#but he surely didn't feel prime the majority of today

[mutantenfisch]

"Father why did you turn on the flash?"

[xviiper-rents-houses]

Actually yeah, can we see platonic headcanons for both Yandere Sonic and Scourge?

sometimes friendship can be equally as terrifying.

Platonic Yandere Scourge and Sonic

For sizzle Anon! Any kind of a relationship with a yandere, platonic or romantic, can be terrifying! I decided to do separate headcanons for each hedgehog, lemme know whatcha think! (I might have even included a bonus! 👀). Also, good to cya back Anon :D Thank you for requesting some more. We definitely do need more platonic yandere content, it's an underrated subject for sure :0

TW: Typical yandere tendencies: obsession, possessiveness, controlling and manipulative behavior. This is talked about in mild detail. This headcanon mentions the following: intent to kill, general violence, violation of boundaries ( by this I mean that you have established that you don't want your privacy invaded but it still is), stalking and overall, disregard for the reader's feelings. I do not condone yandere actions in real life. Do not repeat these characters' actions and seek help if you feel you are.

Reblogs, likes and comments are welcomed! Please enjoy, yandere Sonic and Scourge. Also, I'm so sorry for taking forever, Anon! We all know and love that stinking writer's block, don't we?

Sonic and Scourge are polar opposites; Sonic being the original and Scourge, an evil recolor of the famous hedgehog. However, there is one thing that they can agree on, even if they don't interact with each other as much: you are their best friend. And they'll do anything for a companion such as yourself. Anything.

Scourge was quick when he conquered Moebius. While his sweet ol' papa kept the world at peace, he ignored the major underlying issue that would set Anti-Mobius on its path, forever. His son. Anti-Sonic felt neglected by his father, powerless. All his daddy focused on was ruling the kingdom, keeping "peace," and heaven forbid Anti-Sonic ever went to his dad to talk or spend quality time because all Anti-Sonic ever was to his father was an item, a replacement in case all things went wrong and an example of the King's generosity and "genuine" connection to the people. He had no time to spare for a little child like Anti-Sonic.

So it was no surprise that Scourge became the hedgehog he is today, a byproduct of his father's blatant neglect. He was damn fast with taking over the kingdom his dad worked hard to create, killing the old man and casting him away into a cold casket, just as he cast his son out of the throne room. Deadly karma. Anti-Sonic would work hard to destroy any peace his dad worked to preserve. Anti-Sonic then focused on building himself up, branding from the lame-o' Anti-Sonic to Scourge. A real kicker and big baddie. But Scourge is still so insecure. With no validation from his father, he felt like he had to force it out of everyone he met. But you? When he met you, everything changed. Scourge used the same tactic he used to collect his friends, power and the planet. You flipped his world upside down when you treated him decently. Even fed into his ego. He had to keep you by his side.

Scourge wanted a friend like that to stay with him. Forever. It came to the point when his want was more of a need. Scourge would do anything to keep you. Even if it meant severing the bond and breaking you into submission. So what if you didn't want to be friends with Scourge anymore? Okay, not a problem. For Scourge. As for you, you'll have to come around eventually! Scourge is not bullying you, he's just correcting you, albeit harshly. And he thought that you could see all the sides of a coin! How could you be so heartless? No matter how many times you run from your best friend, (your personal tormentor), Scourge will go to all lengths just to take you back. Including murder, being the top option on a silver platter. (Though he wouldn't dare murder someone so fast because he needs to be known).

Anyone who tried to help you escape from him is marked as a prime punching bag, a brand new sparring toy for Scourge to smack down over and over. Any personal friendships you have, need to be kept a secret from your obsessive, BEST friend, lest he find them and unleash hellfire. Scourge is controlling in the "friendship" you have with him. He fully believes that he is the only friend that you've got and the only one that you actually need. However, Scourge gets to have as many friends as he wants to. His need to be acknowledged overpowers any sense of kindness or genuine respect he has for you. Scourge has to take the majority of the spotlight, only giving you some of it just because he feels like it. Scourge is no companion, he is your captor.

