#*points* ​🚌

[stealingyourbones]

id offer my bones for transplant but im sure you think they get down funky in the presence of radiation or something

the reason why jason returns from the dead is because when danny died in the fenton portal, his parents found him before he could come back. his heart was a perfect match for another 14yo boy who's pop was a billionaire playboy, and airlifted out immediately in a last ditch attempt to save jason. however, danny wakes up in hospital. the fentons don't realize his heart's already gone, and months later during the ultimate enemy, where clockwork implements a redo after danny lost his mind to grief, split his human and ghost halves, and went on a 10 year rampage, something else gets jostled too, and jason todd wakes in his grave

Mellan I am rapidly bussing to your domicile to shake up violently this is incredible.

The utilization of DC Crises and DP lore is wonderfully done and I love it. The implications and fun ghosty stuff of having your own heart suddenly start beating in someone else’s body and having a half dead(?) heart that isn’t your own beat in your body is FASCINATING

[yaeggravate]

for some reason i never bothered looking up kaeya's bestie zosimos up until now and

In general, Zosimos' understanding of alchemy reflects the influence of Hermetic and Gnostic spiritualities. He asserted that the fallen angels taught the arts of metallurgy to the women they married.

i don't know what i expected

[birthanon]

🤰🍼1️⃣🚌>🏠🫴 🖐️🛑🏳️🧍🧎🐢 ⌛🎚️

Story: A woman is a perfectionist with a planned homebirth, but her water breaks at the bus stop, forcing her to get home in labor which is moving faster than she wants. What’s worse, she hasn’t set anything up at home, so she starts setting up everything as fast as she can, even with the head beginning to descend. Each time it gets too close, she moves it back. At one point, she has to hide her labor from a poorly timed delivery man. It doesn’t matter if it’s small, she refuses to give birth until everything is her preferred way. She could be 1 push away from delivering, but remember something she forgot and move it back to fix it then do it all over again.

(Thoughts?)

My thoughts are that this would be lots of fun! So following in my, post nothing all week, then post twice in one day, here you go!

The following story contains: extreme self birth denial and lots of pushing the baby back in. Fpreg.

Lindsey had a plan—she’d have a home birth, in front of a mirror so she could see what she was doing, with a camera recording for posterity, squating, candles, incense, relaxing music. It was going to be perfect. 

But a perfect birth took a lot of prep, and she’d been running around all week trying to just buy everything she needed for a baby. Sure there had been cramping for the last few days, and sure, the baby was already a week overdue, but she figured she had time to make everything perfect.

Right up until she was waiting at the bus stop, bags full of candles, when a particularly vicious cramp overtook her. She groaned, but couldn’t smooth away with her hands full of groceries. The intensity continued to dial up, the contraction didn’t seem to stop. So much pressure— pop. 

The pressure released as her waters broke all down her jeans. Lindsey gasped, eyes wide, and glanced around. But the bus stop was empty. Quickly, she set down her groceries, shimmied out of her jacket, and tied it around her waist, like she used to do in school when her period came on unexpectedly and she had no pads.

The baby was coming, and nothing was set up at home! She wasn’t ready. Urgency rushed through her, a need to be home, to be moving and preparing, but she could do nothing but stand and wait for the bus. The next contraction hit, far stronger without her waters, and she gasped, surprised at her intensity. Her hands wrapped around her round stomach, pushing back her t-shirt so she could touch her warm, stretched skin and soothe it more directly. She shifted her hips, back and forth, trying to wiggle away the pain. The baby was low, she could feel it, could feel the pressure of it moving down inside her. 

The next contraction was even worse, and with it came a demand; push. But she couldn’t. Would not. This birth had to be perfect. So she pressed her legs close together, and forced herself to breathe, in and out, in and out. It took five contractions for the bus to finally arrive, at which point she was so lost to the feeling of the baby slowly stretching her cervix and slipping down she nearly missed it.

Coming to a sudden realization, she frantically bent down to grab her bags, and awkwardly staggered onto the bus, still mid-contraction. 

In contrast to the empty bus stop, the bus was full. Still, a nice woman gave up her seat for Lindsey, who collapsed into it gratefully, already tired and sweaty. She tried to keep her legs together while sitting, but her stomach was large and low, and demanded that she spread her legs so there was room for both it and her lungs. As the next contraction struck, Lindsey wrapped her hands tight around the handles of her grocery bag, her nails digging into her palms. The smaller, sharper pain helped draw her focus from the overwhelming, sickening pressure that was taking over her womb.

Her house was forty minutes away by bus. By the time it pulled into her stop, she barely managed to stand. When she walked, there was a distinct waddle, and the baby, oh, it was so low. 

She waddled from the bus, clutching her groceries, made it to the bus stop sign, and had to stop as a particularly vicious contraction struck. Don’t push, don’t push, she repeated to herself, breathing as her stomach seized around her baby, forcing it downward despite her best efforts. And god she could feel it, just there, between her legs. Coming ever closer, and she still had so much to do.

Walking was hard, her legs spread far apart, her back aching, her hands full, and the baby’s head shifting a smidge lower with each step. It felt like it might fall right out of her. Three contractions later, she reached her door. Shaking hands shoved the keys in, and then she was inside. She dropped her bags immediately, leaned against the door, and pushed. The burn was immediate. She gasped, as the pain was enough to shock her out of her need to birth.

She couldn’t, not yet anyway. Things had to be perfect.

First, she needed to finish setting up the baby’s room. Bending, she picked back up her stuff, then began to shuffle awkwardly toward the stairs, dragging herself up them one at a time, hips aching with the movement. 

The baby’s room was a mess of boxes and bags. She’d thought she would have more time. Well, she’d make more time.

Gathering herself, she started to work, kneeling down, legs spread wide, to accommodate how low the head was. Then she dumped out the pieces, found the instructions, and got to work.

Except the instructions weren’t translated, and they made little sense. With growing frustration and urgency, Lindsey worked on the crib, as, with each contraction, the baby spread her open just a tiny bit more before sinking back in, once the contraction was over. 

Finally she threw aside the instructions in frustration, having made no progress. It was too hot, she couldn’t think. Using a nearby rocking chair, she pulled herself to her feet, groaning as it made everything shift, and began stepping out of her stiff, wet pants. She didn’t replace them, she was planning on having a naked birth. And in fact, tossed her shirt aside as well.

Another contraction hit and she stared down, shocked as she watched her stomach literally sink into her body. It hurt, of course, but it was beautiful, even as she felt the pain of her baby’s head spreading her open despite her refusal to push. Yet this time as she stood, with her legs naturally spread, the baby’s head didn’t go back in. It stayed, the burning stayed.

The baby was coming, and it had nowhere to sleep! Reinvigorated, Lindsey knelt back down and began working on the crib. As the next contraction hit, her hand shot to her naked pussy, found the head, and held it there, keeping it from coming out any further. As soon as it was over, hand damp with birthing juices, she continued working on the crib.

Finally, thirty minutes of agony later, the crib was done. She stood with a groan, bracing her back to stretch, then looked about the rest of the room. Still a mess. So she began organizing. Bending down to pick up a bag, she groaned as the position forced the baby just a bit further out, then she stood with the item, waddled to where it belonged, put it away, then squatted again to retrieve the next item. With each squat, the baby moved out just a bit further, walking became just a bit harder. When contractions came, Lindsey would hold her hand against the baby’s head, holding it in place, but she couldn’t hold it in place while picking something up. 

By the time the room was tidied, her baby’s head was at a full crown and she could barely walk. Holding the baby in, she looked around the room. The baby blue clock on the wall declared she’d been home for two hours, in active labor for four and a half, and the room was finally ready for her baby.

Now, to prepare for her birth. But she wouldn’t get anywhere with her baby’s head at a full crown. So, taking a deep, steadying breath, she brushed her hand against her baby’s wet curls, and began to push it back in.

The pain was awful. She opened her mouth to scream, but couldn’t make a sound. Still, she kept with it, pushing it up and in until her lips closed around it once more. It was still there, so low, so ready to come, but she could walk easier, now.

So, on shaking legs, she waddled to the bathroom, found her mirror, and carried it to her bedroom, stopping once on the way for a contraction which began to push the baby out once more. 

