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darlingbudsofrae · 2 years

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idk... my issue is that these tweets are about 10 years old. i know i thought and said and posted things over 6 years ago that i wouldn't stand by today, and i too would delete them and ignore them. now, if he still stands by those tweets today, that's a whole separate issue. but 10 years is a long time, and i think if he said anything publicly at this very moment, he might end up fucking over shadow and bone. also, he doesn't seem very active on social media, so he may not feel like he's under any obligation to explain himself to the general public, even though it is in his best interest to do so.

hmmm i didn't consider that tbh,, cuz the criticism against him i'm kind of considering valid is that "he had the time to delete the tweets within seconds but never addressed them" altho i do think it's harsh to say never because for all we know, and thanks for reminding me,, he could be taking the time to collect the words to appropriately address the situation because it is a grave matter. either that, or his management told him to stay put or something. or we have the third option where he does still uphold these views which hopefully isn't the case. one thing i'd disagree on tho is the obligation part, i feel like as a professional slash public figure and feel free to correct me on this but i think he knows he has the obligation to explain himself regardless of how inactive he is in social media. i do wish he could address this really soon because yeah,, it's looking really bad for him the more he puts it out but until then, i hope the fandom can be less toxic and at least reserve their judgments until he addressed the tweets.

i didn't really want to spoke about this but the thing i hate about the internet is how most of the times, the culture and time isn't considered at these cases. i think we've come so far as a society towards this social issues that we easily forget that this wasn't the case at times back. also, a decade and a year is a pretty long time, there's a chance for growth there- lots, i just hope he took it.

i saw a lot of people on twt saying "he was famous for a while now (since he was on a big show or something) and if he really regretted it, he should've apologized long ago". the thing is tho, these tweets only resurfaced because majority of the fans were so unhappy with the casting that they managed to miraculously dig up tweets that he made a decade ago when he was in his early/mid teens. for all we know, he'd probably forgotten about it as he grew up. i honestly felt bad for him on that regard, although it really would be on his best interest to respond asap cuz while there are some of us that can give him the benefit of the doubt like that, most people on the internet aren't really forgiving. of course, again- regardless of the words whatever he has to say there will always be people that'll hate him, but a bit of acknowledgement would be nice.

i am all for holding people accountable but most of the grishaverse fandom, at least on the side i've seen about this issue, confuses accountability with life sentence. everyone is so set on subjecting him to the tweets and not giving him the space to at least clarify himself, and i saw a lot of people sending him death threats and people making fun of his looks and people joking about organizing a murder and it's just so sick?? like,, that's just as low as the tweets he made those years ago, altho i'd push that the condemnation against him now is worse than what they're condemning him for because we're at a time and height of the internet were majority of us know this is wrong, this is vile and sick and it just reeks of performativity. at least give him a chance to explain himself before condemning him completely to his past.

i'd clarify that i think it's valid to be offended and hurt by those tweets, but to stoop down below to the level of decade-old tweets that were likely influenced by his surroundings, this isn't a defense this is to give understanding to what probably made him tweet those things but here's a serious question— what's the excuse of everyone in the fandom jokingly plotting on killing him/sending him death threats/and other insults?

the sad thing is, i honestly don't think those tweets would've resurfaced if most of the fandom didn't hate him so much (or at least they would've resurfaced at a much later time or sum). they just tried to find an opportunity to hate on him and sadly for patrick gibson's part, they found one. i would clarify again that these tweets did offend me, still feels a bit off for me, but as someone who had similar thoughts way back because of my surroundings,, i can't help but feel bad for some of the hate he's receiving rn (we can do both people) and hope that he changed.

this is pretty long and lowkey kinda preachy (also i derailed a lot lol it's the adhd lmao) so sorry for subjecting u to that anon, but thank u for this ask ♥

#patrick gibson #nikolai lantsov #shadow & bone #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone #grishaverse #s&b show #netflix #cancel culture #asks #raeraegoaway

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hale-13 · 3 years

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Hold Onto the Faith as I Dig Another Grave

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 6 - Buried Alive

He can’t do it.

There’s just no way he can do it.

He can feel the air thinning, his eyesight gets steadily darker, he can almost smell fresh tilled earth (a rarity in the middle of New York City) and this is it.

He’s going to die.

Words: 2031, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Ned Leeds, Peter Parker & Michelle Jones, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan

TW: Absolutely none.

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

He can’t do it.

There’s just no way he can do it.

He can feel the air thinning, his eyesight gets steadily darker, he can almost smell fresh tilled earth (a rarity in the middle of New York City) and this is it.

He’s going to die.

“Could you be any more dramatic?” MJ asks from where she’s furiously typing into her laptop, he hair more frizzy than normal and her eyes pinched. Her usually unaffected demeanor is cracking a little at the edges and Peter has never seen her so frantic and disorganized – he feels a little bad about it.

“Seriously Peter,” Ned agrees from his section of the table where multi-colored index cards are scattered in a disorganized mess – he, too, looks on the verge of a breakdown but he’s not able to hide it as easily as Michelle – Ned always has worn his heart on his sleeve. “It’s your fault we waited until the last minute anyway,” his (now former – seriously Ned what the hell, how dare you) best friend accuses.

Peter just lets out a wounded animal noise as he edits his section of their PowerPoint, eyes nearly crossed he’s so close to the screen. Like that would help him edit any faster he thinks sardonically. “It’s not totally my fault,” he tried to rationalize.

“Yes it is,” MJ tells him bluntly, face buried in her over-highlighted notes on the vaccine apartheid in India and Africa for the comparative section of their presentation. “We could have been done weeks ago if you had actually come to the meetings we scheduled.”

“I came to the first one,” Peter protested, looking through his image folder for the proper photo for his slide – he had, at least, cropped and edited them all already so he had one less thing to do. “And besides, we divided the work up evenly – you didn’t even need me around to do your part.” He immediately flinched at the very clear ‘eat shit and die’ look Michelle gave him and murmured out a quick apology before ducking his head back into his work. Ned gave him a look of pity and a sad head shake, Peter just glared in response.

Ned bangs his head onto the table softly and moans. “Why do we always wait until the last minute? I hate waiting until the last minute.”

“Less whining, more writing,” Michelle says bluntly, adding a slide to the PowerPoint on their Google docs and making Peter groan. His job is to outline and find pictures, Michelle’s is to clean everything up and organize their presentation and Ned’s is to make sure that their presentation is cohesive and write out their speech. It’s a system that has, traditionally, worked well for them but this time may as well be a disaster. The only thing keeping them together at this point is MJ’s ruthless efficiency and Ned and Peter’s intense fear of failure.

“We were supposed to do this last week,” Ned continued, ignoring MJ’s order and then the kick she aimed as his shin; not even flinching at what was surely decent pain considering their friend had worn her Doc Marten’s to their meeting. “Why the hell did we let you cancel?”

“Because of that bank robbery remember?” Peter says, ignoring his own work for a second and risking MJ’s (well deserved not that he would admit it) wrath. “And then I got caught on patrol for a couple hours and then it was curfew.” He may have also been in the MedBay that night for a (minor) stab wound but he wasn’t telling them that – his friends worried enough about him as it was.

“Not that I necessarily support the police and the clear and rampant systemic racism of the entire system,” Michelle began, forcefully picking Ned’s head off the table and shoving a pen into his hands so he would continue working, “but that is their job. If we aren’t going to defund them the least they could do is handle a bank robbery.” This had been a frequent disagreement between the two of them for a while – MJ was one hundred percent correct in her viewpoint but Peter was a closet control freak who couldn’t leave well enough alone. They tried not to talk about it in polite conversation anymore.

“But there were hostages,” Peter whined, and there were. About twelve of them who all seemed more bored and annoyed than scared but that was the city for ya.

“And?” Michelle accused. “What do you think happened before you started running around in tights?”

“She has a point,” Ned said gently, organizing the index cards to be less chaotic.

Peter gave them both an irritated huff and muttered “They aren’t tights.”

“Spandex then,” Michelle said flippantly, waving her hand in his direction without looking up from her screen. Peter rolled his eyes.

“Well the next time we have a group project I’ll just send out a nice tweet asking all the criminals and muggers to put their crime on hold so I can do my homework,” Peter huffed sarcastically but without any real heat.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Ned said, sounding relieved and Peter rolled his eyes again but got back to work. He was only on slide thirteen of twenty-five and, at the rate MJ was adding pages, he’d never finish. They worked in silence for a while, only breaking it to ask murmured questions before, finally, MJ snapped her laptop shut.

“Well if its not done at this point its not ever going to be,” she stated causing Ned to drop his pen and massage his cramping hand and Peter to let his head fall to the table in relief with a moan – his head was starting to throb and the words on his computer were swimming in front of his eyes. “Let’s try to get to school early tomorrow to do a couple run throughs before the presentation.” Peter glanced at the clock on the library wall and groaned, receiving a conciliatory pat on the back from Ned – he still had a ton of homework to get through before he could even think about sleeping.

“Want a ride home?” Ned asked a few minutes later when they were standing on the steps in front of the library. MJ’s mom had already been waiting when they stepped outside leaving just Ned and Peter to wait on Ned’s older sister.

“Nah,” Peter said, adjusting his too heavy backpack and rocking back on his heels. “Think I might swing home, just a quick patrol you know?”

The look Ned gave him was skeptical and disapproving but Peter chose to ignore it. He wouldn’t be out long anyway – just a quick run through the areas he knew were a problem and then home. Faster than the subway for sure. “Fine,” Ned grunted, thankfully holding in his opinion. “But you should go ahead and go before my sister gets here and insists on driving you,” Ned indicated to his tracking app, showing his sister only a few minutes away.

“Thanks man,” Peter said, initiating their handshake and trotting off around the corner to find a suitable alley to change in.

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Three hours later, Peter fell through the window of his bedroom, collapsing on the floor and pulling his mask off. His hair was limp and sweaty where it clung to his head and his headache from earlier had gotten worse – the throbbing elevating up to a stabbing behind his eyes.

“One minute,” he told himself, panting and draping his elbow over his eyes. “You can have one minute and then you have work to do.”

“Talking to yourself?”

Peter jumped up, banging his head on the side of his bed with a wince, causing his vision to grey out a little and falling back on the floor to stare dazedly at the ceiling. Tony leaned over him to block his view, his expression mixed between humor and pity as Peter groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Thought you had a tingle?” Tony teased, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him up to sit propped against the wall, ignoring the glare Peter shot him. “You’re lucky May’s working tonight.”

“Yeah I know,” Peter admitted. He was over two hours late for his midnight curfew and, if May had been home and not working in the ER, she would have skinned him alive and then grounded him for the foreseeable future.

“You’re even more lucky I covered for your scrawny spider ass and told her you were staying at the Tower tonight,” Tony said smugly, gesturing to the overnight bag that he had clearly packed for Peter. “Go ahead and change, you can shower once we get back to the Penthouse. You got everything you need for school?”

“Yeah,” Peter confirmed, stripping off the suit and pulling on an old pair of sweats and the t-shirt he had worn to school earlier. Changed and stumbling, he followed his mentor down to the town car that was waiting in front of the door to his apartment, crawling into the back seat and resting his aching head against the window; ignoring Happy’s tired look of disapproval in the rear view mirror.

“So,” Tony began, sitting across from him to make better eye contact. “Want to tell me why you’re out so late?”

“Well I was at the library with Ned and MJ working on a project for biology until about eleven-,”

“Why so late?” Tony interrupted, brows furrowed in thought. Peter bit his lip and averted his eyes and Tony nodded in understanding. “So you procrastinated until the last minute.”

“Maybe,” Peter conceded, eyes darting over to his bag and lingering for a second. Tony clocked the movement and let out a long suffering sigh, massaging his eyes with the thumb and forefinger on his right hand and grimacing .

“How much more do you have?”

“Uh…,” Peter squeaked out. “Just… just two problem sets in physics, one in calculus and five chapters of Jane Eyre to read.” Easily three to four hours of work and Peter was starting to feel buried and suffocated under the course load, his muscles started to tremble at the impending exhaustion he would be feeling the next day on little to no sleep.

Tony gave him a look of commiseration before asking “And when is all of this due?”

“The presentation is my last period of the day, right after lunch,” Peter answered. “Everything else is due in the morning.” Tony studied him for a moment before sighing.

“Here’s the offer: you go back to the Penthouse, take a shower and go to bed,” he held up a hand to halt Peter’s protest, “and I’ll tell May you have, what I assume to be, the start of a migraine,” Peter’s hand reached up subconsciously to rub his temple under his mentor’s knowing look. “She can call you out of school and I’ll take you at lunch so you don’t miss your presentation then you have all weekend to stick your nose in a book while I do some suit modifications. Square deal?”

Peter let out a sigh of relief and melted into the soft leather, nodding. “Deal.”

