#and I feel like this is 100% newt-core now

[newtafterdark]

For years I struggled to design a logo (+watermark) for myself that I actually liked. Design school really had drilled it into my brain that ALL logos have to be "sleek" & "clean" otherwise they're not good - and to that I say Fuck That bc this one fucks severely. 🤘🔥

[bugsy-maria]

Newt Scamander x Reader (Smut)

A/N: found a thigh riding fanfic last night and was sad that it ended too soon and am in a pretty lemony mood, so here you go

it was a normal winter day in London, the cold air from the window nipped at my nose. the chilly air caused me to curl myself closer into Newt's chest while wrapping the blanket closer to my body. I heard the fire crackle and newt flip a page in the book he was reading. I closed my eyes, listening to the beating and feeling the rise and fall of his button-up-clad chest.

I wrap my legs around his, my hands rest on his chest. I enjoyed the warmth while I could because I knew that at some point he would have to go back and work on his book in his case. I felt him move the leg, the one that I was wrapped around and rubbed my sensitive core.

(There's nothing quite like writing smut in Spanish class, am I right?)

I shift uncomfortably but soon found that it was a bad decision as I just ended up adding more friction. I inhale his scent to try to ignore the wet feeling between my legs. I grip his shirt tighter, and I swear to merlin that he can read my mind cause he keeps moving his damn thigh.

I hear him set the book down and wraps one of his arms around my waist, the other one rests in the back of my head. his arm around my waist tightens, the tips of his digits pressing into my skin, and the hand on my head lifts the blanket I was hiding under.

"You warm in there?" he asks with a goofy smile. moving his legs again.

"MMMMM." I hummed, hiding my moan in it. but I guess it came out as more of a moan than I meant because he looked at me weird. almost examining me in a way. he moved his leg again, testing if his theory was correct. I gripped onto his shirt tighter, confirming his assumption.

"You like that?" he asked with a smile, pulling the blanket off and sitting up with me straddling his thigh. "Hmm?" he hummed, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer, causing a soft moan to escape my lips. my head leans against his shoulder and he moves my hair to the side so he can kiss my neck and nibble at the sensitive skin.

(I'm going to hell aren't I?)

while he kisses at the sensitive parts of my neck his hands moved. one hand on my hip and the other one lost in my hair, pulling my head to the side. the hand on my hip forcefully moves my hips back and forth. a light sigh escapes my mouth every time he rubs my clothed bud across his thigh.

his arm hooks under my legs, lifting me from his lap when he stood and his other arm hooking around my waits. I feel him hook his fingers under the elastic band on the panties that were hidden under his large knit sweater that I wore quite often.

"Is this okay?" he asked in a dark whisper. I nodded so fast I was sure that I was going to get whiplash. in a swift motion, they were off and I felt the cold air brush past my soaking core. he sat down on the edge of the bed, placing me back down on his slack-covered thigh. his left hand slicked down to my core, touching the pound of what was already there.

"So wet for me already huh?" his deep monotone voice sent chills down my spine.

(Should I give him a choking kink??? oh I'm so sorry for ruining this pure cinnamon roll.)

His right hand wrapped itself around my neck, putting pressure on the sides.

"Answer me when I talk to you." he looked me dead in the eyes.

"Yes sir." I whimpered, not used to newt being so dominant over me.

"Good girl," he said, letting go of my neck, both hands grabbing my ass. pulling me forward and pushing me back. "You think you can do the rest on your own, baby?" he asked while biting at my neck.

"Yes sir." I moaned out, wanting nothing more than the pleasure of fast friction on his thigh. he let go of my ass and I moved my hands from his chest to his shoulders. finding a speed that I quite enjoyed, he slid his hand under my shirt with the other one lost in my hair once again.

the tightening in my stomach grew more and more the longer it went on, my moans got closer together. newt took note of this though and flipped me over so I couldn't get the sweet release that I so desperately needed.

his hand went around my neck while he pinned me to the bed. he roughly kissed my lips, bruising them, his legs on either side of me. I moved my arms to the zipper on his pants and attempted to get them off of him, but he had grabbed my wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Please Mr. Scamander I need you." I pleaded, using the name, Mr. Scamander' to make him more satisfied.

"What do you need?" his lips hovered over mine. it was quiet for a bit, his hand that held my wrists had them now pinned to the bed and the hand around my neck was now at my heat. ghosting over the surface of the opening. "I don't think I heard you, baby."

"you, sir, I need you in me." I pleaded, my back arching. I just wanted to feel the release that was on the edge.

"Fine," he said. taking his pants and boxers off, getting off of me to get the condom from the tin in the nightstand on his side. he got on top of me in a matter of seconds. his hand went to my neck again, he kissed me when I finally got what I wanted. he trusted into me. his hand moved from my neck to my hair, pulling to the point where my neck was 100% exposed to him. his other hand lifting my back from the bed so get a better angle.

(Is it obvious that I'm still a virgin?)

I was sure that I was going to tip over the edge right there and then, but when he started to abuse my neck again I had started to feel more pleasure than I thought was possible. I had finally felt the tightness in my abdomen become too much, causing me to soon release. it wasn't long before newt followed.

once he threw the cum filled latex rapping away, we laid under the covers, embracing each other.

"You should have told me you like that sooner," he mumbled into the top of my head, kissing it.

"I didn't think you'd be interested in it is all."

"Are you kidding me? I've been wanting to do that forever," he said, leaning his head back into a pillow.

[melancholicwriteaholic]

I don’t think we’re getting an Andrias redemption arc really, and not just because we have few eps left to go.

If Matt really planned on the audience feeling 100% on board for an Andrias redemption then they could have made his story much more tragic. Make it clear, for example, that even though his actions are his own choice there were many factors that played into his decisions.

Like, in the King and the core Andrias IMMEDIATELY became anti-frog after a few bad days. An admittedly extraordinarily bad days in which not only did his best friend betray him but his father upended his entire view on his royal duties and the city he’s meant to rule just lost their primary source of energy, but still an objectively shitty decision to just come to out of the blue.

I think the fact that he immediately chose to be shitty is pretty jarring.

I mean, the guy is a THOUSAND years old! How much have you yourself changed in just the last ten years, let alone a thousand? How many morals would remain survive the erosion of time?

Picture this: what if after Lief stole the box Andrias was really conflicted about the whole thing?

What if he puts on a front of being a tough king in front of his father and the other Newtopians, but his heart isn’t fully in it. The Newtopians brand Lief a traitor and demand vengeance. Andrias agrees to this because it gives the people motivation. Privately Andrias doesn’t know how to feel seeing the whole city brand his friend public enemy number one, but he doesnt disagree either.

But then we cut to a century later. Andrias is sitting on the throne. Newtopia is significantly lower in tech than in his time. The only people who remember Newtopia being a multiversal superpower are Andrias and the olms.

Andrias orders a newt, one of Olivia’s distant ancestors, if they remember the traitor, Lief. She doesn’t. Just a few decades ago pictures of Lief’s face were being set afire by the city folk, and now no one remembers the betrayal.

Andrias asks her if she remembers the music box. She doesn’t. No one remembers the amphibia he remembers.

Andrias is alone. He is bitter that he’s the only person alive that remembers the day Lief betrayed him. He’s bitter that society has moved on, and no one remembers the “Great Amphibia” that he has spent a hundred years working toward.

These citizens, these Amphibia-ans (?) are not his Amphibia-ans.

The only person he can talk to who he can even remotely relate to about this is... The Core...

