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technobladetimestamps · 3 years

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Nov 16 Stream Timestamps

Timestamps from Technoblade’s “THE REVOLUTION (dream SMP)”

Link to my youtube comment with all of the timestamps x

Timestamps with hyperlinks below

02:13 “This is a surprise tool which will help us later” / thumbnail isn’t foreshadowing / video thumbnails have to be big / stream thumbnails can be detailed 05:17 “The traitor is actually Jschlatt” / firework crafting 09:50 “The ratio is impeccable” 13:23 “Dream’s in the game! My audience retention rate” / vc with Tubbo & Quackity / traitor Jschlatt theory / “Are you high?” “A little” 14:47 “You’re a bit of a wildcard” “I am the most consistent character on the entire server” / “What’s this about getting into power” / “We’ll burn this bridge when we get to it” 15:54 “You really are such an English major” / “You’re an idiom” / malaphor / “I’m actually speaking twice as much English as you guys” 18:07 “I think Thunder is overcompensating in the chat” / “Where can you see me” “In my heart” (Karl & Quackity) / Karl not leaving vc 20:33 vc with Niki / “Did Tubbo just leave me? I spaced out for 2 seconds” / “You can’t call everyone the traitor” “I can & will” 22:45 “You know it’s an event when Skeppy’s here” / “You know it’s a big deal when Georgenotfound wakes up” / “Everyone leaves me” 23:31 explaining the traitor thing to Niki / “Maybe I’m a sleeper agent” / had to kill Tubbo 25:03 nothing happened with that creeper / Fundy interrogating Niki / “Why did I train her for MCC” 25:54 “Even YOU’RE leaving me” / sad music / “I’m sitting here with 203k viewers & it’s not enough for any of these streamers to bear talking to me for more than 60 seconds” / Skeppy joins vc to immediately leave 28:50 Karl has a gift for Techno / Karl is just here for the animatic 32:21 “At least the chat won’t leave me” / pays for his music 35:01 “I’m going to destroy the government so bad” / “I hate all of the farming updates on skyblock” 37:45 joining a vc / “I just got stood up in like 4...conversations in rapid succession” / “My new years resolution was to make friends & it’s november & I’ve made zero headway” / Eret switches sides 41:53 Ender chest setup / worried about hotbar management / potions > shields 43:13 vc with allies / “Karl you are literally the biggest third wheel I have ever seen” 45:03 angering the dogs / trident combo 47:13 “D!ck with one ball” (Tubbo) 50:25 “Let’s hope Wil overslept like [George]” 53:09 recruiting Eret / “If you fight on our side we’ll make you the King of Burger King” / “He’ll be an executive citizen” / “I’m surrounded by idiots” 54:58 putting Schlatt on the allies list / “Schlatt is an alcoholic high on protein power” (Fundy) 56:47 can’t trust Eret / “I hate it when you’re right” (Tubbo) / Wilbur joins vc 59:50 having a moment with Hubert / “Not even the mobs like me” / sad music / “I just gained 8k subscribers the sadness is gone” / cow pit exp farm 1:02:57 vc with Niki / “I’m going to join the other vc AHHHHH” 1:05:02 “Once everyone meets up...I have something prepared” / “Technoblade when are you not ready?” “When I joined the server” 1:09:38 “Who do you take me for? Of course I’ve read the Art of War. It’s written by Mozart” / battle planning 1:12:18 “This is the betrayal...happening very slowly” 1:13:35 Pan1 / “This revolution is so doomed” 1:15:29 Dream attack / Quackity dies 1:18:07 “Agree Retweet” / “Violence is the only universal language” / “i have a supply” / “Why do you talk in upwards inflections constantly?” 1:19:57 Techno not getting to talk / “He took it all by force didn’t he” / “Fear into Ear” 1:23:50 Techno telling everyone he has a stash twice / distributing blue / mushroom the fox 1:26:49 Tommy talking over Techno again / “Stop going off on your tangents” “We have food at home” 1:29:30 vault reveal / Tubbo stealing emeralds / secret chest 1:32:40 “Shut up bro you are green as shit” (Tommy) / “Everyone give me back my stuff you don’t deserve it” 1:34:41 no netherite swords / “Who’s the traitor” “Promise we won’t be mad” 1:36:31 battle / Technoblade trident maneuvering / giving rocket launchers to Tubbo & Tommy 1:40:27 killing Karl / Dream bringing out the end crystals / fighting invis Dream / purpled switches sides 1:43:57 Dream wants to talk / 309k / group photos 1:46:08 vc with Dream / “But only if my enemy insists” / in the van with Schlatt / “What are you doing in my drug van? It better not be drugs” / Tommy preparing to shoot Schlatt 1:54:42 “We won” / “We killed an old man with heart problems! It only took 20 of us!” / President Innit / subscribe to Technoblade sign 1:55:57 Dream & Techno talk in chat / Tommy speech / “It was meant to be” / “I don’t think anyone is bowing to Tommyinnit” / “Karl don’t be weird” / Skeppy has a disc 1:59:06 Techno being apprehensive on mute / Tommy makes Wilbur President / “I’ll be the president” “I’m gonna veto that” / “Techno...you’ve taught me that government is not the way to go” / Wilbur makes Tubbo president 2:03:20 “I’m not sure I like where this is going x2” / “I’m not sure this is a good ending” / “Team chaos” “Perhaps” 2:06:20 Techno shoots Tubbo / Philza joins / “You think Schlatt was the cause of your problems? No. It was government” / speech gets interrupted / “The government ends here, I’ll kill it myself!” 2:09:23 Phil kills Wilbur / techno yelling for silence / “Tommy you just did a coup...& instilled yourself as president” 2:12:11 “If you want to be a hero THAN DIE LIKE ONE” / wither spawning / killing his former allies 2:15:09 post fight talks / “There will be no new government today. It will be over my dead body” / “Techno was not the traitor” 2:18:50 “I need to increase the crater that is L’Manberg so that no country can rise in its place” / “Mom says it’s my turn on the flame bow” 2:23:51 “What I’m doing right now is small scale. This is the work of an individual. This is nothing compared to the cruelty governments all around the world [inflict]...systematically” / “Llamas are the primary victims of war” / “I just wanna be apart of the explosion” (George) 2:27:06 Techno joins vc / connor joins the server / “I hope you’re proud of yourself Techno” “I kinda am” / Jack Manifold (Thunder) being broke / netherite armor 2:32:30 “Beach episode” / Techno accidentally joins the L’Manberg vc 2:35:16 the base is compromised / “There’s no way Technoblade would put a clock there if it didn’t mean anything” / got robbed 2:37:37 “If you’re going to ask me how I got all these emerald & arrows that’s a story for another day” / explaining the bedrock / “I can give everyone stuff & it’ll be such a flex” 2:40:24 Greek mythology 2:41:45 The Golden Apple / “They didn’t use discord back then they used skype, so can’t invite Eris” / “Zeus the god of feminism” 2:46:02 Eret recruiting Techno to kill George / joining vc / “Let’s stop him before he gets land” / Awesamdude proposing a fight 2:49:08 “No one can kill me I’m invincible” (logs out) / Dream literally names the turtle potions Sam thinks he hasn’t heard of / “I’m at soup” / “It’s not smack talk he just has that many items” 2:53:06 “Stab him Dream, I’ll shout encouraging words” / Techno fighting Bad & Ant 2:56:23 Dream wins / “I think there was this Dream guy attacking you with some sort of weapon” 3:00:11 turtle potions / Dream hyping up Techno about fighting BBH / Badlands negotiating with George 3:04:34 vc with Philza 3:07:00 spider farm afk’ing / lagging Quackity’s computer 3:09:06 smp earth / Phil only logged on to back Techno up 3:10:32 killing George / “I’m gonna drop his armor off don’t jump me” / not fighting Dream 3:13:00 vc with Karl & Phil / Karl definitely not starting a government / “Chat that was the boring part, don’t leave” / 320k / “Why do we keep scheduling these on Monday?” 3:16:18 “I don’t even want to think about how famous Tommy will be in the future” / “I get a tad bitter” / covid is good for youtubers but obviously bad / “I’m so good at socially distancing” 3:19:51 “Aren’t you tired of being nice Philza? Don’t you just wanna go crazy” / “You should be wary of the old in a profession where people die young” / vc with Eret 3:21:47 “What if you built a slightly larger throne next to it?” / “How are they paranoid of a mole but the guy with a track record of being a traitor gets no questions asked” 3:25:47 “I’m gonna place a block at the bottom & kill you instantly” / reverse mlg / emerald rich even with Tubbo’s theft 3:27:57 “I’ll allow it” / upstairs chests robbed / Eret disconnects with the book 3:32:04 armor sabotage bc he thought it’d be 1v5 / crystals are mutually assured destruction / Wilbur afraid of tnt getting blown up early 3:34:11 the diary was actually Eret’s / “He’s gonna tell everyone who I have a crush on. Nooo” / reading the 100 page book / “Can I not win here?” “No” 3:40:14 “This stream has released more serotonin in my brain than the last 6 months combined” / revolution was overcrowded / could improve the crater 2:43:09 “Awkward ten minute period where I’m just sitting there watching them set up a new government but I can’t kill them yet” / Carl is missing 3:44:34 “The one time Technoblade is gonna roleplay & they talk over him” / “CARL” / “As long as Sapnap isn’t the one that took him there’ll still be hope” 3:46:10 “Once you start using end crystals it’s the only pvp that matters & end crystal pvp is so lame” / Webtoons 3:49:10 “What’s going to happen to you & WIlbur now?” “I don’t know, I think I’m chill with Wilbur” / “The only thing that changed is my voice. Zero personal growth” / lines from the first speech that got interrupted / “King George is trending booo” 3:52:00 1 million twitter followers / “O god it’s been four hours...I am not built for this” / did a 13 hour stream once / sub growth goals 3:56:30 “What the heck is Phil watching”

#technoblade #technoblade timestamps #THE REVOLUTION (dream SMP)#dream smp

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 4

Sad Boys and Fun Facts

Patton’s a sad boi but Virgil has a distraction

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

Three weeks had passed since Virgil had first texted Roman. In those three weeks, Virgil had learned a lot about his new friends.

First, there was Patton. God, did that man love puns. Virgil also loved puns, but he preferred reading Patton’s puns over making his own. Remus had caught Virgil blushing at his phone and made a comment about his new “friends with benefits” (Virgil had been unable to respond. He was too busy trying to hold back his giggles from one of Patton’s pun tangents). Patton also made it clear that he was the “Dad Friend” of the group. Virgil couldn’t type a single self-deprecating comment without Patton threatening to physically fight him. It was rather terrifying, really. He also made sure that everyone was taking care of themselves. Once they learned that they were in the same timezone (They hadn’t shared cities yet. Friend or no, Virgil was telling where he lived in that quickly) Patton made it his goal to check in and make sure that Virgil ate at mealtime. One last thing about Patton was his… struggle with technology. He tended to send almost everything directly to the group chat instead of private messages. Logan said that he tried to teach Patton how to do so, but the lessons never seemed to stick.