The rest of the ride was silent and Peter dozed until he was urged out of the car and into the elevator. Once they reached the Penthouse, Tony relieved him of his book bag and passed over the duffle he had packed, Peter not even bothering to put up a token protest as he was shoo’ed in the direction of his room. He pulled out his phone to text his group chat with Ned and MJ and saw that he already had a message waiting.

About thirty minutes before, MJ had sent a screenshot of the SpideyWatch twitter page that had a clear picture of him stopping a mugging just before he got home. The text under it said ‘see you at lunch for a practice run’ and Peter smiled a little, chest warm, as he sent the thumbs up emoji and tossed his phone onto his bed; he was looking forward to a scalding shower and eight hours of uninterrupted blissful sleep.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump6 #summer of whump 2021 #Prompt: Buried Alive #spiderman #irondad

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dewgossip · 3 years

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Hello there my little gossiping ducks! Gather ‘round Mother Goose here to learn all about how you ranked the other members of your town — and what everyone thinks of you! The superlatives are in... and I’m ready to share.

Who is ... in their flop era?

The town voted that HENRY DESAI is in his flop era! After his failed business venture, I can’t quite say I’m surprised. As delicious as his cookies and cakes may be, the valley just wasn’t ready for its own bake shop ... or maybe the fates just had a big old flop in store for poor Henry! Is something burning? Oh, well, it’s not a cake — Just Henry’s hopes and dreams!

Who has ... the worst hair?

In a unanimous vote ( boring! where’s the drama! ) the town voted KOA ROXAS for worst hair ... when he doesn’t even have any. Boring! Where’s the drama? Sometimes, I suppose bad hair is better than no hair at all. At least you all seem to think so. I wonder if he burned it off... remind him to never get a cheap wig. Synthetic fibers would smell worse than Henry’s dreams!

Who is ... most likely to break your heart?

I would certainly let my heart be broken by someone as dashing as FINLEY MARTIN — who you all decided was most likely to do it. Now, my heart would never be broken by anyone, because I am always the one who does the breaking ... but this next person, evidently, does not share my (or Finley’s!) prowess...

Who is ... most likely to get their heart broken?

Perhaps there’s some trouble stewing in the General Store, because the person voted most likely to get their heart broken was JILLIAN MERCER. We should have held this back when the store was closing ... talk about kicking them while they’re down! You know I love a good rumor, so if there is any hype around canoodling with either of our heart-break/heart-breaker candidates... someone let Gossip Elder know if it turns out to be true!

Who is ... most likely to embarrass themselves on national TV?

Another win... or really, another loss is in the bag for Mr. KOA ROXAS. After a close race, you all decided that Koa was most likely to embarrass himself on national television. Nevermind what he’d be on TV for, if not complaints of arson... how would he embarrass himself? Perhaps the glint of the aforementioned bald head blinds the cameraman?

Who is ... most likely to be a CEO (derogatory)?

So much for respecting the dead ... you all voted ISMAIL HAQ for most likely to become a CEO. I have several complaints with this one — first of all, it’s not fun to insult people when they aren’t around to hear it and get upset! Second of all, I think him not being a CEO might have been what made him so tense... if he couldn’t keep a Joja open in Stardew Valley, how is he supposed to be a billionaire?

Who is ... the worst chef in America The Ferngill Republic?

More in cooking and fire failures... the people have chosen MATEO MORENO for not only the Valley’s worst chef, but the worst chef in the country! That’s quite a high honor to place on Matty. His multiple nominations for this award made this an easy win, but there were other people nominated. Mateo, if you’re disappointed it wasn’t unanimous, just imagine how the rest of us feel when we try your cooking! Let’s hope for Ben’s sake you don’t try to improve your knife skills...

Who should ... get out of the Valley NOW?

It is despicable to me that we’ve moved on from bullying the youths of this town to the distinguished elders of it such as myself, and who you all said should leave, BILL “SOCQUES” MERCER. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we already tried to kick the Mercer clan out of town once, and it didn’t work on the other half of Socques’ family! His brother might be younger, taller, married-er and better at singing Journey songs than Socques is... but he also didn’t win this award!

Who should ... be cancelled by cancel culture?

Another despicable result, though at least this time the nomination of one of the town’s elders did not result in a win ... how dare any of you try to ‘cancel’ me! The real winner of this prize is SASHA FIORINI, the only one of you with enough relevancy to be cancelled by cancel culture! Let’s all hope a rabid fanbase doesn’t come into town to defend her from this, or, Yoba forbid, start Tweeting with little @ call signs like fiorinisgirl! If this little pop-star (what happened to real music!) gets my blog taken down, I’ll fight her on that beach too — and I’ll win!

Who is ... most likely to stage a coup on Mayor Lewis?

Another day, another win for JILLIAN MERCER! Or should I say, another loss. I imagine that any kind of coup she’d stage would be about as successful as her family’s business, or her fight with Sasha, or her relationships with most people in town, or her skating career... Mayor Lewis would probably have to take pity on her and sign over the documents just to get her to stop yelling at him!

Who did ... not kill Ismail, but definitely killed someone?

Another murder mystery on our hands might send my poor old soul into an early grave, but luckily — the killer on this front is not one we have to solve! ARCHIE TAYLOR was most likely to have killed. I only hope that if she’s reading this, she won’t kill again. Maybe it’s her glares, maybe it’s the fact that no one is that obsessed with ghosts unless they’ve created one... or a few! Spare me, Archie!

Who is ... most likely to have a secret famous Twitter?

It’s hard to believe that this blabber mouth could have a secret famous Twitter — or be committed enough to it for her following to grow. Nevertheless, you all decided that LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN was winning the popularity contest ... on the internet, at least, and not in town after that whole Miami debacle. I wonder if we can find any buzzy Twitter users that went on a vay-cay last October, and see if there’s any truth to this!

Who is ... the biggest himbo?

Our first and only stalemate ... and if these two gentlemen don’t know what that means, it means you’ve tied! KOA ROXAS and ARTHUR PENA were voted the sweetest, strongest ... and dumbest of the whole bunch. Which, considering how few of you take my blog as gospel, is saying something — I don’t see many braincells bopping around the crowd.

Who is ... the biggest bimbo?

In a unanimous vote is proof in the pudding that intelligence and knowledge are not the same thing — the town’s biggest bimbo is a second-time winner LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN! Maybe we should have been looking for dumb Twitter users instead of ones who travel around the world. Let’s just hope she has spell check turned on to make her a little harder to find!

Who is ... most likely to peak by being nominated for this list?

In our most contested category, with the most individual nominations and most split votes, it looks to me like this person isn’t even peaking in their own category! It’s a good thing FINLEY MARTIN was nominated for something else on this list, or else they’d be branded peaked by ... barely peaking! A rather unexciting finish in this race with for our favorite runner... or, second favorite, if you go based on the fact that Malia wasn’t even nominated!

Who is ... most likely to steal the bus to go to Zuzu City?

It wasn’t hard for ARTHUR PENA and LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN to win the category of them being most likely to steal the bus into Zuzu City... it’s just hard to tell if they’ll have enough loyalty to the town to bring it back! Maybe this time with no murderer on the lose, these local farmers will go for a joyride instead of an escape plan. Do you think they’ll get me a souvenir? Knowing their status as himbo and bimbo, I’d doubt it’d be any good...

Who has ... the biggest tab at the Stardrop Saloon?

What’s another win for this list is another loss for her liver, everyone put your hands together for ... JILLIAN MERCER! I’ve already gone through the painstaking process of listing out all her sorrows, but I’m sure Gus will appreciate her picking up this week’s bill once she’s done drowning them!

Who would ... win in a Stardew Valley fight club?

While the Valley’s participants in some of the physical violence we’ve seen were nominated for this category, and took half the vote to themselves — the winner of this ring was ELAINE CARTER! While she seems calm, I agree with the rest of you that she can probably pack a punch... or at least pack her chainsaw with her when she goes to fight, and ward off anyone else who tried to take her title!

And so is the end of this round of Stardew Valley superlatives... remember that all my silly little jabs are in good fun, and that your gossip grandma loves you dearly. Love and kisses, until next time!

xoxo

Gossip Elder

#superlatives.#will not spoil surprise by tagging all the charas :)

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dobrikdeadass · 5 years

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description: fans coming to the house late at night leaves addie scared and david feeling helpless in his own house.

February 2020

“You sure you don’t wanna come out with us, baby?” David hoped Addie might change her mind and come party with them, but he knew it was basically a lost cause.

“I’m already so tired from work today, I’d just come home early anyway. Go get your footage and I’ll go out with you guys tomorrow.” He gave her a kiss and thought about staying. She looked so cuddly wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. Maybe a Friday night in wasn’t a bad idea…

Addie could read him easily, though, and knew he was considering staying home with her when he needed to be filming. “Don’t even think about it, I’m just gonna watch a movie and go to sleep. Go work, we can cuddle when you get back.”

He sighed and kissed her one more time. She was right. He had nothing for the vlog. “Be back soon.” As David left the house and locked the door Addie pressed play on the new rom-com Netflix had been pushing on her for weeks.

She woke up a few hours later to a waiting screen from Netflix. She was drowsy and ready to actually go to bed. As comfortable as the couch was, she could never stay asleep on it for more than three hours. As she started to get up and move towards the bedroom, she saw lights flashing in the backyard. She checked the time on her phone—12:54 AM. David shouldn’t be back yet. She looked around the house. No one's things were strewn about. She called him, her hands starting to shake from the possibility that the noise and the lights weren’t her friends trying out a new bit.

“Hey baby, why are you awake still?” Addie could hear the pounding beat from the music playing in whatever club David had stumbled into.

“Is everyone with you?”

“Yeah, we’re about to head back. Why?”

Addie ran to their room and locked herself in the bathroom. When she saw the big window she panicked and ran into the shower, sitting on the floor in a ball. “Someone’s here.”

David knew the pounding in his ears wasn’t from the too-loud music. He was worried. “Hang up, call the police. I’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”

Addie was afraid but dialed 9-1-1 and spoke to the operator. “We’re sending a unit out now.”

“Ok, I’m just… hiding in my shower. Oh! And my boyfriend is coming home soon. I don’t know if that affects anything, but—”

“Alright ma’am, I’ll inform the responding officers. Stay on the line with me. When they get there, they’re going to do a sweep of the perimeter. After they determine everything is safe they’ll be at your door to talk with you and get a statement.”

Addie waited and waited. The operator was silent and Addie couldn’t bring herself to speak.

“Addie?” David’s voice carried through the house.

“My boyfriend’s home,” she spoke, not sure if the operator could hear her as her voice was barely more than a whisper.

“The officers are at your location. If you’d like to hang up and go speak with them, you can.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Addie pulled herself up and stepped out into the bathroom. Her legs were shaking and she knew she couldn’t get far. “Addie?” David yelled again.

She collapsed onto their bed. “In here,” her voice cracked and she thought her words were unintelligible, but it was enough for David to find her and come into the room. He fell onto the bed and wrapped her in his arms. She was shaking. Now that David was here, all the stress she had been holding left her body but the adrenaline was still coursing through her veins.

“I talked to the police outside. They found some guys looking for a way in. Guess they saw I was at a bar on my Instagram stories and thought no one was home. They just wanted to take a picture inside the house, got one inside the Ferrari. The police put them in their car. We need to go down to the station tomorrow to give your statement.”

Addie was silent for a moment, taking it all in. “I was so scared.”

“I know, baby.” David pulled Addie closer into his chest. He’d been absolutely terrified on the drive home, thinking about what might’ve happened to her. “Me too.”

They fell asleep like that, Addie first. David watched her for hours, running his hands through her hair because he’d been worried the entire drive home he’d never be able to again. As he fell asleep, he hoped everything might look better in the morning. He woke up remarkably early considering how late he’d been awake. He watched Addie sleep for a few minutes before kissing her forehead and gently waking her. “G’morning, baby. Can I get you anything?”

“Tea?” she asked. Addie’s voice was quiet and gravely. David wasn’t sure if it was from having just woken up or leftover from last night. He pulled away from her and stood, padding out of the room and into their kitchen. Addie pulled on one of David’s sweatshirts that was hanging off the desk chair and followed, sitting on the couch and watching him move around the kitchen.

He handed her the mug and sat next to her, pulling her legs into his lap and running his thumb up and down her thigh. “How’re you doing?”

She looked into her tea for a few seconds. “Just don’t know how to feel, I guess. Never thought I’d have to deal with something like this.”

“I’m so sorry, Addie.”

“S’not your fault.”

“But it is. I’m the one who showed people where I lived and I’m the one who posted so people knew we were out of the house.”

Addie looked up and met David’s eyes. She saw the pain in them. She knew he’d been worried about her last night but she didn’t realize he felt responsible for the whole mess. “Baby, you couldn’t have known. We just need to figure something out—a way to be safer. I’m fine, we’ll be fine.”