[subjecta5newtella]

alright fuck it it’s been about a week the blinding rage has simmered down into a tasteful anger stew so I’m gonna talk about the crank palace a little. technically this is probably spoilery, but I don’t really go into specific plot points

there’s... a lot of shit I can point to that’s wrong in the crank palace. blatant contradictions to things in the original trilogy. pacing. weirdly explicit descriptions of violence. some truly baffling choices made when it comes to dialogue. newt forgetting glader slang for some reason? everything about how sonya and newt’s sibling relationship is handled, which is still probably something I can’t talk about without going nuclear so i’m just gonna direct you to point 4 on sami newtedison’s excellent post here. 

some of these things just make it hard to read and enjoy from a technical perspective, and some of them show that there wasn’t enough care taken to make sure basic established in-universe facts weren’t directly overwritten. while all of those are warning flags in their own right, the issue at the core of tcp is, in my distinctly less than humble opinion, that newt himself is barely a character in his own novella.

obviously at the point where the story starts, he’s not going to be the exact same newt we’ve seen throughout the trilogy. partly that’s because we’re now actually in his perspective, partly it’s because the flare is progressing so quickly, and that would create some understandable differences. the problem here is not just that he’s kind of different; the problem is he’s hardly an actual character at all.

one of The Most Basic things about characters is that their history has an impact on them. this is not fucking groundbreaking, but I say this because I literally do not think it’s achieved here. aside from his resurfacing memories (which... even then is basically all stuff we already know from tfc) we do not learn anything about newt that is not established in the trilogy, which is an incredible waste. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that when people have expressed interest in newt’s POV, it’s to get information we don’t have from the earlier books, like his time in the glade, conversations he had that thomas didn’t see, anything we couldn’t see or easily extrapolate from thomas’ perspective.

thomas in book 1 has no memories. newt, theoretically, has over two years of them at this point, so why doesn’t it feel like his pre-series past exists any more than thomas’ does? i’m not about to subject myself to a reread just to 100% fact check this, but I don’t think we get any meaningful recollection of his time in the glade before main series canon begins. there would’ve been plenty of opportunities for these kinds of things to be woven in naturally, but more crucially, there are a couple places where I think pieces of his past should have absolutely come up, and they just... don’t. 

newt obviously has leadership experience as the glade’s second in command, and yet in tst is very vocal about not wanting to be the leader. when he’s kind of thrust into a leadership position in tcp, both of those things should affect the way he acts, and yet they don’t really seem to. if we’re looking for places to sprinkle in memories, this would be a really good one. he could be thinking about the point at which he became alby’s second, the reasons he accepted, and the anxieties associated with that, all in relation to his current situation. in tcp, becoming the leader of the group of cranks is just... straight up something that happens to him because he was a WICKED subject, with no real internal strife about it. I do not like the vibe of this whole plot point anyway, but im not gonna get into that. 

in a similar vein, I swear to god dashner forgot newt used to be a runner, because there are times where it should have logically come up. there’s a point at which newt talks about minho as a runner while giving absolutely no indication that he himself also used to be one, even though during the situation in question it would be relevant for him to have the skills and memories of his time as a runner (you could argue this was forgotten in any meaningful way as of tst because a similar thing happens, but i’m not gonna go on that rant rn). this is a crucial fucking character piece! based on a loose timeline, newt was a runner until probably ~6 months before tcp. it should have an impact on the way he acts and the way he evaluates situations.

regarding minho himself, newt’s descriptions of him feel like he read the wikipedia page, not like this was a) someone he’s been through over 2 years of highs and lows with and b) one of his only surviving friends in the first place, let alone one of the only ones from that original group. and minho’s hardly the only one that gets fucked over. alby? newt’s best friend as of the first book, with whom he co-ran the glade and who literally saved his life? mentioned once, as part of a list of the dead. those are the two that immediately come to mind as deserving better based on the way we’ve seen newt interact with them previously, but none of newt’s dynamics with existing characters feel lived-in at all. I think that contributes significantly to the fact that he feels so off, and frankly, not really wildly compelling a lot of the time despite being one of the most interesting and well written trilogy characters (there’s also times where his dialogue is just... weird and ooc, but im trying to stay out of nitpicking to that degree).

and to what end?? was dashner just too lazy to write in anything more than what’s established after this long? was it because creating any too-meaningful relationships with other characters could potentially take away from the thomas/newt dynamic that it seems like he’s relying on in order to stay relevant? even for people who go hard for newtmas, I can’t imagine it could really be considered a bonus to have one character’s past and other significant relationships stripped away. also?? even though he mentioned thomas’ name a lot, I don’t feel like we got that much of a sense of a meaningful connection there either. 

there were parts I liked about tcp, which may come as a fucking shock at this point, but still. keisha was a good character, a good break from the mold in terms of anything we’d seen before in the series, and I did honestly appreciate some of her interactions with newt. some of the minor characters were kind of interesting, and there were a couple small pieces that were... surprisingly well written? i think in terms of word choice and description, his writing has improved from what we see in the trilogy, so there’s my positive feedback. also, newt bitching about the lack of fruit and vegetable offerings at the crank palace was objectively funny as shit. one of the most genuine moments of Personality in the whole thing.

this could have been something. I think some pieces would’ve worked well as a short story, in which case I wouldn’t have expected nearly as much in terms of characterization and utilization of backstory. instead we just get a lot of suffering and not much out of it, because the one thing that could’ve made it worth it was an actual deeper understanding of this character and I truly don’t feel like we got that. 

[the-jade-cross]

No Matter What - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Fawn knew that she was shaking like a leaf as she stood between Minho and Newt. She was not sure why but ever since Gally marched Teresa and Thomas up to the maze and had them tied to the two posts at the entrance of the maze, the two boys had been standing beside her like centuries guarding Royal. Newt reached down and laced his fingers with hers, not looking at her but touching her closer to him and slightly behind him as Minho and Winston began to tie Thomas and Teresa to the posts when suddenly, the two prisoners broke free and Newt tossed Thomas one of the shearing blades, similar to the one that Winston gave Teresa.

“what are you doing!?” Gally roared as the small group of glade members surrounded Thomas like a shield, “ they are responsible for all of this! Alby’s death... all of it!”

Fawn felt Newt move to stand beside Thomas and she took a step forward until she stood before Gally. The boy looked at her, shocked that he was experiencing the day when he and Fawn were on opposite sides of the fence.

“ Fawn... ” he croaked, “what are you doing? Why are you doing this? You know you will all die if you go in there. Why are you siding with them?”

Fawn side, “Gally, death is inevitable whether it is in the maze or in the glade when the grievers come back tonight. But staying in the glade is like putting ourselves in a box with nowhere to run. We need to try and find a way out or we will all die here. Alby was important to me too but he would not want us to stay here and give up hope.”

Gally’s lip trembled as he looked down at the petite girl who was like a sister to him. Minho rushed forward and grabbed Fawn’s hand, pulling her back as the gate of the maze began to slide closed. Fawn kept her blind eyes on Gally and though she could not make out his face, she could see his shoulders slump in distress and defeat as the maze swallowed them up.

The silence that followed the closing of the doors was temporary before Newt whispered to everyone to follow Thomas and Minho and he reached out and grabbed Fawn's hand gently in his. One could barely hear the tip tap of walking feet as a small group silently made their way through the maze tunnels.

“ the chamber is just ahead, “Thomas whispered back to everyone but of course his whisper was drowned out by a loud screech followed by a scream.

Fawn spun around and felt her heart stop. The night before, Newt had gotten her into the Brig before she could get a good look at any of the grievers but now she wished she was 100% blind for even with blurry vision that could only see rough shapes, Fawn was shaken to her very core in fear of the massive creatures that came crawling down the walls like giant spiders.

She quickly activated her bow, and loaded it before yelling at Newt.

“ clear shot!” she yelled, not wanting to shoot unless she was absolutely sure that none of the boys were in the line of fire.

“to your left!” Newt yelled as he pulled out his blade and began to Ward off a griever.

Fawn drew her bow and fired, the griever screeching in pain as the arrow buried itself in its neck, wounding the creature but not killing it. Fawn tilted her head, listening for another shot when she heard the deep growl of Drake nearby. Fawn saw the blurry shape of the dog run towards Newt who was struggling against a griever and Fawn reloaded her bow.

“I found it! ” the girl heard Teresa yell, “ what is the combination!?”

Fawn fired an arrow and disabled the griever that loomed over Newt.

“ Minho what is the sequence of the maze!?” Thomas yelled.

