#The government owes me so much god damn money already

[salvadorbonaparte]

Just for the record I don't think it counts as scamming the government when the government is like "if you have savings or income you can't get a student loan even if it's less money than you'd need to survive on".

[mrsjadecurtiss]

What do you think of Robert? What are your opinions on him, do you think that if the war never happened that he'd still go down this self destructive path?

I think Robert was fundamentally not made to be a king - He has the charisma and the looks and is an able warrior, but his negative character traits are indulged and enhanced by his position and led him down an almost unavoidable path.

Robert is someone who above all wants to enjoy and live an easy life:

"You need to come south," Robert told him. "You need a taste of summer before it flees. [...] Flowers everywhere, the markets bursting with food, the summerwines so cheap and so good that you can get drunk just breathing the air. Everyone is fat and drunk and rich." He laughed and slapped his own ample stomach a thump. "And the girls, Ned!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. "I swear, women lose all modesty in the heat.[...]" The king laughed happily. Robert Baratheon had always been a man of huge appetites, a man who knew how to take his pleasures. - Eddard I, aGoT

"Robert wanted smiles and cheers, always, so he went where he found them, to his friends and his whores. Robert wanted to be loved." - Sansa IV, aCoK

He has just enough of a moral understanding to at least know when he is doing wrong and to even feel bad about it at times, but not enough to actually change anything about himself.

The rage was gone from him now; in his eyes Ned saw something sad and scared. "I should not have hit [Cersei]. That was not … that was not kingly." He stared down at his hands, as if he did not quite know what they were. - Eddard X, aGoT

Robert desires to have an easy life, he wants to be loved, he wants to have fun, but he does not want to deal with the hard and unpleasant things. In times of crisis, he wants to take the easy way out, and he prefers to avoid uncomfortable truths.

Lord Tywin stared at him as if he had lost his wits. "[...] When I laid those bodies before the throne, no man could doubt that we had forsaken House Targaryen forever. And Robert's relief was palpable. As stupid as he was, even he knew that Rhaegar's children had to die if his throne was ever to be secure. Yet he saw himself as a hero, and heroes do not kill children." - Tyrion VI, aSoS

"Well, now I know Jaime's dark sin, and the matter can be forgotten. I am heartily sick of secrets and squabbles and matters of state, Ned." - Eddard II, aGoT

"Most likely the king did not know," Littlefinger said. "It would not be the first time. Our good Robert is practiced at closing his eyes to things he would rather not see." - Eddard IV, aGoT

He feels most comfortable when he is surrounded by people who love him and know how to handle him/want the best for him, and steer him onto the right path in a way where he can still feel good about himself.

"These are difficult times. I need good men about me. Men like Jon Arryn. He served as Lord of the Eyrie, as Warden of the East, as the Hand of the King. He will not be easy to replace." - Eddard I, aGoT

In an environment that works against him, or goes against his wishes even if it is for the better, it creates a destructive energy in him. He cannot stand dissent to his wishes because it robs him of a pleasure he desires, and creates unwanted conflict. He also cannot handle constructive criticism because it makes him confront unpleasant truths - he always wants the easiest path with the least tension. If he is presented with a situation that strains his limits as there is no amiable solution to a difficult/disturbing problem, his reaction is a toxic one; turning to rage and violence even towards his own child.

Not for the first time, he wondered what he was doing here and why he had come. He was no Jon Arryn, to curb the wildness of his king and teach him wisdom. Robert would do what he pleased, as he always had, and nothing Ned could say or do would change that. - Eddard II, aGoT

He may act against what he knows is right, because it is the easiest route; like when he has the wolf Lady killed to please Cersei:

“A costly pelt,” Robert grumbled. “I want no part of this, woman. You can damn well buy your furs with Lannister gold.” [...] "We have a wolf," Cersei Lannister said. Her voice was very quiet, but her green eyes shone with triumph. It took them all a moment to comprehend her words, but when they did, the king shrugged irritably. "As you will. Have Ser Ilyn see to it." - “Robert, you cannot mean this,” Ned protested. The king was in no mood for more argument. “Enough, Ned, I will hear no more." - Eddard III, aGoT

"I am sorry for your girl, Ned. Truly. About the wolf, I mean. My son was lying, I'd stake my soul on it." - Eddard VII, aGoT

And when Ned reprimands him about Daenerys he will not hear dissent, even though he knows deep down that it is wrong:

He gave the king a long cool look. “Would [the man who spared Barristan] were here today.” Robert had shame enough to blush. “It was not the same,” he complained. “Ser Barristan was a knight of the Kingsguard.” - “Whereas Daenerys is a fourteen-year-old girl.”

[...] “Not another word. Have you forgotten who is king here?” - “No, Your Grace,” Ned replied. “Have you?” - “Enough!” the king bellowed. “I am sick of talk. I’ll be done with this, or be damned."

[...] “I will not be part of murder, Robert. Do as you will, but do not ask me to fix my seal to  it.” For a moment Robert did not seem to understand what Ned was saying. Defiance was not a dish he tasted often. Slowly his face changed as comprehension came. [...] “You are the King’s Hand, Lord Stark. You will do as I command you, or I’ll find me a Hand who will.” - “I wish him every success.” Ned [...] laid [his badge of office] on the table in front of the king, saddened by the memory of the man who had pinned it on him, the friend he had loved. “I thought you a better man than this, Robert. I thought we had made a nobler king.” Robert’s face was purple. “Out,” he croaked, choking on his rage. “[...] Go, run back to Winterfell. And make certain I never look on your face again, or I swear, I’ll have your head on a spike!” - Eddard VIII, aGoT

“Gods have mercy,” he muttered, swallowing his agony. “The girl. Daenerys. Only a child, you were right . . . that’s why, the girl . . . the gods sent the boar . . . sent to punish me . . .” - Eddard XIII, aGoT

Robert is a man who always wants it easy, he wants his demands to always be fulfilled, to be loved and have fun without dealing with the bad things; but an important theme that is repeated over and over in asoiaf is that you can only act good if you are willing to face the bad that may come with it, and if you cannot live with the consequences, your action might not be justified.*

Bran thought about it. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" - "That is the only time a man can be brave." - Bran I, aGoT

"Sacrifice . . . is never easy, Davos. Or it is no true sacrifice." - Davos VI, aSoS

"The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die." - Bran I, aGoT

Ned stood, gently disengaging himself from Sansa's grasp. All the weariness of the past four days had returned to him. "Do it yourself then, Robert," he said in a voice cold and sharp as steel. "At least have the courage to do it yourself." - Robert looked at Ned with flat, dead eyes and left without a word, his footsteps heavy as lead. Silence filled the hall. - Eddard III, aGoT

This is why putting him on the throne was poison - all the power in the world, and noone who would dare go against his wishes. It indulges all of Robert's worst traits, and buries anything he had inside him that was salvageable.

Ser Barristan Selmy spoke up. "Your Grace," he said, "it is not seemly that the king should ride into the melee. It would not be a fair contest. Who would dare strike you?" - "Ser Barristan is right. There's not a man in the Seven Kingdoms who would dare risk your displeasure by hurting you." - Eddard VII, aGoT

I am surrounded by flatterers and fools, the king had insisted. Ned looked down the council table and wondered which were the flatterers and which the fools. He thought he knew already. - Eddard IV, aGoT

And Robert knows it - he knows being a king isn't for him, that he doesn't enjoy the actual work that goes into governing, that he doesn't have the personality for such politics or to deal with the people involved, and that he would much rather spend his time enjoying life and doing what he loves...

"Look at what kinging has done to me. Gods, too fat for my armor, how did it ever come to this? [...] I swear to you, I was never so alive as when I was winning this throne, or so dead as now that I’ve won it." - Eddard VII, aGoT

"I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one. Laws are a tedious business and counting coppers is worse. And the people … there is no end of them. I sit on that damnable iron chair and listen to them complain until my mind is numb and my ass is raw. They all want something, money or land or justice. The lies they tell … and my lords and ladies are no better. I am surrounded by flatterers and fools. It can drive a man to madness, Ned. Half of them don't dare tell me the truth, and the other half can't find it. There are nights I wish we had lost at the Trident. Ah, no, not truly, but …" - Eddard I, aGoT

Robert groaned with good-humored impatience. "If I wanted to honor you, I'd let you retire. I am planning to make you run the kingdom and fight the wars while I eat and drink and wench myself into an early grave." - Eddard I, aGoT

"Let me tell you a secret, Ned. More than once, I have dreamed of giving up the crown. Take ship for the Free Cities with my horse and my hammer, spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for. The sellsword king, how the singers would love me." - Eddard VII, aGoT

And yet he doesn't do anything about it and keeps staying at the position he hates - he does not want to deal with the uncomfortable consequences that would come with upsetting the status quo, or making changes to his own personality and going through growth, or confronting ugly truths about himself in a productive way, etc etc.

He does make a talk of changes at times during aGoT, and seems to have a sense of responsibility about his Job, but as it is his desire for changes came too late, and what responsibility he felt mostly served to paralyze him in place.

"The sellsword king, how the singers would love me. You know what stops me? The thought of Joffrey on the throne, with Cersei standing behind him whispering in his ear. My son. How could I have made a son like that, Ned?" - Eddard VII, aGoT

"I'm still young, and now that you're here with me, things will be different. We'll make this a reign to sing of, and damn the Lannisters to seven hells." - Eddard VII, aGoT

In a way Joffrey is to Robert what Ramsay is to Roose: an exploration of the inherent flaw in their way of life, demonstrated in the most extreme case. In Joffrey's case, it shows what happens to give someone unlimited power with noone daring to oppose them.

Do you think that if the war never happened that he'd still go down this self destructive path?

It's a little unclear which war you mean, so I will briefly touch on several points:

There could have been ideal circumstances where he might have worked out as a king, if he was surrounded by people who know the perfect way to deal with him and make him work past his flaws (intuitively doing the work of a modern therapist), but the average life is not ideal and grrm shows the realistic fate of a man like Robert.

I think by the time Ned arrived it was sadly too late to change - maybe if the Lannisters didn't exist, or this or that event hadn't happened, but Grrm shows that most of what lead to Robert's downfall was in the end caused by himself. Cersei kills him because she came to despise the man he was, and for good reason as he abused her during all her marriage - and while he has some scenes of feeling bad or even apologizing for it, he never made any attempts to actually change the terrible way he was treating her.

If Robert's Rebellion never happened, he would have probably made an able enough Lord of Storm's End; delegating his "boring" administrative duties to his advisors and maester, enjoying the privileges of highborn life, and having just enough responsibility to feel like the alpha male of his society yet not enough to do as lasting damage as he did for the throne. He would not have been the best Lord, but sadly there are many worse in Westeros, since the entire dynastic ruling system is inherently flawed. If he would have been a better person depends on who he is surrounded with, if circumstances would have motivated him to change, or if perhaps his position of power and outward influences would still just have indulged him into the man he was in aGoT. Ultimately, there are a lot of butterfly effects leading to different results that i’m sure have been explored in many fics.

"Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature." - Eddard IX, aGoT

This was the boy he had grown up with, he thought; this was the Robert Baratheon he'd known and loved. If he could prove that the Lannisters were behind the attack on Bran, prove that they had murdered Jon Arryn, this man would listen. Then Cersei would fall, and the Kingslayer with her, and if Lord Tywin dared to rouse the west, Robert would smash him as he had smashed Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident. He could see it all so clearly. - Eddard VII, aGoT    

What do you think of Robert?

Since i am someone who frequently enjoys morally grey and villainous characters, despite his many negative traits i have a fondness of Robert; I think he is an interesting character and very human in his flaws, and there is a lot of melancholy to his story that makes me somber about him even if it obviously does not excuse his bad actions. I also think he has a great character design that's fun to draw and some fun boisterous scenes, and some of his positive qualities remind me of people i know.

*Stannis is an interesting character as Robert’s brother, as he is the opposite to him in this regard, as well as in many aspects of their personality and even their outward presentation (like how Stannis crops his beard short to contrast Robert’s wild one)

[seyaryminamoto]

my school works are piled up this past few weeks (graduating tingz) and i just started reading the deadlock novel it feels like i'm reading a sokkla fic every time Mcashe has a scene because they just give off the vibes skskskskksksks. BTW, what's your top5 fav scenes from the novel? PS: I'm smiling like an idiot while reading the novel ughh i hate myself

I KNOW, RIIIIIGHT?! *-* and don't hate yourself, my anon friend, I spent the whole novel smiling and laughing and losing my goddamn mind because I was having the time of my life xD enjoy this beautiful content as best you can!

I mean, frankly, Reunion already had all the Sokkla vibes I could've wanted/needed to ship these two like FedEx and I always knew I wasn't getting off this ride anytime soon. But gosh, this book... it gave me everything I wanted and MORE! Their dynamics are soooo similar to Sokkla team-up dynamics, two power couples kicking ass and taking names... oh, I just love it so much. I probably will end up reading the book a third time soon x'D

As for my favorite scenes, damn, this is tricky xD

KEYCHAIN! HE MADE HER KEYCHAIN!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! God, it's just amazing how the book explains the "vintage" look for Ashe's hoverbike the way it does, and that they literally built it together *screams!!!*, but then he gives her that keychain for her birthday present, and the implications!! THE IMPLICATIONS!!! He gave her a keychain she's held onto for TWENTY YEARS?!?!?! Ships in the OW fandom have sailed far and wide with less than breadcrumbs: we literally have been granted a boon from the GODS with all this extra context for the little things in Reunion xD

Ashe going to hell and back to save her kidnapped BFF-for-whom-she-totally-doesn't-have-feelings-yeah-yeah-sure-Jan. I love the fact that McCree is, in a way, Ashe's damsel in distress and not the other way around xD Of course, it's what you'd expect from an Ashe-centric story, but it's still an amazing sequence, all around. Gotta highlight how she loves the way he smiles like a madman when they have that shootout at the end, and how he worries so much over Ashe's injury when he took an even worse one than she did (the Sokkla vibes in that particular situation were SO STRONG! I SWEAR!).

"Jesse McCree, are you trying to make me say you're handsome?" "Am I?" ... do I need to say more. That FLIRTING. These two were on fire already and they'd only known each other for like... weeks, at this point? x'D He has no sense of moderation, he's soooo into her and doesn't hide it at all. Ashe is so busy trying to plot all the crime and Jesse's practically like a shojo heroine, "oh I can feel it, this is how my love story begins!", basically xD

Finally I pick a not-McAshe scene... to bring up the one where Ashe picks up the Viper on her last moment in Lead Rose Manor. That moment was just... POWERFUL. The feeling of epicness in that scene just overwhelmed me when I was reading it xD

The ending of the book :'D the fully formed Deadlock Gang ready for business, down to the explanation for the Est. 1976 in the logo... *sobs* the fact that so much about the character design choices in these two characters is a shoutout to the past they share is just... *gross sobbing* oh, I just love it to pieces, I'm not even sorry.

Ashe's bike race to save B.O.B. x'D that whole situation was bonkers but I looooved how fierce she was about protecting her one and only buddy while growing up (AND THAT JESSE BLUSHED WHEN SHE TAUNTED HIM WAS JUST THE CHERRY ON TOP!). I appreciated learning more about the Omnic War and its consequences, how Ashe reflects on having escaped it practically untouched in virtue of her money and societal privilege while her new friends all faced many hardships to survive. But I can't help but also love that, however uneasy others could have been about the Best Omnic Butler, Ashe was so fiercely loyal to B.O.B. that she nearly broke Julian's nose herself over his ridiculousness x'D That's HER big omnic buddy and she's not about to lose him to anyone, not her shitty parents, not a bet in a race, NOTHING! (and it's so cute that B.O.B. is just as loyal to her, too *sobs*)

Ashe grabbing McCree's arm to explain things to him on their first heist and him being all "you gonna leave that there?" and only then does she realize her hand's still on him x'D what a McCree line, and he was absolutely enjoying the attention, he doesn't even pretend otherwise.

Everything poetic McCree says or does... meanwhile Ashe's like "um yeah I don't care about poetry I want money", right until his poet soul totally smashes her square in the heart with the KEYCHAIN!!! But damn, I swear I thought McCree would hold back a lot more, and yet there he was, saying things like Calamity was brilliant and mysterious... you could practically hear B.O.B., Julian and Frankie going "I can see what's happening..." in the background xD

The conversation about what they wanted to do once they were loaded with all the cash they could possibly want. That one was a real number on my heartstrings. It ties up to what I said earlier with Ashe finally being in touch with people who are completely removed from the ridiculous social circles of her parents and her school, people who really lost a lot in the war. But where Julian and Frankie seem to look at the past a lot, I loved that Jesse is basically just thinking about the future. The fact that he says he wants to chill out in a farm and that this is what he wants in life... many, MANY, shippy wheels have turned in my head since I read that <.< maaaany...

WHEN JESSE NEARLY FALLS AND ASHE CATCHES HIM!!! UNDERRRATED AS HECK!!! The fact that he's taunting her about fear of heights, then he nearly plummets to his death because ironies are beautiful xD and Ashe pulls him back to safety only to say that she's not afraid of heights but afraid of ~FALLING~??? I mean, okay, sure, maybe I'm reading too much into that line... or maybe I'm not <.< either way, the truth is I just love how absolutely broad of interpretation that scene and that DIALOGUE are :> ehehehe.

Oh, their first encounter. The fact that it's so cute and fun, and that it's this low in the list tells you how GOOD this book was x'D "You've got an awful lot of grit for a rich girl," first words he spoke to the love of his life xD then how they talked and laughed together about the crazy stories he shared (she was crying of laughter for the first time in her life! precious girl!), and then how she sat in the car thinking about the strange feeling she was left with after meeting him... they seriously had a meetcute in prison, how can a ship get any better? xD

WHEN HE COMES BACK TO HER WHEN THEIR FIRST HEIST GOES WRONG!!! That Ashe expects him to just leave after she falls off their getaway vehicle, but Jesse saves her and goes "pfft that's just not my style", basically... *sobs* without realizing it she ends up picking up that particular philosophy of his, saving her friends no matter the cost...! Honestly, though, the fact that every time something like this happens it hits Ashe like a truck racing downhill with no brakes because she's NEVER been cared about by anyone but B.O.B. and she's completely new to friendships and bonding with people... and in the mean time, Jesse immediately is "ride or die" with her because that's how he rolls... beautiful relationship dynamics between characters who influence each other for the better are just beautiful :')

A silly one here: Jesse enjoying the good life in Lead Rose. That description of him looking like a marshmallow in the CHAISE LOUNGEEEEE!!! (the one he references in their in-game interactions *CRYING SO MANY TEARS*), was just too cute to bear x'D Ashe just jumping back into work mode... while he was just thrilled to be a marshmallow in a towel xD

... So, um, I went overboard because I love this book a little too much for my own good :> what can I say? When things I love are good, I go wild xD There's probably more scenes I loved, but these... thirteen? XD are the ones that came to mind.

I think one of my favorite things now is reexamining Reunion with all this extra context in mind. The first time I watched that cinematic I, of course, fell in love with these two outlaws because how could I not? But while subsequent rewatches revealed a lot of things I didn't pay enough attention to the first time around, the book has done even more than I could imagine possible for a short that was already as shippy as could be xD

Ooookay so, shippy ramblings about Reunion, coming up! (simply because I have to put these down SOMEWHERE XD and your ask was a good idea for that, anon!)

First off, Jesse very much staged the whole rodeo in Reunion. He sent the tip to Ashe, he wanted Echo's crate specifically. He thought they could work together, basically, despite knowing it was entirely possible that those hopes wouldn't pay off. This train, according to the wikia, was a government train, so Jesse is very much telling Ashe to give a finger to the government for all he cares, all he wants is one (1) crate.

Ergo, Jesse, for all his "nice guy bountyhunter" deal, doesn't disapprove of Deadlock's actions. If anything, he counts on them to be exactly what he needs in order to get what he wants. He practically trusts Ashe to pull off the train heist disaster perfectly and only steps up when it's time to collect Echo.

Then the wacky shoot-out happens, it's veeeery charged (the UST is so thick, I swear...), and Jesse wins. He ties up Ashe, floats her off on the payload with the rest of the gang, and he sets Echo free. He's helping her out very nicely and everything, but the context in question is... he received the recall notification thingy XD Winston called him back to Overwatch, and Jesse...

... Jesse doesn't want to go back.

Jesse says "they want me", and the displeased tone of his voice, paired with the look on his face when he says that line, speak for themselves.

That, in my humble opinion, isn't the sequence of expressions you'd expect from someone who intends to return to the group where he thrived, had the time of his life and found his true calling. To me, he actually looks irritated about the recall (the sequence of expressions during that line is much better when you watch the full thing x'D), as though he REALLY doesn't want to return. He's not against Overwatch, I'm not quite saying that, otherwise he wouldn't have set Echo free and told her to go back at all... but this isn't remorse. It's not "Oh, I'm not good enough for Overwatch anymore". Nope... this is "My time with them is over and I don't plan on going back unless I have no choice", as far as I can tell.

If OW2 does bring him back into the fold and he's a perfectly chill and happy guy about it, I'll seriously be surprised. I mean, he could have set Echo free and, once his business is over, returned to Overwatch with her, he could have been in the Paris cinematic if he'd done that...

But he's not there.

Which outright says he didn't do that :> oops.

Basically, I think Jesse's reaction in Retribution (where he's markedly the most morally correct one of the bunch, and he's the former outlaw :'D) tells you his displeasure with Overwatch ran very, very deep. And someone can very easily say he felt the same way about Deadlock and that's why he left them for Overwatch... but that's conjecture. His displeasure with Blackwatch (and, in consequence, Overwatch), however, is FACT. And the previous conjecture falls flat pretty quickly considering he's perfectly fine with Ashe's train heist, even sets it up himself, from what the story suggests, so... how ~appalled~ was he over her choices and actions? Not appalled at all, if you ask me, and after you read Deadlock Rebels, you actually understand why: Jesse trusts Ashe.

From the first moment she enters the same prison block he's in, he's drawn to her. He wants to impress her, he absolutely enjoys her company and making her laugh (just as much as she enjoyed laughing at his wacky stories), and he's plain thrilled that she comes back for him when she does. Ashe manages the gang with inexperience but she's always willing to improve, and you see Jesse sticking with her through thick and thin, supporting her at the best and worst times alike, always putting his faith on her and constantly watching out for her (he protected and shielded her from attacks with his own body sooooo many times *sobs*). Ashe starts out intending to keep most profits for herself, and Jesse doesn't care much at first... but then she starts to share profit equally between their team. She works on her own bike herself, her own ride, and she plans and solves problems as best she can, to a point of even going overboard with planning too much. She's wild, reckless and takes insane risks... and this guy loves every second of it. The matter of morality regarding the actions of a criminal gang is, of course, something to think about... but as far as the book goes, Ashe mainly targets her own family, their specific brand of bullshit, and in the process she ends up helping lots of people and even saving lives that might not have been saved otherwise. I'm not going to put my hand on the fire here and say Deadlock never ever did anything absolutely wrong to people who didn't deserve it... but for a criminal gang? They're honestly the most wholesome one the OW team could have come up with, if you ask me.

So where you see Jesse is very much antagonistic with Reaper/Reyes, where he loses his temper with the guy's choices, he doesn't ever do that with Ashe. Overwatch ARE supposed to be the good guys... so how weird that Jesse McCree, reformed outlaw, ends up so disappointed with these guys when he was actually thrilled with Ashe's managing of their gang, as far as we saw. So much so that, when it came down to it, Jesse McCree, 20 years later, still counts on Ashe to give him a hand (without her full awareness) with a little operation to help out an old friend of his. Also worth pointing out: he doesn't want to fight at all, while Ashe, of course, does. Deadlock for life, is what Jesse said... and he's not Deadlock anymore, hasn't been for who knows how long. Worse yet... his tattooed arm is gone. It's like all his ties to Deadlock have been severed.

And even so, he came to Ashe and hoped she wouldn't want a shootout with him. Even when he knows she might be beyond unforgiving because of the betrayal (he has seen directly how outraged she was about a certain someone betraying her in the book...), Jesse goes back anyway and hopes it won't come to this.

THE IMPLICATIONS, MAN!!!

Carrying on: Echo is surprised that Jesse shows no intentions of going back to Overwatch. She asks him what he's going to do... and what does Jesse say?

He puts his cowboy hat back on (the symbolism in this short, I swear...), and when she asks him what he's going to do, he tells her "I've got some business to attend to."

THE MUSIC PICKS UP.

AND THEN HE CLIMBS ON THE BIKE HE BUILT WITH ASHE.

YOU GET A DELIBERATE CLOSE-UP TO THE KEYCHAIN.

THEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO FOCUS ON THE PICTURE, TORN AND TAPED BACK TOGETHER, THAT ASHE CARRIES ON THIS BIKE, A BIKE WHICH, LET'S BE REAL, IS BASICALLY A MCASHE BABY CHOPPER/HOVERBIKE HYBRID, AND AS SHE PUTS IT LATER, IS...

HER

BIKE!!!

When Jesse says he has business to attend to, he could pick up any bike he wants (since it'd stand to reason that the other guys Ashe came in with would have bikes of their own). He could escape on horseback for all we know xD so there are lots of options... but no. He takes HERS. Right after saying he has "business to attend to".

Look, I could be wrong. I could be dead wrong. I can absolutely be digging around and going INSANE because nothing I ship EVER gets this much content.

