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haggishlyhagging · 4 months

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The book list copied from feminist-reprise

Radical Lesbian Feminist Theory

A Passion for Friends: Toward a Philosophy of Female Affection, Jan Raymond

Call Me Lesbian: Lesbian Lives, Lesbian Theory, Julia Penelope

The Lesbian Heresy, Sheila Jeffreys

The Lesbian Body, Monique Wittig

Politics of Reality, Marilyn Frye

Willful Virgin: Essays in Feminism 1976-1992, Marilyn Frye

Lesbian Ethics, Sarah Hoagland

Sister/Outsider, Audre Lorde

Radical Feminist Theory – General/Collections

Freedom Fallacy: The Limits of Liberal Feminism, edited by Miranda Kiraly and Meagan Tyler

Radically Speaking: Feminism Reclaimed, Renate Klein and Diane Bell

Love and Politics, Carol Anne Douglas

The Dialectic of Sex–The Case for Feminist Revolution, Shulamith Firestone

Sisterhood is Powerful, Robin Morgan, ed.

Radical Feminism: A Documentary Reader, edited by Barbara A. Crow

Three Guineas, Virginia Woolf

Sexual Politics, Kate Millett

Radical Feminism, Anne Koedt, Ellen Levine, and Anita Rapone, eds.

On Lies, Secrets and Silence, Adrienne Rich

Beyond Power: On Women, Men and Morals, Marilyn French

Feminism Unmodified: Discourses on Life and Law, Catharine MacKinnon

Femininity and Domination: Studies in the Phenomenology of Oppression, Sandra Bartky

Life and Death, Andrea Dworkin

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, Gloria Anzaldua and Cherrie Moraga, eds.

Wildfire: Igniting the She/Volution, Sonia Johnson

Homegirls: A Black Feminist Anthology, Barbara Smith ed.

Fugitive Information, Kay Leigh Hagan

Talking Back: Thinking Feminist, Thinking Black, bell hooks

Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center, bell hooks

Deals with the Devil and Other Reasons to Riot, Pearl Cleage

Pilgrimages/Peregrinajes, Maria Lugones

In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens, Alice Walker

The Whole Woman, Germaine Greer

Right Wing Women, Andrea Dworkin

Feminist Theory – Specific Areas

Prostitution

Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution, Rachel Moran

Being and Being Bought: Prostitution, Surrogacy, and the Split Self, Kajsa Ekis Ekman

The Industrial Vagina: The Political Economy of the Global Sex Trade, Sheila Jeffreys

Female Sexual Slavery, Kathleen Barry

Women, Lesbians, and Prostitution: A Workingclass Dyke Speaks Out Against Buying Women for Sex, by Toby Summer, in Lesbian Culture: An Anthology, Julia Penelope and Susan Wolfe, eds.

Ten Reasons for Not Legalizing Prostitution, Jan Raymond

The Legalisation of Prostitution : A failed social experiment, Sheila Jeffreys

Making the Harm Visible: Global Sexual Exploitation of Women and Girls, Donna M. Hughes and Claire Roche, eds.

Prostitution, Trafficking, and Traumatic Stress, Melissa Farley

Not for Sale: Feminists Resisting Prostitution and Pornography, Christine Stark and Rebecca Whisnant, eds.

Pornography

Pornland: How Pornography Has Hijacked Our Sexuality, Gail Dines

Pornified: How Porn is Damaging Our Lives, Our Relationships, and Our Families, Pamela Paul

Pornography: Men Possessing Women, Andrea Dworkin

Pornography: The Production and Consumption of Inequality, Gail Dines

Pornography: Evidence of the Harm, Diana Russell

Pornography and Sexual Violence: Evidence of the Links (transcript of Minneapolis hearings published by Everywoman in the UK)

Rape

Against Our Will, Susan Brownmiller

Rape In Marriage, Diana Russell

Incest

Secret Trauma, Diana Russell

Victimized Daughters: Incest and the Development of the Female Self, Janet Liebman Jacobs

Battering/Domestic Violence

Loving to Survive, Dee Graham

Trauma and Recovery, Judith Herman

Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men, Lundy Bancroft

Sadomasochism/”Sex Wars”

Unleashing Feminism: Critiquing Lesbian Sadomasochism in the Gay Nineties, Irene Reti, ed.

The Sex Wars, Lisa Duggan and Nan D. Hunter, eds.

The Sexual Liberals and the Attack on Feminism, edited by Dorchen Leidholdt and Janice Raymond

Sex, Lies, and Feminism, Charlotte Croson, off our backs, June 2001

How Orgasm Politics Has Hijacked the Women’s Movement, Sheila Jeffreys

A Vision of Lesbian Sexuality, Janice Raymond, in All The Rage: Reasserting Radical Lesbian Feminism, Lynne Harne & Elaine Miller, eds.

Sex and Feminism: Who Is Being Silenced? Adriene Sere in SaidIt, 2001

Consuming Passions: Some Thoughts on History, Sex and Free Enterprise by De Clarke (From Unleashing Feminism).

Separatism/Women-Only Space

“No Dobermans Allowed,” Carolyn Gage, in Lesbian Culture: An Anthology, Julia Penelope and Susan Wolfe, eds.

For Lesbians Only: A Separatist Anthology, Julia Penelope & Sarah Hoagland, eds.

Exploring the Value of Women-Only Space, Kya Ogyn

Medicine

Witches, Midwives and Nurses: A History of Women Healers, Barbara Ehrenreich and Deirdre English

For Her Own Good: 150 Years of the Experts’ Advice to Women, Barbara Ehrenreich and Deirdre English

The Hidden Malpractice: How American Medicine Treats Women as Patients and Professionals, Gena Corea

The Mother Machine: Reproductive Technologies from Artificial Insemination to Artificial Wombs, Gena Corea

Women and Madness, Phyllis Chesler

Women, Health and the Politics of Fat, Amy Winter, in Rain And Thunder, Autumn Equinox 2003, No. 20

Changing Our Minds: Lesbian Feminism and Psychology, Celia Kitzinger and Rachel Perkins

Motherhood

Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich

The Reproduction of Mothering, Nancy Chodorow

Maternal Thinking: Toward a Politics of Peace, Sara Ruddick

Marriage/Heterosexuality

Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence, Adrienne Rich

The Spinster and Her Enemies: Feminism and Sexuality 1880-1930, Sheila Jeffreys

Anticlimax: A Feminist Perspective on the Sexual Revolution, Sheila Jeffreys

Black Macho and the Myth of the Superwoman, Michele Wallace

The Sexual Contract, Carol Pateman

A Radical Dyke Experiment for the Next Century: 5 Things to Work for Instead of Same-Sex Marriage, Betsy Brown in off our backs, January 2000 V.30; N.1 p. 24

Intercourse, Andrea Dworkin

Transgender/Queer Politics

Gender Hurts, Sheila Jeffreys

Female Erasure, edited by Ruth Barrett

Testosterone Rex: Unmaking the Myths of Our Gendered Minds, Cordelia Fine

Delusions of Gender: How Our Minds, Society, and Neurosexism Create Difference, Cordelina Fine

Sexing the Body: Gender and the Construction of Sexuality, Anne Fausto-Sterling

Myths of Gender, Anne Fausto-Sterling

Unpacking Queer Politics, Sheila Jeffreys

The Transsexual Empire: The Making of the She-Male, Janice Raymond

The Inconvenient Truth of Teena Brandon, Carolyn Gage

Language

Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Fathers’ Tongues, Julia Penelope

Websters’ First New Intergalactic Wickedary, Mary Daly

Man Made Language, Dale Spender

Feminist Theology/Spirituality/Religion

Beyond God the Father: Toward a Philosophy of Women’s Liberation, Mary Daly

Gyn/Ecology: The Metaethics of Radical Feminism, Mary Daly

The Gods and Goddesses of Old Europe, Marija Gimbutas

Woman, Church and State, Matilda Joslyn Gage

The Women’s Bible, Elizabeth Cady Stanton

Pure Lust, Mary Daly

Backlash

The War Against Women, Marilyn French

Backlash, Susan Faludi

History/Memoir

Surpassing the Love of Men, Lillian Faderman

Going Too Far: The Personal Chronicles of a Feminist, Robin Morgan

Women of Ideas, and What Men Have Done to Them, Dale Spender

The Creation of Patriarchy, Gerda Lerner

The Creation of Feminist Consciousness, From the Middle Ages to Eighteen-Seventy, Gerda Lerner

Why History Matters, Gerda Lerner

A Vindication of the Rights of Women, Mary Wollstonecraft, ed.