The mirror in place, Lindsey stepped back, examining the room, trying to think what else she needed. Right, the puppy pads to absorb the mess. Those were in the downstairs bathroom. 

She had to cling to the railing to make it down the stairs, her baby’s head slipping out each time she spread her legs to go down the next step. By the time she reached the bottom, her waddle had gotten quite a bit wider, the head spreading her wide once more. 

When she bent to get under the sink at the bathroom, the baby slipped out once more, and she gasped, catching the baby’s head with her hand, finding it at a full crown. Her legs trembled as she crouched there, one hand steadying herself on the counter, the other holding her fully crowned baby’s head in. 

With a deep breath, she began to push the head back in again, pressing her eyes closed, her head against the counter to fight off the pain. This birth had to be perfect, and that was not giving birth on the bathroom floor. 

Gathering the puppy pads, she leveraged herself back up and began the arduous climb back up the stairs this time, she kept one hand to her pussy the whole time, keeping the head in despite two contractions. 

Sweating and exhausted, she reached her room once more, knelt down, and began spreading the puppy pads. That done, she stood, held the baby in against a contraction, then went to gather the camera which was in the garage—which meant traversing the stairs once more, one hand glued to her pussy, the other holding the railing, or on the way up, the camera. 

The birth stuff was in her bathroom, thankfully. With the camera set up, she waddled into her room, found the towels, the clean scissors for the cord, the bowl for water, etc. etc. In favor of going faster, she pulled her hand away from her emerging baby to carry things with both hands. 

The next contraction came as she was carrying them to her birthing spot. She groaned, tried to force her legs together, since her hands were full, but still, the burning returned as her body pushed frantically, and her already stretched lips gave way to the force. The rest of the walk across the room was rather awkward but she made it, crouching to set things down and immediately catching her baby’s head to keep it from coming out any further. Not quite at a full crown, breathed through the next contraction as she looked around and tried to figure out what was left.

Candles. Music. Start the recording. Not much left, she could do this. She could.

Her candles were in the night stand drawer. Feeling too tired to stand, she crawled over there, stomach swaying with each motion, her baby’s head still at a partial crown spreading her apart. Gathering her candles and lighter in her hand, she began her crawl back. She set them up, lit them, breathed through a contraction, then forced herself to stand.

She turned on her music, set it to stream to her tv, then looked around. Everything was beautiful. All was well. It was time.

Gratefully, she stripped out of her sweat-soaked bra, and went to stand on the puppy pads. Calm meditative music filled the air, candles flickered and the incense burned sweet in the air.

As the next contraction came, spread her legs and pushed. The first real push of her birth, and the head shot forward, stretching her further than she’d been stretched yet. Looking at the mirror, she could just make out the baby’s head bulging from beneath her stomach. 

Her hand caught her baby’s head, no longer restraining it, but supporting it as it spread her past a full crown. With the next push, the nose slipped out, a moment of pain and intense stretching. Then, with another great push, the head popped out. 

She glanced at the clock, to confirm the time, and found to her horror, six hours had passed since her water broke at the bus station. It had taken a while, but this truly had been— she turned toward the camera and realized the light wasn’t on.

She hadn’t turned on the camera. It hadn’t caught any of this! 

With shaking hands, she took the fully emerged head, which dangled between her legs, and began to shove the baby back up inside her. Before it had hurt when she was just getting rid of the crown, this one the whole baby was already out, this was far worse. She screamed, she wobbled, just managing to catch herself on the wall, as her baby kicked in protest at being shoved all the way back inside.

Once her lips closed around it and her vision steadied, she wobbled on shaky legs back to the camera and turned it on. Then she returned to her mat. She didn’t think she could stand up any more, so she knelt down.

The next contraction came with a vengeance. And Lindsey was ready for it. She spread her legs a bit more, tucked her chin into her chest and pushed with all her might. The head shot forward, reaching a partial crown in one push. 

Another push, and oh, the stretching, as the head came out further and further until, once again, the head was out. She reached down, felt around for the cord, and found it wasn’t anywhere dangerous. She breathed as the shoulders began to shift, enjoying the candles’ dance, and the piney-scent of the incense. 

She pushed again, her stomach sinking into her with the force of the contraction as the shoulder began to emerge, stretching her so much more. She grunted with effort, trying to stretch her knees even further apart, standing up further on her knees to give her baby more room. Just one more push, and the baby would be out just one more—

The doorbell rang below. 

The delivery, for the expensive baby monitor, Lindsey realized in a haze. She had to go and get it. He wouldn’t just leave it at the door. She’d already gotten messages that he’d tried to leave twice before.

A little tiny bit of her died inside as she shoved her baby, shoulders and all, right back inside of her, until all her progress was gone. It took her a moment to get to her feet, her whole body trembling in shock.

Clothes. She needed clothes. And she needed to go fast, or he’d leave. She found her night gown on the bed and threw it on over her, then stumbled toward the stairs. A vengeful contraction caught her by the door, but she had to get to the door, so she pressed her hand to her swollen, purpled pussy and forced herself to keep walking through the agony.

She stumbled down the stairs, and threw open the door, only to find no one there. Her gaze flew to the road, where the delivery driver was just reaching his door. “Wait!” she cried, voice strangled with pain and exhaustion. “Wait! I’m here! Please!”

The man came back slowly, walking back around to the back where he’d stored the package. Another contraction came, and she couldn’t just grope herself while standing in the door, so she had to just stand there as her baby began stretching her open once again. 

Finally, he reached her, handed her the package in slow motion. He looked at her, asked, “You okay?”

“Yes,” she replied, strangled with pain as another contraction struck her, and her baby’s head began to crown once again. “Was just sleeping.”

“I need you to sign—-” the delivery man trailed off, realizing he was now empty handed. “Left in the car. Give me a moment.”

Lindsey waited in agony, her baby creeping ever lower as the man ambled back to his card, then so, so, slowly, back to her door. She signed it, then turned around, slammed the door shut, and leaned back. Her hand shot to her lips, and she caught her baby’s head right before it came out completely once more.

She went back up the stairs with the head like that, brushing against her thighs with each step. In her room, a candle had gone out. She sobbed a bit as she bent down, felt the shoulders shift inside her, grating against her bones. The candle  lit, she straightened, threw her dress on the bed, shoved the head in again, with a cry of pain, then staggered over to the camera, and resumed recording.

She stood there, observed the scene. Perfect. A perfect birth. So she went back to her pads, in the middle of the circle, and finally, with just a few pushes, brought her perfect little child into the world. It took seven hours of preparation, but it was worth every one of them.

[riverianepondsims]

SimPrint | Newspapers, payphones, and extras for TS3!

The SimTimes finally found room in their budget for color printing of their newspapers! The bad news is, no one reads them anymore. Maybe they'll start now? In other news, The SimNation Telecom Company has been required by law to reactivate disconnected payphones to promote accessiblity to phone connectivity for all. Here's a quarter - go tell someone who might care! Important info and download 💾 under the cut:

This is an assortment of items that I worked on in 2022 and 2023. Most of this is comprised of different newspaper default replacement sets, the textures of which I converted from a few different creators. Additionally, you will find a few different things here... STC Payphone - Network Connected Original creator: Grande Lama I made this phone fully functional, and added geostates for when the phone is in use and when the handset is back on the hook. I also made this phone available in the in-game world editor, and it's flagged for use in CAW as well, so you can place it in your CAW metadata and use in worlds. It does function off-lot (as photographed!)

Crosley Simlish Serenity Payphone Original creator: ArwenKaboom (for The Sims 4 @TSR) I converted this phone and made it fully functional, and like the abovementioned phone, added geostates. I also added Simlish textures for all of the details and writing on the phone. I included the English ones too for those who might prefer them.