Speaking of Logan, the nerd had his own quirks. He didn’t type much, usually only responding when someone required everyone to respond. The other time that he typed was during debates. Nine days into their friendship, Virgil had mentioned saying “you too” to a cute barista and claimed that he ruined any chances with his new crush. While Patton and Roman offered words of encouragement, Logan remained silent. Virgil had assumed that Logan agreed with him but didn’t want to upset his boyfriends. As soon as their conversation ended, Virgil received a private text from Logan, requesting to debate. They argued over cognitive distortions for a whole hour before they reached a compromise. Logan had called the debate “lit” and asked if they could debate again in the future. That was another thing about Logan. Apparently, he had vocabulary cards for slang words. When he was talking out loud, he would hold the card up so the others knew what slang word he was attempting to use. When texting, he would put quotation marks around the word. It was adorable, in Virgil’s humble opinion.

Then there was Roman. Princey was known for his dramatic flair and Disney references. When he was feeling especially Extra™ , he would use “thees” and “thys” and call people peasants. He also had a love for nicknames. Patton had very few personal nicknames, with most of them being terms of endearment like “honey” and “amor.” Most of Logan’s nicknames pertained to him being a nerd, such as “pocket protector” and “Microsoft Nerd.” He seemed to have a limitless number of nicknames for Virgil, with most of them referencing his emo-aesthetic (how Princey had discovered that so early in their friendship, Virgil had no clue). He never repeated Virgil’s nicknames; the only exception was “storm cloud,” which he tended to use at least once every conversation.

Virgil had become extremely close with the trio over these three weeks. That wasn’t the only thing he did, just the thing he did most often. The Dark Sides had finalized their contract with Thomas, who set up a tour almost immediately. Virgil really should have seen that coming. Their band had become extremely popular over the past few years, and they had only done one tour before this. Performing across the country would help boost their popularity even further. Virgil sighed, his anxiety spiking at just the thought of seeing all those faces in the crowd. That was why he used the persona Anxiety. Anxiety wasn’t afraid of anything, he was fear. Being Anxiety allowed Virgil to be confident and suave without worrying about judgment. They judged Anxiety, not Virgil. The case was similar for Janus and Remus. Deceit was elegant and mysterious, while Duke was loud and over-the-top. They didn’t have to be rejects wanting to fit in with society. No, they were Rockstars. Society wanted to fit in with them. And Virgil was just fine with that.

Bzzz

Vigil glanced over at his phone. He was in Los Angelas right now, around halfway through his tour, which put him 3 hours behind his new friends. He glanced over at his clock, 9:45 PM glaring at him through the dark. He turned back to his phone. Why are they up at 12:45 in the morning? I know Logan keeps them on a rigid sleep schedule.

P- (9:45 PM) Ro? Are you still up?

V- (9:45 PM) Pat, why are you still up?

P- (9:45 PM) Why are you still up, kiddo? It’s almost 1 AM! Don’t you have a hangout with your friends today?

Virgil sighed, thinking of the concert he had tomorrow. He glanced over to his sketchbook. Patton had been really impressed with his sketches, so he had been practicing less gory drawings to show him. It had evolved into something almost therapeutic. Knowing how he worked, Virgil would probably sketch until around 2 in the morning, then sleep until 8 AM. The concert wasn’t until 7 PM, so he had enough time to sleep in if necessary.

V- (9:46 PM) First of all, you know I’m in California right now. It’s 9:46 for me. Second of all, we’re not hanging out until tomorrow night, so I can sleep in if needed. Third of all, you’re avoiding the question: What are you and Roman doing up at 1 in the morning? I thought you guys had work in the morning.

P- (9:47 PM) We do. Roman got a burst of inspiration at around 10, and he usually refuses to sleep until he writes it all down. He probably fell asleep at his desk, that silly billy!

V- (9:47 PM) That doesn’t explain why you’re still awake. And why didn’t you get up to check on him? I thought you guys lived together.

P- (9:47 PM) We do! I just couldn’t fall asleep tonight. And the bed’s too warm to get up!

V- (9:48 PM) Well, Princey’s probably being a “sleeping beauty”

Virgil frowned at his phone. Patton hadn’t responded to his text. Sure, that wasn’t a very good pun, but it was still a pun. Patton laughed at every pun he saw, or at least followed it up with another pun. He could be asleep, but didn’t he just say that he had trouble sleeping?

V- (9:50 PM) Pat?

P- (9:50 PM) Yeah, Kiddo?

V- (9:50 PM) Are you okay?

V- (9:52 PM) Patton?

V- (9:52 PM) I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Just because you didn’t answer my pun doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with you. I’m sorry that I sounded like an asshole.

P- (9:52 PM) No, Sweety. It’s fine! It’s nice to know that someone cares about you!

P- (9:53 PM) I’m just a little sad today.

V- (9:53 PM) Do you wanna talk about it?

P- (9:54 PM) I’m fine, Kiddo! This just happens sometimes. No need to worry!

Virgil sighed, thinking about how much Patton reminded him of Janus. Janus grew up neglected, and was taught to convince everyone that his life was perfect. By the time Virgil had met him, Janus was 19 and a compulsive liar. Virgil wasn’t much better, having just gotten kicked out of the foster system. Virgil lived with Janus (and soon Remus) until The Dark Sides had enough income for Virgil to live on his own (technically Janus had more than enough money for that- his parents were loaded. But Virgil wanted to have something that he earned. He wasn’t just some charity case). When they first lived together, Virgil could never tell what Janus was actually thinking. It took a lot of time and trust to separate Janus from Deceit. Now, he was still heavily sarcastic, and he tended to close himself off when he got upset, but Janus had come a long way.

Virgil looked back to his phone. Patton didn’t seem to have it as bad as Janus did, but you could never tell. At least he acknowledged that he wasn’t okay. There is the chance that something really is bothering him, but Virgil had to trust Patton on that note. It is entirely possible that Patton is just feeling down today; God knows how many times Virgil would question why he should get out of bed. He bit his lip. What helps me when I feel sad for no reason? He smiled, remembering when Remus would spout the most obscene things to distract himself from his own negative thinking. A distraction.

V- (9:56 PM) Did you know that giraffes can clean their ears with their own tongues?

P- (9:56 PM) What?

V- (9:56 PM) “Rhythm” is the longest word in the English language that doesn’t have a vowel.

V- (9:56 PM) Elephants are the only mammals that cannot jump.

P- (9:57 PM) More like Elecan’t!

V- (9:57 PM) Haha :)

V- (9:57 PM) Without food coloring, Coca Cola would be green.

V- (9:57 PM) A 3-year-old boy was elected as mayor in Dorset, Minnesota

P- (9:58 PM) No way!

V- (9:58 PM) Yes way! His name was James Tufts.

V- (9:58 PM) 7 different dogs have been elected as mayors in the US.

P- (9:58 PM) I love dogs! They’re such good boys!

Virgil smiled, adding Loves Dogs to his mental list of Quirky things I like about Patton Morale. They continued to talk about dog mayors for a while until Patton ended it abruptly.

P- (10:14 PM) Why are you doing this?

V- (10:14 PM) Doing what?

P- (10:15 PM) Why are you going out of your way to try and cheer me up? You should’ve stopped talking to me 20 minutes ago. Instead, we’re laying here at 1 AM talking about dog mayors! I would have been fine on my own. Why are you wasting your time on me?

V- (10:16 PM) Pat, if you tell me that I’m wasting my time talking to you, I’m going to have to physically fight you. You are my FRIEND. I care about you. When you’re sad, I WANT to cheer you up. When you’re happy, I WANT to laugh along to your punny jokes. Because I know, at the end of the day, if I was sad and needed someone to cheer me up, you would do it in a heartbeat. You, Lo, and Princey are amazing people, and my time spent with you will NEVER be a waste. I swear.

Virgil sighed, dropping his phone on the bed. He might’ve been too forward with that last text. But it was true. While the four of them weren’t nearly as close as Virgil was with Janus and Remus, he still cared about them a lot.

P- (10:18 PM) Thanks, Virgil. That really means a lot to me

P- (10:18 PM) I’m gonna try and get some sleep now

V- (10:18 PM) Alright Patton, Goodnight

P- (10:18 PM) Goodnight

The next day, Virgil saw a postcard in the window of a gift shop. It had a puppy with sunglasses on the beach, with cartoonish letters saying “Having A WonderFUR Time!” He took a picture and sent it to Princey.

V- (1:08 PM) What’s your address or PO? I wanna send this to Patton.

R- (1:09 PM) Say no more, Hot Topic!

V- (1:09 PM) Aw, you think I’m hot.

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lightofcordonia · 4 years

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Choices Survey Result

DiamonTag List: @flyawayboo @indiacater @ownworldresident @ntennis37 @frstlvlys @vitanithepure @lahelaa @my-name-is-lumien @tayab12 @maxholke @lovestruck-sapphic-choices @moonagxdaydream @commander-mshenko @mal-volaris @kingliamrys @perrytheplatypusgirl-main @rekishiteki @freakibanana @yaushie @everythingchoices @frappageno @augustandvanessa @donutsgirl36 @save-the-sky @griffinsabina @hellsredsky @nitblida @junggoku @imaginequeen @temptress-of-death-and-desire @amym30

Y’all I am so sorry for taking so long to gather the results. The free responses took up majority of the time so I hope y’all enjoy!

Also I am so sorry for not putting Sol as a LI for Across the Void. I guess my eyes missed him when I looked at the Choices Wiki page or it wasn’t listed! That was the only LI that I missed and that was brought to my attention. I hope that he was the only ones that I missed!

If you want me to make another survey, I’ll gladly do so and if you want, you could suggest questions that I could add if I do another survey!

Now onto to the Results! (Just click on the picture for a clearer view)

Total Responses: 370

Female: 90.2 % - 330 responses

Male: 5.5% - 20 responses

Non-Binary: .6% - 2 responses

Agender: .3% - 1 response

Genderqueer: .3%- 1 response

No and I won’t: 26.4% - 97 responses

Yes, $61 and up: 23.6% - 87 responses

No but I wanted too: 15.8% - 58 responses

Yes, $10 and below: 13% - 48 responses

Yes, $21-$40: 7.3% - 27 responses

Yes, $11-$20: 7.1% - 26 responses

Yes, $41-$60: 4.3% - 16 responses

As soon as it came out (2016): 33.2% - 122 responses

2017: 28.1% - 103 responses

2018: 23.2% - 85 responses

2019: 13.6% - 50 responses

2020: 1.9% - 7 responses

18-25: 60.3% - 222 responses

Under 18: 23.6% - 87 responses

26-40: 14.9% - 55 responses

41-50: 0.8% - 3 responses

50+: 0.3% - 1 responses

Female: 73.9% - 272 responses

I switch in between gender: 17.9% - 66 responses

Male: 8.2% - 30

Fantasy: 31.7% - 116 responses

Romance: 18.6% - 68 responses

Adventure: 15.3% - 56 responses

Horror: 12.3% - 45 responses

Mystery: 10.7% - 39 responses

Historical: 10.7% - 39 responses

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For some reason, certain book title didn’t show up beside their bar that’s why certain bars do not have titles beside them. (TCTF, THBM, AME, ROD, Witness, It Lives Series)

At the top it’s the Freshman/Sophmore/Junior/Senior Series

TCTF Series: 71.5% - 263 responses

THBM: 76.4% - 281 responses

AME: 75.5% - 278 responses

ROD: 76.9% - 283 responses

Witness: 68.5% - 252 responses

It Lives Series: 77.7% - 286 responses

TCTF Series: 43.2% - 159 responses

THBM: 18.8% - 69 responses

AME: 7.1% - 26 responses

ROD: 35.1% - 129 responses

Witness: 1.6% - 6 responses

It Lives Series: 54.6% - 201 responses

TCTF Series: 3.6% - 13 responses

THBM: 5.8% - 21 responses

AME: 21.4% - 78 responses

ROD: 11% - 40 responses

Witness: 34% - 124 responses

It Lives Series: 2.7% - 10 responses

TCTF Series: 71.5% - 263 responses

THBM: 76.4% - 281 responses

AME: 75.5% - 278 responses

ROD: 76.9% - 283 responses

Witness: 21.1% - 71 responses

It Lives Series: 18.5% - 62 responses

TCTF Series: 7.3% - 25 responses

THBM: 3.8% - 13 responses

AME: 15.7% - 54 responses

ROD: 18.9% - 65 responses

Witness: 7.6% - 26 responses

It Lives Series: 7% - 24 responses

TCTF Series: 10% - 35 responses

THBM: 19.8% - 69 responses

AME: 3.4% - 12 responses

ROD: 11.7% - 41 responses

Witness: 0.9% - 3 responses

It Lives Series: 17.8% - 62 responses

TCTF Series: 24.2% - 88 responses

THBM: 4.1% - 15 responses

AME: 4.1% - 15 responses

ROD: 26.6% - 97 responses

Witness: 3.6% - 13 responses

It Lives Series: 29.7% - 108 responses

TCTF Series: 6.6% - 24 responses

THBM: 8.3% - 30 responses

AME: 1.1% - 4 responses

ROD: 31.7% - 115 responses

Witness: 1.1% - 4 responses

It Lives Series: 51.8% - 188 responses

The top 5 is...

