.
But there are some types of knowledge, some questions that settle on the mind like the crows upon the ink dark trees. So Professor Meriweather would find himself standing and gazing across the lawns trying to avoid a particular thought. So Professor Meriweather would wake in the stillness of the night and shake of unsettling dreams, dreams of wind and rain and too long, too twisted hands. So Professor Meriweather would try and fail to forget about what would happen when he would finally be unable to teach, when he would finally lose access to his tributes. For the Patron would still hunger and Meriweather knew that when he could no longer bring them students it would be his turn to follow, his turn to fade away to wherever it was that existed beyond the trees and the mists, his turn to leave for Elsewhere.
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#waveringbriar#stories#professors#professor meriweather#GOGURT REAPPEARS#gogurt is as inept as ever#stolen away#deals#submission
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Tactics of Liberalism (Intro, #1)
This is a new series I'm starting to tackle the most nefarious tactics used by modern-day liberals in defense of authoritarianism, whether knowingly or unknowingly. Unknowingly serving as a pawn for authoritarianism serves the same function as doing so on purpose, and the responsibility and consequences for such an action must be present in both cases.
Without further ado, let's get into Tactics of Liberalism #1: Meatshields for Fascists.
Make no mistake- liberalism has invaded our society and pushed out outside politics, decrying them as "extreme", "radical", "violent", and "terrorist". By doing this, liberals further the state's own monopoly of violence, for the government and police they often defend fit the definitions of the words they use for their opponents.
Most liberals ignore or justify the killings by the states they hold near and dear, with some even saying mass casualties are acceptable "because they get the job done". In reality, mass casualties are acceptable to them because they're happening to people they don't know and can't see.
Talking to the average liberal about defending oneself from fascism usually results in a dismissal from the liberal. Their answer, if they bother to give one, usually goes something like this.
"Neo-Nazis are nonviolent, and if you stoop down to their level, you become just as bad as them. They have a right to free speech and you can't assault them because you disagree with them."
We'll pick this apart piece by piece. Use this as a resource when dealing with your own liberals.
"Neo-Nazis are nonviolent."
Easily disproven by a simple Google search, liberals continue to say this lie as a means of protecting fascists from the consequences of their actions. Within the last 20 years, neo-Nazis and white supremacists have killed at least 60 people. High profile cases like the Charleston Church shooting and the murder of Heather Heyer are included.
Other neo-Nazis applaud these murders and call for more. Their end goal nowadays is to ignite a race war, where they belive their whiteness will assure them victory. To ignore this is to allow it to happen again, and again, and again, until we live in a society of fear, moreso than we already do.
Well-known, high-profile murders by white supremacists include the following. The Charleston Church shooting was a mass shooting, that took place at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in downtown Charleston, South Carolina, United States, on the evening of June 17, 2015. During a prayer service, nine people were killed by domestic terrorist Dylann Roof, a 21-year-old white supremacist. Three other victims survived. The morning after the attack, police arrested Roof in Shelby, North Carolina. Roof confessed to committing the shooting in hopes of igniting a race war.
The Portland train attack occurred on May 26, 2017, when a man fatally stabbed two people and injured a third, after he was confronted for shouting what were described as racist and anti-Muslim slurs at two teenage girls on a MAX Light Rail train in Portland, Oregon. Jeremy Joseph Christian had previously been convicted in 2002 of kidnapping and robbery of a convenience store, and was sentenced to 90 months in prison for that offense. He was also arrested in 2010 on charges of being a felon in possession of a firearm and theft, but those charges were later dropped. He held extremist views, posting neo-Nazi, antisemitic, and far-right material on social media, as well as material indicating an affinity for political violence. Christian had been participating in various "alt-right" rallies in Portland. One month prior to the stabbing, Christian spoke at a right-wing "March for Free Speech" in Portland's Montavilla Park, where he wore a Revolutionary War-era flag of the United States and carried a baseball bat, which was confiscated by police. He gave Nazi salutes, and used a racial slur at least once.
At the "Unite the Right" white supremacist rally, a man drove his car into a crowd of counterprotestors, hitting several and slamming into a stopped sedan, which hit a stopped minivan that was in front of it. The impact of the crash pushed the sedan and the minivan further into the crowd. One person was killed and 19 others were injured in what police have called a deliberate attack. The man then reversed the car through the crowd and fled the scene. James Alex Fields Jr., a 20-year-old from Ohio who reportedly had expressed sympathy for Nazi Germany during his time as a student at Cooper High School in Union, Kentucky, was arrested. Fields had been photographed taking part in the rally, holding a shield emblazoned with the logo of Vanguard America, a white supremacist organization.