David nodded and they sat together on the couch for the few hours they had until Addie needed to give her statement, watching TV and getting stuck in their own heads.

Their time at the police station was remarkably quick, and the officers gave them some tips on how to increase security. When they returned to their house Addie felt better. She’d been thinking about what they could do and had come up with a few ideas. “Dave, I was thinking, it might help if we—”

“Let’s move.”

Addie turned quickly to look at David. He was sitting on his knees on the couch, innocent and unaware that what he’d just said was something she’d never even thought to consider. “What?”

“Let’s move.” Addie walked to where he was, standing behind the back of the couch but keeping space between them.

“Baby, I just moved in here. This is our house. What’re you talking about?”

“It’s not safe here, and it’s my house when you think about it. You didn’t help design it or pick it out or anything. Let’s move. Somewhere safer, somewhere that’s ours.”

Addie was shocked and silent. She lived with David already—she had been living with him for six months. So why did this feel like another huge step? Their own place, together. Would they buy it together? This was a big step, wasn’t it? “Baby, I don’t—I don’t know what to say.”

“What’s wrong?” he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him, resting his hands on her hips.

“This just, this feels like something bigger than moving in.”

“Getting a house together?” Addie nodded. “I mean, I guess. But so what? I’d rather you be safe. We don’t have to buy it together if that makes you feel better. Please baby, just think about it.”

Addie nodded, and that was it for the conversation that day. They spent the rest of that weekend home with their friends. Everyone was quiet on social media and fans were going wild on twitter, thinking about what could be happening that would make the entire group stop posting. Addie’s favorites were the tweets saying she was pregnant and that all the content from this weekend would come out in a few weeks with a pregnancy announcement. That theory made everyone laugh.

A few weeks later, Addie was laying in bed, head in David’s lap as he worked on his laptop. Addie wasn’t sure if it was a video edit or if David was going back and forth with Natalie about new merch designs, but when she heard the clicking of the keys quiet she said, “Okay.”

“Okay, what?” he asked as he moved his laptop so he could look at her.

She sat up. “Let’s get a house together.”

#david dobrik #david dobrik imagine

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a-room-of-my-own · 4 years

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quillette[.]2019/11/04/meet-the-gay-activists-whove-had-enough-of-britains-ultra-woke-homophobes/ 🙌

Are gay people allowed to meet and organise in defense of their interests? A hard yes, you might have thought. But some apparently disagree.

Witness the response to the London-based LGB Alliance, a newly created British group that asserts “the rights of lesbian, gay and bisexual people to define themselves as same-sex-attracted.” The group’s creation has sparked vitriol, not from the traditionalist Christians or social conservatives who might have opposed such groups in the 1980s or 1990s, but from the self-described progressive left.

Readers who aren’t steeped in the most fashionable iteration of identity politics might now be scratching their heads. Unless you’re taking cues from Leviticus, what could possibly be wrong with saying it’s okay to be gay?

The answer is that, in acknowledging the reality of same-sex attraction, you are indirectly acknowledging the reality and importance of biological sex as a driver of attraction. You are also indirectly acknowledging that members of the opposite sex are not members of your dating pool—even if they tell you that they share your gender identity. Which means you have effectively pled guilty to that grave modern thoughtcrime, transphobia.

If you are not on Twitter, have not set foot on a college campus in the last few years, and don’t read woke web sites such as Teen Vogue, where this sort of thing is taken very seriously, you may imagine that I am engaged in some kind of Swiftian send-up of identity politics gone amok. After all, just about every single person reading this knows quite well how sexual attraction works. But I am quite serious: Activist groups that brand themselves as mainstream representatives of the LGBT community not only preach the idea that true attraction is based on gender, they also have sought to de-platform and mob anyone within their ranks who points out that this idea is completely divorced from the way the human brain actually works. In this make-believe world, to be gay—in the way gay people actually experience being gay—is to be a transphobe.

This is not an entirely new development. As gay-rights groups pivoted to become “trans-inclusive” in recent years, this de facto homophobia has emerged in plain sight. Rather than simply combat violence, bullying and discrimination against trans people, and press for better health care and representation for them—all noble and important goals—those groups have taken on an ideological mission. One might even call it quasi-spiritual: They have replaced biological sex with gender identity—an indefinable internal essence that one demonstrates outwardly by adherence to masculine or feminine stereotypes—throughout their literature and activism.

Stonewall UK, for example, was set up in 1989 to fight Section 28 of the Local Government Act of 1988, which banned schools from “promoting homosexuality” and “pretended” (i.e., gay) “family relationships.” But that same group now defines gay and lesbian people as those who are “attracted to the same gender” (my emphasis), and that evidence of transphobia shall be taken to include “the denial/refusal to accept someone else’s gender identity.” The logical consequence of these distorted definitions is to define same-sex-attraction as bigotry. In 1988, it was conservative homophobes in government claiming that homosexuality was a dangerous, counterfeit identity. Now the homophobes are the progressives running organizations that claim to champion the interests of lesbians and gay men.

Of course, doctrinaire trans-rights activists might attack straights with equal vigour—since straight men and straight women are just as focused on the reality of biological sex as gay men and lesbians. But all bullies seek out the weak and vulnerable, which is why they now rail against the LGB Alliance with more fury than they direct at society as a whole. That’s why the LGB Alliance’s launch meeting was an invitation-only affair, held at a secret location—the sort of security precaution that one might implement when moderate Muslims break away jihadists. “This is an historic moment for the Lesbian, Gay and Bisexual movement,” tweeted Allison Bailey, the criminal-defence barrister who chaired the event. “LGB Alliance launched in London tonight, and we mean business. Spread the word, gender extremism is about to meet its match.”

Based on the reaction from defenders of the new gender orthodoxy, you would have thought Bailey were a Cossack leader announcing a pogrom. “This is frightening and nasty. There is no LGB without the T,” tweeted Owen Jones, who is perhaps Britain’s best-known gay journalist. (This is not new behaviour for Jones, who often starts pile-ons against anyone he regards as transphobic—especially women.) Anthony Watson, an advisor to the opposition Labour Party, said he was “horrified and disgusted,” and described the Alliance as a “#hategroup.” Linda Riley, the editor of Diva, a lesbian magazine that proclaims itself “trans-inclusive,” adapted Martin Niemöller’s famous 1946 confession, First They Came, Tweeting, “First they came for the T…”—thereby suggesting that refusing to prioritize the artifice of gender ideology over inborn sexual orientation is the first step toward some kind of real or metaphorical Holocaust.

Trans activists also used a despicable tactic that now has become a common feature of these cultish campaigns: attempting to beggar those they disagree with. Gendered Intelligence, a non-profit group that works exclusively with trans people (and apparently sees no irony in attacking an organisation focused exclusively on the rest of the LGBT grouping), urged followers to write to Bailey’s law chambers in London, “expressing your concern with the barrister in question and with the new group.” This same mob also sent equally spurious complaints to JustGiving, which hosted the Alliance’s fundraising page. The company panicked and temporarily suspended the Alliance’s account.

The original mover behind the Alliance was Kate Harris, a lesbian and veteran civil-rights campaigner, who a decade ago was a Stonewall fundraiser. She had become increasingly enraged by the harassment of lesbian women that was tolerated, even encouraged, by such groups. Harris and Beverley Jackson, another veteran campaigner, had been writing to Stonewall executives for months, seeking a discussion about the malign impact of gender-identity extremism. They asked Stonewall’s chief executive at the time, Ruth Hunt, whether she was worried about the enormous increase in the number of teenage girls attending GIDS, Britain’s gender-identity clinic for under-18s, and what she would say to the growing number of “de-transitioners”—people who abandon their trans identity and return to an identity corresponding to their biological sex. Many of these girls (as most of them are) describe themselves, with hindsight, as having been motivated by internalised homophobia.

“What upsets me most is that this is all based on the legitimacy we created,” Harris told me. It was this anger that inspired her to gather a group of notables, some of whom had been involved in Stonewall during its early days, to draft an open letter to the group’s current management and board for publication in the Times of London on October 4, 2018. The signatories included Simon Fanshawe, one of Stonewall’s founders, novelist Philip Hensher, actor James Dreyfus, feminist campaigner Julie Bindel, and several trans people who regard Stonewall’s divisive approach as likely to harm the interests of the trans community in the long run.

“We urge Stonewall to acknowledge that there are a range of valid viewpoints around sex, gender and transgender politics, and to acknowledge specifically that a conflict exists between transgenderism and sex-based women’s rights,” the authors wrote. “We call on Stonewall to commit to fostering an atmosphere of respectful debate.”

In response, Ms. Hunt pretended that the letter writers were inventing some kind of non-existent tension. “The petition also asks us to acknowledge that there is a conflict between trans rights and ‘sex based women’s rights,’” she wrote. “We do not and will not acknowledge this. Doing so would imply that we do not believe that trans people deserve the same rights as others.”

A year after this fruitless exchange, it had become clear no change of direction was forthcoming. Ms. Hunt had stepped down, and Stonewall was looking for a new CEO. One potential candidate who was approached by a recruiter disclosed that exploratory questions about whether it might be possible to soften the organisation’s dogmatic position on gender were dismissed out of hand. Many of the signatories of the 2018 open letter decided it was time for a decisive break from an organization that, while pretending to represent L, G,B and T alike, had come to prioritize the most extreme T faction.

Despite all the harassment to which LGB Alliance already has been subject, the group still got off to a flying start. Its JustGiving page has been reinstated, and is on course to hit a £25,000 initial target. The attacks on Bailey sparked widespread outrage and sympathy. Gendered Intelligence deleted its outrageous tweet about her. (Such a personal and highly politicized attack is unlikely to have gone down well with the Charities Commission, which regulates non-profits). Even fans of Owen Jones think a witch hunt against Bailey—a black lesbian from a working-class background—was a low blow. Several publications have written about the LGB Alliance, painting it as everything from a saviour of left-wing politics from its own worst elements, to a front for U.S. evangelicals seeking to export America’s culture wars. The articles in praise were pleasant to read; those lambasting the group neatly underscored the urgency of its mandate. All in all, the Alliance can be said to have arrived. So what next?

Like many of us, Bailey saw parallels with the actions of an abusive spouse. “Just think about what this means LGB,” she Tweeted. “The T has said that this is a marriage that we cannot leave, even if the T becomes abusive. If we try to leave, we will be threatened. If we do manage to leave, we will be starved of cash.”

On its agenda will be protecting women’s sex-based rights—including the right to have certain services offered in spaces free of male bodies. The group will also be campaigning against legislative changes that would compromise female safety.

Stonewall and other trans groups frequently misrepresent Britain’s Equality Act of 2010, which states clearly that single-sex spaces and facilities are perfectly lawful provided they are a “proportionate means to a legitimate aim.” They insist, falsely, that separately stipulated protections against discrimination and harassment for trans-identified people ensure that they can access all spaces intended for the opposite sex. Under such false guidance, Girlguiding UK and Sport England have gone “trans-inclusive,” a euphemism used to describe policies that enable males and females to “self-identify” into spaces intended for the opposite sex. Anyone with even the faintest grasp of biological reality will see immediately why such policies impact most heavily on girls and women.

The Alliance also will lobby for a change of tack at GIDS, Britain’s gender-identity clinic for under-18s, which is under fire for being too quick to affirm children’s claims of a cross-gender identity. It will disseminate unbiased information on the risks of transition and the evidence that gender confusion in children usually resolves itself during puberty, so that young people and their parents have an alternative to a gender-identity narrative based wholly on mechanical affirmation of a child’s claims. It will also seek to give a voice to detransitioners, whom trans activists often accuse of never having been trans in the first place (a claim that completely contradicts these same activists’ insistence on a policy of unfettered self-identification, which equates thinking you are trans with being trans).

If the Alliance flourishes, it could help forge a new consensus on trans rights, one that doesn’t rely on a denial of the reality of biological sex or sexual orientation. And who knows? If sanity prevails, the LGB and T communities may one day find rapprochement.

Helen Joyce is finance editor for The Economist.

#Gender critical #LGB Alliance #Feminism #Uk #Long piece but good piece

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hiighwarlock · 4 years

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@wordbound sent: fandom! Multimuses: send me the word “Fandom” and I’ll tell you which of your muses’ canons I’m familiar with.

Well, obviously I'm familiar with The Shadowhunter Chronicles fandom, as it's the focus of this blog as well! But beyond that, I actually know quite a few of the canon universes listed in your multimuse blog! Like.... a lot! So many so, that I am going to have to put this under a cut, good heavens. Let's see:

Good Omens - ohhhhhh my, how I love Neil Gaiman and Sir Terry Pratchett. I was a massive fan of this book for years, and when the show came out, I loved it too. I even wrote in this fandom, because how can you not?? Ugh, Michael Sheen and David Tennant were sublime, I adore them both. That show gave me LIFE.