TRR/TRH

BOLAS

Endless Summer

Open Heart

Bloodbound Series

Free Response Questions

Disclaimer: I will do the majority/popular answers. Around 1/4 of people skipped this portion (or responded with n/a) so there wouldn’t be as much popular answers like the multiple/checkbox choices.

Overall Favorite LI’s

1. Ethan Ramsey: 42 answers

2. Kamilah Sayeed: 31 answers

3. Tyril Starfury: 21 answers

4. Jake McKenzie: 21 answers

5. Liam Rys: 19 answers

6. Damien Nazario: 17 answers

7. Bryce Lahela: 16 answers

8. Ernest Sinclair: 15 answers

9. Marc Antony: 12 answers

10. Tom Sato: 12 answers

Best Villan/Antagonist

1. Rheya Apostolous: 51 answers

2. Azura: 35 answers

3. Everett O’Rourke: 35 answers

4. Gauis Augustine: 27 answers

5. Mr. Red: 22 answers

6. Josephine Vance: 15 answers

7. Marc Antony: 14 answers

8. Kane: 14 answers

9. Renza Fiero: 12 answers

10: Guy Ledford: 10 answers

Which LI did you spent the most diamonds on?

1. Ethan Ramsey: 56 answers

2. Liam Rys: 35 answers

3. Kamilah Sayeed: 30 answers

4:. Jake McKenzie: 30 answers

5. Beckett Harrington: 17 answers

6. Drake Walker: 16 answers

7. Damien Nazario: 15 answers

8. Ernest Sinclair: 15 answers

9. Tyril Starfury: 13 answers

10. Raleigh Carrera: 11 answers

If you could romance a any character who is NOT an LI, who would it be?

My personal favorite:

1. Olivia Nevrakis: 54 answers

2. Aurora Emery: 33 answers

3. Noah Marshall: 26 answers

4. Sienna Trinh: 23 answers

5. Gauis Augustine: 12 answers

6. Dan Pierce: 10 answers

7. Aerin Valleros: 9 answers

8. Michelle Nguyen: 9 answers

9. Julian Castillo: 9 answers

10. Harper Emery: 6 answers

Book with the worst/unsatisfying ending

1. Across the Void: 50 answers

2. Nightbound: 46 answers

3. Endless Summer: 31 answers

4. The Elementalist: 22 answers

5. The Royal Masquerade: 19 answers

6. Platinum: 16 answers

7. Baby Bump: 16 answers

8. Bloodbound: 14 answers

9. Hero: 13 answers

10. Most Wanted: 10 answers

Book with the best ending

1. Endless Summer: 63 answers

2. Bloodbound: 53 answers

3. Mother of the Year: 48 answers

4. The Crown and the Flame: 38 answers

5. Desire and Decorum: 23 answers

6. Perfect Match: 22 answers

7. It Lives Series: 21 answers

8. The Royal Romance Series: 16 answers

9. A Courtesan Of Rome: 9 answers

10. The Heist: Monaco: 9 answers

Any annoyance about choices?

Disclaimer: These are annoyance that the participant of the survey have about Choices. I may or may not express the same annoyance, I am only showing results. If you don’t agree with some of these, please be respectful about it. People have their own opinions. If you feel like I missed a couple, fill free to inform me!

I had many many answers and some are long paragraphs so I couldn’t display the results like how I did with the rest of the open responses.

This response included many of the things that other people had wrote about when they referred to the books. From bland love interest to paywalled female LI. I have to add that MANY wrote about their distaste for Witness’s diamond option inside a diamond option. (Y’all really dragged that book through the mud and I couldn’t agree more).

Personal Favorite

Book wise the majority also criticize....

-Forced white male LI

-The lack of POC characters

-Diamond choices are expensive

- There are integral information about a plot or character that would required players to spend diamonds to learn about.

-Resources are being recycled (faces, hairstyle)

-Fan favorite books would end to quickly or the sequels are put off

-Certain books are genderlock

But when it comes to the app in itself....

-The timer for keys are too long

-PB tends to listen to a certain demographic rather than the majority

-The 2 keys limit are to little

-There is a need for more diamonds to be obtained without paying

-Cash grab books (and you could definitely tell which ones are which)

Although, some participants finds the fandom as an annoyance. Most people who gave that as an answer didn’t leave an explanation but one. Personally, I’ve never had a distaste to this fandom before but this response put me in a new perspective. I have to say that it could be controversial to some so if you somehow know who this person is, please don’t attack them in anyway. You could voice your opinion but please do so RESPECTFULLY.

As for myself, I’ve been on both ends of romancing the favored LI and the not-so favored LI. So needless to say, I am staying out of this debate. I won’t voice my opinion cause I could go on a tangent and y’all aren’t here for that. I only put this response in because it’s interesting and from what I’ve seen, it’s an unpopular opinion within this fandom.

The Elementalists Winter Past: 25.8% - 98 answers

Bloodbound: Dark Solstice: 19.6% - 72 answers

Haven’t played any of them: 14.7% - 54 answers

None of them: 11.7% - 43 answers

Desire and Decorum: Fire and Winter: 10.1% - 37 answers

The Royal Holiday: 9.8% - 36 answers

All of the Freshman side stories: 8.4% - 31 answers

#playchoices survey #bloodbound #open heart #bolas #the elementalists #playchoices #platinum #desire and decorum #it lives series #mother of the year #choices stories you play #the royal heir #the royal romance #the freshmen series #the crown and the flame #nightbound

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sunsetfanfics · 4 years

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random prompts:

- person A w/ person B who is famous, A reading a fanfic ab B when B's character does sumn meam/stupid, A going "that was a dick move" B getting concerned

The snow coated the ground like powdered sugar

The temperature dropping significantly, making me wish I followed his advice and put on another jacket

The snow crunching under my feet reminding me I hadn't had breakfast that morning

-I'm a local and you seem like you're lost and hey you're cute even more motivation (or reversed)

-Turkey Hill visit @ 2am

-Early morning tickles

-Tea/Hot chocolate/Coffee on a cold, snowy morning

it was one of those evenings where the conversation took more tangents than a rushed english essay

with an air of nonchalance

1. “Don’t you dare.”

2. “Get under the covers.”

3. “You look cold.”

4. “Run.”

5. “Party time.”

6. “Stop being so crabby.”

7. “What is that thing?”

8. “Oh my god!”

9. “Cover that up!”

10. “I can never unsee that.”

11. “I like that.”

12. “Are you high?”

13. “That doesn’t mean jack squat.”

14. “That’s it. We’re cursed.”

15. “Go on. Tell me.”

16. “You walked away, not me.”

17. “I need to leave.”

18. “You need to leave. Right now.”

19. “You left me there.”

20. “I’m fucking stuck!”

21. “Don’t laugh. Do. Not. Laugh. This is not funny.”

22. “Delete that. Now.”

23. “Game’s over.”

24. “It’s not coming off!”

25. “You spilt that everywhere. Who has to pick that up? Me.”

26. “I left it all for you!”

27. “I left my life behind all for you!”

28. “I love you, you asshole.”

29. “Y-you love me?”

30. “Well, there is a first for everything.”

31. “Please don’t leave me.

32. “I don’t want to go.”

33. “She was crying, right in the middle of the gas station.”

34.“Blood. Blood everywhere.”

35. “What is that?”

36. “That’s so gross.”

37. “Give me ten bucks, I’ll explain later.”

38. “And BOOM! There they were.”

39. “They just popped out!”

40. “I thought I was alone!”

41. “That was an accident…”

42. “I swear it was like that when I found it!”

43. “I swear to god if you touch me…”

44. “Not me.”

45. “We are leaving. Now.”

46. “That isn’t appropiate.”

47. “D-don’t do that with your lips.”

48. “That’s distracting.”

49. “Eww, don’t do that!”

50. “My eyes are covered.”

51. “Hold my hand, bitch.”

52. “You little shit!”

53. “Is that my food?! You ate my food?!”

54. “Sit down.”

55. “Listen up.”

56. “That is not your problem.”

57. “You have no idea what I do for you.”

58. “Walk away! Do it!”

59. “If you step out that door I am never taking you back!”

60. “Oh, do that again.”

61. “Oh yes.”

62. "Don’t force me.“

63. “Is that sass I hear?”

64. “Don’t touch me.”

65. “Baby, come back.”

66. “But I love you!”

67. “But I hate you!”

68. “Suck my nonexistent dick!”

69. “Ooh, that’s gotta hurt.”

70. “Look, a distraction!”

•“Are you asleep?” “Not anymore.”

•“What if I don’t get better? What if I am broken?”

•“That is going to leave a really nasty scar.”

•“Nothing could go wrong, you said. Well guess what? Everything has gone wrong!”

•“Quick, I think the baby is coming!”

•“You made me breakfast in bed? What did you do this time?”

•“I trusted you.”

•“I don’t… I don’t feel good.”

•“Come any closer and I will hit you with this book. I swear to God!”

•“Where did you put your blankie this time.”

•“Can you check for monsters under the bed?”

•“You broke my heart.”

•“Hey, are you alright?”

•“Do I look alright to you?”

•“That best not be the last of the milk… Oh you bastard.”

•“One little shoe. Two little shoes. All ready to go out.”

•“I’ll handle this.”

•“Stay behind me.”

•“If you hurt them…”

•“Get away from them!”

•“Don’t come any closer!”

•“I’m with you to the end.”

•“I’ll carry you if I have to!”

•“They don’t deserve you.”

•“I’ll always be here for you.”

•“Tell me who did this to you.”

•“I just want to keep you safe.”

•“Get your hands off my ____.”

•“I won’t let them near you again.”

•“I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

•“You’re safe with me, I’ll protect you.”

•“Don’t you touch a hair on their head!”

•“You touch them again and I’ll kill you!”

•“You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

•“They thought they could get away with this?”

•“It’s over. They’re not going to hurt you again.”

• “Tell me or I’ll rip it from your mind.”