The Elizabeth Cady Stanton-Susan B. Anthony Reader: Correspondence, Writings, Speeches, Ellen Carol Dubois, ed., Gerda Lerner, Elizabeth Cady Stanton

The Suffragette Movement, Sylvia Pankhurst

In Our Time: Memoirs of a Revolution, Susan Brownmiller

Women, Race and Class, Angela Y. Davis

Economy

Counting for Nothing: What Men Value and What Women Are Worth, Marilyn Waring

For-Giving: A Feminist Criticism of Exchange, Genevieve Vaughn

Fat/Body Image/Appearance

Shadow on a Tightrope: Writings by Women on Fat Oppression, Lisa Schoenfielder and Barb Wieser

Beauty and Misogyny: Harmful Cultural Practices in the West, Sheila Jeffreys

Can’t Buy My Love: How Advertising Changes the Way We Think and Feel, Jean Kilbourne

The Beauty Myth, Naomi Wolf

Unbearable Weight: Feminism, Western Culture, and the Body, Susan Bordo

The Invisible Woman: Confronting Weight Prejudice in America, Charisse Goodman

Women En Large: Photographs of Fat Nudes, Laurie Toby Edison and Debbie Notkin

Disability

With the Power of Each Breath: A Disabled Women’s Anthology, Susan E. Browne, Debra Connors, and Nanci Stern

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thousandfireworks · 2 months

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Authors whose books you have to avoid because they are problematic.

Abigail Hing Wen.

Alex Aster.

Alice Hoffman.

Alice Oseman.

Alison Win Scotch. ‘Terrorism is never acceptable. Not in Israel.’

Allie Sarah.

Amber Kelly.

Amy Harmon.

Annabelle Monaghan.

Anna Akana.

Aurora Parker.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz.

Brandon Sanderson. Islamophobic.

Carissa Broadbent. Said that hamas is doing violence against innocence.

Chloe Walsh. Siding with Israel in the name of humanity.

Christina Lauren. Believe that Israel is the victim. A racist, also Islamophobic.

Colleen Hoover.

Cora Reilly. Travel to Israel despite criticism.

Danielle Bernstein. Islamophobic.

Danielle Lori.

Deke Moulton. Said hamas is terrorist.

Dian Purnomo.

Eliza Chan.

Elle Kennedy.

Elyssa Friedland.

Emily Henry.

Emily Mclntire.

Emily St. J. Mandel. Admiring Israel.

Gabrielle Zevin. Wrote a book about anti-Palestine. Mentioned Israel multiple times without context on his book.

Gregory Carlos. Israeli author. A zionist.

Hannah Whitten.

Hazel Hayes. Reposted a post about October 7th.

Heidi Shertok.

Jamie McGuire.

Jay Shetty. ‘Violence is happening in Israel.’

Jean Meltzer.

Jeffery Archer. Wrote a book with a mc Israel operative (mossad) in a positive and anti terrorist light.

Jennifer Hartman. Liked a post about pro-Israel.

Jen Calonita.

Jessa Hastings.

Jill Santopolo. Said that Israel has right to exist and fight back.

John Green.

Jojo Moyes.

J. Elle.

J. K. Rowling. Support genocide. Racist. Islamophobic.

Kate Canterbery.

Kate Stewart.

Katherine Howe.

Katherine Locke.

Kristin Hannah. Support Israel. Shared a donation link.

Laini Taylor.

Laura Thalassa. Islamophobic.

Lauren Wise. Cussed that Palestinian supporters would be raped in front of children.

Lea Geller. Thanked people who supports Israel.

Leigh Stein.

Lilian Harris. A racist. Blocking people who educates about colonialism in Palestine and call them disgusting.

Lisa Barr. A daughter of Holocaust survivor. Support Israel.

Lisa Kennedy Montgomery.

Lisa Steinke.

Liz Fenton.

Lynn Painter. Afraid of getting cancelled as a pro-Palestine and posted a template afterwards.

L. J. Shen. Her husband joins idf (Israel army).

Mariana Zapata.

Marie Lu.

Marissa Meyer.

Melissa de la Cruz.

Michelle Cohen Corasanti.

Michelle Hodkin. Spread false rumors about arab-hamas. Islamophobic.

Mitch Albom. ‘We shouldn't blame Israel for surviving attacks or defending against them.’

Monica Murphy. Siding with Israel.

Naomi Klein.

Navah Wolfe.

Neil Gaiman. Suggested Palestinians unite with Israel and become citizens.

Nicholas Sparks.

Nic Stone. Talked nonsense that children in Palestinian refugee camp are training to be martyrs for Allah because they felt it was their call in life.

Nyla K.

Olivia Wildenstein. Blocking people who disagree with Israel wrongdoing.

Pamela Becker.

Penelope Douglas.

Pierce Brown.

Rachel Lynn Solomon.

Rebecca G. Martinez.

Rebecca Yarros. ‘I despise violence’ her opinion about what's happening in Gaza. Blocking people who calls her a zionist.

Rena Rossner.

Renee Ahdieh.

Rick Riordan.

Rina Kent.

Rivka (noctem.novelle).

Rochelle Weinstein.

Romina Garber. ‘These terrorist attacks do nothing to improve the lives of Palestinians people.’

Roshani Chokshi. Encourage people to donate to Israel.

Samantha Greene Woodruff.

Sarah J. Mass. Her book contained ideology of zionism.

Skye Warren.

Sonali Dev.

Talia Carner.

Tarryn Fisher. Said ‘there was terrorist attack in Israel.’

Taylor Jenkins Reid. Posted a video about genocide.

Tere Liye. Rumoured to have ghoswriters to write his books and never give credit to them.

Tillie Cole.

Tracy Deon.

Trinity Traveler (Ade Perucha Hutagaol). Rumour to wrote book about handsome Israelis.

T. J. Klune.

Uri Kurlianchik.

Veronica Roth.

Victoria Aveyard. ‘Israel has the right to exist.’ quote from her about the issue.

V. E. Schwab. Shared a donation link and video about Israel.

Yuval Noah. ‘Israel has the right to do anything to defend themselves.’

Zibby Owens.

#boycott israel #boycott zionist #free palestine

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devosopmaandag · 15 days

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Tijd genoeg om erover na te denken

Ik nam een borduurwerk mee naar hier in Saint Julien le Petit, en maakte het in de eerste paar dagen af. Dwars door de letters van de woorden ER ZIJN heen is een soort tak in heel dunne lijnen geborduurd. Er zijn vlekken, kleine vormen, een bloemachtige wolk en een ornament die deels de letters bedekken. De letter N is voor de helft verdwenen. Onder alles is een raster te zien, en daar weer onder een vlekkerige, donkere achtergrond. Je hoeft geen filosoof te zijn om daar een commentaar in te zien op dat vanzelfsprekende zijn van ons.

Het is niet de meest snelle manier om zo'n zinnebeeld of 'emblema' te maken. Van de zestiende tot de achttiende eeuw waren emblemata heel populair. Een realistisch beeld werd gekoppeld aan een spreuk, een begrip een wijsheid. Ik doe het dus abstracter en plaats het begrip zelf in een omgeving die het 'becommentarieert'. Dat borduren gaat zo langzaam, dat ik vanzelf ga nadenken over wat dat 'er zijn' eigenlijk betekent. Die woorden klinken wat losjes, een vanzelfsprekendheid, alsof het om een steen in een plas water gaat, alsof dat er-zijn van ons heel gewoon is.

En weer wachtte een stuk meegenomen stramien, dat verkocht wordt onder de naam 'Penelope'. Odysseus, haar echtgenoot, zou omgekomen zijn, en nieuwe huwelijkskandidaten stonden te dringen. Penelope beweerde dat zij pas een keuze kon maken als het weven van de lijkwade voor haar schoonvader gedaan was, maar iedere dag haalde zij uit wat zij overdag geweven had. Stramien wordt nog steeds geproduceerd, niets hoeft te worden uitgehaald om de handen van borduursters en borduurders gaande te houden. Het is een mooie bijkomstigheid dat we gisteren in Aubusson waren, het centrum van de tapisserie in Frankrijk.