Also, at the same rally earlier in the day: Harvard professor Cornel West, who organized some of the counter-demonstrators, said that a group of "20 of us who were standing, many of them clergy, we would have been crushed like cockroaches if it were not for the anarchists and the anti-fascists who approached, over 300, 350 anti-fascists." West stated, "The neofascists had their own ammunition. And this is very important to keep in mind, because the police, for the most part, pulled back." DeAndre Harris, a black teacher's aide from Charlottesville, was brutally beaten by white supremacists in a parking garage close to Police Headquarters; the assault was captured by photographs and video footage. The footage showed a group of six men beating Harris with poles, metal pipe, and wood slabs, as Harris struggled to pick himself off the ground. Harris suffered a broken wrist and serious head injury.
Fox News and the Daily Caller had instigated running over leftist protesters for years now, but puleld their articles when someone was finally murdered that way, as to avoid responsibility.
As you can see from a few relatively recent cases, neo-Nazis are not nonviolent. Their ideals are not nonviolent. To stand in real, tangible opposition to the ideology whose end goal is total extermination of all unlike them is not violent- it is self-defense.
"If you stoop down to their level, you become just as bad as them."
This one is fairly straightforward. If a liberal's only problem with Nazism is that it's too rowdy, then they are purposely ignoring what the Nazis have done, what they want to do, and what they will do if allowed to.
The only way anyone could "stoop down" to the level of a neo-Nazi is to harbor all their ideals. There are many things wrongs with neo-Nazis besides their propensity for violence, including but in no way limited to their anti-Semitism, anti-blackness, ideals of racial purity, and desire to initiate a global race war and Fourth Reich.
"They have a right to free speech."
In the United States, at least, they actually don't. Inciting genocide, no matter how likely, falls under inciting imminent lawless behavior, as per the Supreme Court's decision in Brandenburg v. Ohio, as does anything that presents a clear and present danger. It falls under a type of death threat, and is on the same level, legally, as making bomb threats. However, due to law enforcement and judiciary officials either not understanding this decision or not caring, this is rarely, if ever, prosecuted. Being technically legal due to incompetence or corruption is still illegal.
On top of this, the neo-Nazis' victims have a right to live, and that right is quite a bit more important than their right to repeatedly incite violence until one of them steps up and kills someone.
"You can't assault them because you disagree with them."
This ties into my second point. If a liberal can boil the desire for extermination of an entire race into an "opinion" that you can simply disagree with, then the liberal is, in essence, shifting blame away from the ones who are calling for extermination and onto the ones who wish to stop them.
It is in these manners that liberals are often called "Nazi sympathizers" or the like- by defending aspects of Nazism from criticism or reprisals, the liberal is presenting themselves as little more than a meatshield for fascists, who will gleefully thank them for the help until it's time to round liberals up too.
I must reiterate that liberals are not the enemy, despite their position as ideological opponents. Liberals, unless actively fighting for fascists, should be coached into common sense by those who understand the ramifications of a second Nazi incursion.
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Why Drinking Soda Is Bad for Your Health
Chugging down one container of pop over another may be extraordinary for your taste buds however it can seriously harm your wellbeing. In any case, the present youth is as yet fixated on these sugary refreshments. We've framed a propensity for drinking a can pretty much consistently to beat the warmth or because supper is fragmented without it.
In addition to the fact that soda brings along zero nourishing advantages, the beverage is loaded up with synthetic substances. The high substance of caffeine and sugar in these drinks gives them an addictive quality. Be that as it may, regardless of whether you believe you are snared to the propensity for overdosing on pop, dislike there is no reclamation for you. You can kick the propensity and lessen the overabundance admission of these bubbly beverages.
On the off chance that you are as yet not prepared to dump the propensity, here are some extraordinary reasons why you should.
It raises the risk of getting overweight
Soft drinks can make you fat.
These beverages contain improving operators that outcome in spiking glucose levels. Indeed, even eating routine sodas don't chop down this hazard. Their counterfeit sugar content just makes you feel progressively mindful of your sweet tooth.
The soft drink doesn't keep your craving stifled for long. It eventually prompts more desires and weariness.
It can cause diabetes
Who wants to live the rest of his life avoiding delicious foods only because his health is at constant risk?
Diabetic patients are forced to live like this. Soda can take the risk of diabetes type 2 up in men by 26%. It can also cause metabolic syndrome to develop as well.
Did you know these soft drinks exceed the limit of sugar intake set by WHO?