But we literally get a guy saying he has "business" to take care of, and the cinematic focuses exclusively on elements that, even BEFORE Deadlock Rebels, all point towards Ashe?! You could easily say that taking her bike is just the final nail on the coffin, his last trolling idea to mess with his one true love... but that picture is right there. That picture, with them in their youth. The picture, btw, was bigger than just them: B.O.B.'s hand is there. The top of the picture is uneven, suggesting Ashe probably tore it to shreds in a fit of rage... and then specifically put together THEIR PART. And then she taped that to her bike's dashboard. Meaning, she carries the goddamn memory of Jesse with her EVERYWHERE SHE GOES. And she does it WILLINGLY.

Which, in turn, answers why Jesse expects MAYBE Ashe wouldn't go full-on hostile when they meet: this trolling cowboy knows exactly what he means to Ashe. He's not surprised when he sees that picture on the bike. He doesn't toss it away, which he could have, if he were saying "we are history now, forget it gurl" (and let's be honest, what a dick move that would have been @_@), he doesn't flinch after noticing and then goes "yeah, no, I'm picking another bike".

NOPE. The familiarity with which they talk, the way he hopes she'll just let him walk away, the fact that she DIDN'T change the keychain and bike in all those years and he's not even SURPRISED...

Jesse knows how much she loves him, point-blank. He's completely aware of it... and he's very much okay with it.

So much so... that I'm something of a 90% sure that the business he intends to deal with is ASHE HERSELF.

And no, I don't mean he's going to go on another shootout with her... I mean, evidently, that Jesse wants to come home. That he's tried the life of Overwatch, and he's decided to leave it behind. He's turned bountyhunter now, vigilante, pretty much... but he comes back to Ashe all the same. He's come back for the first time in who knows how long (going by Ashe's expressions and sarcasm with the "you promised you'd write" line, it miiiiiiight be they haven't seen each other since he got recruited into Blackwatch), and he expected a peaceful encounter, no less.

A good question to ask here is... what did Jesse hope would happen, if the encounter HAD been peaceful? He would've released Echo, sent her away to her business, and stayed behind anyway because he had business to deal with. Which business? :'D why... the business that would've been standing right in front of him.

There's no other, logical reason why this cinematic would put Ashe and McCree's picture into focus right when McCree says what he does to Echo. There's no other reasonable choice why McCree would turn his back on Overwatch quite so firmly. We know he had two important ties in his life: Overwatch and Deadlock. And Overwatch stole him away from Deadlock for a VERY long time. Well over half the time Deadlock has been in operations, as far as I can tell. He picked Overwatch over Deadlock once before... and now, it seems he's picking Deadlock over Overwatch instead :')

The follow-up short, Roadtrip, doesn't do anything to change my mind. The trolling jerk, Jesse McCree, hovers past Ashe's payload, where she's just... complaining, as she hovers xD going by what I know of the game and that map, the payload may just be en route to the gang's hideout, so that, I'd say, could explain why she hasn't climbed off it or escaped in any way (which she reasonably would have, if Jesse was trying to, I don't know, send her and her people to the authorities).

My point here is, however, that Jesse is headed the same way the payload is. If his destination is the same one, he'll beat it there for sure. Maybe, yes, he'll go away and drive well past the hideout... but maybe that's exactly where he intended to go.

Maybe, in the end, Reunion is about a man who's finally coming home :D

In addition, goes without saying, Ashe's rant about how everyone falls to pieces over Jesse showing his "stupid mug" (uh-huh, stupid, ANGELIC mug, we know what you really think, girl xD) ends with her saying she should have "put a bullet in him the minute he showed up".

Which begs the question of why didn't she.

Then, of course, she says she hates McCree when he drives past her while listening to some really ridiculous honky-tonky-sounding music x'D I cannot even help but imagine him deliberately picking that radio station or whatever it was just to annoy Ashe when he drove beside her, and so that she can get extra pissed when she retrieves her beloved bike, turns on the music and it's just more honky-tonky stuff x'D but anyway, the thing is she shouts after him, tells him that's her bike and says she hates him. B.O.B. wordlessly speaks for us McAshe shippers by giving Ashe the most "sure, Jan" side-eye in the history of side-eyes, and Ashe notices and is outraged enough to knock B.O.B.'s little hat right off his head again.

Again... this is renowned outlaw Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe, sitting on a payload, groaning about the guy she once very much had feelings for (and that doesn't even begin to cut it, if you ask me x'D) and for whom she tooooootally doesn't anymore, that picture on her bike doesn't MEAN that, OBVIOUSLYYYY!!, and so, she sits up, complains and doesn't do much of anything to get out of her current situation, right? :>

So, summing up my current understanding of EVERYTHING, thanks to Deadlock Rebels and my obsessive rewatches of Reunion + Roadtrip:

Jesse deliberately sought out Ashe so she would indirectly, unknowingly, help him set Echo free from the government's clutches.

Jesse hoped for a peaceful encounter despite knowing he might not get one.

Jesse has no intentions of returning to Overwatch but was willing to perform one final act of service for them by releasing Echo so she'd go give Winston and co. a hand.

Jesse is NOT surprised to see that Ashe: 1. Didn't change bikes at some point in the twenty years since they built it. 2. Didn't swap the ignition key for a button, the way she says she thought to do it in the novel until he gives her the keychain. 3. KEPT THE POETIC AF KEYCHAIN, despite resenting Jesse for his betrayal. 4. KEEPS A PICTURE OF THEM IN THEIR YOUNGER YEARS PASTED ON HER BIKE'S DASHBOARD.

Jesse claims he has business to deal with: he doesn't clarify said business verbally, but every shot after he says those words focuses on elements related to Ashe... and then, along with the novel's context, it's elements related to their BOND. Everything in that shot, EVERYTHING, is connected to the two of them. Elements that weren't shown before or during their shootout, and that are only introduced in that final moment when McCree is off to deal with his "business".

Ashe doesn't climb off the payload or stops it (which, going by how McCree simply pressed a button, and Ashe isn't immobilized in the least, she easily could have done it too if she had wanted to). Suggesting that, wherever the payload is heading, it isn't anywhere dangerous for Ashe and her crew, ergo, she is 100% sure McCree isn't trying to screw her over by turning her in to the authorities or so (or, at worst, she's completely confident that, even if he is going to do this, she'll be able to get out of it easily).

Jesse drives in the same direction the payload is headed. Another hint that suggests he might intend to head to the Deadlock hideout and that, whatever business he has left to deal with, it involves them.

If his intent ISN'T to go to the hideout... Jesse is still guaranteeing that Ashe will come after him by stealing her bike, the 18th birthday gift he gave her, and the picture she keeps of them. That he takes that very bike practically serves as painting a target on his back for her to hunt down, and he KNOWS IT.

In short: Jesse will have plenty of business with the Deadlock Gang in his future, and going by how pleased he seems to be when riding the bike, he's perfectly happy to handle that business on his terms, whenever he wants to handle it.

Extra tidbit: there's nothing in Deadlock Rebels about Jesse's smoking habit, something he definitely did pick up at some point while in the gang because, hahaha, he IS smoking in the picture Ashe keeps of him :> Which makes me wonder why, of all pictures Ashe chooses to keep on her bike's dashboard, she picks one where he's smoking.

Then, it makes me wonder about the fact that Jesse deliberately starts smoking when he's standing right in front of her (and then he winks at her!). He tosses that cigar after things get kind of dangerous for him because B.O.B. does something, and then... then he goes back to smoking.

RIGHT WHEN HE'S CLIMBING ON THE BIKE.

Like... seriously...

*unintelligible fangirl screaming*

I could be looking too deeply into this. I know I could be. Maybe Blizzard just wants me to go CRAZY with little symbolism and hints charged with SO MUCH MEANING that maybe don't have as much meaning as I thought it did...

... But man, I've sailed into the depths of the shippiest oceans for many ships that have gotten actual breadcrumbs from canon. I've gone wild over ships that have zero opportunity to become a thing in canon continuity. I've written a nearly 3M words story based on a ship that is just UNEXPLORED AMAZING POTENTIAL and ngl, I love exploring it myself, so I don't even begrudge canon that much for not giving it to me anymore.

But the fact is, no ship in OW, as far as I've seen, has remotely as much content, hints and strong ties as McAshe does -- at least, no ships between heroes. We had a cinematic that was CHARGED with significance, with little gestures, with even the smallest facial expressions that carried soooo much more meaning than whole episodes or even seasons in TV shows. And then? We got a novel. A full novel depicting their origins and exploring their dynamics, how tight their friendship was, and how some strong feelings were certainly brewing there, even if neither one was ready to act on them yet (as far as we saw...).

Finally... I'll say I did start working on a Sokkla Western AU ages ago because the idea I had for one was pretty amusing. Then Reunion dropped, and I said "Why would I need to finish that story anymore when the Sokkla Western AU is RIGHT HERE?!"

And that's it, I will stop rambling now because this got insanely long x'D but thank you very very much for giving me this chance to go WILD on everything I can see, within all those canon hints, with these two *-*

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Tremors

Let's get you out of the sun for a spell.

Please move your fat ass.

Well, when I'm your age I'll probably forget what I eat, too.

How many cows does it take to make a stampede? Is it like three or more? Is there a minimum speed?

You will have long blonde hair, big green eyes, nice full breasts that stand up and say hello, ass that won't quit. And legs, legs that go all the way up!

Yeah, well, I'm getting what I refer to scientifically as "weird vibes."

They're all the same; dead weight. Can't make a decision, can't walk because of their shoes, can't work because of their fingernails. Make my skin crawl!

Well, I'm a victim of circumstance.

Twenty years of looking for a woman exactly like Miss October 1968, and where'd it get me?

Down, honey, down.

The way you worry, you're gonna have a heart attack before you get to survive World War III.

Right. We plan ahead. That way we don't do anything right now.

The idea was; we were ripping you off.

Now, you know I'm good for it.

Are we too easy-going?

If we're gonna take the plunge we oughta have a better plan than that.

Stop it! Stop it, you horrid animal!

God almighty, my mama sure didn't raise me for this.

You're the one's gotta have a plan.

What keeps us doing jobs like this is you dragging your feet.

You gonna stand there in broad daylight and tell me you think I'm the reason we're still here?

I'll call that little bluff.

Forget it, man. It's not worth it.

We did it! We faced temptation and we did not bend!

Last chance, asshole.

Jeez, look at that guy.

You're full of shit.

He must've really been drunk this time.

You damn fool, you owe me on this one

Well, whatever the hell happened it's just one more goddamn good reason to haul ass out of this place.

Hey, where the hell's that asshole dog?

We got a killer on the loose!

He's cutting people's heads off!

I'd high-tail for town if I was you!

The phone is out!

We've gotta get the police up here.

Well, there's sure as hell nothing to stop us now.

Is some higher force at work here?

Are we asking too much of life?

You on a booze break or what?!

Where are the bullets? Don't we have any goddamn bullets?

Hey, I don't want spend the night out here!

What the hell you doing back already?

Unreal! Where'd you get it?

It's disgusting.

So, it's some kind of snake?

It's dead all right. Tore the damn thing in half.

There's gotta be more out there, a lot more.

Slick as snot and I'm not lying.

Look, we organize, we arm ourselves.

We go out, we find those damn snake things, we make 'em extinct.

Might be aliens. Who knows?

Why go looking for trouble?

Phone's out. Road's out. We're on our own.

I'm dead. Let's finish in the morning.

Just keep looking at that beautiful sky.

Damn that thing!

Well, what's wrong with it?

You sure this is where it was?

God, what a stink!

Something's got me!

Oh, God! Get me Out!! GET ME OUT!!

Somebody stop it!

You want the rifle or the Smith?

IT'S GOT ME! IT's GOT ME! AAAAHGH!

You stupid punk!

One of these days, [NAME], somebody's gonna kick your ass.

Come back with the Sheriff.

Come back with the National Guard.

That means we're gonna be out here, like, in the dark.

Oh, man, I hate this shit.

Ride like hell.

How could they bury an entire Plymouth station wagon?

They're under the goddamn ground!

There must be a million of them!

It's gaining on us!

We can do it, we can do it!

We killed the bastard!

Did you just notice something weird?

Think it smells like that 'cause it's dead?

I think they shoot right outta its mouth, hook you, and pull you right in.

Good thing we stopped it before it killed anybody else.

I'm lucky it didn't find me.

This is like, well, let's say it, it's probably the biggest zoological discovery of the century.

Just look at what we caught here!

This is one big mother!

Come on, nobody's ever seen one of these!

There are five more of these things!

Five more?

If you compare the different readings, there have to be five.

There's nothing like them in the fossil record, I'm sure.

I'd vote for outer space. No way those are local boys.

The government built them, a big surprise in the next war.

How the hell's it even know we're still here?

It can sense the slightest seismic vibration, hear every move we make.

I always wanted to be stuck on a desert island. But somehow I always imagined, you know, water.

You know, I hate to be crude, but I'm gonna have to take care of some business here.

I'll tell you, if you ever wanted proof God is a man, this is it.

Running's not a plan. Running is what you do when the plan fails.

You're not even trying to come up with a plan!

Think it's still following us?

You go north, I'll go south.

Well, I'm scared, but I'm not sorry.

All right, I'm about as subtle as a donkey's ass.

You think we're not even safe here in town?

I think we should all get the hell out while the getting's good.

You should have a theory at least.

This valley's just one long smorgasbord and if we don't haul ass outta here we're the next course.

You little ass wipe!

You knock that off or you're gonna be shitting that basketball!

Where are we going to go that's safer than right here?

I'm gonna kick his ass!

Man, you got a gun?!

Big as a house!

Remember, no noise. No vibration.

Get off your pogo stick!

Go back, for chrissake!

Come on! Outta your pants!

Just run! Run like screaming fuck!

This oughta hurt like hell.

So, is that one of your usual jobs, saving peoples' lives?

How long till they go away?

Shut it up! Shut the little bastard up!

Quiet! Quiet you hateful thing!

Chuck him out the door!

Son of a bitchin' lowlife, putrid, scum.

I got enough food here to last us for weeks.

Jesus! Shut it off!

Can't you shout a little quieter?

How the hell long it take you to change a tire?

They're coming after you! They're coming right now!

Big monsters under the ground, [NAME]!

Broke into the wrong goddamn rec room, didn't you, you BASTARD!

We killed that motherfucker!

Uh, be advised, however, there are four more, repeat, four more motherfuckers.

They got one! They killed one of the sons of bitches!

You're not getting any penetration, even with the elephant gun.

Never figured on having to shoot through dirt! Best goddamn bullet stop there is.

They can feel our vibrations, but they can't find us.

The bastards are up to something.

Oh, wow, man! No way! No fucking way, man!

They're gonna tear this whole town out from under us!

We'll come get everybody. Just hang on tight.

Since when the hell's every goddamn thing up to us?!

We don't have a hell of a lot of time here.

We need a helicopter is what we need, or a goddamn tank.

Jesus. It's slower than hell.

Couldn't we distract them somehow?

We need a decoy.

Hey, [NAME], you wanna make a buck?

We're gonna save our asses here!

Get real. I'm faster than you.

Damn. Guess I have to do it.

Watch your ass, shithead.

Don't worry about me, jerkoff.

You goddamn suicidal son of a bitch!

He'll never make it! They're gonna get him!

HEY, YOU SORRY SONS OF BITCHES, COME AND GET ME!

Goddamn good thinking!

Me next!

Get me off of here!

We got about three seconds!

God damn! Armored transport!

What do you think? Max firepower or...?

I'd go for penetration.

Give me a gun! I'll take one!

I wouldn't give you a gun if it was World War Three.

Underground goddamn monsters?!

Any sign of'em?

Maybe they're taking a dump.

What the hell are they doing? They're up to something.

I don't care what they're doing as long as they're doing it way over there.

They dug a trap! I can't believe this!

Hungry?! Eat this!!

Here they come! They're coming back!

They'll sure as hell get us if we stay here!

[NAME] do you have any more of those things?

Then, when the explosion happens, if it drives them away again, we all run like goddamn bastards!

What if it doesn't scare them? What if they don't run?

They're so sensitive to sound, they have to run! It hurts too much!

We're gonna run. Get ready.

They're too fast! You can't outrun them, no way!

It worked! There they go!

You asshole! There's no bullets in this gun!

Could we make it to the mountains?

What's the matter with you? What are you talking about?!

Those animals would have killed you!

You haven't seen what they can do.

They're not falling for it!

I'll make'em pay attention, goddamnit

We can't kill them all.

Use the fucking bomb!

This better be one great plan!

We could make some real money off this whole thing, get in People magazine.

Sell the movie rights.

You're really leaving, huh?

There's going to be major research up here.

And thanks for everything, you know, saving my life and stuff.

Civil? I'm civil.

You're not civil, you're glum.

We got the world by the tail with a downhill pull and all of a sudden you go glum on me.

Somebody paying you to do this?

She just practically asked you for a date.

God, my work is never done.

Fine, make the mistakes I did.

I think I'll just be playing this hand myself.

I'd goddamn worship her.

Can you fly, sucker?! CAN YOU FLY?!

[mordoriscalling]

Stay or Sail Away (1/6)

Here comes part one the modern AU fake dating Geraskier fic that I talked about in this post. I’d like to post each part daily. Tagging @geraskier-trashh as requested! :D

***

It’s not that Jaskier has any problem finding someone, thank you very much. It’s just that he’s busy. Busy with concerts and composing, meeting fans at various events, travelling, internet dramas involving Valdo (it’s always fucking Valdo). There’s no time for a relationship, only for occasional one night stands that sometimes that leave him heartbroken because he actually manages to fall in love with someone in the span of a few hours. It’s fine, though. Heartbreak inspires him like little else.

Jaskier's never complained about lack of bed partners, when he seeks them out. He’s charming, after all. Still, the moment he hears “commitment”, he flees. It’s just not his way. Or perhaps he’s never found anyone fascinating enough to commit to; it takes a lot to keep his attention.  He wasn’t even looking for someone like that. Not until recently.

His troubles began a week ago, during a phone call with his mum. She reminded him of his father’s 65th birthday party and asked if he would bring anyone with him. This was followed by a series of questions about his love life because, as his mum put it, “you’re 35, Julian darling, and you’re always working so hard! I worry you’ll end up alone”. In order to placate her, Jaskier might’ve lied a little tiny bit about some things. As a result, because of all the twists and turns of the conversation, he made his mother believe he had a fiancé.

A fucking fiancé.

Wanda Pankratz was ecstatic, wishing to know everything about her son’s relationship, but he dodged all the further questions by saying that she would meet his love soon enough. She left it at that but, of course, told half the family about it, if the texts and calls from his sisters and aunts were anything to go by.

Hence, The Post.

It’s a bit pathetic and desperate, Jaskier can freely admit, but he has no other choice. His personal guard Zoltan almost pissed himself laughing when Jaskier asked him to pretend to be his fiancé, and not one of his friends knows anyone who would want to do this. Not even his agent Triss could help him out.

It all drove Jaskier to log on his anonymous Facebook account (he is a pretty big name in the UK; better be safe than sorry) and post in one of the big London groups.

“I need urgent help from someone who’d be willing to act as my fiancé during a family party on February the 24th. The only thing I expect is the ability to sing praises of our love and to compliment my aunts. It’ll take around 4 hours and then we end our relationship. Age from 35 to 40. It’d be great if you knew something about the sea because I intend to introduce you as a sailor who’s never home and afterwards, you die. Can anybody help?”

Since yesterday, the post has got more than a thousand reactions (mostly the laughing one and likes) and hundreds of comments. Many people tagged their friends as a joke, which is not helpful, but Jaskier still scrolls down and down, trying not to let his hope die. Nobody seems to think his request is for real and he’s received no serious offers so far. Then, one of the newest comment threads catches his attention.

Lambert Rivia:    Geralt Rivia Destiny!

                              Geralt Rivia Fuck off

                              Yennefer Vengeberg Omg 😂 Cirilla Vengeberg-Rivia Eskel Rivia you must see this!

                              Cirilla Vengeberg-Rivia Yesssss!! This is perfect! ❤️

                              Eskel Rvia Do it Geralt

                              Geralt Rivia No.

Intrigued, Jaskier decides to check out these people’s profiles. Lambert Rivia is a handsome red-haired man who wears some kind of black military suit in his profile picture. Looking at his bio, Jaskier already knows why Lambert didn’t volunteer himself – he’s in a relationship. Eskel Rivia is blond, even more handsome than Lambert despite facial scars, and also has a photo in a black suit, together with a white cap on his head. There’s no information on Eskel’s relationship status and Jaskier is intrigued indeed. Yennefer Vengeberg is a terrifyingly beautiful woman who, judging how professional her profile picture appears, must work in some serious profession. Cirilla Vengerberg-Rivia is a lovely teenage girl with white-blond hair. Jaskier reckons she’s the daughter of Yennefer and one of the Rivia guys.

He left the poor Geralt’s profile as the last to look at, but now that Jaskier has seen the rest, he checks this one too.

His jaw fucking drops.

Geralt Rivia is a ridiculously handsome man. His face seems practically unreal because, surely, people as beautiful as Geralt don’t actually exist? The man’s long white hair (which makes no sense considering his apparent age), as well as his brown-almost-golden eyes, only add to his otherwordly, stunning appearance. Double stunning in that black military suit he’s wearing in his profile picture, just like Lambert and Eskel. The suit looks familiar and Jaskier has a nagging feeling he really should know what kind of army it is. Google helps him out and he quickly puts two to two – Geralt, Eskel and Lambert serve for the Royal Navy.

He bursts out laughing.

This is too good.

He wonders what he should to about this. Now that he knows about Geralt’s existence, he can’t really miss the chance of meeting him, however slim. His gut feeling tells him not to let the opportunity slip and well, who is Jaskier not to listen?

When he’s in the middle of debating what to write to the man, his phone pings. There’s a new messenger notification... with Geralt’s name. With a racing heart, Jaskier opens the message.

FEB THE 18TH AT 06:14 PM Hey. Everyone’s telling me to message you and won’t leave me alone. Is your request for real? Please say no

Jaskier chuckles and replies:

Hi! I’m sorry they’re bothering you and I’m also sorry to say that my request is very much for real. I’d be forever grateful if you helped me 😁

To this, Geralt responds with:

They really won’t stop until I agree They think it’s so fucking funny

Jaskier purses his lips, already suspecting this isn’t likely to work out. He'll have to face his loving mum and admit that he lied to her about fucking having a fiancé. She’s going to be so disappointed. At the very prospect, bad mood overtakes him, but he still types what he hopes to be a cheerful answer.

Damn, so sorry mate I won’t push you but, again, I’d totally owe you one if you agree  ☺️

What would I get?

Jaskier tries to reason with his hope to calm the fuck down and replies:

Money, or a favour of some sort, I have many connections Could be free tickets to my concerts  Even my company for the night 😏 Just whatever you want I really need help

Fuck

For a minute or two, the three dots next to Geralt’s photo disappear, and Jaskier’s hope plummets in a  dramatic fashion. Then, more messages from Geralt show up in the chat.

Free tickets seem fine My daughter loves going to concerts She’d like free tickets but I never heard of you

Jaskier starts begging any god out there that Cirilla is Geralt’s daughter. Teenagers make up a large part of his audience (which is great, actually; teenage kids are amazing these days). If she’s a fan, the free tickets are a major bargaining chip.

Well, Julian AP isn’t my stage name I don’t use it on fb

What is it? Your stage name

I’d rather not say here And you must promise me you won’t tell anyone about it too Well, anyone but your daughter

Ok

 Can you call me? It’s better to talk about this on the phone anyway

Fine.

Jaskier sends Geralt his number and waits for the call. In other circumstances, he’d congratulate himself on getting a man like that to call him so easily, but he’s too anxious. His hands itch for his guitar but he doesn’t get up from his bed. He begins smoothing his hair out with his palms, praying in his mind that Geralt hasn’t changed his mind.

After the agonizing wait of six minutes, there’s an incoming call. Jaskier takes a deep breath and picks up.

“Hello,” says a gravelly baritone voice so pleasant that it sends shivers down Jaskier’s spine.

“Uhm, h-hi, Geralt,” he replies a bit breathlessly, “so, my name’s Julian Alfred Pankratz but I’m known to many as Jaskier.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Jaskier?” Geralt repeats, “the one who sings Her Sweet Kiss?”

Jaskier beams, his chest swelling with pride. “The very same.”

“Fuck,” Geralt growls, “Ciri wants to blast this song whenever we drive somewhere.”

Jaskier laughs. “She would love free tickets to my concerts, wouldn’t she?”

“Yeah.”

Geralt says no more. Jaskier has to swallow down to sop his throat from constricting. “So?” he asks, “Can you do this for me?”

The silence on the other side is deafening and Jaskier doesn’t even breathe until Geralt finally speaks up. “Fine,” he grunts, his tone indicating it’s anything but fine.

Air leaves Jaskier’s lungs in a whoosh, replaced by a flood of such sheer relief that he may as well cry. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he babbles, heady with joy, “Gosh, you’re my saviour!”

“Just don’t tell anyone about this,” Geralt grumbles.

“Not a soul, Geralt, not a soul.”

“Send me the details about when and where and let’s get this over w–”

“No, wait!” Jaskier cuts in, “My family’s very perceptive, they’ll know it’s a ruse. We should plan everything carefully.”

“You’re making me regret this,” Gerlt growls.

“I’m sorry!” Jaskier hastens to say. “Just... at least tell me a bit about yourself?”

Geralt lets out an irritated sigh. “I’m forty, serve for the Royal Navy with my brothers. Eskel’s the nice one and Lambert’s the prick. My ex-wife Yennefer works for the government.” Jaskier actually shudders at this one because he already can picture it. Yennefer seems exactly powerful like that. “We have a daughter,” Geralt goes on, his tone softening, “Ciri. She’s fourteen. We live in London but I’m away often.”