Ik besloot de woorden HET ZELF te borduren. Misschien kwam dat omdat ik een essay* van filosoof Jan Bor aan het lezen ben. Hij wist als snel dat zijn studie filosofie hem niet de inzichten had verschaft en zou verschaffen waarnaar hij op zoek was. Die zocht hij met name in het Zen-Boeddhisme en de Indiase filosofie. De vraag 'wie ben ik?' houdt hem zijn hele leven bezig. Naast de publieke ik, zo beweert hij, is de mens “een onbekend, gemaskeerd, verborgen, in die zin dieper ik. [–] Ze wijst voorbij aan het denkende ik, inclusief het het zelfbeeld dat we meedragen, aangezien dat ook maar een gedachte is.”

Langzaam maar zeker raakt dat nieuwe stuk stramien met die twee woorden weer gevuld. Ik schat het aantal uren dat ik er tot nu toe aan gewerkt heb op ruim veertig. Opnieuw gaat het langzaam, en omdat ik geen ontwerp vooraf maak, zijn er vele uren waarin de ideeën over het zelf al bordurende groeien. Ik zou niet dat diepere zelf van Bor durven borduren (aangezien dat onbekend, gemaskeerd en verborgen is), maar ik toon dat grote vermeende zelf van ons, dat veel ruimte in beslag neemt, en dat helemaal niet zo soeverein is als we graag denken.

* 'Wat is wijsheid – Een filosofische zoektocht'| Jan Bor | Uitgeverij Bert Bakker 2012

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ogdencollegerp · 1 year

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FEBRUARY 2ND, 2023

BREAKING NEWS:

UPDATE IN SEARCH FOR MISSING OGDEN COLLEGE STUDENT

Though it has been months of the investigation team believing that Greer Morrison fled from Ogden College willingly, recent updates have led to the belief that she may have been chased off, and that there are people out there who know why. In fact, an unnamed source has reported that they overheard the student who came to her tragic demise on a school trip, Penelope Klein, saying that she knew why Greer Morrison left only shortly before her death. In addition an anonymous source provided information about flights she may have taken out of the country last spring, though the flight returning to the states has no proof of her actually being on it. This lead has been investigation, and it has returned no further information about Greer’s whereabouts.

We have also learned that the time capsule video of Greer had not been kept in the files where the rest of the students were when officers originally looked, and when leaked, it contained damning information on several students - like the allegation of her then boyfriend using steroids. This claim was corroborated when his room was searched previously this semester, leading to his expulsion. With all of this information coming to light, it has been confirmed Penelope Klein’s death is being investigated as a murder. Greer Morrison is still considered missing, and she may be aware of sensitive information. Any additional leads will be reported.

When the news story broke, Ogden College’s idyllic campus grew uneasy. It was horrible enough to think of one of their classmates dying on what had been supposed to be a nice, relaxing trip for all of them after a terrible semester. But learning that someone - likely someone on the trip with them - had killed her ?? It was unfathomable. And left students to wonder…if someone killed THE TEACHER’S PET to prevent the truth about where Greer went from getting out, was it possible that they had killed THE GOLDEN GIRL too ??

And with Greer still being investigated, along with this apparent sensitive information she was aware of...did one of them have to worry about being next ??

#ogdenplot #death tw

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ollieinoue · 10 months

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IC TASK 005: THE HART OF THE MATTER

One moment Ollie had said he thought this was a stupid idea that he wasn't going to participate in, that there was no way this was for anyone's benefit other than making money off Ogden student's pain and trauma. But of course the Dean would sign off on this. The next moment he was sitting in a chair across from Jesse's dad, blinking rapidly at him like he must have just shown up out of no where. It wasn't the first time Ollie had ended up somewhere and had no idea how he got there, nor would it be the last, but fuck if this wasn't a terrible time to have that happen. He felt a bubble of panic rise in his chest until it felt like it was threatening to close his throat.

"I don't think I should be here..."

Who signed off on this?

Ollie was halfway standing up when a glass of water had been shoved into his hands by some underpaid assistant, or intern who did not have the time to deal with what they imagined was probably stage fright, and not a panic attack from someone who was completely blitzed out of their mind. Then there was a firm hand on his wrist, that Ollie's eyes followed, hand arm, shoulder, oh that was connected to Jesse's dad. Suddenly he was glued to the chair underneath the man's gaze. Oof. Ollie had been around the block a few times in his life, he'd dealt with a lot of really bad people. He knew an evil person when he saw one - and he wasn't just biased from everything he'd inferred from the very brief conversation he'd had with Jesse about his dad, either. This man was an asshole. He didn't even have to open his mouth, and Ollie already did not like him.

"Don't be nervous."

He was in the midst of denial, nearly shaking his head, and the tongue on the roof of his mouth. No, he wasn't nervous. That was not the problem. Before he could however Jesse's dad was already turning towards some person behind the cameras.

"Let's start."

Fuck...

“It’s a tough year to be a student at Ogden College with the tragic passing of Penelope Klein. And of course, we can’t forget the ongoing missing persons case surrounding beloved student, Greer Morrison. I know that Dean Zuko insisted on free on-campus counseling set up for all students. Have you made use of it?”

Ollie stared. Eyes wide, and mouth slightly open, letting the silence hang between them for a number of seconds that could have turned into minutes, that could have turned into hours, that could have turned into days for all he knew. It felt like that long. Long enough he wasn't even sure of what the question had been anymore. Long enough he wasn't sure where he was again, until he took another few moments to look around and get his barrings. Oh, right. Fuck.

"Mr. Inoue...?"

His head snapped back towards Jesse's dad. Fuck. Okay. Time to force his brain to work. "Is that not what this is?" Ollie asked, smiling as sweetly as he possibly could. And he spoke with so much heart felt sincerity that he had to almost pause and ask himself if he might be a little bit psychotic. "I've been waiting for you to come save us all, Jesse's Dad."

He swore he saw something glint in the man's eye, but not enough to stop him, unfortunately. Very unfortunately.

Ollie gave a silent tilt of his head, furrowing his eyebrows. That wasn't true was it? Was he completely misremembering what Link had told him when they'd gotten back to the dorms? He was extremely high at the present moment, so he really didn't feel confident enough to ask any questions. All he could really do was sport a confused look on his face as Jesse's dad continued speaking.

"... We’ve been told that Penelope organized some things for people to complete to make it through that night together. Were you one of them? What did you get up to during the blackout?”

"I cut my hair," he said, a bright smile chasing away the questioning look he'd given Jesse's dad. He bounced a little excited in his seat, as he brought his hand up to fiddle with his fringe. "I gave myself bangs. During the blackout. Which is pretty daring. But I like to live on the edge. -- but you mean when ... Right." Ollie visibly wilted, chewing on his bottom lip. "Uh, Penny told me to go with Milo Navarro to check how full the supplies in the kitchen pantry were. Just in case we got snowed in, I guess. What about you guys over in your chalet? Did you go anywhere? N-no? Okay..." They were moving on, he guessed he wasn't getting the answers to his own questions.

“In the wake of tragedy, it can be hard to recall things in detail. The brain has its own ways of protecting itself in high-stress situations, and I know that the police have been a near-constant presence on campus this year. This is not that; I want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to share whatever you want about that night. Did you see anything? Hear anything?”

There is something in the words that Jesse's dad said, that made Ollie want to pull his knees up to his chest and curl into the fetal position. Something bubbling in his stomach that made the panic rise in him again, threatening to burst out. This had to be among the top ten times he'd felt the most unsafe in his life. "No, I didn't see, or hear anything. Me and Milo got locked in the pantry and weren't let out until after-" his throat closed briefly and Ollie felt like he was choking on his words. He left them there. Until After...

“Obviously, we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. If you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? Would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?"

He gave a sound halfway between a scoff and a snort. "No," Ollie stated, confident in that at the very least. "Like I said we were locked in a tiny little pantry together. Milo was within touching distance of me the entire time."

“Now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, I have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” A picture of Greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. All eyes but Donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “This photo is shocking, I know. It was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. Do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

Ollie stared up at the photograph struck to a very long silence again. His eyes wide, and mouth open once more. He felt the bubbling in his stomach again, like he was going to be sick. Part of him wished he would be, just lean forward and vomit all over stupid Jesse's dad's lap. But instead he swallowed the burning in his throat, eyes darting back to the man sitting in front of him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped. "Why the fuck do you think it would be a good idea to show that picture to anybody? Are you showing it to the people who have known her since they were children? Her fucking siblings? Oh, I guess it's more important to re-traumatize a bunch of people for the views. Do you have a pic of Penny's dead body too? Fuck off."

“Do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? Or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

"I don't know, Jesse's Dad, aren't you the psychology professional? Why don't you tell me?"