Functional Newspaper Stands and Dispensers Original creators: ATS3, phoebejay, alienpod, Episims, VeganKaktus, Budgie I figured I'd add the textures for the various newspapers to newspaper stands and dispensers that alienpod converted and added their textures to. They require the actual script from PhoebeJay to work. Without it, they will be decorative items. They can also be placed off-lot in the in-game world editor or in CAW. PhoebeJay's mod Simlish Bus Texture Override Original creators: FreshPrince, Lyralei As someone who probably spent half of their uni years on public transit, I was so excited for Lyralei's Bus Manager mod and was happy to test it out while testing my tennis mod. At some point I did a quick Simlish recolor override for the signs, license plates, and side-wraps, and I figured I'd share it now with this set! Lyralei Bus Manager Mod I also threw in a few deco book objects I converted from TS2 quite a while ago that I enjoy using in my lots! The newspaper default replacement texture varieties come from the following TS2 creators: Alienpod: Newspaper Defaults Epi's Sims: Newspaper Default Replacements VeganKaktus: Newspaper Default Replacement

I included replacement textures for both the reading version and the folded up versions of the newspapers. Please note that, like with my tennis default replacements, you can only have one active newspaper default replacement in your game at once. Each default includes both the reading and matching folded version. The variety is there in case you would want to switch it up between different saves and/or worlds! Making these made me so nostalgic for the early 2000s...walking to the store with a payphone outside to make an important call and getting a coke ICEE for the journey to visit grandma who has a Crosley phone in her kitchen...our sims deserve that.

Previews, additional credits, location, prices, and download links: 💾 Download Catalog: SimPrint - riverianepondsims

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[tuntetesinfo]

Szervezett Pride-részvétel Németországból idelátogatóknak, utazás, jogsegély - küldjétek, akit érdekelhet

a jelentkezési lap német, idefordítom deepl-lel angolra, a magyar kicsit gagyi akart lenni

We are going to Budapest Pride 2025

For freedom and against Orbán's repression - travel with us to the 30th Budapest Pride!

While the EU looks the other way and von der Leyen instructs her commissioners NOT to go to Budapest Pride [this info has not been confirmed but expressly denied to my best knowledge], WE are showing real European solidarity!

The facts:

The Hungarian parliament has banned Pride marches

Participants face fines of up to €500

The police are allowed to use facial recognition against demonstrators

Von der Leyen secretly prevents EU solidarity out of fear of Orbán

Our response: On June 28, 2025, the 30th Budapest Pride will take place - a historic milestone for LGBTIQ* rights in Eastern Europe. Despite the ban, despite surveillance, despite penalties, tens of thousands are taking to the streets for freedom and dignity.

They deserve our support!

How will we help?

🚌 Joint travel by bus and carpooling from Germany (various departure points)

⚖️ Legal assistance through cooperation with Hungarian human rights NGOs

💰 Support with fines through our solidarity fund

📋 Safety briefing with all important information on site

🏨 Overnight accommodation organized in Budapest

🤝 Support from experienced activists

Why is your participation important?

As Viktória Radványi, Chairwoman of Budapest Pride, says: "The LMBTIQ+ community has existed since the beginning of humanity: we have been here longer and will stay longer than politicians in suits campaigning with exclusion."

Budapest's mayor Gergely Karácsony explains: "Budapest Pride cannot be banned. Because freedom and love cannot be banned. If a Pride can be banned in an EU member state, then no one in the EU is safe."

International presence is a strong signal: The more people come from all over Europe, the safer it will be for everyone and the stronger the signal against Orbán's repression.

Practical information

📅 Date: June 28, 2025 (with arrival on June 27)

📍 Meeting point Budapest: will be announced after registration

⚠️ Risk: fine 16-500€ (support from our fund)

Legal security

Legal experts from our Hungarian partner organizations (Hungarian Helsinki Committee, TASZ, Utcajogász) will inform you:

No prison sentence possible

No entry in the police clearance certificate

Low probability of identification with a large number of participants

EU citizens cannot usually be identified by facial recognition

This is how it works

Register via this WeAct event

Security briefing by email

If necessary, travel together on June 27

Pride participation on June 28

Your voice counts!

This action is part of our campaign "Act against Orbán's Pride ban". With your participation:

✊ Show concrete solidarity instead of just warm words

🇪🇺 Defend European values against autocracy

🏳️‍🌈 Support the Hungarian LGBTIQ* community directly

📢 Take a stand against von der Leyen's turning a blind eye

Register now and be there when we live European solidarity instead of just talking about it!

Starts on

Saturday, 28 Jun 2025 at 14:00 CEST

Ends on

Saturday, 28 Jun 2025 at 20:00 CEST

Location of the event to be announced

Heroes Square, Budapest

1 Hősök tere

Budapest, 1146

Hungary

This is an approximate location. As soon as the organizer has confirmed the location, participants will receive the address by email.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting upset at my ex for being PDA with his boyfriend?

🌱🚌🍰<- To find later

Ages aren't super relevant here but everyone is in their mid-late 20s. About a year ago, my fiance of about 8 and a half years, Jake, broke up with me. It wasn't the smoothest breakup, I didn't take it well at the time, but I've since had a lot of time to think about it and I do understand (and agree with some of) his reasons for it. We're still on friendly terms and recently started casually chatting again 2 months ago after he said he needed a break for a while. I admit I do still love him and we had said at the time that we would want to get back together someday but that it would be a long time before we could consider that again and I wouldn't be upset with him if he changes his mind. There are a number of reasons why things weren't going well, I know I have a lot of body image issues and that had a lot of impact on our sex life, and there was also just a lot of baggage from old issues that built up over the course of the relationship. I've since been in therapy which I know was long overdue and working on a lot of the issues that contributed. Ultimately though, what ended up being the breaking point was issues we were having with polyamory.

I'm going to try and keep things as succinct as possible because the including all the details would make it way too long, but here's basically what happened: Jake and I agreed to be open about sleeping with other people, as long as we kept things out of our shared space. We weren't sure about dating others yet, but we said we'd talk about it if it came up. I know Jake felt jealous about me being with others while I worked on our own intimacy issues, but he told me that he knew that was unhealthy especially if we wanted to eventually be poly. A few months in, I heard from one of our friends, Emily, that a new friend of ours, Daniel, thought Jake was hot and might have a crush on him. I was shocked that Emily would tell me that because she knew Jake and I were together, and I told Jake to discuss what to do about it. He was kind of upset that I told him because he said he would've wanted to hear that from Daniel directly, I argued it was relevant but apologized anyway and dropped it. Over the next few months, Jake and Daniel started texting a lot and Jake started developing feelings for him. When Daniel confessed during a movie night, Jake said he felt the same but that he'd have to talk to me about it first. Jake told me he wanted to go for it, which was surprising because he had said literally the day before that he wasn't sure, but we decided to try poly with some ground rules. Ultimately the issue came down to the "shared space" rule we were already following. I considered making out as sexual, but Jake disagreed and told me that was too controlling if we were allowed to have dates at the apartment. This led to a fight, and when I went to the other room to calm down, I realized that if I couldn't handle seeing Jake with someone else so close to me, I couldn't do poly, so I went back out to tell him. He asked why we couldn't keep talking about it, I said I couldn't change how I felt, and he got upset that I wasn't willing to have a conversation about it now that he had feelings for someone else, so I asked him what he'd want to talk about and he said not to bother because it was obvious I had already made up my mind. The next day he told me we should take a break, and we broke up a week later. I want to make it very clear that I don't blame Daniel for any of this and I don't think anyone was "cheating". As far as I'm aware, Jake and Daniel started dating about 4-5 months after we broke up. I'm not going to lie and say that seeing Jake so happy with someone else doesn't hurt, but I know that's immature of me and I'm working on getting over it.

About a week ago, Jake invited me to go to a bar with a bunch of our old friends. It was a lot of fun and I had really missed hanging with everyone in a group. At some point during the night though, I noticed Daniel being kind of handsy with Jake. I brushed it off because everyone was drunk, but as time went on it became less and less subtle, and I started getting a little uncomfortable. I noticed that one of our more reserved friends, Jason, was also looking a bit flustered. At one point Daniel pulled Jake away from the table to go off somewhere, and everyone just kind of laughed awkwardly before continuing conversation. I know that Jake didn't like PDA before but it's possible that changed, idk.

At the end of the night when people were saying goodbyes and starting to head home, I pulled Jake aside to thank him for inviting me and saying it was a lot of fun and great to see everyone again, but that I noticed people were kind of uncomfortable with Daniel's PDA and suggested that he tone it down a little in the future, especially around Jason. Jake didn't say anything at the time but his smile dropped a little bit and he said he'd talk to Daniel about it.