Sonic the renowned hero of Mobius, saving the planet from invasion time and time again. The go-to guy if you're needing someone super fly, ready for the all-time high. He's the fastest hedgehog known all around! Almost everyone knows who he is, like Silver the hedgehog from the future and of course, Rob-of-Hedge from his hidden lands. Sonic's been around to do it all, had his best friends, (and even his girlfriends from the past and present) support him through his journey to heroics and finally, his family. Who are we kiddin'? Sonic's friends are also his family! And he loves his family. He would do anything for his friends and family. Anything.

Don't get him wrong, Sonic's all for a little rough and tumble, especially on his seventeenth birthday where Dr. Eggman surprised him with a robotic attack, but he's seen the dangers of fighting. And what it can do to the people you love the most— his dad, a living robot, his friend, Bunnie D'Coolette and so many more. And you, his best friend, every day get-it-going pal, Sonic doesn't want to see you hurt. You happen to be fighting one of Egghead's newest badnicks? Oh you betcha Sonic's zooming in to take the majority of the punches, fighting your battles for you. And you choose to confront him about it? No, listen, you're wrong. Sonic's trying to protect you—clearly you can't see that! That's fine, really it is, take all the time you need, Sonic doesn't have a limit at all. (Flat out lies, though Sonic hates to admit it).

He is constantly checking in on you, to the point where you don't get to have your own privacy because Sonic's made it a point to set up his sleeping space in your room. His excuse? A forever sleepover. Only the dynamic duo allowed— no additives. You kick him out? Okay, two can play at that game. He'll make sure it's difficult to get into his place because, well, you kicked him out! It's not fair that you did that, really. You're being unkind and just a jerk. Sonic will manipulate you into believing this, just so he can control what you do and how you do it. He will even control which of his friends you interact with, just so he can keep tabs on you. Sonic's not above stalking, even when you point out how uncomfortable it makes you. When it comes to your safety, he does not care if he's being overbearing. Sonic doesn't care if he's limiting you from seeing other people—you're not gonna get hurt, ever.

Sonic's gotta lot of unchecked and uncared for trauma that worms its way into your friendship, ruining it in the process. As mentioned before, he gets into your business when he clearly doesn't need to. Sonic overtime, grows frantic, speedy mind running itself into a tizzy all because you got punched square in the face by an unexpected badnick and Sonic wasn't there to block it. Or the time that you went out for a simple walk because, you felt cramped up inside. He often oversteps the boundaries that you set because, and quite frankly, he doesn't care about how you feel. He cares that he can protect his best friend from the worst things in the world, unknowingly being the exact thing he is fighting against. You're not going to get rid of Sonic anytime soon.

In conclusion, Sonic and Scourge would both be very obsessed over you. They would both be controlling, Sonic out of trying to protect you and Scourge to keep you close to him. Any other friendships that you have are at major risk with either of these hedgehogs in your life because, they will stop at nothing to keep you "safe" and that all your precious attention is on them.

If Sonic and Scourge were to meet up ever again, especially with you in the equation, they would most definitely clash heads. Fights between the two wouldn't be all smiles anymore—lucky you— it's a blood bath. Punches are not held back and using weapons in fights is not out of the question anymore. It's kill or be killed when it comes to your attention. Scourge, as much as he likes the attention he gets from Sonic, will do everything he can to kill Sonic.

Forget Sonic. He's the better hedgehog anyway, so having that blue moronic bastard out the way is a welcomed treat. Scourge doesn't care how many times he has to beat Sonic down to a pulp; he's gonna get you in the end and no one will ever get in the way of your friendship. Sonic will fight to the death if it means that you stay out of whatever hell Scourge is bringing with him. He disregards his heroic nature when it comes to Scourge, leaning in on his ego and experience. Sonic isn't shooting to defeat anymore. He's shooting to kill.