"Finally, it's been discovered that Penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why Greer had left. Do you think that has anything to do with this photo? Do you know why she might have left? Even though being honest about it may seem scary, I promise you, it's the right thing to do. It's the only way we can protect you."

Ollie let out an angry noise in the back of his throat, "protect me from what? From Dean Zuko who is more than happy to take a fucking kickback to exploit his students if that means he gets more money from you? Nah," he said, laughing as he reached up pulling at the microphone that had been clipped onto his shirt. "Fuck that. You want to know why Greer left? Probably to get away from this bullshit school." He continued to struggle with the mic, swatting away an assistant who came over to maybe help, or maybe stop him. Eventually he managed to toss it down onto the ground. "Don't worry about 'protecting me' I hope I'm fucking next. If it means I don't have to deal with assholes like you, and the Dean anymore."

#task 05 .#ic task 05 .#self para .#drug mention tw #drug use tw #vomit mention tw #this wasn't what I meant it to be...#if this were a tv show ollie would be dying next lmao

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kikibumblesqueaks · 3 months

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lol I love all of these cookies and yes I’d love to be your zebra buddy (you can call me that, it’s really cute), sorry for confusing your followers lol 😂

so what are your comfort characters on the topic of it, with a few tickles. Mine are

most how to train your dragon character (both humans and dragons, just imagine getting tickled by hiccup and toothless, I would die from joy :C

My little pony (all the main six, I’m obsessed and discord, he must be an insane ler!)

Sonic characters (like sonic and shadow just are so fun with their rivalry and tails inventing tickle machines!)

My hero academia (just all my boys midoria, kirishima, bakugo, todoroki oh and Mina and Momo. They are just so adorable and super powers with tickles, maybe some endurance training :O)

I recently feel in love with the dsmp (so like the dream team, bench trio, technobalde was a more recent one and philza! The awesome dad figure.

a few random ones are

dogday, he called us angel TnT and huggy wuggy and kissy missy

the cast of inside out!

Reck it Ralph, such cool uncle vibes and Penelope, an annoying like sister.

oh and cookieswirlC, stampylongnose, popularmmos TnT my childhood

lol I went on a rampage, sorry, hoof bump lol ❤️🦓😂

*hands you some cookies* 🤲🍪🍪

Hehe cute Zebra🥰🦓

I feel too self conscious to divulge all of my comfort characters😖👉👈 But I’ll name a few hehe🙈 Soft!Lady Dimitrescu (RE8), Roxanne Wolf (FNAF), Harley Quinn (any version), Maleficent (Angelina Jolie version), Tauriel (The Hobbit trilogy), Helena Klein (Lovestruck app).

Mostly though I actually just like tickles from my imaginary romantic partner. Before anyone makes fun of me, I have maladaptive daydreaming disorder as a trauma response because of all the shit that’s happened to me over the course of my life and it’s my #1 coping mechanism to get through my daily life without SH and frequent breakdowns. (My therapist says it’s valid and it’s not unhealthy). Most of my days are spent with one foot in reality and the other foot in my safe imaginary world with my partner that I consider to be my internal voice of reason and comfort💜 It’s not something I normally talk about publicly but perhaps there are more people like me out there than I thought👉👈

These are all so cute and valid hehehe!!!🥰🥰🥰 Omg the Poppy Playtime characters hehe, I feel like Mommy Long Legs would be a great ler🙈

*hoof bump*🦓😂

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gredandforgeweatherby · 1 year

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Welcome To Easttown

The flayings of Easttown pt. 1

Summary: The BAU travels to Easttown for a case

Warnings: Death, graphic descriptions of death and flaying, swearing,

WC: 1.2k

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Joyce Davidson awoke suddenly at the sound of her phone ringing. After getting only a few hours of sleep, she groggily felt around her nightstand for her phone. Once she grabbed it, she finally opened her eyes to see who was calling:

Penny

Groaning at the early call, she answered.

“Sorry to wake you but we got a case. It’s pretty urgent.”

Gaining the ability to speak, Joyce quietly replied,

“I’ll be there in thirty.”

Hanging up the phone, Joyce was finally able to read the time on the screen of her phone.

6:14

Begrudgingly dragging herself out of bed, she made her way toward her bathroom for a shower and to brush her teeth. Fifteen minutes later, she was getting dressed, putting on a bit of makeup, and grabbing her keys. She grabbed a breakfast bar before heading out her door and locking it, making her way to her car.

Exactly thirty minutes after Penelope called her, Joyce Davidson was opening the doors of the bullpen to be greeted by her bustling around.

“Everyone’s at the round table except Rossi and Morgan, they’re both a few minutes away.”

Walking up the stairs toward the debriefing room with Penelope, Joyce looks over at the files in her hands and asks,

“How bad is it?”

Penelope looked frazzled.

“On a scale from one to never wanting to leave the safety of my tech cave ever again, I’d say it’s never wanting to leave the safety of my tech cave.”

Joyce said nothing.

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“Five women in Easttown, Pennsylvania have been found dead. Their bodies were found naked, with the exception of the latest victim who was found fully clothed, though the clothes were not hers. And here’s the real kicker, each of the victims had been flayed.”

That had brought everyone's attention up to Penelope.

“Flayed, was that the cause of death?” Emily questioned, flipping through her file to find the medical examiner's report.

“No. The cause of death was blood loss, which the flaying contributed to, but, the M.E. report concluded that the flaying was most likely just a way to torture the victims.”

“So they were alive,” JJ stated. Penelope nodded in confirmation, though no one really needed her to.

“Could it be the unsub’s signature?” Derek questioned.

“It’s possible, however, flaying was historically used either as torture, as Garcia said, or as a form of execution. Though most sources state its origin in the middle ages, In Kleine Kulturgeschichte der Haut, author Ernst k. Jung provided an essay of flaying dating back all the way to the Neo-Assyrian, the king actually seemed to gloat ab–”

“Reid.” Hotch interrupted his face as serious and stone-cold as ever. Reid stopped in his tracks, mouthing a sorry and awkwardly pulling his lips into a line.

“Easttown’s a tight night community, with the last time a murder happened being a few years ago. Nothing like this though. The plane ride's short so we won’t have time to debrief until we get there. Their chief was very insistent that we come, so, wheels up in twenty. ”

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After the short plane ride, the BAU arrived in Easttown. Walking into the police station, the team of seven was met by the chief of police. He extended his hand toward Hotch, who took it.

“Agent Hotchner, Chief Carter, thank you so much for coming. We really need your help. The chief said dropping Hotch’s hand as he began introducing the team.

“No problem. These are agents Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Jareau, Davidson, and Dr. Reid.” The aforementioned agents (and doctor) nodded their heads in greeting.

“Nice to meet you all,” said the chief before turning, “Follow me, I’ll let you guys get set up.

The seven followed him into a conference room with white boards set up. Chief Carter then left them to do their job while he went back to his office. The team quickly debriefed before Hotch told them their assignments.

“Prentiss, JJ, Morgan, I want you guys to go to the latest victim’s house, talk to the parents, see if you can find anything. Rossi and I will go to the scene, Davidson and Reid, I want you to stay here and work on the geographical profile.”

They nodded their heads in acknowledgment to their tasks, Davidson and Reid setting up at a corkboard while the rest of the team was leaving.

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Twenty or so minutes had passed and Reid and Davidson sat in the conference discussing different aspects of the case.

“The fourth victim, Maisy Ware, lived three miles from where her body was found, Rowan Huffman was found four, Maddie Bernard 5.”

“Chester is small, he can’t be too far.”

What if he doesn’t live in Chester and only comes here for his victims? Joyce questioned aloud.

“It’s possible, but flaying takes time and a place to do it. If he didn’t live here he would have to own a property or something here to be able to bring his victims to and flay them. Coming here, taking someone, bringing them back to where he lives, then dumping them back here would be too risky.” Reid said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Reid and Davidson continued to talk about the case. In the middle of his sentence, Reid was interrupted by two voices.

“I’m telling you I’m right.”

“Mare, come on, he was totally checking you out, even I picked up on that.” The man punctuated his sentence with his eyes shooting up at the other two people in the room. The woman, Mare, and the man stared at Reid and Davidson, them doing the same before Mare spoke up.

“Who the hell are you two?”

Reid and Davidson looked at each other with widened eyes, their mouths open a bit. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Joyce spoke up.

“Um, I’m Agent Davidson, this is Dr. Reid, we’re with the FBI.”

“The FBI?” The man asked.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Your chief called us in to assist on the recent flayings here.”

