#I don’t understand why people get so defensive like…everyone’s got their own opinions let em be

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

“It’s honestly not good”. And your input is honestly unwelcome.

And this ask was honestly very annnoying to receive in the middle of dinner…seriously? Right in front of my salad? /j 😂

Let people have their own opinions on Caleo there’s no rule stating it’s compulsory to like it💜🌸 Anyways have a great day 💜🌸 /gen

[lovetenya]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐚.

warnings: these are just headcanons mostly focused on them, but the reader is gn, of course!

note: this was suggested, and inspired by this. also, i haven’t written for some of these characters before, so i hope i do them justice!

scenario: ua’s normal childcare professional is out sick, so you’re teamed up with another class 1a student to take care of the ua teacher’s kids while they’re at a hero banquet. all of the kids are well behaved, but most of these guys aren’t around kids much, so it’s a learning experience.

mina ashido.

mina is great with kids because she fits right in with them and will listen to them babble about their interests for HOURS because it truly is interesting to her to learn what makes them happy

and she’ll ask you “wow! did ya hear that y/n? she just said that pelicans can turn their stomachs inside out! isn’t that great?”

she just wants to learn whatever she can from them, because she thinks that they have just as much to teach us

i feel like mina is the type of person who gently inserts self love rhetoric and feminist ideas into her conversations w the kids, because she just wants everyone to be uplifted and for them to notice their strengths without being held back by other people’s opinions

she’s always felt that it was easy to be outwardly excited and to have fun, so she’s really good at getting shy kids out of their shell and helping them to let loose, and will encourage you to open up to them a little bit and be a little warmer

she loves to dance, so she’ll host dance parties with the kids and start something goofy like a conga line and lead them around the common room, making them all giggle like crazy

tsuyu asui.

tsu doesn’t really like the loud noises that kids sometimes make, so she’s more likely to organize a game or put on a movie for the kids to watch to keep things calm and steady

she’d let em pick a nature program or an animal-related movie so that she could chime in & give little facts here & there and make them smile!

tsu is a good babysitter because she encourages kids to be curious about their surroundings, and doesn’t mind at all when kids ask questions about her quirk

she’ll show and tell them whatever they want to know, and will even leap out of excitement sometimes!! she’s so cute!!

katsuki bakugo.

contrary to what other people sometimes say, i don’t think that he’s going to be outright rude to kids or yell at them constantly. yes, i know, he was brash with them in those couple episodes, but he’s blunt—not a bad person. he’s not going to just scream at kids for no reason.

sure, he might get frustrated, but he still wants them to feel safe and protected. that’s what heroes do.

and what better way to keep them feeling safe than teaching them self defense techniques?

he’d be all serious like, “alright, so if a villain has you in a chokehold, what do you do?”

and they’re sitting in front of him, all wide eyed and starry lookin, entranced with what he’s teaching them

“who teaches kids this kind of stuff?” you think. (he does)

i also think katsuki is the kid of person who’s going to cook for them and keep them occupied in that way.

he usually likes making complicated stuff, but he has no problem making it less spicy if it means they’ll calm down for a little bit to eat

while everyone’s eating, you look over to him and see him helping a kid hold their chopsticks, before softly praising them, “there ya go. you’ve got it now.” and giving them a small high five

he’s not someone who’s going to be outwardly soft, so doing things for kids like teaching them things or cooking them meals is how he shows he cares.

tenya iida.

tenya likes to tell and read stories with kids, or help them with their homework if they’ve got any

he’ll do terrible voices for all the different characters and make all the kids laugh

he’ll sit patiently with them and will explain the stories or problems just like a teacher would

and he’ll notice if you sneak them any candy, and will call you out discreetly by holding out his hand for some and saying “what? you’re not going to give me one?”

any and all messes will be cleaned up by the kids, and they’ll be lined up & ready when the teachers are ready to come and get them

kyoka jirou.

i think she’d be better with older kids because they’re easier to maintain and entertain (in my opinion)

they don’t ask as many random questions, which sometimes overwhelm her, and they’re more likely to listen to what she has to say

i can see her being really flustered with the attention they give her, because they think she’s so cool, but she’s still pretty relaxed cuz she doesn’t wanna freak them out

she’ll let them have lots of snacks and would play music for them!!

“does anyone know what this instrument is called?”

“that’s right, good job! wanna hear what it sounds like?”

she’ll show them as many instruments as they wanna see, and tries not to blush too hard when they cheer and applaud

denki kaminari.

if you think kids bounce off the walls with energy, they’re about to meet their match with mr. denki kaminari.

he’s the kind of person to challenge them to foot races and to go way too hard in go fish

and he’d do little pranks where he let outs a little shock when they high five him

needless to say, the kids are exhausted when they make it back to their parents

eijirou kirishima.

he. loves. kids.

he thinks they’re so fun to be around and that they’re the next generation of heroes, and they’re full of endless potential!

he’s 100% willing to be a human jungle gym and will play wrestle with them to their heart’s content while making sure they’re not being too rough with each other

he’d compliment them for the smallest stuff, saying “wow! that was super manly, kiddo!” cuz he doesn’t want other people to question their abilities

he’s not the greatest cook, but he’s helpful, so he’ll help you cook for them!

he’ll encourage the kids to help however they can, and will let them stir the bowls while encouraging them!!

lots of high fives and “woo-hoo!”s

izuku midoriya.

izuku adores children’s curiosity and how their questions never seem to end

he can relate to it, because of course he loves compiling information and learning as much as he can about a topic

if one of the kids was a fan of all might??? they’re babbling together about all might’s greatest moments and they’re demonstrating how the move went and how the villain ran away pathetically

he’s very soft w kids because he knows how weird he is.

he agrees that it doesn’t make sense for someone of his size to be that strong, but reminds them that everyone’s quirk works differently, and that they shouldn’t judge people for their quirk or how it chooses to manifest

he’s so understanding and kind w the kids whose quirks haven’t manifested yet, because he knows how bad it feels to feel like you’re es than average, and assures them that it’ll come soon! and even if it doesn’t, you can still make a difference!

which is all the more reason for him to be as gentle as possible, following around the little ones like a mother hen and making sure they’re not gonna walk into something or put a toy into their mouth

would probably tire himself out trying to keep track of all of them and they would all fall asleep in a big hug pile 🥺

mashirao ojiro.

has a lot of fun with kids, because he’s used to being overshadowed by some of the higher achievers in class 1a

but kids think he’s cool because his quirk is so unique and they can’t help but be fascinated and ask a million questions on what he can do with it

he’s happy to share, because lots of people underestimate him and don’t pay attention to what he has to say

would give them rides on his tail and let them pet it (like denki does!)

hanta sero.

he just kinda lets them do their own thing and follows along to make sure that they don’t hurt themselves

would strap a baby to his chest with some tape just to keep them secure with him

and would answer a thousand questions about his quirk without tiring, because he remembers what it was like to be curious of peoples quirks, and he knows they’re not staring to be disrespectful

i think he’s another one that would cook for them, and feel really accomplished when they’re all satisfied

mezo shoji.

although he’s a badass, that’s exactly the reason why he’s the one most hesitant to deal with kids because he’s afraid that he’s going to scare them away

however, he didn’t account for them finding him to be the most fascinating person they’ve laid their eyes on

he would scoop them up in his arms and carry them around and let them use him like a jungle gym

he’s very very gentle with them because he tends to underestimate his strength and would never be able to forgive himself if he was to bring them harm, but he never does because he’s so careful

shoto todoroki.

shoto never really dealt with kids, so he’s hesitant about everything he does.

he’s seen the destruction that his quirk “causes”, and he’s horrified to thing of what could happen if he gets overwhelmed.

shoto underestimates his tolerance and patience. he’s very good with kids, and is very good at getting them to listen.

all it takes is a little flurry of snow and they’re suddenly at full attention for shoto.

ochaco uraraka.

she likes kids, but she’s not very good at being strict with them

they want to read another story? of course she can read another!

they want another snack? sure! why not?

she tries not to let them walk all over her, but they’re just so cute, and she can’t resist.

she’d make their toys float around the room to make them laugh

and they think she’s a princess because of her “magic” and how she wears pink :)

momo yaoyorozu.

momo is like a mom!

shes great at planning things for them to do and keeping them in line and occupied

games are organized and cooperative, so nobody loses!

although she’s not usually like this, she’s more than willing to give hugs and feel better kisses if someone is to bump their head :(

she would feel terrible if someone got hurt on her watch, so she’s encouraging them the be safe if they’re going to be active!

makes lots of fun little snacks for them to eat, with cute faces and stuff, and doesn’t mind to see her hard work enjoyed by such good kids!

end!

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars XXVI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Okay so I have a sort of “fancast” for how I imagine Erick to be, and I’ll gladly show you who I see when I write him, BUT you can still imagine him differently if you want, so be ready to see his lovely face one of this days

Words: 2,849

Warnings: Some nasty slugs, uh hints of bad family relationships ig??

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Chapter Eight: Ron Eats Slugs.

"You can't miss the defense against the dark arts lessons-"

"You can't tell me what to do."

"You have to respect him! He's a teacher!" Hermione whispered angrily.

Ron sat down in front of them and said Harry was at Quidditch practice.

"Maybe we can still catch him," Ron offered, "once I'm done with breakfast..."

While she waited, she finally decided to open her mother's letter.

She'd been way too nervous the whole week to open it, afraid of what might be inside.

'Mel Dumbledore.

I can't even imagine why would you do such a thing on your very first day. I'm speechless. Mr. Weasley’s car? I don't understand why you thought that was a good idea.

Maybe you were just following Ron and Harry's lead, which I must say, is a little disappointing.'

Mel didn't want to keep reading, but she figured it was better to get it over with.

'-You should never base your actions on what other people expect you to do, Mel. Not even if that person is one of your closest friends. How do you expect to become your own whole witch if you keep following other people's tails?

I'm not angry, I'm sad that you didn't trust your own instinct -let's be honest, I know for sure that whole adventure wasn't your idea- please, next time you're in trouble, take a deep breath and do what's best for you, and not what others would prefer you to do.

Be good. I'll wait for your reply,

Mum.'

"I'm a failure," Mel pouted.

"How come?" Hermione looked up.

"My mum says she's disappointed because I went along with Ron's idea instead if insisting on staying."

"How does she know it wasn't your idea?" Ron frowned.

"She's my mum," Mel replied sternly, "besides, I suppose Dumbledore explained the whole thing to her."

"At least you learned the lesson and you weren't expelled," Hermione shrugged, "but see, this is what I mean, you can't just abandon your studies, Mel. You have a second chance."

"I really think you're wrong," Mel sighed, "but I don't dare to hurt my mum more than I already did..."

The toasts were cold by the time Harry went out to the field, he saw them on the bench and approached with a weary expression.

"Aren't you finished yet?" asked Ron.

"Haven't even started," said Harry, his eyes flicked to the toasts Hermione and Ron were eating, "Wood's been teaching us new moves."

"Take one," Mel said lovingly, offering the toasts, "you can't play with an empty stomach, remember?"

Harry blushed, lightly mumbling a 'thank you', and devouring it.

As he mounted on his broom and flew around with Fred and George, Colin Creevey started to take pictures.

"Look this way, Harry! This way!"

"You know, say what you want about Ginny," Mel mentioned as she watched the younger boy, "but at least she doesn't follow Harry around with a camera..."

"I still don't understand why she's so shy around him," Ron frowned, "it's so weird"

"She likes him," Mel shrugged, "people act oddly around the person they like, right?"

"I wouldn't know," He raised his eyebrows, "never liked anybody"

"Yeah," Mel sighed, her attention back on Harry, "Me neither..."

"Look, it's the Slytherin team," Hermione pointed to the large group of people nearing the field.

"Holy Snitch," Mel leaned over, squinting, "is that- it is! Malfoy- and they- they have new brooms!"

"Who?"

"All of them!"

"This can't be good," Ron stood up, "let's go."

The girls followed their friend down to the field.

"What's happening?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?"

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Malfoy, "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team. Good, aren't they? But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."

The Slytherin team laughed.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione. "They got in on pure talent."

Mel couldn't have said it better.

"No one asked your opinion, you fiIthy little Mudblood."

"How dare you!" Alicia Spinnet gasped.

Ron pulled out his wand.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!"

Mel didn't know what was going on and got even more confused once Ron fell back as if something had hit him.

"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione kneeled next to him.

Ron was throwing up slugs. One after the other, it was gross.

"That wand..." Mel shook her head, trying to help him stand.

"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," said Harry and help her get Ron on his feet.

"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin was now on the field, eagerly jumping around them like a puppy.

Ron puked a particularly huge slug.

"Oooh," said Colin, "Can you hold him still, Harry?"

"Get out of the way, Colin!" Harry demanded.

They walked as fast as possible, trying to avoid stepping on the hideous slugs Ron kept throwing up.

"Nearly there, Ron," said Hermione when they were a few meters away from Hagrid's hut, "You'll be all right in a minute - almost there -"

Suddenly, Gilderoy Lockhart emerged from the cabin.

"Quick, behind here," Harry hissed, and they took Ron behind a bush.

"It's a simple matter if you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was saying aloud. "If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my book. I'm surprised you haven't already got one - I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, good-bye!"

They waited a few seconds, Ron still having not the greatest time. Hermione knocked on the door. Hagrid appeared quickly, for a second he looked like he was about to yell at them, but it soon changed into a smile.

"Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me - come in, come in - thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again -"

Hagrid was not surprised by Ron's issue, he let Harry explained as Ron sat there, shaking uncontrollably.

"Better out than in," he said cheerfully, handing Ron a big bucket, "Get 'em all up, Ron."

"I don't think there's anything to do except wait for it to stop," said Hermione, "That's a difficult curse to work at the best of times, but with a broken wand-"

"What did Lockhart want with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, scratching Fang's ears.

"Givin' me advice on gettin' kelpies out of a well," growled Hagrid, "Like I don' know. An' bangin' on about some banshee he banished. If one word of it was true, I'll eat my kettle."

"I think you're being a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for the job -" Hermione was quick to correct, but Hagrid interrupted.

"He was the on' man for the job," said Hagrid, "An' I mean the on' one. Gettin' very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People aren't too keen ter take it on, see. They're startin' ter think it's jinxed. No one's lasted long fer a while now. So tell me," said Hagrid, looking at Ron. "Who was he tryin' ter curse?"

"We were on the Quidditch team and the Slytherin team walked up to them, Malfoy is the new seeker, apparently he bought his way in..."

"Malfoy called Hermione something -it must've been really bad, because everyone went wild"

"It was bad," said Ron finally able to speak, "Malfoy called her 'Mudblood,' Hagrid -"

That was all he could say before throwing up another bunch of slugs.

"He didn'!" Hagrid gasped.

"He did," she said, "But I don't know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course -"

"It's about the most insulting thing he could think of," gasped Ron, coming back up. "Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggleborn - you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards -like Malfoy's family- who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood." He gave a small burp, and a single slug fell into his outstretched hand. He threw it into the basin and continued, "I mean, the rest of us know it doesn't make any difference at all. Look at Neville Longbottom -he's pure-blood and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up."

"An' they haven't invented a spell our Hermione can' do," said Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a brilliant shade of magenta.

"It's a disgusting thing to call someone," said Ron, wiping his sweaty brow with a shaking hand. "Dirty blood, see. Common blood. It's ridiculous. Most wizards these days are half-blood anyway. If we hadn't married Muggles we'd've died out."

He retched and ducked out of sight again.

"Well, I don' blame yeh fer tryin' ter curse him, Ron," said Hagrid loudly over the thuds of more slugs hitting the basin. "Bu' maybe it was a good thing yer wand backfired. 'Spect Lucius Malfoy would've come marchin' up ter school if yeh'd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble."

"His father is just as awful and annoying," Mel huffed, "one of this days, I don't know which one of us, but I'm sure we'll end up giving Malfoy the beating of his life"

"It won't be you, of course," Harry said sarcastically, "you hate getting into fights"

"Shut up, Glasses."

"Harry," said Hagrid abruptly, "Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?"

Mel snorted, taking a treacle fudge that Hagrid had kindly put on the table for them. Harry looked completely offended.

"I have not been giving out signed photos," he said, "If Lockhart's still spreading that around-"

"I'm on'y jokin'," He laughed, patting Harry so hard on the back he almost hit the table face-first, "I knew yeh hadn't really. I told Lockhart yeh didn' need teh. Yer more famous than him without tryin'."

"Bet he didn't like that," said Harry.

"Don' think he did," Hagrid grinned. "An' then I told him I'd never read one o' his books an' he decided ter go. Treacle fudge, Ron?"

"Can I be your maid of honor, Glasses?" Mel teased as they walked back inside the castle, Hagrid mentioned that he'd found Ginny walking around his house trying to run into Harry, "If you and Ginny want to, of course, I'll be more than happy-"

"Stop," Harry snapped, "I don't tease you about Fred and George, so don't tease me"

"I just think it's so romantic!" She grinned.

"Of course you do, Mellow," He replied.

Mel gasped.

"I told you not to tell him about that stupid nickname!" Mel turned to look at Ron, who had shrunken in his place.

"Sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, we were talking the other day and it slipped!"

"It slipped -don't give me that look, Harry. The fact that you found a better nickname doesn't mean I'll stop calling you Glasses."

"I wasn't counting on it," He smirked.

"There you are," Professor McGonagall walked up to them, "You will do your detentions this evening."

"What're we doing, Professor?" said Ron, nervously suppressing a burp.

"You will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch," said Professor McGonagall. "And no magic, Weasley - elbow grease."

"Miss Dumbledore will help Hagrid, and Potter will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail," said Professor McGonagall.

"Oh no - Professor, can't I go and do the trophy room, too?" said Harry, "Or help Hagrid?"

"Certainly not," said Professor McGonagall, "Professor Lockhart requested you particularly. Eight o'clock sharp, the three of you."

"Filch'll have me there all night," said Ron as they sat on the Gryffindor table, "No magic! There must be about a hundred cups in that room. I'm no good at Muggle cleaning."

"I'd swap anytime," said Harry, "I've had loads of practice with the Dursleys. Answering Lockhart's fan mail... he'll be a nightmare..."

Both of them looked at Mel with the same frown.

"You got the best deal," Ron complained, "helping Hagrid? He'll probably let you sit and watch"

"No, he'll probably make me work hard," Mel replied, "but I can't say I won't enjoy it, as long as it's not inside the forbidden forest..."

She made her way out of the castle alone after dinner, less upset than expected with her detention, humming absentmindedly to the dim afternoon light.

"Good evening," Said someone behind her.

Mel turned to see Erick, catching up to her.