The next day, I woke up to messages from both Jake and Jason telling me I was out of line and that nobody but me had any issues with their PDA. I even mentioned Jason looking uncomfortable and he said that it was because he had had a crush on Jake for a while now, but that it would be unreasonable for him to ask Jake and Daniel to change their behavior around their friends (which I completely disagree with when it comes to PDA and being inappropriate in public). Jake told me that if I was going to bring our breakup back into the group dynamic it would be better if I didn't come in the future. I asked a few of our other friends and one said that it could be too much sometimes but only when everyone was really drunk, one said that if it did go too far they'd say something, but that it never had, and the last one told me that I was being rude and was clearly just not over Jake.

I don't think I'm an asshole for being uncomfortable with PDA and even if nobody else agrees with me (and at least a couple do), I didn't go about telling them in a rude way at all, but most of the group is saying I was overstepping and to get over myself. AITA here?

[cicadabeats]

Sorry, I’m back. I had more thoughts after i hit send… so How dare u continued;

HIS HEAD. JUST POPS UP. Like HIIII *cute little smile*. It just pops up. All cute and fucking adorable. And Price has those proud happy dad crows feet while his tail wags harder. And Simon JUST PICKS HIM UP like a minor inconvenience AND PASSES HIM OFF. Like ‘here let me remove this problem and just wait till i blow you away with my use of this box dad- i wont let you down’. COMPLETELY MISSING THE POINT BUT SOMEHOW STILL BLOODY CHUFFED WITH HIS BOX. Gaz doesn’t even question it, just hold poor little Soap up and takes his hand. Underrated Hero.

My mum used to threaten to wash my mouth out with Soap. Thats what u need. God I’m not even a little jealous.

Sincerely,

I’m not crying. U R. Get off my bus.

ROUND 2? I'm sorry to say that Ghost at that time would probably put soap out in a cardboard box that said "free" were he not hoarding all the cardboard boxes for himself 🤧 and there's my stop 🏃💨🚌

[kitthepurplepotato]

Week 6 Part 1 - Sorry / Welcome to the Shouto-bus! 🚌

Summary: Midoriya works two weeks in a row and Y/N is worried. Y/N meets Midoriya’s friends. The adventure starts NOW!

Warnings: Swear words, a hint of suggestiveness if you squint.

First Part Master List

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Deku did not come home last week. At all.

You are not going to lie, it’s starting to bother you; it’s not really about you missing him, even though you definitely miss him every day but about his own personal health; he might be a hero but he’s also a human being and working almost two weeks without a single day off or at least 8 hours of sleep must take a toll on his body by now, making his missions much more dangerous.

With that said, today is his last shift before his three days off, so you decide to wait for him; you are sure he’s going to come back half dead and you really want to make him look into the mirror to prove your point.

It’s 11PM when he stumbles in through the door, which is quite early for him, but still, not a normal time to come home after leaving at bloody 5AM.

“Midoriya Izuku.” You stand in front of the hero with a serious face; he looks just as bad as you thought he will, his costume is full of holes, his skin is dirty, his hair is a mess and his face is pale and tired.

“Nice to see you too…” he mumbles grumpily, not even looking at you as he makes his way to his room.

“I’m worried!” You yell so he can hear it through the door, your heart beating out of your chest from anxiety. Your words are being ignored once again, the shower laughing at you mockingly as Midoriya turns it on and tunes you out completely.

“That was really rude, Midoriya.” You yell again and run into your room, slamming your door with a loud bang; you are really thankful for not sharing a wall with a neighbor.

You give up on your plans completely as you wrap yourself in your sheets like a burrito, ready to ignore the whole word while your heart breaks into thousand small pieces.

You just wanted him to know you care. You just wanted to hug him and tell him to take care of himself.

Loving a hero really fucking sucks.

~•🥦•~

Needless to say, you are way too winded up to actually sleep. It feels like you’ve been tossing and turning for an eternity but it probably wasn’t even that long; 30 minutes, maximum of 45, at least that’s what your phone says when you look at it. You are supposed to go camping tomorrow and you were so excited about it until now, but by the look of it, it would be better for you to cancel; these people deserve to rest and the last thing they need is the awkwardness that comes with you and Midoriya being in the same space after a fight, if you can even call it that; being ignored is probably worse than being yelled at, in your opinion. Yes, you are just a stupidly lucky fangirl living with her favorite hero but you definitely did not deserve the silent treatment.

“Are you up?” Midoriya whispers through the closed door, his voice full of guilt.

“No.” You answer begrudgingly, way too hurt to be reasonable. No one can blame you really, you’ve been spoiled to death for a month, then got shat on, out of the blue.

“Y/N, I’m sorry… please let me in.” He begs, his broken voice making you feel terrible about your behavior. You sigh and let your anger fade away; there is no reason for you to act this way. It’s stupid and childish, and definitely not something the hero needs when he comes home after being away for two weeks.

“Okay.” You mumble, your voice barely audible, but it’s just enough for Midoriya to barge in through the door and kneel in front of your bed to bow.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, that was absolutely uncalled for, I was just so excited to see you but then you looked at me like I’m a piece of shit and… You were scary! I didn’t mean to sound so rude but I was so disappointed in that moment! I can’t sleep knowing I hurt you, please…” Midoriya mumbles, his head constantly banging the floor as he bows over and over.

“Hey, stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” You move your arms out to stop his head, and apparently that’s all you had to do for Midoriya to actually stop; he moves his head under your palm, waiting to be pet like a fucking dog starving for attention. When you ruffle his messy, wet curls, a tiny sniff leaves his mouth; in only a few seconds he’s up from the floor and up on your bed, his head hidden in the crook of your neck; personal space be damned, pro hero Deku is in your bed, basically on the top of you. This is how you die. This is way too much for your little heart. He smells amazing and his skin is still damp from the shower and it’s just too much and too soon and…

“Let’s not ever do that again, okay?” He mumbles into your neck, his breath hot against your skin and you can’t help the tiny whimper leaving your mouth.

“It’s okay, Midoriya, let’s sleep okay? We need to wake up early tomorrow.” You try your best to sound coherent and not like your ovaries are on fire under the greenette’s weight, probably failing miserably at it, but knowing how oblivious Midoriya is to your ‘more-than-friendly’ affections, you probably managed to get away with it for now. You kinda start to understand why is Katsuki so done with his shenanigans; this guy might be the best hero in Japan but he is absolutely unaware of everything around him when it comes to his personal life. You are quite sure there is a neon sign on your forehead right now saying “I’m in love with your stupid ass” yet he is blissfully ignoring it.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

… no.

Nope.

He did not say that. He definitely did not say that. He’s not THAT oblivious, is he?! He can’t think it’s acceptable for two roommates to share bed without a proper reason.

“Yeah, we can swap rooms if you can’t fall asleep in yours.” You answer as Midoriya plops down on the other side of the bed, laughing.

“You are so silly.” He fucking GIGGLES and makes himself comfortable; one arm on your belly, one leg over your knees.

Am I a fucking joke to you, dear writer? Do you want me to die an early death?!

Also, what is this nonsense?! This is unrealistic, excuse me?!

“I missed you, Sweet Pea. So much.” Midoriya mumbles, his head back in the usual place, buried in your hair and giving you a heart attack.

Why.

Why is this happening and how are you supposed to say no when he sighs and melts into your side like he belongs there?! How are you supposed to tell him this is way past the friend-zone?! How are you supposed to tell him to go back to his room when he pulls you close, and OH MY GOD HE JUST KISSED YOUR NECK. Like proper kissed it, open mouthed and wet and so fucking good?! His lips were so soft and he did it with so much affection, it made your whole body tingle in a really not friendly way?!

… get your shit together, woman.

“I’m sorry, that was an accident.” He moves away, letting you breathe for a few moments.

HOW DO YOU KISS SOMEONE’S NECK BY ACCIDENT?! HOW?!

“How?!” You say out loud; you are quite sure your face is about to explode so thank god there is barely any light in the room right now.

“Well, it just felt l-like the r-right thing to do?” He stutters while he hides his face with his arms.

“So it wasn’t an accident then.” You mumble, out of your mind.