The man stood there, looking grateful that they were getting help, whereas the woman looked annoyed.

“Chief didn’t tell us he was bringing anyone in.” And with that, she left the conference room, presumably to talk to Chief Carter.

The man she left behind stood there a bit awkward, staring a Joyce and Spencer, them staring right back. After what seemed like an eternity, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“She doesn’t always take well to people on the outside working on her cases, she was the same with me. That’s Detective Sheehan, I’m Detective Zabel.” He gave the two of them a small smile, holding his hand out for them to shake. Joyce took it happily, a “nice to meet you” exiting her mouth, while Reid pressed his lips in an awkward line and waved. Detective Zabel looked a bit perplexed but dropped his hand quickly.

“Uh, anyway, I guess I’ll leave you two to do your job. If you need anything from the case my office is just down the hall to your right, the third door. It’s labeled.” He turned to walk out the door, making it a few steps past the threshold before pausing and reentering the conference room. Joyce and Spencer had already turned back to their board, not expecting him to be back.

He flashed them a smile, this time it showed off the dimples in his cheeks.

“Welcome to Easttown.”

#criminall minds #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #derek morgan #david rossi #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #mare of easttown #mare of easttown x oc #colin zabel #colin zabel x oc #bau!oc #evan perters x oc #evan perters x reader #colin zabel x reader

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R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned will be released on Blu-ray, DVD, and Digital on November 15 via Universal Pictures. The 2022 supernatural action comedy is a prequel to 2013’s R.I.P.D.

Paul Leyden (Come Back to Me) directs from a script he co-wrote with Andrew Klein (MacGyver), based on the 1999 comic book by Peter M. Lenkov and Lucas Marangon. Jeffrey Donovan, Penelope Mitchell, Jake Choi, Richard Brake, Kerry Knuppe, Rachel Adedeji, and Evlyne Oyedokun star.

No special features are included. The trailer and synopsis can be found below. You can also watch the first eight minutes of the movie here.

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The Wild West has gone to Hell, literally, and the world's best hope of being saved lies in the gun-slinging hands of Sheriff Roy Pulsipher (Jeffrey Donovan) as he becomes the newest officer for the Rest In Peace Department (R.I.P.D.) enforcing the afterlife's laws. If the Old West was wild while he was alive, wait until Roy sees how weird it gets once he dies. Roy thought joining the R.I.P.D. would give him a chance to revisit his daughter and solve the mystery of his murder. Instead, he has his holsters full with havoc and hellfire when he's given a mission to stop a dangerous demon from opening a portal to the underworld. The fate of the living and the dead now depends on Roy and his partner Jeanne (Penelope Mitchell), a mysterious swordswoman, as cowboys clash with creatures and undead insanity unleashes apocalyptic chaos.

Pre-order R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned.

#ripd #r.i.p.d.#r.i.p.d. 2 #ripd 2 #jeffrey donovan #penelope mitchell #dvd #gift #paul leyden #richard brake #jake choi #r.i.p.d. 2: rise of the damned #sequel

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milonavarroo · 10 months

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IC TASK 005: THE HART OF THE MATTER

There was one reason Milo was here, and one reason only. And that was his own public image. News was spreading more and more outside of Ogden and the surrounding area about Greer being missing, about Penny's death. He'd started getting questions about it. Fans tweeting at him with questions - especially the ones who followed him closely enough to put together that 'Greer Morrison' was the girl who had been his tennis partner. He'd shared tons of pictures of them on his instagram. Sports reporters asking if he could give some insight on what was happening. Things like that. He hadn't, yet, of course. He thought it would be a really bad fucking idea. His team agreed as well.

However, the more publicity this situation was getting the less he could remain silent on it. That was what his team had said. Especially with how poorly his interrogation with the police had gone. No one knew about it. Yet. But how long until they did? He had to get in front of this. Do this interview with a popular daytime TV personality and be on his best behavior. Make people sympathetic, and whatever the cops ended up saying, if they ever ended up saying anything, would not effect his public image.

That was the plan. "Good afternoon," he said, as he took a seat across from Donovan Hart, a pleasant (and fake) smile on his face. He'd been doing things like this since he was about sixteen years old. This shouldn't be a problem.

"I am already seeing somebody," Milo said, slowly, giving a bit of a smile. He had been seeing a therapist since he was 16 and his public image went into the toilet after throwing a tennis racket so hard into a fence it smashed. His PR agent told him he needed to make a show of 'getting better', so that was what he'd done. Turns out … he kinda fucking needed it, so he kept going even after the storm had passed. "Mental health is very important to me," at least that was the line he'd been given, "so, I think it's a great idea to offer it to students who are unable to see professionals out of pocket. I'm sure they've been busy." He doubted anybody who really needed the help was actually spending their time making use of any on campus counseling. Frankly, he wouldn't trust the people the Dean had hired for it anyway. He doubted they were really prepared for the problems that Ogden students had to offer.

“There was that nasty storm that knocked out the power at the resort, I remember. That got a little dicey, huh? Parents and staff all congregated in the faculty chalet, but you kids were on the other side of the resort. We’ve been told that Penelope organized some things for people to complete to make it through that night together. Were you one of them? What did you get up to during the blackout?”

"Yes, I was partnered with Ollie Inoue to go check the kitchen pantry for supplies," Milo explained. As long as he was being tossed these softball questions then maybe this wasn't going to be too terrible. He was getting the strong feeling Donovan Hart was phoning it in, anyway. "We didn't know how long any of this was going to last, and there was the possibility of us getting snowed in. So, Penny wanted to make sure that we were stocked up on food in case the worst happened."

Yes. Milo didn't say that though. But yes, he had heard something. He'd heard footsteps, and he heard someone closing the door on him and Ollie to lock them in the pantry together. He thought about it often. What was the real reason for that? Had somebody been trying to make sure there was no possibility of witnesses for whatever happened to Penny? Milo hadn't mentioned any of those thoughts though, because … Well, he didn't want to get involved. And the last person he was going to tell about it was Donovan fucking Hart. "No," Milo said with a casual smile, "Ollie can be pretty chatty, so mostly I just heard him talking."

"Not possible," Milo said, simply. Not even in any stretch of the imagination. "Ollie and I weren't let out of the pantry until the lights turned back on. We were together the whole time."

Milo was not the sort of person who hid his feelings well. That made the fact he'd been strong armed into this interview by his team extremely unfortunate, because he was supposed to be making himself look good in the court of public opinion. It didn't matter what the police thought if everyone else thought he was an innocent bystander. Which he was! But it meant that he had to keep his anger in check. He knew how these things went. He knew how much in interviews ended up on the cutting room floor just to show what the producers and people in charge wanted to show. Milo knew how these things always went, which was why he hadn't wanted to do this in the first place. Unfortunately here he was, and now he just had to make sure that he didn't give them anything that could be used against him in any way what so ever.

There was a difference between knowing something intellectually, and being able to follow through with that thing, however.

There was that hot feeling of anger that flashed through Milo. Outraged that anyone thought it was a good idea to do this. Show that picture, or do this interview. "How the fuck would I know?" Milo snapped. "Isn't more likely that you or one of the faculty members must have taken and vandalized it? If that's where it was found." Why was this on the shoulders of him, or his peers at all?

“Do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? Or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

Milo glared at this joke of a fucking TV personality in front of him. "Ask. The. Faculty," he said through his teeth.

'It's the only way we can protect you.' "What are you the fucking cops?" Milo snapped again, unable to help himself though he knew the moment it left his mouth it should not have. "This interview is over. I know bad faith questions when I hear them, I know when I'm being steamrolled. Don't fuck me with, Donovan." He said, standing up from his seat and heading about as far as he could get away before he was stopped by some staff to remove his mic, and whatever else they needed.

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ironlvngs · 10 months

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☆ — TASK 005: THE HART OF THE MATTER

there is absolutely nothing that link wanted to do less in the world right now. in fact, he’d much rather walk right off the edge of a skyscraper than speak to fucking donovan hart on his tv show. but would that really be helping his case ? their initial response to this was going to be fuck no, but if link played this one right, then he might get himself out of that hole that ‘blackmailing his dad’ put him in. so, he walks in, trying to play a part he knows so well — shoving all of his distaste and distrust for the person in front of him behind a mask; a smile and and a good attitude !