As Minho began yelling out numbers, Fawn shot again and struck the same griever as before, killing at completely this time. she heard a scream as a griever grabbed the young boy Rodney by the leg and began dragging him away. Fawn was taken back to the night before when she had watched Alby freely let the grievers drag him off... She could not watch that... not again.

Not bothering to reload her bow, she sprinted after the griever and struck it across the leg with her bow. Bruised by the strike, the creature released Rodney who scurried off and Fawn loaded her bow when the griever turned its beady eyes on her. She pulled back and fired and the arrow landed true right between the eyes. The girl heard Newt's voice yell her name and the growl of Drake as the dog charged in her direction.

Then... she felt it... the piercing pain that shot through her gut all over her body like when you prick your finger in your whole hand goes numb from the pain. She looked down and could barely make out the dark shadow of a Stinger protruding from her abdomen.

The realization of where the pain had come from made her knees buckle beneath her and she could faintly hear multiple voices call her name and the pained screech of the griever as it backed off as if it had bitten down on something sour.

When the darkness began to slowly ebb away, Fawn realized that the light bearing on her closed lids was no longer natural light but white... like the sun had lost its yellow glow. She cracked her eyes open and immediately froze. Something was blocking her eyes from opening all the way. The person hovering over her side , Minho running his hand over his face and relief .

“Newt, she's awake.” he called, looking across the lab at where Newt and Thomas were re watching the video clip of Ava Paige.

Newt sprang to action, running across the lab to stand over fan who lay on one of the empty lab tables. The girl was still sweating but the color had returned to her cheeks. Smiling down at her, he stroked her hair gently.

“how are you feeling? The griever struck you with the stinger but for some reason it did not pierce your flesh... it was like you repelled the sting.”

Fawn pushed up into a seated position and looked around, trying to open her eyes and trying to comprehend what was over her eyes. Her face was gradually going pale in fear and she slipped a hand underneath her shirt, where she felt around where the preacher had struck her . there was nothing there... not a scratch... it did not even hurt!

“Drake...” she muttered as she reached up with one hand and rubbed her eyes with her thumb and pointer finger and was stunned when her fingers came in contact with something soft.

“ we had to cover your eyes... while you were out, you were seizing and crying... and your eyes were... oozing something. I think it had to do with the sting.” Minho explained as Newt stepped aside for a moment.

When the boy returned, Fawn felt something large and fuzzy jump on top of her lab and she laughed as she wrapped her arms around the dog. She reached up and tugged on the gauze that was around her eyes, hating that everything was a white blur instead of a black blur. She tugged it often over her head, only to freeze in her actions as she looked at the dog seated in front of her. Slowly she reached out and stroked the dog behind the ears before she slowly turned her head and looked in Minho's direction.

The boy smiled at her until he realized that for the first time, she was looking him dead in the eyes. “ Newt...” he mumbled.

Fawn snapped her head around when she heard somebody moving and Newt took a step closer. Tears suddenly sprung to her eyes and Newt made to ask what was wrong when she spoke, her words making everyone freeze.

“ I can see.”

*********

Everyone stood perfectly still as if they feared if they moved, they would break the miracle. Fawn slowly stumbled off the table and looked around at all the gawking faces and was not really surprised to see Teresa, the only girl in the whole room besides Fawn, glaring a whole through the latter’s temple. She slowly walked around the lab, staring at all the boys in the same wonder with which they looked at her.

“How is this possible?” Minho’s unmistakable voice asked form behind her.

The girl spun around, searching for the source of the voice and her eyes widened as she looked at the dark boy, “Minho? Oh my gosh! You look so much more different than I thought!”

The boy found himself smiling at the girl, his previous shock long forgotten. Fawn looked around the room and frowned when no one else spoke, not giving her the chance to put a face to the voice. Her eyes landed on Chuck who’s jaw was still touching the floor and she beamed. She would know little Chuck anywhere even without his voice.

“Hey Chuck,” she giggled.

The boy squeaked, “Maybe the sting did this to her… this is not normal , right Thomas?”

Fawn saw Chuck look at one of the taller boys with freckles and brown hair and she turned to him. She slowly approached the boy before she grinned, “You look exactly like how I imagined. All skin and bones and limbs!”

Thomas blushed when the familiar laugh of Newt cut the silence. Fawn’s eyes landed on a lanky boy with deep brown eyes and an adorable smile that made his eyes crinkle when he grinned. The girl approached him next before her eyes widened, recognizing his face.

“You… you’re… oh my gosh!” she mumbled as Newt reached into his pocket and drew out her drawing of him.

“Look familiar?” he asked.

Fawn looked from the sketch she had done blind to the boy in front of her but the moment she heard his rich accented voice, tears sprung to her eyes and she threw herself into his arms, the boy welcoming the attack.

“Hug later, leave now?” Chuck interrupted after a moment, “This place is still filled with dead bodies and it is creeping me out!”

Fawn and Newt pulled away from each other, but Newt kept a hold on the girl’s hand. with Thomas leading the way, they headed towards the large garage doors when a voice spoke from behind them.

“No…. we cannot leave…”

The gang spun around on their heels, shocked at having been crept up on without their knowledge, only to come face to face with the last person they expected to see.

“Gally?” Fawn asked, frowning as she took in the sight of the blue faced, sickly looking boy, “Are you alright?”

“he’s been stung,” Newt whispered as Gally lifted a pistol and aimed it right at Thomas who raised his hands in a peace motion.

“Hey, Gally, we’re leaving. Come with us. We can fix you.” He told him.

The boy shook his head, “We cannot leave. They wont let us. I belong to the maze now and you’re coming with me.”

Fawn saw a blur as Gally fired the gun, a voice cried out in protest and Minho’s spear lodged itself in Gally’s chest. Fawn gasped, choking on air as she saw the body of her friend slump to the floor. She heard ringing in her ears as she sprinted to the boy’s side, ignoring the distressed wails of Thomas as Chuck crumpled into the former’s arms.

“Gally!” the girl cried, cradling the boy’s limp head in her lap, “no, come on. you’re fine! Don’t be a wuss now! Get up! Fight me for crying out loud!” she pleaded with him.

The girl felt Newt wrap his arms around her shoulders and gently pulled her back and away from the dead boy. She tried to fight him until she realized that the spear that rested in Gally’s chest, the spear that Minho had thrown was one she had never seen before in the glade. He must have found it in the lab… but what was that? On the handle? A carving of something… was that a flower?

She didn’t have time to even ponder further on the subject for two pairs of hands grabbed Newt by the shoulders and Fawn by the elbows and tearing them apart, dragged them away from the two fresh bodies that lay upon the floor.

The ringing in Fawn’s ears finally disappeared when she felt something hot and grainy beneath her feet and she looked down to see her sandaled feet being dragged in… sand? The girl finally looked over her shoulder and was shocked to see miles and miles of sandy earth, peppered by the black figures of the multiple masked men who were dragging them through the doors and outside.

Fawn heard a loud pounding beat and tearing her arms out of the men’s grasp so that she could finally turn around fully and take in her surroundings, there parked on the dunes was. A huge helicopter and she saw Winston and Minho being shoved on board followed by Newt and Thomas. She slowly stumbled towards the contraption, in awe that after not having her sight for so long, one of the first things she saw when she finally got it back was the death of two of her friends and a motorized giant flying contraption.

The masked men pushed her into the helicopter and she barley stumbled in before warm, strong arms encircled her middle and pulled her back against a firm chest. She felt her heart relax when Newt whispered sweet comforting words in her ear as he peppered her hair with kisses. One of the masked men tore off his mask and looked at the group.

“Are you guys alright? We’re gonna get you all out of here and somewhere safe. You’re safe now.”

Fawn barely heard the rest as she looked out the window of the craft and for the first time, saw the maze in all its glory from above… the twisting turns and endlessly tall walls and there in the center was the square glade… from here it looked so small even though within it felt like it was gigantic and they were miniscule ants.