“I’m… going back to room.” Izuku skedaddles out of the bed and stumbles to the door; he opens it and makes his way back to his room but not before he rambles “Good Night, I love you.”

Good night…

I LOVE YOU?!

“Oh my god, I did not mean to say that out loud, oh my god this is so awkward.” The door closes but the mumbles continues. “Oh my god, why am I like this, why can’t I just shut up, goodamnit Midoriya Izuku, get your shit together, what are you doing?!”

Another door opens and closes and the mumble dies down; you lay on your bed, dead inside, trying your best to make sense of the last few minutes, but you can’t come up with an acceptable explanation other than Midoriya has to be quirked.

Oh well. You will ask about his day tomorrow.

Now, you just need to take breath… then another….

“I love you too, you fucking weirdo!” You yell from the top of your lungs while laughing like a maniac; this is the stupidest fanfiction you’ve ever read. This is just ridiculous.

Fuck’s sake, you really need to sleep.

~•🥦•~

Helpless, oblivious fuck: Guys…

Kacchan: Don’t.

Helpless, oblivious fuck: I kissed her neck, told her I love her and then I ran away.

Shitty hair: I’m out of words.

Kacchan: Did she say anything?

Helpless, oblivious fuck: she called me out on it then she laughed. Oh, and she said she loves me too while laughing her cute little ass off.

Shitty hair: … conclusion?

Helpless, oblivious fuck: I messed up and she hates me now.

Kacchan changed Midoriya’s name to “Lost Cause.”

Kacchan blocked “Lost Cause”.

~•🥦•~

Shouto’s “mini” bus… is huge.

You are not sure why are they even calling it a mini bus; it has 18 fucking seats, goddamnit!

The fact that the hero randomly decided to get a special driving license for buses just to be able to drive his friends around for camping is absolutely adorable though. It’s the last thing you would’ve thought Todoroki Shouto would do. This revelation would probably break the fucking internet.

The bus is metallic black with dark burgundy details, and while it is indeed just a mini bus it looks shockingly expensive. When Shouto opens the door, a bunch of eyes stare back at you from the inside; Uravity, Froppy, Cellophane, Mina and Jirou are ganged up at the back, Ingenium and Creati are sitting at the front, next to the drivers seat, Bakugou and Kirishima are in their own world, sitting next to each other around the middle of the bus, Kaminari doesn’t look like he decided where to actually sit yet as he is standing awkwardly between the two gangs, looking at them both. Shinsou is also here, trying his best to blend into the furniture, hoping no one will notice his existence. When Kaminari’s looks at him he averts his eyes and puts his massive headphones on to make his intention to stay alone obvious. What a heartbreaking moment for poor Kaminari-kun.

When you two get on, the group attacks you right away; everyone is yelling over each other to introduce themselves, all hyped up in these early hours of the morning. Midoriya smiles next to you, even though the awkwardness from yesterday is still obviously there and he’s just about to make his way to the front-gang when you grab his hands aggressively; awkward or not, you are way too overwhelmed to stay alone with all these new people. There is a surprised expression on his face but he doesn’t try to go away anymore; he snuggles close, hand squeezing yours and your anxiety flies out of the small, open window, letting you enjoy the moment again.

After the introductions, Shouto clears his throat, making the whole gang go silent. This really is a school trip. There is a weird rumble coming from one of the empty seats, which makes you feel a bit weird, but you decide not to comment on it for now; it’s probably just the wind.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s go through the attendance list!” Shouto stands in the middle of the bus; yes, the bus is tall enough for these massive heroes to stand in; and goes through everyone’s names one by one. When he gets to the end of the name list, Kirishima moans about not being able to bring his friend, Suneater, but Katsuki tells him he wouldn’t have come anyway. Savage.

“Let’s all sit down now, we will have enough time in the woods to get to know our new addition to the family!” Iida chimes in.

“Let’s not overwhelm her on the first day, okay?” Momo adds with a tiny smile pointed at you; you already like her. A lot.

The gang sits down, Kaminari ends up with the back-gang, Midoriya and you sit at the front with the “teachers”; Momo starts a light conversation about work, telling funny stories from her last mission while Midoriya dozes off on your shoulder, still tired from the two weeks of work. No one comments on the closeness of the two of you, but you know it’s only the matter of time; someone will certainly point it out after a few pints of beer. After an hour, Shinsou sneaks closer, probably sensing the comfortable vibe around the group and adds his own little mission-story about a guy with fifteen noses all over his body. You can’t help but giggle, shaking the poor green man out of his slumber.

“Sorry.” You mumble while you play with his hair to soothe him. He doesn’t say anything coherent just grumbles and snuggles closer, melting into your touch. A fond smile appears on your face as the hero’s tiny snores fill the air around you; Momo looks at you questioningly but she tries her best not to ask the question sitting on the tip of her tongue; you are thankful, but at the same time you feel bad for them so you decide to speak up about it. Jirou also sneaks over to your group, overwhelmed by Mina’s loudness and sits down on the other side of you then pops her head on your other shoulder in a silent support.

“You know… I was a massive fan of him when I moved in.” You admit. “Kyouka didn’t tell me who am I moving in with and I was in a pickle so I went along with it; I trust Jirou with my life, she’s been my friend for ages. I had a life-sized cardboard cutout of him tucked under my armpit when I met him for the first time.” You giggle awkwardly, making Shinsou giggle as well; apparently he’s a sucker for awkward stories. “I still feel bad sometimes, you know… I feel like I don’t deserve his trust, I’m terrified to make a mistake but he’s relentless. I wanted to keep a distance, but I clearly failed.” A self-deprecating giggle leaves your mouth.

“But you don’t see him as pro hero Deku anymore.” Momo speaks up, looking straight into your eyes. “There are no fangirl-sparkles in your eyes, Y/N, what I see is fondness. And I’ve never seen Midoriya looking at someone like that before. Whatever this is, it’s a good thing. And I’m happy it’s you. You are sweet, funny and cute and fit into our little group perfectly.” Momo’s knowing smile make you feel jiggly all over; you can sense the misunderstanding in the air.

“Momo, w-we are not…” you are just about to mumble out a bunch of nonsense but Jirou stops you.

“Y/N I love you and I understand this is all new to you but if you say there’s nothing brewing between you two I will throw you out of the window.”

“He’s literally sitting right here!” You whisper aggressively but your words are met with nothing but a smirk.

“OI, Zuku!” Jirou yells, making the half-asleep greenette pop his head up from your shoulders. “I have a guy I want Y/N to meet, is that okay? He said Y/N is really cute and wants to go on a date with her.”

Midoriya visibly tenses next to you, his hands snaking around your waist protectively as he stares at Jirou with pale face and dark eyes. He pulls you closer with one swift move, still staring at Jirou with murderously.

“I do not own Y/N, why are you asking me?” Midoriya retorts, but his body is literally shaking from the pent up stress.

Jirou looks at Momo and says “I told you so.” and changes the topic to something else; Midoriya doesn’t dare to snooze anymore, he listens intently to every single word with his arms around your waist. You have no idea what just happened, to be honest.

“You wanna go… on that date?” Izuku whispers into your ears, making you shiver.

“I’m not a fan of blind dates, so no.” You answer honestly. “I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m happy with what we’ve got. I’m happy now and I don’t need anything else.” You smile at him and you can’t miss the way he looks down at your lips and back up to your eyes then to your lips again as the whole world stops spinning for you two.

“Oh my god, you two are insufferable.” Katsuki chimes in and sits down at the front, Uravity right in his toes.

“I feel like I really came at the wrong time.” Uraraka scratches the back of her head awkwardly as she plops down next to the explosive blonde.

“It’s always the wrong time with them.” Katsuki grumbles, looking at you two with resentment.

“Kacchan!” Midoriya hides his face in your neck in embarrassment and you are not even phased by his actions anymore; it’s so funny to think about how flustered you were in the first few weeks yet here you are now, barely even bothered by Midoriya’s snuggles.

“We are here!” Shouto stops the bus; Uraraka moans about her not being able to join the gossip but she makes her way out of the bus, albeit reluctantly.

Let’s do this! - you hype yourself up as you step out into the forest, surrounded by nothing but green grass and massive trees with your favorite hero by your side.

Next Part!