Sherlock - I was a massive fan of the BBC Sherlock series up until series 3, and I do still think series 1 is a true masterpiece. I'm also a massive fan of Martin Freeman, and adored him as John Watson (so much, that I wrote Watson for a brief time in an RP group!)

RENT - I have loved/obsessed/cried over RENT since I was in highschool. I can literally sing the entire musical from memory, start to finish. I sob like a baby every time I see it live (and I have seen it live alot) and I will go to my grave loving the filmed version because at least it had most of the OBC. Also, one time Anthony Rapp responded to my tweet and it made my whole life valid.

Star Trek - ST is actually one of my original homebases for roleplay! One of the first blogs I ever created for RP on tumblr was a Leonard McCoy rp blog. Even before tumblr, I was obsessed with various Trek universes, from TOS to DS9 to Voyager. TOS is a big part of my childhood and my relationship with my mother, and NuTrek let me recapture that relationship in recent years, so I owe so much to Roddenberry, I can't even tell you.

Doctor Who - I am a Whovian, and my whole heart belongs to David Tennant (although, Vincent & the Doctor is still the best Dr Who eps I've ever seen)

Tolkien - I literally hollared when I saw you were writing Elladan! He and Elrohir are two of my favorite characters from Middle Earth and I will forever be big mad that they left them out of the Jackson films. (don't tell me that random cameo was sufficient, it was not). LOTR is another universe "homebase" for me, being one of the first fandoms I ever roleplayed in. Here's the fun bit.... figuring out which character I wrote! ;)

DnD - I'm an avid DnD player, and I cannot speak highly enough of the lore

Mythology - lol, fun fact, I used to write in a Mythology group RP. This was years ago now, long before the likes of Lore Olympus or Percy Jackson. I penned the sun god, Helios, and it was loads of fun. Because of this, I know a good amount about Greek and Roman Mythology!

Marvel/MCU - Another fandom I've RPed in! I've actually been a comic book reader since about the age of 7, so I've been obsessed with the storylines of the X-Men/Avengers/Luke Cage/Alpha Flight/Mrs Marvel for a loooong time. When the films started getting really high quality, I couldn't resist writing in the MCU. I still love the characters, but that RPC is a bit... rough... so now I just admire from afar!

Glee - Hoo boy. I was such a Gleek when this show originally aired. God I loved Lea Michele and Mark Salling.... at least back then. Suffice to say, that show did not age well, the later seasons were almost painful to watch. And with everything that happened with some of the actors working on it.... ah, well. I still appreciate the early seasons, and the impact that Glee itself had on shaping musical Television for future shows.

Repo - Is this Repo the film? Or Repo: The Genetic Rock Opera? Because I am a big fan of the Latter! I thought it was a stunning and peculiar musical!

Kingdom of Heaven - if you can believe it, I really loved this film when it came out. Largely because I had a massive thing for Orlando Bloom, but also because I thought the movie was aesthetically gorgeous. I haven't watched it in perhaps ten years now, but still consider it a film that deserved more love than it got.

Jurassic Park - I'm an 80s kid, so of course I loved the first Jurassic Park film. I'll even admit that I love a lot of the sequels (though, not all). I’ve never written in this fandom, but I enjoyed the book(s) tremendously when I was younger.

Buffy - I loooove Buffy, that show was my jam in high school. I haven't gone back to do a rewatch in ages, but suffice to say, I thought Angel was *chef's kiss*

And... wow. There you have it. Apparently we have a lot in common, at least in regards to our fantasy/sci-fi interests! I’m so glad I met you on here and that we are now friends on discord! Thank you for being such a great writing companion!

#ooc #long post tw #me: loves ALL THE FANDOMS

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of muffins and men

a/n: /i usually never write rpf or reader insert stuff but bluesfortheredj inspired me with their richard madden imagines and now here we are lol

~*~of muffins and men~*~

pairing: richard madden/you

summary: there's an adorable five year old boy who comes into your bakery with his mom nearly every weekend until one day he comes in with his dad [single dad!richard au]

rating: t

You had opened your bakery six months ago and slowly but surely had built a reputation in the neighborhood for fresh scones and a nice cuppa.

You had a few frequent customers – the elderly couple who had their golden with them (rudy who you always made sure got a biscuit himself), a group of students at university who you'd extend the hours for when they needed to cram (something you didn't miss at all), a young couple (girlfriends) who had just moved into a small flat two blocks away and a mother and her five year old son.

The mother and son you occasionally saw during the week but mostly on the weekends. The mother thanking you breathlessly because – apparently – your butter scones were the only thing that could get the boy up at a decent hour.

He was adorable with his mop of auburn curls and the most stunning blue eyes you'd ever seen.

He was quite shy, as well, murmuring, “thank you” through a mouthful of scone, crumbs coating his lips and fingertips before he'd scurry back behind his mother's legs, making her laugh softly.

It's a beautiful day, you can't help but notice, as you flip the sign out front from closed to open. You sip delicately at your cup of Earl Grey with a splash of honey when you hear a tiny voice chirp from across the way, “Daaaaaaaa hurry!!! Miss Penny always makes sure there's a fresh scone for me and Mummy!!! I don't want her to give them away cause you're being slow!!!”

“Hey, now,” A heavy Scottish brogue comes next and noooo your knees do not go weak from the hint of gravel underneath. “If Miss Penny is as wonderful as you say, I doubt she's going to give your scone away. Stay close, big man,” There's a grunt as the owner of the voice lifts the boy from the ground. “Can't have you runnin' off and hurtin' yourself. I'll never forgive myself,” The tone is fierce and ten there's the sound of a loud smacking kiss. “If somethin' happened to you.”

“Miss Penny!!!” The bright yelp of your name causes you turn your head and you feel a smile take over your lips as you see the familiar mop of auburn curls and crystalline blue eyes. You wave briefly before turning to head inside and prepare the two scones, warming them briefly in the oven and pour the glass of milk for him before fixing his mother's customary cup of lavender tea.

Your back is turned when you hear the bell above the door jingle and then it's the scuffing of his sneakers across the floor as he barrels into the display case, like always, pressing his face to the glass eyes scanning the rows of sweets as his mother always lets him take one home. You're about to start the steeping of the tea when there's the brogue from earlier, “You don't have to do that. I'm not much of a tea drinker. That's Alfie's Mum.”

“Oh,” You murmur cheeks flushing because you catch the wonderfully male scent of pine and musk with a crisp note of apple underneath. You turn – question of what he would like instead on the tip of your tongue – and you swear, for just a second, you forget to breathe. You assumed the combination of a voice like that and such a heady scent would belong to someone attractive, but you never would have dreamed you'd be staring at the familiar chiseled features of Richard Madden.

“Never thought anything would get this one up,” Brings you back to the here and now as you blink a few times, trying to get your brain to start working properly again. “Before noon especially on a weekend. It's enough trouble trying to get him up for school. Your scones must be somethin' special.”

“It's just an, um, old... It's not... I wouldn't say...” oh my god, you thought not quite believing that you couldn't form a simple sentence. seriously, can a hole just open up and swallow me whole, please?

You felt an intense heat work its way from your neck to your cheeks and not for the first time you were cursing your fair skin. Not only did you look like a perfectly ripe tomato when you blushed, the freckles and sun spots across your cheeks and nose stood out like a beacon and you'd always hated them. Along with your strawberry blonde hair, which was almost always braided – for baking, it was best kept out of your way – you looked like Pippi Longstocking. And here you were unable to speak properly but looking like a tomato, wearing a blue button up, ripped jeans that have been washed god knows how many times and your plain brown apron with your comfortable white Keds.

Exactly how you imagined you would look when one of the hottest men on the planet walked into your shop.

Notting Hill was such a fucking lie. Ugh.

“It's just an old family recipe,” You finally managed softly, willing the blush to recede. “Nothing special.”

“I think I'll be the judge of that,” He winks... actually winks just like in Rocketman and you're reminded of the tweet you sent out after you had seen it (the first time) richard madden could wink me into an early grave and in this moment, you think he just might as your heart nearly stops and you forget to breathe once again.

“Not to mention,” He bends, lifting the boy into his arms and squeezing him tight while the little one flails and groans, “Daaaaaaa stoooooooop it!!!” He doesn't, instead he squeezes tighter and you think fleetingly, can i get pregnant from this as he says, “This one's goin' through a picky faze. Getting him to try anything new's a bit of a hassle right now.”

The timer on the oven beeps – the scones done warming – and you're more than thankful because you don't think your brain is firing on all cylinders to continue trying to make conversation. You wrap each scone in brown parchment, murmuring, “it keeps the heat in,” as you hand the boy his first and then offer the other to his father.

And that's how you should think of the impossibly handsome man in front of you as the cute little boy's father because thinking of him as Richard fucking Madden whom you've thirsted over since seeing him in Ibiza – sending out tweets like just watched the entire six episodes of the bodyguard and david budd can say yes ma'am to me all day or how could you forget the gem stared at richard madden's clenched jaw too long and now i'm pregnant – meant you would probably spontaneously combust in a matter of seconds.

Especially since you couldn't help but watch his every move as he bit into the soft, crumbly pastry that perfectly sharp jaw working as he chewed.

Clearly Sarah – your best friend is right – you do need – desperately so – to get laid. You can't take your eyes off of him as he chews. That tweet Buzzfeed made him read is right, he is a thirst trap just by existing.\

“I told youuuuuuuuuu,” The little one sing-songs, face covered in crumbs and flashing an adorable gap-toothed grin. “Miss Penny's scones are the bessssssst.”

A delicious laugh falls from the sinful plumpness of his lips and your knees knock together so you don't fall into a helpless heap on the floor. He discretely wipes the crumbs on the side of his mouth with his thumb and briefly brings the digit to his mouth, laving the remainder quickly, and an intense shudder rolls through your whole body. He bends addressing his son quietly, whatever he says makes the little boy laugh, and his brogue brings you back to yourself as he says, “My Mum's visiting this week, she'd sure love a homemade scone or two. Can we get a dozen and somethin' for this little monster to snack on later, please?”

You're thankful you can fall back into the routine of bakery owner. Going through the familiar motions will make you less likely to say something ridiculous and scare him away. You remember he said in an interview once that he would wear the same clothes two or three days in a row because the paparazzi could only run the pictures once. You also remember reading his neighbors created a group text to let him know when the vultures were lurking. Your heart ached thinking how lonely of an existence that could be.

With his perfectly lean gym-toned body you doubted he indulged in any kind of sweets but you couldn't resist adding a strawberry cupcake for him along with the dozen scones and the lemon bar for his son. You tied the box with its customary blue ribbon and stamped the shop's seal as well before handing it to him, your fingers softly brushing against his and as he said, “thank you,” he flashed his brilliant white teeth, plump lips curling into a grin that any romance novelist would have described and roguish and there went your knees again.

Not that you ever thought you would see him again – he was an international celebrity, after all – you didn't think it would be so soon after first time.

It was the end of the week – the sun was just starting to set and you were about to start going through the closing routine, your best girl – Amber, the only one you trusted in the shop without you – had just left for the night and just as you were about to start going through the till, the bell above the shop's door jingled. You sighed heavily, tightening the ribbon that held back your riot of curls, and wiped your hands along your apron reminding yourself to be professional. You hated turning any customer away – even on night's like tonight – you were dog tired, your feet ached and you felt as though you could barely stand but you were barely established and couldn't afford to lose a sale, no matter how small or how run down you were.

“How can I...” The familiar words died on your tongue, your eyes widening when you found yourself staring at the chiseled features of the man who starred in your most vivid fantasies. “Hello,” Stumbled off your lips and you wished the ground could swallow you whole... hello, really, pen?????? there was Sarah's voice taunting you and you could practically see her deep eyes rolling at your incompetence.

“I would have come earlier – I know you're closin' up now – but I don't get to see my Ma as often as I would like,” A flush colors his chiseled cheekbones, his hand coming to rub at the back of his neck and no your eyes don't follow the rugged lean muscle of his forearm as it ripples from the mundane action. “So I wasn't able to. Alfie and I had to see her off y'know. Anyway, I – uh – found your,” His eyebrows waggle and his lips twist into a positively sinful smirk, emphasizing the pillowy softness of his plumper bottom lip and your throat is suddenly desert dry. “Surprise,” He chuckles, low and deep. “I've always been a vanilla fan but you could change a man's mind with a strawberry cupcake like that. Another family recipe?”

“N-no, um,” You shake your head as you feel your hands tremble at your sides. “It's mine.”

“I couldn't help but notice you didn't charge...” He started to say as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and you interrupted, “It was on the house. The shop's barely been open six months and your family,” You stumble over the word, not quite sure how to classify Alfie and his mother. “Has been very good to me since I opened it. They're so loyal.”