“Oh, lovely,” Jaskier says with a wide smile because, really, this man’s love for his daughter is so clear and endearing, “this is something we can start with.”

“Just make everything up about our relationship and send it to me. I’ll play along.”

“Thank you,” he breathes out, still amazed at his luck. Jaskier is almost high on the success of his ingenious scheme and his obligations are therefore non-existent, so nothing stops him from teasing Geralt. “Though, to be completely honest," he says cheekily, "you don’t strike me as the type to sing praises of our love and compliment my aunts.”

“Hmm,” Geralt replies. It doesn’t sound like a negation. “Yen says I’m not that bad if I try.”

The fondness with which he said Yennefer’s name is a cold bucket of water poured on his enthusiasm. “O-oh, ok,” he stutters out, thrown off-track, “So, uhm, would you be willing to try for me?”

For a moment, Geralt says nothing, then answers, “If you give Ciri an autograph.”

Jaskier laughs out loud. “Not a problem at all! Whatever she wants.” He pauses. “Whatever you want,” he adds more seriously.  

Geralt only hmms, in a way that Jaskier’s prone-to-romanticism mind would almost call warm. Silence falls between them but it doesn’t feel awkward somehow. “Have to go,” Geralt says.

“Okay,” Jaskier replies quietly, “Thank you again. I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

After Geralt hangs up, Jaskier huffs out a shaky breath. Deep down, he already knows.

This is going to mess him up.

TBC

Part 2

[rametarin]

tempting.

Reflecting on my health issues, since age 17. And my living situation.

So since around the age of 16, I’ve been plagued with unpredictable bowel problems and digestive ills. Like, everybody gets constipated every now and then, but I mean I’d get just, excruciatingly backed up and my family wouldn’t help me get seen or anything.

Basically from the time I was 18 onwards I was told my medical bills were mine. But oh by the way [Ram. Not my real name, but the name fam calls me], you gotta pay us every dollar that isn’t devoted to keeping yourself alive :^)

I’d be like, family, I cannot afford this, it’d be in your best interests to invest in my health so I can figure out what’s fucky about my bowels and stomach so this can stop happening, I can live a normal life, and we can all continue on our merry way.

Basically I was told, “tough shit, do it yourself, also pay your fair share to The Family” (aka, give mom all your money.)

It was never just fear of homelessness, but fear of homelessness while my GI tract was fucky and my teeth were rotting out of my head that made escape from here impossible. It’s why I didn’t just climb into a hole in the wall and escape this garbage fire of a mother and do that bootstrap shit. Because it sincerely made  me wonder sometimes if I was being poisoned by my mother to keep me powerless and in need of help, but perpetually weakened to where the best I could do is move towards help but just be put on a treadmill for someone elses financial benefit.

Perhaps my bitterness makes just a touch more sense now, right? Because Maine is a long-drive state. You need a car. You absolutely need a car to get anywhere. Not having one means you walk everywhere, you ride a bike everywhere and are FUCKED during the winter, or you go nowhere because you don’t have anywhere you need to be and don’t drive.

Now that said, imagine having bowel and ass problems so bad just the idea of driving makes you question if it’s safe for you to even be on the road.

That has been my existence for twenty years now, because my family wants me just close enough to extract what mom things “she’s owed,” but absolutely will not help me with anything. There’s no security in staying here because the whole fucking POINT of putting up with a family’s infantilizing “everything has its place” mentality, is you’re able to wisely squirrel away your income without paying a landlord anything and your income going up in smoke

If your mother is just the worst sort of landlord, you’re basically just paying a narcissistic bitch of a mother to be a narcissistic bitch of a mother. There’s absolutely no upside.

So I’ve been stuck in this virtual tutorial of an existence because my own digestive system was torturing me and seriously deleting my ability to operate independently. And mom, whom has always wanted absolute control over my finances and my future, saw it as a holistic way of penning me up and making be desperate. Never a wasted opportunity with this fucking monster.

Well. I eliminated cottonseed oil and chicken proteins from my diet and, while not perfect, the amount of excruciating pain and pressure and weird cold-acidic burning in my back and bowels has subsided a lot. As well as my stomach issues receded considerably.

The truth is I was loathe to even try and escape without figuring out these problems, but I couldn’t figure them out because I never had the money. I tried to get a barium enema x-ray when I was 17 and suffering a massive, excruciating flareup. I missed prom (I didn’t have anyone to go with anyway) because of what felt like it could’ve been anything from gall stones to bowel cancer.

Had a big useless cleanse that was excruciating, then had the guys that give the barium enema tell me, “lube is expensive” when I screamed about how much it hurt to have the thing shoved up my ass. My already inflamed, tender ass.

Absolutely nothing was found in my bowels. Which did absolutely nothing to explain why they felt inflamed and miserable. But it did give me a $1,700 bill, which proved.. absolutely nothing except they couldn’t find tumors or any object lodged in my butt. Given how it took me two summers to acquire almost that much working a shit job for my shithead father’s girlfriend, maybe you can appreciate how heartbreaking that is. Spending all that money and you don’t even learn WHY you’re suffering, you just learn why you aren’t.

And today I still fume with rage over being told, “ass lube is expensive so we’re skimping on it” and then be charged almost two thousand god damned dollars.

Absolutely could not get my family to help me pursue any other avenue. They just kept insisting, “it’s all anxiety, it’s all in your head. You just need to get off the computer and do more manual labor/make us money and your problems will go away. :^)”

But then they would not help me do it. They wanted me to take on all the risk while they got the guaranteed income from my needing to be around them.

My need to grow step by step was their opportunity to mitigate my life, every step of the way, so non-compliance with their exploitation would result in homelessness and complete uprooting. If I wasn’t going to voluntarily follow draconian rules, then I’d be governed by those rules anyway in the absence of them being verbally stated. Just, using poverty and immobility as a way to impose it.

But I refused to comply. I wasn’t going to suffer every day unendingly AND get my income snatched away, BY MY OWN GOD DAMNED FAMILY. A family that didn’t even pay RENT to live in the house we were living in at the time, and a family that made 65-70K a year, with another house they owned in a less convenient location worth $350K. My mother had ABSOLUTELY NO BUSINESS other than fun and profit as an excuse as to why I needed to buy, “the family,” a car. Other than making it the “family” car giving her defacto control over it but my obligation to pay for it. Just another indirect way to give her absolute control over my options and alternatives.

So I didn’t work. I sat at home and dealt with her abusive bullshit, because it was the only card I had left in my deck. She didn’t want the stigma of throwing out a sick man without a license, a car or any savings. I didn’t want to voluntarily throw myself out and die in the street.

So I dealt with my health problems as best as I could. There were a good many times living in this house, that we’ve lived in and she’s owned since 2006, that I questioned whether I should phone an ambulance and just say fuck it, go into tens of thousands of dollars of debt just goosechasing this problem, thanks to the backdoor socialized medical system that exploits the profit motive but uses government assured payment fixed to taxes in order to afford it.

That’s probably what pisses me off the most about my situation. Our medical system has been turned into a farce by socialists deliberately making medicine as toxic as they fucking can in order to then bat their eyes and go, “Bet you just want single payer and to basically make medicine another ring of the government NOW, don’t youuuuuu? It’d make all those woes go awayyyyy!” while turning the screws to our bodies by denying us affordable medicine. All while blaming capitalism for shit that’s assured to work at any cost by the government.

Other people pine for a more socialized system to make the disgusting exploitation and abuse stop. But the truth is, that’s just like wanting to marry a pirate so they’ll stop lobbing cannonballs and demanding tolls at sea from you. Yes, the actual literal war on you and your community and your personal sovereignty will be over, but you’ll also be institutionalizing pirates in order to make them stop taking complete advantage of you on their terms instead of taking complete advantage of you on mostly-their terms but you get to act like you’re consenting to it.

I digressed. Anyway...

Well. I’m curious about pursuing a shit job just to see if I can KEEP some income, but I know, and have always known, my mother will not allow me to do anything with that money but barely keep myself alive. While she uses it to just buy enormous bulk loads of garbage and hoards them in the corners, or throws hundreds of dollars at friends-of-the-family/neighbors and extracts that money from me to do it.

I know going into it that the job would be otherwise worthless. She wants her ten pounds of flesh a year from me, and if I worked, there’d be no getting around it. She isn’t going to allow me to profit living with her, in any way. Everything has to revolve around her, or I get made homeless.

But trying to hold a job would mean possible (there’s that ‘potential vs. guarantee dichotomy again) feelers out to couches to surf on. Or credit building.

It’d still be a sexless existence dictated by someone so fucking petty that they can’t help you fix a broken tooth but do miraculously have the money to buy you a cell phone and a plan, “if you want it,” purely to always have you at their beck and call and/or have control over your phone plan. And it’d mean committing to something that runs a minimum of a year while being able to have a foot crushing my neck and destroying whatever I’m trying to do in an instant.

but it’d also mean being able to financially pursue what’s wrong with me and fixing it.

But I will hold this grudge against women and the actual, objective privilege they have from the legal system and our social system in the US for the rest of my life. Everybody around me saw what she was doing to me and my life, and they’ve done and said absolutely nothing. An abusive woman in this society is basically on par with the richest barons in a young adult novel, and all you have to do to get that kind of institutional power, rich or poor, is have a vagina and be a mom.

Then other women will sympathize with the mother, whom can never be totally wrong about anything, and at best you might get silence and indifference about the way you’re treated.

You can be cornered, debased and neglected until you’re a greasy shoggoth of a person, and if it’s a woman doing this to you, it’s your fault for not escaping. After having every escape route made as torturous and unsustainable an option as possible, you’ll be held accountable for yourself.

I’ll be relieved and pleased when this disgusting pig of a woman dies of natural causes. She’ll have gotten away with grabbing my life and thrashing around with it for 20 years while the world passed me by, just to keep control, just for fun, just for profit.

But in the meantime, maybe there’s a local niche I can fill. Just enough of something to find somewhere else to live. Without conditions making it more damning to pursue than nothing at all.

But I’m not hoping too hard.

[wclfwest]

(TOM HARDY / 40 / HE/HIM) – ( wolfgang west ) has been spotted in the castle. they said to originally be from ( brooklyn. new york ) and is often seen to be ( aggressive ) but seemingly ( ambitious ). After being in Wolfenstein for ( four years ), they’ve come to ( quietly rebel against ) the council in their own way. They work as ( commander of sector three ) and are known around these parts as ( the miscreant ). better watch your back with that one around. 

A LIST OF (AT LEAST) 6 AESTHETICS FOR THIS CHARACTER: twin desert eagles, bloody knuckles, heavyweights, broken whiskey bottles, handcuffs, mommy issues.  

THE SONG YOU SEE AS THIS CHARACTERS THEME: maniac by kid cuddi 

Sup? Names Ryan and this is my boy Wolfgang or Wolf as he prefers to be called. I’ve had him for a couple years now and he’s one of my favorite characters so I’m super hype to be able to bring him here. Personality-wise, as you can probably guess from the headcanon’s I’ll be posting below, he’s a bit of a dick. He has no qualms about killing those that may get in his way so I don’t expect him to be liked by everyone. I don’t expect him to be liked, period. While I usually play him as the big man in charge, for this one, I’ve changed it up a bit. He’s not currently the big man up top but he’s looking to be which means despite being part of the council, he’s looking to overthrow it and get the ‘ole general out. He likes Wolfenstein but he thinks it could improve drastically, under his care of course. That said, the main thing I’ll be working on with him will be finding like-minded people who share his views and just have him work behind the scenes to reach his goals. 

Lovers? He’s straight and if your character is up to get dicked down by the wolf then he’s not saying no but’s honestly, not huge on love interests unless there’s chemistry involved and even then it’s all just eh to me. Friends? He’s been at the compound for over four years so I’m sure he’s known. If you want to plot a friendship between my boy and your character then I’m up for it, just remember that he’s an asshole. Enemies? Sure, he’ll have a lot of those. In time, I do want someone to discover his former mob connections and his discharge and attempt to use it against him but that’s in time. After all that, open to anything and everything. 

(AT LEAST) THREE HEADCANON: 

TW: abuse, gore, violence 

+ Integrity. It was a thing every soldier was supposed to have, an unwritten code they were all expected to follow. Soldiers were supposed to have integrity but when it came down to it, integrity didn’t pay the bills. When he’d first signed up, he’d gone into it with nothing but good intentions. He would proudly serve. He would bring honor to the job and serve it with the dignity it deserved. He would show everyone just how much he deserved the insignia he had pinned to his chest. He had planned to hold onto those values. He had planned on doing right but then life happens. The woman you care for gets tired of waiting around so she leaves you. The bills stack up while you’re on tour and once the tour ends you’re assed out cause while everyone says they want to help, there’s no one actually doing it. When it came down to it, Wolf had a choice. He could continue severing a country that didn’t give a damn about him when he wasn’t wearing their uniform or he could serve himself. Wolf chose to serve himself.

Finding willing clients the minute he went looking, it wasn’t hard to get his team roped into his act as they too were sick and tired of being paid pennies. Working their side hussle for a couple years, the jobs ranged from extortion, gun running, and even drug trafficking. If the client was willing to pay, Wolf was willing to do it. Nothing was ever too taboo. So into the money was he that if the offer was too good to pass up, even purposely botching a government-sanctioned mission was something the man was willing to do. In the end, it was his greed that got caught. While he himself would blame it on working too many missions back to back, the truth was you could fuck up but so many times before people started paying attention. He’d forgotten just how hard it was to get to where he’d been. A SEAL screwing up a mission? Unprecedented. A SEAL botching multiple missions?  Either the man in charge was wildly incompetent or something was up and since a man in the SEAL’s wouldn’t be wildly incompetent, the powers that be deemed something to be up. Having been watching Wolf for up to a year, it was when the latest mission went up in smokes and earned not only the man himself a bullet in the stomach but his teammate’s various wounds as well that they decided to step in.

Waking up in a hospital surrounded by his superiors, Wolf was given two options. He could accept a dishonorable discharge, spend five years behind bars and allow them to sweep all of his bad deeds under the rug or they could go along with their year-long investigation into his dirty deeds, they could air all of his dirty laundry to the press and while they themselves would get dragged through the mud so would he, so would his family, so would his friends and so would their families and in due time not only would he wind up in jail but so would his team as well. Seeing no other way out of it, Wolf decided to get hauled off to jail. Why drag everyone else down when it could just be him?

+ The mob was easy enough to fall into. He had the skills necessary, and he was willing. After jail, the majority of his assets had been seized. Left with nothing and no way to rebuild, the money they offered him was more than welcome.  At first, it had started with extortion. Knock a few people on their ass, collect your money owed. Easy work and an easy way to build up trust. As time went on he went from simple beat ‘em up jobs, to the real pay. Turns out being a killer for hire wasn’t much different from being a soldier. You get your orders, you shoot who you need to shoot and then you get the hell out of dodge and leave your mess for others to clean up. For Wolf, it was simple. Kill and get paid. Don’t kill and don’t get paid. Needing to make a living for himself, he wasn’t about to not be paid. In time, having proved himself to be a loyal enough man, he went from being an occasion associate of the mob to being hired full time. Taken on as the personal bodyguard to one of the big boys, work for Wolf became a hell of a lot easier and a lot more lucrative.

Following the family around and basically acting as a glorified babysitter, it was while on a so-called ‘family’ vacation with his charge that the world ended. Zombies became a thing, his charge had his neck ripped out in front of him, and the family he was supposed to be protecting? They wound up having their innards torn out. With no one left to protect and no reason to stick around, Wolf got the hell out of dodge. Having read enough comics back in his youth to put two and two together, knowing he had a better chance of surviving if he stayed out of civilized places, Wolf used the skills he’d learned while serving to survive out in the wilderness. Keeping himself away from civilized places, it was pure luck that Wolf came upon Wolfstein. Though the castle was hard to miss, he had believed it to be abandoned and as such, he’d avoided it. It wasn’t till times had grown particularly hard that he thought to give it a chance and upon doing so, he then found his new home.  

+ Momma’s boy. You’d expect a guy like Wolf to have a tough life. You take a look at the guy and you’d expect the hard-ass father or absent father story. You’d glance at him and expect the dead mommy cliche or the druggie mom background. Whether he likes it or not, he’s got the face of a guy that’s had it hard. The type of face you’d see and automatically know you couldn’t push some sob story onto cause they’ve already seen it and lived it. To some extent, people’s assumptions of Wolf aren’t wrong. He did have a hard life. While his father was around, the man did have a habit of knocking his son around. It was expected. People don’t willingly sign up for an elite military program at the age of eighteen unless they’re running from something. Mr. West? He was certainly worth running away from. However, it wasn’t all bad. After every hit, after every bruise or black eye came a soothing hand to make it all better. Every time his father knocked him down, there was always someone there to pick him back up,

She was his world. She’s his only regret. When the deal came there was no chance to say goodbye, He’d been away from home and they weren’t going to take him back to say his goodbyes. He got some cuffs, and then he was placed behind bars. From there it was shame that kept her from visiting. He needn’t assume that it was that, she’d told him so herself. Gracing him with but one phone call during the five years he was locked behind bars, it was in that call that she aired all of her grievances. Perhaps she’d known her time was drawing near and she hadn’t wanted to leave the world without having said her piece but his mother had made sure to let her child no just how she felt before she’d taken her last breath. Losing her while locked up, he couldn’t even attend the funeral. When he got out and attempted to pay his respect what remained of his family snubbed him and refused to tell him her location. His mother had left the world ashamed of him, and hating him. It’s that thought that haunts him. He can never make it right. He can never fix that wrong.

+ Living in a broken world there’s a lot of things people crave. Good food, shelter, good sex, maybe some booze but above all it’s companionship. Wolf wanted a friend. A true friend. A true companion and it was by pure chance that he found it in Surge. Finding the Dogo Argentino was in his eyes pure luck. Blessing’s from God weren’t a thing in his book. No god would allow the world to turn to such shit and no god in their right mind would do him a solid so finding Surge? Luck. Sooner or later he was just bound to have his coin land on heads and finding Surge just happened to be that moment. If there’s anything in this world the former SEAL has come to love, whose life holds just as much value to him as his own it’s Surge. The dog eats before him, he gets pampered first, and if there’s ever a situation where his pup’s life was in danger, Wolf wouldn’t hesitate to jump in front just to save that dog’s life. The apocalypse is hard. It’s easy enough to survive once you get the hang of it but Wolf wasn’t truly living too he met his dog.

+ Everyone has something that defines them. Everyone has something or another other’s use to identify them with and for Wolf, it’s his classic desert eagles. They were his weapon of choice before the apocalypse and even now when most are using the same firearms as a way to make things easier, he continues to use his pair of eagles. They’re a comfort to him. The hefty weight in his hand. The general feel. He couldn’t see himself using anything else. He’d prefer to never have to use anything else and as long as he continues to secure his own ammunition for the gun, he sees no other reason to stop using what’s most comfortable for himself.

[theuniversedreamteam]

Riftdale Camp AU Drapples

So, I pretty much joined in a Summer Gift Exchange with some friends and we each had to either write a fic or draw a piece of fan-art. This is my end of the exchange for @apocalypticdinosaur Hope you enjoy! (Also @talesfromriftdaleexchange so you can easily find it.)

It was another day at the Mount Riftdale Summer Camp. It would be like any other day at this mess of a camp except for one thing… the heat fucking reached triple digits. Chief, one of the camp counselors, was checking the thermostat in the dining cabin. The thermostat says it is 104 degrees.  Chief sighs, the kids can’t play like this. Bart’s craft activity already had to be moved inside into one of the activity cabins and Claire’s scavenger for clues to Area 51’s true location had to be canceled, much to Claire’s dismay. Not to mention the heat was making everyone irritated. Cristian’s normal terrible personality has been made worse and has already cussed five kids out. If Chris stays in this heat any longer, Chief is pretty sure that Chris would murder a poor kid. Even Smith’s normal cheerful demeanor has been brought down. He didn’t say thank you when Mike gave Smith his lunch. All in all, everyone was having a pretty shitty time. So everyone was glad when Dad, the head of the camp, called a counselor meeting.

Each of the counselors went over to the counselor cabin, after sending the kids to their own cabins of course, and found themselves places to sit down. Chief and Smith sat on the couch, Bart sat in the loveseat, Christian sat on the counter, and Claire… sat on top of the fridge. Dad was standing up and grinning even though everyone else was dying of heat.

“As I’m sure all of you know, it’s been a little hot today- “Dad started before being rudely interrupted by Christian.

“A little fucking hot?! It’s like a fucking volcano that has been thrown into the god damn sun! My face is literally fucking melting and turning into flesh goop!” Christian complained while pouring salt into his hand and eating it. Chief got up and took the salt away but not without Christian giving Chief a growl. Dad took some time to compose himself before continuing.

“Now kiddo, while I am very proud of you contributing to this discussion, I wasn’t done yet. Since it’s been so hot today I was thinking that it is time to use the recently opened pool we’ve acquired.” Dad finished his sentence by clapping his hand together. Claire looked over at Dad with a confused look on his face.

“When did we get a pool?” Claire asked.

“Like I said, it was recently opened!” Dad said with a grin on his face. Claire was still confused.

“But I didn’t think that there was any building going on recently- “Claire began while slowly climbing off the fridge to see if he can sneakily get a cookie from the counter.

“Anyways! I think today’s camp activity should be having fun and trying out the new pool!” Dad said with a smile.

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Chief fumble with the keys as he unlocked the gate to the pool and let all the screaming kids in. Dad was already in there cooking some barbeque for the kiddos when they get hungry. There was also an ice-cream truck near-by for some reason.  Two figures could be seen in the window. Two figures that Claire recognized easily. Claire ran up the window and knocked. The window opened revealing… you guessed, our beautiful lesbians Stacci and Beckii!!

“Omg Claire! I missed you bitch!” Stacci said while peering out the window. Claire smiled up at Stacci and waved.

“Stacci! What are you doing here” Claire asked.

“So, like, the guy who runs this camp, I think he introduced himself as dad, paid us a lot of money to bring our ice cream truck around to the pool and, like, give the kids free ice-cream! Well, I guess it’s not free since Dad paid for it all but its whateves.” Stacci explained while picking out some ice-cream and handing it to Claire. “Here BFFLB! I know you, like, live under a rock and don’t have this a lot.” As Claire grabs the ice-creams his eyes lit up.

“Thanks Stacci! I owe you one. I’ll be right back, me and the other counselors need to change into our swimsuits!” Claire said while running off.

“Ice-cream is free babe!” Stacci called to Claire as he was leaving.

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The kids have already all made it to the pool when the counselors finally finished changing into their swimsuits. Except Christian. Only God himself could make Christian show more skin then his ankles. Claire and Bart was in classic bathing trunks, one with little ufos and the other that looked like rainbow paint splatters. You can guess which is which. Meanwhile Smith and Chief… oh dear god… those two lovely bois were wearing a classic old-timey man’s one- piece. Chief with black and white stripes and Smith with what looks to be a monochrome paint splatter palate but is actually colorful…if it wasn’t on Smith that is. As soon as Christian saw Chief, he burst out laughing.

“Holy fuck Chief, you look ridiculous.” Christian snickered. He was having too much fun looking at Chief.

“Hey! I think I look quite fashionable in this.” Chief muttered while grabbing sunscreen from nearby. Then one of the campers passed by.

“Looking good Chief!” The kid complemented before running off into the pool.

“See, someone appreciates my taste in clothes.” Chief smirks at Chris.

“Wasn’t that one of the kids who ran around with a mask of your face for a month?”

“Actually, yeah, I think that was.”

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Smith is rushing to the ice-cream truck with Claire and Bart in tow. Smith really wants some ice-cream! Give him it.

“Smith, you know I already had some right?” Claire sighed. He isn’t the biggest fan of being dragged around.

“Well yeeeah, but you said you wanted to come back here to talk to your friend so I’m bringing you with me and Bart to get ice-cream!” Smith beamed. After about five seconds of running/skipping, they make it to the lesbian ice-cream truck. As soon as Stacci saw them, she giggled a bit.

“Man Claire, I didn’t take you as someone who would wear rainbow trunks.” Stacci says while handing Smith and Bart their ice-cream.

“Pfft, really? They’re to ward off the invisible government lions since they get confused by bright colors.” Claire crossed his arms.

“Oooo, isn’t that the theory where you, like, connected the area 51 raid coming up to Buzzfeed Unsolved?” Stacci asked, which caused Claire to smile because some actually remembered one of his theories for once.

“Wow Ms. Stacci! How did you know exactly what ice-cream I would like?” Smith grinned while happily eating his ice-cream.

“Let’s just say I’m good with this stuff.” Stacci winked.

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During the afternoon a black van pulled up near the pool.

“Oh look, the fun police have come here to ruin the party.” Christian scowled. Two people exited the van, a man and a woman both wearing black suits and red ties. The man’s name tag read ‘Oculus’ while the woman’s read ‘Lucidity’. Oculus looked at the pool party with an unamused look on his face. The two walked into the pool area… only to get squirted by a bunch of campers. Lucidity is laugh… Oculus looks furious.

“What is the meaning of this?!” He growled. From behind the army of children, there was Claire, leading the charge.

“…Revolution.” Claire said while loading his gun to shoot again. Lucidity quietly reminded Oculus that these are children just having fun. Oculus sighed and attempted to straighten out his shirt.

“You are needlessly childish Clairvoyance.” Oculus grumbled.

“I know what you are but what am I?” Claire responded back while sticking his tongue out. Oculus just growled and went back to his business.