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Potato ramble:

- Wow, Deku really went for it, didn’t he?! I’m just as surprised as you are, to be honest. I don’t think he realized how suggestive that was and don’t forget that he was extremely sleep-deprived, so his walls were down completely, just enjoying to be able to be around you after not seeing you for so long.

- Btw week 6 will have at least 5 parts, I’m sorry. You’ll really enjoy them though, there is so much happening in the next few chapters! You two definitely get even closer to each other on this trip… Khm.

- Daily shopaholic potato update: this is the last update as I feel like this is getting out of hand on my side 😂 so instead of telling you about all the funkos I bought this week I will tell you a funny story instead. So I’ve been on a shopping spree to get some elegant stuff for an engagement party so I went into TK MAXX. (if you don’t know the store, it’s full of fancy (branded) but cheap clothing, mostly shopped by older people. Everyone thinks I’m weird for loving it, but I certainly do lol) I just passed by the children’s section and… I found this. How did this end up in TK MAXX? Don’t ask me.

Taglist: @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @momothemasocist @aymasakusa @sky179ler @kastuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat

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[sceneemo-bah]

Greetings! We would like a headmate with the roles of delight and curadare (available on Pluralpedia), particularly someone who can navigate situations where our regressors are regressed in public.

We don't have any solid ideas for details about them like identities or aesthetics, but for identities, we split a lot of gay men and agender people, and lately we've been splitting people with identities like gaybian and turigirl. And for aesthetics, either whatever you feel like or maybe something that would be nostalgic to someone who grew up in the 1990s?

We would like a level 2 minus faceclaim, plus the paragraph about their personality. We would also like kandi and cat ears.

Oh, and here are some emojis if you would like inspiration: 📼🌈🧸🍄🍬🚌

Thank you so much!

~ @headmate-ideas

⏤͟͟͞͞ 𖤐 DELIGHT/CURADARE PACK

[Without faceclaim, with personality, Kandi and cat ears]

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︴𖤐 Name - Merry//Asher//Elin

︴𖤐 Pronouns - he/him, it/it's, shi/hyr, happy/happyself, chalk/chalks, candy/candys, arcade/arcadeself, kid/kids, bounce/bounces

︴𖤐 Age - 31

︴𖤐 Role - Delight, Curadare

︴𖤐 Sexuality - gaybian

︴𖤐 Gender - Demifluid (leaning masc)

︴𖤐 Xenogenders - 1990sgender, funkygender, kidkoric, crayonic, lifenostic, legogender, busgender, glitterbouncyball-gender

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︴𖤐 Likes - taking care of people, the aesthetic of the 90s, collecting cassettes, kids, bright colours, long road trips

︴𖤐 Dislikes - sad movies/songs, horror, social media (modern social media's, anyway) , pessimists, the colour grey, formal clothes

︴𖤐 Hobbies - crafting things, playing vintage video games, writing fiction

︴𖤐 Signoff - 🍬 📼, 🧸 :D, 🌈[Initial]🍄

︴𖤐 Typing style - types using long paragraphs, when sending messages shi will NEVER send multiple at a time, even if happy makes a spelling mistake, he won't correct it in another message out of principle. Optional typing quirk; O=× (like this, blah blah blah ×vens are c××l. Can y×u tell I just needed t× include a w×rd with the letter in it anyway I'm d×ne n×w.)

︴𖤐 Speaking style - speaks super fast and expressivley. When candy gets excited it starts to talk in a really high pitched voice, to the point it can make the body's throat hurt a little bit if done too much.

︴𖤐 aesthetic - kidcore/90s-core

︴𖤐 Alterhuman/nonhuman identities - happiness conceptkin, plushie objectkin, lovebird therian, mousehearted

︴𖤐 Personality - Merry is always super high energy, happy and outgoing, no matter what kid might be going through. Bounce loves to have fun, but never overdoes it- he knows when to be serious, and will gently and warmly talk down those who don't know (specifically regressed headmates). It trys to always be kind and caring, never letting hyr emotions effect how chalk treats people. Arcade believes everyone deserves love and respect, even those candy doesn't like or agree with. Happy also uses a lot of petnames like "sweetie", "dear" or "hun" not romantically, but in an almost parental way (even to those older than hyr) and has a nickname for pretty much everyone (unless they don't like/consent to nicknames, obv he's respectful).

⏤͟͟͞͞ ENJOY!!!!1!1!1 𖤐

+ guest mod Xeno [he/they/it] (doesn't wanna share his faceclaim)

[aturnoftheearth]

i went to this really shitty private school when i was younger bc my parents got me and my siblings free tuition there bc we were too poor to afford it otherwise and it was closer than any public school (life on the farm 👩‍🌾 ❤️🌽) but it wasn’t shitty in the beginning anyway that has nothing to do with this. we moved when i was going into 6th grade aka the first year of middle school and on the very first day i rode the bus for the first time ever and i got sat with this super extroverted high schooler and all of her friends and they were so loud and at one point one of them pointed at her friend sitting next to me and was like “she’s bisexual but don’t worry she won’t hurt you” like . a regular response in any case would be ?????? huh???? but i had never heard the word bisexual before but i HAD heard the word bipolar so i thought thats what she said. it didn’t change any context for me i was still confused as fuck why they told me that for the rest of the ride home (last bus stop and everything 🚌 ) but when i eventually discovered bisexual people years later it was cemented as a core memory. anyway i hope she’s doing well cheers girl i’m bi too <3

[pikespeakzinefest]

HOW TO GET TO PIKES PEAK ZINE FEST 2024

🚙 DRIVING🚙 🔸Use “Kraemer Family Library, 1420 Austin Bluffs Parkway, Colorado Springs” as the destination point.

🔹Coming off of I-25, take the Garden of the Gods Rd. exit going East which will turn into Austin Bluffs Parkway. 🔸Nevada Ave., North Union Blvd., & North Academy Blvd., which run North/South, all intersect with Austin Bluffs. 🔹From Powers, you can take Barnes Rd. or Stetson Hills Blvd. West to Austin Bluffs.

🔸Turn into the UCCS Central Campus at the entrance with the traffic light stop across from Meadow Ln.

🔹Take Regent Circle to the lots 222 & 224 which should be the third turn off of the round-about.

🔸Parking is free on Saturdays.

🚌 BUS 🚌 🔹You can take Colorado Springs public transportation  bus routes 9 or 34 to get to UCCS.

🔸Route 9 from downtown ends right in front of University Center.

📓📘📙FINDING BERGER HALL📙📘📓 🔹Look for the “Olympians and Paralympians Among Us” sculpture which will be right between the two parking lots, to help orient yourself. 🔸Enter the glass entrance for University Center (to the left of the sculpture if your back is to the parking lots).

🔹Just inside, you can either go up the stairs directly in front of the entrance, or take the elevator to the 2nd floor (to the left of the stairs & right of the lobby info desk).

🔸🔸On the 2nd floor (to the left is the Kraemer Family Library), go down the hall to the right past the coffee shop. The library will be open to the public as a quiet space or to check out their *NEW* Zine Collections curated by PPZF's Co-orginzer, Liz Brown! 🔹At the end of the hall is a ramp and a short staircase to the entrance of Berger Hall! 😷 Masks are not required, but are HIGHLY ENCOURAGED! We will also have free masks & hand sanitizer available at the door to the event space.

[dearestdaffodils]

Season 2, episode 5: The Darkest Hour

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Outer Banks. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

This one was kinda short but there wasn’t a whole lot of scenes in this episode for me to work with 

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Big John used to tell us it's best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom. “Trust me,” he said. “You can always go lower. And the thing about hell is there’s always another one below.” 

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The air in the courtroom hangs heavy and hot as the judge’s gavel strikes home on the desk. 

“John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statute section 14, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances.” The judge peers over her glasses at JB. “If convicted, the maximum sentence would be the death penalty.” 

The room bursts to life as people start murmuring to each other, looking around in disbelief. Kie and Sarah sink lower in their seats, clinging to each other for support. Pope groans, dropping his head forward into his hands. JJ’s grip on my hand tightens, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. 

“Your honor, he’s 17!” JJ shoots up from his seat. “Are you kidding me?” 

“Stop.” Kie stands up, starting to push JJ towards the doors. 