• “No. Smiling this early in the morning is unnatural and disgusting.”

• “I didn’t understand the warmth of you until I couldn’t have it.”

• “Don’t get all sappy with me. You know I can’t let a girl cry on her own.”

• “You’re a massive fucking douche, you know that?”

• “This pathetic little self-pity part you got going on isn’t going to keep me away.”

• “You aren’t the only one with scars, you know.”

• “I had given up, but you came into my life and I brought myself back.”

• “I thought that nothing could harm me when I was by your side, but I was wrong.”

• “I just want to scream.”

• “I’m falling apart.”

• “I feel like there’s no one to save me.”

• “I guess I got used to you numbing all the pain.”

• “I let my guard down for you, only for you to break it completely!”

• “I could escape when I was with you…”

• “I’m not drunk! I’m sober and that’s the problem.”

• “I never said it would last forever.”

• “I will fight for you until my heart is black and blue.”

• “We’re gonna make it to the other side.”

• “I’m not giving up on you, do you hear me? Even when I’m down to my last breath—I swear it.”

• “I’m not giving up on you, so you can’t give up on me.”

• “I have every right to be selfish with you”

• “Grab my hand!”

• “You can’t even really see me, can you?”

• “I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”

• “There’s never been a moment that you were forgotten.”

• “I am screaming at you; please, please, please—why can’t you hear me?”

• “I’ll be your armor.”

• “Rely on me, come to me—let me be here for you.”

• “You keep lying to me.”

• “Is this just a stupid little game to you?”

• “Love is complex and overrated.”

• “Rot in hell.”

• “I’m usually not this desperate.”

• “It’ll be very easy to lose yourself in him/her.”

• “You are my sunshine.”

• “Do you know how happy you make me?”

• “Please, don’t take him/her away from me.”

• “I dreamt that, for the first time, you held my hand and every bad little thing just sort of fell away.”

• “I almost started to believe you.”

• “Lean on me.”

• “If you have a nightmare, we’ll just dance on the bed until the sun rises.”

• “I see the bones in your closet, I see them. But that won’t keep me from hanging stuff in there anyway.”

• “I’ll be here even when you lose your head.”

• “I will love you for infinity.”

• “I lose control when you touch me.”

• “You’re the reason I believe in soulmates.”

• “I’m a madman for your kisses.”

• “…so don’t tell me it’s impossible when I am living proof!”

• “My soul aches for yours.”

• “You were filling these holes since the day you were born.”

•“How exactly are you qualified to ____?” “Who said anything about being qualified?”

•“Remember when you said you’d kill for me?” “I️ never said that.”

•“What happened to you?” “You don’t wanna know.“

•“Fuck you!” “When? Where?”

•“I️ have nothing to say to you.”

•“Go away.” “No, not until I️ know you’re okay.”

•“What are you doing here?” “I don’t know.”

•“You should’ve left me when you had the chance.”

•“You’re hot when you’re angry.” “Then I️ must be smoking.”

•“What did I️ do?” “You shouldn’t have to ask.”

•“What’s wrong with you?” “So many things.”

•“I️ just don’t know what to do with you.”

•“I️ hope it was worth it.”

•“I️ hope you’re happy.”

•“I️ still wish you the best.”

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cyberdva · 4 years

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coffee boy- s.h. x reader (drabble)

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Summary: When Steve Harrington begins working at a small coffee shop after his trials at Scoops Ahoy Y/n can’t help but to notice how forgetful he really is. Will prying deeper into the subject help figure out why he is grown to be like this? Or will it ruin their relationship?

Upload Date: 12/4/19

Word Count: 2.2k (Sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: None

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‘That will be a dollar fifty.’ My hand softly glided over the cash register in front of me. Business was slow today. My co-worker, Steve wasn’t doing much help around the shop. Mostly cleaning the windows over and over again.

He was new to this place, only working here for around a month. He’s really forgetful, leaves notes all around the store, he makes good coffee none the less. The woman behind the counter quickly handed her money to me and I threw it in the register.

The lady went to the other side of the store near Steve, most likely Steve is going to “flirt” with her and mess up. It’s happened many times before, I feel bad, but it’s kind of pathetic.

While I bent down to look for some black coffee grounds I could audible hear Steve go on some tangent about how pretty the girl was. I tuned it out, during the little time I’ve known Steve I’ve hinted at liking him, but he never picks it up.

He is extremely forgetful, he has told me so many bizarre stories about fighting monsters and being friends with countless children. He forgets my name sometimes, so I don’t even believe him for the most part. Maybe too many blows to the head.

When I was halfway done with the beverage the lady come strutting to the counter, a look of disgust and slight confusion. Steve didn’t even look at me when I glanced at him, his hands continued to clean the tables. My heart ached. I felt bad, for him and the girl, customers are only interested in their morning coffee. I pushed down the lid on the cup, after I made sure it was secure I handed it to the lady.

‘Thank you! Have a nice day!’ I put on my best ‘costumer service’ voice and she nods in response and bolted out of the store. Steve sat in one of the multicolored booths in the back, upset.

I feel really bad for him, he told me about his fiasco with Nancy Wheeler and I contemplated going over to sit with him, no one is in the shop in the meantime.

I went over to him, his hands were buried in his face. What should I do? I panicked and just sat down across from him. I grasped his attention and he looked back up at me.

‘Hey, you ok?’ I tilted my head, I wanted to act as calm as possible, so I didn’t somehow upset him. I hope I don’t upset him. Am I prying too much?

Steve’s eyes met mine and he shook his head no, he looked like he was going to cry. He looked so upset and torn. I don’t think I know the full story.

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Flashback (2 Months Prior)

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I slowly walked down the street on my way to work. I dreaded going every day, my last co-worker quit from the stress of it all and I have been handling the business alone, with absolutely no help.

I had received a message from my boss a couple days ago alerting me that someone new has been hired and it’s my job to train them. At this point, I’d rather not, but new company on the job sounds quite inviting.

Once I had arrived, I made sure to clean off the counters, tables and prep new coffee and biscuits. It was 8:15 and the new employee was already late. Another hour rolled around and a handful of customers came in for the morning rush. I wasn’t prepared, as usual, I thought I would have some help today.

Around 1:45 pm a lengthy man stumbled into the store with a paper in his hand. He was wearing an odd multi-colored vest and his hair, well his hair was huge. I was taken aback by it, in all honestly.

He ran up to the counter, ‘Are you Y/N?’ He was completely out of breath. Was this the guy I have to work with? When I took a closer look at him I saw he had a spiral of notes spilling out of his pocket. He had a small pocket notebook with an assortment of different quotes on them in his other pocket. I mean in closer inspection he isn’t that bad looking, but he was late. First impressions do count, most of the time.

‘Hi, I’m Y/N, how can I help you?’ I began to twirl the pen in my hand to cure my boredom. A loud tapping noise cut the man out of his thoughts.

He slid a paper over to me, “I’m Steve Harrington, I’m supposed to start working here. I was told you were here to help me learn the ropes.” He smiled and I could almost feel my heart melt. I’m not one for cliché meetings, love, and stuff like that, but there’s something about this guy. I’m probably still aggravated about him being late. Yeah, that’s it. I lifted my eyebrow at him, does he not know that he’s late?

“You do know you’re almost 6 hours late to your shift.” He looked at me with utter confusion. What is wrong with this guy? He looks at some writing on his hand and then back at me.

“What do you mean? I thought I was on time.” A customer waltzed in before I could respond. I told him to give me a minute and scurried off to complete the order. It was an easy black coffee, surprising for so late in the day. I gave the man his order and he left a tip. I walked back to Steve who was still poised by the counter. The ringing tick-tock of the three clocks surrounding me didn’t help the raging headache I was battling.

“Steve, that’s your name, right? That’s what my boss said.” I waved my hand around as I spoke, a folded post-it note from Steve in my hand.

He nodded, “Yeah that’s me. Ya-know I’m really sorry about being late. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“Just make sure to be on time tomorrow.”

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I dashed to his side, Steve isn’t really as expressive as this usually. His head hung low. His back arched onto the table. He knew he was going to have to clean it later.

“What’s the matter, dude?” I pulled over a chair, “I notice you haven't been yourself lately.” He stifled a laugh.

“I can’t remember anything. I have this friend Rodney. Wait no, that’s not right. Rory? Nope. See! I can’t even figure out a simple name Y/N! I hit my head so many times.”

”That explains a lot of things. Even back to when we first met. Now can you elaborate on the head-smashing bit.”

“So before I came here, me and a bunch of kids fought this really big monster, what was it called? Oh right! A Demogorgon and I got thrown around a lot, literally.”

“What in the hell is a Demogorgon. You really hit your head hard.”

“It’s a long story.” he sighed.

“Like you could even remember it.”

“Shut up.”

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Part 2? Send me an ask if you’re interested :)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve Harrington headcannon #stranger things #steve x reader #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic

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bettycooperthefirst · 5 years

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If You’re Looking For a Sign

Betty is supposed to go on a blind date, but when he doesn't show, a stranger steps in in his place. (Ship: Bughead)

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Betty didn’t even want to go on the blind date that Veronica had been prepping her for all week. The dating world wasn’t worth it- she was sick and tired of kissing so many frogs and she was starting to think there was no prince. If she had to sit through another meal where some pretentious man took over the conversation to discuss his social climb up the work ladder or go off on a tangent about how he was a sensitive painter- if she had to suffer through another date where the grown adult sitting across from her treated her like a piece of meat- she might just walk out of the restaurant and never date again. It seemed like that was what the universe wanted. All signs were pointing to Betty never finding a good guy.

But Ronnie had been raving about this guy for weeks now, so Betty had sighed and put on a nice skirt, made her hair look presentable and applied some pink lipstick. She would give it one last shot and so help her god, if this one was a dud, she would probably lose her mind.

Walking up to the Italian restaurant where they were supposed to meet, she smiled at the hostess, trying to convince herself that it would be a good situation. Smiling releases endorphins to make you actually happy. I am happy right now.

She was a few minutes early and decided to sit down at a table and wait there. She had the guys number, so she sent him a quick message to let him know and took a look at the drink menu.

“Water?” A waiter appeared next to her and she nodded and thanked him as he poured her a glass. “Waiting on someone?”

Betty looked at her watch. 6:00 sharp. “He should be here any minute.” The waiter nodded in understanding. But he wasn’t there any minute. He wasn’t there 20 minutes later and he wasn’t responding to her texts, but Betty had ordered a lemonade and knew deep down, somewhere in the pit of her stomach, that if she paid for it and left, she’d walk out the door and emotionally close herself off. The last straw in a long line of crappy dates and crappy guys. She felt her chest tightening as she ran through her head the possible reasons he was late.

Stuck in traffic. It is a Friday night- traffic is busy, parking can be rough.

Maybe his car wouldn’t start- but then why didn’t he let her know? The excuses poured in as the clock ticked ahead.

A family emergency.

A personal emergency.

A veterinary emergency.

The couple one table over had eaten their meal and were starting to glance her way. Betty could see it in their eyes that they felt bad for her, this girl sitting alone in a nice restaurant, clearly waiting for someone, having glanced at the door so many times. A group of college aged girls were glancing her way too. Betty had graduated a year ago herself, but these girls looked younger. She saw one girl, all strawberry blonde curls and dark eye makeup, look at her and then talk to her friend and laugh. The girl she spoke to turned around, blatantly looking in Betty’s direction.