[oddogoblino]

Attempt to write fanfiction, I dont write often so I hope this is good! Also not used to writing/sharing fics I make on tumblurb

Characters: Stickers the Goat (my oc) , Egghog! Shadow & Silver, Egghog!Amy (@themetalvirus 's au characters)

Daisies

It was early morning, the sun carefully rising up to welcome the fresh blue of the morning sky into the world that many were barely waking up in. Though "many" did not include a certain stressed out, dark colored hedgehog and his rather delighted, brightly colored friend. Both awake either due to it being one of their usual routines, and the other because of the event that'd been planned for today. Shadow was much more focused about cleaning himself, their clothes, and this place they'd been using as a home for a while now.

"He's going to be here any minute now!" Both of the early risers had said, Amy with an eagerness in her voice and the latter with an anxious tone, unsure if he was expected to make some sort of snack to offer their guest or not. Why was he so worried about this? Well, the guest in question was actually someone quite bizarre, even strange as some others could say, for one simple fact alone. Their guest was a mobian willing to actually be Shadow and Silver's friend.

Silver, who'd been enjoying sleeping in, woke up due to the ruckus Amy and Shadow's rummaging around made, the sound of Shadow's giant boots especially causing him to stirr. Without needing any demands from his brother though, he went about getting himself ready and primed to go, using his powers to make and levitate some breakfast to himself just in time as a knock had came from the front door. The sound had snapped Shadow out of his cleaning frenzy and took the three hedgehogs' attention over to the barely awake seeming goat that was waiting outside.

"Hey, I forgot to turn on my alarm but no worries, the sun blinded me. Sooo, you two ready to go?" Stickers said casually, gently kicking his foot across the ground as he smiled to the happy Rose that had greeted him. "Hi! Yes, of course they are!! Cmon, cmon, off you all go! Enjoy your walk!! Have fun", Amy excitedly ushered them out as she spoke, the brothers making surprised noises of complaint due to the suddenness of the action.

Before they knew it, they were already outside, the orange and cream colored goat nearly stumbling backwards. By the time their guest caught himself, he was already heading off with an almost unbalanced stride. "Alright then i guess, c'mon! Where we're heading is real nice. I'm sure you two will like it- maybe. Im hoping you will." With that, they'd all began heading out towards one of the forested paths, the sound of their feet traversing the terrain and Sticker's tail wagging in silent excitement being the majority of the only sounds that disrupted the noises the forest made.

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It'd been a couple of minutes now after having heading out, and while they didn't feel tired, they couldn't seem to place down why their rare companion wanted to do this of all things over maybe eating at a cool restaurant. Silver was the first to disrupt the quiet. "So, why did you want to walk out here again? I know we're heading somewhere but we could've gotten you there a lot faster than you, you know, youre pretty slow", the gray hedgehog said in an almost judgemental tone, earning a jab in the side from his darker brother, "ow- hey! I was just asking!"

Stickers's ears flopped up for a second before resting back in their usual position, the fluffy mobian turning to look toward his new friends with a grin. "No big reason really, I just really like seeing how pieces of the world have changed since I've left them. I've been here many times, yet everytime I pass through here the forest always shares something new and wonderful", he hummed a bit, looking around and getting a small skip to his walk, the muffled sound of the contents in his backpack rustling together joining each of his excited movements.

The two squinted their eyes a bit in confusion to the response they'd been given. "Im...sorry- if this comes across as rude but what does that even mean?" Shadow furrowed his brows a bit as he'd spoken, not understanding the weird mystical wizard message the goat gave. Making a small amused face though, Stickers just chuckled as he responded. "Oh, I just like lookin's at stuff. Like those weeds, they're pretty, aren't they?" He'd pointed off to some small wildflowers that were trying to grow out of a mix of grass and tree roots.

It took the two a second to slow down and really stare at the sight, letting Stickers pass them a little, they hadn't even noticed those flowers around before. As they stopped to see the tiny wild flower patch, they began noticing other types of flowers were all around them too, hidden between grass blades and the shadows of trees. All of them were such different colors and sizes. Even the same kinds had something special to it, richer colors or more pastel hues. How long had these all been around them? How many flowers had they torn apart in their father's missions, all without even noticing they were there to begin with?