“Hey, John B, we’re gonna figure it out,” JJ shouts.

“John B! John B!” Sarah scrambles against the crowd, fighting towards John B. The officers swarm forward, pushing her back. 

“Stop! Don’t touch her!” I glare at them, carefully pulling Sarah away. “Let’s go, Sarah. Let’s get out of here.” 

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“Is this a joke?” Kie shakes her head, walking down the steps of the courthouse. “Are we in hell, or-?” 

“I should have never come home.” Sarah sighs. 

“They’re gonna kill him, guys. I know it.” JJ looks up at the sky, blinking back tears. 

“Sorry for what you and your family have gone through.” A man’s voice cuts through the noise, following after Ward Cameron like a lost puppy. “Thank God the system works.” 

“Can you please shut up?” I snap, stepping forward. “Of course you think the system worked because it was made to protect you and people like you.” 

“He’ll have his day in court.” The man argues. “A jury will decide.” 

“He shouldn’t even be in court! You should!” I point at Ward. “Cause you’re a murderer! You have a lot of nerve showing up to court.” 

“I know you’re upset.” Ward steps forward. “I know you’re upset, okay? I know he’s got you fooled. He’s got you all fooled.” 

“No, I’m not just upset!” I launch forward, moving towards him. “You have taken every person that is family to me!” I move quickly, lunging towards him as Kie, Pope, and JJ grab me and pull me back. 

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“I’m gonna testify under oath. I was there.” Sarah sniffles, leaning up against one of the front porch beam at the chateau. 

“Sister?” JJ mumbles in confusion. 

“Kie, Y/N, do either of you have your phones?” Sarah looks at us. “Wheezie is the only other person that knows Rafe wasn’t home that day.” 

“Wheezie?” JJ frowns. 

“I don’t know what else to do.” Sarah takes my phone from my outstretched hand. “I got us into this mess. I’m gonna do my best to get us out.” 

“Well, she’s right about one thing.” JJ sighs. “We gotta do something. Our boy is a PO-dub right now, okay? He’s held captive by the enemy right now, maybe even scheduled for execution. Are we just gonna sit here?” 

“What’s the plan then, babe?” I look out at the rain as it pours down, a true testament to the mood around the island. “We kidnap Shoupe?” 

“Maybe, like, that’s not the worst idea actually.” JJ shrugs. 

“Oh, it's not?” I roll my eyes. 

“No!” JJ argues. 

“That is actually the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” Pope speaks up from his seat. 

“It's pretty bad.” Sarah offers, sticking her head out the window. 

“You know? Please, just stay out of this.” JJ sighs. “Okay, Pope, look, we’ve been doing everything your way, and how has that been working out?” 

“Okay, okay, so what’s your plan?” Pope snaps. “You gonna storm a jail, guns a-blazing?”

“Look, Pope, all I’m trying to get you to understand is they got our boy.” JJ stands up. “Are we just gonna sit here and do nothing? No! We’re gonna go get his ass. We’re gonna do something about it!” 

“JJ, we’re not storming a jail. It's not happening.” Kie frowns. 

“No, fine.” JJ shrugs. “Sit in your comfy chairs. Do nothing. I’m gonna see what I can do. Make something happen, even if I have to do it by myself.” 

🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌  🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌 🏄 🌊 🚌

I wouldn’t find out the details of JJ’s prison break until days afterward. Apparently, borrowing an ambulance from your cousin and attempting to break your best friend out of prison isn’t noteworthy enough to tell your girlfriend. 

But to be fair, we were more focused on other noteworthy things. Like the FBI showing up at Ward Cameron’s front door.

[theformerbastard]

Questions to answer while you're on the 🚌:

Favorite grade school teacher?

Best kinda weather?

Cats or dogs?

Including any condiments...what's your favorite sandwich?

Corn or flour tortillas?

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Tumblr fuckin' sucks for hidin' this from me. I swear I wasn't ignorin' you. I literally JUST saw this.

I'm gonna cheat a little on this first one. When I hear "grade school" I think of k-5 and I had some great teachers but elementary school wasn't exactly great for me. BUT, I'm still friendly with my seventh grade english teacher. Does that count? I had a massive crush on her back in the day (we all did) and a few years ago I found her on fb before I deleted my account. We follow each other on ig now and she's just so great. We don't interact often but when we do she's incredibly positive and supportive and I'm so glad to have her in my corner.

I haaaaaaate the heat. Can't stand it. Not a big fan of the sun either so give me a cool but not cold overcast day.

I think at the end of the day, I'm a cat person. I've always helped take care of roommates dogs, and I have a few friends that regularly send me pics of their dogs that I LOVE but if I ever settle down and get to the point where I can have a pet of my own, I'd like to get a cat. I think about it more than I should haha.

I'm gonna get real specific. I haven't been able to find it in a lonnnnng time but lean cuisine had or has a spinach, artichoke, and chicken panini that was just...oh man.

I'm afraid to answer this, given I just said that my favorite sammich is microwaveable BUT I like flour tortillas. Somethin' about the corn street tacos just tastes so...weird. Please don't hate me. My tastebuds are incredibly white.

[tiffanytoms]

if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3

Thanks @abihastastybeans ❤️

My first kiss was from my elementary school 🚌 bully. (My mother had this baaaaad habit of inviting over the kids who bullied me as a kid bc she was convinced we could work it out if we hung out. And honestly she was onto something, bc most of the time I discovered the bullies were just lonely/jealous/needed to work something out/in need of a friend, but I was like a one-stop rehab at that point… ANYWAY) So this bully comes over and IMMEDIATELY asks me if I want to play prince and princess. I’m like sure, what do I do? And she’s like close your eyes. AND THEN SHE KISSES ME. (Aaaanyway, yes, I guess you can say my enemies-to-lovers roots run DEEP 🤣)

My first kiss from a boy was at 16. I was the new, prude girl, and he was supposedly the player, but man, for 2 weeks he carried my books, walked me home, hung off of my every word and had me CONVINCED he was into me. The day after he kissed me, he ignored me. A whole saga continues… The inspiration for WAYDTM is born 😉

I currently have blue hair! 🩵 I love coloring my hair and trying different looks. I think brunette is next…

Tagging: @garbdump @daiziesssart @nerwenn @aestheticallymelanin @bitchysavagedeer @nuninho2000 @eloisehopkins

[rinhaler]

LUXEEEEEEEE! SCREAMING! CRYING! TWERKING! THROWING UP! that Rin fic! That Rin fic?! Rin fucking itoshi⁉️⁉️⁉️ came. That is all. 🚌��️🥜

Noooooooo but it’s meeeeeee 🧋I’ve risen from the dead!!!! I hope u thought of me when u we’re right that!!! Rin!!! Skateboards!!!! Angst!!!! Lots of SMOOCHIES!!!! ugh my new bedtime story >:)

I will, never in this lifetime, get over ur writing. Thx for that. I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!!! :D I hope ur doing wonderful!!! Mwahhhhh! Also uhhhhh…heh…care to share with the class about that shit u said abt Ryusei??? >:3

I DID WRITE IT WITH U IN MIND OMG I'M SO GLAD U LIKED IT 🥹 how have you been omg feels like forever since I heard from you!! Have you been up to much? Wheeee it's so nice to hear from you and I'm so glad you read it 🙏🏽

also I may... write a mean ryu fic at some point bc I LOVE that man

[riverdrifter]

River Listens To: Mayfair Watchers Society - Episodes 1 & 2

Hi! It's been a while since I've posted here. I burnt out a bit on Creatures of the Deep, but I have still been playing Pikmin 4. However, I found that the way I was logging my gameplay was extremely difficult to keep up with for a game that I really enjoy getting immersed in. So, I'll likely be retiring the more encyclopedic style of posts. I'm not sure what I'll do in lieu of that, but I've been using letterboxd, Goodreads, and StoryGraph a lot and enjoying it. I'm going to port my reviews on there over to this blog so I can have everything in one place, just not yet. I'm in a bit of a slump, and I could really use a dreary horror listening session to hopefully get it out of my system.

That's where this show comes in! I'd already listened up to Society Proceedings, but I hadn't logged any of my listening, which I'd like to do this time. I've also forgotten a good deal, so I'd prefer to relisten and write down my feelings so I don't forget again. Since we have 28 episodes as of now, I'll be taking them on 2 at a time. Spoilers under the cut!