The girl sunk back against newt and grasped his hands close as they were flown to who knows where. All Fawn knew was that even with strangers in a strange place, with newt beside her and Minho, Winston and Thomas safe, she felt prepared to face WICKED itself… but then she recalled that there was just one problem.

When Teresa had first arrived in the maze the day before, Fawn had had not a single secret from the gang but now…. She had the biggest secret of all and she did not know how in the world she could tell them.

The end…. for now

Hello Everyone! I hope you liked book 1 of my Maze Runner series! The next one will be up whenever I finish writing it:) It will be called Only You and set in movie #2:)

[trickster-archangel]

13.03 Patience

I'm talking about Supernatural.

I'm in a hurry and not in mood, so it'll be shorrrrrt.

I like synthesis. Big Synthesis Fan Me.

Anyway, there's a line, a specific line in this episode, who stroke me at heart like anything ever in this series, or every series ever, or book.

Here we go.

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Jack: Sam. Why are you being so nice to me?

Sam: Because I know what it feels like to feel like you don't belong, to feel like there's this darkness inside of you, to be scared of who you are, what you can do. Dean, Cas... my family helped me through that. So now I wanna help you. Because you're not evil, Jack.

*********

I think this is the very first reason why I loved Sam instantly.

Sam is not perfect. And most of all....He's aware of it. And even more, even if he's scared, he tries to better and improve. And help people along the way...people he sees fighting his own Fight.

This is so much important to me, because it's the very core of my existence.

NOT BELONGING.

You know, it's bad, it's awful, and painful, and hurtful, when you belong to some limited and haunted "sort of family", and yet...you DO belong to something, to someone, to some place.

But what if you don't fit in anything? What if you don't belong to anyone, or anywhere?

What if, like somebody once (accurately) described me, out of spite, but actually understanding everything of me at once?

"YOU'RE LIKE SOME SORT OF ODD LIVING FOSSIL, AN ANCIENT DINOSAUR SURVIVED THE EXTINCTION, RAMBLING THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE IF YOU CAN FIND A MATCH, SOME RANDOM SORT OF SIMILAR TO YOURSELF...AND YET BEING FORCED TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT THAT YOU'RE ALONE. THE LAST OF YOUR KIND. ALONE, NOW AND FOREVER, DOOMED TO DIE MOURNONG FOR WHAT YOU'VE LOST AND NEVER EVEN HAVING IT".

Sam knows that Jack is unique. Which means, he's alone.

And it sucks. It hurts. Because even if you have someone who loves you, they love you DESPITE the fact they don't understand you...or even accept you.

But what you want, in the end, is TO BELONG.

And this brings me back to Good Omens, and why it stroke me so hard in the guts.

Now I got it, maybe.

GOOD OMENS IS MAINLY ABOUT ACCEPTANCE, AND BELONGING.

It's about finding, finally, the place you belong to, after a desperate, hopeless, wrenching quest, which you never thought you could finally find.

To Adam, his family and place of birth, instead of his blood.

To Anathema, her newly found independence, freewill, and love.

To Newt, the faith and trust Anathema puts in him, blindly, like he never had received before.

And to Crowley and Aziraphale?

Finally, it's the understanding (well, I guess poor Crowley was perfectly aware he wasn't actually a 100% demon already in the Garden,yep....so much more clever than Azi...) that they don't belong to tthe place, and folks, they were supposed to match and join.

Finally understanding they're just playing their role.

Finally understanding there's just not only Heaven Or Hell, but also Earth.

Free Will.

Independence.

Faith.

Trust.

LOVE.

Love.

I guess Good Omens stroke me in the guts,because it's the story of two living fossils who incredibly found each other, against all odds, and don't have to wander all Earth alone anymore.

[theblowsyouveinventedandblamed]

Part One: Ableism

TW for: abuse, ableism

So. Some of you may have seen posts about me that were written by my ex-boyfriend/datemate, Ezri (tumblr user @regal-roman and @panpunksexual).

The first post (https://regal-roman.tumblr.com/post/170845546062/he-was-abusive-i-know-he-couldnt-help-that-he)

[Transcript: He was abusive. I know he couldn’t help that he had mental illness, just like I can’t help that I do.

But his illness hurt other people. His illness hurt me all the time. But no matter how many times I asked, he would never get treatment so he wouldn’t hurt me anymore.

I am not ableist. I don’t believe that I’m better than him because I don’t have the illness he has. I wouldn’t mind him having his illness at all if he weren’t hurting other people.

If you are hurting other people because of your mental illness, it is your responsibility to get treatment so you no longer harm others. Victims should not have to accept abuse just because the perpetrators were mentally ill.]

To begin with, the “illness” they are talking about? Dissociative Identity Disorder [DID]. According to the DSM-5 [Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorder, Fifth Edition] DID is diagnosed through five criteria. For efficiency’s sake we will only be focusing on the first criteria (criteria A) which is detailed as followed: “A. Disruption of identity characterized by two or more distinct personality states, which may be described in some cultures as an experience of possession. The disruption of marked discontinuity in sense of self and sense of agency, accompanied by related alterations in affect, behavior, consciousness, memory, perception, cognition, and/or sensory-motor functioning. These signs and symptoms may be observed by others or reported by the individual.” [Information taken from: http://traumadissociation.com/dissociativeidentitydisorder#dsm5, further reading can be done at: https://www.healthyplace.com/abuse/dissociative-identity-disorder/dissociative-identity-disorder-did-dsm-5-criteria/]

The line “distinct personality states” is of significance here. Alters (also known as headmates or system members) are separate from the core/original. They are different people occupying the same space. Yes, there are alters known as fragments or shards that are not “complete” personalities, however out of a system of eleven only two of our members are fragments (Anya, a trauma holder and Frank, a protector, neither of whom can front independently). The other nine members of our system are fully formed and act independently of each other. For the purpose of this explanation we will however, not discuss certain members of our system for various reasons, largely because they never directly interacted with Ezri. They are as follows: Nina (a four to six year old child alter), Lucien (a 600 year old vampire priest), Harley (a fictive of Harley Quinn) as well as our fragments Frank (a fictive of Frank Castle, the Punisher) and Anya (a fictive of Anya from the 100). The alters that are important to our narrative are: Lucille (protector), L337 (protector), Gl!!tch/Glitch (protector), Luna (protector/headspace manager), AJAX (protector-ish) and ting (core).

I began my three-month altercation with Ezri on October 18th, 2017. They had known that I had DID and at first their general attitude about it was positive, even before we had begun dating.

[Transcript:

panpunksexual 09/27/2017 This is gonna sound dorky but the way I view you being a system is literally “well that means more friends”]

They continued to ask questions about it, claiming that they had a “pretty good understanding of it. The best I could get without being a system myself”

[Transcript: 

panpunksexual 10/24/2017 Did you ever think people wouldn’t want to date you because you’re a system? 

newt on a newt 10/24/2017 yeppp 

panpunksexual 10/24/2017 When I was first learning about it, I never thought it was weird and I still don’t. I was really curious about it, but I didn’t want to ask a bunch of questions and seem like [I] had a creepy fascination with it 

newt on a newt 10/24/2017 questions r good dw 

panpunksexual 10/24/2017 I think I have a pretty good understanding of it now. The best I can get without being a system myself I’m a pretty optimistic person, so I view it as just having more friends, even though I’m only dating you and not any of the others]

To continue with their claims about me, we come across the line “…his illness hurt other people.” No example of “other people” are given (likely because none can be found). My DID has never hurt anyone directly. My alters (predominantly L337, Gl!!tch and AJAX) have been rude or cruel to Ezri, which they should be held accountable for (even though they were simply attempting to defend me or themselves) and AJAX had previously caused me (and only me) physical harm but he is the only alter that has caused physical harm to anyone. Ezri continues with “But no matter how many times I asked, he would never get treatment so he wouldn’t hurt me anymore.” This is simply untrue, although the ‘treatment’ I am in may not be what he wanted.