It can cause heart disease and stroke
Soda can raise bad cholesterol levels, triglyceride markers, and also blood pressure. This all increases the chances of being inflicted by ailments of the heart. Since soft drinks can cause weight gain, this can alert the liver to produce even more cholesterol. A study found that a single serving of soda could take the risk of stroke up by 10%.
It puts your kidneys at risk
Excess intake of soda can harm kidney functionality. A study by Harvard Medical School carried out on more than 3000 women concluded that diet cola can snowball the risk of kidney decline by two times.
Soda can cause kidney stones and kidney-related diseases because it contains high amounts of phosphoric acid fructose corn syrup.
It makes you age before time
Sodas don’t only make you stack on additional pounds, but they can also cause premature aging. Research says that people who consumed sugar-based beverages had shorter telomeres. Shorter telomeres equate to slow cell regeneration which means faster aging. Soda intake is accompanied by several health risks which can also shorten one’s lifespan.
It can damage your bones
If you are an avid soda drinker, know that it can cause osteoporosis. The high phosphoric acid content in most colas forces the body to draw out alkalizing calcium compounds from bones.
This increases the risk of fractures as well. Drinking sodas a lot can also decrease bone density. Studies show that teenage girls who consumed acidic soda faced 3 to 5 times more fractures.
It can cause tooth decay
No one wants a druggie’s smile, yet no one is ready to sacrifice soda intake. Academy of General Dentistry says that regular soda consumption can lead to tooth erosion similar to that caused by illegal drugs. The acid in the drink harms the enamel and depletes minerals. It can lead your teeth to rot. Unfortunately, damaged teeth don’t heal as bones do.
Some healthy alternatives to soda
The adverse impacts of regular soda intake on your health are vast. With this in mind, you must reduce your intake of sugar-sweetened beverages that offer no nutritional value. You might be thinking about what options you’ll be left with if you remove soda from your diet. There are plenty of options.
Switch to natural, homemade alternatives. Iced tea, sparkling water, fruit-infused water, coconut juice, plus homemade healthier sprite and sodas are some options you can explore. These are not chemical-filled and hold better nutrition for you. However, don’t forget to follow the moderation mantra.
Conclusion
At first, you may find it difficult to leave soda at once, but slowly and gradually, you’ll be able to get rid of the habit. However, it’s not necessary that you don’t drink a can ever in your life — just don’t be an addict to it. As Heather Mangieri, owner of a nutrition consulting business says, “If you’re drinking one soda on occasion … that doesn’t equate to it being necessarily unhealthy.”Therefore, devouring soda once in a blue moon shouldn’t be a problem.
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Motor Crush Vol. 1
Motor Crush Vol. 1 collects issues 1-6 of the ongoing, sci-fi/action series, written by Brenden Fletcher and illustrated by Babs Tarr. It follows Domino, a young bike racer who has her first upcoming legitimate race. However in order to live and race, she needs Crush, an illegal narcotic that affects her differently from other people. Domino acquires Crush by racing in the illegal Cannonball races, but things start going bad when her former girlfriend comes back into the picture; and so does the mafia.
This is a very fun, fast paced series. The art is absolutely gorgeous; Tarr has a real grasp on characters, and all of her designs are colorful, unique and interesting. The races move fast, the composition of the page guides your eye in the intended direction. I again, have to give props to colorist Heather Danforth, for injecting some much needed vibrancy in the panels; her colors are bright and pleasing to the eye, there’s a real sense of the different locations and moods between the different scenes, and she helps make Tarr’s art pop.
If I have one complaint about the art, it’s that a lot of the young male designs look very similar. There’s a scene at the very start of issue one, where one of the drivers Uri dies, and I legitimately thought he was the same person as Lan, Domino’s mechanic, and I was disappointed that it wasn’t a Driver X type reveal.
I generally really enjoyed the design of all the issues; a lot is conveyed about the story and setting just by the way we are consuming this story. There are pop up captions during races with the names and attributes of the drivers, and small details like ‘click here to book a hotel for the race’, or general commercials and advisories as part of the setting. This helped capture the feeling of an intensely commercial industry where everything in it is done for some kind of profit, from the robo-ball that follows Domino around asking for her statements, to Uri essentially committing suicide because he knew his management would cut him off after a bad race. It’s very similar to Street Racer, at least in terms of the setting, but the story is admittedly different.
The big flaw with the story is that there’s just too much happening at once. We have Domino’s bid to qualify for the WGP, and beat Decimus Wexler, there’s her mysterious illness that she cures with Crush, there is her missing backstory, her relationship with Lola, how the Crush and the other driver tie in with her backstory, and the Cannonball races themselves. All of these plots are interesting, but they just happen too quickly for me to really keep track of all of them, and there’s just not enough room in 6 issues to meaningfully explore all of them.