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Bart and Claire are sitting on a nearby bench while watching Oculus and Lucidity talk to Dad.

“What do you think they want this time?” Bart asked.

“Probably to show off some new little detail they discovered that violates their little rulebook.” Claire groaned.

“…Was it really a good idea to shoot water at them when they came in?”

“Of course! Lucy liked it and it pissed off Oculus quite well.” Claire chuckled

“Lucy?”

“Y’know, Lucidity? She told me to call he Lucy for short.” Claire explained.

“Oh, I guess she likes you then.” Bart sighed.

“…you sound upset?” Claire cocked his head

“Oh, well, it’s just… you seem to get along with other people well and I, uh, can’t really… get along with anybody…” Bart sighed again.

“Pffft, me? Getting along well with people? No one ever even believes me Bart… and we seem to get along just fine.”

“You… really think so?” A small smile appeared on Bart’s face.

“Yeah, Bart. I do.”

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Dusk falls on the pool as kids get out to go and try some of Dad’s barbecue. There’s a rumor going around that it is so powerful, it can give you the ability to fight God in your dreams. Benches and towels have been set around for people to sit and eat. It is too hot for a fire, but the counselors found a giant fire shape lamp that is cool to the touch in shed. Luck, am I right? All the kids and all the counselors are sitting around the fire while wet. Even Christian, because after they shot Oculus and Lucy with water, the kid army with for the stink man. Speaking of Lucy and Oculus, they seemed to be here too for some reason. Most of the counselors think that they are trying to finding some evidence to shut down the camp with. Claire brings them each a plate of steak, much to Oculus’s surprise. Everyone is here and, although tomorrow may not see the same results, everyone is happy. Goodnight Mt. Riftdale Summer Camp, see you when the rift opens its eye again.

[popatochisssp]

Fur a Good Time, Call... 1/15

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Sans/Reader Chapter Warnings: animal cruelty, entirely off-screen and non-graphic

You work at an animal shelter. You love all your fuzzy buddies and can't imagine a better job for yourself than looking after cats and dogs all day, even when the work is hard and often gross. What can you say? You've got a lot of love to give!

You're just not quite sure yet how you feel about the new monster who's been helping out these days, and this riddle wrapped up in an enigma is something you just can't resist investigating...

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Prologue - Curiosity

You weren’t quite sure what to make of the new guy.

When your boss had bullied you into using some of your vacation days, you hadn’t been thrilled. You’d protested, actually—you didn’t have anywhere you wanted to go and no social life to speak of, and the animals needed you!

There was always so much to be done at the shelter and you prided yourself as one of their most dedicated full-timers. If there was a dog needing a walk or a cat screaming for some dinner, you were right there with a smile (and some silly baby-talk), ready to take care of it.

Pets were your passion and nothing made you happier than to help out the ones that hadn’t found their forever-homes just yet.

But…maybe you were working a bit too hard. As the shelter manager was quick to point out, you were going on three years without a full day off and no matter how much you loved the work, burnout was a thing that happened to people and not something she wanted to happen to her best worker.

Flattery: your Achilles’ heel.

She insisted on a break, no less than a week, and since you were so worried about the animals, she’d even try to get a couple extra volunteers to keep things covered while you were out.

You caved in and had a frustratingly great week at home doing absolutely nothing and then went back to work where the same amount of nothing had caught fire in your absence.

Everything was totally fine, great even, thanks to the irreproachable work of the newest volunteer your manager had dug up.

“hey. where’d you want these again?”

You turned, jumping just a little when you came face to sternum with the man himself. He was staring down at you from his considerable height, his single brick-red eye large and glowing as he waited for your answer… probably about the three pallets of kibble he had slung over his shoulder.

“Oh! You can just put those over by the dog room, I’ll take it from there.” You smiled at him, hoping you looked friendly. “Thanks for getting them, I can never reach without the step-ladder!”

He just shrugged. “s’cool. i got it.”

And then he was off, moving far quieter than you thought a skeleton of his massive size should be able to.

Then again, it’s not like you knew many skeletons: it was just Sans.

Monsters had come up to the surface only a year ago: creatures of magic emerging from the depths of the earth like out of a fantasy novel, but all too real. Humanity was collectively horrified and demanded an immediate response to their arrival, governments from all over the world snapping into action faster than any bureaucracy had moved in centuries.

And you were so proud of your dumb species for the first time in a long time.

The appalling conditions of the Underground and the hunched and broken bodies of the monsters who emerged from it had triggered a visceral, emotional response in nearly everyone who saw them. In an outpouring of pity and compassion, monsters were quickly granted legal rights, facilitated access to very necessary health care both physical and psychological, and even regular stipends from relief fund donations to help them establish stable lives.

It was true humanitarianism at its finest, people banding together to right a terrible wrong and it warmed your heart to see it happen. There were dissenters, of course, bigots here and there who thought monsters were evil and should’ve died Underground, especially after…what was done to the humans who had fallen down there….

But Queen Undyne, the monster monarch had taken full responsibility for all of those deaths already. Even now, she was serving out her prison sentence for it so it wasn’t as if justice wasn’t being done just because her people weren’t locked up with her.

You may not have known all the details but you didn’t think you needed to and your opinion was one shared by the majority: humans put them down there and humans should make it better. Monsters were owed at least that much.

Even in spite of the government money they were receiving, the grateful monsters who were physically able seemed quite happy to return the kindness given to them, entering the human workforce wherever they could and giving back as productive members of their new society.

That was the category that seemed to best fit Sans.

When you’d first come back to work, he’d been… a little bit of a shock, to say the least. Going to say hi to all the cats you hadn’t seen in days and finding a towering and frankly terrifying death-omen standing silently amongst them had actually really rattled you.

You had frozen, just a little, transfixed by his blazing eye-light and the jagged, gaping hole in his skull that looked positively grisly.

It wasn’t until your manager came in behind you, introducing him to you as the new volunteer that you noticed that the ‘death-omen’ was wearing a fuzzy hoodie and a frankly adorable pair of novelty skull slippers and you realized how rude you’d been.

Things had gotten busy, as they always did—litter boxes to scrub, animals to socialize, families to interview—and you kind of lost track of him, but you did ask around.

“Sans? Nice guy, a little bit of a scatterbrain maybe, but I’ve seen worse,” was the endorsement from a long-time coworker of yours. “I’ve never had to show him something more than twice, so y’know, he’s already better than Michael, god, remember Michael?”

“He kinda creeps me out,” another volunteer told you, “but the animals love him. One time, I saw him carrying around that big Rottweiler in one arm like it was a baby or something and she was totally cool with it.”

“He’s been great so far,” your manager had promised. “I think you two will work really well together.”

Oh, yeah, sure. If he didn’t think you were a total monsterphobic jerk by now.

You’d spent basically every day since you’d been back, in between actual work, trying to talk to Sans. Not to apologize for freezing like a scared deer, the window for that was probably way past, but… you could be better going forward, right? If you were actually nice and showed some manners better than a wild boar’s, you could be friends…right?

Wrong. So wrong.

You discovered quickly that Sans was as much of an enigma as he was deceptively scary. He rarely spoke and when he did, it was quiet and to the point; never anything about himself.

It actually hurt your feelings a little bit at first until you learned that it didn’t seem to be personal. Nobody at the shelter seemed to know anything about Sans: even the big boss maxed out at knowing he just showed up one day asking to be put to work.

If anything, though, learning that just made you all the more determined to befriend him.

Sans was a mystery and the less you realized you knew about him, the more driven you felt to figure him out. Who is this skeleton in comfy clothes who comes in most days and works hard for no money and barely says a word to anyone? You wanted to find out, even as it was proving just as hard as herding cats.

Harder, probably. The cats usually pay pretty good attention if you’re holding something jingly.

But you were getting way too in your own head and there was work to be done, lest you’d made Sans lug all that kibble from the stock room for nothing.

A deafening barrage of barks and whines greeted you from the second you opened the door to the dog room and it brought a smile to your face.

“Oh my god, I know,” you laughed, “I know, I’ve been gone for like an hour, I could’ve been dead!”

Princess, a pit bull mutt and the biggest, whiniest baby you’ve ever seen in your life, certainly seemed to think so. She was the closest to the door and whimpering at you with her paws up against the chain-link of her enclosure, wiggling so hard it rattled.

“Alright, jeez, I’m here now, aren’t I?” She looked right at you and let out a long, low whine that sounded so pathetic you had to laugh again. “You want lunch first? Will that take the sting out of my betrayal?”

A loud bark was your answer from Princess, and from every other dog in the room. They didn’t know a whole lot of human words but anything food-related got picked up real damn quick.

“Okay, shush, then, I’m on it, you all know the drill.”

You headed over to the big bags of kibble propped up against the door jamb, right where Sans had left them, and got to work.

It used to be that you felt a little silly talking to the animals as if they could understand you, even when you and them were the only ones in the room, but those days were long behind you. They understood your tone of voice at least, so you were happy to chat with (or at) your furry wards about whatever popped into your head while you doled out their food.

It was a step up from talking to yourself… which you’d definitely also done. You hadn’t been exaggerating that ‘no social life’ thing, but it’s not like you’d ever felt lonely.

“Well, maybe not never,” you muttered, nudging an eager little bulldog back with your foot to edge into his room and set down one of the bowls you were holding. “But not like…seriously. I see everybody here all the time, plus adopters, and the cats, and you guys. That’s plenty, right?”

You looked down to realize you were being pointedly ignored, a little doggy face planted firmly in his food. “Yeah, you’re plenty. Good talk, Smoochie.”

If you weren’t already pretty sure you were going to end up as a crazy animal person, this might’ve been the moment it hit you.

You didn’t really have time to dwell on that, though, not with the downright chilling screams that suddenly erupted from outside.

Automatically, you found yourself headed for the noise, goosebumps prickling up on your skin from the awful quality of the sound. You just barely remembered to fasten the latch of the cage one-handedly behind you before walking, jogging, running towards the lobby where it seemed to be coming from and what were you going into that it could be heard from so far away in the building?!

There was a loud clatter and even more screaming and when you finally made it through the door, you skidded to a halt.

And your heart broke.

The horrible, discordant screaming sound was coming from a dog. The poor thing was skinny, shaking, fur so matted and dingy that it couldn’t even see through it, every worst nightmare you’d ever had from those Sarah McLachlan commercials come to life. It looked like it had knocked over some chairs trying to scrunch itself into a corner and was cowering in a puddle of its own pee. And screeching every time it heard a noise.

You didn’t often see ones this bad, but it didn’t hurt any less when you did.

“Oh, baby, no,” you whispered. “What happened?”

You hadn’t been talking to anyone in particular so it startled you when you got an answer.

“H-he slipped his lead,” you heard and turned to see one of the new volunteers standing beside you, wide-eyed and holding a useless green rope in her hands. “I don’t know… I was just… What do we do?”

Glancing around, you suddenly realized that you were the most senior person in the room. Even with the trickle of onlookers drawn by the noise everybody else was just hesitating at the edges of the lobby, nervous and unsure while the poor animal wailed and shook in front of them.

Right, then. Up to you.

“Go get the vet,” you told the volunteer and took a step forward, reaching out to take the lead from her fingers…

…only to watch a much bigger, paler hand close over the rope instead of your own.

Sans took it, silently ghosting his broad body between you and the girl and heading straight for the dog.

Your jaw nearly dropped. A million thoughts raced through your head at once—where did he come from? What is he doing? Shouldn’t you stop him? He barely has any experience, he’s not even staff!— but when you tried to say something, your throat was too tight and all that came out was…

“Be careful…!”

Sans didn’t even turn. “it’s fine,” he said, just as soft-spoken as he ever was. “s’just a little spooked, that’s all.”

You watched with bated breath as he knelt down, right in front of the scruffy animal. It prompted a fresh bout of screaming that made you flinch, but Sans acted like he didn’t even hear it.

“heya, bud. there’s no need for all’a that, is there?” The dog’s mismatched ears flicked once, but immediately flattened back against his head. Sans kept talking. “it’s good here. we’ll take care of ya. it won’t be like wherever ya came from. nobody here’s gonna hurt’cha.”

It was the most you’d ever heard him say at once and the deep, sonorous quality of his voice was a surprise to you. His tone was slow and even, almost lulling; it was putting you at ease, so to see the poor dog responding the same way, his hackles lowering ever so slightly and his shriek dying into a pitiful little cry shouldn’t have been so shocking.

You were amazed, anyway.

“that’s it, bud. there ya go.” Sans raised the rope, moving it carefully to the dog’s head.

Once he was leashed, it should be a little easier to coax him to the vet’s exam room. He’d get checked out, bathed, shaved, fed, and settled into his own little kennel.

Thank god you were under capacity right now, you’d really lose sleep if you had to turn this one away. As long as he was here, you could help him.

But there you went, getting ahead of yourself again.

The dog panicked at the very last second. He lunged forward, snapping his jaws shut on the closest target—Sans.

Your gasp was loud in the tension-quieted room, chorused by others and even a muffled yelp from the receptionist, everyone alarmed by the sight of Sans’ blue hoodie caught in a semi-feral dog’s muzzle.

You had already taken several steps forward—to do what, you had no idea—when Sans just cinched the rope into a proper lead around the dog’s neck with a triumphant, “gotcha,” as if he hadn’t just had a sharp set of teeth successfully come at him.

You were speechless for several long seconds. Had he…not noticed? Did the dog just graze him? Was he even bleeding? If he was, you’d want to drive him to the hospital just in case, you never knew what a strange dog could be carrying and even if it was shallow, the stomach seemed like a terrible place to get bitten…

And then, the obvious hit you.

The dog had lunged at Sans’ abdomen. The abdomen he didn’t have. Because he was a skeleton.

Oh, god, duh.

Of course Sans was fine, that bite had never come anywhere near him. You wanted to physically facepalm, just a little bit, at your own apparent stupidity but that would hardly be helpful right now.

You managed to take some slight pleasure in knowing you weren’t the only dumb human in the room that’d had the same thought and then tried to forget it. “You okay, Sans?”

“yeah, we’re fine,” he answered easily. The dog may have disagreed, having unlatched himself from Sans’ hoodie and, when that last defensive bid had so totally failed, resigned himself to making heart-wrenching crying noises and continuing to cower. “he’s not happy, but i got ‘im.”

There were sighs of relief all around. You scanned the room, seeing the tension fade and normal activity start to hesitantly resume—and the volunteer girl still standing by the door.

“What are you still…? I said to go get the vet!” you reminded her, maybe a little more sharply than you intended because she squeaked and scurried off.

You immediately felt a little bad about it. Seeing an animal in such bad shape for the first time wasn’t easy and not all newbies had the kind of brass ones Sans did.

Sans, who suddenly turned to look right at you and said your name.

“I…. Me?” You wanted to kick yourself for saying that. There was only one you at the whole damn shelter, but Sans didn’t seem to care.

“yeah, c’mere. he’ll probably chill out a little if he’s got some food, right?”

You were already moving forward again before you fully realized what he meant—the shiny metal bowl of kibble in your hand that you’d apparently run all the way here holding, stars, what had that looked like? But if you were accidentally prepared, you probably shouldn’t criticize yourself too hard.

You knelt down next to Sans, moving carefully but the skittish animal still yelped and scrabbled when he heard you coming. There was a blur of blue and suddenly Sans’ arm was between you and the dog.

“it’s okay, pal,” he soothed. “you’re fine, stay cool, just friends here. you want some food, don’tcha?”

That was your cue. You placed the bowl on the floor and gently slid it over to the dog before pulling your hand back.

The dog whined again, upset and unsure. You couldn’t quite see with Sans’ arm in the way and straightened up to look over it, bracing just one hand against his humerus. The dog was blinded by his own matted fur but he could clearly smell the kibble and his nose found its way to the bowl, sniffing cautiously with his tail tucked between his legs.

You slumped in relief when he took the first hesitant bite, and the ravenous second, third, fourth.

Thank god.

Sans seemed just as pleased, lowering his protective arm and looping the lead around his other hand, shortened for better control. He said your name again and you turned; even kneeling, you still had to look up.

“you should pet him,” he said. “i don’t think he’ll bite again.”

Glancing at the dog, you agreed, but also… “Why me?”

His one red eye met yours, gleaming with earnest sincerity. “you’re good at dogs,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Grass is green. Water makes stuff wet. You’re good at dogs.

Feeling unaccountably flattered, you reached out and carefully stroked your fingers along the dog’s back. He flinched at the touch but didn’t stop eating or try to bite again, so you had high hopes for his adoption chances later on.

You kept petting him, crouched on the floor of the shelter lobby next to a gentle giant of a skeleton and watched the dog finish the whole bowl.

“That’s a good boy,” you cooed. “You’re gonna do just fine.”

It felt like you were there for a long time, but eventually you heard footsteps and finally, the vet arrived. He was flanked by a couple of other staff members, bigger guys who you knew had experience with nervous and aggressive dogs.

Sans stood, and you with him, and you watched as he gingerly handed over the leash to one of them and let them coax the dog forward. The vet was already looking him over even as they got the little guy moving and you were relieved not to hear him point out anything that sounded too serious.

Soon they had all filed out to take care of business and it was just you and Sans left there in the lobby. Even the receptionist had fled for a coffee/need-a-breather-right-now break and you didn’t blame her.

“So that was…intense.”

“yeah.”

You turned more fully towards Sans and tried to catch his gaze. “You’re okay, right?” you asked. “Like…really okay?”

He looked at you like you’d said something bizarre. “said i was, didn’t i?”

“Well, people say a lot of things, and that was…a lot, even for somebody who actually gets paid for it. You’re good?”

Sans didn’t look any less bemused. “…yeah.”

He didn’t say anything else for several long moments. His single glowing pupil was cast down away from your face and when you followed it, you saw…

Oh jeez, your hand on his arm, still.

You pulled back immediately, feeling yourself go red and hoping he didn’t notice. “Sorry!” you definitely didn’t squeak. “Sorry, that was…. Oh, no, your hoodie…”

Sans looked down and quickly spotted what you just had— three sizeable holes torn into the bottom of his sweatshirt, right at the hem of the pocket. He picked at it, poking two thick, bony fingers straight through. “huh.”

“He got you pretty good.” You winced a little at the damp tear in the fabric: it was a jagged rip and pretty frayed. “I’m not sure that’s gonna be salvageable. Sorry.”

By the expressions Sans kept fixing on you, you’d have guessed you were the most confusing human on the planet. “what for?”

“The holes? That’s your favorite jacket, isn’t it?” You hesitated, realizing you didn’t actually know that. “Or at least, you wear it all the time. I kinda guessed you just loved that thing.”

“i do. but it’s just a thing. shit happens, y’know.” He shrugged. “’sides, not like anybody got hurt, right?”

“…Right.” Of course. That really was the most important thing.

That, and cleaning up the mess your new little friend had made of the lobby.

You sighed just looking at it but it wasn’t about to fix itself so you dove right in, picking up chairs and moving them to the side while you skirted around the puddle on the floor as best as you could.

“……can i help?”

The gentle inquiry from Sans made you pause. The man got literally snapped at not fifteen minutes ago, at a place where they worked him like a…well, like a dog without even having him on the payroll, and he still wanted to help?

Sans really was something else.

“You could get the mop and bucket for me from the supply closet,” you said lightly, pointedly not making it an order. “And maybe finish feeding the dogs for me? I hadn’t even gotten halfway through when all of this mess happened, I’m sure they’re not too happy about that.”

“yeah, sure.” But Sans seemed just a little nervous all of a sudden, his permanent grin looking more like a grimace while his eye-light darted quickly to one side. “uhhh…which dogs did you already…?”

You smiled. “It was Tina’s turn, but I didn’t pick anything back up. Any cage that doesn’t have a food bowl in it needs one.”

The skeleton’s shoulders slumped in relief. “okay, cool.” That was an easy way to remember what needed doing. He probably wouldn’t have to come back and ask you again like he did some other times. “i’m on it.”

You opened your mouth to thank him, but between one blink and the next he was gone.

Literally. Not even a motion-blur, just gone. You turned to the reception desk to see if anybody else had just seen that, but of course it was still just you there—you and the mop and bucket that had just appeared where Sans had been standing when you’d looked away for no more than two seconds.

“Well,” you announced to no one. “That’s new.”

No one was very appreciative of your dry and pithy wit, you were quite sure.

You grabbed the mop and got to work on the glamorous task of wiping up urine, just one of the many hidden perks of your job—that you really did love, warts and all.

You really weren’t sure what to make of the new guy, but after today you were damn well going to figure it out.

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It’s Easier to Build Strong Children (Than to Repair Broken Men) Irondad/Spiderson Fluff

So I was in the store the other day and walked across the perfume/cologne aisle. Mindlessly I was looking for my fragrance when I — randomly — remembered the scene from Homecoming.

You know, this one.

And then it hit me, a fact that I’m sure others have already come to realize. It’s very likely that the cologne Peter used belonged to Uncle Ben. (That and there was apparently dialogue hinting towards the suit also being Ben’s, but my heart can’t go there right now)

So long story short  — I ended up with this.

It’s Easier to Build Strong Children (Than to Repair Broken Men)

There were very few dates that Tony came to memorize. In fact, he was pretty sure he could count them all on his one hand.

December 16th, 1991. The night his parents died.

May 29th, 1970. His own birthday.

May 5th, 1973. Pepper’s birthday — that one took some time to remember.

May 16th, 2012. The attack on New York.

The month of May was proving to be a troublesome time for him.

He seemed to have an unshakable survivors guilt that never failed to act up around both his birthday and the anniversary of the attack on New York. Every year he tried to make Pepper’s birthday the perfect distraction and every year he managed to fail, miserably. Usually with sparks and flames, because fireworks were his go-to and even those somehow turned out awful.

So when October 3rd, 2017 rolled around, he knew he’d remember the day for one reason. Not because of the date, no, it was the person involved.

May Parker.

“I’m going to have you arrested,” she said, finger wagging in his direction. “That’s what I’m going to do. I’m calling the cops, I’m reporting you, I’m — I’m — I’m—”

Tony rubbed at his forehead. “You’re not having me arrested, Ms. Parker.”

“Shh!” she hissed. “You don’t get to talk. You — you...be quiet, mister!”

Tony sniffed, hard. It was a move he did when he needed to restrain himself from showing too much emotion, followed by a flick of his thumb over his nose. He sat quietly on the couch in the Parker’s living room, one leg crossed over the other, his elbow resting on the armrest of the sofa.

May paced in front of him, back and forth repeatedly until he was sure she’d create a hole in the floor. He stayed relatively quiet throughout her rant, deciding it was best to let her get everything out before he said anything.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “This is a nightmare. I can’t believe this, I can’t believe you, I can’t — this isn’t happening!”

October 3rd, 2017. The day was nothing short of a nightmare. As if the weekend leading up to it wasn’t bad enough — his plane carrying the most essential Avengers belongings crashed and burned on Coney Island and the clean up was a headache he still hadn’t shaken off. Then he found out the kid helped save his ass when someone tried stealing those items, and then the same kid turned down a spot on the team that he was really hoping he’d join.

It took less than twenty-four hours after all that for things to really go to hell in a hand-basket.

“Ms. Parker, hear me out,” he said.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Ms. Parker —”

“No, no, no, you —!”

“May!”

“I’m not letting you—!”

“May!”

They were shouting over each other now, May’s shrill voice easily overtaking Tony’s calm but firm tone.

It had taken twelve phone calls and voicemails before he got wind of the situation. Eleven were from her and only one was from Peter himself. That was the voicemail telling him this wasn’t a situation he could ignore.

“May, it’s fine — May, calm down, it’s fine! It’s fine — oh crap, it beeped. Hi, Mr-Mr. Stark, it’s Peter. Parker. Uhm, so, uh, my aunt sorta...kinda...found out about the whole Spider-man thing. Uh, yeah, I’m-I’m uh...I’m screwed. Uhm, I could use — May, I told you I’m calling him now. No, I don’t know why Happy isn’t picking up, I’m — call me back...when you get this, Mr. Stark. And sorry. For everything.”

Tony shot up from the couch, grabbing her shoulders as gently as he could, forcing her to stay in one place and look him in the eye.

He wouldn’t tell a single soul, but the anger that radiated off her scared him to his core. It could easily give Pepper Potts a run for her money, and that said something.

“May,” he started. “You have to accept that this was his choice.”

“He’s going to get hurt,” she fired back. “You’re — you’re going to let him get hurt, you’re enabling that, you’re—”

“No. No, I’m not. I promise you,” Tony assured her. “I gave him the suit so he could be safe. You saw what he was running around in before — that was not safe.”

May paused, the crease on her forehead relaxing as recognition fell over her features.

“Oh my god. That hoodie. I knew I saw that hoodie somewhere before...I bought that hoodie!” She sat down on the sofa, her head falling into her hands. “This can’t be happening.”

Tony was ninety percent sure she was about to cry, and tears were far, far out of his element. He cleared his throat, intentionally loud to gain her attention before sitting down next to her.

“I know this wasn’t the most...ideal way for you to find out.”

May shot him a glare.

Tony held his hands in the air.

“He wanted to keep it secret. I respected that.” Tony defended. “But I need you to hear me out, May. If you tell anyone...if word gets out that I, Tony Stark, am assisting a superhero vigilante...they’re going make him sign the Sokovia Accords.”

“Oh god,” May mumbled.

“Between you and me, I’d rather keep him far away from that disaster of a government legislation. At least until he’s out of high school. That’s only fair — to him, to you. This doesn’t have to get out of our control.”

Tony wasn’t lying. It was probably the most earnest he had been since entering the apartment. The Accords may have ruined his life, but they didn’t need to ruin Peter’s. Not when the most the kid wanted to do was save a few old ladies from muggings and cats from trees.