If we look at this article by Natasha Tracy “DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER (DID) TREATMENT” [found here: https://www.healthyplace.com/abuse/dissociative-identity-disorder/dissociative-identity-disorder-did-treatment-challenging/] a list of treatment options and goals are provided. Treatment options are:

[Transcript: Dissociative Identity Disorder Treatment Types

Dissociative identity disorder is primarily treated with psychotherapy of various types. According to the Cleveland Clinic, the following are DID therapy types:

Psychotherapy – often thought of as “talk therapy.” This DID therapy encourages communication of conflicts and insight into problems.

Cognitive therapy – involves changing dysfunctional thought patterns.

Family therapy – helps to educate the family about the disorder, recognize its presence as well as work through issues that have developed in the family because of dissociative identity disorder.

Creative therapies such as art or music therapy – allows the patient to explore thoughts, feelings and memories in a safe and creative way.]

Treatment goals are as follows:

[Transcript: Dissociative Identity Disorder Treatment Goals

There are many dissociative identity disorder treatment goals. The goals of DID treatment include ensuring the safety of the patient, symptom relief as well as:

“Reconnecting” all existing DID alters into one, well-functioning identity

Allowing the person to safely express and process painful memories

Developing new and healthy coping skills

Restoring functionality

Improving relationships]

We are in therapy and have been for the past two years, seeing a therapist weekly (Wednesday’s at 5:30) which has been beneficial to us and helped us with symptom relief, safety (AJAX no longer poses a threat to me), processing trauma, developing functionality and improving relationships. The only area that we do not, have not, and will not ‘work on’ is integration. Integration is the 'reconnection’ of alters and is not a healthy or tenable option for us and would cause us more harm than good at this point in our lives. Our therapist, a trained medical professional, agrees. Ezri, who is a teenager and not a trained medical professional, decided otherwise and considered it the only acceptable form of treatment and only valid form of treatment. Please note that the only reason they say I should get treatment (which I have been in for two years) is for their benefit, not mine, not anyone else’s. Just theirs.

The third paragraph states “I am not ableist. I don’t believe that I’m better than him because I don’t have the illness he has. I wouldn’t mind him having his illness at all if he weren’t hurting other people.” He begins saying that he is “not ableist” despite the numerous derogatory remarks he has made towards me and my system members about DID, frequently calling them less than human or not real, saying that he is “how things should be” and that we are not normal or less than human.

(Please note, during this conversation Lucille is fronting.)

[Transcript:

newt on a newt 12/11/2017 DID is caused by childhood trauma that is so severe that a child’s brain cannot handle it, causing the mind to splinter and break, forming a completely separate personality. 

panpunksexual 12/11/2017 Yes I know that. But Tyler thinks that you are all real people when you’re not  You’re just in his head. It’s all in his head 

newt on a newt 12/11/2017 “It’s all in his head” much in the same way you are in your own head. 

panpunksexual 12/11/2017 Yeah, but I’m only one person. That’s how things should be. And I don’t like getting worried one of you will make me cut myself again 

[Tyler’s note: no-one encouraged/told/made him self-harm, they told him not to. This is guilt-tripping.] 

Or that one day Tyler will disappear and not come back 

Nobody thinks about how all this makes me feel]

[Transcript:

panpunksexual 12/11/2017 If you’re not the original then you’re not real either]

(Note, the alter fronting here is Gl!!tch/Glitch, who has several typing quirks which I will transcribe as an original version and as a readable version) 

[Transcript: 

newt on a newt 12/12/2017 s0 y0u sxx l337 as lxss than human? [so you see L337 as less than human?] 

panpunksexual 12/12/2017 Yeah]

Ezri clearly seems to view DID/being a system as something that is unnatural and wrong, something to be “fixed” even when it is important to my survival. Their actions and words indicate and are proof of their ableism, which they are not exempt from just because they aren’t neurotypical. Having BPD/BD does not mean he cannot be prejudiced against other people.

“I wouldn’t mind him having his illness at all if he wasn’t hurting other people.” As said before, my DID hurt no one but Ezri and even then it was only a few people acting in defense of me, more comparable to your best friends telling someone who is hurting you to go fuck themself that to being hurt by an illness. “Other people” were not being hurt as anyone who is close to me can attest. They are attempting to use unnamed and made-up “other people” to back up their ungrounded accusations.

I agree with their final paragraph, however 'treatment’ should not just be for other people. Mentally ill people deserve therapy and help for themselves, they deserve to get better and feel loved and accepted. And yes, victims do not have to accept abuse simply because the perpetrators are mentally ill which is why I am no longer excusing Ezri’s actions.

Therefore, we will be presenting all of our evidence against the false accusations that Ezri has made on their blog (shown at the top). This evidence will be separated across multiple posts, and a masterpost will be made.

[ramrodd]

Marco Rubio is the Poster Boy du jour for the Stupid Watergate

COMMENTARY:

The way to tell if a Republican was recruited by Newt Gingrich is that they are often very pretty, in a Barbie Doll kind of way, number one, like Marco Rubio and, two, in the final analysis, they were either dumber than dog shit before they were recruited and selected on than basis and/or, the process of becoming a Tea Party crypto-Nazi useful idiot, have become dumber than dog shit because they buy into the politics of Steve Bannon or they are really smart, like George Conway, but have found it expedient to pretend they are dumber than dog shit in order to make a lot of money.

Lindsey Graham falls into this category.

What about people like John McCain?  

I think, after the Keating 5, he was woke, in a #Blacklivesmatter kind of way. He didn't really understand how Supply-side economics works, but he has the typical Harvard religious faith in the theological righteousness of Capitalism, as opposed to the godless commie cocksuckers who embrace the economics of the Anti-Christ, Marxism. It was easy for him to connect the dots between the faces of the North Korean patriots who tortured him and Marxism. I feel his pain, but it's a connection he needed to undo, in “The Undoing Project” kind of way that Michael Lewis talks about. It's the business I am in, human high performance. Human peak performance is really outside my focus. I know how to coach for it, but its a bit too retail: my stuff is geared for a wholesale/community aspirational population. People who work their KSA's and burning desire to the point where they need coaching in peak performance began to focus on high performance as a state of being at the level of performance technology I offer. It's Ranger School stuff geared for small unit leadership in a purposeful community.

McCain is considered a RINO by the people in the MAGA hats. That's what those hats mean: you've bought into the Trump Program lock, stock and barrel and if you aren't letting asshole crypto-Nazis like Tucker Carlson, Rush Limbaugh and Steve Bannon or asshole femi-Nazis like Kellyanne Conway, Laura Ingraham or Betsy Devos pull you around by your dick, then you are a RINO.

That the category McCain falls into in contrast to the House Freedom Caucus and asshole crypto-Nazi thugs like Jim Jordan and Stephen King and Newt Gingrich and Roger Stone. McCain wasn't afraid of anybody. Period. That's the thing that drew Lindsey Graham into his orbit: in a culture that operates like a Super Max captive audience, Tootsy Roll Graham sought out the baddest dog in the yard, because McCain had been there and done that. His problem was, he didn't know how to fix it.

I do. The final product is the Green New Deal, but there is a whole lot of undoing needs to be done by the American voter, regardless of ideological inclination before we can get to the Green New Deal in the 117 Congress. The 116th Congress is the Undoing Project and AOC is the way forward.

Here's the thing about Marco Rubio that demonstrates his core dumber-than-dogshit skill set required to work for Newt Gingrich, Steve Bannon and Mick Mulvaney. First of all, Mario is pretty in a Ricky Ricardo latin lover kind of way and he can be relied on to come out and promote the party line in some fairly predictable way. The party line is now turning against China because President Xi  isn't going to do a trade deal with Trump until he, Duck Ass Don, keeps his promise to Chairman Kim to get a GI haircut like Elvis as a personal performance surety to implement Lady Trump's Task Force Δ to her perfect satisfaction as a precondition to doing business. The GI hair cut. An outward sign that he, Trump, was engaged in the Memorandum of Understanding phase of a serious process of the zero-sum contracting you do with Marxists.

And Donald Duck Ass left Hanoi because he isn't about to get a GI haircut just to please his new girl friend: Kim Jung Un is no Delilah but Duck Ass Don is all Samson and intends to keep his super powers. He has a superstitious belief that he is invisible behind his hair and nobody can touch him.