"Mind if I join you, Miss?"

"I'm heading to detention," Mel informed him.

"I just want to tell you something," He said shortly.

"Well..." She eyed the boy curiously, "go ahead?"

"I didn't know about Malfoy- about him being the new seeker- I didn't know."

"Oh," Mel stopped walking, taken by surprise. "I wasn't expecting you to know."

"Good," He nodded, a soft frown upon his features, "I heard my brother making fun of the Weasley boy, is he alright?"

"He's better," Mel tilted her head, "Why does it bother you?"

"I'm not-" He said, then immediately he corrected, "I am- Not for him if I'm honest- I was worried about you, thinking I knew about Malfoy and decided not to tell you. I always knew my brother is an idiot but it never occurred to me that he'd be stupid enough to sell a position to someone that isn't even that good. We're surely gonna lose the cup again- not that I mind, I've never been a Quidditch fan myself, but you know... the house cup is a high stake to lose"

Mel observed him with a pensive expression, Erick raised a brow.

"What?"

"The Weasleys are such a lovely family... they tease, and most of the time they're arguing, but they love each other," She shrugged, "it's just weird to me that you speak so poorly about your own brother, he's your family, you know... I thought purebloods were loyal to their own kind"

It seemed like she'd touched a sensitive subject. Erick's eyes shifted to an angry glare and he said, very coldly:

"Not everyone can have a pretty family, Miss. Not all purebloods are as likable as the Weasleys."

The girl tried to fix it, but it was too late.

"I didn't mean-"

"Good luck with detention," He turned around.

"You could come and meet Hagrid if you want?" She offered loudly, Erick was already half-way.

"I'll pass," The boy replied, climbing up the stairs and back to the castle.

She was right about Hagrid, he made her work a lot but it was bearable and in the end, he let her go earlier than expected. At eleven she was already seated in the common room, finishing her History of Magic essay and softly stroking Grey's tiny head.

Once she was done, she wrote a letter to her mother, apologizing and promising she'd stay out of trouble for real this time. Then also wrote one for her uncle, he probably knew all the story by now, but Mel figured it was time to write to him anyway.

While looking for more ink, Erick's note fell from one of her books. Her stomach sank at the thought of their chat a few hours prior. Why did she always end up upsetting him? She wondered if being friends with him was actually a good idea.

Harry appeared around midnight.

"Oh," She jumped in her place, remembering she wasn't the only one who had detention, "how was it?"

"I... I'm not sure," He sat down next to her, the girl messily put her things away, "something odd happened while I was with Lockhart..."

"Odd?"

"I heard a voice," Harry shook his head with incertitude, "it sounded like it was in the room with us but when I told Lockhart he said he hadn't heard a thing"

"What kind of things did it say?"

Harry shivered.

"Not happy things for sure"

She nodded, a bit confused by his statement. She figured he was just confused, but believed him. Harry had no reason to be lying about something like that.

"Maybe Malfoy found out where you were and decided to do that, you should ask Ron if he had some strange occurrence like yours once he's back"

Harry looked up.

"He's not here yet?"

"I don't think so, Hagrid let me go earlier and Hermione told me none of you had arrived yet"

His eyes landed on the fireplace, deep in thought.

"I don't feel like it was just a joke..."

"Cheer up," Mel searched for his hand and gave it a little squeeze, "at least our detention it's over!"

"Yeah, yes..." He looked back at her, trying to smile, "I'll go to bed, you should too"

"I will," She nodded and watched as Harry got up and left.

The girl picked up her things. She felt her skin tingle where Harry's hand had touched.

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Champagne - Erick Brian Colon *SMUT*

Before this begins: Hey there, long time, no see, huh? I bet you thought I died. Nope! Just been dying from college and all-- But here’s something I’ve been working on for a while. I’m sorry for disappearing suddenly, I hope you accept this as an apology

Warnings: SMUT, alcohol, SEX, drunken sex (but protected), swearing

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 1900+

I got champagne for the pain, blackout all the memories.

Running through my veins, I don’t really wanna feel anything

Trying to escape, I’m my only enemy.

Drinks, I’ll keep em raised, I don’t really wanna feel anything.

You know the feeling when you don’t want control over yourself? You want to let everything go and just… exist. Yeah, I got that feeling when I knew the breakup was coming. It was not my fault that we broke up, but I felt tired of being blamed for everything. That jerk took everything from me, including my freedom. I was actually thankful for the breakup. If he wasn’t going to do it, then I would have found something to change it. That’s why I decided to go out. The club was packed with people. I suppose everyone came to have a good time. Me, on the other hand, I wanted to numb the pain.

I’m a few drinks in by this point, and I’m not sure exactly how much time has passed. All I know is that I’m feeling things still. I get approached by a handsome stranger, and I could tell he was Hispanic. He carried himself well. The Cuban man smiled at me. It was dazzling and took my breath away. 

“Perdoname (excuse me), are you alone?” 

I nodded as I sipped my glass. 

“What makes you think that?” I asked with a raise of my brow. I knew I was being sarcastic, which is my defense when I was with him… my ex. 

“What brings you here?” He asks as he leans against the bar beside me. 

“Breakup, trying to escape and feel nothing.” I replied. “What’s your name?” I asked this time. 

“Erick.” 

Ah, I could hear his accent coming on stronger. He had to lean closer so I could hear him. He was really quiet.

 “And you?” 

“(Y/N).” I replied. 

We chatted for a while until he managed to drag me away for a dance. I figured why the hell not. He was hot, I wanted to forget about my stupid ex, and we would both have some fun along the way. He brought his body close to mine and I could smell his clean aftershave, along with the expensive cologne I was sure that he was wearing. My body was in a tight purple dress, but it was also sort of flowy. It pretty much left little to the imagination. It definitely hugged me in the right places to give me more curves. I had to admit that I looked good for not wanting to care about anything. My hands were running through my hair as I looked up at Erick. 

For being a stranger, he sure was hot as hell. I smirked to myself as I felt him grab my waist, pulling me close. Our fronts were grinding against one another so I could look into his eyes. They were such a beautiful blue-green color. The lights didn’t do them justice. His lips were full, pink, and surely they looked kissable. I wanted to feel their soft texture as they pressed against mine. His body seemed like it was sculpted by God himself. I could only imagine what it would be like for him to pin me against the nearest wall and make me forget my name.

Clearly, the alcohol was getting to me right now. I was fantasizing about having sex with a complete stranger. I didn’t know what his opinion of me was. Maybe he was just into flirting and getting numbers for hookups. I couldn’t exactly judge someone who I’ve only met a few minutes ago. It wasn’t my place to. However, there was another way to numb these feelings I have. I wanted to forget about my ex and be taken to new places. Erick seemed to catch my eye and I looked back into his eyes. 

“You alright?” He asked me while dancing, spinning me around and pulling me again into the grind. 

“I’m fine, just handling the breakup roughly.” I replied. “I came to forget about all of that.” I answered truthfully. He seemed to understand perfectly and he leaned close, his mouth brushing against my ear.

 “I can make you forget about everything, princesa. I could even make you forget your name if you want.” 

Oh god, I felt weak in the knees. This is exactly what I wanted. It was like he was reading my body language and making me think about taking him up on his offer. His hands were wrapped around me and pulling me close. 

I leaned forward, “Make me forget then.”

 I leaned back to watch his eyes. They shifted to a darker color as I could practically see the lust swirling in them. I wanted this for sure.

The next thing I knew, I was kissing this really hot guy as he pushed me into the hotel room he had. I was going to be forgetting a lot tonight. His hands were roaming my body desperately as he clawed at my dress. As soon as his fingers found the zipper, he started to tug at it and pull it down my back. I stepped out of it, revealing my matching black lace bra and panty set. I felt exposed. My fingers went to his jacket, pushing it to his jacket and pushing it off. I also unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of him, pulling back for a moment to admire his body. It looked really good, just like I thought. I traced the outline of his abs and I could definitely tell he looked after himself physically. That was so hot to me. He connected our lips again and I moaned into it. I could taste the sweet Malibu on his lips. I swear, if I wasn’t drunk already, then I am now. 

His lips brushed against my neck and I tilted my head to the side. He picked me up by my thighs, pinning me against the wall. He was kissing and leaving small bites, as if he was searching for my weak spot. His pearly white teeth bit down and it caused me to moan especially loud. I covered my mouth with my hand but he moved it. 

“No, princesa. Let me hear how good this feels.” He purred into my ear, making me whimper. 

“E-Erick, please, I need you.” I whined. 

He smirked and he pulled me off the wall long enough to take me to the bedroom. Once inside, he tossed me onto the bed. I laughed as my back hit the mattress, then I looked up as he crawled on top of me. Erick’s dazzling blue eyes were clouded with lust, and they were definitely darker than when I saw them at the club. I was captivated and hypnotized by his eyes.

If I get this just right, I could lay here all night

Is it too much? One cup, tryna fill up

The spaces you left in me

“You need me?” He replied with surprise in his tone, “I can see why, princesa.” 

He purred as his hands roamed my body, heating up the spots he touched and setting me aflame from the inside out. I never thought that I would do this, a one night stand with a total stranger, but I did say that I wanted to lay and forget about the world. I wanted to feel something… anything… just to forget the pain I had been feeling. I could tell Erick was getting a bit restless because of how fast his pants came off. I watched the material fly by and land before he was attaching his lips to mine again, making me groan at the sweet taste. I wanted more than this. My hands were resting on his back as I felt his hand expertly unclipping my bra. I tossed it aside before his hands cupped my breasts, almost purring instinctively when feeling them.

I got all these brand new addictions

I'm bound to, I'm bound to

Anything that stops me from thinkin'

About you, about you

That went straight to my nether regions and I felt myself become wet at the thought of where else those hands could travel to. They were soft, yet so rough at the same time. Erick started kissing down my neck, his stubbled chin catching me off guard. I didn’t remember feeling it as he kissed me earlier. But god, I knew I wanted him to kiss me even lower than he already was. I wanted him to taste me and make me forget my own name. He moved quickly as he trailed kisses down my body. His hands were massaging my breasts and making me moan out as he did.

“Erick, oh god.” I moaned out, my head tilting back against the pillows further.

“Like that, princess?” He purred in perfect English, his accent making the butterflies in my stomach flutter harder than before.

I got champagne for the pain

Black out all the memories

Runnin' through my veins

I don't really wanna feel anything

Trying to escape

I'm my only enemy

Drinks, I'll keep 'em raised

I don't really wanna feel anything

Yes, I knew having a random one night stand may not be the answer for all of my problems, but it was enough of a distraction for me. I wanted to forget about my shitty ex and focus on something that would make me temporarily happy. 

Before my mind could completely wander off, I felt his tongue prodding at my entrance, instantly jerking me out of my thoughts and instantly making me moan. Wow, he had a magic tongue to say the least. It was working every nerve that I had and making my body crave more. My fingers curled into the blankets, pulling as my hips rolled up to meet his face. His hands grabbed my hips, fingertips curling into my sides and keeping me pinned down. I let out an unsatisfied whimper, wanting more than this from him.

“Ah, ah,” he hummed and that alone made me climax.

“Finished already? Oh, mami, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet~”

Next thing I remember, he was hovering above me, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed into me. My vision was spotty, but I remember those beautiful green eyes of his, staring into my very core. I could feel the alcohol blurring the lines of reality. I just felt so good. This was the high I was chasing, the feeling I wanted, even when I wanted to feel nothing. My fingers were curled into his back, my fingernails making half moon shapes as I dug in. The moans leaving my lips sounding so distant. My stomach felt warm and was doing flips. This was what I deserved. His grunts and moans into my ear sent my mind into a tizzy. 

“Yeah, just like that. So beautiful~” with that, he kissed my lips and we climaxed about the same time. 

Erick collapsed beside me and panted, disposing of the condom that I hadn’t seen him put on. Thankfully, he had the right mind to put one on. I was on the pill, but I was still thankful he even considered putting one on. As his arms wrapped around me, placing a kiss to my temple, I could feel my worries melting away. Even if this was one night, I drank enough champagne to numb the pain I was feeling. Thoughts about my ex seemed to disappear as I curled into his warmth, chasing that high that I just felt. I felt more alive than ever now.

[sabraeal]

Les Liaisons Juridique

A shirakiki fic in honor of @krispy-kream’s birthday, inspired what is probably her own failure to realize she was on a date YOU WERE ON A DATE SHARON

Shirayuki is getting this job.

“You’re getting this job,” Dr. Weise -- Shidan, he corrected her earlier with a smile, Doctor Weise was my father -- tells her, sitting back in a leather office chair that must have been paid for out of his grant money. “You’re more qualified than any other candidate; you shower, thank god; and Garrack called me up to personally call me a -- how did she put it? Fuckwad if I let you pass me by.

“And let me tell you, Doctor Roos.” He leans forward with a conspiratorial smile. “I am not a fuckwad.”

“I...wouldn’t imagine you were, sir,” she manages faintly, more than a little light headed. She’s been worrying around this interview for a month, and just -- she has it. She’s...going to be a post-doc.

Shidan’s smile widens into a grin. “You see? Already doing better than half the idiots in this lab.”

But that’s only half of why she’s getting this job. The good half, because the other half --

“You’re getting this job,” her HR liaison -- Zen -- tells her as he pierces the seal on his juice. He says he’s her handler, which is a much more appealing title than the reality, which is babysitter. “I’ve been doing the processing for Shidan’s other candidates, and you’re really just top of the stack material. Real talent, you know?”

She does know; MIT doesn’t hand out PhDs for the asking. Still it’s a nice enough sentiment, and even if she’s starting to get the, ah, vibe that maybe Zen is getting a little more personally invested in her hire than is professional appropriate -- well, she’ll take it. Tenure track doesn’t grow on trees.

“Yo, Zen!” A collection of limbs folds itself into the plastic chair next to her handler, teeth broad and white in the bronze of his face. “Is this the interviewee?”

“Obi,” Zen remarks mildly. “I didn’t realize you’d be coming to lunch this early.”

“And we didn’t realize that you would be taking your handler duties so strictly,” another voice wryly observes. Its owner followers, and --

And Shirayuki doesn’t really keep up with celebrity gossip, doesn’t really look at the covers of magazines unless one of the tag lines boasts something like 10 SPF 80 Sunblocks That Really Work! so she doesn’t really know anything about models, but --

But she’s pretty sure that they aren’t supposed to work in academic labs, even if those labs are in California.

“Kiki,” Zen says, voice only mildly filled with dread. “You’re here too.”

“I am, willingly or not.” Her ice blue eyes shoot him a look that would freeze most men on the spot. “We thought you’d be eating alone. Though I’m glad to see you’re enjoying the...perks of your position.”

Zen flushes red from collar to hairline, and Shirayuki feels a pang of sympathy. It’s not easy having a crush with pale skin. “Prospective employees have a fully paid lunch scheduled into their day --”

“You know, you never personally showed me how the voucher system works,” Obi complains, eyelashes fluttering. They’re long for a man. They’d make him pretty, if he didn’t have a shiny scar right over his eyebrow. “Should I be hurt? I think I should be.”

Zen murmurs something, and over the din of the cafeteria Shiryuki can’t quite make it out, but it sounds like, I think you should shut up. But that doesn’t sound very Human Relations-y to her.

“You know, I’m pretty too,” Obi forges on, grin getting sharper with every word. “Aren’t I, Kiki?”

Kiki spears a cucumber in her salad. “No.”

“Striking.”

It takes her a full minute, and all of them staring, to realize it was her that spoke.

“I mean, you’re more striking than -- than pretty.” She swallows, eyes darting towards the other woman at the table. “And Kiki is...”

Words fail her. Beautiful is something you say when you look at a sunset, or someone’s kid in a prom dress; Kiki is --

“Sublime.” Oh god, who let her mouth do word things. She was certainly not telling it to do them!

Kiki’s mouth ticks up at the corner. “Well, that certainly is a new one.”

“Oh, I like her,” Obi says. “I’m gonna tell Shidan we’ve got to hire you.”

Shirayuki, of course, promptly forgets about all that. Hiring takes months, and between applications, interviews, and straining to make ends meet -- she is never going to quit on the spot like that again, she can tell you that much -- she forgets the specifics, just remembers when she gets the call that, yes she liked this place very much.

Yes, she would very much like to be hired.

It’s a decision she only half regrets later, when she turns a corner at the end of her first week, and runs straight into Zen.

“I told you you’d get hired,” he says, teeth Crest ad bright. “And here you are!”

She bites down on the fact that she knew it too, that Shidan told her straight out that she’d get the job and that his request just had to chug through HR’s red tape. It seems like a defensive thing to say, especially to a guy who works in HR, and especially to a guy that probably filed most of the paperwork.

“Ha ha, yeah,” she goes with instead, so smooth. Guys like Zen always intimidate her; that whole combo of handsome and confident is just...overwhelming. “Here I am.”

He leans against the wall, all casual-like, and her heart kicks up in her chest. Oh no. He’s going to do that thing. That thing handsome and confident guys do.

“We should go out sometime,” he says, oblivious to the copious sweating she is doing. “You know, for coffee. To celebrate --”

“Sorry!” she yelps, too loud for this size of corridor. “I like girls!”

She completes this stunning feat of social prowess by bolting down the hall like there’s fire on her heels and doesn’t stop until she’s half a building away. Which is the exact opposite way she should be, if she wants to be at the vending machine that sells cinnamon buns for ten cents cheaper.

Wow, this whole acting like a normal person thing -- really starting off strong. Go team.

“Hey.”

Shirayuki’s chin snaps up as she hurries into her bay, feeling like everyone knows what just happened, even though it’s impossible; rumor works fast but it can’t possibly be that fast. Obi’s there waiting, all tense with some tortured expression on his face, and for a long minute she worries what sort of bad news could have him this knotted up, whether he’s about to tell he’s moving bays -- which would be terrible, since having him as a bay-mate was one of the best surprises this week --

“You’re gay?”

Oh, nope, this is worse. Way worse.

She draws herself up, still only coming to his chin, and says, “Ye--”

“Oh, awesome.” His whole face lights up, and he presses a hand to his chest. “I’m bi! Or well, pan? I really don’t know what the difference is, to be completely fucking honest. Probably pan.”

“Oh my god.” All the wind goes out of her, and she gets that light-headed feeling, like she might pass out, only like, from relief. “Me too!”

He cocks his head, like a curious bird. “You too?”

“I’m bi,” she says. “Or -- well I don’t think I’m pan? From what I understand? I don’t know.” She hesitates. “I maybe I need to brush up on the literature.”

“Let’s just call it part of the bisexual experience.” he laughs. “But wait, I thought you told Zen you were into girls?”