Betty could imagine the conversation. Don’t look now but there’s a girl over there who has clearly been stood up. Pathetic. No don’t look now, she’ll know we’re talking about her!

Betty felt a spiral coming on. Her fingers curled into her palm, the way they unconsciously did anytime her anxiety kicked in. She had decided that this date would work out if the universe wanted it to. Well obviously the universe wanted her to sit alone in Vivaldi’s on a Thursday night. Betty looked at the empty chair across from her.

If you’re looking for a sign this is it.

Betty started to look around for her waiter when someone suddenly dropped into the seat that had been empty moments before. He had dark, messy hair and smiled at her like he knew her.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart. Got caught up in traffic and then couldn’t find parking. I hope I didn’t worry you.” He gave her a sincere look of apology, taking off his jacket and putting it over the back of the chair.

She blinked back at him in surprise. “Excuse me?”

The boy opened his eyes a little bit wider, looking at her like he needed her to understand something, as he continued. “Making you wait on me like that. So rude. Can you forgive me?”

Betty had seen pictures of the guy she was supposed to be meeting tonight. He had red hair, an all American type. This wasn’t him. So who was this boy across from her, still smiling at her, waiting for a response?

She only had a split second to process all of this make a decision.

“That’s okay.” She said carefully. “I forgive you.”

The boy across from her broke into a bigger smile and Betty felt the eyes of the girls from the other table fade off of her and find something else to talk about. The couple one table over ordered their dessert, seemingly moving on from their glances in Betty’s direction. She let out a small sigh of relief as her fingers stretched back out from her palm.

The boy continued to smile. “Saw you sitting here the last 20 minutes and got worried.”

“People were staring at me. Those girls at that back table were whispering.” She nodded to where the girls had just received their second round of drinks.

The boy- Jughead- nodded.

“I went to school with them. They feed off of drama like succubus. It’s nothing personal.” He gave her a small smile and she noticed that his eyes smiled too- a calming blue sky to contrast his dark forest of hair. “Still sucks though.” He added. “You don’t have to tell me why you’re here alone. Just wanted to relieve some of the pressure of it.”

For whatever reason, she decided to just tell him the truth. “I was stood up.”

“Really?” His face showed no indication of what he thought of this.

“I didn’t even want to come, but I did, and he didn’t even show. Another failed attempt to be a person in this world.” She didn’t know why she was saying this, she didn’t owe him any explanation and she definitely didn’t need to detail her overall life situation. But there was something about the way his eyes crinkled a little bit when he smiled, the stray curl of hair falling in front of his eyes, his easygoing smile, that made her feel comfortable with him, like he wasn’t going to judge her at all.

“Well it sounds to me like this guy blew it big time. How could be possibly stand up…” he trailed off, waiting for her to fill in the blank, and she realized that she hadn’t even introduced herself.

“Betty. Betty Cooper.”

“Jughead Jones, at your service.” The side of his mouth quirked up in a half smile and he nodded in joking deference. Cute. Her mind noted this against her better judgement.

“Well Jughead, thanks for stepping in, but you can get back to whatever it was you were doing before my pity party distracted you.”

He held up three fingers and ticked them down as he spoke.

“Three things. One: I didn’t come over here out of pity, I came over here because I’ve sat where you’re sitting. Empathy, not pity. Two: I wasn’t doing anything of any importance. Three: Aren’t you hungry?”

Betty had eaten a light lunch, knowing she’d be getting a nice dinner tonight. Her stomach had let out a few soft growls already.

“Yeah. I am.”

There was that smile again. Infectious. “Good thing we’re at a restaurant.”

Betty ran through her options in her mind. She could get up and go home, scrounge through her fridge to find something edible. Or she could stay here, with this person she knew nothing about, and eat dinner at the restaurant that had been the one thing she’d been looking forward to tonight.

“Yes. We are.”

Her waiter showed up at that moment and before Betty could say another word, Jughead was speaking again.

“A bottle of your finest wine, sir.” He announced with a dramatic flair that made Betty giggle.

The server just eyed Jughead suspiciously.

“Okay. Two glasses of your cheapest wine, please?” Jughead tried again.

The server nodded and turned to Betty. “Are you ready to order?”

She’d had twenty minutes to think about what she wanted to eat. She looked at the boy across from her, surprised at the twist the night had taken. Turning back to the server, she ordered her dinner.

“Okay. Fall Out Boy or Panic! At the Disco?” Jughead said 45 minutes later.

“In middle school, Fall Out Boy. 100%.” Betty had eaten all of her food and downed her glass of wine. She felt like she was in a different universe than she had been in and hour ago when she sat down. She and Jughead talked so easily- she’d never been so quickly comfortable with someone in her life. They’d somehow skipped the basics- job, education- and covered topics such as salad v. soup (Jughead argued that soup was the only option), an embarrassing date story of Jughead’s (“to even the playing field”) and a lengthy discussion of Brooklyn 99, before somehow landing on the topic of music they used to listen to between the ages of 12-16.

“Favorite Fall Out Boy song?” He asked this like it was the most serious matter he’d ever encountered.

“Sugar We’re Goin Down.”

Jughead nodded. “Acceptable.”

“And your favorite song in middle school was…?”

“Mr. Brightside. Still one of my favorites now.”

Betty raised her eyebrows. “Do you sit in your room and brood about girls who don’t like you while you listen to it?” She said this knowing full well that she loved the song herself.

Jughead groaned and put his hand over his chest.

“That hurt.”

Betty laughed, and glanced down at her phone. Veronica was calling her, for the second time in 10 minutes.

“I should answer this.”

“No worries.” He picked up the dessert menu. How does he still have room after the amount of food he just ate?

Betty walked over to entry way of the restaurant where it was a bit quieter and answered the call.

“V?”

Veronicas voice was laced with concern. “Betty, where are you?”

Betty sighed. “I’m at the restaurant. Your golden boy never showed.”

“What are you talking about? Which restaurant are you at?”

“Vivaldi’s.”

“Which Vivaldi’s?”

“The one on 2nd.” Betty said this carefully, afraid she already knew where this was going.

Veronica let out a loaded sigh.

“Archie went to the one on Brady St. He waited there for you for a full half hour.”

“I texted him.” Betty remembered. “He didn’t answer.”

Veronica rattled off Archie’s number, and Betty checked to find that she’d put it into her phone 1 digit off.

“I’m sorry Betty.” Veronica said. “I sent it to you wrong, and now you’ve sat at that restaurant alone for an hour. Archie went home but I can let him know about the mix up. Call him, I’m sure he’d still like to meet up with you.”

“Actually V,” Betty paused, looking back at the table to see Jughead looking over the dessert menu. “I had the best night I’ve had in a long time, even without a date.”

“Alone in a fancy restaurant?”

She watched as Jughead furrowed his brow, looking at the cake page. “With a really great guy who sat down with me when Archie didn’t show.”

As she finished her call with Veronica and made her way back to her chair, she realized that she might have gone on a fantastic date tonight after all. But did Jughead think of this as a date? Or was this just a new friendship to him?

As she sat down across from him, she wasn’t sure how to find out.

“Everything alright?”

“EVerything’s great.” She suddenly felt some nerves pooling back in her chest.

Jughead continued.

“So I’m thinking the tiramisu. What do you think?”

“I’d get tiramisu too.”

Jughead shook a stray curl of hair out of his face and smiled. “It’s the best isn’t it?”

The waiter that Betty had had all night approached their table with a look of irritation on his face. He gave Jughead a pointed look as he said “Can I interest you in dessert?”

“I’m going for some tiramisu, please.” Jughead said it cheerfully, ignoring the look on the other boys face.

“Are you alright?” Betty said cautiously. The waiters demeanor had been going downhill over the past hour and she wasn’t sure why.

“Oh I’m fine.” He plastered on a clearly false grin. “We’re just a little short staffed tonight. A guy went on break an hour ago never clocked back in.” He shot daggers at Jughead, who just smiled in return.

“That’s unfortunate.” Jughead said. “I’m sure he’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“Jughead.” The waiter sighed, as Betty put the pieces together. “C’mon man, I gave you your hour, but Toni’s gonna be back soon and when she finds you sitting out here instead of working she’s going to lose her mind.”

“Wait a minute.” Betty interrupted. “You work here?”

Jughead nodded.

“And you’re supposed to be working right now?”

“It’s fine, it’s a slow night.” Looking around the room, Betty could see that this was true. “And Sweet Pea here is my best friend in the world so I cut him a deal.”

Sweet Pea snorted. “A shitty deal.”

“Calm down. You’re serving us and one other table. Well worth my night’s pay.”

“I don’t get much pay if you don’t clock back in.” The waiter- Sweet Pea- shot back.

Betty was even more confused. “You gave up your nights pay so that you could come sit with me? What if I had told you to screw off?”

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t.”

“You know, he doesn’t do shit like this.” Sweet Pea said suddenly, turning to put his full attention on Betty.

“Sweet Pea-“ Jughead tried to cut in, but Sweet Pea put his hand in front of the other boys face and continued.

“He has never missed a shift, never shown up late, never played around. But you came in here and sat down and it was like an alarm went off in his head.” He mimicked an alarm sound. “Pretty girl pretty girl pretty girl.”

“Are you trying to embarrass me?” Jughead whisper shouted at his friend.

“Yes. I am.” Sweet Pea delivered the words directly to Jughead before turning back to Betty. “This guy has been moaning and groaning for weeks about how the world is crap and then you walk in and he tells me this is it. This is the last chance he’s taking and if the universe-“ Sweet Pea threw his hands in the air at this “he loves talking about the frickin universe- doesn’t want it, then it won’t let it happen. Apparently the universe wanted it, but I need to confirm that with you because our boss is going to be back any minute and this loser is about to lose his job if he doesn’t get back to work. So fuck the universe, do you like my lame ass friend?”

She looked at Jughead, the boy who she’d only known for an hour, who apparently thought about the same things she did, who made her laugh, who’s smile made her feel warm inside.

As she looked at him, that smile quirked up on one side of his mouth. If you’re looking for a sign, this is it.

“Yeah. I like him.”

The smile increased. “I like you too.” “Adorable.” Betty heard Sweet Pea say. “Now I will pay for your meal if you’ll just exchange numbers and make him come back to work.”

#bughead #bughead fic #bughead fanfiction #riverdale #riverdale fic #bughead au #betty cooper #jughead jones #my writing

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Murder! Rhetorically Speaking

The Murder:

On June 6th, 2010, Mark Smith, a cyber security engineer at SmartLock Technology, was found dead, at around 10:37PM that night, in the company’s parking garage. After many missed calls, Rachel Smith, Mark’s wife, decided to call Mark’s bestfriend and co-worker, Scott Anderson. Anderson reported to Mrs. Smith that he had last seen Mark when he clocked out at 5:30 that evening. Mrs. Smith, now worried, phoned the police as it was now 10:15PM, and Mark had never worked that late before. The 911 operator then dispatched the patrol unit nearest to Mark’s office at around 10:30 that night, and when the officers arrived on-scene they found Mark’s lifeless body surrounded by a pool of blood, coming from what looked to be about a dozen stab wounds. The two officers then requested back-up, and proceeded to secure the area. By the time I arrived at the parking garage, it was 11:28PM, and there were about three patrol cars there, six officers in total, and the coroner was en route to our location. The victim was lying on his front side, his right arm stretched above his head, and while his left arm lay limp at his side. Visibley, there were multiple stab wounds to the victim’s back, as well as bruising and lacerations covering the victim’s hands. It was quite obvious that the victim had been attacked from behind, struggled with his assailant, and eventually endured the many stab wounds he died from. After the coroner arrived, he determined the victim’s time of death to be at about 9:45 that night, and that he had about 9 stab wounds in total, 7 to the back, and two to the victim’s abdominal area, most likely obtained during the struggle. The items found on the victim included his wallet (still containing his money and driver’s license), his company ID card, the keys to his Audi, and a smaller loose key found in his front pocket. The victim’s body was transported to the city morgue at around 12:45 in the morning, and the forensic unit continued to collect additional evidence until about 1:23AM. At approximately 1:40AM, I was the last to leave the scene after releasing 2 of the 3 patrol units, leaving one behind to surveil the area until another unit could relive them.