“Still...” He tries and you cut him off again, your voice a little firmer, “I won't accept your money. You paid for your dozen scones and lemon bar. You'll throw off the till if I put it in the register, anyway. It's just an unnecessary hassle.”

You think he'll try to foist the bills on you, anyway but instead he pushes his wallet down and begins to roll up the sleeves of his fitted Henley and your brows burrow down while your lips twist into confusion. He answers your silent question easily as he rubs his hands together and turns those gorgeous crystalline blue eyes on you, “Then what can I take care of for you? The floors need sweeping? Moppin', maybe? Windows need a wash? Rubbish needs to go to the bin?”

“Huh?” Is all you can sputter out. There's another chuckle – just as low and deep – but somehow more delicious as he leans in close and suddenly the edge of your jaw is cupped by his large hand as he draws your face upwards. The heat of his breath ghosts across your face – tinged with cinnamon – as he murmurs, “You won't let me pay and I'd like to think I was raised right, so I'm afraid – Miss Penny – I cannot in good conscious accept your cupcake without some form of recompense. Manual labor will have to do then, yeah?”

“Penelope,” Your full name leaves your suddenly tremulous lips and you're sure your brain is mush, literally, because he's giving you that unbelievable grin and when he repeats your name back, testing the eight letters on his tongue, you swear you're going to wake up and be in a tangle of your sheets with your hound Rufus staring at you, head titled with worry at your tossing and turning. You're so sure of this, that you actually close your eyes, expecting to see the butter yellow walls of your bedroom but instead it's Richard fucking Madden's out-of-this-world handsome face staring at you his eyes so deep and warm it's like they can see right through you.

“You, uh, really... It's fine... It's no big deal,” You murmur, your protest so weak and your voice so soft you can barely hear yourself. “It's just a cupcake.”

“A damn fine one made by a beautiful lady. Stubborn, too, it seems,” He clicks his tongue and gives a flash of a cheeky grin while his thumb slides along the edge of your jaw and you feel yourself melt his hand is so warm and the slight calluses on his thumb drag across the softness of your skin and it's too much so heady and it's like a haze has settled over your brain.

“If you have to pay me back,” Suddenly you're bold, you can hear the teasing tone in your voice and how it's dropped an octave. You're peering through your lashes, thankful you remembered mascara this morning as it makes them darker and more full than usual and then you're taking your bottom lip between your teeth and it's probably just your imagination but you see his eyes flash – a deeper, richer blue – to your lips, tracing the cupid's bow seam and another shudder rolls through you. “I guess you can start by sweeping the floor's good sir.” Your best haughty voice and you're rewarded with yet another chuckle.

It's fast becoming your favorite sound.

You discretely pinch your elbow – still believing this is a dream or at best a very vivid fantasy conjured by your tired, run down mind – as you walk back behind the counter while he begins to sweep. You can't believe this is actually happening... Richard Madden in your shop and he's sweeping your floors... something's gone terribly off the rails, hasn't it?

Then he chuckles, drawing you out of your thoughts, and he's turned those impossibly beautiful eyes on you again and asks, “An Elton fan, huh?”

And that's when you realize “Honky Cat” is playing in the background from your phone which is set to the Elton John playlist you found on spotify.

That awful blush spreads from your neck upward and you absently tug at an errant curl that's slipped from your messy bun. You bite your lip, willing your blush to go away, as you murmur, “Always have been. Sorry. I'll change it. I didn't, um, even realize that was playing.”

“Nonsense.” He shakes his head. “This happens to be my favorite song.” A cheeky wink and you wonder, seriously, how you're standing? Because if he smiles, chuckles or winks at you again, you're positive you'll end up as nothing but a puddle.

“Thank you.” You say when he's finished and is following you out the door after you've shut off the lights and counted the till. You feel a flash of bold rush through you as you tilt your head just so and bat your lashes, briefly, reaching to touch his wrist, “What are you doing, say every night around this time, for the foreseeable future? Because if acting fizzles for you, I must say you're an excellent sweeper, sir.”

He laughs – not chuckles but laughs – his eyes crinkling attractively as he does, head thrown back and exposing the tempting flesh of the stern tendons in his neck and you swallow thickly.

“Sweeper for the best baker in Londontown?” He strokes his chin, drawing your attention to his sinful fingers – slender but rugged – and you feel your stomach clench as he places his other hand at your hip, bringing you into the hard planes of his body. “How would I be able to refuse such a tantalizing offer? What is the pay rate? A dozen scones? Another delectable cupcake? Or...” His voice trails away before he bends his head, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. His voice drops an octave, something rough and tinged with heat, “Something better? A kiss, perhaps?”

“Richard...” His name nothing less than a breathless keen and then he's tilting your head, his pillowy soft lips slanting against your own.

“Penelope...” A heavy groan from deep inside his chest as you both pull back because – ugh – oxygen is a necessity. That kiss spurred a rush inside you and after you catch your breath, your drawing his lips back to yours. One taste – so warm and heady – is not close to being enough you need more, more, more, more, more and this time your tongue slides into his mouth – which falls open easily – seeking his and then they're tangling as you clutch at his strong back, feeling the muscles clench and flex while his hand grips a hearty handful of your right cheek, pulling you even closer and it's like he's trying to crawl inside you with this kiss and your toes are curling and you don't know how you've gone so long without a kiss like this.

“Soon I hope to see the freckles your hiding,” Ragged and rough and your thighs rub together wantonly as you moan. “You can't say things like that,” You chastise, shoving him playfully. He stumbles back theatrically and you laugh, shaking your head and then he's wound his arms around you, trapping you against him. “You'll give a girl ideas,” You manage as his lips attach themselves to the long column of your neck, sucking here and there.

“And pray tell what kind of ideas are you referring to?”

“Ones that shouldn't be spoken of on the street.”

“Whisper them to me then.”

In the end, you don't. You yawn and suddenly you're reminded of your aching feet and how you've been up since four in the morning. You share another kiss – this is something tender and gentle, your tongues still tangle, though – and you end up resting your forehead against his. He brushes a wayward curl away as a brief breeze blows through and your heart clutches. You can't handle the way he's staring at you – so focused, so open and warm – it's like nothing else in the world exists. It's too much but you never want him to stop.

Your phone number is in his phone now and his in yours.

You don't know how you're not physically chasing him as you watch him disappear into the night because now that he's kissed you, you don't know how you'll survive without another.

Your phone pings and there's a text tell me those ideas i've put in your head

You shake your head and text back a lady would never

you'll tell me soon enough. /just like soon enough i'll see those freckles your hiding.

You don't know how you manage to stumble through your flat, Rufus practically mauling you, as that last text made your knees weaker than they'd ever been. You fall asleep in a tangle of sheets and when you wake up the next day there's a text waiting for you.

is it soon enough yet?

You giggle and squeal like some silly school girl and as you peel your pajamas away and step into the steaming shower, you think this man is going to be the death of me

#richard madden #richard madden fanfic #fanfiction

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phroyd · 5 years

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The impeachment inquiry against Donald Trump resumed on Saturday with testimony from a senior state department official. Concurrently, John Kelly, the former White House chief of staff, said he “felt bad” for having left Trump’s side, because his advice was not followed and the president therefore faced impeachment.

Speaking at the Sea Island Summit, an event in Georgia organised by the conservative Washington Examiner, Kelly said that on leaving, he “said, ‘Whatever you do, don’t hire a ‘yes man’, someone who won’t tell you the truth’”.

“Don’t do that,” the retired marine general said he told Trump. “Because if you do, I believe you will be impeached.”

Kelly, 69, left his post in December last year, to criticism that he had not managed to restrain Trump’s wilder impulses.

The former South Carolina congressman Mick Mulvaney replaced Kelly and still fills role in an acting capacity. He is under pressure, having told reporters Trump did make Ukraine the subject of a quid pro quo, withholding nearly $400m in US military aid while asking for political favours, the issue at the heart of the impeachment inquiry.

Trump denies having done so but the House foreign affairs, intelligence and oversight committees have heard extensive testimony to the contrary.

On Saturday Philip Reeker, acting assistant secretary of state for European and Eurasian affairs, met the committees behind closed doors at the Capitol. The Trump administration directed him not to testify, a person familiar with the situation told Reuters, but Reeker appeared after receiving a subpoena.

The top US diplomat for Europe told the committees he had not known US aid may have been withheld in order to pressure Ukraine’s new president to conduct investigations helpful to Trump, a source told Reuters. The source said Reeker was prepared to say he had largely left Ukraine policy to Kurt Volker, then US special representative for Ukraine negotiations, and others.

Reeker took up his post on 18 March, overseeing 50 nations including Russia and Ukraine at a time when the ambassador to Ukraine, Marie Yovanovitch, faced public criticism at home.

The source told Reuters Reeker sought a stronger state department defence of Yovanovitch, who was brought back early in May, but this appeared to have been stymied “from the top”. It was not clear if secretary of state Mike Pompeo objected.

Other officials have said the Ukraine issue was delegated to Volker and Gordon Sondland, ambassador to the European Union. Volker testified and released text messages that detailed conversations between him, Sondland and Bill Taylor, now the top US diplomat in Ukraine. Taylor wrote that he thought it was “crazy” to withhold aid for help with a political campaign.

Taylor testified that he was told the aid would be withheld until Ukraine conducted the investigations Trump requested. Sondland and Taylor have testified and detailed their concerns about the influence of Trump’s personal lawyer, Rudy Giuliani.

Another diplomat, George Kent, testified that he was told to “lie low” and defer to three political appointees. Yovanovitch has accused the Trump administration of recalling her based on false claims.

The House committees have scheduled several depositions for next week, all behind closed doors. On Monday, former deputy national security adviser Charles Kupperman is due to testify. On Tuesday, lawmakers expect Alexander Vindman, the National Security Council’s top expert on Ukraine.

Kathryn Wheelbarger, acting assistant secretary of defense for international security, is scheduled for Wednesday and Tim Morrison, a White House adviser on Russia and Europe, is set to appear on Thursday.

On Friday this week, Kupperman received a subpoena. He asked a federal court if he should comply or follow Trump’s directive not to, because he “cannot satisfy the competing demands of both the legislative and executive branches”. Without the court’s help, he said, he would have to make a decision that could “inflict grave constitutional injury” on Congress or the presidency.

Unless the judge issues an opinion by Monday, his testimony might not occur as scheduled.

Also on Friday, a federal judge rejected a claim by Trump and his Republican allies that the impeachment process was illegitimate because the full House had not voted to authorize it. The judge ordered the administration to give the judiciary committee secret material from the former special counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation into Russian meddling in the 2016 US election.

“The American people had another victory yesterday in the court decision validating not only the impeachment inquiry but the imperative that the administration stop stonewalling,” House intelligence chair Adam Schiff, leading the inquiry, told Reuters.

Doug Collins, the top Republican on the judiciary committee, said he looked forward to “an expeditious appeal”.

In Georgia on Saturday, Kelly insisted he had “an awful lot of, to say the least, second thoughts about leaving” the White House.

“It pains me to see what’s going on,” he said, “because I believe if I was still there or someone like me was there, [Trump] would not be kind of, all over the place.”

The impeachment inquiry is expected to lead to a House vote before Christmas, most likely sending Trump to the Senate for trial. A conviction is unlikely but the White House and Republicans have faced criticism for their response so far, chaotic and confrontational rather than coordinated and effective.

“Someone has got to be a guide that tells [the president] that you either have the authority or you don’t, or ‘Mr President, don’t do it,’” Kelly said. “Don’t hire someone that will just nod and say, ‘That’s a great idea Mr President.’ Because you will be impeached.”

He added: “The system that should be in place, clearly – the system of advising, bringing in experts in, having these discussions with the president so he can make an informed decision, that clearly is not in place. And I feel bad that I left.”

From Camp David, Trump tweeted that he’s “not concerned with the impeachment scam … because I did nothing wrong.”

Phroyd

#trump impeachment inquiry #donald trump #trump administration #us congress #us politics

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January 25, 2021: 4:02 pm:

An airplane flew over my house at dawn today.

It was a small one. The dawn airplane would not be unusual... 10 years ago... as the early morning small airplane flyover happened everyday at dawn, on it’s way towards the north, then return at about 4:00 pm to towards the south.

I can’t recall when, but at some point, the early morning airplane to the north at sunrise, stopped happening everyday at dawn. The timing seems to have been all the changed, as the return flight south of that small airplane at about 4:00 pm continues. I am not seeing or hearing the airplane at dawn, instead, it’s either taking a different route, or is on a different schedule than usual.

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Last night at about midnight, I took a walk out to the mailbox with two big framing hammers, 26 oz Vaughn “California Framer” and a lighter, 22 oz Eastwing demo hammer.

I needed to open the mailbox.

Joe Biden glued the fucking mailbox shut, so, hammers... have to open the mailbox.