“Ohhh.” Right, this would be the, uh, sticky part. Obi and Zen are friends; close enough that in the fifteen minutes it took her to take a walk around the building and mentally scream, Obi had managed to get a blow-by-blow of their two minute conversation. “I...um...”

“No judgement here,” he assures her. “He’s my friend, but like, I get it. If he asks me, I will say you are full on into the ladies.”

“I...” She doesn’t really know how to handle that sort of thing, the whole...loyalty deal. She’s never really had anyone like that. “I’m just like, um...a Kinsey Scale five, honestly.”

Obi blinks. “I feel like this is a terrible thing to admit, but I know shit about, you know, the academic gayness.” He grimaces. “I hope that doesn’t lower your opinion of my academic or gay credentials.”

That surprises a laugh out of her. “No, it’s fine, I just -- labels helped when I was trying to tell my grandparents. Just being able to quantify on a scale was easier than trying to, you know, explain everything.”

“I feel it.” He twists back to his computer, typing with his loud hunt-and-peck style.

“It’s when --”

“No, no!” He holds up a hand over his shoulder. “I’m googling it. I’m educating myself.” He squints at the screen. “Only incidentally heterosexual, huh?”

It feels like a lot to get into to, trying to explain how incidental a lot of her attraction feels, that it took her a lot of googling and staring up at the ceiling to even get her a number, so she just says, “Yeah.”

His mouth peels back in a grin. “And Zen wasn’t the incident.”

She wants to glare, but -- god, she needs to remember that. “No,” she manages around a giggle. “Boys are okay, but you know...girls.”

He laughs, settling back into his chair with a groan. “You make an excellent point.”

It’s hard to shake the feeling, at first, that the other shoe is about to drop, that just like last time her dream job is going to be wrenched out of her hands by some...some idiot with a trust fund, but --

But two days after her disastrous I like girls word vomit, Obi mentions they need to gay up this place. She thinks he’s joking, up until he sends her links to etsy shops that sell desk tchotchkes with the bi pride flag on them, asking her whether they’re going for understated or opulent.

“You don’t think people will get weird?” Everyone here has been nice, but everyone at her old work was nice too, right up until it became inconvenient.

“Kazaha works here,” he tells her, “people are already weird.”

“No, I just mean...” There’s no good way to say, do you think we’ll get fired. “People, could, um...”

“I’ll punch ‘em,” Yuzuri’s disembodied voice offers through the bench. Shirayuki can see her just on the other side, a blur of blonde and neon. “If anyone gives you any trouble, you let me know, and I’ll go straight to Shidan and raise hell about it.”

For a minute, her chest gets tight, and it’s -- it’s nice to know that someone has her back, but there’s a part of her that wants to say, but I don’t want to need your help. She doesn’t want there to be a problem in the first place, doesn’t want to have someone have to speak up for her because of who she is --

But she’s grateful too. That someone would. It’s a...weird feeling, being angry and touched all at the same time.

Yuzuri stomps around the end of the bench, fists sitting high on her hips. “If Suzu can keep his dolls around, there’s no reason anyone should give you trouble for flags or whatever.”

“Uh, first off, they are collectable figurines,” Suzu says following after her, like always. “And second, Cardcaptor Sakura is an institution.”

“They’re dolls,” Yuzuri tells him. “Cute dolls, but still dolls. Also, not really the point.”

“Oh, right.” Suzu distinctly grims up. “It’s your bay, decorate it however you want. We’ll all back you up. You can put up porn for all I --”

“Please don’t put up porn,” Ryuu says, the loudest she’s ever heard him.

This is, of course, the worst time for Shidan to walk in. “Who is putting up porn?”

Shirayuki drops her head to her desk. Well this will certainly be a new thing to get fired for.

Shirayuki’s been at the lab two months and one very excruciating discussion about workplace pornography (re: not even once), when Shidan catches her in the hall, looking sheepish. She nearly bolts right then -- the last time he looked like that, she suddenly found herself as the new lab safety officer, and she does not need to interface with Mihaya from EHS ever again, thank you -- but he says, “I need to ask you a favor, for Ryuu.”

This is dirty pool and there’s no way Shidan doesn’t know it, giving her that look. Ryuu may have his PhD, but he’s just a baby; she’s not precisely sure how old, but considering how he keeps forgetting he’s old enough to come to happy hour, she’s guessing not very.

“You know that the university is very excited about his new paper --?”

Of course, everyone in the department does. He’s -- well, he’s no where near having to worry about thirty, and his first paper as a post-doc is getting published in Nature. It’s been all anyone can talk about for the past two weeks.

“Well, they want a press release,” he explains, looking guiltier by the second. “And we don’t really have a...PR department, per se, so we have to write them ourselves...”

Shirayuki sees the writing on the wall. “And you want me to write it.”

Shidan deflates in relief. “Yes.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” Not for real, at least. She’d had to practice writing a fake one, way back for her undergrad writing course, but -- something that actual people with journalism degrees would see? Never. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“That’s fine.” Shidan waves a hand, as if her protests are nothing more than technicalities. “Legal’s got someone who did PR. They send her around whenever one of us has to write up a brief. I told her she could wait by your bench.”

“She’s here now?” Shirayuki blinks. “You want me to do this now? I have --”

“Just to get the ball rolling!” he promises. “It won’t take more than a couple of minutes.” He gives her a knowing look. “It’s for Ryuu, after all.”

She lets out a soft sigh. “All right. I can -- I can take a few minutes.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Shirayuki starts, swinging around the corner of her bay, restraining herself from adding, but Shidan didn’t tell me I should be expecting you. “I was just --”

Her eyes catch on the impeccably tailored suit, the sharply pulled back ponytail, the whole towering blonde in heels thing --

It’s Kiki. Here. In her bay.

And Obi’s nowhere in sight.

“Hnn.” She shakes herself. “I mean, sorry, I don’t think Obi’s here -- maybe he’s already in the cafeteria? -- I just thought you were -- Shidan told me --”

Her mouth quirks at the corner, and it’s -- it’s a lot. “I’m not here for Obi.“

“N-no?” Shirayuki grips at her bench. It’s the only way to keep her legs from wobbling.

“No.” Her teeth flash, perfect and white, between her lips. “I’m here for you.”

Pretty girls like Kiki really shouldn’t say things like that to her, her heart can’t really take it.

Kiki taps something in her pen holder. “I like your flag, by the way.”

She nearly asks what flag? when it occurs to her -- her bi flag, the one Obi had shoved in next to all her ballpoints as he’d waved his own, pink, yellow and blue, saying well, it’s more impressive if they’re different.

“Oh!” she shrills, suddenly very aware of how very...colorful her whole desk is. “Thank you! But...you....um....have something...that I...uh....?”

“Didn’t Shidan tell you?” Kiki smiles. “I’m your liaison from legal.”

“Did she say she liked my flag too?” Obi asks, much later, concerned.

“I don’t -- no?” She blinks. “That’s what you took away from this conversation?”

“I’m just saying!” he gestures toward his desk. “The pan flag is nice too! If she likes one, she should like the other!”

“Okay.” She pats his arm. “I’m going tell you this story again, but I’m gonna need you to focus.”

“But --!”

“Focus.”

It becomes a -- a thing.

“Shirayuki,” Shidan calls out from his office as she passes. “Kazaha is having something printed up in Science. Do you think you could liaise with Legal --?”

“Hey, Shirayuki.” Yuzuri waves her over in the cafeteria. “This newspaper wants a quote, do you think you could run this by Legal --?”

“Yo, Red,” Obi leans back in his chair as she trudges in from the imaging room. “Ryuu says he’s confused by the wording on some of that press release. Do you think you could look over these edits and then send the new one --”

“Onto Legal?” she asks wearily. “Yeah, I can handle that.”

“Rough day?” he asks. “I’d thought you’d be excited. You and Kiki are buddies now, right?”

“Yeah, it’s just...” She shrugs. “I just have my own work.”

“Oh, I see.” He waggles his eyebrows. “You want to be passing your own press releases past Legal.”

Heat bursts across her cheeks. “I mean, yes! I’d like to be promoting my own research.”

Obi’s mouth splits into a grin she does not like, not one bit. “You mean, you want to be showing Kiki how smart you are, and not everyone else.”

He -- how? -- that’s not -- “That doesn’t have anything to do with --”

“Shirayuki!”

“Kiki!” She jolts up, chair rolling back into the shelves beside her desk. She winces, but Kiki only smiles.

“Obi, is that a new sticker?” She nods her head toward his laptop, where a round, pink sticker reads STEMINIST. It sit next to another, more worn one that reads I’m going to have to SCIENCE THE SHIT out of this.

“Oh, yeah!” He grins, flipping down the cover so she can see it better. “I saw it on twitter and was like, that is mine, you know?”

She rubs a finger over the word and grins. “I like it.”

“I’ll send you the link.”

“Would you?”

“Definitely.” He swings it open, already typing. “They have it in blue too, but like, what’s the point, you know? Pink all the way.”

“Right.” She turns her attention over to Shirayuki, and her mouth softens into a smile. “Did you get your hair cut, Shirayuki?”

“J-just a trim!” she squeaks, curling a strand around her finger. “It was starting to get in the way --”

“She almost lit it up on a Bunsen burner,” Obi translates helpfully, the traitor.

“It was starting to get in the way,” she starts again, darting a glare in his direction, “and so I either had to, you know, commit to growing it out, or get it cut, so...”

There’s a tug on her hair, right by her ear -- a brush really -- and -- and--

Kiki is touching her.

“It’s cute,” she says, with a tilt of her head. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” Shirayuki manages, in a range that only dogs can hear.

“I was just stopping by about the press release.” Kiki leans a hip against her bench, a long fingered hand wrapping around her waist. “Ryuu sent me the changes he requested --”

“He did? I thought...” Shirayuki darts a glance at Obi, who looks equally surprised. “Never mind.”

“I’m having a hard time understanding what he’s trying to say, I was hoping you could explain it to me.”

“Oh sure --”

“Maybe over lunch tomorrow?” Kiki raises her eyebrows expectantly. “I’ll swing by around twleve.”

“Obi. Obi!” she hisses, whacking at his arm. “Did you see that?”

“I did,” Obi admits. “I’m not sure what I saw, but I was definitely here the whole time to see it.”

“She said my hair was cute!”

“I know, I was here.” He leans back in his chair. “Also, that was what you took away from that?”

“She touched it.”

“She also said my sticker was nice.” He smiles at his laptop. “I wonder if she’s going to get the blue or the pink one. I should tell her pink so we m --”

“Obi!” she shrills. “We are talking about my hair right now.”

He stares. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is about you.”

She nods. “Thank you.”

“You and your ginormous crush.”

Her jaw drops. “That’s...I’m not...we are...” She coughs. “We are professional colleagues.”

“Shirayuki, come on. You’re gay.” Obi sweeps a hand towards the door. “And Kiki looks like that.”

Shirayuki stares at him, stares at the door.

Flight is the only option. “I’m going to go get cookies from the vending machine.”

Obi’s smile is far too self-satisfied. “Cookies can’t drown out your gay panic.”

“I. Am. Getting. Cookies.”

He grins, calling out after her. “You’ll still be gay when you come back.”

“That’s not -- I’m not--” She huffs. “I just like cookies!”

Lunch is supposed to be a quiet table in the cafeteria with both of them picking over their salads; Shirayuki with a Caesar salad without the dressing but double the chicken and croutons, and Kiki with -- well, whatever she liked on her salad. She seems like maybe a baby corn and avocado person. Lemon poppy seed dressing? That seems...right. It’s supposed to be quick food and work between them, not --

Not the nice little diner down the way, made to look like it’s all down-home even though it’s right next to a Dick’s and a Starbucks in the center of a strip mall ten minutes down the road from their building. Shirayuki’s still looking for the salads when Kiki orders a Belgian waffle with fresh fruit, and with a sigh a relief she orders a set of “mouse-themed” pancakes.

“It’s just Mickey Mouse,” Kiki tells her, “but this way, no one gets tempted to sue.”

Shirayuki, for the first time in her life, is torn between telling her, I know about copyright law, and --and --

Just playing entirely dumb, if only so that Kiki would keep talking to her like this. Ever since they walked in, Kiki’s been -- well, animated, at least more than she usually is. She’s explained about four different features that are the result of class-action lawsuits, asked what she liked to eat before recommending at least two different dishes, and now, well --

“Do you want dessert?”

Shirayuki blinks up from her empty plate. “Dessert?”

“They have a display,” Kiki tells her, nodding towards the counter. “It rotates.”

“Oh!” She cranes her head over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse. “Just like a real diner.”

When she turns back, Kiki’s just...amused, one eyebrow arched in question. “Oh, is that what makes a real diner?”

“N-no!” She can feel her cheeks burning, and she wishes she wasn’t so -- so pale. “It’s just that, I, um, well...”

“Obi said you were from a small town,” Kiki tells her. “And you had opinions on diners.”

Namely that California didn’t have any real ones, yes. Though this place comes close, if it has a rotating display. “Are there pies?”

Kiki smiles. “The last time I checked. Do you want to go look?”

Shirayuki traipses up to the display, watching as key lime and lemon meringue spin around the top tier, with a half dozen choices of cakes and cheesecakes below it.

“Ohhh,” she murmurs, hand pressed to the glass. “These look so good.”

“Let’s get one,” Kiki says, leaning on the counter beside her. “We can split it.”

Shirayuki stares up at her, wide-eyed. “Really?”

“Yeah, pick what you like.”

She blinks. “But what if you don’t like it?”

Kiki smiles warmly. “I’m sure I’ll like whatever you pick, Shirayuki.”

“O-okay!” She peers at the display, trying to figure out which pie has the most meringue. “I think I’ll pick --”

To this day, she’s not quite sure how it happens. She reaches out a hand, gently slides the door --

And the glass shatters, sprinkling shards onto the floor, onto her shoes, and worst of all, right onto the perfect slice of lemon meringue pie.

“You are a disaster,” Obi laughs, voice muffled through his hands. “You broke a glass door?”

“The owner said it wasn’t my fault!” she protests. “The glass on those doors is just -- just faulty!”

“Uh-huh,” Obi hums, unconvinced.

“It’s true!” she insists. “And Kiki even gave me her number, in case something happens!”

“Wait, roll that back,” Yuzuri says through the shelving. Shirayuki hears the patter of Yuzuri’s flats before she pokes around the corner. “She gave you her number? Are you sure this was a business lunch?”

Shirayuki blinks. “What else would it have been?”

Yuzuri stares at her. “A date?”

“W-what?” Shirayuki can feel her face going red, can feel the heat practically searing her freckles. “N-no, that’s not -- not --”

“She asked you to lunch outside. She tried to impress you with her legal know-how.” Yuzuri ticks the points off on her fingers, expression showing her dry annoyance. “She gave you her personal phone number. Did she pay for lunch too?”

“Only because --” Shirayuki hesitates. “Obi, is Kiki straight?”

He stares back at her, equally lost. “She had a boyfriend.”

Shirayuki waves her hands, as if to say see?

Yuzuri remains unimpressed. “You’re both bi!”

“Well,” Obi hedges. “Actually, I think I’m more p...”

She looks at him. He looks at her.

“Oh my god, she could like both,” he says.

“Oh my god,” she agrees, feeling the blood drained from her face. Kiki may not have been asking her out to business lunch but -- but --

Yuzuri throws up her hands. “Did you both forget bi people exist? Is that a thing that just happened?”

“I mean,” Obi coughs, pink riding high on his cheekbones. “It’s not, you know, a common thing --”

She lets out a huff, annoyed. “There’s two of you in this lab alone! We only have twenty people!”

He shrugs. “Statistical anomaly.”

“I...” Shirayuki turns back to her desk. “I think I have to -- email?”

“Text?” Obi offers.

“Text! Yes.” Shirayuki nods. “Text. I must -- text --”

Hi. It’s Shirayuki. You gave me your number.

Yes, I remember :) Is there something I can do for you?

I just wanted to thank you for lunch. And I’m sorry about breaking the glass. And stuff.

Don’t worry about it It was cute

GREAT. Sorry, I accidentally put capslock on. Also I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner. As a date. Officially.

I’d love to ...but wasn’t today an official date?

[backofthebookshelf]

some vintage season two magnus archives theories

(this is 1000% self-indulgence, ignore me)

Dec. 11, 2016 - I will bet you anything that [Jonathan (we always called him Jonathan back then)] had a serious run-in with a supernatural something early in life, and he’s…avoiding becoming the vampire-hunter guy, but only because he’s squeamish.

Dec. 16, 2016 - if grbookworm1818 is not someone at the Institute then nothing means anything / What do we think: Did Gerard kill his mother, or was she turning herself into a book and he just cleaned up the mess?

Dec. 29, 2016 - I kind of wonder if our antiquarian friend has any relationship to the guy in Amsterdam with the coffin. It can’t have been the same person, obviously - if nothing else it’s strongly implied that whatever was in the coffin ate that guy - but for some reason I keep expecting that story to come back, and not just Breekon & Hope.

Jan. 9, 2017 - Can we think of The Archivist as a title with meaning?  I know Rusty Quill uses it to refer to Jonathan Sims the character since the writer decided to use his own name.  But does it have in universe meaning as well?(@fedorasandstuff)

Jan. 11, 2017 - But the real question is…Are the tunnels under the archives also Michael? [Can't get 'em all right.]

Jan. 12, 2017 - Also of concern: I’ve been assuming for a while that some of the factions in whatever supernatural chess game/cold war is going on were assuming that Jonathan as Archivist was roughly on a par with Gertrude as Archivist (actually, I’m pretty sure that some of them are not totally clear on the difference between one human and another, but it amounts to the same thing), and Jonathan has basically just admitted to Michael that he has no fucking clue what’s going on, and if Gertrude meant to leave him anything, he didn’t get it. (Except possibly some kind of protection on the Archive itself, which may or may not be directly her influence.) And we still don’t know if Michael is part of a faction or what any of the faction’s goals might be, except that Michael thinks that “this place” has an interesting impact on things and it doesn’t want that to stop just yet. Basically Jonathan’s just lost a card he didn’t know he could have played, which is almost definitely not good. [At least we know Jon isn't trying to manipulate anyone, he couldn't if he tried.]

Jan. 12, 2017 - And I’m kind of screaming internally? I have a few more headcanons now, I suppose? But mainly, the lightless flame/closed eye cult, seems to have it out for anyone associated with the seeing eye (and also Gertrude Robinson). Considering that Johann von Württembergs tomb and book collection also had the seeing eye as a symbol, I wonder if the Magnus Institute is somehow connected to the seeing eye as well. I have no idea where I’m going with this, or if there is some connection, but yeah. (@flammenkobold) [There are literally two notes on this post, my like and my reblog]

Jan. 12, 2017 - But my strong suspicion is that most creatures in this universe, and Michael especially, are not one of a type, they’re their own thing. But I do think that we’ve seen more of Michael than is immediately obvious. (More to come as I progress through the re-listen, but abandoned houses are…definitely a thing.)