"Huh...I guess they really are...Yeah, they're nice..", the dark hedgehog said quietly, his awe interrupted by the sound of Silver letting out an excited "ooo" noise. He then noticed his brother's eyes seemed to light up with a feeling he knew he must've had taking over his own face too, wonder. "Yeah! They're real nice. It's hard not to just stop and look at them, buuut- I'll try not to slow you both down to watch. Where we're heading is even nicer anyways", Stickers said, trying to speed up a little and avoid getting too distracted. Despite this, the ex-villains found themselves now walking at the same pace as their traveler companion. With their eyes feelings drawn to finding as many new sights as possible, they couldn't help but be enthralled by the scenery, nature whistling around them softly.

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The rest of their hike was spent with the sheltered mobians asking about some types of plants, Stickers telling them or admitting he doesn't know either, and them enjoying the walk. At some point, it seemed the flowers were getting scarce on their path, only tiny yellow flowers decorating their path. In response, the not-as-fancily dressed wanderer's tail began wagging more as he began trying to run, sometimes jokingly nudging one of the brothers as they all began traveling up the path, encouraging them to join in play until they were all lightheartedly speed walking and shoving each other in unrewarded competition. It was a bit difficult, and they did have moments of panic where one might've shoved their not super-powered friend into the floor or a tree. Regardless though, Stickers would always laugh, scratch away at any dirt at his fur, and rush back to shove whoever had done it and speed off further down their path.

This lasted for a while until suddenly, Stickers had grabbed their hands and practically rolled them off the path a bit, the two nearly going into defense mode on him for this until they quickly noticed the world he'd yanked them into. They'd fallen into a sea of white flowers, the scent of a very subtle version of that classic plant smell hitting them in the rush of falling into them. Stickers rolled himself up into a sitting position and sighed contently, laughing a bit as he saw the confusion on the two's faces.

"What- what are these?" The hedgehogs asked, almost at once as they were in complete shock at the lovely sight they'd landed into, Silver sounding more excited and desperate to know. Happily setting down some cases full of foods and drinks he'd gathered for their trip, the he-goat grinned and gently brushed his hand through some of the flowers around him. "They're daisies! Though on another note, let's eat. We had a long hike and I'm starving!"

As they took in their surroundings, Shadow and Silver pulled themselves up and sat by Stickers, slowly letting themselves relax in the cluster of whites, purples, and yellows as they got their shares of what this strange friend had brought for them to eat. Letting themselves sit still within the daisies, it was hard not to notice why exactly Stickers wanted to bring them here. It was beautiful. The trees, while providing them shade, were spread out to make a clearing that held flowers that soaked in the sun's light, the grass a thriving green, and not too far from it was a nice creek that glistened like it was magical.

Everything worked together to highlight other details, like a painting, perfected from what could've been thousands of years to make this exact image. Silver and Shadow were in awe, just smiling as they enjoyed their meals and took in the melody of the forest around them, every distant animal noise, the rustle of the trees being shaken by the breeze, and every song the wind brushing against the other types of flora brought. It was nice. It was pretty.

Who knew this was all just out of their reach. They began to realize what Amy was trying so hard to protect exactly. They'd never experienced it themselves to fully understand her love before, never thought to find what she saw in things until now. Now they saw that this was what she'd been defending all this time. This is what was worth fighting for, daisies.

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

10 characters/10 fandoms

YESSS THANK YOU @jaynesilver FINALLY MY WIDE READING OF FIC COMES IN HANDYYY

We're gonna go chronologically through my life because I think that's REALLY FUN (I legit couldn't choose a west wing character just know that if there's a secret 11th character is the ensemble cast of the west wing)

Artemis Fowl, Artemis Fowl

My first antihero, and we started YOUNG on that, I was reading these books premiddle school. I was obsessed with these books as a kid, and I'm still obsessed with them today. There's rumors of a third, more adult series when Artemis and Holly may get together and I will EAT THAT SHIT UP I LOVE THEM

2. Vexen, Kingdom Hearts

I Legit think this man primed me to enjoy Hux as a character. Like, I'm not kidding, I was obsessed with him as a kid. I'm 90% certain I wrote deviant art fan fic, but I have since abandoned that account so it's hard to know for sure if it ever got published. I was definitely roll playing at age, like, 13? way too young but god I loved him he was BATSHIT

3. Ianto Jones, Torchwood

Man, I can't really explain how much Ianto Jones as a character, he and Jack's kiss on screen, their relationship, and the events of the 456 changed me? It was DEEP though, I woke up the next day a different person, with much less trust in television writer's and their good intentions.