So, any denuclearization and China Trade deal needs to wait to the 117 Congress, when the Green New Deal kicks in and Duck Ass Don is kicking those things to the curb and shifting his focus on invading Iran, which is the deal he made with Netanyahu at John Bolton's insistence. Bolton's relationship with the assassination of Kaddahfi is a big reason why Chairman Kim accelerated his nuke/ICBM programs during the Obama administration. Obama inherited Robert Kagan's “Liberal Interventionist” neo-con foreign policy and the Clinton State Department continued to implement regime change. Trump's connection to the Kremlin reassured Chairman Kim that he, Trump, wasn't going to implement's Obama's foreign policy, and Chairman Kim wants to do in the Democratic Peoples Republic of Korea what Vietnam has done, in terms of modifying their original Soviet Marxism into a Free Market Marxism that works very much like Hong Kong: different from the PRC's Harvard Marxism and naturally entrepreneurial from their French heritage.

And that's why Marco put out this statement. They are scrambling to find anything to recover the leverage they had over Obama and Nancy Pelosi before the Mueller Report emerged in the mix. The hard-core MAGA hat crowd in Congress are a lot like the Nazi submariners after the Happy Times, soldiering on but being sunk, one by one, by their own embrace of dog shit stupidity as a political agenda. And China is now an enemy, especially since Putin has gone long on the Yuan and dumped the eurodollar/green back, the favorite currency to the vast right-wing conspiracy working out of the cesspool of the GOP Deep State. Putin did this to pop the Trump Bubble driving the Bull Market on the NYSE. He doesn't want Trump re-elected unless he keeps his promise to Chairman Kim.

But here is the important stupidity contained in Rubio's commentary: the Belt and Road Initiative and the Green New Deal are the same thing: President Xi wants to import the Green New Deal to upgrade his Harvard Marxism to Democratic Socialism because that actually what Marxism had in mind without realizing America was already the leading edge of the on-going social engineering of the US Constituion that was evolving the Democratic Socialism FDR stumbled into in 1933 and Eisenhower doubled down on with his 1956 Presidential Platform.

A difference between McCain and Eisenhower is that Eisenhower knew his accusations of socialism against Truman were pure right-wing dog whistles he needed to use to get elected while McCain really believed socialism was evil. It's was a difference between USNA and USMA before Ayn Rand spoke at USMA. Things seem to have gone a little sideways at the Point since 1974. But that's a different problem.

President Moon in the Republic of Korea and President Xi in the PRC want to introduce Green New Deal by way of the PRC's Belt and Road Initiative. The one very smart thing Chairman is doing is going everywhere by train. He's not afraid of flying: he's making the point of his design for connection the dots between Seoul and Bejing with mass transportation. America needs to do exactly the same thing: restore the rail-road right-of-ways to a strategic grade sufficient to move armor anywhere between our boarders, a serious Trails-to-Rails/Trails upgrade. It will be good for the tourist business, among other things, to provide extensive public transportation as well as heavy cargo in order to shift about 25% of the throughput load on the interstate system onto rails. The interstate system was never intended to replace the railroads, but to augment their capacities. For various reasons, this has been neglected since the 60's and purposefully ignored since Reagan began to replace the Democratic Socialism he inherited with the Tory Socialism Rubio Marco and John McCain both represented.

Marco earned his place in Newt Gingrich's crypto-Nazi All Stars line up by being able to deliver this sort of drivel without having to think about it. In fact, actually thing about it, and not parroting the party line coming out of the Oval Office, is how you can become identified as as RINO or a progressive socialist terrorist. Bolton and Pompeo are using the sanctions against the Iranian oil to punish President Moon's South Korea for not forcing Chairman Kim to make a deal, but President Moon backs Chairman Kim 100% and the 117th Congress is only 633 days away.

Here is the message the adult leadership in the GOP needs to hear from Adam Schiff: if Duck Ass Don is re-elected, he will be impeached by Labor Day 2021. There is no hurry on this: as an Eisenhower Republican, Bill Weld is the sort of adult leadership the GOP had when I was growing up and I'd vote for him, Otherwise, I like Jay Inslee, because he is already implementing the Green New Deal as governor of Washington.

Marco Rubio is the Poster Boy du jour for the Stupid Watergate .

Personally, it's a toss up as to whether the National Review or Breitbart is the journal of record for the Stupid Watergate. Of course, FOX News is the voice of the Stupid Watergate.

[chershorowitzsarchive-blog]

because i’m unoriginal and i need some organization in my life i’m gonna follow jess and chris cause why not? anyway this is what’s up my kids. let’s play if we haven’t? everything’s bound to change cause who needs end games lmao.

alexandra sophia ford ;; fc dove cameron // fairwoods very own elle woods/cher horowitz she’s smart as f but in an unconventional way? senior, seventeen, in another life she was luna lovegood or alice from alice in wonderland. ray of sunshine lives in a bubble of happiness and is basically a princess, little sister which is a role she takes very seriously like don’t come near her brother she’ll bark? anyways her brother is jace ford... her family’s name and money and what not has grown very respected over the years and you know they have hella money. she’s art club president, year book editor and into music like HARD CORE into musicals and disney. she loves art, van gogh , monet, she wants to travel the world collecting art and photography and someday opening her own art gallery and all that. she’s set to attend yale like her brother did before her ect... hasn’t gotten the full effect of “ family duties “ yet. proud mother of a kitten whose name is dinah.

friends, someone who plays pranks on her just to see what happens? no ex anythings she’s pure as hell lmao, but she could have had someone who tried flirting her once and she didn’t get it. 

gemma diane rhodes ;; fc amber heard // twenty six, beautiful, vindictive and and richer than you. she’s an heiress to a diamond cartel her family controls 30% of the world’s diamonds and well basically she’s been sleeping on a gold mattress her entire life. vain, a bit shallow and is totally disconnected with the world around her unless it like benefits her in some way. she’s engaged to jason ford, they went to yale together, gemma is cunning as hell  she has a major in business like girl is a shark tbh. all she wants to do in life is make money, and surround herself with those who will make MONEY for her. she has a heart somewhere, it’s just dead cause she doesn’t use it.  she’s basically the picture of the perfect lady.

acquaintances, people she’s known through her social activities,  an ex or two? someone she had feelings for and then left him because u know she wanted bigger things etc. 

areli augusta echavarria ;; fc selena gomez // seventeen, senior she’s half spanish / half mexican her father is from spain and her mother is from mexico city. her father is a big time record producer, he’s like a ceo of a record company and her mother inherited tons of money. she’s your resident serena vanderwoodsen, an emotional mess with a volatile relationship with mum who’s been married like 3 times, she’s going for a 4th. a big sister to a seven year old brother and well she fell for her best friend’s boyfriend and they had a thing behind her back. 

bad influence ( think georgina sparks ), hook ups and past ex boyfriends or guys she’s dated. an enemy, and well basically someone to challenge her and help her pull out of her bubble even more because she’s done with the whole high social circle crowd her mom runs with. a future step sibling? their parents are getting married, they high key don’t see eye to eye but it’s family so you do everything for family. 

finnley xander gray ;; fc richard madden // twenty eight, english - literature professor at fairwood high and best selling author. he attended yale and was majoring in business when he decided that it wasn’t what he wanted to do so he basically turned his back on what his parents wanted for him and said goodbye to the family money, although he’s just made more than enough on his own but he’s really low key about it.  resident hoe TBH he can’t keep it in his pants, he likes women lots and lots of them LMAO. he’s basically mark sloan. 

ex hook ups of any kind, an enemy someone who thinks he’s full of himself and can’t deal with his ass. friends u know that stuff. 