Jan. 12, 2017 - It would amuse me tremendously if the whole of the Magnus Institute boils down to a grant-generating machine for the Archives.

Jan. 13, 2017 - But Gertrude died literally THE DAY AFTER “Antonio Blake” came in to give his statement about his dream about her death…so who filed that statement? Was someone just cleaning up in preparation for the new Archivist and stuck it in a box? Or was someone else moving files around for some other reason after Gertrude’s death? [This one still hasn't been answered, wahey!]

Jan. 14, 2017 - I don’t think Gertrude was… arrogant enough, if that’s the word I want, to believe she’d live forever… unless there’s more going on with her than I’ve even begun to suspect.  But she may have had a beginning Archivist box ready.  (@fedorasandstuff)

Jan. 15, 2017 - [in response to a question about your favorite one-off character]: Julia Montauk. I love that she’s not in denial but she’s coping pretty well – both about her father being a serial killer and about the supernatural. She’s pretty sure there’s something fucked up going on above and beyond the serial murder, but she’s happy leaving it alone, thank you very much, she just wants to get it out of her head so that she can move on with her life. I hope she’s still doing well.

Jan. 16, 2017 - [notes on re-listening] I’m torn on whether the apparition Lensik sees in the house causes burning because Raymond Fielding died in a fire, or because it’s somehow connected to the what I’m referring to as the Fire Nation faction (see also: First Aid, Burnt Offering). / Honestly, Trevor is so damn cool that I’m willing to bet he never crops up again. / Is Jonathan being watched by the Beholders? (I’m becoming more convinced that the closed eye/open eye isn’t two different factions but two levels of the same faction: the bronze versus silver pendant would seem to support that.) / “I believe every word. I’ve seen what Leitner’s work can do.” Which, all things considered, is pretty strong stuff coming from Jonathan Sims. I wonder if it was a run-in with a Leitner that got him working for the Institute in the first place?

Jan. 17, 2017 - I was just thinking about the last episode and making myself sad because John was ready to physically fight Michael over Helen doesn’t even KNOW Michael took Sasha (@regulusly) #shit is gonna go DOWN when he finds out

Jan. 18, 2017 - You know, I’m starting to think that I really like Gerard Keay.

Feb. 3, 2017 - Is Jonathan’s sarcasm his only defense against the creeping influence of The Archivist in his life?

Feb. 9, 2017 - new theory: everyone working at the Institute is a pod person. They hire potheads and dropouts and people with weird academic backgrounds and as soon as they get close to anything real they get replaced by beings from an alternate dimension, just like Not!Sasha. They missed Tim because he was out on medical leave after the attack; it’s just a matter of time now. Martin’s secret is that he’s been working there since 2002 and kind of knows everything and is not yet a pod person.

Feb. 15, 2017 - Although what do they both expect?  To find a tape where Gertrude says “No!  Elias, you Fiend!  You’ll never get away with it!” (@fedorasandstuff)

Mar. 1, 2017 - The new episode has me thinking again about the Observer - the presence in the Archives that Jonathan thinks has an opinion about what his opinion about statements is, also probably connected to the panopticon prison, the nurse who felt the thing watching her when Gerard Kaey was in the hospital, the open eye and/or the closed eye motif that keeps recurring, and whatever it was that caused Gertrude to cut the eyes out of pictures of people on her books. Specifically, it has me thinking about the observer effect - that sometimes things change when they’re seen. This is a major horror trope, although it’s not usually called out so directly: monsters that move only when you’re not looking at them, things that lose their power when they’re seen and named directly, things that can exist only in the darkness. (There’s a nice resonance with the Montorks for you.) Is there something Gertrude was doing that she didn’t want the Observer to know about, or that could only be done unseen? What is the Observer - is it a direct relic of the panopticon (it would make sense as a genius loci kind of like Michael) or was the panopticon built in response to it, or to summon it? Whose purposes does the Observer serve - is it allied with the Institute on the whole, or with any particular faction? Or is it like Michael in that it has its own purposes that everyone else has relatively little to do with? (That seems unlikely to me at this point; I think the Observer is one of the core story points of this season.) Is it watching for a reason, or does it watch simply so that things are seen and known? #the magnus archives #yep it's meta time #i'm becoming attached to the idea that the observer is there for the protection of the archivist #somehow

May 17, 2017 - As to the Archives and the structures it imposes…I’m starting to wonder if it isn’t just that the Archives won’t let them go, but if there is a specific set of roles that it needs filled. We know Gertrude didn’t have assistants, and I’m starting to suspect that that was intentional on her part. But what if the Archives doesn’t just latch onto people and refuse to let go of them? What if it needs there to be a skeptic, and a caretaker, and the paranoid one, and - is not!Sasha part of the Archives’ structure, or is she a disruption of it? I feel like finding out more about where not!Sasha comes from and what her goals might be will be a key turning point in our understanding of this whole mess.

June 15, 2017 - Theory for the finale: Jonathan goes down into the tunnels, gets himself in hopelessly over his head, Tim and Martin come to the rescue, not!Sasha is revealed

June 28, 2017 - I’m starting to wonder if the real division in the supernatural ecosystem isn’t between things that use humans as vehicles and things that don’t? [Hey, uh, are there Powers that don't have human Avatars? This might still be a thing.]

June 29, 2017 - I do like the idea that there are people who basically cannot be fucked with, but then - why go to the Archives? She isn’t interested in a followup, she isn’t trying to process anything, she’s just sharing data. That screams pod person to me: something is trying to get Jonathan’s attention.

[miep-knipperdolling]

“Reporter learns why Kemper is regarded as ‘real nice guy’”

(September 21, 1973)

Now that I have met "Big Ed" Kemper, I can finally understand how he got his reputation for being a very personable young man, despite the fact he is the admitted killer of 10 persons, including his own mother.

For the first time since his arrest in April, Kemper today discarded his reluctance to talk to a reporter, and chatted with me for about 10 minutes at the courthouse in Santa Cruz.

Previously, as have a number of reporters covering the Kemper murder case, I had sought to interview him, but had been turned down, along with everyone else.

This morning's conversation came about by chance while Kemper was awaiting the arrival of his lawyer Jim Jackson for an interview relating to preparation for his trial, which is set to begin October 15.

Kemper had just been escorted through the law library into a vacant Jury room by his guard, sheriff's deputy Bruce Colomy. Kemper was wearing leg chains and handcuffs on his wrist attached to a restraining chain around his waist, usual maximum security attire for prisoners like him.

I walked by the doorway, unseen by Kemper, and paused to say hello to Colomy, who was standing in the doorway, when Kemper came to the door.

While Colomy is always alert to his responsibilities for guarding his prisoner, it is obvious that he, like many another a law officer involved in the case, has established a friendly rapport with the young men who is six feet, nine inches tall and weighs 270 pounds.

As one officer recently said to me, "He is such a nice guy, I constantly have to remind myself of who he is and what he's done." Colony, probably out of a feeling of fairness toward Kemper, immediately made him aware of who I was.

"This is Marj Von B from the Register-Pajaronian, Ed," he said. "Do you want to give her a private interview?" he jested.

Kemper smiled and nodded his head toward me, saying, "Hi." Not wishing to get into the details which will have their day in court, I decided to keep our conversation in a lighter and more impersonal vein. "How's it going," I asked. Kemper looked down at his handcuffs and, twisting his wrists around in them, he laughed and said, "My lawyer says I'm not crazy enough."

Kemper has pleaded not guilty to eight first-degree murder counts, but Jackson has reserved the right to enter an additional plea of not guilty by reason of insanity. A number of psychiatrists reportedly had been called in by the defense to examine Kemper to determine the feasibility of entering such a plea.

Kemper just last fall was determined to be sane by two Madera County psychiatrists when the young man successfully sought to have his juvenile record expunged. At the age of 15 he murdered his paternal grandparents and subsequently spent five years in Atascadero state hospital for the criminally insane.

Despite Kemper's facetious remark there apparently has been no decision by Jackson on the additional plea, which was the basis for the defense in the other recent mass murder case involving Herbert W. Mullin. Although Mullin's jury found that he was sane, this is an opinion not shared by Kemper.

"If you've been confined as closely to him as I have," Kemper said of his former fellow inmate at San Mateo County jail, "then you've got to know he's crazy." Kemper continued, "And I don't mean just once in a while, like, man, I mean 24 hours a day." "You don't think it's really a put on?" I asked him. "No," Kemper said, "in my time at Atascadero I've seen a lot of 'em ('crazy' people), and he's one of them."

One of the things that admittedly has made the sanity issue difficult in Kemper's case is the fact that he is able to "psych out the shrinks" because of his familiarity with psychiatry. During his stint in Atascadero he acted as a technician, giving inmates some psychiatric tests.

The image of Kemper as a boyish prankster came through this morning when he looked over my head and saw Jackson's private investigator, Harold Cartwright, approaching. "Quick," Kemper said to me, "start writing so he'll think I'm giving you a full-fledged interview." Then he added with a mischievous smile, "Maybe we ought to call a full-scale press conference and get all the reporters here."

As I walked away, I couldn't help but remember a story' told me by Sgt. Don Smythe, one of the three sheriff's detectives who confiscated Kemper's pistol, just a few weeks before his arrest. At that time, Kemper had already murdered six coeds, but he was not yet a suspect.

After his arrest, Kemper told Smythe how close he and his two fellow officers had come to death that day. Smythe told me when he and the others arrived at the Kemper apartment in Seacliff to talk to Kemper and take the gun, because of his previous murder record, there was no one at home. Just as the officers were starting to leave, Kemper drove up.

When Smythe told him why they were there, Kemper reportedly said he felt he had a legal right to the gun because his record had been sealed, but that he wanted nothing to interfere with his efforts to reestablish his life; so he would willingly surrender the weapon to them.

Smythe said Kemper said, "It's in the house, get it for you." He turned and started to walk up the walkway to the front door of the apartment, and Smythe said, "It's instinctive with me when I am dealing with a suspect in any sort of case not to let him out of my sight; so I turned and walked after him." Smythe said that, "Just as Kemper started up the steps, he realized that I was accompanying him and turned and said, 'Oh, I forgot, it's in the trunk of my car."

Kemper returned to the car, got the gun, and gave it to Smythe. "Later he told me," Smythe said, after his arrest, "that he had intended to get a shotgun which was in his bedroom closet and kill as all. "He thought we were really after him as a suspect in the coed killings, and that it was all over," Smythe said.

"The only reason he changed his mind at the last moment, he told me, "Smythe said, "was that he realized I was going into the house with him and he would never get the shotgun into position in time because I was armed with a handgun," I remembered Smythe's comment about Kemper, "He's such a nice guy when you're with him, you just have to keep reminding yourself that he's killed 10 people."

[drawacharge]

Hi!!! What's your opinion on Steve and Billy's relationship with the group and how the group would react to Steve and Billy being together?

oh man, ok, this will probably be long so.... strap in. also this will be assumed like after billy get his shit together and becomes like, apart of the group in some ways. 

( dustin ) i mean, we basically know steve and dustin’s relationship ( and i really hope the duffers expand on it in season 3 ). steve is like the big brother dustin’s never had but has probably lowkey always wanted. as a only child i can tell you, as kids we spend a lot of time day dreaming about what it’d be like to have siblings, and i bet dustin did that and now he has one. and even though he can be a total nuisance sometimes, steve would die for him. 

look, dustin’s annoying, we can all admit that. he’s loud and opinionated and a fucking tween and that is just... billy’s worst nightmare. however. i also think billy is a secret nerd, just the kind that doesn’t go around advertising it like the party does. so. seeing as billy is also very opinionated, i feel like he and dustin’s relationship would be a lot of bickering about comic and movie facts and theories. 

also dustin would 100% give billy the “if you hurt him i’ll hurt you” talk,  which would just endlessly amuse him.

( mike ) mike is... mike. he likes steve, he does not like billy. it takes him a while to like billy even a little imo. to be fair, billy is probably the meanest to mike so i don’t blame him. also,  mike is super protective of his friends. billy terrorized his friends. therefore billy is on his permanent shit list. i think mike holds grudges and for a while ( lmao same tho ). i think the only hope he’d have of warming up to billy would be will’s influence. and speaking of.

( will ) will is gay and the duffers can fight me. he is gay, and billy is gay, and when will realizes this ( whether he catches him and steve sharing a kiss on the byers’ front porch or what ) there’s this kinship that forms almost immediately. will has probably never met another gay person, after all, and he has questions and fears. questions and fears billy probably answers because shit, how can he not? how can he deny this kid when it was the exact thing he needed and didn’t get at his age? 

i’ve always imagined a talk going down between them maybe at some get-together at the byers’ that billy ( somewhat reluctantly ) attends. maybe will saw him and steve kissing a week or so prior and has been working up the courage to ask billy about it. billy, of course, is totally taken aback by it, and maybe gets defensive. up until he sees will like curl in on himself and almost shut down and thinks shit, because it all kind of clicks into place. 

after that they’re pretty close. billy would threaten anyone who tries to fuck with will. as for steve and will i think they’re chill. i think steve-- and everyone in the group, really-- are all a bit more protective over will than usual just because of everything he’s been through. plus he’s nice and quiet, what’s not to like about him? 

steve could do without those big knowing eyes that stare at him though. 

( eleven ) speaking of knowing eyes :/ el looks at you like she can read your soul, okay. it creeps steve out. he likes her, but she creeps him out a little. it creeps billy out a little too, but then he sees eleven throw something across the room and thinks fuck yeah. and el thinks billy is pretty cool. he has the earring, the style, the music. it kind of reminds her of her sister and her friends. she’d be weary of him at first, because she’s protective of her friends, but i also think el like... reads people really well and there’s some things about billy she’d just get. especially when she finds out about his father. el, billy, and will kind of become the “hey, we’re gay and have shitty dads” club. oh yeah, el’s gay af, fight me. 

( lucas ) lucas and steve have a good relationship. he’s the more realistic of the kids, the more rational one, and boy does steve appreciate that. he is, however, also very protective of lucas, and very aware of how some people in the town treat him. and then there’s billy.

billy’s relationship w/ lucas is.... rough. starts off rough, and even after billy apologizes lucas is weary. he’s a black kid growing up in the 80s, ya’ll. his parents have warned him about people like billy. even lucas’ own friends commit small microaggressions ( like mike assuming he’d be the black ghostbuster ). it’d take a while but.

i always felt like it’d only be a matter of time before neil found out about max and lucas. and i think when neil finds out, he would not only try to put hands on lucas, but max too. and billy’s an asshole, you know? and maybe, before steve and the others, he bought into his father’s prejudices a little too much. but things have changed, and he’s grown up some, and he’ll be damned if his father touches a hair on max’s or lucas’ heads. 

after an altercation like that, lucas would slowly warm up to him. plus, like with will influencing mike, he’d have max influencing him. max who like, despite all her and billy’s shit, has this protectiveness towards her step-brother.

( max ) max thinks steve is a fucking weirdo. she likes him, sure. but he’s a total dork who tries way too hard to be cool and she has no idea how any of the girls in hawkins ever fell for it. she also totally gives him the “hurt billy and i’ll hurt you” talk, but she also gives billy that talk about steve, so. yeah. he’s alright in her book. he took her brother on by himself for her and the others, after all. that earns respect. 

we all know max and billy have a complicated relationship. i think they got along better in california. i think he was a dick, but the kind of dick that somehow managed to endear himself to you anyway. he probably taught her to surf, took her out for food, ice cream, and movies. then they kind of lost that when they moved.

the now would be about getting back to that. finding that understanding in one another again. it would start with him apologizing, with him backing off ( some ) and kind like... respecting her for almost taking a bat to his balls and drugging him. that takes... well, some balls lmao, and billy would respect that shit. 

their relationship is them bickering, though, that’s something to understand. max and billy getting along isn’t jonathan and will getting along. it’s bickering, and calling each other names. but its also billy letting max have the remote when they watch tv, or billy taking max to get ice cream when neil and susan fight. or max sneaking billy dinner after neil banishes him to his room, maybe even offering to help him with patching up after particularly nasty incidences. or, more often, billy threatening anyone with in an inch of their life if they ever hurt her. ( sorry, lucas ). 

also, i hc that max eventually realizes she’s bisexual and that’s just another string that connects them. 

( jonathan ) jonathan is... fine. steve hates him sometimes, tries to, but its hard. and then he doesn’t hate him anymore, because he’s moved on and, honestly? he’s just happy jonathan treats nancy well.

billy thinks jonathan’s weird. he also doesn’t understand why nancy would drop steve fucking harrington for him either, but whatever. what’s her loss is his gain. 

( nancy ) lmao billy hates nancy, at least at first. i don’t think they ever become best friends, but they’re eventually amicable, giving each other advice on homework etc. before that, though, billy hates her guts. he thinks she’s a priss and that she’s an idiot for leaving steve. he also gets jealous because it takes him a fucking long ass time to get it through his big, dumb head that steve loves him, not her, and every time he sees them together before that his chest aches and his blood boils. 

we all know how steve feels about nancy. i think, eventually, they become best friends, which is healthier for them anyway. 

( joyce ) she loves them both :/ like everyone, she’s weary of billy at first, but, c’mon guys, she’s a mom. she’s the mommiest mom to ever mom. she finds out billy’s being abused, or suspects it, and it takes everything in her power not to just lock him in her house where he’s safe. she offers him extra food when he’s over and look. billy has a thing about moms ( no, not that thing ). he thinks all moms deserve respect ( susan to some degree, but only because she replaced his mom so he’s biased in that regard ). he offers to help with dishes, always says “yes ma’am” and “no ma’am” and joyce just eats it up. 

steve is similar if not the same. there’s never been a parent he hasn’t charmed. plus, he willingly totes her son around without payment ( despite her offering ) so she adores him. as far as joyce is concerned she has four ( 4 ) sons. 

when she finds out they’re dating, she reminds them that if they ever need a place to stay, her door is always open for them. 