4. Desmond Miles, Assassin's Creed

We have to jump a few years to mid high school, because no joke I was on that Kingdom Hearts train for a WHILE. I love him, he was probably my first blorbo, before the term was invented. I tried to play the games after (MAJOR SPOILER) but I just couldn't do it. They didn't have the draw without him.

5. Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf

Now we've hit late high school, arguably my second blorbo. As a kid with ADHD, he was no joke valuable representation to me, even if it was sometimes played for laughs. I was also the least athletic kid on multiple sports teams who still tried really hard, so I got him, yknow?

6. Will Graham, Hannibal

It's legit tough for me to chose if I like the Will Graham of the books or the TV show better. (Don't ask me about the movies, I haven't seen them, and I probably won't. Movies and I have trouble. See: ADHD.) I'm not sure if he's a blorbo or just like, a regular character I like? My hannibal phase was my last 8 year ship, so the line is pretty blurred.

Now we've reached the part where I dived into a lot of fandoms at once, because I dropped out of college and kind of did a weird spiral? Idk, we've lost chronology is what I'm saying

7. Artemis Crock, Young Justice

god I cannot say enough good things about her and I also cannot express how much (MAJOR SPOILER) made me mad FOR HER. Like it was cruel specifically to her and we should talk more about that, honestly. She was definitely a blorbo, but we're still PRE blorbo as a word in my vocabulary.

8. Darcy Lewis, MCU

My first real fandom bicycle, I ship her with everyone from Loki to Agent Coulson to Natasha. As someone who often feels like the comic relief character in their own life, I appreciate her.

9. Kent Parson, OMG Check Please

My sweet, sweet disaster son. My emotionally constipated hockey boy. The reason captain america is my SECOND favorite character with a birthday on the Fourth of July. I love him, he was amazing, and also my first experience with like, really toxic fandom was being so mad when people tried to equate his canon mental health issues with a noncanon, imagined abuse?? It was wild, I ended up so distressed about it i did have to leave the fandom.

10. Armitage Hux, Star Wars

I mean you've been on my blog for like ten seconds i think it's obvious?? The others needed explanations but like YOURE HERE YOU KNOW

WAIT I FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE SHIT @sariastrategos @gingersnappish @fallingdeeperintothispit

[writingsofwesteros]

King's Landing Daily

Aemond Targaryen: The Young Dragon steps into the Family Dynasty.

It only took seven years, but KLD have the exclusive to what everyone in Westeros wants- a one on one with the mysterious, enigmatic Aemond Targaryen. The young businessman follows in the footsteps of his father, the late business tycoon Viserys Targaryen, as the new CFO of the dynastic Targaryen Incorporated. He's the youngest Targaryen to ever do so, at just twenty four years old- the corporate landscape hasn't seen someone this ambitious since his Uncle, Daemon Targaryen, whose ruthless acumen was the prime reason why Viserys Targaryen expanded the already powerful, centuries old family company as immortal.

"So, Aemond- now more than ever eyes are on you, how do you feel about stepping into the public eye a bit more as you take up your place at the company?" I ask as he sips his coffee, black, and ponders my question. "I've never been a fan of the excessive attention, it's true." He responds. "But it comes with the territory, and I'd say years spent with my older brother Aegon and sister Daenora have more than prepared me."

If there's one thing that's well known about all the siblings, it's their closeness. It's rare to snap a picture of a Targaryen without another right next to them. "People of course wanna know," I tell him, "Have you got a favourite sibling? You've got four, after all." That questions earns the slightest semblance of a smile on his normally stoic disposition, as he replies, "This one might get me in trouble-" He looks across the room at his sister who came on set with him today, Daenora, and they exchange a knowing smile. "To pick one is too hard, I think- but it'd have to be my sisters Daenora and Helaena. I don't think my brothers would hold it against me, because they'd probably say the same." "How about sports?" I ask him. "I've been fencing since I was about seven." He tells me. "I still fence when I can, but golf, too, with my brothers."