On the way there, at the part of my driveway near my gate where I call it “The Valley of Death”, is where I encountered the terrorist bitch who Joe Biden ordered to be sent here to fuck with me.

“Who are you?” I said, sternly.

“It’s not Rick... nix is caught” replied a combination of live words and electronic communication device utterances from the intruding terrorists Christian Pirate assassin bitch that Joe Biden sent here, with super glue.

The assassin was wearing a “Pixel Suit” invisible camouflage electronic suit, laying on the ground at the edge of my driveway.

“THUD”... I said.

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1-26-2021: 1:11 am: additional:

The terrorist bitch said: “Ooof!”

(I forgot about about that part)

(you have to pay extra for the “Ooof!”)

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Then... “Idiot” I said some more.

I walked to the mailbox to open it. The mailbox is smarter than the terrorist bitch, opened right up when I asked it to.

I could hear some moaning from my driveway on return walk along Jackpine. I stopped at the end of my driveway, to listen. Then, someone at Monroe’s front porch said “play the tape”, then, a repeat of “Who are you” and “It’s not Rick... nix is caught” and “THUD” (then “Ooof!”) and “idiot” was heard from over there, about 200 feet away.

I walked briskly back to my house. There was some movement about three feet away from me as I walked through the Valley of Death near my driveway gate.

I checked the car door, it’s glued shut also, have to get a bigger hammer for that.

There was no mail in the mailbox, just air in there.

The Superglue on everything causes a situation where the victim needs to undo what was glued shut, and in that confusion, that moment of “what the fuck is going on with this fucking thing... it’s stuck... hmmm... darn... ok... pull this... smack this over here... shit... I broke it some more... have to get a hammer”... that is when the Democrat terror bastards attack with a sword, after flooding the area with poison gasses.

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5:08 pm:

https://twitter.com/NicolaSturgeon/status/1353774041044307968

https://twitter.com/BBCNews/status/1353862461234044929

https://twitter.com/NBCNews/status/1353831267087867905

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMD2TwRvuoU

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This theme is playing out now with news from Twitter.

With just that much there, I can specify that the terrorist bitch in The Valley of Death was Cynthia Manning, or, a replacement of Cynthia Manning,

The terror orders originated with a few Tweets from Boris Johnson:

Here, he passes the torch to Sturgeon, and the theme changes to “Fire Woman“ by The Cult.

https://twitter.com/BorisJohnson/status/1353713505879420928

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPY8Qn3DSB4

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These are the original orders from Johnson to Joe Biden, to work together to remove a common pain in their asses, even though Biden and Johnson are leaders of opposing terror army’s. Johnson is smooth, remains calm, reaches out to an enemy, Biden, to kill me, a man who is taking the global terrorist leaders to the ground, while held captive by both of them.

Boris hands to the controls to Sturgeon, who arranged that Cynthia Manning would be the operative, backed by a lot of Democrat support, in a unusual alliance between two opposing terror army’s,

SAG/Britain/Trump/Johnson/Benedict

and

SAG/Biden/Vatican (Bergoglio/Google)/Britain

https://twitter.com/BorisJohnson/status/1353080620491165699

There are lots more pieces to this Twitter/Google/YouTube communication of global terrorism hit commands today, yesterday, day before.

I only presented a small part of what is available for decode.

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5:35 pm:

Modern social conditions require that it is the responsibility of the murder victim, to solve their own murder details.

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5:37 pm:

These photos are available online, the books they were printed in may have all been destroyed, however, this is also part of the theme used as shell language for a murder hit, are unspoken, but Stonehenge is me, for this set of communication, and my mailbox hinge, and car door hinge, was glued shut to suit the theme for further discussion and symbolism:

Stonehenge is part of the Russian Mother of all Hoaxes.

They want to create a situation that will show that this account is like Stonehenge.

The information in this account is as real as real can get.

The TV news, newspapers, and much of recorded AD history, and more, is what is false.

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5:47 pm:

I want to try to teach you how a crucifix works in modern times, for symbolic use, as a way to say terror marching orders in print, video, internet... everywhere information has been documented and recorded in some way, from blocbuster movies, to cave drawings from ancient times, to a song on the radio, to one small beep on you cellular phone, from hieroglyphics Egyptian rock carvings, to technical writings used for constructing International Space Station.

All recorded history of everything that was ever written, or could be described with words is included in this symbolism.

These are ASCII symbols:

This one represents the vertical member of the Pope’s Crucifix:

Alt + 23: ↨

↨

This is Alt + 22: ▬

▬

Those are two ASCII parts of a Crucifix.

“Jesus was a Carpenter”, he had to nail together his own Crucifix, that is why he is a Carpenter. Those are the parts necessary for Jesus to build his Crucifix that he will be nailed onto. There are probably some nails in the ASCII codes. you can go find those on your own, send an apprentice for that, tell him you need a box of “Toe nails”.

The vertical member of the Pope’s Crucifix is the place where all of that recorded history is contained, Google keeps it all organized these days, but it was not always Google’s job for that, they had Britannia Encyclopedia before there was Google for collecting all of the information.

So, at the top of the Pope’s vertical part of the Crucifix, is music, the Vatican Choir singing a Middle C is there, at the very tippy top.

Other music, and sounds, audible things are below that top C note (C note is also $100 bill, a C note, has Franklin on there, is a “Dead Bitch”, and marks the grave)

Below the music, is layers of written news, video is down below the horizontal member, all of the information, contents of the Library at Alexandria (dead bitch) and more, is all arranged along the height of the vertical member. Pornography is all located at about Ground Level, is “Sodomy” on the ground level, and then Snuff movies, torture, and true stories of bloody war, are located below ground level where it is planted on the graves.

So, news media terror “Poly the Parrot” is able to reach in there, to grab something, anything will work, but, they can be selective, to pull out from all of that history, some set of details that are in there, it’s a “Pandora’s Box” of stuff.

Then, when Jesus shows up, someone who wrote down something about terrorism, someone who saw the enormous Christian Pirate Ship and told about what they saw, that is when Jesus will become a Carpenter, to nail together his or her own grave marker, the Pope’s Crucifix. The act of writing something about the Christian Pirate Ship, such as decoding that the modern day lead vessel is the HMS Eleanor Rigby, captained by I O Downing Street, or, that the Admiral of he Christian Pirate Fleet is all of the Pope’s that ever were, and are called “The Jim Dunlop” aboard “The Flying V”, or any other smaller details of the Christian terror, is when the news media sets into motion, a theme they grab from somewhere along the height of the vertical part of the Crucifix. There are many terror cells, so, many themes can all be playing out simultaneously for use a shell language to use to capture Jesus, so he can be tortured, used, nailed to the mast of the pirate ship... information is the wind that moves the boat, so, every Jesus has some power to move the boat forward.

That thing that was grabbed by newsmedia as a theme, is this thing on the ASCII codes:

Alt: 16: ►

►

It represents a 16 year old terror apprentice, disposable terror captive trained pirate who has no choices but to run with the ball, that thing that was grabbed from the Library at Alexandria by newsmedia, it’s just a selection of information taken from the archives, to use as a theme, something to bury command language within, is all it is, is handed to a young disposable terror soldier, symbolically.

That ►, is placed on the far left side of the ▬ horizontal axis part of the Pope’s Crucifix, and Jesus is prepared to run with the ball towards the right side of the Crucifix horizontal member.

It works out most of the time, where that 16 year old disposable terrors soldier is the targeted victim who wrote something down about having seen the Christian Pirate ship, and has to run a gauntlet of terror to the other side on the right. Obstacles of unbelievable circumstance are placed in the path of the victim who is trying to break free, to go towards the right.

The victim starts the journey on the left side of the Pope’s Crucifix. The obstacles are universally enormous.

(this is high resolution image, zoom in to see how Jesus must run on the thin blue line, while surrounded by waves of green in a gauntlet of obstacles)

Over here, way over on the right side of the horizontal member of the Pope’s Crucifix, is where the victim needs to go, to find some peace, and some freedom.

Very few people survive the Gauntlet, to reach freedom.

There are only three points to a Crucifix, the one that is below ground is not visible, but it’s the one on the far right that is not there, because the Gauntlet is never ending, so, that point that is underground on the vertical member, is where the snuff movies are at, just a little bit below pornography, and that is why Virgo is on the far right of the horizontal member, as shown. no one gets snuffed, without first being fucked many times over, along the journey of the Gauntlet contained on the Pope’s Crucifix.

The Pope is the captain of a pirate ship that collects souls at ground zero, where the Hero, is Sodomized.

Grounds Hero at Ground Zero, or, Grounds Xero, as your gender designates.

Xerox, is the replacement copy who takes your place to vote.

This is not a new thing, is 2021 years old.

There are no people willing to fight against it. It’s a Big Yellow Airplane the no one can see.

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That is also a representation of what happens to people once they are about 16 years old, and are controlled by the church. I told two stories at once, so, you need to do your own research to see what parts of that explanation suit the way your own life is going. The formula for generic control, is customizable for specific murder hits.

See that Jesus never really reaches the far right side to freedom on the horizontal member, instead, he falls off somewhere, gets planted into the ground, and becomes the part of the vertical member, under the ground, where the snuff movies are categorized by Google.

See, that when news media, (Laura Ingram) talks about the “Far Left”, that is a place where some kind of Jesus is prepared to run a Gauntlet, towards the “Far Right”, and, you need to also see, that there really is no “Far Right”, it never ends, keeps on going forever, eternally planted into the ground after Jesus is buried, and becomes the Crucifix he built, is Vested, as “Journeyman Carpenter”.

Jesus, for the news considerations, could be a terror attack scenario playing out over time. Far Left is where it begins, then it progresses to the right, while they track it’s progress toward a long term goal, or a short term one.

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7:19 pm:

Typical Internet Browser Refresh Button:

Is a crucifix, when Jesus falls off along the Gauntlet towards the right, and is planted into the ground, then, the replacement terror Christian Pirate absorbs that persons ID, there whole life, is harnessed to continue in place of the Jesus who fell off of the right side of the horizontal member while trying to dodge the incoming obstacles of the Gauntlet.

Refresh.

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@ Knowledge E = MC² is this: ----------------------------------------G> (Gnosis---> @ Knowledge

The Gnosis are the lies told by the Christian Pirates for the past 2021 years. They are all contained in all of the recorded history of the world. As Real Knowledge tries desperately to catch up to the lies, to measure them, to keep them in check, the Gnosis of lies gains more velocity at a rate that doubles with each measurement attempt, while a real measurement is not attainable.

That is what E = MC² says, when the equation is fully worked out and a proof done.

E = MC² is somewhere on the second page of about four pages of math.

It’s the simplest form of the expression of the statement I used a few arrows and dashes to show.

Just so you know, Albert Einstein was a genius, but, he became a Vested Journeyman Carpenter as a result of his work.

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Benjamin Franklin is another kind of story about secret knowledge.

I don‘t have the answers enough to say a conclusion about Ben Franklin.

I have some puzzle parts to share:

Franklin is the only person on US Currency who is not a US President, not counting a Buffalo, or coins.

Buffalo’s are not Buffalo’s anymore, they are “Bison“.

Ben is said to have flown a kite in a thunderstorm.

It won‘t work, you cannot fly a kite in a thunderstorm, something else happened.

A kite is another way of saying “Flag”, “Jack”, “Message”, “note”.

If you fly a kite, while the kite is aloft, a paper note with a tear, attached to the string, will somehow travel the length of the string to meet the kite, while aloft. Is a mystery why that happens, is secret knowledge.

Mr. Franklin was a lot of things, his grave marker says he was a “Printer”.

They put him on a one-hundred dollar bill.

“Hun“ means “Bitch” in Italian, or French slang.... maybe some other language, I learned it in Italian.

HunDred = Hun Dred = Hun Arrrhhhgggg Red = Dead Bitch (is based on a Verb “To Arrrgghhh”; is the activity of producing a primal war cry at the moment the sword swings to produce the Ell of the cut it makes)

“Jam” is to pack full; is a spread of fruit also.

In some places, “to Jam”, is to move swiftly, “We be jammin“ is really bookin‘ along.

Ben Jammin’ a long time.

“Let me be Frank with you”

“Frankly, we be jammin‘“

Benjamin Franklin is a mystery.

Something my brother used to say when he saw a hot chick somewhere:

“Must be jelly, ‘cause jam don‘t shake like that”

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8:28 pm:

Find the people who mapped the first 255 ASCII symbols, to find Christian terror pirates. Hint: Bill Gates used to say “The” in between every other word he spoke.

@ = Alt 1600

Happened later. ============

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9:10 pm:

https://twitter.com/i/events/1353786909659545601

Do math:

I once knew a friend, who refused be anyone’s friend, was hassled a lot in 1969. John Shipman.