( hopper ) i mean :/ hopper is a cop, how do you think billy feels about cops? not great. he doesn’t trust ‘em, doesn’t like ‘em, and the feeling is usually mutual. and it is here at first too, but damn is it hard for hopper to ignore the signs of child abuse. he even tries to approach billy about it, but he can’t do shit to neil without proof and up until neil goes after max billy just refuses to admit to anything. 

plus, jane loves billy and she’s so convincing :/ in the end, hopper is protective of all these kids, he’s just grumpy about it. 

also, he likes steve. or, more accurately, he likes who steve is becoming. remember, before billy, steve was probably the closest hawkins got to a troublemaker. how many times had hopper probably knocked on the widow of the BMW at lover’s lake and told steve and his friend to scram? how many parties either thrown by steve or attended by steve has he raided? and now here steve harrington is, maturing, taking care of kids, becoming an adult. that’s the steve hopper likes. he even thinks, maybe, that kind of kid would one day make a good cop. 

[willowgust]

Why They Did It

(( Continued from What the Horde Scum Did, RPed with @commander-dawnstriker who played as Throrim.))

It was almost strange to learn what the interior of the Dalaran hospital looked like. Not too long ago, it teemed with intense doctors, crying guests, nurses whose frowns heralded news that could rip a soul apart, and a sea of cots and broken bodies. For the first time, Qaradoc noticed that some of the floor tiles had more red than the others.

The three young dwarves who'd told Qaradoc and Throrim about their mysterious saviors had already come and gone. They approached a nurse, who gestured them both to a square of white sheets dangling from the ceiling - save a gap wide enough to enter. With a slow hand, the gentlemanly monk dipped his hand to retrieve the golden pocket watch.

When he entered, his brows rose in surprise, the expression below them otherwise stoic. He didn't know what to expect when he laid eyes on the apparent 'heroes'. But it wasn't this.

The Forsaken priestess peered up at the visitors with intrigue, but confusion. She couldn't have died any younger than her early fifties. In place of eyes were tired embers resembling church candlelight, betraying a constant state of hurt worry. Her face was a piteous, guilt-reaping landscape of drooping crevices, her nose large and hooked. The appearance alone made Qaradoc feel as though he'd just slapped his own mother for giving him a teddy bear. And admittedly, something about this woman screamed 'strong-willed foundation of the family.' The meticulously styled dead grass she considered hair probably smelled like fake flowers. Resting over the blanket on her lap were yellowed claws jutting from her hands, and the skeletal balls of her elbows protruding from withered, green-hued flesh.

Beside her was a pandaren in his mid-30′s equivalent performing a miracle: not crushing the bed beneath him. Involuntarily the first words that entered Qaradoc's mind were 'giant wharf bum.' The fur coating his mountainous body was dull with wear, and the reeking fragrance of fish already invaded his senses. So scruffy was the shaman’s appearance that it was vaguely threatening, if not for the mellow smile greeting him. He had the demeanor of a low-key wallflower - a feat not easily accomplished by a tall man with such a blubbery pear-gut. Splaying out irregularly from his cheeks to his chin was a dark, haggard beard, hosting a braided goutee kinked with split ends. The shaggy mop over his head hadn't seen a brush in what looked to be... ever, and was ornamented with knotted leather and yarn fed through painted beads. Surrounded by dusky splotches, his beady eyes were the color of glaciers, his stare simple. 

The pause that weighed over them was long and awkward. Qaradoc’s trip to Dalaran was absorbed by mustering what to say once this moment arrived, but suddenly he'd forgotten the entirety of the Common language. 

 "...Can we help you?" the woman asked. A nasally sound, her arrestingly drawn-out voice seemed in a perpetual state of italics. It had an unusual lilt.

Finally Qaradoc found the nerve to clear his voice, standing with a properly stringent, cool-mannered posture. "Erm, yes," he said softly, presenting the watch. "I believe this is yours."

Throrim stood there confused, looking between Qaradoc and the two in bed. "Well fook me they weren't kiddin'! Fuckin' deader and a whale covered in fur saved those wee dwarven lives." Throrim laughed, slapping his knee.

Qaradoc glanced down at Throrim with mixed feelings hinting his features: subtle disapproval at his rudeness, but amusement. He wasn't wrong. 

The pandaren blinked, then pulled in his chin to stare at his belly, trying to find a resemblance to a seafaring mammal. 

"Oye, so this is what we get for--" she paused the nag-train and gazed at the two in shock. "Who are you?" 

"I am Master Qaradoc Taliesin, and this is Throrim Stoneframe. You saved the nieces and nephews of a lady I held very dear, and consider her family as my own." 

The priestess froze, allowing his implication to sink in. "...So she didn't make it?" 

"She did not." 

Her hair barely shifted when she shook her head. "Light and Shadow keep her." 

"I would be quite obliged if I also knew who you were." 

"...Chavivah," she answered finally. "Chavivah Benesh. This is Seo-yun," she gestured to the shaman, who nodded. 

Throrim took a steep bow from the waist, long beard and adornments clinking against the tiles. "Yer alright in my book. Ye saved the lives of those little dwarflings." He stood back up, still glancing curiously between the three.

Qaradoc wore a disquisitive expression similar to that of his companion, but stern. Wary. "I have but one question, Mrs. Benesh." 

"What's that, dear?" 

Dear. She blessed Pydilgri's memory, too. This gave the human some pause before he could brave the word. "Why?" 

"...Why?" Chavivah repeated, baffled at first. 

"Why did you save them?"

"'s a good question miss, Ya are Horde. And they're little dwarfs. Coulda just let 'em die, a few less Alliance to deal with. Can't say I woulda done the same." Throrim just scratched his beard thinking aloud.

Chavivah listened to Throrim's elaboration and gave a bitter scoff. Seo-yun released a heavy sigh through his nose. "The Horde..." she muttered. "For a time that name meant at least a bisel of something. You want to know why we did it, with the saving of dwarves? The same reason I'm tired of this petty Horde this, Alliance that.” Even in bed, her movements were eye-catching, yet frail. “That lady? I met her. She saved my son, and we locked eyes. The same eyes I had when I was alive, when all my children were alive. Always with the fighting and so many other mothers I could have locked eyes with. Hundreds. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. That is the truth of war. It's the nightmare that won’t let any mother sleep, or any family.” The pause was deafening. “...That is why we did it. For once we wanted to make a mother cry from happiness instead of loss."

"More power to ya miss, and I respect ya for it. Just sayin' I wouldn't be in the same mindset in the situation. I've been fightin' nearly as long as I've been alive." Throrim smiled, gave a small bow of respect to her.

Chavivah couldn't help but offer a small smile back. "Why should you want to continue, then? Nearly your whole life you've been fighting? Such a long time you dwarves live. I would be tired. I haven't fought so long and I am tired. Would I fight to protect my friends and family from an Alliance army, should they attack? Sure, in self-defense. But this faction war..." The glow of her eyes rolled in their sockets. "I'm done. This poor mensch," she gestured with a jerk of her head, "has hardly been involved compared with us and he's done." 

Seo-yun confirmed with a nod, the jaded knit of his forehead speaking for him. 

The astonishment churning inside Qaradoc was enough to tense his eyes. He swallowed and drew a breath with forced calm. "Blimey me, the Light actually touches them," he murmured. 

"The Light never left me, or my people," Chavivah answered firmly, knowing full well he wasn't expecting her to respond. 

"The Forsaken?" he asked, perplexed. 

"No, no. The Yibbrews. Many of us haven't abandoned our faith. It's helped us survive. Anyway." She held out her vulture-like hand to accept the watch, which Qaradoc placed with care (mostly to avoid her decaying palm). "Thank you for bringing back the watch. To my family it means a lot."

"Fightin' is what I'm good at Miss. I flew a gunship into the heart of Antorus only a few months ago. I get paid well for what I do. But I understand it's not for everyone. A little bit of peace wouldn't be terrible. Give me a chance to go explorin'." Throrim shrugged, perking his eyebrows at the mention of the Yibbrews of the north. "Thought you all died out."

"We did!" Chavivah almost laughed. "Well, the Lordaeron sect anyway. The orthodox tribe in southern Kalimdor is still living. Then many of us were risen again." 

She itched her claws at a weathered patch of skin on her forearm. "You sound brave. I bet you give your mother a cardiac arrest once a week." 

Qaradoc smirked. "Bloomin' likely." 

"Do you fight for fighting's sake, Mr. Stoneframe? Even with the Legion gone, in my opinion there are other things more worth fighting, if you really have to. But..." She gave a long, withered sighed, despite not having to breathe. "It seems tensions may be mounting again. Certainly I couldn't blame you for battling to defend." 

"So you don't consider yourself Horde? Either of you? What of you - surely you can speak for yourself?" he turned to Seo-yun. "Please, beg your pardon - haven't gotten a word in edge-wise." 

Seo-yun shrugged. He lifted his paw, palm facing down, and wiggled it in a so-so gesture. Then he shook his head. "Self-defense," was all he said. His voice was predictably deep and gravelly, though with a surprising warmth.

"And here I was thinkin’ ya were all wiped out," Throrim chuckled. "Hard as fook to kill aren't ye?" Then his head snapped towards Seo-yun. "BY MAGNI'S SPARKLING ASS THE BEAR CAN TALK?!" He chuckled, slapping his belly loudly.

Even Seo-yun's brief guffaw was scruffy-sounding. He got this reaction a lot. 

"You should be so lucky!" Chavivah exclaimed. "Months it took me to hear his voice! But oh, yes. Hard to kill, hard to please, and hard to walk away from without a full belly. Which I would be happy to do, if not these silly bandages. Oh that reminds me, in my purse hanging from the bed post are some sandwiches. Please, take as much as you like!" 

Qaradoc blinked several times, stunned by the unwarranted level of kindness. "Oh, gracious me. That's terribly kind of you Mrs. Benesh, but I'm quite fine," he declined, mostly out of politeness. 

Seo-yun suddenly winced, bracing himself. He knew exactly what was about to come. And here it goes. 

"What? You don't like my sandwiches?" 

"Oh no Mrs. Benesh, it's not that! It--" 

"After all the hours I slave injured in bed over a flimsy lunch table my sandwiches you don't like?" 

Overcome with insta-guilt embarrassment and the Gilnean urge to never be rude ever-ever-ever, Qaradoc almost stammered, but maintained a stiff lip. "Ah well-- perhaps a small bit for tea on the way back," he smiled reassuringly. A tentative hand slipped into her purse as he helped himself to a perfectly wrapped sandwich. 

"That is more like it. Such skin and bones!" The irony of her words wasn't lost on Qaradoc. "If my sandwich you eat maybe like me you won't look so much like!" She cast an expectant stare at Throrim, her motherly guilt-tripping machine aimed and loaded. 

Seo-yun just rolled his eyes.

Throrim simply shrugged, digging in and scarfing down a sandwich before putting another somewhere deep in his beard for later. Who knows where it went? "Many thanks lass, Good sammiches."

Chavivah beamed at Throrim as he gobbled it down, absolutely delighted that he reached for another to save for later. "Of course dear." She pointed a highly approving claw at Throrim, nodding at Qaradoc. "See that? There is a man who appreciates a good meal. Even with the heart attacks you must make your mother very happy," she nodded back at the dwarf. 

Qaradoc fidgeted with some discomfort. The annoyance on Seo-yun's face was so vibrant it was comical. Attempting to break some ice, Qaradoc lowered the sandwich into his satchel and spoke up again. "Well! This has been a surprising pleasure. And quite frankly... illuminating," he added sincerely. "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Benesh, Mr. Seo-yun. And for the sandwiches, they look lovely." 

They both smiled. "Thank you again for the watch, and for stopping by,” Chavivah replied. “Should we ever have to defend our friends and family, I hope we never have to see each other on opposite sides of a battlefield. You're a mensch, and so are you," she glanced at Throrim. 

"Indeed, and thank you." Qaradoc paused. "So you defend your loved ones, but you don't fight for the Horde..." he murmured, more to himself. "I'm glad I met you. I suppose I have a bit of thinking to do. A quick recovery to you both."

"Aye, I'll put in a word with some folks. Yer both good in mah book." He smiled, bowed deeply once again, beard clinking against the floor. "Takes a lot to shake up this Gilnean bugger, and ya done did it. Thank ya for that." He chuckled, patting his friend roughly on the shoulder.

Qaradoc chuckled with him, shaking his head. He showed no sign of being jolted by Throrim's friendly blow.

"About ready to head back home then friend?"

"Aye, I think we've gotten the full monty and then some. Let's give these chaps some rest." Qaradoc bowed his head. "Tara." He turned to leave. 

Seo-yun offered a friendly grunt goodbye. "Good health to you!" Chavivah called after them.

Throrim nodded, flashing a bright smile. "Pleasure meetin' ya folks."

[asagimeta]

Ok so do any Prideshipping fans know Julia Michaels' "Issues"? Because I need an AMV for that like AIR (I'll do a fic to correspond to it even) And you know, until I started this post, I didn't really get WHY I liked that song for Prideshipping because it, on the surface, doesn't really sound like much of a Prideshipping song? And then I started TALKING about it and it became an analysis

(Warning: Image heavy under the cut)

I feel like, maybe, the first verse is closer to describing Atem, and the second is closer to describing Kaiba, atleast from a video perspective (as an entirety each lyric is pretty hit-or-miss in my totally honest opinion but there's something about the tone and the idea of a lack of judging because they're sort of in the same boat that makes me feel very Prideshippy, I feel like that's one thing that's less overtly stated but shown fairly often, no matter how much they might bicker or jab at eachother- but ofcourse realizing that Kaiba jabs at everyone is part of it- there always felt to me like there was a level of understanding between them that they didn't really have with other people, maybe it's dueling, maybe it's the drive to win, maybe it's feeling alone and out of place, maybe it's all of this or none of it or some of it and some other things, but I just feel like any "judgement" between them would be boiled down to the most eye-rollingly petty things in the universe "You played THAT card? lol ok" "Still don't know why you hang around with the dork patrol but ok if you want to lower your standards go ahead" that kind of crap, but at the end of the day, when it comes to anything even remotely serious, even if they aren't actually on the same page about something, they understand the other's motivation well enough to go "Ok, this isn't how I would handle it and I'd like to show you my perspective, but I'm not going to hold your way of doing things against you"

Neither of them are perfect and in fact they both have some pretty deep-seeded crap that would probably make it difficult to develop any real relationship with someone who's out of the emotional loop, it'd be impossible- certainly- for either of them to be with someone who's a judgemental or righteous person, wich, despite Kaiba's quickness to criticize and Atem's increasingly high moral standard (I say "increasingly high" because there was, ofcourse, a time, when he was easily as ruthless as Kaiba in his own way- season zero- and remember that even in Duel Monsters he was much more willing early on to let the moral scales tip out of balance for the sake of his personal loved ones, mostly Yugi) I don't think either of them are actually as judgemental as they are defensive, in particular because they both seem much quicker to let their criticisms slide or let them go completely when it involves someone they have a connection to (all of Kaiba's crabbiness about relationships holding people down fly out the window when it comes to Mokuba, and as much as Atem tries to take the moral highground, I very honestly believe that if Yugi ever came to him like "I killed a dude" his bigger concern would be hiding the body vs his partner facing any real consequences, for example) and in particular they seem to let alot of their typical judgements go when it comes to eachother, only ever snipping or snapping here or there but never seeming to hold any longterm grudges or judgements, something that others definitely don't subscribe to

But I've rambled on long enough about this and I just want to propose to you guys:

(bold = applicable)

I'm jealous, I'm overzealous

When I'm down I get real down

(this is something we actually see multiple instances of, Atem has a tendency to get held down very easily by his thoughts, be they actual sadness/depression/upset like after he lost Yugi, or just a more quiet melancholy like when he went on the date with Tea`, he doesn't come out of his head very easily)

When I get high I don't come down

I get angry, baby believe me

I could love you just like that, and I could leave you just as fast

(Not seriously, but it'd be very fitting for a video)

But you don't judge me, 'cause if you did baby I would judge you too No you don't judge me, 'cause if you did baby I would judge you too

'Cause I've got issues But you've got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you

(I couldn't find a picture from this episode of Kaiba, but he was the one who ultimately reinspired Atem to win the duel, he gave Atem a very much needed push)

You do shit on purpose

(Couldn't find a good anime image but it's essentially the same idea here; Kaiba is a classic example of self-sabotage, there's no actual reason for him to be so callous when he and Atem are on the same side, and even if he was using Atem as he said, telling him that was actually counter-productive, Atem would have been much more pliable if he was under the impression that Kaiba was going along with things as a "freind", by telling Atem "I'm using you, we aren't freinds, I'M USING YOU!" he's exposing his strategy and opening himself up for the opportunity to let Atem do the same thing to him- not to mention giving unnecessary ammo to their opponents, someone as smart, strategical, cunning, and honestly manipulative, as Kaiba should know that- he DOES know that, so why tell Atem if he isn't self-sabotaging? Maybe not trying to sabotage the duel, but certainly trying to sabotage a relationship that he's afraid is developing too affectionately, his goal in the beginning of this duel was to hurt Atem, even if it meant risking losing the duel, because it was- in his mind- alot more dangerous to let Atem get too close than it was to lose, this is really classic behavior for Kaiba, we see it often in the series that whenever /anyone/ starts to get close- Atem, Joey, Yugi, the only real exception is Mokuba- he's quick to do something to piss the other person off- or atleast try to, insult them, go overkill in a duel, scream at them, etc, he does this LONG after they stop being a "threat", there's no reason for it other than to sheild himself)

You get mad and you break things

(This was pretty fucking extra even for Kaiba, and we've seen him destroy property out of irritation/anger/believing it to be inferior/what have you)

Feel bad, try to fix things

("I don't like owing people things" = "You helped me even though I was a real jackass so now I'm going out of my way to help you too even though I don't *have* to")

But you're perfect, poorly wired circuit

Got hands like an ocean, push you out pull you back in

(He's got nice hands ok?)

'Cause you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause you see it from same point of view 'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you

(He made a freaking holographic replica for god’s sake)

And so on and so forth

Anyway, this started as "I really want someone to make a video for this song" and became "Some Prideshipping thoughts that I wanted to express" and sorry?

[zee-isaiah-pugnacious7-blog]

In Defense of Junpei Iori

I want to start off by saying this is my own thoughts on the character. Whether you like/hate this character is your own personal opinion; respect my opinion, and I will respect yours. Thank you.

So, Junpei. The token comedy-relief/best-buddy of Persona 3. Friendly, funny, charming and sharing the same voice-actor as Edward Elric (plus several others), he is one of the more memorable characters of the series...

And yet... a lot of people seem to hate him. More often than not, some people comment that he’s one of the most annoying characters in the game! 

Ironically, my boyfriend--- who first introduced me to the Persona series--- was the one who brought up Junpei being a lousy character (He later took it back after noticing how similar the character is--- not even joking, they have similar issues at their homes). But it wasn’t because he thought Junpei was annoying--- it was mainly because... well, Junpei sucked on his team. 