And take down a hijacked plane with all the Avenger’s belongings in it. Tony wouldn’t live that one down.

“So,” Tony clapped his hands together. “Where would you like me to begin?”

May sighed, shaking her head. “He’s just a kid.”

Tony paused, a look washing over his face as if he were trying to decide on something. He let a beat pass before speaking up.

“Would it help if I told you he hacked a multi-million dollar suit and went against implicit orders I gave him?”

There were  a of couple lessons he took away from that experience.

The first and foremost was that the Parker kid couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. Apparently, his aunt wasn’t the only one to discover his vigilante outings, already having a friend who deemed the role of ‘guy in the chair’, whatever the hell that meant. Tony had a gut feeling there’d be more to come, especially if he kept putting on his suit, in broad daylight, in openly exposed alleyways.

The second was that he never, ever let May Parker go to voicemail.

He was in his workshop underneath his Bugatti Veyron when FRIDAY patched her call through.

“Ah, Ms. Parker.” He laid a tool-wrench down on the ground. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Tony,” she greeted. “How many times do I have to tell you — it’s May.”

“Of course. And a lovely name at that.” Tony rolled out from underneath the car, wiping his hands on a dirty shop rag. “What can I do for you? It’s not the Spiderling, is it? Still keeping his grades up, not skipping classes, being a good boy and all that nonsense?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that. Peter’s doing fine.”

Tony was slightly relieved at the answer. It had been months since the ‘cat out of the bag’ incident and for the most part, May never had to contact him with any serious concerns. Peter knew that school was a priority, he knew and — mostly — obeyed his curfew. There really wasn’t any cause for concern. Honestly, he felt like they had a great handle on the situation.

Still, there was always a first time for everything.

Tony stood from the floor, tossing the shop rag onto the nearest table.

“It’s the devil’s lettuce, isn’t it?” He feigned a gasp. “Those damn kids with their experimenting and hoopla.”

May chuckled on the other line. “As much as I would love for that to be the extent of trouble Peter gets into, no. It’s about his birthday. You know it’s next week, right?”

Tony winced. He actually didn’t know, but in his defense, he wasn’t great with dates.

“Of course. What’s the young buck turning? Twelve? Thirteen?”

He could practically see May roll her eyes. “Sixteen.”

That, Tony did know. The kid loved to bring it up anytime he mocked him about his age — (“I’m almost sixteen, Mr. Stark.”) which tend to be a lot, something Tony couldn’t help. (“Yeah? Talk to me when you have to shave more than once a week.”) Teasing him had become his favorite pastime.

He didn't know, however, that it was right around the corner. Jeeze, it felt like a couple months ago the kid was fourteen and getting his passport for Germany.

“They grow up so fast,” Tony said, pouring himself a disgustingly green smoothie. “You want my help celebrating? I have a great reputation for throwing parties.”

“No, no, it’s just going to be a small get together. A few of his friends, birthday cake, he mentioned a Star Wars marathon — nothing big.”

Tony took a sip of his smoothie as May spoke overhead, carefully eyeing the fancy sports car he had been working on.

An idea popped into his head.

“How can it be a small get together? Where is he going to show off the car I’m buying him?”

“Ah!” May immediately responded. “See. That’s why I called.”

Tony had already pulled up a holographic screen from one of his computers, scrolling through dealerships and different types of cars with a flick of his wrist.

“About what? May, it’s his sweet sixteen. Everyone gets a car for this sixteenth, kid needs a car.”

“No.” she argued. “Peter does not need a car.”

“Mhmm...agree to disagree.” Tony stopped the scroll of images to eye one vehicle in particular. His fingers zoomed in on it, spinning it around. “He likes red, right? Obviously he likes red. Smart kid, my favorite color, his favorite color, we get along so well.”

“Tony. no.”

He frowned, coking his head to the side. “Tony no? I’m not too sure what that means.”

“We live in Queens. In New York. Where is he going to drive a car?”

“In Queens, New York,” Tony insisted. “I don’t understand, what’s the problem?”

He could hear May sigh over the phone. “Listen, I am eternally grateful that you helped him get his permit. You went above and beyond with his driving lessons and lending him your car and — thank you again, for all of that. But...he doesn’t need his own car. Not yet.”

Tony pursed his lips in thought. Ultimately he waved the pages of internet research aside, clearing them away and settling into a chair at his desk.

“Already, I’ll bite.” He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Aside from smothering my taste in gifts, what’s on your mind?”

“I wanted to offer a suggestion.”

Tony nodded. “I’m listening.”

“Peter’s been...” she paused to cluck her tongue. “Listen, you can’t tell him what I’m about to tell you.”

Tony shook his head and muttered, “Full of demands today, aren’t we aunt hottie.”

“I heard that,” she snapped.

May didn’t immediately resume talking and Tony almost considered apologizing, uncomfortable with how long of a break she took. He sipped from his smoothie, already half done by the time she audibly cleared her throat and spoke up again.

“Peter’s been seeing this girl. Michelle or Chelle or MJ...I don’t know, but he’s been seeing her a lot lately. They’ve been going out on a few dates and he really doesn’t want anyone to know but he doesn’t know that I know and he can’t know that you now know.”

Tony blinked. “Wow. That was a mouthful. And if I may say — is this kid doomed not to keep a secret?”

May hummed. “That’s a little harsh. I only know because of the smell.”

Tony choked on his drink. “I’m-I’m sorry, the smell? Next you gonna tell me that you found crusty socks in his hamper?”

“Oh that’s gross,” May scolded. “That is so gross. Tony.”

He laughed. “May, he’s a teenager. Do you expect any less?”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”

Tony set his drink aside. “I’m sure the kid can handle buying his own rubbers.”

“Why do you always make me regret reaching out?”

Tony chuckled. He honestly found humor in the situation but kept his real response to himself. He didn’t want to admit that anytime he spoke with May, it painfully reminded him of how young Peter was. It was like a reality check he never asked for, finding it easier to see the kid through his mask and Baby Monitor feed than what he actually was — a kid.

It wasn’t a fact he could run from forever. Especially if he was going to let the Parker’s get so close to him.

Who was he kidding, he failed at stopping that from happening a long time ago. Most days Peter had him wrapped around his lanky little fingers, which made it harder to say no to any request May had for him.

“I apologize,” Tony said. “You were saying?”

“The smell — it’s his cologne. Which isn’t actually his, it’s  — it was...my late husband’s. And as much as I loved Ben, he had an awful taste. He insisted on using this fragrance that smelt like wet wood and beeswax,” May explained. “I had Peter try a little bit for his Homecoming dance, you know...make him feel a little more mature and all, but he hated the smell more on himself than when it was on Ben.”

“But he’s using it?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, he’s using it. And I’m about ready to throw the bottle out to stop him. I’m not sure how this poor girl is putting up with it. I guess anything is better than teenage B.O, but still. It’s so bad.”

This was the first time Tony was hearing about the problem. It had been a couple weeks since he last had Peter over at the compound, so clearly he and this girl couldn’t have been going out for too long. Not that high-school relationships ever lasted more than a month to begin with.

Still, if he had smelt something as awful as wet wood and beeswax, he would have stepped in sooner.

“Alright, I think I see where this is going,” Tony said. “But I have to ask — why are you coming to me with this? Are you that hard up on cash that you can’t afford a bottle of cologne?”

Tony was shocked May didn’t have a smart-ass comeback for that. He knew she had problems with his need to buy his way out of everything while she stayed in the working class. It wasn’t his best phrasing and he actually winced in anticipation of her response, surprised when her next words came through soft over the speakers.

“I considered buying something. I don’t...I just don’t feel like it should come from me.”

Tony frowned. Then who else would it —

Oh.

Ohhh.

“You don’t want…me to...?”

Things had just immediately jumped out of his element. Tony swallowed the discomfort that settled heavily in his throat, fighting off the urge to end the phone call before things got too real.

“You don’t have to,” May insisted. “I wanted to put the idea out there, that’s all. Peter has had it rough with...father figures in his life. He’s lost the only two he’s ever had. First Richard, then Ben...I’m doing everything I can, but I’m still only his aunt. The cool aunt, mind you —”

“But the aunt,” Tony finished. “I get it.”

May sighed, and he could hear her pacing against the tile floor of her home. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one out of his element with this subject. Her nerves were clear in her voice.

“I don’t know if you realize this, I don’t even know how okay you are with this..” she started, “Whether I like it or not, Peter respects you. He looks up to you. I’m not thrilled it’s you, but he needs someone to play that role in his life. And you’ve been...you’ve actually been doing a good job at that. I haven’t seen Peter so much like, well...Peter, since Ben passed. It’s nice.”

Her voice got small, quiet even over the loudspeakers in the workshop. Tony heard her, though. He heard the emotion laced in her words and the strain that came from speaking her late husband’s name. He heard what she was saying.

And yet he couldn’t help but find the irony in it all. He never wanted kids, he never asked for kids, he and Pepper were good without kids.

How the hell did he still end up with a kid?

A good one, mind you. Smart, very smart, heroic, wise and mature beyond his years — Tony scrubbed at his face and held back a groan. He supposed there really was a first time for everything.

May broke him out of his thoughts. “Listen, if I’ve made you uncomfortable —”

“I’ll do it,” Tony interrupted. “Someone has to teach the kid how to be fashionable, right?”

He masked the truth behind his humor, and while May chuckled, he had a good feeling she saw right through it. The kid had great instincts, that went without saying. He chose to be a superhero, no one forced him into it. That was a lecture he had to tell May.

But great instincts would only get him so far. He still needed a support team and somehow Tony Stark ended up in that mix.

May’s heels finally stopped walking across the floor. “Thank you, Tony.”

Tony sniffed and swiped at his nose.

Peter opened the door to his apartment, immediately stopping when a plastic light-saber swung recklessly in front of him.

“Young Anakin Skywalker.” Ned poked the light-saber to his chest. “You were the chosen one!”

Jaw unhinged, Peter tossed his keys to the side and dropped his book-bag to the floor. “Dude, awesome! Where’s mine!?”

Ned pointed behind him with the light-saber. “In the kitchen. We got you a red one.”

From across the living room, a dry, humorless voice stated, “You’re not supposed to tell him, dweeb.”

Peter looked in the direction, walking further into the apartment as MJ swung over the couch. She sat on her knees, chin resting against the backrest of the sofa.

She gave one wave in Peter’s direction. “Whadaup, dork?”

“Hey.” Peter gestured to the sofa where she sat, awkwardly smiling. “You-you came. Cool.”

MJ shrugged. “Yeah, well, I had nothing better to do tonight, so...” her voice trailed off and her eyes wandered to the floor, deciding instead to play with her short fingernails instead of finishing the conversation.

Ned jabbed an elbow in Peter’s side, who proceeded to furrow his brows and snap his head over, mouthing a very obvious ‘dude!’

“Peter!” May called from the kitchen. “In here!”

There was no hesitation when Peter took the chance to escape. He practically jogged into the kitchen, stopping short of the table where May stood with her apron on, decorating a birthday cake. There was a bit of chocolate frosting on her cheek that made him laugh.

“Hey, May,” he greeted, chuckling.

May looked up and smiled, dropping the bag of frosting and stepping forward for a hug. Peter held his arms open in return.

“Hey, kiddo.” She squeezed him hard, rubbing his back in her grip. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Peter muffled into her shirt.

May held him tighter. “Ben would be so proud to see you right now. The man you’re growing up to be...”

Her voice began to break in a way Peter couldn’t stand to hear. He nodded his head, though it went unseen in her embrace.

“I know. I miss him.” Peter felt the knot in his throat growing and his body swayed side to side as she rocked him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” May pulled away, smiling while she ruffled his hair. “Go to your room real quick. There’s a present on your bed that I think you’ll want to open in private.”

Peter wasn’t sure if she heard her right. He pointed behind him and over his shoulder where his bedroom was, as if needed affirmation to where she asked him to go.

May nodded, shooing him off, physically pushing him away with a “Go, go!”

He managed to make it there without gaining MJ or Ned’s attention, the two preoccupied with Decathlon practice questions to notice. His door was already open albeit cracked, making him wonder what exactly was going on.

His steps faltered as he saw what was inside. He closed his door quietly, never once turning away from the small, gift-wrapped package sitting on his bottom bunk. The last time he had a surprise in his room, it was a brown paper bag that managed to get him into a world of trouble. This, at least, looked slightly less suspicious.

The springs of his bed squeaked as he sat down. The box was small and covered in red and gold wrapping paper with the added touch of a blue bow. He hesitantly opened it, peeling the gift wrap away slowly.

Inside was a bottle of cologne. A very, very, very expensive looking bottle of cologne. Peter couldn’t help but gawk at it for the longest time.

A note sat on top, the edges embroidered and the paper feeling slightly heavy in his hands, fancy card-stock that he didn’t typically see on a day to day basis.

And yet the message on it was handwritten.

Peter read it.

Mr. Parker,

As Tom Ford once said, “Good manners and good cologne is what transforms the man into a gentleman.”

You’ve excelled at the former but need some guidance on the latter.

Happy birthday, kid.

T.S

He jolted in surprise as hard banging on his bedroom door caught his attention.

“Dude, hurry up!” Ned yelled from outside, his fist pounding relentlessly. “I want you to open my present, it’s a one thousand two hundred piece BB8 lego set!”

“Dork!” MJ shouted. “You’re not supposed to tell him what you got him!”

Peter laughed, setting the note and glass jar of cologne aside on his nightstand. Of his entire sixteen year existence, the past year had definitely been the weirdest. And while he never expected Tony Stark to play such a large role in that...well, he was kinda glad he that did.

The next time he and Mr. Stark were together, the man playfully punched him on the shoulder, casually complimenting that he smelt nice and had an “extraordinary taste in fragrance.” Peter then decided to let him know about MJ, asking for a few dating tips in the process.

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Taris - Chapter 16

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 15. Chapter 17.

The Sith guard at the elevator stopped me from going down at first, but once I flashed my papers, he let me go right by, no problem. Now I just have to get back to Matrik’s apartment, which is no problem. When I get there, he actually looks surprised to see me. “I was afraid you wouldn't come back,” he says, “Did you manage to find a permacrete detonator?”

“Yeah, it was no problem, man,” I say, “Here, take it.” And I hand it to him.

“Let me see…” he says, examining it. Then, “Yes, this should do the trick. There won't be anything left of this apartment but some scorching on the walls after I set this bad boy off!” And he takes parts of it and places them carefully around the apartment. When he’s done, he says urgently, “Okay, the timer's set! Now let's get out of here before it blows!” And I hightail it out of there with him behind me and I cover my ears. Watching it blow up.

When the last explosion finishes, he breathes a sigh of relief. “That was quite the blast!” he says, almost affectionately. I guess he feels similarly about explosions as I do about droids. The ways we get attached to our jobs. “Don't go back in there… the whole roof might cave in on your head. Look, I'm not a man for long goodbyes but I want to say 'thanks'. If it wasn't for you I'd be a dead man. But now I won't have to worry about any more bounty hunters coming after me. So good luck, and goodbye. Now that I'm 'dead' I can't be seen wandering the streets.”

“Matrik?” I say after him, and he turns back, “Have a nice life.”

He smiles and nods, and walks off. As of now, he doesn’t exist anymore. Now I just have to find that bounty office. It’s probably in the cantina - after all, that’s where most business is done in places like this.

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I’m exactly right. In fact, I ended up passing the bounty office when I was talking to Mission. I don’t know how I missed the Hutt sitting in there, but I did. “I've not seen you here before, human,” he says to me as I approach, “You are new to the bounty office, yes?”

“I am indeed,” I say.

“My name is Zax – I'm the one in charge here. Are you looking for work? There are many bounties available here; legal and otherwise. But they all pay quite well. Or are you here for information? Everyone knows I'm one of Davik's best agents... I'm the Hutt with all the answers.”

“Well, I’m here about bounties,” I say, and I start to tell him about Matrik, but he stops and just tells me about all of them.

“There's two government contracts,” Zax says, “One's an assassin named Selven, the other is Bendak Starkiller. He's a famous death-match duelist. Between them they've killed hundreds of people.”

“I can't see anything wrong with getting rid of people like that,” Carth says, “as long as we don't end up on the list of their victims.”

“But not all the bounties are dangerous,” Zax continues, “Davik’s got some special contracts. One's for a girl named Dia – she attacked Holdan, one of Davik's men. Another's for a man named Largo who owes Davik money.”

“Okay, I don't know about Davik's special contracts,” Carth says, “Justice is one thing, but doing a crime lord's dirty work is something else.”

“Although, now that I think about it,” Zax says, almost as an afterthought, “Regarding Dia -- I almost forgot. That bounty's been pulled, human. Holdan told me he doesn't want her dead anymore. Sorry, no credits for Dia.

“And there’s one more bounty of Davik’s. Matrik. He used to work for Davik, then he betrayed the Exchange and now Davik wants him dead. I'll put all the information in your datapad.”

“Matrik, that’s the one I’m here about,” I say. Hoping he believes my lie (because according to Carth, I’m a terrible liar), I say, “I took care of Matrik.” (That’s not quite a lie - I did take care of him, after all.)

“I believe you, human,” Zax says. Thank God. “I've heard reports of a rather large explosion, and some of my people saw you buying the permacrete detonator. It's good Matrik's dead but maybe you went overboard, human. Next time use a blaster, not a bomb! Bombs are messy. But at least the job is done.”

“Yes, yes, the job is done,” I say, “How about the credits?”

“Here – 300 credits,” Zax says, “That's the price for all bounties.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say, and I start to walk away.

But Carth stays behind. “That assassin you mentioned,” he says, and I stop, too, “can you tell me more about her?”

Zax sort of shrugs (as much as a Hutt can shrug.) “All the information is in your data-pad already, but if you don't want to look there then I guess I can fill you in.

“Selven's a government bounty; she's a very dangerous woman. When she started she was just another killer working for Davik. Then she began freelancing to the highest bidder. One day she killed six citizens in the street… and their bodyguards, too. They were all Ulgos, a powerful merchant family with many enemies. Selven was hired to kill off the whole family. She was very good at her job. Each day, more Ulgos died. Poisoned at home, shot down in the street; guards and droids couldn't protect them. After a month there were no Ulgos left on Taris. Not one.”

“And you said there weren’t any leads on where she was, right?” Carth asks.

“Right. Unless you know something, human.”

Carth turns to me. “I think that might have been who we killed,” he says, “I mean, how many assassins can there be on Taris?”

“You killed Selven?” Zax asks. And then he laughs a little. I hate that Hutt laugh. “So Selven's dead. All the other bounty hunters who went after her ended up dead themselves, you know. You did well, human.”

I don’t feel like I did well. I didn’t even mean to kill her. I didn’t even mean to find her. “Here,” Zax says, “300 credits. That’s the price for all bounties.”

This feels like blood money. But, I guess it’s like Carth said earlier, she was an assassin. And hearing about how she took out a whole family, she was dangerous. It’s a government bounty. I mean, that’s basically police work, right? If the Sith gave a damn, they would have done the same thing, right? So I guess I… might as well take it.

And I just leave. And Carth is right behind me. “You alright?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I say, “I feel a little… I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we head back to the Bek base?”

“No, no,” I say. I’m not that fragile. You know, I’m- I’m getting a thicker skin. Doing all this. “We need to get to the Undercity. Keep going. Find Bastila.”

“Okay,” he says, “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” I say.

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WiP Week Day 4

Fandom: The Flash

Pairings: Jay Garrick/ Tina McGee, Jay Garrick & Barry Allen, past Jay Garrick/ Joan Williams, past Jay Garrick/ Earth-3 Nora Thompson, background Barry Allen/Iris West

Rating: All Audiences

Summary: Jay is having an existential crisis of his own at Barry and Iris's wedding when he meets a familiar face.

A/N: an Outtake from The Westallen Wedding Album that I didn't know what to do with.

The Road Not Travelled

Jay is nursing his drink by the water fountain looking out at the waves. He is not, whatever Joan might have said of his demeanor, brooding. He was...contemplating. Rationally. Specifically, the thought of leaving early.

“Pardon me. You are...Henry Allen?” A familiar woman interrupts Jay’s...contemplation. She has a business-like white bob and an air of stylish elegance. He had noticed her at the ceremony, wondering whether she would recognize him.

“Jay Garrick, actually,” he replies, “A...relation.”

“From Earth 2?” she queries.

“Earth 3,” he corrects. “So you know as well.”

“About parallel worlds? I’m sure everyone here knows, considering recent events,” she snorts, waving her hand. “I’m sorry. I had a very brief acquaintance with Barry’s father before he was...before he passed, and seeing your face was somewhat disconcerting.”

Ah. “I’m sorry if I startled you. I confess, I didn’t quite think this through when Cindy asked me to come with her here.” Maybe he shouldn’t be lecturing Barry on the subject.

“Must be a speedster trait,” says Tina, but she is smiling. “I’m Dr. Tina McGee. Nice to meet you.”

Doctor Tina McGee? Interesting. “Nice to meet you too, Doctor.”

“Is your son his doppelganger then?” asks Tina, after an awkward silence.

“No,” he says trying to hide a note of regret. “No, Barry doesn’t exist on my earth. My wife wasn’t Nora Allen and we were childless.”

“Ah,” says Tina awkwardly. “That’s...strange isn’t it? How many paths we leave untraversed?”

“Yes,” Jay briefly returns to brooding over his glass. “I sometimes think that we were never meant to be able to see them.”

Tina’s face turns even more curious and Jay groans internally, knowing how that sounded.

“My wife, Joan. She couldn’t have children,” he says quietly. “I loved her more than I wanted kids. We grieved and moved on. Then she passed and...I met Barry.”

He doesn’t know why he’s spilling his guts to a woman he just met. Tina always did have a way with her though. It was one of the things that had made the one on his earth stand out.

“I’m sorry,” says Tina sympathetically.

“I don’t regret my decision,” says Jay firmly. On that point at least he was certain. “The years I had with her - I wouldn’t trade them with anyone for the world. I was content. But you don’t really expect to meet the child who might have been yours, you know, even in the kind of impossible world we live in.”

“I...might understand, actually,” Tina says with a touch of sadness. “I’ve had a similar experience. Although I didn’t have to travel to another earth for it.”

Jay tilts his head questioningly at her. Tina looks wry. “The road not travelled Mr. Garrick. As you say, it can be a mixed blessing.”

Jay huffs a laugh.

“May I ask why you and your doppelganger have different names?’ she continues, her fascination clearly struggling with her British-bred sense of propriety.

“Well, as I understand it, the short version is that we were both conceived out of wedlock and then our fathers went to war. His came back. Mine didn’t,” Jay shrugs. His father issues are long dealt with. “So I got her choice of first names and her surname and Henry got his father’s. And yet we both ended up in our versions of Central City. I even met Nora Thompson once.”

“Really?” Tina asks with open interest.

“Yes. She was teaching school in the Honduras. I was there on a mission for my government,”

“You...work for the government?”

“I’m a scientist by profession. My wife and I both are. But there was a lab experiment, an explosion and I woke up as the Flash, much as Barry did. I joined my own team of superheroes, again like Barry. We are supposed to be a neutral party in world affairs, but. Well, it’s complicated.”

“It always is with the military,” snorts Tina, dismissively. “Which is why I personally don’t let them near my work, money be damned.”

“I didn’t really have a choice at the time,” says Jay a little defensively. “As it happened, there was an unexpected coup and we had to abort. Our team decided to evacuate the civillians instead. Nora wouldn’t leave until we had secured as many of the villagers as we could.”

“She sounds very brave.” says Tina, impressed.

“Yes, she was a helluva woman.,” Jay remembers still the heavy fall of auburn hair, the scent of lilac and wide green eyes, exactly like another pair he now knows. He also remembers the two of them backpedalling from an unexpected, unwelcome yet mutual attraction. “Barry looks a lot more like her than me, actually. It was a high tension, close quarters situation and she was a very beautiful woman but I was already with Joan and I would never do that to her. Joan Williams was the love of my life and always will be.” He says it with conviction. The way Barry had looked at Iris when they exchanged vows - he had looked at Joan that way every day of her life.

It had made his chest ache, both in missing her and something that felt uncomfortably close to love for his doppelganger’s son.

“Is Nora still alive on your earth?” asks Tina, almost as though she was afraid of the answer.

Jay hesitates. “I don’t know,” he exhales finally. “I thought of looking her up after finding out about Barry but...I don’t really want to. If that makes sense?”

“It more than makes sense,” assures Tina. “What happened to your doppelganger on this earth was quite traumatic - being framed for her murder, having his child taken away and locked up for years, then to be freed and reunited for less than a year before being murdered.”

“It’s not that though,” says Jay, looking away. “Fate played Henry a terrible hand, much worse than mine. I’ll own that. But my life has had its share of tragedy. Loss is practically guaranteed in the life of a superhero. And I don’t really have much left to lose anymore. It’s simply...I don’t want to look at her and maybe think of what might have been. I owe my wife more than that.”

Jay thinks of his conflicting feelings for Barry Allen. A speedster like him, born into a life he might have led, although not his son any more than he was Barry’s father. And yet, there is this inexplicable draw toward the young man, as though Henry Allen’s love for his child still echoed within the souls of his counterparts across universes. It feels like a pride and a yearning he could not explain nor quantify, and it disturbs him.

“There is no shame in being fond of Barry,” says Tina as though reading his thoughts. “Even without being related, he is a very endearing young man.” Then, wryly, “Even after he blackmails you into surrendering your prized prototype for a police sting and then loses it.”