“ it’s a pleasure to meet you, dr. hart. your reputation precedes you. ” link keeps up with a smile as he continues to kiss ass. as much as he would like to fantasize about hitting him and every other rich ‘donator’ of this school over the head with a brick, it would be pretty good to win over a powerful man like that with a little bit of charm and a lot of ego-boosting. they exchange niceties and agonizing small talk, and finally, they begin with the questions.

“it’s a tough year to be a student at ogden college with the tragic passing of penelope klein. and of course, we can’t forget the ongoing missing persons case surrounding beloved student, greer morrison. i know that dean zuko insisted on free on-campus counseling set up for all students. have you made use of it?”

maybe this was going to be one of the tougher times for link, to keep the mask on and in tact. it was taking a lot of willpower to not answer the way he really wanted to answer. “ to be honest, dr. hart, i’ve tried but... it hasn’t always been easy for me to talk about these things. just — how i feel in general. ” which was the truth. except here, link would spin it in a better light. “ i don’t think i’ve ever been through losing people dear to me like this before. ” they have. in many ways. “ — so, i’m still just trying to take it step by step. ”

“there was that nasty storm that knocked out the power at the resort, i remember. that got a little dicey, huh? parents and staff all congregated in the faculty chalet, but you kids were on the other side of the resort. we’ve been told that penelope organized some things for people to complete to make it through that night together. were you one of them? what did you get up to during the blackout?”

the moment that donavan said that the staff and parents had all been gathered in the faculty chalet, link was trying so hard to keep up the expression on his facial features. either donavan was a filthy fucking liar, or mari and link got something wrong — and link was willing to bet that the former was much more likely. “ yes, actually, penelope had sent me and another student — ” keeping her name out of it, just in case, “ — to go to the faculty chalet for some kind of contact but evidently, we never really made it there. the storm was too harsh, we had a bad feeling about being away from the group and so we just... turned back. ” link says with a shrug, going along perfectly with whatever lie hart was trying to set up. and now more than ever, link was curious to know where the fuck they were during that night.

“in the wake of tragedy, it can be hard to recall things in detail. the brain has its own ways of protecting itself in high-stress situations, and i know that the police have been a near-constant presence on campus this year. this is not that; i want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to share whatever you want about that night. did you see anything? hear anything?”

bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. “ — i don’t know about safe and comfortable when it comes to an audience. ” his mask was slipping, but link lets out a small laugh and smiles his best fucking smile to play it off as a joke, and adjusts himself in the chair, yelling at himself to pull it together. “ but like i said, we had a bad feeling and decided to just go back and stick with the group. we didn’t see anything. ” that much was true, but the concerning part is the fact that they didn’t find anything or anyone in that chalet.

“obviously, we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. if you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?”

what kind of questions were these ? it was starting to feel like it was another police interrogation. only this time, there was a camera and an audience involved. how the hell was this supposed to make anyone feel safe and comfortable ? “ like i said, nothing out of the ordinary. ” he smiles again, this time fantasizing about coming straight for him and singeing off his hairline with his lighter. people like donavan hart were a disease in this world — did we not learn from dr. phil ??

“now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, I have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” a picture of greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. all eyes but donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “this photo is shocking, i know. it was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

link turns to the screen, and their heart almost felt like stopped for a moment, falling straight into their stomach. it was seeing pictures of greer, or videos — it still pulled at a tangled knot in his stomach that formed since her disappearance. but to see the crossed out face was another thing, only confirming the growing suspicions that there was real malice in this case. link’s wishful theory of her running off somewhere and leaving them all behind was becoming miniscule, and he was running out of threads to hold onto. “ — what the fuck is this ? ” link’s eyes were first glued to the screen, and then back to donovan. “ so you think it’s a great idea to use it for shock value on your fucking show ? ” to be honest, since the whole blackmail thing came to light, link was still fighting to keep themself together. so much for painting himself in a better light — though, he wasn’t sure if this would make the edited cut. they clear their throat, and look down to their feet. there was still a chance to salvage this, though. “ i’m — i apologize, i just... no, i have no idea. you don’t think the police would have heard by now if i did ? ” his eyes go back to that photo for a moment, feeling a bit of ache. there was a bit of an uncomfortable pause, before donovan went on.

“do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

“ i’m guessing you might have better luck questioning the staff and faculty about why it was in their chalet, not us. ” he does throw a little bit of venom in his tone, but link couldn’t help it anymore. it was rare, almost never at all, to see link unravel and lose it just a little bit like this. throughout this whole academic year, the stress that he’s been feeling felt similar to everything his younger self had to go through, and facing that feeling always left him in a dark place.

"finally, it's been discovered that penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why greer had left. do you think that has anything to do with this photo? do you know why she might have left? even though being honest about it may seem scary, i promise you, it's the right thing to do. it's the only way we can protect you."

for someone who tried to separate himself from the cops, he definitely knows how to talk out of his ass like one. link knew that there would be no protection for the people like him — the ones that don’t have powerful families or legacies to back them up here. so he takes a deep breath, and remembers why he agreed to do this in the first place, which was to get himself out of deep shit. “ — dr. hart, like many of the students, faculty, and her friends and family, all i want is to see greer back with us. everything i know, i already told the cops about. ” hopefully, he was still in their good graces. “ — maybe penelope knew something that we didn’t, and maybe she paid the price for it. but if there is something to know, i don’t doubt that authorities will get to the bottom of it eventually. i believe we’ll find out soon, where greer is. ” he wasn’t sure if he truly believed that last bit, or if he was just trying to lie to himself, like he was lying to everyone else who would hear him say it.

donovan went on with a few closing remarks, but link had tuned him out, diving deep into their own head as they thought about that photo, about penelope, and most of all, the lie with the faculty chalet. fuck, he really needed to reach mari. donovan thanks link for their time, and link gets out as soon as they could, reaching for their phone and sending a text out to mari.

#ogdentask #teehee #this is kinda shitty #it's almost 12 am im sorry <3

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Ava enjoyed some grilled fruit with her new buddies at Hanamigawa Koen Park. She also convinced Jules to push her on the swing and slipped in some extra hints to both of her new friends about the possibility of travelling more together.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4globetrotter #ava hawthorne #ts4 gameplay #penelope klein #jules #i think his last name is rico but idk #do i care enough to look? nah

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reinaazarolla · 10 months

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Task 005: The Hart of the Matter

The Hart of the Matter, Reina had heard of the show but she had never seen an entire episode. The extent of her exposure to the show were the clips that would randomly, and rarely, appear on her Tik Tok and even then she would scrolled past them 99% of the time. She had no intention of participating in the interviews that would be conducted and yet here she was, letting someone fuss around her to get the mic attached. She went to take a sip of her coffee but it was quickly taken away.

"You'll smudge your makeup." The woman said and set down the coffee cup on a nearby table. "Two minutes till places." She said checking her watch and then quickly leaving to wherever she was needed next.

The mic was attached and working, her hair - down in loose curls -and makeup - light and natural - was looked over once more and then she was led to the stage. There were bright lights, murmurs from the audience, and a hustle and bustle from the crew - the environment felt chaotic.

"Ms. Azarolla," Dr. Hart flashed what she assumed was his signature charming smile as she rook the seat beside him. A smile that she could tell was completely fake.

Reina returned the smile. "Dr. Hart," she nodded after sitting down and smoothing out her top. She was wearing black skinny jeans with ankle boots and a nice pastel pink blouse with a dainty gold layered necklace, one chain have a small sun charm and the other having a crescent moon charm. She had a black leather jacket too but they told her she couldn't wear it.

The audience started to quiet down and from somewhere behind the cameras a woman - the one that had taken Reina's coffee away - counted down. The red lights on the cameras turned on and immediately Donovan Hart started the interview.

If her father taught her one thing it was to keep her composure at all times. That all actions and words should be done with intent. With this being recorded and the show having the power to edit this however they want to, she knew she would need to be extra careful with her words. Yet seeing Dr. Hart there was something she sensed that she just did not like, she almost just wanted to make this interview difficult for him. It was an urge she'd have to try to fight, for now.

"I was unaware of the free on-campus counseling. I may just have to look into that and thank Dean Zuko for giving his students and staff this resource for free." There was a short pause, she thought that answer would suffice but then she opened her mouth again. "And I'll have to thank him for hosting such a prominent psychiatrist the next time I see him. I'm sure he intends these interviews to be cathartic for us." The brunette tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. Sarcasm hid beneath her tone but she was sure the wise doctor would pick up on it.

It was no surprise to her that he simply moved on to the next question.