Getting In Touch With Your Inner Detective:

1. My report begins with discussing the who, what, where, when and how the body came to be discovered, and ends with me leaving the crime scene and who was watching it when I left.

2. I found myself adding the details that are usually included in crime shows because I watch a ton of those, and I didn’t include the tedious details, like the names of each officer on the scene or who went to inform Mrs. Smith and at what time she was notified. I find these details tedious because they don’t really center around the victim himself.

3. I used language that is primarily used in true-crime podcasts and other shows where law-enforcement reports are read. They are usually formal, but also straight to the point.

4. I used a candid and direct tone in my description of the crime scene.

5. I organized my information into the order that it was discovered.

6. Again, I watch way too many crime shows, and listen to way too many podcasts about true crime. Therefore, I just mirrored the character that law-enforcement is often depicted as in those.

Coroner’s Report:

At about 10:45PM on 06/06/10, the coroner on duty, (Dr. Martin Weisman, myself) was requested at the parking garage on Roosevelt, connected to the SmartLock facility. I arrived at around 11:45 PM, and proceeded to record any initial findings about the body (i.e., its appearance, temperature, etc), and determined the time of death to be at approximately 9:45 that night (06/06/10). After transporting the body back to the morgue, I performed a full autopsy and discovered 9 stab wounds, as well as contusions on the victim’s chest, as well as bruising on the victim’s face and hands- most likely from falling to the ground. The victim’s hands were also covered in small lacerations, concentrated around his knuckles, which is consistent with patterns of struggle, insinuating that the victim was trying to fight back. Although the victim had 9 stab wounds, the cause of death for Mark Smith was ultimately exsanguination (blood loss). The fatal stab wound occured to the lateral, right anterior side of the victim, which lacerated the victim’s right coronary artery. After the victim died, rigor mortis began to take effect, and was in its beginning stages when I arrived, which is why the victim’s approximate time of death is 9:45 PM, but could have occured in a window of about 9 p.m. to 10 p.m. There are no visible signs of scarring or tattoos on the body. The body of Mark Smith is currently located here, at the Hillside Morgue, and is being kept in freezer 29B.

Eulogy:

Mark Smith was a wonderful husband to wife, Rachel, and father to daughters, Isabel and Sage. Mark was one of the most talented engineers at SmartLock and helped the company soar to new levels of greatness, earning it one of the best reputations in the field. As a kid Mark would always talk about how his biggest dream in life was to be a dad- and thanks to Rachel I am happy to say that Mark fulfilled that dream. We aren’t always guaranteed the longest life, but I know for Mark living a full life was more important to him. Mark was a smart man, an honest man, but most importantly he was a good man. I hope that we will all remember Mark as the man he was and the life he strived to live. Isabel and Sage, please know that dad is always looking over you, and Rachel- Mark will always be by your side. May he rest in peace.

Closing argument:

Thank you, Your Honor, and members of the jury for being so patient these last few weeks as we try to bring justice to Mark Smith’s wife and two daughters. As you all know, Mark Smith was blackmailed by the defendant, threatening the lives of his family if he did not comply with the plan. On June 6th, 2010, Mark Smith was to re-enter SmartLock after all other employees had gone home for the day. In the security logs, please note Exhibit A, we can see that Mr. Smith unlocked the door to his office at around 7:30 that night. According to the plan the defendant had outlined for Mr. Smith in an email, Exhibit B, he was to transfer all secure shares of the new cyber currency, “Compu-coin” into the unmarked, off-shore that the defendant had secured. Such protected files within the company required intensive work, especially if it were to go undetected- which is why the defendant, CEO of SmartLock itself, blackmailed his top technical engineer into doing so. Now, members of the jury, I want you to look over there at the tiny, sweet face’s of Mark Smith’s daughters as I continue to what happened next. Ladies and gentleman of the jury, the defendant knew that a man like Mark Smith would not have been able to keep a secret like this- which is why he had his computer bugged to show him exactly what Mark was doing on his computer. While transferring the cyber currency, Mark was able to purposely make what seemed like a minor mistake with one of the accounts, as it is one of the warning signs that the cyber division of the FBI watches for. An small error like this would have ensured that the transfer was investigated. Sadly, the defendant, John Conway watched as Mark did this, from a remote location. After Mark finished, he walked to his car, and probably ran, quite frankly, because he thought he had just lifted the price from his wife and kids’ heads. What he didn’t realize, though, was that he had just put a price on his own. The defendant slipped out from a darkened corner of the parking garage and proceeded to stab Mark Smith- his employee, the father to Isabel and Sage and husband of Rachel, nine times. Nine times. I wonder what it was he said to you, John, as he was gasping for his last breath. Was he begging you to stop? Did he ask for mercy? The truth is, ladies and gentlemen, is that we will never know what those final words were. In fact, we will never hear any words again from Mark Smith- the defendant, John Conway made sure of that. I am asking you today to serve the justice that Mark fought so hard to obtain. If not for Mark, then for his family that must live the rest of their lives knowing what this monster did to their dad. I am urging you all to come back with a verdict of guilty. Thank you.

Discussion:

1. I found the closing argument to be the easiest to write because it is essentially all about emotion and writing things in way that stirs your audience. I personally find the structure of a courtroom argument to be quiet poetic, so I have a certain appreciation for this kind of writing.

2. I thought the coroner report to be the most difficult because I found myself pausing to think of more medical terms and trying to remember what the anatomical names for the positions of the body were and it just made the whole process of writing the report slower.

3. The rhetorical situation of academic writing is the prompt or assignment in which you are responding to because this is supposed to be the springboard for whatever analysis or prose is expected of you, as a student and such. The audience is always going to be others involved in academia, whether that be other students, professors or those just interested in the topic. For most academic writing, the tone should always be direct on some level, but I don’t think there should be a universal tone for this genre, as that would defeat the purpose of considering all parts to the piece and not just the one. For academic writing, the jargon is usually formal words that don’t repeat (so using a Thesaurus a lot would help). Anything essential to the central idea will most likely be included, but unnecessary tangents that people often talk about when they speak will probably be excluded from an academic paper.