My Boyfriend: Good luck having Junpei on your team. He wouldn’t follow my commands, kept dying, blah blah blah...

Me: *after playing the game* Dude, Junpei is a tank on my team! I’m not even giving him commands, and he’s helping heal the group, he can take a blow, yadda yadda...

(Maybe they can just tell when a girl is playing the game XD)

I get the feeling that’s one reason why people don’t like Junpei--- they have trouble with him on the team. ...Then again, if that were the case, wouldn’t everyone have at least one [other] character they hated having on their team? I guess, depending on the equipment, commands and experience, the characters you choose vary in performance.

...But c’mon guys, how many of us got angry at Mitsuru and her overuse of ‘Marin-Karin/Tentarafoo’? THE COMICS ARE EVERYWHERE!

Me: Okay, Mitsuru--- the Shadow is weak to Ice. Watch me use Bufu. *casts it, destroys enemy* See? Easy. Use Bufu skills. BUFU skills.

Mitsuru: MARIN KARIN!

Me: F*CKING DAMMIT, MITSURU, YOU’RE OFF THE TEAM! 

*ahem* So, yeah, no one’s perfect ^^’

But combat-performance isn’t the only reason I see people hating on Junpei. Like I said earlier, they find him annoying--- maybe they think he’s too much of a pervert (ironic in a game where you play as a guy/girl who can f*ck several people), or maybe they think he’s an idiot (Who’s playing this game, Yukari?), but more often than not, there’s a couple things that always come up...

Junpei’s want for attention, and how he gets jealous of the Protagonist.

Lets start with the fight for attention. During the first mission, Junpei is quick to rush ahead, trying to prove his potential. (And this may be a little late but I’ve never seen all the movie adaptations yet *only the 2nd one* so I’m just going by the game storyline). Clearly he wants to be in the spotlight, and *at first* sees fighting Shadows as some sort of game, up until he realizes just how serious it really is.

But think about it--- before awakening to his Persona, Junpei was a regular teenager. The creators themselves mentioned that Junpei was a crucial character because he acted like a real teenager--- cracking jokes, getting excited about having this power... I mean, how would you react if you were a high school student and found out you had a rare power? You’d be pumped, wouldn’t you?

Meanwhile there’s Akihiko, Shinjiro, Yukari, and Mitsuru who awoke to their Personas early on (for crying out loud Mitsuru awoke to hers when she was just a little girl! She was a chibi with power!). They managed to understand the concept of their potential--- and, since they had serious stuff going on in their lives, took this responsibility to heart. (It really hits you in the feels with Shinji’s case)

Now look at Junpei’s life--- living with an alcoholic father, having little skills and low grades... chances are, he was putting on a mask *no P5 refs intended*; behind that comedic behavior and charming smile was a teen struggling with depression, feeling like he was going nowhere in life. (You all saw his moment with Koromaru in “The Answer”). He awoke to his Persona--- not because he had some ‘mission’ to fulfill, but because he wanted to find a purpose in life.

AndthenhemeetsChidoriandfallsinlovebringinguphisdreamsofbeingabaseballplayerthenshediesinordertosavehislifeandyougethitwiththefeelsandhefindsanewreasontolivegaaaaaaaahhhhh---

Sorry! Got off-track for a moment there!

Point is, the moment he gets his Persona, he feels a rush of excitement, like his life has purpose after all! (This is emphasized after Strega encounters the group, bringing up that once the Dark Hour is destroyed everyone will lose their powers). So of course he’d want to ‘show ‘em what he’s got’ and try to impress everyone, because he’s trying to prove his self-worth.

Now lets bring up the part where he gets jealous of the Protagonist. 

I can hear you all, “Of course he’s jealous--- the protag is a badass who gets all the girls and is acing the exams, etc.* SHUT UP. JUST. SHUT. UP.

First of all, think about the FIRST time you play the game--- where your stats are at an ALL TIME LOW. Your intelligence is ranked at dumbass, you’ve got as much charm as a piece of cardboard, and you have less courage than Scooby Doo!

So you’ve got a guy with zero intelligence, minimal charm, and zip courage... and yet all of a sudden he’s elected Team Leader just because he--- big shock--- awoke to his Persona and *gasp* fought Shadows! Just. Like. Everyone. Else. 

Granted, there were reasons he got the Leader rank--- Mitsuru had to stay behind at the start in order to scan for Shadow activity, Akihiko’s arm was broken, Yukari was having confidence issues, and Junpei was the new guy---

Wait a minute! The Protag was the new guy too! Why was he elected leader? Why couldn’t he and Junpei have had a rock-paper-scissors tournament to decide? What, was it because Junpei wasn’t ‘serious’ enough? I’m pretty sure putting him in a responsible position would get him serious! (...or he’d abuse his power, much like many did when playing the game *cough*BikiniWarriors*cough*)

“But the Protag can use more than one Persona!” you may argue, but I’m talking about the very start of the game--- before you start your Social Links and start acquiring more than 1 Persona (and leaving poor Orpheus behind to rot lol). Like, out of the blue, Mitsuru just says “You can be Leader until Akihiko gets better,” ...then after Akihiko heals up, it’s like “You can keep being leader, you’re doing a great job.”

Okay, maybe I’m overthinking it. If Protag didn’t get the role of leader, we’d have no gameplay. Lets stick with Junpei. 

Granted as the game goes on, your stats do improve by the time you get to the Hotel. And thus when Junpei gets jealous--- everyone fights these two massive Shadows... and the Protag is getting most of the praise. Despite any reassurance you give him, he still gets pissed and ignores you for the week.

(Me: Nuuuuuuu! Junpei, come baaaaack! I’ll buy you ramen!)

And of course this is where a lot of people consider Junpei to be annoying, for throwing a b*tch-fit about the Protagonist being hot-sh*t. 

But, lets re-analyze what I mentioned before--- fighting Shadows is all Junpei considers himself good for. Heck during this time, he realizes he’s going to be a senior by the next year... and then what? What is he going to do with his life after high school?

Also, lets bring up the fact that he’s fighting Shadows with a well-respected valedictorian (Mitsuru), the captain of the boxing-team who has fan-girls surrounding him at the start (Akihiko), the most popular girl in school (Yukari), a girl with a rare Persona who helped her survive in Tartarus for 10 days/hours (Fuuka), and an emo-hunk every woman wants to sleep with (Protagonist). 

DO YOU SEE WHAT HE HAS TO COMPETE WITH?! Throw in a robot, dog, kid and the baddest of the badasses, and you’ve got a lot of pressure on your shoulders! *granted they don’t come in until after the beach trip, but still!*

Keep in mind, these are all high-school students. If there’s one thing I remember about being in high-school, it’s that I wanted people to like me and achieve at something. There was always someone much smarter, more athletic, more creative, and more charismatic than I ever could be. (...I can hear you all making fun of me for being a geek right now. Go on, laugh it up!) 

Junpei got jealous because the New Kid became a kick-ass leader (...depending on how well you play the game...) and he’s working his a$$ off to make something of himself in order to cope with a bad home life, lack of academic potential, and whether or not he’ll have a future after graduation. 

He wasn’t just jealous, he was suffering from anxiety. If he was the least-anything on the team, he lost his motivation. It’s no different than feeling depressed because someone believed you ‘weren’t good enough’ at something. 

I believe many of us have gone through that. It really hurts, and sometimes lashing out at someone who’s ‘better’ than you is the first response; other times you just shut yourself out from others, wallowing in your self-pity, trying to figure out if you’re worth anything...

But there’s something Junpei does that not many people do.

He realizes his mistakes and apologizes. 

He realizes he rushed in too fast during the first mission, and asks for a second chance when the group goes to rescue Fuuka. 

He realizes he was faulting the Protagonist for no reason *kinda like I did a minute ago* and apologizes to him for it. 

Junpei: Sorry for being such a d*ck to you...

Me: *choosing option* Don’t Worry About It.

Junpei: *softly* Thanks bud.

Me: *while fainting* Friendship saved~! 

(okay okay, that’s the last of the fan-girling, promise!)

As the game goes on, his character development gets better. He doesn’t even try to act like a class-clown that much after meeting Chidori (as Fuuka said, he acts more like a gentleman). ...It’s only during the trip to Kyoto that he reverts back to his perverted nature :P 

(Saying it now, DAMN THOSE HOT-SPRINGS!!!)

Moving on.

It isn’t until near the end of the game that we really see him change--- and we all know the reason: Chidori. 

You’ve all seen what happened, so I’m not going into detail here! 

Point is, her sacrifice was what really helped him wake up--- he developed a new reason to not just get through life, but LIVE it. The love of his life didn’t want him to just give up--- she wanted to see him achieve his dreams and be happy. 

After that, Junpei once again apologizes to the Protagonist, letting go of his jealousy and relying on his friend to help get them through this battle against the Dark Hour. 

Because there’s a double meaning to the ‘Dark Hour’--- it’s not just some creative title for Tartarus appearing, but an analogy on how everyone is going through their darkest moments. Losing Chidori is Junpei’s Dark Hour--- and he needs his best friend to help him get through it until it’s over.

Then comes Ryoji, bearing the bad news that Nyx is coming... 

This is where I really noticed a change in Junpei’s character. He’s scared, but reacts with anger rather than humor--- everyone’s losing someone already, then all of a sudden everyone’s going to die. 

Yukari, ironically, tries to crack a joke in order to try and lighten up the tension... and Junpei blows up at her! The vice-versa of the beginning of the game! 

This is proof that Junpei had been hiding his real emotions the whole time--- once things got serious to the point where its all ‘Oh f*ck we’re all gonna die’, he dropped his class clown charade. 

“He should’ve been serious from the start!” you may argue... 

But, lets face it, we had ENOUGH serious characters--- no-nonsense Mitsuru, training-focused Akihiko, hardass Shinjiro, truth-seeking Yukari, vengeance-seeking Ken, humanity-learning Aigis... geez I think Koromaru and Fuuka were the only ones not dead-serious about something! 

As mentioned, Junpei was using humor in order to cope with things; he let out his anger at Shinjiro’s funeral, but once the grieving period passed went on with his humorous behavior, keeping enthusiastic because it was his only defense. Losing Chidori was probably his breaking point--- finding out the world was going to end in two months drove him over the edge, and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

But, he chose to fight, alongside the others, even if there was a slim chance of success. He didn’t want to give up. He wanted to try--- and succeed. 

So I ask again... why do people hate on Junpei? Maybe you all have your own reasons outside of the ones I’ve listed--- whatever they are, it’s your opinion, I can’t tell you how to feel. This is just my thought on him.

Because, if you think about it, in some way we’re similar to the character. We often hide our real feelings until we just can’t take anymore. We get jealous of others, we get depressed when we can’t find a purpose in life. 

But many of us still want to try.

And I believe we shall succeed. 

Just don’t give up. 

[himbowelsh]

For BabeRoe: Five times Babe caught one of his friends wearing his clothes and very much minded and one time he didn't mind at all.

AN: these five times prompts always take me a long time bc, well, i’m essentially writing six fics, but i LOVE them and i love writing them!

The fault might lie with Babe, if he'd been idiot enough to leave his clothes lying around where anyone could pick them up. The thing is, he didn't. Bill is anal about keeping laundry in its proper place -- “in your drawers or in the basket, the hell is this, rocket science?” Babe doesn't get the chance to leave articles of clothing lying around anywhere except his disaster zone of a room, and if he somehow manages to leave something behind, it never stays there for long.

When he traces it back, his friends’ awful track record of pilfering his clothes starts with Julian.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Babe demands, striding into the studio (their glorified term for the rec room they all spend their time in when they want to hide from their responsibilities). His question is accusatory; he doesn't care. There is no good reason for Julian to be sitting cross-legged on the couch, soaking wet, in nothing but a pair of boxers and a sweatshirt.

Neither articles of clothing belong to him. Babe knows this, because he is the house’s unofficial Laundry Guy. He's dealt with Julian’s mess of a wardrobe to recognize when his friend is wearing his own clothes and when he isn't. Right now, he definitely isn't, because that's the same sweatshirt Babe wore to the movies a few days ago.

And those boxers… also do not belong to Julian.

“Julian,” he repeats when his friend seems too caught up in his phone to look up at him. “Where did you get those?”

“Hmm?” Julian glances up, looking surprised -- as if he’s just noticed Babe’s presence, the faker. He shrugs thin shoulders concealed in Babe’s sweatshirt and leans back into the couch. “I got caught in the rain. These were the only dry things I could find.”

The storm outside is a killer. It swept in out of nowhere, while Babe was lucky enough to be inside the house. He heard Julian stumble through the front door a few minutes later, but he never considered the implications of his friend getting caught in the storm until now.

Staring down Julian, wearing his sweatshirt and his boxers, he's not sure what to say. A part of him feels defensive; another part feels a little violated.

“You're wearing my boxers,” he emphasizes, as if this justifies every baffled emotion swirling through his head.

Julian glances down at them, shrugs, and twists his pale legs beneath him before returning to his game. “I thought these were Bill’s, to be honest.”

Bill doesn't wear checker-patterned boxers. Bill wears solid colors, the Italian flag, and (on rare occasions) briefs. Babe would love to not have to know this, but now he kind of wishes Julian did.

“Am I…” He pauses, hesitates, wondering if he's breaking some sort of unspoken friendship rule. Or just a house rule -- no one wants Julian going commando on their couch. “Can I ask you to take off my underwear?”

“Sure. You can ask.” Julian sounds almost bored, but when he looks up at Babe, there’s a smirk on his lips. “Don't mean I'm gonna do it.”

Torn between defeat and fury, Babe styles for the least-offensive option and just stalks away. He doesn't want to throttle Julian, but if he has to look at him wearing his underwear anymore, he's not going to be able to be held responsible for what he might do.

He loses this round. At least, he thinks, it's just one (weird) isolated incident.

He thinks wrong.

He’s just stepping through the door when he comes face to face with a sight he could have gone his entire life without seeing. (Okay, maybe not -- he’s seen it before, and he’s not happy about it but he knows it’s inevitable that he’ll see it many times again before he dies.)

“Dammit, Bill, will ya put some pants on?”

Bill waves a hand over his shoulder, not even bothering to glance up at Babe. He’s laser-focused on running the vacuum back and forth over a particularly stubborn spot in the carpet. He’s been whining about that stain for weeks now, ever since Julian dropped a taco (and then picked it up and at it). Today, he’s finally decided to do something about it.

While dripping wet, wearing absolutely nothing.

Babe shields his eyes and walks straight into the coat rack, because of course he does. It’s that kind of day. “I don’t need to see your bare ass!”

“I didn’t need to haul your stupid scrawny ass up to bed when you got wasted on tequila bombs, tried to go skinny dipping, and hit your head in the pool. Did I? Fuckin’ no, but I did it, because I’m a great goddamn friend.” Bill leans down to train the suction right on the stubborn stain. Babe feels like he’s been dropped into a very screwed up production of Macbeth.

“I swear to god,” he says, still fumbling to figure out where the stairs are with his eyes closed. He’s touching something that might be a fur coat, but could also be Spina’s chest. “If you don’t put some clothes on now I’m calling Frannie.”

“She loves my ass.”

“I’ll take a picture and send it to everyone, then.”

“I’ll strangle you.”

Babe doesn’t even know where his phone is, let alone which direction Bill’s standing. He also doesn’t want something that horrifying on his phone. It might melt, or explode, and none of his awful friends will buy him a new one.

“Bill,” he finally sighs, slumping in defeat. “Just put some pants on. Please.”

Bill considers this question for a long moment (way too long, in Babe’s opinion) before snorting. “There’s a t-shirt and shorts in the bathroom. I saw them when I got out of the shower. Go get ‘em.”

He’s so eager to not have to stare at his friend naked any longer -- and, frankly, to have an excuse to leave -- that Babe scrambles to the bathroom. He doesn’t look at the clothes he grabs off of the towel rack. All he registers is that they’re a t-shirt and shorts, actual clothing for Bill to wear so he doesn’t traumatize the nice old couple that lives next door. (The curtains were wide open. How the hell could Bill be doing that in full view of the whole neighborhood?)

He makes it back to Bill in record time, and flings the wad of clothes at him like he’s scoring a winning touchdown in the Superbowl. He keeps his eyes screwed shut until he hears the vacuum switch off and Bill sigh.

“There. I’ve got clothes. You happy now, Heffron?”

Babe finally risks opening his eyes, and doesn’t bother stifling his sigh of relief. The shirt is too tight and the shorts are too short, but Bill’s full moon is no longer offending everyone and their mother. Babe is content up until the moment he realizes something that kills and buries his good mood.

“Hey, those are my clothes!”

Bill just casts a wink over his shoulder. “You gave ‘em to me.”

The vacuum switches on again, drowning out Babe’s groan of frustration.

Of all the people he expected to stab him in the back, Spina was the most unlikely suspect. Spina is the nicest of them all. He’s loyal. He’s a stand-up guy. He has a closet full of comfy clothes all of his own.

Babe doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this.

“Spina! Buddy, you've betrayed me!”

Spina just shrugs, pulling Babe’s baggy sweater (which isn't quite as baggy on him) tighter around his shoulders. “It's freakin’ cold, Babe. Sorry.”

The heat has been off all weekend because someone (no one wants to say Bill, but two people pay the bills in this house and Fran has never missed one in her life) forgot to pay the company. This wouldn’t be such a bad thing, except it’s the middle of winter, and Babe is pretty sure humans need warmth to survive. If someone doesn’t get the heat turned back on soon, the rest of the house has made it clear that they’re going to murder that someone and use him as a human fire log.

So Babe can understand why Spina would be wearing a sweater, just not his sweater. “Come on. That’s the one Gene got me for Christmas!”

“Why d’you think I’m wearin’ it now?” Spina demands. “It’s the warmest thing in this goddamn house.”

Gene is from Louisiana, where the coldest they get in winter is still enough to melt ice cubes. His experience of northern winters have been nothing short of a horror story, so he’s become an expert in remaining a human furnace at all costs. He’s always wearing the warmest clothes, and he gives them as gifts too. Gene’s sweater might be the only thing standing between Babe and life as a human snowman, and currently that sweater is on Spina’s ungrateful back.

“Buddy, I love you,” he says, “but take off your clothes.”

Spina wraps his arms tighter around himself. He sees the glint in Babe’s eyes, and he’s ready. “I can’t do that, Babe.”

“Spina --”

“No!”

Spina lets out a yell as Babe tackles him. They both go tumbling off the couch in a ball of flailing limbs, hollering bloody murder all the way. When they hit the floor, it’s a wrestling match. Babe has got a good grip, but Spina’s not going down without a fight.