Ah, one of the reasons why she didn't want to do this interview. She wasn't there when Penelope met her untimely death. She only experienced it through other's re-telling of that night and even then she knew she didn't have the whole story. "I was not at the ski resort. I was studying abroad last semester. As one of the parents there, wouldn't you have known that I was not?" She raised a brow.

Dr. Hart cleared his throat and moved on to the next question.

There was a flash of something in Dr. Hart's eyes, as if he knew he should have not asked the question as soon as he had said it.

"May I ask you a question Dr. Hart?" Reina crossed her right leg over her left and leaned on the side of the chair that was closer to him. She didn't really wait for him to answer before continuing. "What number interview am I?" A short pause but again not one long enough for him to answer.

"I know I was not the intended interviewee, I mean I'm pretty sure it was an intern that ambushed me when I was leaving Rumi Cafe asking if I had time to come do a quick interview." Reina had told this person she did not in fact have time. She was heading back to her dorm to study. Who's bright idea was it to host right before midterms. The intern was not taking no as an answer, they seemed desperate, how many people had they approached before Reina.

"It just seems like you're going through the motions, reading those cue cards of yours." She shrugged a shoulder. "And not really listening. Which, as a psychiatrist, if a patient feels like they aren't being listened to does that create a safe environment?" Reina sighed. Again, I was not at the ski resort. I was studying abroad last semester. I did not see anything and what I've heard about that trip are just bits and pieces. Nothing I'd want to repeat, I wouldn't want to relay the wrong information."

Dr. Hart cleared his throat again and flipped through his cards before finding a question that was not entirely related to ones experience at the ski resort.

Reina looked at the photo, her mouth fell open slightly. Donovan's voice sounded muffled, she was no longer present in the interview. Many thoughts began to enter her mind but the loudest one was once again her father every action and word must be done with intent.

Her eyes glistened as they began to fill with tears threatening to fall. She shook her head and grabbed a tissue from the box of tissues that suddenly appeared on the table beside her. She fiddled with it in her hands, only having it ready for if, or when, the tears begin to fall. "It looks like it could have been taken while on vacation, or maybe on some sort of bus. I don't know." A tear fell and she wiped it away once it was about half way down her cheek.

"You said that was found in the faculty chalet? Why would it be there? Have you asked any of the staff or parents about this yet?"

This was not a two way interview, Dr. Hart simply moved on.

“Do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? Or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

"What do you mean left with faculty? How do you know it wasn't already in possession of the faculty?" Her eyes still glistened and she took a deep breath to fight back the tears. Reina knew there were bound to be some creeps in Greer's life, but they were harmless. At least she thought they were harmless.

Again Dr. Hart ignored her questions.

“Finally, it’s been discovered that Penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why Greer had left. Do you think that has anything to do with this photo? Do you know why she might have left? Even though being honest about it may seem scary, I promise you, it’s the right thing to do. It’s the only way we can protect you.”

"Oh come on Dr. Hart." Now Reina was getting angry. She balled up the tissue in her fist, tears no longer threatened to fall. "Who is going to protect me, and everyone else. If you have a plan on how you can guarantee our safety then I'm all ears. But aren't you are only here for the weekend to get the inside scoop and monetize on the suffering these students have gone through." She took a steady deep breath.

"To answer your questions. I do not know why she left. I would think the photo has something to do with it, but I can't say for sure. It's just, why would someone leave it where it could be so easily found?" She shook her head. "I have nothing more to say to you except instead of worrying about all of us and making promises you can't keep, why not focus on your son that is also a student here. Have you recorded his interview yet? I'm sure a father son interview would drive your ratings through the roof."

Dr. Hart gave a look to his crew. The cameras turned off, the audience began to murmur again and the crew started get ready for the next student. Reina was directed off the make shift stage. Her mic was removed and she was left to gather her things. She put her jacket on, grabbed her bag and grabbed her coffee that was now cold and left.

#ogdentask005 #task005 #th. self #i think i got a little carried away

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idaclarke · 10 months

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ogden task 005: the hart of the matter

oh now this? this was exactly where ida wanted to be. she only wished this was being filmed in front of a live studio audience, but it made sense with the way these shows always played out. the idea of being of tv, interviewed for a tragedy of this caliber, will it sent a rush of excitement all the way through ida. hopefully this was just the start of it. while she didn’t want her first touch of adoration and fame to being talking about fucking greer morrison, everyone had to have their jumping off points didn’t they?

crossing her legs, her dress riding up just a touch, ida leans back. her hands are folded neatly in her lap, eyes wide with feigned innocence and her lips are parted just ever so slightly as if to invite anyone in, as if to offer that she could only contain the truth. donovan hart sits across from her, ignoring her as he speaks to a pa before they nod vigorously, he straightens up, offers ida a simple smile and then someone is telling them they’re rolling. “don’t be nervous, it’s just me and you, trying to find the truth.”

huh, the truth? overrated, and not nearly as exciting as what everyone is offering, ida is sure of that.

“it’s a tough year to be a student at ogden college with the tragic passing of penelope klein.” he begins and ida nods as of course it is, i’ve never experienced this much hardship in my life. which, for some of her classmates, is probably true. “and of course, we can’t forget the ongoing missing persons case surrounding beloved student, greer morrison. i know that dean zuko insisted on free on-campus counseling set up for all students. have you made use of it?”

“i’ve been a coupla times.” she croons, her accent soft as she nods, giving a fleeting smile. she has been exactly once, just to see what it was about and to say she’s taken the dean up on what he has to offer. that’s she the good student everyone believes her to be. “just cause i had so much on my mind, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to about it.” her fingers grasp together as she leans in. “i…where i come from this kinda help ain’t exactly there. and people don’t really know what to do with it when it’s offered. so it’s been really helpful and nice, but not easy. for any of us.” she looks over toward the camera as if looking toward her fellow classmates. she wonders who will buy it.

donovan smiles, pleased, and inside ida is beaming.

with a sigh, as if carrying the weight of the world, ida nods. “yes sir, i was. penny could command a room, it was impressive, so of course when she asked if people could help i volunteered.she gave us assignments, i was spose to head to the lodge and find staff, y’all, anyone who wasn’t a drunk horny college student honestly,” she gives a grimace as if embarrassed by that. as if she wasn’t one. “so i did just that.” ida lets her hands unclasp now, spreading across her knee as she switches her crossed legs, her dress rising just another inch. no one says anything or seems to notice. donovan carries on.

she sucks on her teeth, looking up and to the left, as if trying to remember what happened. the threatening words on the wall, that both pissed ida up and turn back to her classmates curious. “honestly, i don’t remember much. i was freezin’ cold, trudgin’ through the snow, hopin’ to find someone, anyone, at the lodge. but it was empty.” her eyes widen, as if disappointed with the outcome. “I wish i had and i…i’ve been afraid that maybe i kept outta my head, not so worried about bein’ cold…i mightuve seen somethin’.” she almost pleads, looking down and then back to donovan. he gives her a sympathetic look, and she puts her arms on the armrest now, meeting his gaze.

“obviously,” he clears his throat, “we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. if you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?”

no, jacqui was with her the whole time. and briefly she wonders what jacqui will say. will they mention the writing of the wall? point out how ida had seen it first? throw her completely under the bus? quickly she goes through all of her options, and decides that jacqui isn’t the type to throw others under the bus, if they even decide to engage in this interview. “i was with jacqui, jacqui velazquez. they’re really sweet, honestly a great person to be trapped with.” she offers, hoping if this is aired jacqui remembers what ida did in that moment, what she could have done. “but we were together the whole time, freezin’ our lil tails off. and then when no one was in the lodge, we trudged our way back. i was just…glad i didn’t have to be alone durin’ all of that.” which, was the truth. that was the way to lie, mix it in with the truth so much that it all felt real. donovan shifts in his seat, which pulls her attention away from herself and she offers a hopeful smile, letting it fall as if she was thinking hard about this, feeling it all.

the picture is shocking, and ida tries her best to hide her facial expression. to keep it shocked, almost offended. far away from her real reaction, that she wanted to laugh. this was stupid. vandalizing a photo and leaving it for the staff? that was rich, and petty. it was also utterly stupid. either someone meant it, which come on, this was an embarrassing way to let out their rage against greer. or they were trying to frame someone. which also, come on. but she lets her mouth drop open as she takes it in. “no..no..” she stammers, head shaking, willing a misty-eyed look. “i have no clue, we weren’t close friends, but maybe a boyfriend? a friend? greer always had a lot of people around her so..” she trails off, glancing away from the photo as if it’s too much.