"What's your free time look like? Surely can't spend all your time dominating the boardroom?" Aemond lets out a low chuckle. "If I'm alone, I read a lot, history, mainly- it would've been my major if not business. But when you've got four siblings and a family as big as ours, you don't get that much time alone, so I spend most of it with my brothers and sisters. I'm a homebody, but Aegon and Daenora can't sit still, so we go out a lot, or take trips- admittedly, I do like to travel."

"So, what does the future look like for Aemond Targaryen? Ten years, maybe?" He lets out a low hum before he responds. "Well, I'm not at the top yet- and I won't stop until I'm there." He says. "In ten years, I won't still be the CFO. I won't say too much, yet, but this is only the beginning." "What about your love life? Wife, kids, family? I have to ask, everyone's aching to know," I tell him, and he nods, telling me, "Well, I have a family, a big one. I'd never say never to being a dad, but that's a while away. But that cookie cutter family mould, well- let's just say that's not for me. But then again, Targaryens always do things their own way." There's a faint smile when he says it, says much with little words.

Sorry if it's too long I didn't realise I typed so much lol- also...I raise you- the online reaction to this article????

I ADORE YOU !! YOU ARE NEVER TYPING TOO MUCH !! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

alicenthightower: I am so proud of you !! You are all so grown up xx

AegonT: I am surprised he sat still long enough

Nora: Hmm, there may have been a prize at the end ;)

targnation: bet.

aemondno1: I think we are all moving on too quickly from this FIT! EXCUSE YOU DADDY

thedaemontargaryen: Oh, he's not daddy

bestiey/n: <3 <3

[ms-taurusvenus]

'it's because they don't have the same drive as their fathers. In order to be successful and do well, to win a championship and be memorable (for the right/good reasons) you have to be ruthless.' BINGO!! I think a lot of these new/younger drivers have it easy or have come from easy beginnings and don't have the grit in the gut that it takes to be a WC, it's this energy of 'ah whatever, it is what it is' whereas a lot of these drivers who are WC's (some at least) have had to dig deeper than anyone could have and for most of them this was it, there wasn't $$ to fall back on, to just give it a go and think 'eh that'll be enough for today' and a lot of these WC's have given up everything at times for a title (should there be a balance, yeah but I hope you know what I mean) I think talent can take you to a certain point, a name can get you in the door sure, for some, but it's the inner self, the inner grit that makes a WC or a successful driver that many now just don't have of haven't been able to tap into for whatever reason. Sorry for the long message 🤣

Preach anon!!

Nikita Mazepin, Lance Stroll, Nicholas Latifi, Mick Schumacher, what do they all have in common? Rich families, shitty reputation due to their shit job at driving. It is right in peoples faces that the more money a driver has, the shittier they'll do. Especially if they have connections to the sport (ex, the Piquets).

Lewis and Sebastian, what do they have in common? Both didn't come from families with money and did everything to get into F1 and were ruthless in their prime and are now considered the top 5 greatest in the sport. Lewis dad (Anthony) had 4 jobs to sustain and support him, and look at him - he's considered/is the greatest in the sport. Sebastian family wasn't wealthy either and he's considered one of the greatest & won 4 championships and went to be compared to his idol, Micheal Schumacher and was able to race with/against him (I'm not too sure how he/his family were able to enter F1 in terms of the financial aspect .. if you know please lmk lol).

Again, (besides Max & Nico Rosberg) have you seen a driver with wealthy and connections win a WDC? Or even do well for that matter .. No. They don't care, they're too comfortable, laidback, and lazy. Its cause f they leave a room (a space) they'll always have another room to enter right after.

Legacy drivers ended when Lewis and Seb made their marks on the tracks. From now on, the only drivers who will be the next WDC and be on the grid for that matter will come from wealthy families. Families more ties than any driver with said wealthy family and connections will ever have a WDC.