Jay mulls this over for a minute. “You know,” he says in amusement, “I wish I could say I was surprised.” He remembers the force of nature that was Nora Thompson. She had shot him in the foot when he had tried to stop her going into a guerrilla camp after her kids.

He suspected later that she may also have done it on general principle.

“Mmm. Well I got it back in the end. And I owe him my life now,” Tina shrugs. “I’ve decided to let it go. But he can be rather single-minded in the pursuit of loftier goals, which is sometimes to his detriment.”

Jay tamps down his instinctive urge to defend Barry. It’s absurd. He knows the kid has a problem with tunnel vision, he has pulled him out of enough holes by now to have seen it first hand. “I may know where he might have got that from,” he says instead, and he does. Nora wasn’t the only one who could get a little...fixated. Hence his poor foot. Joan hadn’t been overly thrilled about that trait of his either, although age had eventually brought with it good sense.

For the most part.

Tina tilts her head, appraisingly. “And how do you know my doppelganger?”

Jay looked up in surprise. “How do you know I know your doppelganger?”

“Because you’ve been speaking to a person who should have been a total stranger as though she were someone very familiar to you?” Tina smiles. "Admit it. You know me well. Or at least my twin in your world.”

“I do,” Jay blushes and ducks his head. “Do you really want to know?”

“Well now I can’t not know can I?” Tina laughs, sitting down on the edge of the fountain.

“All right,” Jay grins. “Your counterpart moved next door to me in Larkspur, she was the prettiest girl in my high school and my first love.”

Tina throws her head back and laughs heartily “Oh my God,” she gasps. “What an American cliche!”

“You know what wasn’t an American cliche?” Jay chuckles, seating himself beside her.

“Do tell.”

“She realized she was a lesbian, dumped me and ran off to Europe to be with an exotic dancer. Last I heard, she and her wife had three children.”

Tina almost hoots in delight. Jay feels warm and pleased listening to her. He had forgotten how wonderfully frank and unselfconscious Tina’s laugh had been.

“Were you crushed?” she chortles, wiping her eyes.

“Absolutely. Moped for a year. But then I met Joan and forgave her. But I never forgot. Antonia McGee is not the kind of woman one forgets.” Jay feels young and light again as he looks at her and Tina grins back and raises her glass. “What about you?”

Tina takes a swig of her drink. “Me?” she says, thoughtfully. “Nothing so...eventful, I’m sad to say. I’m not a lesbian, but I like to think of myself as more equal opportunity. I married science, and it has been a difficult, demanding but very exciting spouse. Like you, I never regretted it. Although,” she levels a glance at him that is distinctly challenging (which Jay recollects is Tina’s way of flirting, because the woman had never understood coquetry), “having young friends like the West-Allens reminds me that there can be much more to life, and of the potentiality the future yet holds.”

“I can drink to that,” agrees Jay, clinking his glass with hers. Suddenly, he feels completely at ease as he and Tina smile at each other.

Maybe he wouldn’t try to escape early after all.

End.

[gmebackup]

Synopsis for 02-23-2021

Good morning everyone,

I am Rensole, Channel news 4 anchor AND I'M IN A GLASS BOX OF EMOTION!

*insert flashy intro card*

Covering shorts

So this is something I've seen posted a lot since last week but received a lot of dm's regarding the shorts.

Now how do shorts work? well that's easy they borrow (NOT BUY) a stock from a buddy of theirs, sell it for a 100 and think it will go down, so they buy the stock back at 90 and return the stock, making 10 bucks in the process. but every day they borrow it they need to pay a % of interest on the borrowed stock, so the guy lending out the stock makes a little bit as well. Sounds simple and innocent right? but instead of taking the 10 bucks these guys thought, lets bankrupt the company, meaning they wouldn't need to return the stock and keep the 100 bucks.

That's the situation we find ourselves in right now. The difference is they borrowed the stock below the 30 bucks mark, meaning if they buy back now they are out of a lot of money.

Now how does that overlap from GME to XRT?

Good question and I appreciate the opportunity to address that here!

GME is an banana, XRT is a fruit basket.

The fruit basket has multiple items in it but also the GME bananas.

They know we based our information on the Short info we got from the stock, so they told the SEC "Nah bro we don't own the bananas, we owe them part of our fruit basket

"This is semantics, as the part of the fruit basket they own, IS STILL THE GME BANANAS.

But this keeps the GME BANANAS off the books, thinking that would change how we looked at the stock and hoping we would figure "shit the Squeeze has been Squoze" But we found out, and we are not the wolves of wallstreet, we are the Sharks of the web, and we smell the blood in the water.

some good explanation on why this is the Mother of all Squeezes can be found here

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GME AND CHILL

Instead of netflix and chill we now have our own guys creating a Deepfuckingvalue movie. We just have a trailer, and it looks AMAZING This was made by u/thispersonedits and it's one of the coolest things I've seen so far!

When moon?

I've been seeing (and been asked) this a lot, there is no date on our ticket guys. We know a few things for a fact. they need to cover at some point is a fact. Mark Cuban said "the lower the price the more power we as a group hold, as it becomes cheaper and cheaper to buy more and more". and guess what that fucker was right.

Yesterday we saw the same ladder attacks we have been seeing for weeks, someone even bought 100.000 shares to short from god knows where, dropped them all to crash the price And you know what happened? THAT MOTHER FUCKER BOUNCED RIGHT BACK!!

Now someone last week said we may be starting the squeeze at the end of February, not because of some specific date related thing but because volume is dying down.

originally posted by u/jeepers_sheepers

so what does this mean? Low volume means they don't have the amount of shares needed to fuck with our tendies as much as they did weeks ago.

you know why? because our retarded friends have been buying it all.so they have less and less shares to move around. and it's like selling some item, any item.

if you have 4% you can't set the price you have to follow the guys setting the price. But if you start buying so much along with your friends, and at some point you control more than 80% of the stuff available... you set the price, and the guys that used to run the show will have to listen to us.

EGO

Now with all that going on, why isn't Melvin and Citadel letting it skyrocket? I mean they could make money all the way to the top just like us right? ride this motherfucker into the moon?

See this is where the problem is, it's not about money for them anymore, it's about EGO, they wont be able to live with themselves if they got beat by "dumb money".

All in all that's literally it, nothing more, nothing less.

just figure the guy who got more than 1.8 billion in 2020, Yes Kenny 2020 was really hard for all of us...and imagine him being at a next social party, and he is normally a big shot, suddenly he is a nobody because we have pegged him so hard with our dumb money, no one is ever going to take him seriously anymore.

Our AMC brethren

What? AMC ON OUR GME? yes hold up and relax. As some of you know (or at least I hope most of you) AMC is in the same boat as us, shorted to hell and back, by the same companies mind you!

But something sweet happened, New York is opening the theaters at 25% and guess what, AMC popped yesterday.

This means that the hedgies started to bleed from more than only GME but also AMC.

I'd like to thank everybody for now we can finally show a literal definition of "death by a thousand papercuts" in action

Planer of the apes: IV A new hope.

God damn yesterday was wild!

pre market all the way up to 18%, close of day at 13.33% ALL THAT was because of us.

Buy, hold repeat.

This fucked with their ladder shit so much that even though they where trying they got fucked over by us, the little guy, this wasn't because of a whale, this wasn't because of congress or media or whatever.

just US

So be sure to give yourself enough credit with this, dip buy hold repeat. and you know what, I'm gonna say it, this may be the beginning of the new squeeze. Don't be delusional to think it will happen in 2 days, but I think before the end of the week we can be at the 70 point again.

why? because these idiots didn't fight with other hedgies, they chose to fight with retards. Retards who know a rabbit hole as we have found ourselves in one often enough, and there is only one way out of this and that's for the other party to buy the shares back.

What if Melvin or Citadel go's bankrupt?

Doesn't matter, watch the big short.

Someone will ALWAYS be stuck with the bill, be it the brokers, the clearing houses or the government. Someone will pay and we will get our tendies.

Just so everyone knows FINRA short interest reports will be coming out TOMORROW! This will be a good point for us to tell how much they have shorted on GME and XRT. (or maybe other ETFS that have GME).

So now what?

First of all I'd like to say that's a great question and I'm happy to address them here and now, when I was a young boy in Bulgaria we where looking at the charts and we could always see that at 10AM the idiots start to short ladder and the price drops. This is like going to get some water at the cooler and that annoying idiot from accounting is there. We know it's going to happen, we know he's going to be there, just try to be nice and keep on going.

same go's with the shares, but before going on let me state WE DO NOT MAKE PRICE AGREEMENTS. But here is what I think, 100 bucks is ground floor with the new board, in the past weeks they have already expanded their business from just consoles to also include PC and things that revolve around pc's (mouse keyboards graphics cards you name it). this adds an entire new group.

we will get the q4 earning report next month.

So lets compare this to an actual video game, The Witcher 3.

WTF why? because there is a story that we know, and cd project red is known for giving free updates, and free dlc.

by my estimates 1K is a checkpoint, 10k is the boss

BUT WAIT! I'm fairly sure this game is going to get some extra story DLC and we will be getting more bang for our buck, meaning 10k is not the ending, we will be getting more. How much more we don't know, but all I know is that this can be a big.

This has been Channel 4 news.

Remember this is not financial advice I'm actually retarded.

Stay classy GME

As always feel free to let me know if I've missed anything and I'll add it in here.

[alexsmitposts]

Cheating Scandal in Admission to Elite American Universities is Telltale Sign of Decay in Higher Education One only needs to give a few lessons about how to apply to US universities – you teach students about the admission policies, motivational letters, etc. However, it is also necessary to make an attempt to get across to them the simple truth that they are most probably wasting their time and money applying to the so-called elite universities, unless they have super-rich parents or sugar daddies (gender notwithstanding). As a graduate of a US academic program, I would advise them that it is better to aim for the average universities, as the quality of education there is just as good, if not better; they are also far more likely to get accepted at one of these. But this advice applies mostly to the above-average students dreaming the Great American Dream, as the best of the tribe would not pay heed to my advice, howsoever logical it might be. As a teacher, what is most discouraging and disheartening to know is that deserving students cannot obtain the places they deserve, just because they are not from families through whom they can call the Clintons and the Obamas family friends. But what is especially discouraging is when foreign students, and those from working class families, who have brains and can actually get accepted, fail to get accepted to their dream Universities. What is even more disheartening is that, when deserving students have asked me over the years how the kids of the rich, famous and the powerful have always managed to enroll in the elite universities, I have had no answer. But I now have. It should always have been obvious – they scam their way in. When, in March, Federal prosecutors in the US charged nearly 50 parents, including celebrities and others in higher education, some of the who’s who among the “rich and famous”, with taking part in a massive cheating scandal designed to get their less than “so bright” children into elite universities, I understood why deserving students I knew were missing out on university seats that should rightfully have been theirs. While a lot many of us will rejoice that the perpetrators have been booked, as someone who understands how the underground power structure of the world works, I know very well that this is just the tip of an iceberg, and something that has been going on for a long time. In reality, elite universities are often just a country club for the brats of the rich. They are full of legacy admissions. One only has to think of George W. Bush, and how he got accepted into Yale and then somehow managed to graduate. The latest scandal even involved paying bribes to a so-called charity, and then using the bribe as a tax write off, a trick your Average Joe would never be able to get away with. I am close to Berea College in Kentucky, which is technically an elite college based on academics, as you had to be poor with lots of brains to get accepted. It is perhaps the only college in America that will not even consider your application if you come from a higher income class and are not in financial need. Back in my day, it had a 12 percent admission rate. You also had to work at least 10 hours a week to earn your keep at various college-based jobs and industries. But I would add the caveat that my characterization of corruption, and better choices of where to attend an American university, is more applicable to undergraduate education. The top universities are still the “go-tos” for masters and PhDs, I would say—those where you get the most bang for the buck. In this context, where academics are key, the admissions process is generally a legitimate one. I still wouldn’t discourage undergrads from applying to Harvard, Yale, Stanford, and such-like, because they often get better financial aid packages as well as perhaps more useful connections in terms of internships or work later on. Many such universities have blind admission policies, which means they don’t look at your financial status when examining your candidature. If they find you eligible, and if you don’t have the money, they will find it for you. But for those who fail to get into the American Ivy League, I sincerely advise them to look into other places where the educational experience is just as rich, if not even fuller. What I always try to instill in my students is a sense that education is a way of self-formation, of growth, of something that will make them inherently valuable. I think many of them appreciate that approach. As one of my former students wrote, “My life experience has been so different. I’m quite spoilt, and I continue to be spoilt. Can you imagine the Virginia taxpayer is footing the bill so that I do things I love – read and write? God bless them. I often wonder how and when I’ll give back to so many to whom I owe so much.” But – no offence – that’s a stupid sentiment to have. My friend, albeit well-intentioned, is overlooking how little he is involved in the entire scheme of the world. He is like a slave worrying about the dire condition of other worse off slaves. The true problem is that his only choices are “reading and writing”, and the State of Virginia pays him to remain ineffectual. The “God bless them” statement in his email is to me the ultimate affirmation of his own superiority and his own self-deception. It appears that he thinks his reading and writing are authentic experiences, rather than empty distraction for faux intellectuals. Once hooked by such ideas, foreign students often have a tendency to look down on those less fortunate. Thinking of my own college experience – who wouldn’t want a unique, fantastic education like that, especially if it was on a full scholarship? But you must find the money for most colleges, unless you fit their selection requirements: academically strong, motivated, and committed to the Appalachian region. I was deeply privileged, blessed, and just plain lucky to have managed to get funded. That’s a key element in the mix, needless to say. Another colleague recently shared with me about the status of higher education in the USA, “As part of my Ph.D. studies here in the US, I am participating in a small seminar course on the state of the university and academia in general. It has been very eye-opening. I always knew I wouldn’t want to be a part of the cut-throat publish-or-perish world, but I didn’t realize how, for example, disciplines, sub-disciplines, and tenure committees are as a rule highly specialized and rigid in their expectations – to the extent that, as a professor awaiting tenure, one is actively discouraged from engaging with the world through, say, op-eds in newspapers or blogging or other such public activities.” If you believe me, it is all about your field, and publishing in certain important journals and getting one or two academic books out (which should, in turn, be published by certain key university presses). It all seems a bit much to me. I think I just want to return to the classroom and teach, tenure be damned. But ask me again in a few years, I suppose. That is why plagiarism, even self-plagiarism, is so common amongst university professors – publish or perish.  I took a graduate course on the economics of education, and how programs are funded, and universities ranked, based on publications, even volumes of books in libraries. All that goes into the national and world rankings. The other side of the coin is former USSR countries, where little or no research is being conducted. Lecturers are using the same notes year on year and are paid peanuts—no outside research, no office hours and little student interaction in or outside of the classroom. Special Relationship But how is it in Europe, and specifically the UK, the country the US long had a “Special Relationship” with? That may be the next great scandal waiting to happen, as foreign students push out native Brits, who cannot afford to go to university anymore because tuition fees were tripled by the previous coalition government, despite one of the coalition parties, the Liberal Democrats, having won a lot of votes on a public promise that it would abolish tuition fees. Those Brits who can afford to go are now focused on diplomas rather than the once-dominant social aspects of university, for obvious reasons, But their parents have watched in horror as the value of their degrees is progressively eroded, to the point where being well connected is a greater guarantee of a job and a future, exactly what opening up higher education to all was supposed to prevent. Of course, tongue in cheek, such a cheating and bribery scandal could never happen at a British university, as Brits already know not to apply where they are not welcome due to their social class. But like Americans, Brits are also a bit naive at times, especially when it comes to white privilege and the Golden Rule -he who has the Gold makes the rules. Unlike Americans, Brits make a distinction between how you talk to a dustman and how you talk to an elected politician. As they don’t see the problem this causes, as it does in other countries, cheating by those who can becomes a way of life, as universities such as Exeter – described in guides as having a “high twit factor” –  amply demonstrate. But keep in mind that the American system is completely different. You can’t get access to Cambridge, for instance, by means of sports achievements. There is no such system there. The entrance requirements for new undergrads are strict, and 87% of the students selected for each year are either from the UK or have lived in the country for most of their lives (it’s really difficult to get accepted as a foreigner on an UG course). The problem is that if you have two candidates, both brilliant, one coming from a state school in a non -prestigious place and the other from an elite school, in all probability they will take the rich kid – or they will send the rich kid to the most exclusive college, e.g. the likes of St John’s or Brasenose, and the poor one to a second-rate college. Why? The UK is effectively run by an aristocracy which still owns 1/3 of the land and has most of the financial power. This class is very well represented in the academic world – to put it simply, it can’t get rid of itself. When it comes to post-grad, MD or MSc etc, the criteria are completely different. There is much more flexibility. But say a rich Chinese or Arab entrepreneur tells the college: if you take my son, I will give you a donation of 25 mln pounds. You know what the college will do, and there are many examples – all those chairs of Islamic Studies, funded by and named after Arab businessmen and sheikhs, haven’t appeared out of academic curiosity or considerations of balance. Who would say no? Another thing to investigate is that there’s quite a rich history of the sons and daughters of people who studied at Oxford or Cambridge, politicians and businessmen, ascending to degree courses by some sort of hereditary right. Is it possible, for instance, that the son of a couple of former Pakistani prime ministers is so gifted that he was able to pass the severe tests again? Was that in his DNA? I’ve never heard of any serious investigation of how so many of these cases occur. They might be more credible through the private school route, where donors buy privilege routinely, but not amongst comparative arrivistes who think privilege can subvert democracy, though not without foundation. . So there you have it – even what makes America Great is not what it used to be, and elite universities are proving themselves to be rotten to the core. But I see hope, as at least the new generation is starting to realize, not only on the international level, that the financial payoff from an expensive American degree is not what it is billed as. But is any degree worth it for that matter?

[mer-birdman]

7KPP Week Day 1 - Past

Everyone reacts a little differently to finding they're going to the Summit.

Iriel is ecstatic when the judges look at her and nod, and she almost tears the paper her poem's written on in half by accident before catching herself and bowing, entirely unable to keep the brilliant smile off of her face. It remains there as she tries not to skip to the winner's stand to receive the 'seal' (really just a fancy sailor's knot on a necklace cord) that signifies her new status as a Hisean Delegate to the seven-week Summit, and as she all but runs home with her hair loose and blowing in the wind.

Her father is in the front garden, tending to some of his Wellish orchids (he sure does love those plants, but Iriel doesn't mind because it's kind of sweet, and they certainly are lovely), and she very nearly knocks him over with her enthusiastic greeting.

"Papa! Papa, I got in, I won!"

With the patience of a saint (or a minor Wellish noble), Lord Antonio carefully extricates himself from the octopus-esque tangle of limbs and hair that is his daughter and braces his hands on her shoulders, meeting her excited eyes with a proud smile. "You did, did you? My little girl's going to be a delegate?"

Iriel nods, holding up the 'seal' for him to look at. He examines it carefully, parsing out some of the hidden meanings that Iriel's mother taught him, and doesn't try to hide the sentimental tears that well in his eyes and seep through the laugh-lines and wrinkles that litter his face from too many years of worrying about his girls. This time, it's he who wraps his arms around his daughter, both of them finally realizing that she's grown up now.

And if there should have been another body there, muscular arms squeezing tight and wild red hair tangling around them like a stormcloud — well, neither of them mention it.

Yemima is quite tempted to throw something at the messenger who delivers the news — an automaton beetle, perhaps, sure to annoy for a good hour or two. It would be small recompense for the annoyance she's about to face — honestly, what is Jiya thinking? What is the government thinking, for that matter, deciding to send her in Jiya's place? Yemima's an inventor, a craftswoman, not some— some pretty doll lady to dress up and dance around with social niceties. She's never been good at all that political whatnot — skies above, she works with machines, not people!

Instead, she thanks him courteously through her teeth and shuts the door a little too sharply in his face, whirling down the entry hall and a flight of stairs to her workshop, where she can collapse into a chair and slam her forehead against the surface of her desk.

It hurts a lot more than she expects, but then again it always does. "Ow... Damn it, one would think that after repeated offenses, the natural instincts would begin to inhibit..."

Her grumbling trails off into indistinct muttering as she reads and re-reads the missive, scanning the lines for any sign she might get out of this and scowling upon finding none. Stormy skies, she had a business! They couldn't expect her to just up and walk away from that for some politics that were frankly none of her concern, could they?

A sigh. Yes, yes they could.

Because that's just how nobility works, apparently. You're supposed to be pretty and poised and nice to look at, you're meant to be a wind-up doll that speaks pretty words when asked and remains quiet otherwise. They dress you up and play with you, make you march and dance with their will, and then put you on a shelf when they've used you up.

Well, Yemima's not going to allow them to wind her up and walk her as they wish. She's the creator, not the toy, and she refuses then and there to play a single one of their silly games.

Màiri shrugs off the well-meaning fuss of her staff and stumps her way out to the grove where her father's grave lies. By the time she arrives, a loyal stableboy at her side and chattering cheerily as he carries their lunch, she's leaning on her cane with both hands and almost can't feel the leather straps around her legs from the pain. But there's the headstone, starting to become overgrown with moss just the way her father would have liked it, and even after five years she feels a sharp pang at the memory of him.

The boy, Liam (the son of one of her childhood friends, an older boy who'd saved her from multiple accidents while they were playing knights and dragons in the woods), spreads a blanket on the ground before the grave and plops down in front of it with her, pressing his hands together and praying rapidly for 'the kind Lady's honored father". He's always called her that when he thinks she won’t hear — the kind Lady — and Màiri's inclined to blame his parents for the habit. She dearly hopes it's not some sort of instruction they're giving him, be nice to the Countess, she's got lots of money and she's weak enough to use.

That's probably not the case, but she can never be sure. There have been too many who have praised her to her face and tried to pull her strings, becoming angry when they realize her strings are made of steel and she will not move for them.

"Miss Lady Màiri, ma'am, are you going to come home after this?"

The question comes as Liam hands her a sandwich from the basket, and she's almost distracted by Mrs. Columbine's fantastic cooking (how that woman can make sandwiches mouthwatering is anybody's guess, but she's a sweetheart and doting and Màiri's not going to question her secrets) before she realizes that she probably ought to answer. "After the Summit, dear?"

"Mmhmm." He bites into a sandwich of his own, chewing quickly before swallowing (another gift of Mrs. Columbine's — she's instilled basic table manners into all the staff, bless her heart) and looking up at her with round, innocent eyes. "Just 'cause some of the other boys've been saying that you're leaving, ma'am, but you wouldn't ever leave Holt forever, right?"

And that makes Màiri smile. Because the crown can send her off and parade her around, try to sell her away to some other country, but she will always come back to her people even if she has to crawl.

"Of course, dear heart. Not even God could make me leave Holt."

Arielle tells Revin first, of course. The signs leave her hands so fast that he has to laugh and hold her fingers and ask her to slow down, please, I'm not that good at this yet and you know it. When she tells him (her signing deliberately slowed, sometimes fingerspelling words neither of them know yet) about the deal from the crown, he makes a face and muses on the possibility of him going in her place. In drag.

She tells him he'd make an ugly-ass countess with a deadpan expression, and his falsetto shriek of mock-offense sends them both to tears with laughter.

Next they tell Nora and Miriam and Lady Fiona, who all offer her their congratulations and advice and warnings. Revin's sisters get a mischievous gleam in their eyes and run off after begging some high-quality parchment and writing supplies from their mother, and some freshly-cured leather from their all-too-amused brother. Arielle's not sure what they're planning on doing, but she's pretty certain she'll find out before she leaves.

(When it's time to go and they present her with a beautiful leather belt-pouch, hand-stitched and embossed with her late father's crest, she thinks she might cry. When Revin opens it up and shows her the beautifully printed and gold-leaf-decorated conversation cards inside, full of useful phrases like 'please' and 'thank you' and 'I would fuck you over this table here and now', she doesn't even try to stop the tears of joy that escape as she howls in laughter and thanks God that she has such wonderful friends.)

Kite tells the princesses, even though they're pretty sure that Constance already knows, and Sina likely doesn't care. They both put on polite smiles, all prettiness and gladness on the surface, but it's pretty clear that they're worried on the inside — or at least, Constance is. Kite can't claim to know much about the Princess's marriage, but Constance has been persistent in keeping them near her and they know more than they likely should. Enough to know that not everyone leaves the Summit happy.

They have tea together her chambers, away from most prying eyes — Constance and Sina and Kite and their mother, Lady Amrâlimê. Mother kisses their forehead and fusses in her quiet, poised way, while Constance tries to think of useful tales from her own experience. She can't come up with much — as a first daughter of Arland, she didn't have the Summit experience most young Ladies have, and indeed spent most of her time quietly following her duties with a sort of melancholy resignation. Kite feels a little bit like they're being sent to the gallows, the way things are sounding.

Sina is the one source of light in their conversation, prattling in delight about how her dear older brother was also going to the Summit, and while she'd certainly like it if he brought back a new big sister for her, she wouldn't mind if he brought back a Kite instead. That comment earns more than a few carefully restrained peals of laughter (and Kite's properly unrestrained belly laugh as well).

It's not like they're really expecting to marry at the Summit. Kite has become rather infamous within the Court for the fact that they've never been involved in an affair or dalliance (or if they have, they're exceptionally skilled at keeping it hidden), and if asked about it they would simply reply that they've never been interested. Oh, Kite likes people, but any sort of sexual attraction is quite beyond them, and trying to extricate one from the other... well, there's no time for nit-picking like that in Corval. If you don't want one, than you don't have any, and that's that.

So they just smile and tell Sina that they're sure Prince Zarad will find a lovely big sister for her, and they'll make sure to keep visiting no matter what happens to them.