“do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

“no, no sir.” she shakes her head, hands now clasping onto her knee. “greer was loved wasn’t she? i mean, i certainly admired her.” hated her, but same thing right? obsession was obsession no matter what coat it wore. “It’s just…so awful. but, people can surely be so awful.” she admits almost like it’s a secret, “like…well i won’t name names. that’s not very ladylike of me. but some people are very jealous, and mean.” she whispers, leaning forward, eyes pleading and wide, cleavage pushed together. she holds it for a brief moment, pulling in all the sympathy she could before leaning back again, shaking her head. god, people were such idiots.

donovan gives another nod, leaning back and away from ida now too. She looks back to the camera and then to the crew, seeming sad and exhausted. "finally, it's been discovered that penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why greer had left. do you think that has anything to do with this photo? do you know why she might have left? even though being honest about it may seem scary, i promise you, it's the right thing to do. It's the only way we can protect you."

“i don’t know…” her voice is soft, attention still pulled away from donovan and the camera, as if she’s gazing out onto a field wishing for a new life, wondering what else there was out there. turning back, she gives them another look. “i just hope she’s okay ya know? I can’t…i can’t imagine havin somethin’...or someone…turn me away from a place like this and my life. but i hope she’s doin’ okay.” and that she never comes back.

donovan gives her a smile and camera’s are turned off. “thank you ida.” with a nod he’s pushing himself off and ida is watching him go before someone else is beckoning her up and ushering out, mumbling about a tight filming schedule. once the door closes, ida lets the concerned look drop and her face relax. she nailed that one.

#ogdentask #ogdentask005

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leakywright · 10 months

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ogden task 005: the hart of the matter

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. leaky didn’t want to be here. why did he agree to this? the funny thing is when he pictured college, he pictured press conferences. joking with reporters, celebrating wins, mourning losses. discussing plays and next-time strategies. projecting the what if’s of the draft. that espn would say his name followed by compliments about how he was one to watch. but they never came, that wasn’t his reality.

this was. sitting in khakis and a button down across from jesse’s dad feeling like he might actually shit himself. something he hadn’t done since third grade when he got food poisoning. but it might happen again, and this time it would be recorded. he smiles at leaky, how responds weakly, crosses his foot over his knee, nods as a cameraman counts down, and then turns to leaky. serious smile this time, a man all about business.

oh, yea. well therapy was something that had been mandatory for him his first year at ogden, so honestly, the habit kinda stuck. dropping from once a week to once a month, leaky never really tells them anything, always afraid it would somehow get back to the dean, but it’s a nice habit. plus he knows what it looks like. “yea, well i was already using our therapy services prior to all of this. it’s always been available, but glad to see that the support has been amped up. students need it to begin with, and uh…” his goody-two-shoe answer faltering slightly, “well, i think we all need as much support as we can get these days.” he gives a nod, knuckles rapping against the cushion of the chair he’s seated in. dean zuko would like that answer.

and so does donovan hart, who gives a smile and nod, pleased and already moving on.

his blood runs cold, thinking back to that night. he’d been entirely too drunk to do much of anything, but was still sent out and found…a bloody glove. that he didn’t report because by the time they were back to the chalet penny was dead, leaky was hunched over a toilet vomiting and dean zuko had already sent him short email to see him once he was back on campus. “uh, yea. penny didn’t really give you a choice,” he kinda chokes on her name, they hadn’t even been close but she was dead, “and so she sent me on an assignment. to collect firewood.” that he didn’t bring back because it was wet and he was freaking out. this isn’t a police interview, though leaky is half expecting dr. hart to make a note and lock eyes with someone as if they’ve found something. he doesn’t do either.

“in the wake of tragedy, it can be hard to recall things in detail. the brain has its own ways of protecting itself in high-stress situations, and i know that the police have been a near-constant presence on campus this year.” leaky gulps, their presence hasn’t really done much to make him, or anyone frankly, feel safer. “this is not that; i want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to share whatever you want about that night. did you see anything? hear anything?”

he freezes, eyes widening as he glances up, trying to pretend like he’s thinking it through. trying to remember. but he knows, knows exactly what happened even behind the haze of the alcohol. “yea…” he croaks out, his voice sounding different, like it wasn’t his. like he was outside of his body and someone else had taken over. “i found some wood, but it was wet. cause of the snow, so i knew it wouldn’t be good to bring back.” why is he retelling this? so easily? dr. hart didn’t even have to push that hard and leaky was already breaking. “i completely forgot about this, cause i’d been worried about the firewood and then everything happened so…quickly…” he pauses, as if wading through his memories, it all available again because dr. hart had asked the right questions. “i saw this glove, in the distance, a few yards away from the wood…” he squints, the memory picture perfect in his mind, but he’s trying to play it off like it was hazy. “and maybe some footprints? or probably animal tracks. it was hard to tell but i didn’t think much of it.” he leaves the part out about the blood, that was something he should have reported. “cause like, maybe someone had dropped it and was coming back for it? all of us were just following penny’s orders.” he swallows, as if guilt is now settling with him, like it hadn’t been there the entire time. “or maybe someone lost it skiing? A lost glove doesn’t seem like that big of a deal in the moment ya know? and i just…” he stops, looking down, defeated. as if his memory had betrayed him, as if this glove could have been a clue in the mystery. and maybe it would have been, if leaky had told the whole truth. now, he hoped, people would write it off and just give sympathy to a kid who was being too hard on himself.

dr. hart blinks, gives a small nod and leans toward leaky. as if to comfort him, to coax out more answers. leaky kept his eyes down, afraid that if he looked up the guilt would overwhelm him and he’d be spewing the god-awful truth all over the floor.

leaky shakes his head, alex had been the one to persuade them to turn around instead of getting any closer to the glove. to make the smart decisions, maybe if they had inspected it more they would have ended up in penny’s position. or worse, witnesses to it. “nah, i was with this kid alex, and he was by my side. kinda hard to wade through snow alone.” fuck, now they knew it was deep, what if they picked up on the idea that the glove hadn’t been covered? leaky hadn’t mentioned it either way. “he didn’t do anything.” and neither did i! not this time! but he didn’t, that would be too much.

“now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, i have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” a picture of Greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. all eyes but donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “this photo is shocking, i know. it was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

suddenly he's slammed back into his body. his insides were practically crawling, eyes looking over at a beautiful greer, her eyes crossed out, but it was still so obviously her. and it was hella creepy. he gulped, almost comically. “y’all…found this?” what did the dean say? no wonder he let leaky off with just a talking to, he had more on his plate than a drunk footballer hitting on his daughter. what did her parents think? he hopes that seeing this show won’t be the first time they see this. “i…greer and i aren’t close.” weren’t, but he pretends to have hope. “so i have no clue but…” he trails off, his stare saying everything else. this is fucked up. and yet this is how the school is dealing with it? that might be even more fucked up.

“do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?” dr. hart is looking at him so intensely he might just pop right out of his seat and hightail it across campus to hide under his bed. but leaky stays seated, popping his knuckles instead to release any sort of tension he can.

with a sigh he opens his mouth, “maybe a cry for help? that the students can’t do everything alone? we were trapped and no one came to make sure we were okay, and penny died. and greer…” his voice fades as he tears his eyes back toward the camera and then to dr. hart. “who knows what she was going through...is going through. but i think it’s clear…the adults need to help us too. help her, help us on the trip, on campus, friends with penny…” a far different cry from his praise of the therapists on campus too. “y’all are responsible too.” this was mentioned so quietly leaky is unsure if the boom mic can pick up on it. dr. hart makes no indication that he’s heard him either.

“no.” he states flatly, hands now smoothing across his pants. god, he’s getting antsy. he needs to call his mother, his father, his granny. anyone to remind him that life isn’t all of this. It’s not all mystery and death and disappearing acts and accusing old white men. but what if this is his life now? the choice he made to come here, to do what he did, to be who he was and…it all led here. was this his destiny? or his hell? looking up, he meets dr. hart’s eyes, almost pleading. “i don’t know why greer left. i’m not sure anyone does.” and he meant it, if they did they would have come forward by now right? that’s the right thing to do. what does leaky know about that. “but i…i don’t think this will help us find her.” it certainly didn’t feel like it would. “i just hope she…she knows people miss her. that we miss her. things obviously ain’t the same and-” he stops with a shake of his head, hand now wiping across his face as all words begin to fail him.

“that’s it?” dr. hart looks expectantly.

“yea,” leaky nods, “that’s it."

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