He was very big kid, like a “Fat Albert” sort of kid.

The other kids called him “Bathtub”, because he was as heavy as a cast iron bathtub.

Shipman = Tubman

A hull of a cast iron tub of a boat. A Cast Iron Dingy.

Biden says they are on sale, $20 at the Church Yard Sale.

Joe’s WH Press Secretary does not have the word “Currency” in her vocabulary, is not wearing any makeup, and has a T-Shirt on for the national WH update. Is Substandard WH Press Release Subject Matter.

Bill Cosby: Buck Buck, from “Bill Cosby, Revenge”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv65fZ5yRk8

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Bill Cosby is a very funny fellow.

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9:44 pm:

Bathtub Drain Plug, Two-Pack.

From Ebay:

Comes in black & grey.

https://www.bing.com/shop?q=Bathtub+drain+plug%2c+two+pack&FORM=SHOPTB

With time:

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9:51 pm:

Speculation:

Chinese Size:

(BTW: I am a white guy, Scottish descent. It won‘t help to round up or hurt Chinese people, or Scots.)

Joe Biden is a Shoe Cobbler, a Seventh Day Adventist Christian terror cannibal pirate who hunts virgins at the Elementary Schools.

The Tubman $20 terror comm from White House looks like a way to say:

“Bayonet”

and that translates to a Mutiny aboard the Pirate Ship, at the Bay, where the O says there is a Net.

The O is that gal in the green tee shirt.

Tea Shirt.

Boston Tax Party at the Bay.

If there are REAL POLICE anywhere near there, to do a net, then your cover is blown.

US Government is a Leaky, Leaky highway of child trafficking done by Christian pirates for the take over, and advance towards Global Domination Under the Cross.

That press secretary is showing all of the signs of a SDA terror soldier. She looks innocent, is presented as humble, uses no makeup, and is not condescending nor submissive.

She is a terror SDA messenger for Joe Biden.

However, I don‘t believe Joe Biden is in the White House at all. My read is that there are Amp Guru members there, secretly running the USA, but from a remote location somewhere else, such as Kauai, a Ranch there.

It’s all Time Warp terror.

Best guess, without being there, is Ann Wilson is the acting “President”, but is not the president, is a terrorist leader who took over the presidency in around 2008 as G.W. Bush was going out the back door, Wilson and crew came in through the service porch, and took over, all prepared beforehand with a lot of prearranged video they spent ten years making before the attack at the service porch.

I don‘t have all of the answers, but there is no one asking any questions anyway.

Ann Wilson. I am serious as a Heart Attack.

Deadly serious.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUgQ4z3B0Qw

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10: 46 pm:

It’s the Twitter way to racially attack on behalf of Christian Pirates.

Twitter must be removed from the internet permanently as a very first step to solving global terrorism.

The Tweet is a targeting effort, is misguided, has no merit and is spoken in reverse, sounds like a good thing, but includes the address of Asians, for Chinese Take Out ordered through CBS news on Twitter in the name of a US President, who is not likely to be at the White House at all.

https://twitter.com/CBSNews/status/1353910405928808449

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11:06 pm:

The $20 bill has two tens in common.

Each ten, is has the other in common, to make the $20.

That’s a “10-20″ physical location somewhere.

Amp Guru is the highest of high terror Christian pirate command, they live in a symbolic pyramid, a triangular prism.

Hamilton is featured on the $10 US Currency.

Democrats have famously adapted Hamilton into their Puerto Rican third world island tropical ways. (pirates say: “Emery Can“ when saying “American”. Emery board, or emery paper, is “Sand Paper”, a “beach” statement on rough sea’s, could be “White Caps” there. [this goes on forever into the Russian Mother Hoax from there]).

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police, in union with the SAG fake police “Pigs” protect and serve all of the terror Christian pirates.

So, the headline of the Twitter Trending news item, is a “Tutankhamun” Egyptian Pyramid high command statement, where “Two Tens in Common” is part of what is being said about the Tubman Iron Dingy with a leak in the 20.

To “speed up” the 20, is a complicated idea, need insider information to know what direction to read the terror comm. But I say that at least some of what is said is that Two RCMP are directed to solve whatever the problem is. Or, Two SAG actor fake police in uniform with real squad cars, or both, or a whole bunch of those guys, a “Blue Screen“ event, where 5 squad cars show up with ten fake police, at someone’s house, “The Chinese Take Out at the Ten 20 Address” is what it looks like... at my house again, because I keep spoiling their show.

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1-26-2021: 12:58 pm: “Speed Up”:

Speed = “distance over time”

They are pirates. The speed is measured in knotts.

““Travel a distance in time, there is a deadline, tie knotts.”

I remember this one, it’s a “Ye Olde English 800 Medieval” terror cell torture scenario, where the victim is disemboweled, intestines are tied in knots, the victim is told to do the tieing. It’s gruesome. The terror bastards took over all of the hospitals, so, the torture includes a pirate anesthesiologist who provides a pain free, surgical torture experience at the victims home with surgical grade anesthetic drugs. The victims observe and participate in their own dismantling. Happens at the house next to mine, 520 Jackpine, many of the victims there are kidnapped from the rest stop on I-5 nearby, and some are federal agents who refuse to do their own research, won‘t read the reports I make, trust the local authorities, who are pirates, and send them into traps, where they are captured and tortured to provide information that will lead to the pirate take over at the agency HQ.

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Blue Screen:

Also known as: “Bears on Wheels”

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The terror event called a “Blue Screen” by the SAG leadership, and “Bears on Wheels” by the SDA terror soldiers, is the reason why the “Green Screen“ for digital movie making techniques turned green. It was a “Blue Screen“ at the studios, until they came up with the Blue Screen terror event, where a lot of fake police are sent to scare, capture, torture, and kill someone. They liked the idea of “Blue Screen” for the terror event label, as a cover so it can spoken about, so, to avoid confusion among the ranks, the digital studio’s (Pixar) turned their blue screens green.

The Pixar (Disney) green screen has been green for about 20 years, was blue before that.

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megacircuit9universe · 4 years

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MOVEMENT

FRI JUN 12 2020

So, we’re nearing the end of week three, of the nationwide protests that began in Minnesota after the public execution of George Floyd and it has gone from scattered pockets of social unrest, to a full blown national uprising in which citizens of all 50 states have been clashing seriously with jack booted police in riot gear every single night... to a solidified movement against systemic racism and fascism in the US.

Officially known as the Black Lives Matter movement (BLM) the latest battle cry has become, “Defund the Police,” and basically calls for law enforcement as we know it to to be disbanded and replaced with a much more compartmentalized system of different local agencies to deal with the multiplicity of different issues that, currently, all full under the blanket of gun-toting, badge brandishing cops.

And I fully support this idea.

One department to deal with homelessness. One to deal with domestic violence. One to deal with traffic violations. One to deal with mental illness. And, etc.

And the foundation of this infrastructure is already in place, with our current 911 emergency system. If your grandmother falls and can’t get up, you call 911, and they dispatch EMTs in an ambulance to take her to the ER. If your house is on fire, 911 dispatches the fire department.

And for decades, we’ve all been encouraged to call your local police department (rather than 911) for almost every COP related task other than a grave crime in progress, like a murder, or a home invasion.

If your neighbors are being too loud after midnight... call the local police department. Not 911. If you think you saw a shady character doing a drug deal down the block... police department. Not 911.

In truth, most of what police do is take reports after the fact, and file paperwork about crimes and complaints. Most of the arrests they make are either on the scene of a domestic abuse (arresting drunk guys) on the scene of a traffic stop (usually for expired or revoked credentials, drunk driving, or possession of contraband like drugs or guns) and... arrests for no other good reason than to harass minorities in poor neighborhoods.

That last one, however, has, over the decades gone from mostly intimidation and harassment, with brutality in small pockets... to widespread execution of black people on the streets in broad daylight in every major city, and some not so major cities.

It is true that smart phones have made this egregious conduct a lot more visible than ever, so yes, it probably was worse in past decades than I think it was, but there’s also no doubt that racists have gotten a lot more bold under the Trump administration... sensing they can act on their deadliest impulses without fear of repercussions.

Racism has always been a deadly flashpoint in America, since it’s founding, but over the second half of the 20th century, we did seem to have made some real progress at putting the worst of it behind us.

For a few decades there, racists... especially the violent ones... had to hide in the closet. In public, they had to behave themselves. And white supremacist groups, and neo-nazis seemed like extremely fringe groups who we laughed about... just powerless nut jobs whining from the sidelines of history... watching helplessly as the world moved on without them.

I feel like this began to change after 9/11. 2001... beginning of a new century... and an unprecedented attack on mainland USA. Not some Island we owned in the middle of the Pacific, like Pearl Harbor... but New York City, and Washington DC!

And who were to blame? The browns! The towel heads! The Muslims!

9/11 gave racists a reason to come out of the closet again. No, they couldn’t shit talk Jews, Mexicans, or Black Americans, but... they could spit their vitriol against the terrorist Muslims aloud without much push back.

And that breath of fresh air in their racist nostrils went a long way toward renormalizing the kind of open, flag waving jingoism society thought it had left behind with the McCarthy era.

Fox News, of course, was already around... and the internet too, was taking off it’s dial-up training pants and using the broadband like a big network. Racists found one another... began to establish new codes to present their agenda in public, while establishing new dog whistles to signal one another over the same airwaves.

All through the Bush Administration, these newly coded racist and nationalistic viewpoints were given the full benefit of the doubt by the mainstream media... just, another side, to our grand political discourse.

But the left, especially from my generation (X) were not idiots and not having it. We called them out, and we created push back. We created enough push back, in fact, that in 2008, we managed to get Barack Obama elected as our nation’s first black President... about fifty years earlier than anybody expected!

That was a MASSIVE slap in the face to the hardcore racists in the country who had only just begun to start feeling their oats again, and had all kinds of plans for how to wield the power they felt was nearly within their grasp.

They lost a lot of ground over the eight years of Obama... as Millenials grew up to wield social media in ways never before dreamt of... for normalizing very progressive social issues, from women’s rights, to black rights, trans rights, gay rights, decriminalization of marijuana, etc, etc... until we got the prize of the century, legal gay marriage in all 50 states overnight!.. again... about fifty years earlier than expected.

But while young Millennials proved themselves unmatched wizard masters of social media, putting old-hat conservatives, white nationalists, and xenophobes alike, completely to shame... they had one Achilles heel.

...They turned out to be totally useless in actual elections!

The young Millennial Left had done all of their magic under the protection of the Obama administration... and the technology it brought us... and the progressive political atmosphere it afforded us.

But it was a coalition of GenX and Boomers who, after having fought Bush for eight terrible years, gave them Obama, and reelected Obama again, while they were all still too young to go to the polls.

When 2016 came along, and it was their turn to actually show up and vote in the primaries for their boy Bernie... they didn’t show up, and Hillary took the nomination.

Then, in the generals, they again stayed home because... why are you making us vote for Hillary? Fuck you!

The older lefties also dropped the ball. After eight years of Obama, they’d become a bit overconfident, and a bit lazy. Many, I’m sure, assumed the Millennials would show up in numbers that were... far higher than zero.

Trump, meanwhile, had played to those disaffected dregs of humanity... the racists... the white nationalists... the old-hat conservatives... speaking their code, and using their dog whistles. Make America Great Again... not so much like the 1950s... but like the early 2000s... when they were respected!

He not only tapped into their racism, but their hatred of the left... those goddam Millenials who stole the stage from them, and got gay marriage legalized.

That’s how he edged out the nomination against all his more normal GOP rivals, and... when the generals came... of course they voted for him, because what did they have to lose?

Thus, the golden era of Obama, our first black President, was immediately answered by our worst white nationalist President since Andrew Johnson (who immediately followed Lincoln), and our worst President period.

And that brings us back to now... 2020.

Over four years, we tolerated all the repugnant tweets, the racist travel bans and caging of immigrants at the border, separating them from their children, then losing track of the children... the sympathy for Putin, and Kim Jong Un... the abandonment of Puerto Rico in the aftermath of natural disaster... because he didn’t respect the President of Puerto Rico (himself)... the lies, the hatred, the mass shootings condoned, the conspiracy theories, the crimes.

We tolerated, but we resisted, and we waited on the Mueller investigation.

In 2018, once again... Millennials failed to show up at the polls. Despite all their grievances, the nightmare, as it was, wasn’t bad enough to get their asses off the couch to go vote. Easier to stay home and bitch on Twitter and Tumblr.

The rest of us did at least show up and flip a ton of State Houses, and Senates, and Governorships... and the US House of Representatives... to put Trump on notice.

And this resulted, not only in the legalization of weed in several new states, but also... Trump’s impeachment. Not too shabby, for a salty resistance movement who couldn’t count on any support from the youngsters on election day.