It's not like it could be more dangerous than the Court, right?

Esther has been resigned to her fate ever since Constance left, and it's with a long sigh that she leaves her parents' presence and returns to her chambers, resisting the urge to grab one of the ridiculously lavish pillows from a nearby lounge and scream into them. She's known it was coming, it's the fate of all daughters of the house of Arland, but yet...

A small, childish part of her had hoped that she might be able to find what she desired. Men had never really interested her, not in a meaningful way, and even if it was just that the men of Arland were dull and stuck-up and utterly infuriating... she would have liked to live in a different world, one where her sister wasn't in another country and one where she could find a lovely woman and marry her and live happily like that.

Kian is waiting in her sitting room, and once they're alone (or as alone as one can be, here in their home) he jumps to his feet and throws his arms around her waist, thin face pressed into the fabric of her skirts and shoulders shaking. He's only eleven, too young to remember Constance as more than a face and a voice, but Esther's been almost a third parent to him (the Queen, bless her heart, means well but is far too consumed by the trials of leadership to spend much time being a mother).

They hold onto each other for a few minutes, her hands running through his dark hair (black like hers, rather than the lighter brown that their mother and eldest sister possess) and his fisted in the fabric by her waist.

Eventually, he pulls away and looks up at her as they make themselves as comfortable as possible on the low sofa by the window, eyes wide and blue-green and teary. "Esther, you're not leaving forever, right? You'll still be able to visit me, won't you?"

"Oh, Kian." She wishes and wishes she could lie, but she can't. The truth has to hurt sometimes. "I may not be able to. It will depend on who I marry — he may be nice, and let me come back to see you, but he may be like big sister Constance's husband and not let me go."

Kian blinks, face scrunched up in displeasure. "Well, when I'm king, I'll make a decree that my sisters must be allowed to visit me. They'll have to let you come back then!"

A sigh escapes her lips and she pulls him close to her side, murmuring into his hair as though he's still just a babe. Her dearest little brother. He's too young for the mantle they want him to take up, and she wishes she could be here for him when he does, but her chances are slim. Still, for now, she will try to hold onto hope for a future where they can still smile, the children of the house of Arland.

"I will await the day, my dear little brother."

Yuè-Lian Li doesn't know what to think when the official letter comes, handed to her at the door by a messenger with the livery of the Castle. She should be happy, right? This is... this is what she wanted, isn't it? A ticket to further power, further agency, a ship out of this empty life and country full of backstabbing and falseness. A path to the freedom she's always craved, something to take her away from everything that snaps at her heels like starving hounds. She should be happy, shouldn't she?

Instead, she falls into the soft-cushioned chair of her writing desk and weeps into her hands.

Somehow, it just doesn't feel as real as it should have. This was supposed to be an accomplishment, something she won with her own skills and strengths, not some prize awarded to Revaire's favorite freak for being an affront to humanity. It was supposed to be success, not an empty feeling gnawing in her chest and the growing fear that this was just the Royal Family wanting to parade her around and sell her off, this exotic child unlike anything the world has ever seen.

It's not her fault she was born this way. It's not, it's not, it's— she never asked to be like this.

Oh, who is she even kidding? Nobody will want to marry her — a widow at nineteen, a freak from Revaire with hair white as snow and eyes red as death. There's nothing she has to give a man; not money or political power, not even her maidenhood. Her estate is too small to be of much worth to the wealthier, more important nobles who will be at the Summit. After all, who will want to wed her when they can have the princess instead, unless they're looking for an exotic bride. A doll to dress and parade around, like a fancy horse or a well-bred dog.

If Yuè had energy, she would be angry. Instead, she just feels hollow.

After the judges finally run up to the table and tell her it's over, she won, here's her seal they'll see her when the boats leave, Irina goes home and vomits in the back alley behind her father's house. The beer is a foul taste on her tongue as she gags, jabbing fingers into the back of her throat over and over until nothing comes up but stomach acid. She dry-heaves once more and wipes her mouth on a scrap of spare bandage which is promptly tossed into the hearth fire as she enters the building. It's not like she's stupid or anything — better to get rid of it all now than let it sit and give her a worse morning. It was downed quickly, so she's relatively hopeful that not all of it made it to her bloodstream.

Well. That's that, then.

Her father doesn't leave his room as she passes it on heavy feet, too tired and shaky to bother muffling her footsteps as she makes her way to her bedroom and shuts herself in. The stiff leather cuffs around her wrists feel uncomfortable and sticky, and her forehead feels clammy when she brushes a thin hand across it to wipe away the cold sweat that's beaded there.

Nothing to do but prepare, she supposes. She'll need clothes, of course — how quickly can a seamstress work on commission? She's sure she's in dire need of formal gowns (since she hasn't worn anything but trousers ever since nononono don't don't don'tthinkaboutit don't think about it), and nicer clothes might just be in order anyways. Things with long sleeves to cover the leather cuffs that her father won't let her take off and the bandages underneath that only the doctor is allowed to clean and change. And shoes too — boots are all well and good for sailing, and sandals for home, but they'll probably want her to wear shoes that are pretty and dainty with thin heels and closed toes, and like hell she has any of those right now.

Maybe she'll get new dancing slippers too — but no, no point wasting extra money on something she'll never use. The Summit's a perfect place to die, after all — no meddling father to find her bleeding out, no doctor to run to and fix things that should never have been fixed. But wounds take too long, so there's no point trying to sneak in a weapon. She'll have to stash away some more... covert alternatives in her luggage.

It's almost ironic, the amount of time she's spent building up immunities to poisons, only to go buy them once again for their intended purpose. Hemlock, nightshade, daphne, mistletoe... she'll have to stock up, since all the stores she's secreted away have been neglected for over a year and are surely either rotted or completely impotent now. At least she knows exactly how much she needs to get the job done properly.

It's a good thing the fate of Hise doesn't rest on the shoulders of Blackthorn's Mad Daughter, because this time, she absolutely won't wake up.

Irina almost can't wait.

So I originally intended to write this for all of my MCs, but... that didn’t want to happen, so I just made sure I had at least one for each currently available background. (And two for the countess and the pirate because I HAVE SO MANY, but whatever.)

Anywho, here’s day one! :D

Edit: crossposted to Ao3!

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GLORIFYING GODHEAD THE TRINITY, FOREVER AND EVERMORE, AMEN, AND AMEN....🍒🍒🍒🍒