They wind up tearing the sweater, messing up the couch, and Babe smacks his head against the coffee table. When the stars clear from his vision, Spina is already sprinting from the room.

Well, at least they exercise is keeping them warm.

Just as Babe is starting to think he has the worst friends in the world, they still find a way to surprise him.

He steps out of his bathroom in full-on Spiderman regalia. He’s got the suit; the mask; even a tiny miniature “web shooter” that really sprays silly string everywhere. Smokey Gordon’s costume birthday bash is going to be wild, and Babe is ready for it.

He stops cold in the doorway when his eyes land on his two friends, clustered together in the middle of the kitchen. Liebgott is stooped over, his head buried in the fridge, muttering to himself as he paws through their leftovers. Grant has hoisted himself up on the counter, and is swinging his legs while munching on Bill’s favorite potato chips.

They’re both wearing Babe’s clothing.

Grant has stolen Babe’s favorite yellow and orange striped t-shirt, matching it with basketball shorts, with a bright red Phillies hat backwards over his messed-up hair. Liebgott is in a striped button-up, and wears a pair of skinny jeans that do not fit him at all. He has his hair slicked back, and looks all the more uncomfortable for it.

For a second, Babe can only gape. Then he tries to inhale, chokes on air, and remembers how to use his words again. “What the hell are you assholes doin’?”

Chuck raises a nonplussed eyebrow. “What’s it look like? We’re dressed up.”

If he’s being honest, Babe has no clue what the hell it looks like, but he knows one thing for sure. “You raided my closet!”

Liebgott emerges from the fridge, half a pickle hanging out of his mouth. “We’d agreed that we'd all go as each other. I'm Grant, can't you tell?”

“The correct question,” pipes up Grant, “is what are you wearing?”

Babe glances down at his (amazing) Spider-Man costume, then back up at his friend's again. His eyes are close to bugging out of his head at this point, but he doesn't care.

“If you're Grant,” he says to Liebgott, “why the hell are you in my shirt?”

“Because this guy wouldn't let me anywhere near his closet.”

“Do you think I'm an idiot?” Grant stares and Liebgott hard, daring him to answer. Liebgott opens his mouth, closes it again, then tries one more time before giving up. Grant smiles. “Not to mention, you're the one who left your door unlocked.”

“Yeah,” agrees Liebgott. Babe gets a very good view of the half-chewed pickle in his mouth. “Who's really at fault here?”

Babe gapes at them. His eyes swivel between Grant and Liebgott. He opens his mouth, makes some weird noises, chokes on his own spit, and realizes that nothing he says will make a difference. It's his own fault for agreeing to do anything with these two in the first place. Great as they are, Babe always winds up the butt monkey in their trio, and even though he doesn't like it, he also doesn't know what the hell to do about it.

Finally, he sighs. He's not going to argue; they've got a party to get to, dumb costume arrangement or not. “You like superheroes,” he says, pointing at Liebgott. “Now let’s move, I ain't gonna be late because of you idiots.”

He storms out of the house, Grant and Liebgott following behind him. Liebgott brings the pickle jar.

All he wants is a glass of water. A parched throat is the only thing capable of dragging him out of bed after a long, trying day spent learning to kickbox from Toye. (Babe relearned two things that he already knew: he is not made for kickboxing, Joe Toye is a beast.)

Swallowing stings, and his mouth is dry as the Sahara desert. When he finally manages to haul himself out of bed all his muscles protest. He knows he'll have one nice collection of bruises tomorrow, but he'll wear them like battle scars. They'll hurt like a bitch, but the defeat will just be a reminder of why he should avoid getting into the ring with someone who could probably benchpress him. (Not that Babe is one to shrink from a challenge, but Toye is his friend, thereby it's okay not to want to fight him.)

He stumbles out of his room on feet that feel like lead blocks, and is halfway down the hall when he realizes that he isn't alone. The hallway light is on, illuminating a figure standing in the doorway of the living room. A head full of curls is silhouetted against the dim light; a black t-shirt hanging just above to the middle of bare thighs. Babe blinks hazily for a moment, brain not quite registering what he's seeing, before he recognizes the person in front of him.

“Frannie?”

“Babe.” Fran’s silhouette is backlit against the dim hall light. She is frozen in place, torn between looking awkward and guilty. She does a weird side-step to block the living room doorway, which does nothing to disguise the oversized band t-shirt she is wearing. Babe’s eyes settle on the worn logo, and he feels a familiar exasperation creep over him.

“Tell me that's not my shirt.”

Fran hesitates for a moment before answering, “I’d love to.”

“Are you wearing anything under it?”

Another pause, too long to be interpreted as anything other than the negative that it is. Fran’s lips purse, and she tilts her head like she's considering the question. “Well...”

That's all Babe needs to hear. He holds up both hands, doing an about-face before he can see any more than he needs to. If Fran is standing there half-naked in the shirt Babe left lying around the living room this morning, chances are that Bill is just inside the living room -- probably less decent than Fran, filthying up the couch they all share.

It's par for the course for his friends at this point, but Babe is still disgusted.

“Oh my god. I'm moving out.”

“Good luck finding someone else who’ll take you,” Fran calls out to his retreating back. Then, after a beat -- “This shirt is really soft! What detergent do you use?”

Babe’s bedroom door slams behind him. He never gets his glass of water.

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

In the hazy morning light, it's hard for Babe to make out much; but the figure of Gene standing over the coffee maker, wearing nothing but an oversized Phillies t-shirt, is impossible to miss. For a second Babe isn't convinced he's really awake. It would be all to easy to dream of a sight like this.

Then Gene turns around, smiles at him, and Babe knows this is no dream at all. “Do you mind?”

In spite of himself, Babe feels a grin spreading across his face. He sidles into the kitchen, not bothering to flick the light on, and loops his arms around Gene’s waist. Gently, he presses Gene back against the counter and leans in to capture his lips.

Babe’s mouth is still dry. Crust stings the corners of his eyes. The both have morning breath, and Babe’s half-awake brain makes everything feel hazy and out of focus.

But he knows the contours of Gene’s lips as well as the back of hand. The taste of him, the hand cupping his cheek, the eyelashes fluttering against his own -- this is all very, very real. The best way to wake up is with Gene’s lips on his, Babe decides.

When they pull back, Babe can feel a small flush on his face. Gene’s lips are still quirked, like Babe’s told him a funny joke, but his eyes are gut-wrenchingly gentle.

“G’morning to you too, cher,” he mutters, and Babe grins.

His boyfriend can wear his clothes any time he wants.

[bewitchthequeen]

Caleo Makes Me Cringe And Here’s Why

Yet another Heroes of Olympus anti list for your asses so prepare your butts because I’m about to blow ‘em clean off.

Note: Usually things apply. If you like Caleo and don’t care to hear counter opinions and that makes you aggressive and mean then this isn’t something you’re interested in, I’m going to have to ask you to move along :D I’m entitled to my opinions as you are yours. Any aggression targeted at me because I don’t ship what you ship will be treated with demeaning responses

You have been warned

Side Note: I have nothing but love for Rick Riordan, these are solely my opinions, which I’m entitled to have.

If you have anything to include, feel free to add your own thoughts.

I’m putting this under a Read More so people who don’t want to see this doesn’t have to.

1. To the people who say that Caleo is the best ship because “it’s not incest”. You are wrong. Calypso is Atlas’ daughter, Leo is Hephaestus’ son.  In Riordan verse, Atlas is Iapetus’ son, Iapetus is Kronos/Cronus’ brother, Kronos/Cronus is Zeus and Hera’s father, Hera is Hephaestus’ mother (and in some myths Zeus is his “biological” dad but we’ll ignore this for the riordan verse). If you’re using the incest card, it’s still incest as all gods and titans are related in some way as they all came from Gaea in some way, shape, or form. So kissing cousins apply here and that makes your argument invalid. Claiming it’s the only “healthy” or not gross ship is a lie or you could go along with Rick and his “genetics are a human thing”. The choice is yours.

2. They started out hating each other but skipped the whole tolerating/friendship stage and basically went straight into romance which doesn’t work for the short amount of time they were together. It was a weak build up and even now Leo looks like a lovestruck little boy while Calypso seems to be rather aloof and disengaged from the relationship. Kind of like now that people are around to see them she doesn’t want to be seen romantically with him? At least, that’s how it looks to me. This is my perception.

3. Calypso seems very angry still and I feel like it would be better for her to work on that solo rather than be in a relationship where she needs to kind of take it a lot slower than she would if she was alone. She has to take another person’s feelings into account so that’s not the best for someone with so much pent up anger. Take it from someone who has had something like that.

4. What would have been a more powerful story line for both of them would have been Leo realizing he doesn’t need to be in a relationship to feel validated and cared for. That being the 7th wheel isn’t a bad thing unless you perceive it that way. It’s a flaw with most books like this and young adult books. All the main characters simply have to be in a relationship. It seems like it’s a must and it’s not. A fair amount of people go through high school without dating. I had two boyfriends, one that lasted for a month (and he gave me fucking panic attacks) and then one that lasted about six months (before a tragedy), but I had friends who had been dating their S.O. since freshman year, some who chewed through boyfriends like no tomorrow, some who didn’t want to date, and some who just never dated. For what seems to be every young adult book ever, there are couples even if feelings don’t bloom until the very end of the book. So imagine my disappointment at how unrealistic these are becoming? It seems literally everyone in PJO/HoO/ToA are in a relationship even background and minor characters. I feel like it’s because people suspect this out of Rick now, and it makes me feel bad that he feels he needs to pair everyone up. I can’t imagine how stressful that must be. He shouldn’t have to do that. There’s this wonderful thing called fan fiction; you can read it, write it, and explore it. You don’t need to make that poor man feels like everyone needs to be in a relationship. It has negative affects/effects on people that age who reads them because then they feel like they need to be in a relationship to feel validated (like Leo) and could possibly end up in a bad relationship or feel like there’s something wrong with them for not being in one.

5. For Calypso because #4 was so long. Calypso’s story would have been a lot more powerful had she learned to love herself and the boat come for her. It would have been a real strong hit like “You don’t need someone to save you” and “You can save yourself” and self love promotion. (Honestly, both of their storylines could have done that but those opportunities were missed unless it gets horrendously retconned). In this day and age, I definitely feel like promoting self love is more powerful than Caleo unless you’re looking at it through rose colored glasses, like most shippers do. I’m guilty of this myself. I love Leo and I love Calypso, I just feel like there was a missed opportunity here.

6. Leo saving Calypso kind of made Percy look bad. This is a no-no. Making one character look bad for a relationship is a no-no. Percy usually keeps his promises. The only one I’ve seen him not keep was Bianca and even then I’m not 100% that was a promise? I don’t know. I just don’t like that Percy just “forgot” and basically made him like the other heroes that landed on Calypso’s island. I’m confident that’s not something that Percy would just “forget” but whatever. There’s a lot with HoO that I don’t like when it comes to Percy but that’s a post for another time.

7. Okay this is just because I seen a post from a pro caleo blog (and I’m not going to tag cause I don’t want to start a fight since this is a personal opinion and they made it clear they’re going to “defend caleo till they die”. I’m not trying to talk anyone out of anything. I’m stating my opinions, but claiming things about other ships without acknowledging your own ships faults is a no-no. (that’s the reasoning for the first reason on here). Here’s my defense (despite the fact I don’t really ship any of the canon ships but unfair attacks are unfair attacks) alright so here we go.      a. “ Percabeth = Incest.” See #1 because Caleo is also incest and I explained it above making this a useless excuse to ship Caleo.      b. “Tysella = Furry.” Okay, but Ella is a harpy and Tyson is a cyclopes. I don’t understand why furry is being claimed here but okay. You’re entitled to your opinion, but harpies were never considered animals as they are mythical creatures and I, personally, don’t include mythical creatures as furries but aiight. Furries have fur, not feathers. I haven’t seen any furries/fursonas with feathers. If I’m wrong all I ask is that you prove it without being vulgar.       c. “Grover/Juniper = Furry” Okay. Grover is a satyr which doesn’t really strike me as Furry since it’s humanoid, same with Ella, so it’s not furry as furry are completely animals? And anyways Juniper is basically a fucking nature spirit? It’s basically similar to how a dog likes rolling around in the grass? Whatever though       d. “Jason and Piper = Incest” again so is Caleo. skip Frank and Hazel because nothing was really said on this.       e. “Paul and Sally = Sally’s probably traumatized by Gabe beating the shit out of her” Okay, what does that have to do with Paul and Sally? That’s completely irrelevant to Paul and Sally’s relationship especially since there’s no hint at Paul being abusive to Sally? Sure, Sally is probably traumatized, but I would think she’s working through that since she seems to have a functioning relationship. But what does Sally’s trauma have to do with Paul? Weak excuse.       f. “Solangelo = Not only is Nico 85 while Will 14 but he’s possessive etc, etc”. Okay, but Nico is technically 14 himself? I mean, yes, he was born way back, but if we’re looking at age here Calypso is thousands of years older than Leo. And with possessive, I’m pretty sure Leo got mad at Percy about Calypso and was even kind of mad/jealous of Jason while he was trapped on the island because of Calypso not being interested in him and basically calling him scrawny or something like that. And Nico is in the body of a fourteen year old, he has the mind of a fourteen year old. He is a fourteen year old. He is in the mental state of a fourteen year old. Do you know how unsettling that would be if he dated someone “his own age”? His growth, mentally and physically, have been stunted thanks to the Lotus Hotel, so Nico di Angelo is a fucking fourteen year old. Let’s be clear that I don’t ship Solangelo, but after the shit that kid has been through he deserves to be happy. He lost all of his family, was forcibly outed by his sexuality by an asshole god, went through Tartarus by himself, and had to deal with feeling lost in a world that he didn’t feel accept him even among his peers/the people who should have understood him the most. If anyone deserves to be happy. It’s him. Fucking drop it.       g. “Chris/Clarisse” we’re back at incest and I’m back at Caleo being incest.       h. “Charles and Selena” again with incest because their parents are married. Atlas is Hephaestus’ great uncle so that’s seriously your kid dating your cousin. But Caleo isn’t creepy or incest. Okay thanks. Beckendorf and Silena are a ship that I actually enjoyed because they gave a shit about each other and loved each other despite parentage and then they died and it broke my heart. Honestly, if you find this creepy, a mother and daughter dated a police officer and his son in the Scream TV Series. That I found weird especially since that was all biological. Rick already said that genetics and gods aren’t a thing. The fact that I’m saying this more that once is exhausting. Just because your parents are married doesn’t mean it’s incest. To make this less creepy, Hephaestus and Aphrodite never had children and it’s a bullshit marriage anyways so. Whatever.

Honestly, if you’re going to be biased, at least know your facts. 

That’s all I got now, feel free to start a discussion.

[keywestlou]

MORNING STEW #17

A morning stew day. Did not get my blog out yesterday. Combining yesterday’s notes with today’s. There will be no sequence. I take ’em as they come up.

Hang Trump in effigy? Could happen.The number disliking him growing. When the economy busts, as I believe it will, his popularity level will be zip.

Why start with effigy? Because on this day in 1841, then President John Tyler was hung in effigy on the street in front of the White House.

Tyler was a Whig. His party wanted to re-establish the Bank of the United States. Tyler twice vetoed bills sent to him from Congress which would have permitted it.

Those hanging Tyler in effigy were members of his own Whig Party as well as unhappy citizens.

Chart Room last night.

Mel Fisher’s grandson is in town. Named Mel Fisher after his grandfather. A tall young good looking man. Early 20’s. Pleasant personality. He is working at Mel Fisher’s. Looking for a house to buy.

How proud he must be. Mel Fisher was a well liked man. Everyone was thrilled when he found the Atocha and the treasure it contained. I did not know Mel Fisher. Before my time. However, I suspect his grandson has his granddad’s charm and personality.

Thursday the U.S. Court of Appeals ruled that detained migrant children must be provided food, water, soap and toothpaste. The Court said that such “without doubt essential to a child’s safety.”

Trump’s attorneys argued against the children’s position in general. Specifically even said that soap and a tooth brush were not essential to a child’s good health.

How would Trump feel if Barron and his grandchildren had to go without soap, food, water, toothpaste, and a tooth brush? What is the saying…..Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Another comes to mind. The obligation to help those who have less than you.

It has been reported July was the hottest month in 140 years. All the way back to 1880 which was the first year temperatures were recorded.

Climate change responsible? Scientists believe so.

In the past few years, my opinion of Israel’s Netanyahu has spiraled downward. His authoritarianism has become evident. He and Trump are actually birds of a feather. In every regard. Bullies, tough, my way or the highway.

Israel sits all alone among the various Middle East countries that want to annihilate the nation. Fifty year ago, yes. Twenty five years ago, yes. Today, no. Netanyahu has become part and parcel of the Middle East power structure.

He is even in bed with the hierarchy of Saudi Arabia. Hard to believe!

Initially denying Congresswomen Omar and Tlaib to visit/travel through Israel. Stupid! The media says Netanyahu’s actions were Trump motivated.

Trump as President claims his support of Israel by words and deeds. Too much so.

The media claims Trump told Netanyahu not to let the ladies in. I think it was the other way around.

In any event, Israel has gotten too big for its britches. The U.S. should cut back on all the money given to Israel each year. Beginning with the $4 billion no one understands why it is given. Plus the billions of dollars buried in defense budgets intended  for Israel.

Let one thing be clear, I am not anti-Semitic. Never have been. No one can accuse me of it. However the relationship between Netanyahu and Trump and the Republican Party has gone a step too far. Even further than that.

How can Israel bar 2 U.S. Congresspersons from visiting Israel? Their religion should have nothing to do with anything. Even if the good ladies were Satanists, they should be allowed in. With no conditions attached to their visit.

Insanity pfrevails in the White House! Trump wants to buy Greenland!

Why? We don’t need it. Prominent Greenlanders have responded with comments like Greenland “not for sale”…..”…..must be an April Fool’s Day joke.” The best, “We’re open for business, not for sale.”

A buy sometimes can be a good deal. Jefferson’s purchase of the Louisiana Territory for example. Others are not. Greenland is not.

Interestingly, Harry Truman wanted to purchase Greenland in 1946. He was willing to pay $100 million in gold. Why the desire to buy, I do not know.

Prominent economists say a recession is on the way. Next year. Trump’s fault. Some do not agree there will be one.

Peter Schiff is a respected money man. He is affiliated with Euro Pacific Capital. His thoughts. “The trade war is already lost, Trump is doomed…..” People are going to go “ballistic.”

He added, “This is going to be the inflationary recession, there’s no way out and it’s a political disaster for Trump because the recession is going to start before he finishes this term, which means he won’t have a second term.”