"He still has time left" blah, blah, blah. Give up, look at Zhou Guanyu, he's done really well and has improved majority from his first season. Yes, he does have connections and his family is wealthy but he doesn't act as if "oh, whatever". They've both spent (almost) the same time inF1, 2 seasons. Zhous doing well while Mick is like .. I'll have another opportunity. Let's stop babying Mick lol, yes hes cute & is a sweetheart but he's a rich grown ass man lol.

Let's start ripping the bandaid off.

(Again, I don't hate Mick and yes I do feel sympathy for him).

[beaversatemygrandma]

I just need to throw something in the void because i have No Idea how to feel about this.

So, if you've seen these void posts, then you know that my mom has absolutely lost it and is selling her house and randomly buying one in a totally different state. The news came to me randomly. She was just "I'm heading up to TN and looking out houses, might buy and sell my house." And I'm just caught incredibly off guard because there was zero forewarning. Anyways, after that whole phone call where i was honestly very shocked and very scared, and having her basically say that I'm moving in with her without really asking what i wanted. And also disregarding my sister who will be left in FL ALONE at college (like what the fuck). Anyways, I told her to CALL ME when she found a house or was on her way back home.

She didn't. For some reason she expects me to call her and then gets mad that i don't call her.

So, i get a notif from facebook saying my mom posted. Apparently she sold her house today for her original lowballing price. Which is first, how you get it to sell immediately to FLIPPERS and airbnb people. Both me and my dad told her to go with like $400k or so which she COULD GET and then get them to talk her down because she was just "gonna sell for 300k" which WHY? You could get half a mil for your house if you wanted to right now. It's near water. Prime location. By a fire station. It's worth MORE. You remodeled the back half. It's worth MORE. It sold at the FIRST showing. For so much less than it was worth. My dad has already commented there that he was telling her to ask for more. Her house is worth MORE. But she's just "You don't know shit. don't tell me what to do." So, I'm assuming, because she Didn't Fucking Call Me, that she bought a house. Like thanks. If you're expecting me to move in with you, communicate?? Tell me about the house?? Tell me what you're doing??

Either way, I've come up with a totally different plan because i was literally just using her as a landing pad to get back to my hometown. I wasn't specifically wanting to move back in with her. I just wanted to GO HOME. New place in TN isn't HOME. THAT house you sold for shit, is HOME. SO. The long-distance bf. He's getting an apartment cleaned out. It's attached to his mom's place and she's only going to charge us like 100-200 a month. It's just a small on bedroom place above the car port. It's spacious for what it is, it just needs MAJOR cleaning because his shit sister left beyond a simple mess. Complete with food trash and dog shit and furniture. This morning he'd been focusing on cleaning the fridge out. Which yeah, she left A LOT in. Like tf. She left something atrocious. Like it's not just a couple days' work. It's a couple weeks. There's even a door that has to be replaced because she took the bedroom and CUT THE DOOR IN HALF and used it specifically for her young daughter. Then proceeded to board up the porch and use that as her bedroom. Which they're just filling with all her shit and locking off from the apartment, because apparently she's got sticky fingers and they don't want her in the apartment stealing our shit when she picks up hers. So, they're opening up the side/back door to use as the main door. Because yeah, that "porch" is a mess and it's barely got a path to get in through anymore.

So yeah, moving in with him. Honestly, it feels like a good option. I know we get along well and he's a lot better with communication than other people I've dealt with, so if we hit any bumps suddenly with cohabitation together, I'm sure we can figure it out fine. And with something that has happened with him (some huge lego set that he was promised after getting a job by his grandparents), I've learned how to get him to leave me alone for hours on end if I need that. Like, I know i can definitely just ask if he hangs out in the bedroom and me living room or vice versa for a bit if we need space, but you know. If it comes to it, i at least have that knowledge. But it seems like a nice place. If we need help, his family is literally on the other side of the wall. There's goats, dogs, and cats on the property. It's like ten minutes out of town in the woods, so it's quiet. And honestly, I've been wanting to have him around like really bad for a good long while now. The plan if my mom hadn't moved, would be staying there and doing the test to see if we could live together by basically spending a couple days together, so we're skipping the testing period. But at least that means i won't have to move my stuff twice, just skipping the middleman and bringing it all there. But my mom is already in her process. So, I'm just going to go straight there once I can. He's already offered to pay the price of getting me there which helps immensely because the only reason I'm not in that town yet is because we haven't had the money. Quite literally, as soon as the repairs on my car are done and he's got the place cleared out, then we're good to go.