james daniel cunningham ;; fc grant gustin // eighteen, resident animal lover he works at the pet shelter and is basically newt scamander he relates to animals more than he does to human beings. he’s really kind, loyal and hard working he’s a hufflepuff like 100%, will hit you with random animal and most importantly dog facts. really passionate about helping the earth’s environment so he’s a vegan and will keep you from eating a chicken nugget. mom’s the town doctor / surgeon she’s a heart surgeon  half brother to uriah, his dad is a messy ass deal and he doesn’t know him doesn’t want to. wren is his cousin/ big brother and he loves him to bits. 

friends, someone he tutors, but like not really he mostly does their homework for them because well he doesn’t have the heart to speak up. a bully of sorts, anyone who wants to shove his head in a toilet from time to time DO IT. 

sebastian rodrigo maradona ;; fc theo james // twenty eight, ex soccer superstar he was injured used to play soccer professionally. spanish, he’s now the high school soccer coach. too serious for his own good hardly smiles and he’s really passionate about the sport, and he loves his girls to death like he’s protective over the girls on the team.

friends, best friends, hook ups, a girlfriend maybe? future romance idk, just someone who makes him not be so serious all the time lmao. 

riley daphne moore ;; fc emma watson // twenty four, ace of cakes runner up and local town superstar her bakery kind of exploded after she was on the show and she’s had multiple offers to make it a franchise but she hasn’t accepted any of them yet. high key thinks that her cupcakes and cakes are the solution to all of the world’s problems and she will feed anyone who lets her and even if they don’t lmao. big mama bear instincts, protective of the people she cares for and will probably go over board with such protection and she’s really not flexible, doesn’t take no for an answer about ANYTHING at all, stubborn and prone to ranting  loves coffee and is a sarcastic twit a lot of the time. 

exes, friends, a potential business partner, someone who works in her shop like a teenager from the high school you know all that stuff. 

athena margaeret pearce ;; fc carlson young // sixteen, sophomore, bixsexual loves everyone tbh she’s a hoe. she has a sex tape with someone or more than one someone. she’s a jock, loves soccer but she’s drunk 24/7 she and her dad have a terrible rl, her mother committed suicide  when she was in ninth grade so that’s kind of what’s set her off she’s determined to feel everything and do as much as she can because she wants to feel alive. so basically one of those i’ll do everything once kind of people. she’s difficult though, cares about a few and will hardly let anyone in but when she does she’s loyal to death. she lashes out and will self destruct when things don’t go her way. terrified of commitment and someone loving her, she just doesn’t think that’s real.

hook ups, exes, enemies, a good influence which she doesn’t want lmao treats them awfully, an ex whose heart she broke by cheating or idk something like that. 

emma charlotte richards ;; fc nina dobrev // twenty two, hella gay but doesn’t know it, she’s a police officer in training all about the rules and has a big moral compass a good heart and she just wants to help. doesn’t have much of a life outside of her police duty so she’s always lost with current events but she’ll speak to anyone just don’t flirt with her she don’t know LMAO

someone who makes her realize she’s gay, friends, an ex she dated who kind of figured it out but you know hasn’t really told her he just let her break up with him. someone she busts for things constantly and well is basically a pain in their ass lmao. 

isabella cathernie reynolds ;; fc liz gillies // eighteen, senior, navy brat she just moved to town she’s invisible for the most part and she hates it. she’s intelligent but she’s really high strung her walls are up 24/7 because she doesn’t want to get attached if she’s just gonna leave, hella loyal, really causal about the dating game unless she’s crushing that’s when she’s a disaster. basically she’s paris geller lmao. 

since she new, ANYTHING is game just give me all the things. 

connor nathaniel whitaker ;; fc dom sherwood // eighteen, senior, resident baskebtall superstar he’s going to duke on a basketball scholarship and he wants to play for the nba in the future. his father owns a car dealership in town so they are well off and well basically he’s a jock wth a bad reputation. isn’t much for being to others and mistrusts almost anyone he meets. 

exes, hookups, enemies, you know the whole THING do it. a good influence maybe? a best friend and all the nice things. 

[charityburbcge]

CHARITY BURBAGE is AN ORDER MEMBER in the war, even though HER official job is as MUGGLE LIASON OFFICE EMPLOYEE. the TWENTY-FIVE year old PUREBLOOD is known to be ENCOURAGING and FAITHFUL but also SENSITIVE and SCATTERBRAINED. some might label them as THE CREDULOUS. fc: haley lu richardson.

Hi y’all! It’s me, Faye, coming back at ya again with another child. I’ll be honest, this got pretty long and it’s a lot of word v*mit considering I barely scratched the surface. Sorry in advance!! Tbh, please feel free to skim or ask for a summary of her if you don’t wanna read it all.

family,

Louisa Burbage — Mother, healer, put the stars in the sky. Will expand on her later.

Augustine Burbage — father, potioneer, the best man she knows. Will also expand on him later.

Justice Burbage (I headcanon that his fc is Justice Smith bc irony) — Older, halfblooded half-brother from her father’s relationship prior to his marriage to her mother. Being raised to buy into the pureblooded ideals, the couple was a scandalous one, especially given they had a child out of wedlock. They were young and in love, but sadly, all good things must come to an end. Not long after the birth of their son, she passed due to complications in labor, leaving him with a child he never planned on. Instead of resentment fueling him, he carries on in the name of his lost love and their baby, vowing to work every day for the rights of halfbloods. His marriage to Louisa, another like-minded pureblood, had nothing to do with their blood status’ and everything to do with what was in their hearts. They were in the same year at Hogwarts, the same house, and had dated in their youth; their eventual re-connection  took in Justice like he was her own, refusing to raise him any differently than any children she were to have. When Charity comes along, they truly become one happy family. She loves her brother with everything in her, and he’s part of the reason she was so steadfast in her decision to join the Order.

She comes from a relatively small family on both sides. This is her hell, considering she’s so family-orientated.

childhood,

Unlike many pureblooded children around her, Charity’s early life was not spent in and out of lessons, being trained to be the perfect representative of her family. There were no events, or expectations, only love and light.

Though the Burbage’s had money and rarely did she want for anything, she and her brother were raised quite humbly. Their estate was comparably smaller than that of their peers, and for as much money as her parents brought in, they donated nearly as much back into the community. 

From a very young age, Charity remembers her parents both being outspoken allies of muggles, muggleborns, and half-bloods. Because of this, she was raised with tolerance and inclusivity in mind. 

They have a House Elf called Winky, affectionately named by the siblings because of the perpetual twitching in her right eye. More than anything, she acted as a nanny to them when they were growing up, but now that both children are out of the house, she looks after the house while Louisa and Auggie are away.

Her first signs of magic came through when she encountered a bird with a broken wing at age five, which healed itself not long after she scooped it up into her arms. Fussing over it being in pain and trying to get her mum’s attention took longer than the actual healing once she’d calmed down.

With their work as healers, her parents had the tendency to be away for lengthy periods at a time, leaving their two children to their own devices. They developed a very close relationship as a result, which only grew stronger during their years at school. The year that he left for his first year at Hogwarts was, however, very difficult for her to handle. It was her first time being truly alone since birth, so she did not cope well (pls give me a childhood friend connection!!).

hogwarts years,

Her sorting into Hufflepuff was as accurate as it was exciting, because to her, no better house existed (srsly, the only superiority she believes in is that Hufflepuff is The Best™, no question). Her parents were both in the house, as was her brother, which made her feel closer to them and like she was carrying out a family tradition of sorts.

There was not a single person that she did not try befriending during her time there, like tbh the girl would befriend a statue if at all possible. This 100% got her into trouble, considering she generally lacks the necessary instincts to stay away from people who would be no good for her.

As much as she wished she could have joined the Quidditch team, her uncoordinated, bumbly self would never have made it past the first tryout. 

Instead, she occupied a passionate spot in the stands and was an outspoken fan. Please picture with me a quiet, polite Charity loosing her damned mind during a match.

Even though getting in trouble utterly terrified her, the girl served her fair share of detentions. The reasons varied, but typically the cause was her hexing her more...intolerant classmates.

Admittedly did not make the best grades, which boiled down to testing anxiety and insecurities about her intelligence. Where she was capable in class, when it came to sitting down for her OWL’s and NEWT’s, she struggled immensely.