The moral of the story! Buy gold!

On August 15, 1969, the Woodstock Musical Festival opened in Bethel, N.Y. More than anticipated arrived. The land became an island of mud. Pot smoking big time. Insufficient toilets. Insufficient tents.

Great music, however. Twenty four hours a day.

As the song goes, those were the days. They were hippies. This was their time to correct the U.S.’s ways. Make the nation more human. Argue against the Vietnam War.

Two prominent Key West musicians were at Woodstock. Hippies back then. Larry Smith and Christine Cordone.

Woodstock should have been a disaster. It was not. Became an icon instead.

The stock market is up and down. Major down slides. Recovery not in the same numbers. One day last week, the market dropped 800 points.

Instability in the market. Reflects an unstable market place. Investors losing faith. Indicates a recession may be on the way. A big one!

All  I can say is: Thank you, Donald Trump.

An insanity exists in this world. It begins in the White House with Donald Trump.

Trump initiated the tariff war with China. By so doing, he is destroying the economies of both countries. Xi sees it. I do not know if Trump does. Trump continues to aggravate the situation.

Hong Kong is giving China a hard time. Trump being the grandiose person he is has offered Xi assistance in resolving China’s problems with Hong Kong.

Got to be crazy! Why would China want the master mind who is screwing up the economy to sit down and try to work things out between China and Hong Kong. Trump, a man who has no respect for agreements. A man who has screwed around with China at every turn.

The man is not stable.

Mitch McConnell is a high ranking government figure. A Republican. Thirty seven years a Senator. Today, Majority Leader. Power and strength his.

McConnell from Kentucky. He runs for reelection in 2020.

A Russian company found it feasible to construct an aluminum plant in Kentucky. A major investment. Would create 1,000  to 1,500 jobs.

The U.S. had certain sanctions imposed on Russia that were causing Russia problems. The story is McConnell arranged for the sanctions to go away. The Company will now build. McConnell a hero to the Russians and Kentuckians.

After the deal came out, it was discovered that Kentucky would be making a major investment in the company. Not the way business is normally done. Kentucky would buy something like $150 million of the company’s stock.

McConnell in the middle of all this.

The deal stinks. Not the way business is usually done.

I have 3 more topics to complete today’s blog. All 3 are lengthy. This blog already too long. I save the 3 for tomorrow.

Enjoy your day!

  MORNING STEW #17 was originally published on Key West Lou

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Diary Logs: The Life Of a Jewish Soul Trapped In a Psychiatric Ward (Again) | Part 1

7/11/19

G_d, there are constantly helpful friends/friendly help everywhere that I go, whenever I find myself alone. Hospitals are infiltrated with demonic oppressors/docs that get people that are in pain & suffering to convert @ last min so that less Jews are risen from dead/grave... souls still fill non-Jewish bodies though. These bodies will be the hardest to wake, if they ever wake at all...

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7/12/19

-Asking G_d about something over and over again won’t change His answer. So stop annoying Him.

-We unconsciously know happiness, we just need to make it conscious.

א. Believe your prayers work. ב. Know G_d works through your prayers. ג. Get results.

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7.12.19

B...

I’m unfolding the reasons you allowed me torture in here again, slowly but surely. All these other people keep making judgments like they’re G_d or something... I feel so disconnected from you, which I hope is just the natural swing of desolation I am meant to be in after such a highly intense spiritual experience... Every part of me wants to write this all off as cyclical psychosis, but if I do, I’m going to be way too late to be doing what I have to do, in-time for you... and this “psychosis” may never end.

G_d, get me out of here ASAP, and get me out of my parents’ ASAP! They keep holding me down! I NEED to get a move on w/ my life! I have to go HOME...

B, I love how you get my unconscious thoughts before I do. This is the only way you can love me so perfectly, I’m sure. I can’t wait until we meet up & put these lies to rest.

Seriously, though. People need to quit giving a f**k about our/my lives/life. People love to judge so much, & I never got that. FFS, can we all just see the good in people, and address the bad in people in a direct and effective way?

This is why I could never handle fame. Everyone constantly has opinions on how you should live your life. Nothing I’m not used to from my parents, though...

B**, I really, really, really hope you haven’t died, nor found someone else... Or if you did, there should be someone better than you for me out there. But I really don’t see anyone topping how perfect you are for me. And I’m not just saying this of you being attractive & Jewish. I honestly never would’ve given Judaism a thought for conversion if it weren’t for you. You were with me in my life this whole time, I just couldn’t know yet. I really feel like our personalities are literally perfect for each other. You can stay calm & collected in areas I can’t stay calm & collected in, and vice versa.

Mem{ “You know what your path is. So even if it feels ‘psychotic’ to be doing the ‘psychotic’ thing, just follow it, and when the timing is right, the heavens will have finally become a mastered puzzle w/ all the pieces perfectly glued together. You got this. You have faith in me, and I’ll have faith in you. Please don’t ever give up, no matter how hard this is. I believe in you.” }

Our whole lives have been leading up to this. Ain’t NO way we givin’ this s**t up, ever! It’s getting tougher because the end is nearer, more people are finding out, and more are trying to have a chance at this. But none of this is new. We now know the correct ways to fight all these evil inclinations, we just gotta put this stuff into action. Help!!! And let’s get one thing straight: I will never give up on you until you give up on me. Just tell me, man-to-man, so I can get closure & move on w/ my life, k?

Nun{ “B***H! I got one thing right! That’s you! Now stop assuming I’m off w/ other girls bc you don’t hear from me as much, after you complain about not wanting to listen to ‘voices’ anymore. Just stay strong, and these confusing frustrations will go away. In His perfect timing! ;)” }

I love youuu!!! So to finish this convo.. We can get rid of guns & replace them w/ the Torah, no? Kill lies w/ the truth, and smack ‘em w/ The Book as self-defense if they come at us physically? I don’t see anything bad w/ this, as long as all guns are completely non-existent & everyone is on-board w/ the Torah... One day, this shall happen! We pray, G_d!

B{ “Thanks. I love you so much.” }

And as for cops, ******* brings up a good point, unless that’s changed too, & he’s stuck in the past & finally waking up.. Why not just replace the whole police academy w/ a judicial academy? Might be hard, but I think it’s def worth it to get rid of the exploitation of power.

B{ “I don’t even think it’s that hard. You have the best ideas, and people hate them bc they’re so good, and they hate change. But don’t worry, bc Millenials are catching up, & Gen Z is totally behind it all bc they’ve been wanting this change for so long, just like you. Our kids need us. We can’t just give up bc of a big, fat demon we haven’t yet conquered together. Yeshu; wrong; 3 strikes, you’re out.{{ “They all come to us one-by-one for guidance/help in His perfect timing, so you’re doing it right! We just live, let them come, & keep responding w/ the truth until they leave. They may come back for more clarification, & these are the blessings from G_d letting us know that we aren’t f**king up when we think we are.” }} So stay strong, & keep being you!” }

I love how we’re such cheerleaders for each other. I think we make an awesome couple!

B{ “So true, so sane, so- same!” } [;)]

<333 :*** You’re the bestt

B{ “No, u” }

Awh, stop. <3 WE THE BEST WE GON’ DO DIS WOOOTT! <3 :*

[PS. thx for letting me know it’s been you this whole time ;)]

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The future-- ((LOTS of jobs, and opportunities for soul-enriching career changes that your souls have been starving for this whole time.))

-Get rid of cops. --Replace police academy w/ judicial academy. -->Righteous cops right now -> Righteous judges/Orthodox rabbis -->Law enforcement based on complaints brought to court, with all parties involved -> Court cases w/ judges --Don’t need prideful cowards having power & authority!!

-Get rid of top-down government control. --Let citizens voice what they want at court, & we allow/disallow, based on ethics/morals.

-Jail for occultists until they Teshuvah. --Inmate supervisors must be the most temperant and spiritually woke rabbis with the gift and complete training of/on exorcism.

-Replace guns w/ Truth/Torah.

-Make everything cost less. --Get rid of inflation, & keep prices low. --Make it cheaper to produce/import/export things. -->Get rid of monopolies: Support the companies being shat on and seemingly declining. -->Ask G_d to bless them as well. -->And keep moving from company to company (still fulfilling Abrahamic Covenant!!) until everyone gets rid of their bull about needing to be the best, and one-upping each other with false piety. -->*Gets rid of the ADHD-inducing, highly competitive societies that literally destroy our children that need parental figures who are constantly emotionally & physically present.

-De-pathologize all spiritual experiences. --Prescribe counseling w/ a righteous rabbi on that spiritual level who can understand and give correct wisdom to rout out lies, and cement in truths from G_d.

-To combat mania: Learn something new/Start a new project that you’ve always wanted to, but never had the time for. --GET RID OF ANTIPSYCHOTICS. WE DON’T NEED THEM, THEY ARE WICKED, AND KILL OUR SOULS SLOWLY BUT SURELY. --May need a vacation/long break from normal life/routine to rechannel this energy.

-Get rid of psychiatrists. --DOs w/ specialty in PSY & medical marijuana instead. -->As antipsychotics add more dopamine, so does weed. We seriously don’t need man-made pills. They are wicked. -->True medicine: We just need to get pure extractions from plants that G_d gifted us with, to our lands.

-Get rid of psychiatric wards. --Just need sleep & vent stations w/ specially trained supervisors who can also attend to the affairs of medical marijuana and psychology, and intervene when there are warning signs observed. -->One-on-one, doctor-to-patient. -->*CILII (call it like it is): We are not clients, we are patients that need help getting healed. Coddling us with delusional labels will never help us actually, truly heal.

-Video games = Happy place/Fantasy land. --Prevents antisocial outbursts of mania. --There you go, video game developers ;)

-Make all foods Kosher. --More righteous rabbis needed!!

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G_d’s Puns--

-What the hell -> What the... ה, אל. -> What the ה... -> What the... discovery!!

-Hey B, you’re not bulls**t, you’re the bull star! I love my bull star ;) <3

-דוד -> dude

-MAGA = Make America Great Again -> מאגא -> --מאג׳א => MAJA = Make America Jewish Again -->F off, you anti-Semites. America was ALWAYS a promised land for the Jews escaping anti-Semitism. And we WILL reverse the Pentagon with a Hexagon. (Will be explained further, later on...)

-Prime Ministry in Israel

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G_d’s Wisdom--

-You don’t need to change anything about yourself, you just have to love & accept yourself just the way you are. --Then, G_d can help you grow into the person He made you to be. -->So: Be yourself! -->*QUIT TRYNA BE SOME ONE/THING YOU AREN’T. That s**t will make you psychotic af. Especially you, witches. The wicked fall in their own destruction, L.

-Genuine vs. Ungenuine... --Genuine: Always stick by you, support you, and try to help. -->Talking behind back: Exposing lies with truths; NOT gossip. --Ungenuine: Only come by when they sense you’ve caught on to them being ungenuine. -->Talking behind back: Gossip. -->*Gossip = Idly/falsely speaking of something, knowing full-well that’s what you’re doing, which will bite you in the a*s in His perfect timing.

-The Hamsa can be flipped. --Fight evil, & receive blessings. -->The Hamsa is a great way to know whether a soul is teachable, or too prideful for the actual Truth.

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7/13/19

I’m going to stop asking if you’ve given up on me, if you’ve found someone else, etc. You will never. You’re not someone who’d give up on something G_d worked so hard on your whole life, and neither am I. There are so many jealous fakes right now, but G_d’s secrets, through the Hebrew Aleph-Bet, never lie. People are now trying to confuse our discernment. How ignorant. They’re only now catching onto how we’ve lived our whole lives, and think they have us figured out. [Stupid, so stupid.] They legit have no lives... Humor at annoyance is something new, I guess. I really hope, and I pray right now, that this ride isn’t as f**ked up for you, as it has been for me. <3 you!

~leafy

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7.13.19

“Hey.”

What’s up?

“I’m just sorry that you have to go through this. I know it’s annoying af, but you gotta get used to it. This is your job now. You live your life, get to know people, and then weed out the bad from the good, and keep killing those lies w/ truths while ridiculing liars. It’s sort of pathetic how much people lie because they’re wrong and you’re right, eh?”

I wish liars would die off... they’re so f**king useless in this world. And they project their lying a*ses onto the most honest ppl... Triple Ls! Lyin’ Low Lives. LOSERS. HAHAH I love us & G_d. WOOT!!! <3 :*

“ily”

This is redemption in full swing, man. We got this!!

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7/13/19

LMFAO He dun p**sed himself dirty. Blaming me for... ruining your own life and making yourself delusional. Did I not warn you to not provoke me? You get what you deserve. You took advantage of me being nice and continued to slip demonic statements to try to bring me down, which in turn failed & brought you down. F**k off out of my life forever, dumb a*shole. lol. *******, give up if you actually want to be saved. You’re delusional & psychotic. Have a nice life...

I legit did nothing to your a*s. lmfao. You did all of this to your pathetic self. If you actually wanted true pity/love, you wouldn’t be so prideful to try to teach me something about my life as if you know anything like G_d does. The wicked fall in their own destruction. You try to kill me, you end up killing yourself or your own, and G_d won’t kill me since it’s NOT in His master plan. I already warned so many times.

YOUR FAULT, “******* ********.” Completely delusional. LOL. TWO CAN PLAY THE “FAKE LOVE” game, except I’m actually genuine when nice... and just mean when I have to be... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If I’m too nice, and you f**ked up, YOU f**ked up.

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7.13.19

Oh, so I wasn’t evil for seeing Mary w/ demonic eyes in meditation before, eh? D**n, how does my soul just know these things? I always saw Yeshu w/ evil eyes too. Yeshu’s sullen, Mary’s w/ red eyes. Hahah. I WAS RIGHT. LOL. F my parents. Apparently to Christians, being woke = being possessed. L. HAHAHAHAHA. Y’all the most psychotic bunch, reading “sacrificial lamb” & going, “OOHH, JESUS!” LMFAO. Quit projecting your delusional psychoses on us woke f***s, you b***hf***s...

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7/14/19

“פ: ily, Leah.”

Love you too, B**! <3 (:*)

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7.14.19

Someone from the CIA blew whistle on their wicked plan, then became an FBI. CIA stayed, trying to get either Mem or T**** or some other fake f**k possessed by Yeshu announced as “M” by me. FBI kept looking out for me & praying for me. CIA started lying to FBI about me, so war of logic began. -B** almost gave up, but I had all the proofs & legitimacy. Mem & T**** finally gave up, hopefully... Nun kept going back & forth between FBI & CIA to keep tabs on me. -Then, he got super confused with religions, got manic, made himself an idol, went manic again with drunk driving and died, and led me to AA.

TTT -> TT|TT: T**** to Teshuvah ~> no more OT, no more NT, just the Truth in the Torah.

Blue is calm, yellow is happy. Need to go to UCLA. Don’t need maize in my life... lol

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7/15/19

G_d,

This ‘three strikes, you’re out’ thing... I feel like it was needed this whole time for us to wake up & Teshuvah, but in this time of, I think, redemption? It’s time that people that haven’t caught on by now won’t ever catch on & aren’t teachable. I see that every time I give up on their salvation/conversion/praying for them, they either do an honest Teshuvah or they’re just placating/fakely appeasing me because they know that being nice to me is tied to their eternal life vs. damnation... But You know the secret hearts of all. And You made me perfectly, according to Your perfect will to finally bring fulfillment to the Messianic prophecies. But I’m also in here to be taught the last things I need to be taught before we actually embark on this Journey. Perhaps I’m not ready yet. Perhaps, once I can finally set my boundaries straight, keep them, and not let anyone f**k w/ them, is when I’ll finally be able to be comfortable w/ the ‘three strikes, you’re out’ thing. My Korean name means, ‘the wisdom of Jesus,’ not ‘the mercy of Jesus.’ That f**ker’s mercy is what f**ked everyone up, had them believing it was okay to sin in some ways but not others, and had everyone go psychotic w/ his sensual delusions of spiritual things. He got it completely wrong, and ended up becoming Satanist/Luciferian, starting Satanism/Luciferianism, then lying about f**king everything. He picked his own death, but now, he’s just roaming around and possessing so many... Only You can bring an end to this. So plz do! End him! He’s gross! He raped me enough times & f**ked w/ me enough for You to end him. Please end him, Mary, Baal, and Daniel NOW! Gosh. I’m sick of this fake love & talking about me behind my back. He’s evil. I bet he’s an Egyptian who lied about being Jewish. Not even a Jew, and had to lie to everyone about him being “the one,” just so people could find him credible... just like Mem, and just like T****... TYSM for the gift of my bull star!!!

We are only human, so we will only have human-like reactions to everything going on around us, in conjunction w/ Your will/master plan for us, unlike the prideful-a*s ‘holier-than-thou’ striving-to-be angels f**kers keeping their emotions repressed until they go f**king manic... since that’s not how You created us..

G_d, I love You, & how faithful You are to those that truly do love you.

I guess people don’t truly love You if they can’t humble themselves to a point where they can accept the truth... OK thx G_d, ilysm. ALWAYS be w/ me, no matter how sinful I get!! <3

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7.15.19

HEY YESHU YOU F**KA*S. You already dun raped me enough. F**K OFF & DIE. F**k this PNES. F**k your nonexistent penis, you intersexed demon.

Animals can’t talk, so they are allowed to fight back physically. -Humans can talk, so we should fight back w/ words, instead of animal-like.

Get rid of IVF. Not G_d’s will. -Adoption is. --If you fear/reject adoption for whatever reason, you don’t deserve/aren’t fit to be “parents” to a child/baby. -->So: Work on yourself. -IVF babies that exist now are obviously G_d’s plan, but seriously- no more. --ex: Me, but I’m cursed. All the time. It took HECKA praying for me to be unbound from this sin of my parents, and takes continuous prayer to ward off evil. NOT a life you want for yourself, nor your kids. Promise. It was only G_d that sustained me because He needs me to do LOTS of work for the salvation of all Jewish souls, but.... the wicked fall in their own destruction, until/unless they Teshuvah.

G_d, GET RID OF THAT DEMON & ITS SPAWNS ON EARTH, ESPECIALLY IN FLORIDA!!! OMFG. He’s making everyone psychotic there... Pwease, G_d!!!

G_d, I thank You so much for using me to show Jews the righteous way of life. Many reject this righteous way of life for some reason. I don’t get it. It’s so perfect & lovely. I just thank You for allowing me to be a beacon of Your true light and perfect love. Thank You for healing us!!! <3

פיליה בן ישראל: Name change after actual, physical, ritualistic conversion?

LOL Christians may shut us up IRL, but we be the only ones speaking the truth online...

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~~~~WAY more to come later, in His perfect timing!!