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well today was pretty good, best day in a while. I woke up at like, 8:20 with my alarm set for 8:45 and knew I wasn’t going to fall back asleep now that I had this knowledge so I just laid in bed and waited for my alarm to go off and then got up lol. I definitely packed like 4 different snacks in my purse, just because I felt like it was good to have them on hand for today (I ended up eating two of them). It was WAY TOO FUCKING COLD today, like 44, so I had to wear my fucking winter coat and it was awful and Chicago I’m so mad at you about this because it’s late May dammit I shouldn't have to still be putting up with this bullshit. I felt bad for the kids on the baseball/softball fields the bus passes that were already out there playing at 9 am when it was so cold. I do distinctly have memories of playing soccer in the snow, it was the end of the season and they had to get the games in, I legit had my winter coat on with my jersey over it, and it was legit snowing while we were playing. I can’t say it was really a negative memory though, because pretty much all my like, actual childhood memories of playing soccer were happy because I loved it so much, it was only once the breathing issues set in when I was 12 did they start becoming awful, frustrating and heartbreaking memories because I still loved it so much but I couldn’t do it now, and I felt so inadequate that I legit burst into tears on several occasions.....but then I found theatre and things were much happier again, so we can walk back that little tangent a little. But yeah, I took the bus to the train, I had to wait 11 minutes for the next train and it was fucking cold, I only had my coat, not my scarf or gloves or hat because IT’S MAY and I was freezing. But we got to church, a few minutes late but no big deal, I ended up sitting a little farther back than usual but it’s all good. I remembered upon arriving that small group sign ups opened up at 8 am this morning, and they fill up super fast, so I was bad and went on my phone discreetly during the service to make sure I could get a spot in the Young Adults/20s and 30s Singles small group. You’re supposed to be able to commit to 75% of the meetings before signing up, which I can’t technically do at this point because idk what’ll be happening in my life in July, but I know one of the leaders, she graduated from another law school in the city a few years back so I think I’ll just talk to her and be like as soon as I know if I have to leave I’ll drop out and someone else can have the spot and I’m sure she’ll be cool with it. Great worship as always, the little question they gave to talk to your neighbor for a minute while they transition was “if you could be any superhero who could you be” so I turn to the guy next to me and was like OH BOY, this is my fucking jam haha and we had a short conversation about DC vs Marvel and DCTV, so that was cool. Early in the sermon about the holy spirit my pastor brought up this group called “The Power Team” which I had completely forgot was a thing, but as soon as he said I had suddenly had these super vivid memories of sitting in some room in some church somewhere on Long Island (I had to have been like, 7, so I was little) and just watching these incredibly jacked guys do things like smash bricks with their hands and bend frying pans in half and literally blow up a hot water bottle until it burst, all while saying things like “IT’S THE POWER OF GOD THAT LETS US DO THIS” and that was their whole jam, that we were supposed to believe they could only do these superhuman acts because of God specifically enabling them to do them. I don’t know what was going on in the heads of the adults who were sending kids to this thing all the while knowing it had to be a farce, and that was the point my pastor was making, there’s nothing incredible about a man being able to do an act that he is physically built enough to do, if a normal not jacked guy came up and ripped a phonebook in half (that was another thing they did, my pastor joked “if some of you don’t know what that is, we used to print the internet”) by calling on the holy spirit then that would be something you could actually attribute to God, and how when we don’t believe incredible things in our lives can happen we aren’t realizing the full power of God (or something along those lines, you know what I mean). It got me thinking a bit about growing up in the church and how many kids raised in the church (so called “second generation Christians”) end up straying from the church, and how I felt like I got a bit of a cheat sheet in that area. I remember being in some sunday school class somewhere along the line and they were like “who’s had prayer requests that they’ve had answered by God?” and all the other kids were like “well I won my baseball game!” or “when I had the flu I got better!” and I was just like “well I actually prayed a human being into existence by praying for a little sister for three years until it happened” and I just remember the teacher being like........don’t know how to follow that up lol. Anyway. Service ended and I went to the volunteer lounge for our huddle up, it was the last week with one of the family ministries leaders, so we did a whole little celebration for him which was nice. When I got up to the baby’s room I was alone at first and one of the leaders/my friend came in and was like “oh you’re definitely not supposed to be alone, there were like 3 people signed up” so I did end up getting another person. Things went pretty smoothly overall, we ended up with 6 babies at one point, but ended up having to text the parents of this one little girl who was so adorable but was just not having it, she kept reaching towards the door and yelling “mama, mama!” as she cried and I was like damn, I can’t take this lol but besides that there were no real tears, everyone did pretty well together. There was a super adorable little boy who I’m pretty sure already turned 2 but if they want to keep him with the babies that’s fine with me, he wasn’t really engaging at first but after several attempts he got into it and was having fun. And there was this super cute little 11 month old girl who is the spitting image of her dad, her dad is definitely mixed race and it looks like her mother might be as well (I’m just speculating obviously) but the baby has that like, super adorable darker skin lighter hair and eyes thing going on and gosh, she’s just so damn cute lol. She’s still at the stage where she can’t fully stand up on her own, but will try to find anything she can grab onto to help pull herself up, which can be problematic when she’s grabbing on like, the dirty diaper disposal haha but nothing too bad. There was a 7 month old little girl, and another one who was 19 months, both of whom were pretty calm, and there was the daughter of the couple who recently started heading up family ministries and she’s just the cutest little thing, she’s just got the whole chubby baby thing going on and she gives the best hugs and is so cute. So that went pretty well. After it ended I went back to the blue line train, but then switched over to the red line because I was going to meet Jess at the tattoo place to go with her to get her tattoo, so I did that and then walked down to the place, it was right across the street from the Target I generally go to so I knew where it was. They had bit of a wait so we ended up sitting and talking for a while, which was good because we hadn’t seen each other in like a month so we had a lot of catching up to do. Then her name got called so she was talking with the guy about what she wanted done, and I chatted for a few minutes with another guy about the tattoo situation on me wrist (being that I got a white ink tattoo on it in January 2014 and then in July 2016 broke my wrist and ended up with a giant surgery scar right through my tattoo) and they basically said white ink tattoos are super hard to touch up because of the way the ink reacts to your body and it probably would not come out looking very good, so it'd probably be better to let it fade (they’re supposed to fade out it like 10 years, which I was aware of when I got it because it was another way I could be like “well if I decided I don’t want it anymore I can just let it fade and it’ll be gone” to my parents about it) and then maybe try something else in a different location, so I’m going to think about it, another option would be to get another tattoo on top of the old one, but I feel like that would be difficult to do without adding some color, and the whole point of it being white ink was to not draw attention to it because lawyer and I’m already kind of toeing the line of professionalism with my bright red hair and multiple ear piercings. so we’ll see, I’ll think about it, maybe in a few years when I’m somewhat established in the legal world. But yeah, they printed up Jess’ thing and made a stencil, and we came back and did the tattoo, during which we talked about Divergent and I was explaining my theory on how the hogwarts houses transfer into the Divergent factions (Amity and Abnegation are both just Hufflepuff, Dauntless is half gryffindor half slytherin, candor is half gryffindor half ravenclaw, and erudite is half ravenclaw half slytherin) (clearly I’ve put a lot of thought into this) as she squeezed my hand and was super brave through the whole thing (I know she doesn’t read these but I hope she knows I’m super proud of her for dealing with a whole lot of shit and making it out the other side still being an awesome human being). So once they finished up we ran over to the Target to get tattoo aftercare supplies, namely Aquaphor (which is apparently like bacitracin, I recognized the name but didn’t know what it actually was) and Dial hand soap, while I needed to pick up some make up removing wipes, and ended up grabbing a really cute pair of shorts because they were really cute and were my size and not made out of polyester and ended up being on sale, so, they were clearly a reasonable purchase. Checked out, I got a sour watermelon icee that I had been wanting to try (I got a super small one and I still couldn’t finish the whole thing without it burning my mouth, lol) and Jess got a passion tea/lemonade from the starbucks. So we then walked over to where she parked, and drove over to my place where she dropped me off and then went to lay in bed for the rest of the night because the seatbelt was like, apparently right on top of where the tattoo was and it was super painful so that sounded like a good plan. I got to my apartment and decided I wanted to make the parmesan noodle soup I made like a week or so ago for dinner which I realize contains like 800 calories in pasta but I don’t really care because it’s really good. So I did that, then waited for the Brooklyn 99 season finale to come on. Can I just say, I’m so proud of this show. I binged seasons one and two in preparation for season three because it was announced that Archie Panjabi was going to be on an episode and I was still hardcore on my Archie Panjabi kick at that point, especially for supporting work she did after she left TGW after being treated so poorly. But I ended up really liking the show so I kept watching, and like, suddenly it was everywhere and everyone was watching it and it was just this super awesome show everybody loved and it made me so happy. Obviously the season finale is a big deal, they really should’ve made it an hour special, but they did just fine in their half hour slot fitting in all the craziness that had to accompany a Jake/Amy wedding. So that made me happy. Once that was over I switched over to Netflix, and finished the episode of the great british baking show masterclass (the masterclass is basically just the two judges making their super awesome versions of what the contestants on the actual show had to make and it’s nuts but also super calming to watch. Once that was over I decided to start episode two of 13 Reasons Why’s second season, I figured I’d intercut watching it with british people baking as to not get too depressed about it. There was definitely a tonal shift in the show from last season to now, partially just because people are constantly dropping f-bombs which very much did not happen last season, and just generally being racier with things. I still have a lot of mixed feelings about the show, and I’m not terribly sure it’s something I want to endorse, but I at least want to watch it so I can make an informed decision on it. And again, I do feel some loyalty to it from having read the book all those years ago. The tone its take is definitely strange, though. The courtroom scenes continue to bother me because again, the defense’s entire case is bullshit inadmissible under rule of evidence 404 character evidence and is basically a victim blaming nightmare and has obviously been super traumatizing for all of the kids who they’ve had testify so far. The whole Jessica/Bryce situation is clearly incredibly volatile, and I very much hope it ends in Bryce having to face up to his crimes. The Alex storyline is interesting, it was an intriguing choice to go with a memory loss plot from his suicide attempt at the end of last season, so I’m interested to see how that’s going to play out. As far as Clay and Hannah and Skye are concerned, very much mixed feelings as well. Clay is of course clearly suffering from trauma and likely needs a mental health intervention, and not just because he’s quite literally seeing ghosts. Something about how they wrote Skye in this last episode kind of got under my skin, just that they’re going for the whole ~insecure artsy girl~ thing and I realize that’s most likely because I recognize the similarities of her with my own life and though I’m doing much better overall I do definitely still hate parts of me and that’s very much one of them. But yeah, it was a lot, so after that I watched two british baking episodes before starting to get ready for bed. It’s just past 1:30 am and I don’t have to be up for anything tomorrow, but I don’t want to waste the entire day sleeping in, so I’m going to call it a night here. Goodnight loves. Hope you have a kickass Monday.

#daily journal #May 2018 #tw: 13 reasons why #tw: suidice

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9 January 2021

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9 January 2021.

11:03 AM.

Okay, so in the last blog post, for 8 January 2021, I left alot of cliff-hangers.

Firstly, I didn’t quite finish the Thought Leader idea.

Secondly, I didn’t quite finish the Philosophy is Dumb and What is Philosophy ideas.

But before we get into either of those, I’m going to go on another tangent (as I do), because I just commented on someone’s Reddit post, and it seems relevant, so I want to post my response here. I’ll post the screenshots below.

This was the Reddit post. It was posted in the CircleJerk sub-Reddit. Obviously, it’s a joke. A sarcastic joke. But I took this sarcastic joke as an opportunity to express a real solution to some of our problems. Here it is:

Stop taking EXTREME and ABSOLUTE positions on COMPLEX topics.

“All Cops Are Bastards”? Obviously, this is not true. There are many police officers out there who simply want to use their elevated power to protect their communities from agents of chaos who wish harm upon innocent people. These cops do indeed exist.

Not all cops are bastards. Some of them? Yes. Most of them? Maybe, I don’t know. All of them? Certainly not.

Taking extreme and absolute positions on complex topics is a recipe for disaster. It’s a childish and immature and lazy way to approach the world. We can do better than this.

And I just want to mention, because I can see the trolls licking their lips. Yes, the question was a sarcastic joke, and my answer was a serious statement. I am fully aware. 🤡

11:29 AM.

Okay, now, let’s get back to the Thought Leader stuff, because that’s important.

The importance of Thought Leaders, and what it takes to be one.

Let’s define Thought Leader again, but in a different way this time. A Thought Leader could be compared to an “Influencer”. When Serena Williams or LeBron James or Coryn Rivera or Steph Curry or Lindsey Vonn or Michael Phelps endorse a brand such as Nike or Adidas or Puma or whatever... these brands gain an elevated reputation. “LeBron James wears Nike sneakers? Damn! Nike must make good sneakers!” And so Nike sales increase.

Jordan Peterson, for better or worse (I’m still undecided about him, though I do think that he’s genuinely a good guy and has a good heart, despite his viewpoints), is a Thought Leader. When Jordan Peterson says Marxism is on the rise, this is dangerous, we need to take this seriously and rebel against it... literally thousands of people will begin distributing his message online and IRL (in real life). Jordan Peterson quite literally has a microphone which broadcasts directly into thousands of people’s ears. (Well, not literally literally, but you get my point.) This is, in some sense, the definition of a Thought Leader.

In some sense, I’m already a Thought Leader. Many of the ideas I express are unusual, esoteric, not mainstream. But my reach isn’t very big, so I’m not leading many people.

11:45 AM.

So now that we’ve defined Thought Leader (again), let’s discuss why I want to be a Thought Leader (or at least grow as a Thought Leader), and what train of thought I actually want to lead.

In the last blog post, I mentioned Peace and Love. This is foundational. This is where it begins. If we don’t exercise Peace and Love, we cannot even really engage in conversation. The only reason I can honestly and freely engage in conversation with you is because we are at peace. If we were at war, this would not be possible.

Now, of course, just like everything else, Peace is a spectrum. At the high end of the Peace Spectrum, even arguments cease to exist. Individual beings simply express themselves and everyone who is listening simply listens. In such a circumstance, this being is expressing their truth, and everyone is listening with open minds, open hearts, without judgment. This is sort of... an idealistic scenario.

But this “idealistic scenario” isn’t necessarily what we need right now, because humanity does indeed have some complex problems which need solving, and simply opening our hearts to everyone’s subjective truth isn’t necessarily going to solve those problems. Instead, we must share our ideas, experiment with those ideas, find the best ideas, and act on them. In other words, we must share our ideas and then debate those ideas, in order to find the best idea.

Problems arise when ego interferes. People become attached to their ideas. They want credit. They want to be the savior of the world. People become so attached to their ideas that they ignore better ideas. This is why I like the Philosophy of Infinity and the practice of Infinite Openmindedness.

Recognize that your pet idea is just one idea in a sea of infinite ideas, and it isn’t necessarily the best idea. Recognize that you might be wrong. Recognize that other people have lived complex lives, likely (more or less) as complex as yours; and other people are capable of intelligence, just like you; and other people are smart, sometimes smarter than you. Recognize that a Competitive and Free Market of Ideas will create an environment where the best ideas rise to the top, breeding better ideas. If we can all enter the Chamber of Debate, and leave our egos at the door, we will discover the greatest truths by merging our individual minds into a smarter collective mind.

So, to summarize, Absolute Peace is the eventual goal, but Peaceful Debate is what’s needed now.

Peaceful Debate means that we respect each other’s life experiences, we respect each other’s viewpoints, we live and let live, we don’t violently attack or insult other groups simply because they disagree with us.

“If you disagree with me, that’s fine. You can live on your land, and I’ll live on mine. We will go on with our lives, in peace. I won’t blow you up or shoot you down, and you won’t do so to me either. Yes, we may disagree, but we won’t raid each other’s homes and destroy each other’s families... simply because we disagree.” This is a more evolved standpoint.