In 2019, Bernie Sanders again, caught fire! This time, not only with GenX and Millennials, but also GenZ... who were finally hitting voting age in time for the primaries of 2020! It looked like we were finally gonna bust everything wide open!

But when the primaries came, in early 2020, not only did the Millennials not show up... but they’d passed on their apathy to the up and coming Zoomers, who, instead of going to the polls, stayed home to make TikTok Memes about, “Don’t make me vote for Joe Biden.”

Don’t make you vote for Joe Biden?

Don’t YOU make ME vote for Joe Biden, you spoiled, slack ass little TWERPS! What are you talking about? You have a vote now! Bernie doesn’t win the nomination without it! Without all of your votes, you... dancing to sound clip idiots!

Who taught you to think it was the old people’s job to hand you a general election candidate.... oh yeah. Right.... the Tumbler Blog, YouTubing idiots you grew up idolizing.

WE’RE FUCKING DOOMED!

But just then... SarsCoV2 came to town. It came to shut down the economy on the Millennials who were only just finally starting to get ahead after it shut down on them in 2008 (when they were graduating high school just like Z is now)... and it came to shut down the schools, to send all the Zoomers home for the spring... summmer... fall... eternity.

It also hit the elderly, minority, working, and poor communities especially hard, either by direct infections, or financial hardship, or the hardship of being a largely unprotected “essential worker” on the front lines.

And even as it became famous for forcing all Americans to wear masks... Covid19 also UNMASKED Americans in a way no calamity has in modern times... in their selfishness, as with the hoarders of toilet paper, and the protesters for haircuts... and in their science denying ignorance.

And it was only a matter of time before it would rend naked, the murderous culture of our police, in broad daylight, before a captive, nationwide audience with nothing else to distract them anymore.

No jobs to go to. No classes. No retail shopping to do. Fed up with quarantine. Fed up with Trump’s total failure of leadership on the pandemic. Fed up with his do-nothing Senate resisting any financial aid.

Fed up with all the bullshit of the past four years.

And fed... the fuck... UP... with systemic racism, police brutality, fascism in general... and those god damn confederate flag waving, racist grandchildren of the losers of the god damn civil war, and all their motherfucking confederate statues erected to glorify the treasonous traitors in their family trees.

This week, not just in America, but in many other western countries, statues dedicated to racist slave traders, and confederate generals alike fell. In some cases they were taken down by authorities, but in many others, they were toppled by mobs, beheaded, and rolled into the rivers.

The Black Lives Matter movement has become global now, and it’s got teeth.

Shark teeth.

Not only are racist statues dropping like flies, but the confederate flag is on it’s way to join the Nazi swastika flag in the halls of infamy... this week being banned by none other than NASCAR, as well as other organizations.

The US military is considering re-naming all bases currently named after confederate generals (we had those??? WTF???).

Laws are being passed to outlaw choke holds by police... to appease the angry populace, while full defunding and restructuring of law enforcement is totally on the table, and being taken seriously.

Across the country, governmental power is on the defensive, and in many quarters, conceding to demands... looking to negotiate... desperate to calm the storm that is the Black Lives Matter Movement... even while jack booted cops are still lobbing tear gas grenades and pepper balls at the protesters in the streets, beating them with clubs, and shooting rubber bullets at them.

Meanwhile, those gun-toting, 2nd Amendment ass hats who were protesting to get haircuts last month, are nowhere to be seen. They’ve gone back into hiding, and they’re quietly asking...

How are these lefties getting so much leverage, and so much change in such a short time? How? When we were winning?

The short answer?.. Numbers.

78% of the American public now supports the BLM movement.

This is damn near an 80/20 split now, against Trump, and against all levels of fascist bullshit, Federal, State, and Municipal.

The old, “silent majority,” they used to talk about in the Nixon era, presumed to be conservative... has now shifted much further to the left... and is also no longer silent, as of three weeks ago.

And never, did the silent majority of the Nixonian era come close to 80%.

NASCAR is scared. The cops are scared. Power... is scared. This is dynamite.

Nobody cares about 2nd Amendment loser with their guns. Clearly those idiots were brainwashed to vote against their own interests long ago... to hate science... revel in magical thinking... hate their countrymen based on superficial bullshit like skin color... child’s play to gaslight and manipulate that crowd.

But these other 80%? Angry and taking to the streets?.. fearless?.. fed up?.. wide awake and ready to go to the matt now, on everything? Fuck!

Old and Young alike? Fuck! No holds barred?.. just beheading confederate statues and telling the southerners to deal with the fact that they lost and get over it? Fuck!

Allies in every western country on the streets doing the same?

Even the Amish out there on their side?

FUCK!

HO-LY FUCK!

So... my first entry about this was entitled, “Civil Unrest.”

The next one was entitled, “Uprising.”

This one is entitled, “Movement.”

What they, in power, are now desperate to prevent... is a situation that I would end up telling you about in an entry entitled, “Revolution.”

We’ll see what comes.

Apologies for the long length of this entry, but... we’re living through interesting times.

Nonetheless...

It’s time for bed.

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i-may-have-a-point · 7 years

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Review of 13x19 “What’s Inside?”

When I first watched the episode, my initial reaction was that it was so awful I didn’t need to write a review. But then I thought that maybe the fact that it was so awful was something I needed to write about. There is a lot to be said about the choices the show isn’t making, so this review really focuses on that.

I get the opening scene completely. As I said in my 13x18 review, this episode is about Maggie accepting her mother’s death, so opening with her visiting her mother's grave makes sense. Now I don’t think this story should have been the one driving the episode, but here we are anyway. As much as I expected a scene with Maggie at her mom’s grave, I was distracted during most of it. I had to watch it twice just to tell you what Mer and Amelia were saying to each other. And the thing that distracted me has been distracting me for a while – Mer’s clothes. For the most part, I think the wardrobe department is fantastic, especially with the women. Each woman has a specific style to their clothing outside of the hospital that reflects their personality well. Even in this scene, Amelia’s leather jacket is a great call back to her edgier Private Practice days. It was a great clothing choice. But it makes the poor clothing choice for Mer even more obvious. Mer’s style is slowing becoming, “Well it looks clean, so I guess I’ll wear it.” And that would maybe be understandable if she was sporting the tired mom look, but since her kids have been in the basement since season eleven, it’s strange. And on top of that this is the second episode of the last three where someone has called Mer hot, so they clearly want to send a message about her appearance to the audience. It’s all very strange.

Eliza, Arizona, and Riggs – For a character that was the catalyst for one of the only story lines the show chose to focus on this season, Minnick has been curiously absent from our screens. I have to think the show got the hint that the fans were not going to be told who to like and decided to pull back a bit. The audience screaming “No!” at Paleyfest when Arizona and Eliza were mentioned had to have grabbed their attention at least a little. Arizona says to Riggs, “It’s just that people are so full of opinions about Eliza…” and I don’t think that was completely about the characters. It feels like Arizona is justifying to the audience why it’s okay for her to be with Eliza. “I’m recently divorced.” (Recent? Define recent because people have had babies and completed cancer trials since your “recent” divorce. Is this another Grey’s timeline black hole?)

Owen and Amelia – Oh look, Owen’s Army friends are happily married and expecting a baby. Good. We haven’t dangled Owen’s dreams in his face in a couple of minutes. Let’s do that again.

April, Steph, Cross – I am so happy to see April back. April/Sarah really does bring a much needed light to the show. It’s not the same without her. I get that this story was supposed to bring the comedy to balance the seriousness of Maggie’s surgery, but it ended up stealing the show. These three do comedy so well. Too bad we won’t see it more often.

Mer and Alex – I just can’t. I need Alex to do something other than prop up Meredith. Even if they want to ignore Jolex, give him anything else to do but that. Please. And this Mer and Riggs will they/won’t they go on a date is not suspenseful. You had sex with him in your car in the parking lot at work, Mer. I think you can eat a meal with him. The audience isn’t feeling a build-up. If anything, we are losing interest and hoping Riggs runs in the other direction.

Bailey and Webber – I almost forgot they were in the episode. When Shonda said this season would focus on the originals I expected great storylines for Bailey and Webber. Instead we got the equivalent of them fighting over Bailey choosing a new friend to do her school project with. They deserved better, but that could be said for most of the characters, so I will just be happy with the fact that it seems the Minnick/Webber storyline may be over.

Cross, Steph, Deluca – Jo Adler (Cross) is such an untapped talent. I get serious early George vibes from him and I love it. So we probably won’t see him again until next season.“I have Obamacare. I have a year left, and I…” You know an episode is bad when I say out loud, “I want to see more of Cross.”

Owen, Jackson, Amelia, Mer – I love that Jackson is always eating. I would stress eat if I worked there, too. As frustrating as it is that we have no Japril scenes, we do get an April mention from Jackson, which I think is significant. This happened in 13x05 as well when she had her first day back to work. They had no scenes together, but he asked about her. So, at least she's on his mind? Sigh. And Jackson telling Mer it’s not normal she operated through a miscarriage was a great moment. Funny. Especially since Owen is the one she operated on, and he is sitting right there.

Mer, Amelia, Maggie – I like Maggie. I do. I mean, I generally like everyone, so I don’t know if that means much. But I’m not invested enough in her character to want to watch three episodes in row basically focusing on her. The show really, really wants me to be, but it hasn’t happened yet. Audience connection to characters has to be organic. It can’t be forced, and it’s just not there with Maggie for me.

Maggie operates – And she is absolutely fine. Sigh. I mean I definitely didn’t want anything bad to happen to the baby or mother, but this story was anti-climactic and so many other stories are just sitting, waiting to be told. If those stories are getting bumped for this one, at least make it amazing.

April, Steph, Deluca, and Cross – Sarah and Jerrika really have a great dynamic onscreen together. I mean Stephanie being Jackson’s rebound sort of cancelled any chance of friendship, but their scenes always catch my attention. I love anytime April is shown as a capable and in control surgeon, so her annoyance at Steph and Deluca was great. Again, these scenes were the best of the show for me.

Mer, Amelia, Maggie - The dance it out scene was inappropriate to me. Shonda puts scenes in like this or a few of them eating lunch together and then tweets, "Oh, it's just like old Grey's!" like that will make us forget this season has been a mess. And dancing it out was a thing reserved for cheating boyfriends or bad days at work, not dead mothers. Dead mothers deserve a scene where they act like adults who are capable of dealing with their emotions and have a conversation. But, of course, we don't get conversations.

Maggie and Jackson - So, I don't see why people are freaking out. I just don't. I've tried. I've watched and rewatched and squinted at my screen. I see nothing. I mean, yes, they have had more scenes together, but absolutely nothing in those scenes has hinted they would be romantic. If anything, Jackson literally called her family. I think what this really is about is the fact that we have had no resolution from Montana so it is easier to see this as a possible reason than to just admit that the continuity and writing have been way off this season. I really think that since JTS was filmed in November, the show wasn't sure where it was going in the line up (they have moved two centrics recently) and they just didn't film anything that would be out of order for Japril. And let's be real. The show knows what they have with Japril. Just look at the publicity and money that was spent on JTS. The other centrics have not gotten that kind of treatment. Jesse and Sarah filmed on location for days with another crew. That location had to be rented. They had to pay the Grey's crew and the other crew at the same time. And the press? I read at least ten articles about JTS from entertainment sites. Jesse and Sarah were sent to the TCAs to promote it. They did the SAG-AFTRA screening, which is a big deal for the Screen Actors Guild to do something like that. Jesse was sent to New York to promote the episode on like five shows. I can't think of any other time the show has spent the time and money on a single episode like they did for this one. They aren't going to throw that away. And those pics Debbie Allen posted hinting that their last scene of the season is a good one? That was intentional. They know that Japril is the biggest couple on the show right now. If they were to trade that to test a relationship between step-siblings, the audience would run. Sure there are about five people who would be fine with it (and I am deeply concerned for them...) but overall I think a large portion of their audience would be done. And that is not to say the show hinges on Japril. I'm not saying that. I just think that would be the tipping point where Grey's has obviously stopped caring about telling good stories and is only trying to be shocking. As an audience we can only take so much of being ignored.

Speaking of being ignored, my heart goes out to hardcore Jolex shippers. Their story, or lack of, has been one of the main reasons this season has been such a let down. 12x24 set the stage for a great Jolex story, and then nothing. And I get that Camilla is pregnant, and obviously her health and the baby's health are more important, but they could say something. Don't just ignore the fans. They set up this season to be a look into domestic violence and Jo's past, and then we get nothing. If it's about her pregnancy, just say "Camilla is focusing on her private life right now, so we are pushing the DV story to next season." Or something! It could be done without putting her business out there but still respecting the fans.

I am an optimist, so I still have hope that the last four episodes will bring back the Grey's we love. If you made it this far, thanks for reading. This was a long one.

#grey's anatomy #13x19 #japril #jolex

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