🚌 Episode 1: The Woman on the Bus

This is a very strong start to a very good show. I'm quickly remembering what I loved so much about it on my first listen. Let's start with the characters.

First of all, the central character of the episode being called Val was a hell of a jumpscare. I have a good friend with that name, and I know her ass would NOT be in this situation. The conflict is driven by Val not wanting to accept a ride from her friend, Lou, lest she feel like a mooch. She sheepishly reveals that she flunked the of driver's test and wouldn't trust herself to drive enough to retake it. This is what the kids would call a Big Mood. I am not driving any time in the foreseeable future, and I'm glad when people who feel similarly keep themselves off the road. I'm definitely not shy about accepting rides, though. I especially wouldn't turn down a ride if I were alone on an unfamiliar street at night, and ESPECIALLY not if I started hearing screaming. In fact, I'd probably tell my friend to get right the fuck over there right now, and then I'd hide until they got there.

This is what's brilliant: Val's sensibilities and flaws are what get her into trouble, something which I know I really liked about this show the first time I listened. It's very human to be so stubborn about excepting help that you get yourself into a worse situation than you were in in the first place. Every time she makes another bad decision, I felt like I could understand what led her to that conclusion. She also has effortless chemistry with her friend up until the tension starts rising, at which point he gets a little shitty with her. This is also done well. Not only does it amp up the stress, but you really get the sense that these are people with lives and feelings beyond the span of this episode. (Well, they were.)

Now, let's talk about what's probably the main appeal of this show for most people: the horror. I think the writing and the horror go hand in hand here, and it's done beautifully. Like, the dialogue is a seamless part of what makes the episode scary; when the characters are in denial, that's when the dread starts really seeping in. I found the following line to be especially effective:

"I felt her eyes on me, like the heat when you open up the oven door."

The dialogue isn't all that's good about the horror, though. Of course the design of the monster of the week is amazing; this show is based on the works of and creatively directed by Trevor freaking Henderson. I remember just about exploding when I first heard that we'd be getting a podcast themed around his work. The sound design is also incredible. Early in the episode, Lou asks Val to be quiet because he thought he heard something, but he dismisses it as her paranoia wearing off on him. But we, the listeners, can hear it too: a faint jingling, like chains rattling, a second set of footsteps, and dry, croaking breathing, like someone is struggling to keep up. And as soon as this episode's anomaly gets on the bus, you hear it again, getting louder and louder the closer she gets. It's subtle, but not too subtle; I noticed it easily without headphones and with a beanie over my ears. Then there's the escalation of threat on Lou's end of the phone as Val frantically rings to request a stop... God, it's so effective.

That's about all I have to say! This was a lot more than I thought I'd have to talk about over just one episode. I haven't really addressed the plot directly; I think the premise of "person has a dream, person later experiences that dream in real life" is as solid as ever. But this is all that came to mind while listening. We'll see how much I blab about the next one!

✂️ Episode 2: Scissors

Oh boy. If I already yapped about the first episode, I dread how long this post is going to be, because my notes for this one are twice as long. Let's just dive right in.

Right from the beginning, there's some good subtle environment building at play with the fact that this is a suburban Neighborhood Watch group, but not one too bougie to have guns. Now, I know some people have a dinky little pistol they keep in the safe just in case, but these people have rifles and shotguns. Combined with the fact that one of the members, Liz, sprained her wrist in a hunting accident, we get the feel for what specific type of middle-of-nowhere small town this is. This is strengthened later by the mention that one of their prominent playground parks borders the woods. There's a lot of little details like this that help us get a good vibe check of Mayfair as a place.

I also think the characters in this episode were pretty fun. I did have to reference the transcript at times to tell if it was Ed or Simon who was talking, but that could've been a skill issue on my part. Clem is a classic Stanley from The Office type. He's a good no-nonsense guy to have in this bunch. Simon is the opposite, trying to keep things light by making jokes that might not be situationally appropriate, but he's not a total asshole. You can tell, especially by the end of the episode, that he cares about his fellow Watch members. He seems to be on friendly terms with Ed's wife, commenting on a brisket she made and how she can have a foul mouth at times.

While Simon stuck out to me the most this episode, Liz comes up in second place. Liz is interesting to me because she always asks for permission to take the floor; this could just be her personality, or it could be because she's the only woman in a room of men. So you have this shy-ish, relatively soft-spoken suburban mom who would rather the council say "poop" than "shit", but she also injured her wrist in a hunting accident. People say the character work in this show isn't very good, but I find that there's a good deal of depth to people like Liz if you're willing to read between the lines. As far as one-off characters go, at least.

Ed is probably my least favorite of this episode's cast, despite being the subject of a for-fun crack theory which I'll detail later. However, just because I wasn't that into him doesn't mean I didn't think he had interesting character stuff going on. There's this implied distance with his wife, Abby, who has some sort of police rank that was probably stated and I just didn't catch it. But he talks about how she isn't home long enough to reassure his terrified kids. I get the sense that he, too, feels like a terrified kid in this situation; maybe if he had more time with his wife, he wouldn't dissolve into paranoia and finger pointing so quickly. By the end of the episode, he has a low enough value of himself to want to go out guns blazing against this scissor-wielding threat.

That said, I'm not sure if his rapid mental decline is his own cross to bear, or if this episode's anomaly has some sort of psychic AoE ability. Other town members are said to be at each other's throats as the situation escalates, with one going as far as to beat up another man. Clem remarks that he probably just needed something to punch, but I'm still uncertain whether this illustrates an effect of the thing with the scissors, or if people are just going nuts because they're so scared and stressed. I don't fault the episode for this ambiguity. I think it's better left unconfirmed either way.

I'd like to defend this episode's story as well. I've heard people say that it leaves things too open-ended, or that it was lazy to leave it on a hang, but I don't think there's anything uncertain about what happens at the end. The typical roll-call structure is broken up by the distinct lack of Ed's voice. There's this uncomfortable silence, a clear elephant in the room. Now, if those criticisms are directed at not knowing what happens next, that's more understandable. I think I've just come to terms with the structure of these monster of the week-type shows, and it's something I really enjoy.

Let's get into some things I've noticed that I wanted to point out. This is a joke that Lou made to Val in the last episode:

"Oh, yeah. Like that time you saw that weird black van parked outside your house, so you stayed up in your living room all night watching the John Wick trilogy and holding a kitchen knife?"

In this episode, there's a lengthy aside about an unidentified car going up and down the streets. This one is notably a "dark, mid-sized sedan"; not quite the same as a van. So I'm not trying to assert that these are the same vehicle or something. But we do have multiple instances now where suspicious vehicles have been mentioned, and I don't think the sedan had to do with the anomaly of this episode. This is something I'll put a pin in to see if it comes up again.

This is a different thing I noticed. Clem mentions an incident in which two teens went to the Hayward Textile Mill to record "YouTube nonsense", supposedly saw a ghost, and then one of them was injured by falling through the floorboards on their way out. This is, in fact, an event we see in a future episode! I like things like this that reward second listens.

Now, here's where I get into my crack theory that I don't really believe in, but I think is a really funny way to read the episode: Simon and Abby are having an affair. We have the aforementioned comments implying closeness between the two. When Simon says that the suburb's parents are "either working, playing squash, or havin' affairs", he points out being a squash man himself. This could be read as intentional misdirection if you are unhinged. Ed is in paranoia and denial about everything, and when he makes excuses for his wife, he says, "We need to find compromises sometimes." This could be the language of a couple who have gone through cheating incidents and are working through it. Again, I don't think this is true. It's clear within the content of the episode that Simon does just genuinely care about Ed and his family. It's just something I had fun tinhatting about during my listen.

To wrap up this episode's lengthy segment, here are miscellaneous comments from my notes, lightning-round-style:

Suburb-typical ableism towards those perceived as mentally unsound! Let's go /j

NOT THE 2016 MURDER CLOWNS REFERENCE.

Is people blaming sounds on washing machines going to become a running gag?

All in all, I think this was a good episode. It's not as effective in the horror department as the first one, but that was a really strong start, so I'll try not to fault future episodes too much if they fall short of its mark.