12:03 PM.

We need a collective purpose, a collective goal. Humanity is a train-wreck right now. America, and her ideals, has been a global leader for decades, and now America is a clusterfuck.

Too many things get lost in translation between countries. Too many people and corporations are “beating the competition” rather than “working together to find the best solutions”. Too many people are power-hungry and egoic and not seeing the bigger picture. Too many people are afraid and confused and fearful of death; and when people are afraid and confused, they sometimes act defensively and violently.

Too many people are overwhelmed by the constant bombardment of media and information, much of which is not only pointless but is also damaging to one’s peace of mind. Too few people have taken the time to meditate and contemplate deeply the true nature of the universe.

Too many people are without mentors, without guidance. Too many people have so many questions, but no one to answer them.

This is why I want to be a Thought Leader. The world needs guidance, direction, stability, understanding, structure, philosophy, wisdom. But there doesn’t seem to be enough people distributing these things.

Wisdom hasn’t gone mainstream yet.

And will it ever go mainstream? This question has literally been debated for thousands of years. Ancient philosophers have written, including those who authored The Kybalion, that “the Truth is reserved for the brave few” and “the masses will never know the Truth” (or something along those lines).

But I’m an idealist. I disagree. I say: “Why not?” Why can’t we have the world we desire?

“But, Juvoci, you said” (in the last blog post) “that some people desire war!”

Yes, I did. But the desire for war is, in my estimation, a more superficial desire than the desire for peace.

I believe that, deep down, EVERYONE simply desires PEACE and HAPPINESS.

And those who pursue war, only do so because, deep down, they believe it will lead to PEACE and HAPPINESS.

In other words, people who wage war believe that war is the only option, the last resort, our only chance, for a peaceful world.

Of course, this is not the case, and is in fact completely wrong, completely opposite of the truth. This is the definition of evil, of devilry.

War only leads to more war.

When you wage war against someone, a grudge is formed. When you destroy a culture, destroy a family, destroy a people, they don’t forget, they get angry, they get depressed, and they label you “the devil”, they slowly and quietly rebuild their power, and then they come back to bite you.

And then you may say: “But what if you eradicate them completely so that they cannot ever return?” Sure, but then your people will remember what you did to those people. “Remember what our empire did to those people we destroyed? That was kind of messed up.” And then there is a deep collective regret in the population which must eventually be repented and made-up-for, lest the society be eaten alive from within by its own shame and guilt of its own violent history. And the cycle continues...

Just like, in your own personal life, you cannot purify, you cannot cleanse your soul, until you’ve repented for the evil you’ve done. Until then, your soul, your spirit, is broken, shattered, split.

The neuroticisms of a culture, a society, a nation, seep into the hearts of its citizens, and destroy it from within.

The most powerful thing that a leader can grant... is peace. Not dominance, not power, not wealth... peace.

But then there are the questions: What of that evil which lurks in the shadows? How do we defend against it? If we focus only on peace, won’t we be blind-sided by a secretive malevolent faction? If we focus only on peace, we won’t fund our militaries, and then we will be vulnerable to evil forces, right?

And this is true. Although I wish this were not the case, I cannot deny it. If we don’t keep our guard up, to some extent, then evil could once again overcome us.

Just as the sage must constantly remind herself of the Truth, society must remind itself of Evil. History repeats itself, so remember history.

So what does this mean for military funding?

On a material level, it means two things.

Firstly, we must prioritize defense over offense. Don’t develop military technology for the sake of attacking and conquering. Develop military technology for the sake of protecting.

Secondly, we must redefine our enemy. America’s enemy is not Russia or China. China’s enemy is not America or Japan. Australia’s enemy is not Russia or North Korea. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...

No, Humanity’s enemy is Chaos, Insanity. Humanity’s enemy is Ignorance, Violence, Immaturity, Ego. This is how we must redefine our enemy.

But let’s bring this, once again, to a spiritual level, a metaphysical level, to a level beyond materiality.

Ultimately, we are talking about FEAR. “What if Evil grows stronger while the rest of us are focusing on Peace? What if we detract from military funding and leave ourselves vulnerable and get destroyed by an evil faction? What if? What if? What if...?”

These are questions of fear.

FAITH over FEAR.

This is where my Thought Leadership re-enters.

We must all subscribe to a philosophy of Faith over Fear.

Now, this is easier said than done, obviously. And I’m not trying to claim that I’ve fully succeeded in this realm. I never claimed to be perfect. But it’s the direction I try to move in, and it’s the direction that I’m encouraging you to move in aswell.

What is Faith over Fear?

This is getting into some pretty deep spiritual and metaphysical areas, but I’ll do my best to explain, especially because many people who read this, who haven’t dived deeply into spirituality and metaphysics, might not exactly understand what I’m saying. But I’ll give it a shot.

Faith is a fundamental force of the universe. Now, I’m not talking about Christian Faith or Islamic Faith or Jewish Faith or Buddhist Faith or whatever. No. I’m talking about pure Faith. I’m talking about Faith as a fundamental, pure, force.

In fact, Faith is so fundamental to the Structure of Reality that, at a certain point, it becomes physical, it becomes material, it melds and merges into the physical world. Don’t believe me? Keep meditating.

Faith is the reason you wake up in the morning. Faith is the reason you’re able to walk on solid ground. Faith is what keeps the entire universe in motion. Faith is a fundamental force. We can call this concept FFF or F-Cubed. The fundamental force of faith. Maybe the FFF thing is dumb. I don’t know. Whatever, moving on. Lol. (If you’ve made it this far in the blog, take a moment to breathe and relax and recognize that nothing is like super serious necessarily.)

But, yeah, Faith is super important. Pure faith. You exist because you believe in your existence. Without that fundamental structure of belief (which is another way of saying Faith), your entire being would collapse and disintegrate into a vortex of chaos and structurelessness. Don’t believe me? Well, I wouldn’t recommend experimenting with this concept unless you’re truly a Master of the Mind... because this can be dangerous territory.

So why am I talking about Faith now? Because Faith over Fear. Faith is the antidote to Fear, and Faith is your savior.

Yes, Evil could be out there, plotting your demise. Yes, the Universe could implode suddenly and instantaneously, destroying everything and everyone you’ve ever known. Yes, an asteroid could land on New York City, killing millions. Yes, some rogue country *cough* could drop an atomic bomb and decimate Humanity. Yes, danger, danger, danger, fear, fear, fear, possibilities, possibilities, endless fearful possibilities.

But can’t you see? It goes on and on and on and on and on. The mind can think of infinite reasons to be afraid, to fear evil.

But here’s where Spirituality and Metaphysics swoop in and save the day...

FEAR CREATES EVIL.

Yes, literally, Fear creates Evil. No, even further... Fear is Evil.

As Franklin D. Roosevelt (allegedly) said (I wasn’t there): “We have nothing to fear but Fear itself.” This quote is actually quite wise. Well, it’s, like... almost wise. The only reason it isn’t completely wise is because it implies that we still have to fear something.

But the point is (or at least, the Truth that I see in the quote) that Fear is the enemy. And, from my experience with spirituality, Faith is the antidote to Fear. In other words, when your being is aligned in Faith, your “enemy” ceases to exist, because all is one and all is you and so all is in Faith.

These are pretty deep ideas; and if you don’t understand exactly what I’m saying, don’t worry. Just stick with me, and eventually you will understand.

1:06 PM.

Okay, so, I feel like I’ve kind of beaten that topic to death. Let’s give it a rest for a little while. Let’s get back to that point about Philosophy.

In my last blog post, I said that Philosophy is dumb. But, obviously, I need to elaborate on this, not only because this statement will probably offend some percentage of people, but also because it’s a pretty vague statement.

So, what exactly do I mean? And why exactly am I saying this?

Firstly, let’s define Philosophy. Yesterday, I posted in two sub-Reddits (the Philosophy and AskPhilosophy sub-Reddits) asking the simple question: What is Philosophy?

Both of my posts got banned from those sub-Reddits. This is strange, and doesn’t make any sense to me. If your sub-Reddit is about Philosophy, then one of the most important questions on that sub-Reddit should be... What is Philosophy?

Duh?

But, for some reason, the moderators of those sub-Reddits thought such a question should not be on their sub-Reddits and so they removed it. And now, in my mind, these two sub-Reddits have lost some respect and credibility.

But, whatever, maybe that’s a signal that “What is Philosophy?” is a dumb and unnecessary question.

Perhaps I can define Philosophy simply by explaining why I think parts of it (not all of it) are dumb.

To me, Philosophy becomes dumb when it becomes about using big words, and how many philosophical terms you know, and arguing about the nature of reality, and choosing one side or one philosophy and being an ardent advocate of that one philosophy or opinion or perspective.

These aspects of “the Philosophy world” are dumb to me because they miss the point. Reality is infinite. The universe is infinite. There are infinite perspectives. Everyone’s life is different, and everyone’s unique life experiences lead them to believe certain things about reality.

You might be a staunch Atheist, but if one day you went to sleep and woke up in a garden where Krishna explained to you the metaphysical workings of the universe, and you existed in this garden for thousands of years, exploring the world of spirituality, before finally, eventually, after those thousands of years, returning back into your human body, to this human life... you might have second thoughts about your staunch Atheistic beliefs.

So who are you to say that someone who identifies as Hindu and has had a similar spiritual experience with Krishna is wrong? And likewise, who are they to say that someone who identifies as Atheist and hasn’t had any spiritual experiences, like you (the staunch Atheist)... is wrong?

See? Nobody is wrong. Everyone just has different life experiences.

So, whatever your Philosophy is, it isn’t right or wrong. It’s just one perspective of infinite perspectives.

A lot of philosophy is just preaching. Just rattling off complex names and concepts and big words, just arguing pointlessly about abstractions.

Real Philosophy is about listening. This is, if I am to make a distinction here, the difference between Philosophy and Wisdom. Philosophy literally means love of wisdom. But perhaps Love of Wisdom isn’t always the same as Wisdom itself, in the same way that you may “love” your spouse, but not necessarily treat them well, or know them well.

Arguing with people on Reddit (or any other forum), for example, about why your Philosophy is right... is a pretty deformed version of Philosophy, in my opinion. If you want to grow as a philosopher, if you want to grow more wise, spend more time listening and asking questions, rather than preaching. Then, if someone asks you a question, you can expound your knowledge.

Philosophy has been dubbed “a science” by many individuals and institutions. But one of the problems with modern Science, in my opinion, is over-categorization.

Science creates categories upon categories upon categories, dividing and dividing and dividing. Now, don’t get me wrong, there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with categorization. In fact, there isn’t even anything necessarily wrong with over-categorization.

In some sense, excess categorization is the natural evolution of language and quantifiable knowledge. As our understanding of the world becomes more and more nuanced, we naturally will create more and more terms and thus categories for explaining and identifying it.

The problem arises when we begin identifying with our identifiers. When a scientist or philosopher says “I am a Materialist” or “I am an Existentialist” or “I am a Stoic”, they are missing the point of Philosophy and Science, in my opinion.

This is the problem with Identity. When you identify with one finite piece of an infinite reality, you inherently limit yourself. Better to have as small of an identity as possible, and simply observe reality. To me, this is what Philosophy and Science are truly about. Egoless observation of reality, in the name of Truth.

2:02 PM.

Okay, I’ve been writing on and off for awhile I’m gonna take a break and do something else. Be back later, maybe.

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