Things aren’t helped with the fact that Domio as a character is very ‘act now, ask questions later’ and as a result, we often barge in from one problem to the next, without resolving anything. As such, when elements from previous issues come back, I felt like I’d forgotten what they were, even if they only happened an issue ago, because so much happens.
The ending is a cliffhanger, and it’s enough to make me want to continue on with the series. I’m hoping that the pace will slow down, at least slightly, so we can actually develop some relationships. As is though, this is a beautifully illustrated and pretty entertaining series, and I enjoyed this first volume as a foundation for a bigger story.
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Why Drinking Soda Is Bad for Your Health
Guzzling down one can of soda over another might be great for your taste buds but it can severely damage your health. Regardless, today’s youth is still obsessed with these sugary beverages. We’ve formed a habit of drinking a can almost every day to beat the heat or just because dinner is incomplete without it.
Not only does soda bring along zero nutritional benefits but the drink is filled with chemicals. The high content of caffeine and sugar in these beverages gives them an addictive quality. However, even if you feel you are hooked to the habit of overdosing on soda, it’s not like there is no redemption for you. You can kick the habit and reduce excess intake of these fizzy drinks.
If you are still not ready to ditch the habit, here are some great reasons why you should.
It raises the risk of getting overweight
Soda can make you fat.
These drinks contain sweetening agents that result in spiking glucose levels. Even diet soft drinks don’t cut down this risk. Their artificial sugar content just makes you feel increasingly aware of your sweet tooth.
Soda doesn’t keep your appetite suppressed for long. It ultimately leads to more cravings and exhaustion.
It can cause diabetes
Who wants to live the rest of his life avoiding delicious foods only because his health is at constant risk?
Diabetic patients are forced to live like this. Soda can take the risk of diabetes type 2 up in men by 26%. It can also cause metabolic syndrome to develop as well.
Did you know these soft drinks exceed the limit of sugar intake set by WHO?
It can cause heart disease and stroke
Soda can raise bad cholesterol levels, triglyceride markers, and also blood pressure. This all increases the chances of being inflicted by ailments of the heart. Since soft drinks can cause weight gain, this can alert the liver to produce even more cholesterol. A study found that a single serving of soda could take the risk of stroke up by 10%.
It puts your kidneys at risk
Excess intake of soda can harm kidney functionality. A study by Harvard Medical School carried out on more than 3000 women concluded that diet cola can snowball the risk of kidney decline by two times.
Soda can cause kidney stones and kidney-related diseases because it contains high amounts of phosphoric acid fructose corn syrup.
It makes you age before time
Sodas don’t only make you stack on additional pounds, but they can also cause premature aging. Research says that people who consumed sugar-based beverages had shorter telomeres. Shorter telomeres equate to slow cell regeneration which means faster aging. Soda intake is accompanied by several health risks which can also shorten one’s lifespan.
It can damage your bones
If you are an avid soda drinker, know that it can cause osteoporosis. The high phosphoric acid content in most colas forces the body to draw out alkalizing calcium compounds from bones.
This increases the risk of fractures as well. Drinking sodas a lot can also decrease bone density. Studies show that teenage girls who consumed acidic soda faced 3 to 5 times more fractures.
It can cause tooth decay
No one wants a druggie’s smile, yet no one is ready to sacrifice soda intake. Academy of General Dentistry says that regular soda consumption can lead to tooth erosion similar to that caused by illegal drugs. The acid in the drink harms the enamel and depletes minerals. It can lead your teeth to rot. Unfortunately, damaged teeth don’t heal as bones do.
Some healthy alternatives to soda
The adverse impacts of regular soda intake on your health are vast. With this in mind, you must reduce your intake of sugar-sweetened beverages that offer no nutritional value. You might be thinking what options you’ll be left with if you remove soda from your diet. There are actually plenty of options.
Switch to natural, homemade alternatives. Iced tea, sparkling water, fruit-infused water, coconut juice, plus homemade healthier sprite and sodas are some options you can explore. These are not chemical-filled and hold better nutrition for you. However, don’t forget to follow the moderation mantra.
Conclusion
At first, you may find it difficult to leave soda at once, but slowly and gradually, you’ll be able to get rid of the habit. However, it’s not necessary that you don’t drink a can ever in your life — just don’t be an addict to it. As Heather Mangieri, owner of a nutrition consulting business says, “If you’re drinking one soda on occasion … that doesn’t equate to it being necessarily unhealthy.”
Therefore, devouring soda once in a blue moon shouldn’t be a problem.
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