IT'S A DAMN SHAME AMERICA, Y'ALL ASS HAVE REALLY FORGOTTEN GODHEAD, SO IN DOING THE SAME THING LIKE THAT DAMN TRUMP IN LYING, STEALING, DECEIVING BILLIONS OF PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD CLAIMING YOUR HELPING!!! WHEN SINCE YOUR WIG HEADED LOOKING RACIST ASS IS DAMN FULL OF HATRED, YOU GOT INTO TO OFFICE I DISCERNED THE LEADER'S IN COMPANIES IT BECAME ALL ABOUT MONEY IN JOB POSITIONS, THEY DIDN'T CARE ABOUT YOUR HEALTH, OR NOTHING JUST AS LONG AS THEIR DUMBASS LOOKED GOOD!!!! AND IT'S ALWAYS WHEN Y'ALL BASTARDS FROM HELL, HAS A COMPANY AND Y'ALL REALIZE A GOLDEN CHILD[GODHEAD BABY IS IN YOUR COMPANIES Y'ALL GET THE #1 RANK IN THE COUNTRY!!! THE DUMBER YOU ARE, THE HARDER YOUR FALL, I WILL GET ALL OF THESE DAMN DEVILS IN THIS WORLD NOW, THIS QUEEN ELIZABETH L.SMITH, WILL HAVE EVERY DAMN DEVIL DESTROYED OFF THIS EARTH, JUST BECAUSE I WAS THAT BABY IN THE WOMB, WHO FELT EVERYTHING. AND KNEW WHO LOVED ME, AND WHO DIDN'T!!! THIS WORLD WILL NOW BEGIN TO FEEL, THE SAME WAY WE FELT, WHEN Y'ALL ASS TRIFLED OVER US FOR OUR OWN INHERITANCE!!! THEY WHERE SO VERY KIND THEY LOVED ALL PEOPLE, ME HELL NO WHEN I SENSED A TRADER, I JUST OBSERVED THEM, AND I ALSO OBSERVED THAT SCRIPTURE FROM ISAIAH 54. I KNEW MY ABEOJI VOICE, AND WHEN HE BECAME FED UP WITH PEOPLE DECEPTION!!! FOR EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD, YOUR ASS BETTER HOPE YOU ALL DON'T HAVE A HOLY BIBLE NAME, AND HAVE BEEN LIVING IN DARKNESS, THIS WHOLE TIME!!!! MY HUSBAND ALPHA AND OMEGA, AND I WILL GET EVERYBODY ASS, THAT ANGERED OUR HEAVENLY FATHER GOD ELOHIM, DAVID KNEW JONATHAN WAS NEVER FOR HIM, BUT JUST SOME CREEPING THING SO SAUL COULD KNOW WHERE DAVID WAS LOCATED!!! ONLY GODHEAD AND BOAZ SHOULD KNOW WHERE I AM, AND WHAT I'M DOING FOR NOW ON, DON'T GET YOUR ASS CAUGHT BY ME IN TRYING TO SNITCH EVERYTHING ABOUT ME!!! BASICALLY YOUR ASS SHOULD BE SCARED OF WHAT ELOHIM, HAS INSTORED FOR EVERY DAMN BODY, THAT WRONGED ME ALL OF MY 32 YRS OF MY LIFE!!!! AND I DON'T NEED PITY, I JUST WANTED A PEACEFUL LIFESTYLE WITH MY CREW, BUT PEOPLE BECAME FILLED WITH GREED, AND NOW IT'S JUST GODHEAD, BOAZ AND I AND MY MOM, WHO GODHEAD GAVE ME!!! I WANTED TO BE LOVED LIKE THIS FOR SO LONG SINCE 2000, AND NOW MY KING OF GLORY ALPHA AND OMEGA, TRULY I THANK THEE OH HEAVENLY FATHER GOD ELOHIM HIS MAJESTY, YOU GAVE ME, WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED JUST TO BE LOVED THE WAY YOU MADE ME TO BE!!! SO YES BOAZ, IT'S TRULY A BLESSING FROM GODHEAD THAT I DIDN'T GET THAT MODELING CONTRACT IN 2004, MY DAD WAS ABOUT TO PAY FOR ME, BUT SOMEONE ELSE INTERFERED!!! I PLANNED IT ALL OUT, ADONAI KNOWS I WAS GOING TO GO ACROSS SEAS, AND GET AMERICA BACK BY SONGS AND EVERYTHING LIKE MY BROTHER 2PAC DID, AND SAID THE RACIST PRESIDENT.... WE HAVE HAD PEOPLE OF HATRED IN OUR MAIN OFFICE THE WHITE HOUSE, IS REALLY GODHEAD HOUSE, AND THOSE THAT WHERE FULL OF SATAN, WHERE NEVER SUPPOSE TO BE IN THAT WASHINGTON,DC!!! IT ALWAYS FELL BACK ON US, TO BE THE ONES WHO INTERVENED IN THE REAR, PETITIONED THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN FOR ALL OF THOSE WHO LIVED IN RIGHTEOUSNESS, TO PRESERVE THEM FOR ALL ETERNITY!!! THE OWNER OF THE UNIVERSE, MEET THE SAME DAUGHTER OF HIS MAJESTY, QUEEN ELIZABETH L.SMITH [CONSECRATED TO GOD'S LIGHT]!!! I WON'T SPARE NO DAMN DEVIL, ON AND UNDER THIS EARTH, MY TWINS, DAD, GRANDMOTHER AND EVEN ALL OF THE OTHERS AROUND THE WORLD,WHO WHERE BETRAYED BY PEOPLE YOU BOUGHT THINGS FOR YOUR WHOLE LIFE, JUST DIDN'T WANT TO DO RIGHT BY YOU AT ALL, BUT MADE THINGS HARD FOR YOU, BECAUSE THEY HATED YOU ALL ALONE[THIS ENTIRE TIME]!!! NO ONE WHO LOVES YOU, WANTS YOU IN THE HOSPITAL TO LAUGH AT YOU, AND TO BRAG ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN THE HOSPITAL[STATING YOU WHERE IN THE WILDERNESS AGAIN], NOT KNOWING I HAD BEEN VACATIONING IN THOSE BATTLES TELLING ON EVERYTHING, AND EVERYONE I CAME IN CONTACT WITH!!! I'M THE INTELLIGENCE AGENT, FROM THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN FAMILY, MY HOME IS HEAVEN, BUT I'M JUST SOMEONE WHO LOVES MY ABEOJI MY FATHER GOD SUPREME JUDGMENT, WHO HAVE ALWAYS, JUST DID ANYTHING TO ACKNOWLEDGE GODHEAD YAHWEH AND YESHUA, IT'S TOO LATE EVERYONE I'VE HANDED EVERYTHING OVER INTO EL ELYON HIS MAJESTY, NO ONE CAN SAVE Y'ALL EVIL ASS FROM THE DESTRUCTION THAT'S COMING UPON ALL OF THOSE WHO LIVE IN SIN=COVETOUS!!! MY KING OF GLORY, MY HEART IS REALLY WITH YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING NOW, ALPHA AND OMEGA, YOU CONQUERED EVERYTHING, JUST SO WE COULD LIVE, AND PLEASE GOD IN ALL THINGS!!! BUT TO SEE, THE HEARTS OF PEOPLE, AND HOW ARROGANT,PRIDEFUL HAUGHTY,SLOTHFUL, AND WASTEFUL THEY ARE THESE DAYS, I DESPISE ALL OF OUR ENEMIES TOUSAN NEM.... MANKIND OWED YOU ALL THEIR LIVES, AND INSTEAD THEY USED FUNKY TRICKS & TREATS, TO REAP YOUR KIDS BENEFITS!!! IT SHOWS THESE DAYS, THEY PUT ARTIST ON CDS, THAT WASN'T EVEN BORN BACK IN OUR DAYS, LOVING MONEY THAT MUCH AGAIN ARE YALL!!! I TOLD THEM SERIOUSLY THE 6 OF JULY, WHEN THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN ASKED ME, WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR TWIN LEFT YOU BECAUSE OF MONEY, I SAID IT BETTER NOT BE TRUE, CAUSE I WOULD BURN ALL OF THE DAMN MONEY!!! HAVING SOMEONE I LOVE NEAR ME IS MORE VALUABLE TO ME THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD!!! YOU CAN GET THINGS ANYTIME, BUT A HEART THAT'S JUST LIKE YOURS, YOU CAN'T PUT A PRICE ON THAT!!!MY ULTIMATE GREAT AND VERY HOLY, WORTHY KING,LORD, AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST, I REALLY HURT[IT PIST ME OFF] WHEN IT COMES TO SEEING PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD HAS FORSAKEN YOU FOR THE BEAST!!! OH ADONAI, MAYBE PEOPLE DON'T NEED NOTHING, ONLY YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DECISION IS FOR THIS WORLD! I JUST KNOW IT'S WRONG TO HATE A GODLY FEARING MAN & WOMAN WHO LIVES IN RIGHTEOUSNESS, TO MARRY SOMEONE WITH THE EVIL ASS INTENTIONS OF CONTROLLING THEM, AND MAKING THEM SUFFER JUST BECAUSE YOU ALL ARE WICKED YOURSELVES!!! THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN WILL VERY SURELY, AND VERY TRULY CRUSH EVERYONE, AND EVERYTHING THAT'S NOT OF GODHEAD THE TRINITY= YAHWEH AND YESHUA, THAT BETRAYAL IT'S THE DAMN KIND, THAT MAKE YOU REALLY BEAT PEOPLE ASS REALLY, BUT THE REASON YOU DON'T IS CAUSE I JUST LOVE MY LOVING CREW, MORE THAN LOVING Y'ALL IN THIS EARTH!!! Y'ALL DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE SERVING, Y'ALL ARE TOSSED TO AND FRO, WAVERING AS THE SEA!!! THESE PEOPLE BOAZ, THEY CAN'T BE TRUSTED THEIR WORDS ARE SO DECEPTIVE IT STINKS, EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM STINKS, AND SUCKS BIG TIME!!! MAN PUT THESE BASTARDS INTO THESE BUSINESS CORPORATIONS AROUND THE WORLD, YOUR LOVE FOR MONEY HAS DESTROYED Y'ALL ALREADY THAT YOUR A LIVING NAUGHT(NOTHING= NOBODYS), THAT WE WILL LOOK AND SEE NO MORE... Y'ALL DON'T EXIST NO MORE TO ME, I TOLD AMERICA LAST MONTH TO GO THROUGH THE TREASURY IN EVERY STATE AND TOWN IN AMERICA, AND GIVE EVERYONE THEIR MONEY BACK... THAT WAS A COMMAND FROM THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN USING ME, TO TELL Y'ALL THAT DATABASE, Y'ALL CAN WRITE EVERYONE THEIR CHECKS, YOU ALL DON'T NEED US TO DO NOTHING BUT, RECEIVE OUR CHECKS THAT Y'ALL ASS TOOK FROM US OVER THE YEARS!!! A VERY GREEDY GOVERNMENT THAT'S DOOMED TO HELL!!! THAT GOES, FOR EVERY GOVERNOR IN THIS WORLD TOO, MAKING DAMN EXCUSES NOT TO PAY PEOPLE BACK THEIR MONEY, BUT YOU WANT TO COLLECT SOMETHING YOU NEVER SOWED!!! DAMN Y'ALL TARES AND WEEDS IN THIS WORLD, I'M LINCHING EVERYBODY DAMN IT, Y'ALL WILL VERY SUDDENLY FEEL HOW MY DAD,BROTHER,SISTER AND EVERYONE THAT'S IN HEAVEN FELT, WHEN THINGS HAPPENED IN THE MIDST OF YOUR HAPPINESS, YOU WHERE FILLED WITH TEARS OF ANGER, WHILE THEIR TEARS WHERE HAPPINESS!!! SO WHAT WILL EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD DO SEEING, Y'ALL WHERE ALREADY SENTENCED TO HELL, THE MOMENT YOU PLOTTED IT IN THE CLOSET, IN THE CHAIR, AND UNDER THE BED!!! I WON'T HERE NO, I NEVER MEANT ANYTHING BY IT, I WAS JOKING.. YEAH YOUR JOKE, SENT YOU INTO LAKE OF FIRE TOO... YOU ALL WON'T STOP THIS MINISTRY, EVEN IF Y'ALL ASS HAVE TO DIE OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH, BEGINNING THIS VERY DAY, Y'ALL SHOULD HAVE LET THAT INCOME TAX OF MINE GO INTO MY HANDS, CAUSE NOW ADONAI, IS REQUIRING EVERYBODY'S SOUL, WHO HAS EVER WRONGED ME, AND THOSE I TRULY LOVED, AND I NEVER REALLY HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO TELL THEM ANYTHING ABOUT ME... I WAS THAT BUSINESS GIRL FROM SUNDAY SCHOOL TILL NOW, SO BASICALLY I WON'T GIVE NOBODY MERCY, WHEN I HAVE TO DECIDE SOMETHING ABOUT EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD!!! LET MY HUSBAND ALPHA AND OMEGA, ASK ME, MY QUEEN WHAT WOULD YOU LOVE TO HAVE DONE IN THIS EARTH, ALL THOSE DAMN ENEIMES RECEIVE EVERYTHING THEY EVER DID TO OUR HEAVENLY FATHER GOD ELOHIM HEART!!!! AND TO RESTORE THIS WORLD, BACK TO THE BEAUTY ADONAI CREATED THIS WORLD TO LOOK LIKE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! ABEOJI FATHER GOD, I WILL JUST HAVE TO BE YOUR WRITER IN THIS WORLD, THEY DO TOO MUCH, AND I DESPISE A DUMBASS BASTARD TRYING TO TEACH ME ANYTHING, YOU ARE A CREEPING THING THAT'S BENEATH ME, YOU WHERE NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN SPEAK TO ME, PUNISH THEIR ASS SEVERELY, FOR COMING INTO MY OWN STATE TENNESSEE, WITH THIS DAMN TWISTED ASS MINDSET!!!! IF GOD WANTED Y'ALL ASS TO BE WHATEVER GENDER, JUST BE HAPPY AND VERY GRATEFUL TO GODHEAD, YAHWEH AND YESHUA, THAT Y'ALL ASS IS STILL BREATHING ON EARTH. I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE, TALK ABOUT OTHERS WRONGED THEM, AND DAMN THEIR ASS PROBABLY HAVE WRONGED SO MANY PEOPLE WICKEDLY, AND SHADY THAT YOUR GIFTS AND TALENTS TOLD ME EVERYTHING I NEEDED, TO KNOW ABOUT YOU TRADERS, AND OH YEAH MY TWIN HE HAD Y'ALL MUSIC A CLUE OF A LIFETIME, TO CATCH SOME DAMN CROOKED ASS ROACHES,RATS, AND SPIDERS!!! ARIGATO,XIEXIE,GOSAMANIDA, AND SARANGHAEYEO EVERYONE IN HEAVEN. THANK YOU IN JAPAN,ASIAN,AND KOREA, AND I LOVE YOU IN KOREAN LANGUAGE!!! BOAZ AND MOM, I REALLY THANK GODHEAD, FOR THE LOVE YOU ALL HAVE SHOWN ME IN THIS TIME OF MY LIFE, I CHANGED IN A WAY THAT PEOPLE LITERALLY TOLD ME THEY HATED THE NEW ME, NOT KNOWING I'M THAT BABY GIRL,WHO JUST MATURED IN GODHEAD, THE VOCALS COMBINED... MY KING YOU SAID PEOPLE WHO OFFEND YOUR LITTLE ONES ARE SENTENCED TO HE'LL, THEY OFFENDED ME ALL OF MY YEARS, MY KING, JUST BECAUSE I REALLY RESEMBLE MY DAD AND MY BROTHER TRULY... BOAZ MAYBE SOMEDAY YOU'LL GET TO MEET ME AGAIN, SOMEWHERE WHERE PEOPLE TRULY KNOW LOVE... BECAUSE AMERICA HAS DID IT FOR THE FINAL TIME, I'M NOT SAVING NO DAMN BASTARD YOUR ASS GO TO HELL SUDDENLY I'M REJOICING IN THE NAME OF THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, AND IN THE NAME OF MY LORD JESUS CHRIST TOO, DAILY AND ALWAYS... AT LEAST I'M ALWAYS LOVED BY HEAVEN AND MY FAMILY WITH BOAZ, SO THIS IS ALL I NEED IN THIS LIFE MY KING OF GLORY ALPHA AND OMEGA. BOAZ IF ONLY YOU REALLY KNEW, THE FREEDOM I RECEIVED IN JUST MEETING YOU IN THAT ONE DAY, I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, GODHEAD PROMISED ME IN THIS LIFE MY LOVE, YOU CHOOSE WHAT YOU DESIRE TO DO THIS LIFE NOW, I'M LEAVING QUICKLY SOON... I CAN TELL I NEED TO TRAVEL IN PREACHING AROUND THE WORLD SAYING THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IS AT HAND FOREVERMORE!!! TO JUST BE A TRAVELING PREACHER OF LIGHT IN RIGHTEOUSNESS MY KING OF GLORY ALPHA AND OMEGA, IT'S ALL I EVER DESIRED!!! AMERICA DON'T NEED A BLESSING LIKE ME IN THIS COUNTRY NO MORE, THEY CAN HANDLE THINGS THEIRSELVES, SINCE IT'S ALL ABOUT THEM ANYWAY DUMBASS BASTARDS BURN IN HELL!!! AND NO I'M NOT LIKE THE MINISTERS AND MUSICIANS IN THIS WORLD YALL BUTTKISS TOO JUST TO FIT IN WITH THE IN CROWD. DAMN BEYONCE MEN, AND MARIAH R.KELLY TIMBALAND P.DIDDY JERMAINE DUPREE, ALL Y'ALL ASS WE PLAYED EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD. IN GODHEAD ELOHIM HIS MAJESTY APPOINTED TIME, Y'ALL WILL FIND OUT IT WAS YOUR DEMISE, AND OBLIBERATION JUST FOR Y'ALL STUPID ASS, MESSING WITH A KING OF MUSIC, AND MINISTRY, MEET THE QUEEN OF MUSIC, AND MINISTRY THE TWIN SISTER, THAT'S NOT PLAYING OR SMILING WITH Y'ALL DECEPTIVE ASS... SEEING THAT MY TWINS INVENTIONS Y'ALL WROTE Y'ALL RACIST ASS NAMES ON HIS INVENTIONS JUST CAUSE Y'ALL WHERE WHITE!!! YOU INVENTION CORP, AND PENSACOLA FLORIDA A BEKA CHRISTIAN SCHOOL Y'ALL WHERE DAMNED TO HELL THE MOMENT, Y'ALL DIDN'T REFUND THEIR MONEY BACK TO THEM!!! I KNEW THIS CRAP, WOULD EXPLODE BACK IN Y'ALL DAMN FACES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR MY TURN TO STEP ON TO THE SCENE... YO ABEOJI NEM, WE GOT ALL OF THESE DAMN DUMMIES. ALSO TURBO TAX SENTENCED TO HELL TOO... MAN Y'ALL JUST MESSED UP AND BURNED EVERYTHING Y'ALL OWN TO HELL, WHILE WE ARE RECEIVING EVERYTHING OUR HEAVENLY FATHER GOD ELOHIM CREATOR OF HEAVEN AND THE EARTH, HAS DESTINED JUST FOR US TO HAVE!!! WELL MY ORGANIZING SKILLS HAVE BEEN MASTERED ALONG WITH EVERYTHING BOAZ MY LOVE, AND MOM WE LOVE YOU OH SO VERY MUCH FOR JUST BEING THE VERY LOVING,PEACEFUL, AND JOYFUL IN THE HOLY GHOST PERSON ADONAI MADE YOU TO BE IN THIS WORLD. YOUR LOVE REALLY MADE ME REALIZE IT'S OK TO BE THE WOMAN OF GODHEAD I AM, THESE DAYS, BECAUSE OF COURSE BOAZ AND YOUR LOVE FOR ME, REMINDED ME OF EVERYTHING I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY FATHER GOD TELLING ME TO DO IN THIS LIFE, JUST FOR MY FATHER GOD SUPREME JUDGMENT ALONE!!! SO PLEASE DON'T THINK I COULD EVER TAKE CREDIT FOR SOMETHING OTHERS HELPED ME IN, YOU ALL I REALLY DO TREASURE EVERYONE THAT'S IN THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN FAMILY, ALL OF YOU HAD YOUR PART IN ME GROWING UP WHETHER YOU KNOW IT OR, NOT YOU ALL DID... MR. & MRS. MONROE, MY HEART REALLY GOES OUT TO YOU ALL BECAUSE THOSE KIDS, NEVER REALLY APPRECIATED NOTHING YOU ALL DID FOR THEM, I DISCERNED IT IN THE VIDEOS OF THE KINGDOM PRINCIPLES... WE TRUE HEIRS WE PROTECT THOSE WE LOVE, WE DON'T PRETEND WITH PEOPLE IN THE WORLD TO JUST MAKE IT SEEM LIKE YOUR OF LIGHT, WHEN YOUR OF DARK!!! WE NEVER COULD STAND EACH OTHER, BECAUSE I WAS ALWAYS THE OPPOSITE OF MY ADVERSARIES... THE SAME LIKE MY TWIN, HE TAUGHT ME MOSTLY EVERYTHING ABEOJI, HOW TO TAKE CARE OF MY HAIR, NAILS, AND HOW TO REPRESENT US[THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN THE RIGHTEOUS WAY, I COULDN'T LET OTHERS TAKE THE CREDIT FOR WHAT GODHEAD BLESSED DAD AND YOU AND SIS, TO TEACH ME ALL THROUGH THE YEARS... IT'S FUNNY CAUSE I TRULY REMEMBER ASKING MY FATHER GOD YOU SENDING ME WHERE, YOU ARE GOING WITH ME RIGHT DADDY? I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU TOLD ME, YOU'LL BE WITH OTHERS THAT'S YOUR KIND, AND I'M WITH YOU ALWAYS TOO!!! MY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD, NO ONE CAN TAKE HIS PLACE IN MY LIFE, BECAUSE I WON'T ALLOW NO INTERFERENCE IN MY WALKING LIFESTYLE WITH THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN NOW, IT'S OVER, IT'S FINISHED FOR ALL ETERNITY NO MORE STRIVING WITH ADVERSARIES, GODHEAD FIGHTS FOR ME NOW, YOU ALL HAVE BEEN FIGHTING HIS MAJESTY THIS WHOLE TIME. OH MY LOOK AT ALL IF THESE FALLEN PERISHING ENEMIES THAT'S AROUND ME, TOO BAD FOR YALL... I'M LEAVING, I AIN'T STAYING IN NO DAMNED LYING COUNTRY, WHO DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE SERVING!!! TRUMP YOUR EVIL STUPID ASS WILL MADE AN EXAMPLE OUT OF VERY SOON,ALONG WITH YOUR DUMBASS CLAN=THE OBAMA FAMILY, AND THE CLINTON FAMILY... MY I REALLY HATE TRIG TOO, DAD LOVD[LOVING OUT VERY LOUD, THOSE DAMN TRICKS AND TREATS BASTARDS REALLY HAVE BEEN LOVING OCT, CRAP ALL THROUGH THE YEARS, ENJOY BURNING IN HELL, ALONG WITH THOSE DAMN THINGS!!! Y'ALL LOVE SOMETHING THAT HATES THE VERY EXISTENCE OF Y'ALL TOO... I TOLD YALL IN HEAVEN, ONCE A DUMBASS, ALWAYS A DUMBASS!!!! MY TOUSAN NEM[MY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD NEM,THEY WILL REPAY Y'ALL BACK TO Y'ALL FACES TO ME, I DON'T WATCH T.V. OR MOVIES RIGHT NOW, CAUSE DAMN THESE BASTARDS IN THE USA, THEY ARE TOO OBSESSED WITH MAKING EVERYTHING ABOUT THEIRSELVES, JUST LIKE CERTAIN PEOPLE IN THE HOLY BIBLE I KNOW DID THE SAME THING!!! LORD JESUS CHRIST ,JACOB,AND JOSEPH, AND BOAZ, WENT THROUGH SOME STUFF WITH THOSE DAMN WOMEN, WHO STAYED THEIR ASS IN FRONT OF EVERY MAN IN THE EARTH. EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE MARRIED, AND THE SAME FOR THE MEN TOO, WHY MARRY SOMEONE AND YOU STILL THINK EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD IS YOURS TOO. WE HAVE OLDER PEOPLE TRYING TO BE YOUNGER, AND WE HAVE THE YOUNGER TRYING TO BE OLDER, IT'S A VERY DEADLY SIN AGAINST GODHEAD TO COVET, HIS ANOINTED PEOPLE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS... IT WILL KILL Y'ALL OFF THE EARTH TRYING TO IMMITATE BOAZ AND I DON'T DO IT!!!! Y'ALL SHOULD HAVE LEFT THOSE DAMN CDS ON THE SHELF TELLING Y'ALL IT'S OK TO BE LIKE THEM, NO IT WAS A TRAP TO SNARE Y'ALL INTO GOING TO HELL... THE MAN WHO CLAIMED HE WAS SAVING A TROUBLED WORLD WAS A PITBULL, FROM HELL, SHE LIED IT WASN'T A MAN BUT A GIRL, THE 1 BATTLE IN 2008 AROUND 2/14/2008-2/26/2008[ ADONAI I ASKED HIM, DID HE TELL HIM TO PUT THAT BIBLE OUT IN THIS WORLD. HE SAID NO MY CHILD THAT'S NOT MY CHILD AT ALL!!! I KNEW YOUR VOICE AT CERTAIN TIMES HAD A HIDEOUS TONE, AT TIMES I OVERLOOKED IT, AND SAID IT BETTER NOT BE THAT DAMNED ONE FROM HELL... PEOPLE REALLY CAME TO CHURCHES WE WHERE IN STARING US DOWN ON THE BALCONY. A BALD HEAD BASTARD TOLD EVERYTHING ALL THROUGH THE YEARS, THE FAMILY FROM THE BALCONY IT MADE A SERMON ABOUT US, TOUCHING ON TOPICS, THAT'S FORBIDDEN IN THE SANCTUARY... NO TRUE PASTORS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS SEND PEOPLE CONDOLENCES, AND WE DON'T STARE DOWN SOMEONE OF OUR SAME KIND. ONLY THOSE WE HATE STARE US DOWN, AND DIDN'T MY TWIN TELL Y'ALL STUPID ASS IT'S VERY RUDE TO STARE AT PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY WHEN WE ALREADY HATE YOU, Y'ALL MUST REALLY WANT A CROSS OF CALVARY UPGRADED A+STYLE ASS WHOOPING OF A LIFETIME AND IT'S CERTAINLY WORSE THAN ALL OF THE BEATINGS WE HAD WHEN WE WHERE LITTLE CHILDREN, YO 2PAC, HOMIE WHAT YOU KNEW ABOUT THOSE DAMN SWITCH WHOOPINGS.... DAMN THOSE THINGS JUST HAD YOUR LITTLE ASS JUST SOAKING IN COALS OF FIRE, ALPHA AND OMEGA HAD TO GET YOUR LITTLE BAD ASS, I'M HAPPY TO SAY ADONAI HAD TO GET ME QUICK, BEING ABLE TO MASTER STUFF, I WAS A TRACK RUNNER, THAT GYM PE COACH ASKED ME TO BE ON THE TRACK TEAM, I WAS ALREADY IN THE BAND. SO I JUST WAS A GODLY FEARING GIRL, WHO JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE IN SPENDING TIME ALONE WITH MY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD. I WAS CONTENT LIKE THAT, ONLY UNTIL TRAGEDY STRUCK MY HEART, AND I WAS BARELY WITH MY DAD, I ENCOUNTERED GODHEAD THAT SAME NIGHT ON THE 5TH OF JULY IN 2001, MY ABEOJI CALLED ME I WENT RUNNING INTO HIS ARMS, EVEN THOUGH THE TEARS KEPT RUNNING I WAS DETERMINED TO GET THE ANSWERS ABOUT EVERYONE, AND EVERYTHING WHO TROUBLED MY TWINS!!! CAUSE TO TROUBLE A CHILD OF GODHEAD EL ELYON IS TO TROUBLE THE TRUE HEART OF THAT PARENT TOO... YOU WICKED ASS BASTARDS YOUR CRIMES, I'M GOING TO TELL EVERYTHING MY FATHER GOD LEADS ME TO SAY ABOUT EVERYONE IN AMERICA, CAUSE OF COURSE YOU ALL ACROSS SEAS, NEVER DISCERNED THESE THINGS, ACCEPTING THEM FOR THE MONEY THEY HAVE, NOT KNOWING Y'ALL ACCEPTED THAT DAMN KIND THEY SERVE TOO, INTO YOUR COUNTRIES!!! GET RID OF THEIR ASS QUICKLY BEFORE THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN SHOW UP, AND THEY WON'T BE PLAYING WITH NO ONE... [ REPENT FOR THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IS AT HAND FOREVERMORE]!!! MY KING OF GLORY I TOLD THEM FOR THE FINAL TIME TO REPENT. IF THEY DON'T WHATEVER WAY Y'ALL DEAL WITH THEM NOW IT'S IN THE HANDS OF THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN [YAHWEH AND YESHUA, AND ALL THE HOST OF HEAVEN], I'M FINISHED WITH THESE STIFFNECKED ASS BASTARDS FROM HELL!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH HARDHEADED STUFF IN THIS WORLD... I CAN ASSURE YOU ALL THIS I WILL TRAVEL ANYWHERE IN THIS WORLD, TO NOT BE AROUND THE WICKED ASS CHILDREN OF DISOBEDIENCE IN THIS COUNTRY NO MORE!!! DIDN'T ADONAI TELL Y'ALL NOT TO KEEP HIS CHILDREN BACK, HE CALLED THEM FROM AFAR, TO GLORIFY HIM ALONE IN THIS EARTH... WE BOAST ONLY ABOUT ELOHIM, WE DON'T CARE ABOUT NOTHING ELSE IN THIS WORLD, JUST ADONAI, AND THE ONE'S WE LOVE WHOLEHEARTEDLY... SEE YOU AROUND SOMEDAY SOON I PRAY MOM, AND BOAZ, YAL LOVING ME LIKE THIS JUST ONLY MAKES ME WANT TO BE WITH ELOHIM HIS MAJESTY AND THE 2 OF YOU... TO LOVE ME, WHILE I WAS PRAYING THAT PEOPLE DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE I MADE AT THE AGE OF 15, AFTER MY TWIN LEFT THIS EARTH I WAS PAYING RENT WITH A $5.15 CHECK FROM CHURCH. I ONLY HAD THOSE MONTHS MY BROTHER WAS AROUND, FROM JANUARY 2001TO JULY 5,2001. THAT WAS THE ONLY TIME I ENJOYED MY FIRST CHECK THAT I PRAYED TO GODHEAD FOR, WHILE OTHERS SPENT THEIR CHECKS THE WAY THEY WANTED TOO. NOW I SEE WHY MY KING WHY PEOPLE QUESTIONED ME THE SAME THINGS, HOW ARE YOU ALL RELATED!!! I JUST TOLD THEM I WAS TRAINED IN THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM, AND THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE HOLY IS UNDERSTANDING!!! I'M THE OBEDIENT CHILD OF LIGHT FROM THE CORE, SO I COULDN'T DO WHAT YOU ALL DO IN THIS WORLD, I HAVE TO ANSWER TO MY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD IN EVERY PART OF THE DAY!!! SO I COULDN'T BE LIKE NO ONE ELSE, JUST THE WAY EL SHADDAI CREATED ME TO BE!!! WAS IT HARD NO, OF COURSE NOT THE MORE I STARTED TO TRULY FOCUS EVERYTHING INTO MY WALK WITH MY LOVER OF MY SOUL KING OF GLORY[ALPHA AND OMEGA THE ANOINTED ONE, IT'S AN HONOR TO LIVE WITH YOU AND WALK AND TALK IN YOU FOREVERMORE, MY MR. SKILLFUL, AND VERY POWERFUL THE MOST HOLIEST PERSON I HAVE EVER KNOWN IN THIS LIFETIME... YOU SHINE MORE BRIGHTLY AND VERY BEAUTIFUL EACH AND EVERYDAY MY LORD JESUS CHRIST, YOUR LIFESTYLE WILL ALWAYS ENCOURAGE ME TO EXCEL IN EVERYTHING EVEN MORE EACH DAY IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY JUST TO BE EVEN CLOSER TO YOU ALL ABEOJI NEM...PRAISING FATHER GOD ELOHIM FOR EVERYTHING LIFE,HEALTH, AND STRENGTH IN MY LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST KING OF GLORY, AND JUST GLORIFYING YOUR OWNERSHIP IN THIS WORLD, AND LIFE TO COME, MOVING FORWARD IN HONOR AND HUMILITY IN GIVING YOU ALL OF THE PRAISE, GLORY, AND HONOR THAT'S DUE UNTO YOUR NAME FOREVER, AND EVERMORE AMEN, AND AMEN😁😍😍😍🌷🌹🎎🎏🎉🏖🏝🏖.... AGAIN ARIGATO,XIEXIE,GOSAMANIDA, AND SARAGHAEYO TO GODHEAD ELOHIM PERSONALLY AND MY MOM AND BOAZ, JUST FOR LOVING ME UNCONDITIONALLY WITHOUT WANTING ANYTHING IN RETURN... LOVING ME WITH THE SAME HEART I HAVE. DO KNOW THIS YOU 2 THE SHEKINA GLORY, WILL GIVE YOU ALL OF YOUR VERY HEART'S DESIRE IN THIS WORLD,JUST FOR THE VERY KINDNESS, OF NOT USING MY FAVOR WITH GOD AND MAN, AS A UNDER TACTIC OF WICKEDNESS TO DO TO OTHER INNOCENT PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD... IT'S QUITE THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN FAMILY IN THIS EARTH, WE HAVE BEEN SAVING ALL Y'ALL ASS IN THIS WORLD. AND Y'ALL DARE DECEIVE PEOPLE UP UNDER MY FAMILY'S TRUE NAME'S...THAT SIN, WE WON'T EXCUSE, WE ARE DEALING WITH ALL OF Y'ALL WICKED ASS, IN THIS WORLD... WHO WENT TO OTHER COUNTRIES AND UPSET, THE BALANCE IN THEIR COUNTRIES TOO.YOU DUMBASS I'M THE OTHER BABY GENIUS MY DAD, HAD LEFT IN THIS WORLD, Y'ALL THOUGHT AFTER YOU ALL MADE THE CALL MONTGOMERY, ALABAMA TO THE HOSPITAL OF DAMN COOPER GREEN, TO CHECK TO SEE IF YOU ALL KILLED MY DAD IN THE HOSPITAL WITH EXPERIMENTAL PROCEDURES, BEING DONE WITHOUT THIS HEIRS, CONSENT. YAL DIDN'T WANT TO PAY HIM THE MONEY Y'ALL EVIL ASS OWED HIM, WHAT ANOTHER WICKED ASS GOVERNMENT WITH WHITE HATEFUL PEOPLE, DON'T WORRY IT'S FILLED WITH BLACK HATEFUL PEOPLE TOO, SO I'M NOT DISCRIMINATING CAUSE OF COURSE THESE 2 WHERE THE CORE OF ALL THE WORLD WAR BATTLES IN THE PAST!!! CERTAIN PEOPLE I SAW AGAIN FROM THAT SMITH MIDDLE SCHOOL TOLD ME EVERYTHING!!! Y'ALL WHERE BEING DISOBEDIENT IN THIS WORLD, NOW THIS EXPLAINS WHY WE HAVE TO DO THESE THINGS UNDER HEAVEN'S DOMAIN, AND BY FROM HEAVEN'S HEADQUARTERS STRICTLY!!!! DON'T QUESTION ME WITH NO MORE DAMNED QUESTIONS, IT'S AN EMBARRASSMENT LIVING IN AMERICA WITH 90%DUMBASS BASTARD CHILDREN IN THIS WORLD, WRONGING THE PEOPLE WHO CAME THE RIGHT WAY!!! IF YOU ALL REALLY KNEW THE TRUE RESPONSIBILITY IS LEFT ON MOM,BOAZ, AND I CAUSE Y'ALL, RAN AND WENT TO THE BEAST SIDE, CAUSE YOU ACTUALLY NEVER LOVED ELOHIM, YOU JUST FAKED EVERYTHING,LIKE THESE FAKE ASS BASTARDS WHO USE OUR WORDS, AND COPY EVERYTHING WE DO. NOT KNOWING THAT TOO HAS SENT YOU TO HELL... YOU WANT TO LIVE ON EARTH, AND NOT SERVE THE ONE WHO BREATHE LIFE INTO EVERYTHING... NO WANDER I STALLED IN THOSE HOSPITAL EVENTS, I DIDN'T WANT TO RETURN BACK TO THE REALITY, OF THE FUNKY DUMBASS WANNA BE'S, WHO COPY ANYTHING IN LIFE THAT'S MOVING AROUND!!! I PRAY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD ELOHIM, WHEN OUR VERY LOVELY,PEACEFUL,AND JOYFUL FAMILY IN THE HOLY GHOST MOM,BOAZ, AND I TRAVEL TOGETHER WE CAN GO LIVE IN A PLACE THAT'S PURELY,SURELY, AND TRULY RIGHTEOUS = A COUNTRY THAT'S NOT STUPID, TO DISOBEY THE ORDER OF GODHEAD, THAT'S DESTRUCTION PERIOD!!! I TOLD YALL KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, THEY WHERE ALL, ALWAYS VERY STUPID, CLAIMING THEY WHERE SO VERY SMART... YOU CAN CLEAN UP BEHIND YOUR OWN FUNKY ASS, SINCE Y'ALL KIND LOVE TO GOSSIP ABOUT EVERY DAMN THING, IT WON'T HURT YOUR STINKY BLACK WICKED ASS TO SPRAY OUR BATHROOMS IN THESE STORES,STOP LEAVING CIGARS BUDS ON THE GROUND, WALK YOUR LAZY ASS TO THAT GARBAGE CAN... AND THESE COPS NEEDS TO BE FINED A FEE FOR TURNING ON THOSE SIRENS, AND THEIR AIN'T NO DAMN EMERGENCY THEIR SNEAKY ASS DO THAT SOMETIMES TO NOT STAY AT A RED LIGHT!!!! WELL HEAVEN LOOKS LIKE I PRESENTED MY CASE OF DEALING WITH THE DUMBASS BASTARDS IN AMERICA, WHO TALK TOO DAMN MUCH ABOUT THE STARS IN HOLLYWOOD, AND THIS IS THE OTHER DUMBASS STARS TOO NOLLYWOOD. WELL LORD JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH LOOKS WHAT THESE TOO EQUALS=ST.MARY IT'S THE SANTA CLAUSE CLAN=CHANGE THOSE FIRST 2 WORDS TO JOLLY SAINT NICK!!!! TOLD YALL HEAVEN, THOSE MEXICANS, AND AFRICANS TOGETHER= FED THAT DAMN NATURE OF MUSLIMS!!! DON'T WORRY WE KNOW THE TRUE CORE OF PEOPLE IN AMERICA WHO CHOSED TO BE THE DEVIL'S ADVOCATE' S IN THIS WORLD, STILL STEALING ARE YALL!!! TO COPY ANYTHING I'VE STATED OR DONE IN THIS LIFE, HAS SENT Y'ALL ALL TO HELL. MY UNIQUE WAYS OF DOING THINGS, IS NOT FOR Y'ALL DUMBASS TO CLAIM IT FOR YOURSELVES, OH ABEOJI NEM, THESE PEOPLE REFUSE TO GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY THEY OWE ME IN THIS LIFE, I THINK THEY NEED TO LOOSE PEOPLE THEY SPOIL, ONLY THEN WILL THEY KNOW, YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO PRACTICE NOTHING ON NO ONE, TO GET ANYTHING IN THIS LIFE!!! IF YOU CAN'T GET IT THE RIGHT WAY, THEN YOU JUST NEED TO LIVE WITHOUT IT!!! PEOPLE USING KID'S CLAIMING THEY HELPED YOUR MARRIAGE, GOD FORBID, YOUR MARRIAGE WAS DOOMED FROM THE BEGINNING, CAUSE Y'ALL COVETED MY CREW GIFTS AND TALENTS I TOLD THEM IT WAS Y'ALL SHADY ASS, THEY LAUGHED AT ME... I SAID I HAVE TO GET SOME INTEL, FROM MY ABEOJI, SO I DIDN'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THOUGHT WAS WRONG WITH ME, MY ASS HEARD EVERYTHING AND I WAS VERY ALERT, OF EVERYONE. SO THE CROOKS WHERE CAUGHT IN EVERYTHING... PAY UP BASTARDS NOW, OR I WILL COMMAND THE HOST OF HEAVEN TO EXECUTE YOUR ASS OFF THE EARTH, JUST FOR OUR FATHER GOD AND US... WHO PUT UP WITH THIS DAMN DUMBNESS OF ARGUMENTS, AND PETTINESS OF SHE NOT SHARING WITH ME NO MORE... WHO IN THE HELL WOULD WANT A YOUNGER SIBLING TO SUPPORT THEIR OLD DUSTY ASS, WHEN THEY TOO CAN BUY THE THINGS ANY ADULT NEEDS TO SUPPORT THEIRSELVES THE RIGHT WAY!!! BUT IF THAT SOUL, AIN'T RIGHT & LIGHT, OH YOU CAN THROW DAMN CRAP OUT THE WINDOW!!! WHAT PEOPLE SERVE IS EASILY SHOWN THESE DAYS!!!! Y'ALL CHOOSE TO BE DECEIVE NOW, THAT'S SOMETHING YOU ALL WILL HAVE TO GIVE AN ACCOUNT FOR IN THIS LIFETIME... I HATE I VOTED FOR TRUMP THOUGH, HE REALLY HAVE THIS HATRED A LITTLE TOO MUCH IN ARROGANCE!!! YOU ALL THAT'S HATEFUL, Y'ALL ASS DON'T NEED NO POSITION IN THIS WORLD, A FOOL WITH A TITLE, DAMN THEY HAVE THEIR OWN ASS IN CIRCLES!!! JUST LIKE BARNER AND BAILEY CIRCUS IN ALABAMA THOSE DAMN THINGS, I ALWAYS WILL TALK ABOUT THE DUMBASS CREW, I LOVE MAKING FUN OF THEIR STUPID FALLEN SMOTE, AND SMITTEN ASS... I DON'T LIKE NO DAMN THING WANTING TO BE SOME GENDER YOU WHERE NEVER MADE TO BE!!! DO Y'ALL KNOW HOW LONG IT SERIOUSLY TOOK ME AS A GODLY FEARING WOMAN OF GODHEAD, TO MEET BOAZ BEING MATURE TO HELP MY PARTNER FOR LIFE, THAT ADONAI ORDAINED US TO BE TOGETHER!!! I TRAVEL FROM STATE TO STATE DEALING WITH PEOPLE, SAYING LOVE, UNTIL I LOOKED AT THEM A CERTAIN WAY THEN THEY STATED THEIR INTENTIONS OF BEING IN MY LIFE... THOSE WOMAN IN THIS WORLD THAT REFUSED TO TRAIN KIDS RIGHT AND LET THEIR DAD'S GET THOSE BOYS WHEN THEY DID THINGS THEY KNEW WHERE WRONG!!!! Y'ALL EVE ACTING AND REALLY LIVING JUST LIKE HER ATTENTION LOVING ASS!! THAT SERPENT BEGUILED EVE, BECAUSE IT KNEW HER DISOBEDIENCE TO GODHEAD AND HER HUSBAND!!! WHEN YOU ARE MARRIED YOU DON'T NEED NO ONE BUT THE PERSON YOU SAID I DO TOO. JUST THEIR ATTENTION ALONE... IF YOU STILL CRAVE ATTENTION FROM EVERYONE ELSE THEY REALLY SHOULD CLASS Y'ALL [THE LOCO FAMILY FROM HELL=THE CRAZY FAMILY FROM HELL!!! YAY THANK YOU ALL THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN CREW YAHWEH AND YESHUA, I GET TO FINALLY BE FREE TO LIVE IN LOVE WITH ELOHIM MEN, BOAZ AND I, AND OUR MOM TOGETHER FOREVERMORE LIVING IN THE SHEKINA GLORY SURROUNDING US IN ALL THINGS AND FOREVERMORE, AMEN, AND AMEN🌞🎎🏝🏖🌟. ENJOY BOAZ MY LOVE YOUR VERY MARVELOUS PEACEFUL WEEKEND, AND THOSE WHO TRULY LIVE UPRIGHT IN THIS WORLD!!!