Her best classes were Herbology, Potions, Charms, and Muggle Studies (that she later goes on to teach ofc!! fun, fun, fun), everything else was very much hit or miss.

She tested at NEWT level in her stronger subjects, which was the only thing that kept her parents off her back when transitioning from school to the work force.

present day,

Her recruitment to the Order came almost immediately after her graduation, with full support from her family, who are avid supporters.

She’s really not sure if she has any real use to the cause, but she certainly tries her best to help out wherever needed. 

Is currently apart of the Muggle Liason office, which is, as far as she’s concerned, the best branch in the entire Ministry.

I mean!! Dealing with Muggle-Wizard relations? WHAT A DREAM! 

Her work is meaningful to her, especially when she actually gets to interact with muggles on memory modification assignments.

She bought a small, secluded cottage in London with part of her inheritance, partly to be close to work, but also because she wanted a place far enough away from the general public if ever a situation arises that people need a safe (and convenient) place to hide.

personality,

Kind, gentle, soft, dedicated, passionate, thoughtful, stubborn.

She’s a certified Mom Friend™ and proud of it.

Would literally go to any length necessary if it means keeping those she cares about safe.

Charity’s also got to be one of the most attentive people when it comes to her friendships and loved ones. She is always taking time to spend time with them no matter how busy she may be, will stop whatever she’s doing if they are in need, and gives the best gifts. Her philosophy is that if she’s got to spend her money somewhere, it may as well be on

That same naivety that got her into trouble growing up has ABSOLUTELY stuck with her into adulthood.

She tends to see the best in people, even those who don’t deserve a moment of her time. 

She’s enthusiastic, eager to please, and wildly ambitious; both at work and in her personal life.

Is very, very protective of muggles/muggleborns/haldfbloods. She doesn’t believe in violence as the answer, but hates the prejudice against them even more. If she sees anyone being mistreated, she definitely steps in ready for a fight. 

facts/misc info,

WAND: Hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core, 11" and quite bendy flexibility.

PATRONUS: Though she has yet to actually attempt casting the spell beyond a classroom, her Patronus would take the shape of a Fox Terrier. 

CHARACTER TROPES: The Idealist, Nice Girl, Running Gag, To Be Lawful or Good, Workaholic, there are more but I’ll never get off the trope site if I keep going.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES: Leslie Knope, Kimmy Schmidt, Peggy Carter, April Kepner, Phoebe Buffay.

[ramrodd]

Day 3 of RNC: Liars, Delusions and Recycled Slogans

COMMENTARY:

Visualize Whirled Peas

Anna, what you are experiencing and expressing is the alienation from Newt Gringrich's political strategy for insurgency leading to violent revolution. As I say, the lynch mob fervor of the Grab Our Pussy convention is a whole lot more fun than the constructive agenda of the Biden-Harris campaign seems to be because of all the reasons you line up, but you are doing the Devil's handiwork for him with you dispair and depression.

To some degree, it is a larger issue than Gingrich. For all intents and purposes, an evil enchantment began to settle over America when the Diem brothers were assassinated, followed, of course, by the cosmic Karma of JFK's assassination. It is reinforced and amplified by what I call the Oliver Stone version of Vietnam, which has been the organizing paradigm of the Boomer generation you grew up in. And Gingrich's political strategy, based on the "Politics is the continuation of warfare" formula for violent revolution, has been relentlessly generating spiritual pollution since the 70s when he started running for Congress and it is now being pumped out on steroids by the Trump Presidential campaign.

Now, to some degree, I am speaking metaphorically, except that Cenk's premonition that Trump could win on Tuesday reflects exactly what the Gingrich political strategy is designed to do. And, if you review this segment of your show, it is more of the same. Trump is winning by making you afraid of losing and turning all the anger we all feel about his criminal incompetence against yourself and your intentions.

You can't attack it directly, this evil enchantment, as satisfying as Cenk's rants may be, because it just stokes the lynch mob emotions that the Spirit of God feeds on. We need to neutralize it and all I can offer is the counter-insurgency formula to Visualize Whirled Peas every time you feel the weight of the Trump campaign bearing you down by replacing it with your own vision of what we are all committed to achieving with the Biden-Harris agenda moving forward with the Green New Deal for the next 100 years. Trump has no plan: his world view ends at the tip of his pecker and the people around him lack even that, but all of us progressive populists can project how normal was before COVID-19 as a 100 year trajectory, moving forward. AOC has intuited the future as a community organizer in the Green New Deal and it is the global synergies wave from Apollo 11 that created Silicon Valley and only requires America to complete the transformation of the Military Industrial Complex to the Aerospace Entrepreneurial Matrix at the core of the Green New Deal.

That's what Biden-Harris represents. Peter Navarro wants to double down on the Military Industrial Complex, which is why the PRC won't do a deal with Trump: they are waiting for America to implement the Green New Deal, but as long as the evil enchantment that lingers over Camelot  is being generated by Newt Gingrich's political strategy and Trump's clown show, we can't climb up on the step of the global synergies wave of Apollo 11 and blast off into the future with the Green New Deal.

Which brings me back to Visualize Whirled Peas: the Holy Spirit can neutralize the evil enchantment in your mind if you Visualize Whirled Peas every time you see a NOAH weather map. I know it seems far fetched but the fact is that our global communications makes it possible not only for Trump to amplify the sedition through the enthusiasms of the MAGA hat nation, especially the Pro-Life Evangelicals who depend upon the Spirit of God as the essential money pump in their business model. Every time Trump does some of his lynch mob dog whistles, everybody who is connected to the Solo Scriptura doctrine amplifies it all across the nation because hate- and fear-mongering is so much fun and it affects the weather in places like Tornado Alley and the fire storms in California because it feeds the Spirit of God, who is without reason or proportion, like it is chronicled in White Rabbit.

But, if you Visualize Whirled Peas every time you hear some Trump-Fascist bullshit, you invite the Holy Spirit to replace that spiritual pollution with the Living Water of the Spirit of God and that, likewise, is broadcast across the nation and it is stronger than the happy-terrorism of the Trump Fascist Noise Machine. It's like bonking the Green Meanies with the Apples of the Yellow Submarine.

And here's a sign the Holy Spirit might do to encourage the progressive populists of the Biden-Harris generation: I can't conjure the Holy Spirit, but he has indicated he might put on a display for anyone who has eyes to see and ears to hear. There is a new storm system forming off Africa that is projected to organize and reach the Leeward islands about Tuesday. Check it out on the NOAH channel and keep track of it. And, of course, Visualize Whirled Peas and imagine it moving across the Carribean, growing stronger but not causing any significant damage until it enters the Gulf of Mexico, where it slows down to an almost stall and spools up to beyond Catagory 5 for a significant period of time without making landfall, and then, suddenly, collapsing and falling into the Gulf as the Living Waters described in John 4 and restoring the fisheries and damage from oil spills and other human devastation to the pristine conditions of 1492, just to reward your faith.

I've been trying to get the Holy Spirit to do that since the Nagano Winter Olympics in 1998, when I first really witnessed the relationship between the Holy Spirit and the Spirit of God at work. God really loves the Olympic Games, particularly the Winter Games, because, when the Olympic Flame is lit and it snows, the snow melting on the faces of the people in the Village is the only time God can touch us without killing us: the snow melting from the heat of our skin is like the fingers of a mother brushing across the face of her children.

But there apparently has never been the critical mass of people in the world who Visualize Whirled Peas to create the spiritual horse power to create the phenomena of the Living Waters falling into the Gulf of Mexico, but the effect, at this moment, would to scrub the evil enchantment out of America instantly and restore Camelot in the same way a kiss awakens Sleeping Beauty.

If it helps, Lady Trump has restored the Rose Garden to a new celebration of the roses of Camelot for the next 100 years. It just needs to fill out in the fullness of time.

If you are serious about wiping the smirk off of Newt Gingrich's face by defeating the treason of his political strategy and electing Biden-Harris, Visualize Whirled Peas.