I should probably tell my dad he offered to pay that.

ANYWAYS. I should call my mom at some point and tell her my plan because I don't want to go with her and basically get trapped by her again. Ntm because she still also hasn't cut off her nazi ex husband. I basically explained that to my dad and he was just nodding and agreeing. Like he understands exactly why I wouldn't want to just up and move in with her alone.

I should also call my sister and get her that remote job referral. And tell her that she won't be alone in the state and we'd have a couch for her to crash on if she needs a place to stay over school breaks.

I do want to move in with this guy. Really do. But WHY can't my mom return her expectations for me and CALL?? I wanted updates. I told her to give me updates. She did not. I came up with another plan instead of just having the "I'll stay with her for a year or two and then eventually we'll get together." No no no. I'm going right to him. Fuck staying with my mom and getting trapped under her control again.

[heey-i-came-for-memes]

Okay, hear me out

I have a few headcanons about Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

And I will share them with you. Because I can.

Okay. Let's start with a fact that it isn't entirely my headcanon. Because I was largely inspired by one fanfic. I can't share it, because I cannot remember which one it was. Just that the author was Vladarg. So thank (or curse) him.

The duel between Grindelwald and Dumbledore happened on November the 2nd 1945, according to Harry Potter Wiki.

And after that Grindelwald was just imprisoned. Why "just"? Well, Sirius Black was sentenced to Dementor's kiss just for the murder of three wizards and thirteen muggles. And that if we were to count James and Lily. It is obvious that in the War with Grindelwald many more people lost their lives.

So the first part of my headcanon is that it was Dumnledore who made sure for Grindelwald to just be imprisoned. Old feelings and all that.

The second part consists of two parts: one major and one less major. Let's start with the second one.

The Grindelwald (just as Voldemort) is the obvious allegory for Hitler. And in his case it is even more obvious that in Tommy's. Here similar not only the speeches of a superior race, but everything down to the clothes and hair.

So I present to you the idea that Grondelwald worked with Hitler. He did not control him. Because fuck every idea that in any sense makes Hitler less responsible for his crimes.

Then a few facts from canon:

First: Grindelwald knew about the Holocaust. He knew about it twelve (or something like that) years prior. He had the power to stop it. Especially if we remember that Rowling is an idealist (in philosophical sense) and it is her universe.

Second: In "Harry Potter and Half-Blood Prince" it is shown that British Ministry of Magic works with Prime Minister. I don't see why the same logic wouldn't apply to Germany. So even if Grindelwald didn't support Hitler from the get-go, he worked with him after he came to power.

So, my major headcanon sounds like this:

Grindelwald knew about Hitler because of his powers. But they began their semi-official cooperation only after 1933 and it lasted till Hitler's death. Therefore, wizards under Grindelwald also were involved in Germany's position. Including the War time. Including on the Eastern front.

And they were worse than non-wizards there. Because magic gives power, great and horrible at the same time.

Soviet wizards wanted Grindelwald's head.

But Dumbledore dueled him. And kept him alive.

The conclusion? Dumbledore can't come to Soviet Union, because he will be executed immedeately.

That's all for today. Tune in at some other random day for more headcanons

[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Babysitter X Reader Part 2

⚠[Warning: Anxiety, paranoia, stalking, suspicious hiring, and violence and mention of drugging]⚠

Maybe outing yourself to your stalker wasn't the best idea. You couldn't rest at all, the feeling of being watched is too much. After your super cool retreat you hadn't heard any following footsteps only the vulnerability of a silent echoey house.

Your assessment couldn't have been wrong and that's what made it worse. At school you found out he had recently got his classes to match your own; that was your first sign. Peeking in his book when the professor forced him to move from the back to the front: it was a detailed drawing of you but he turned the page and he had listed your habits for boredom. That was sign number 2. And finally appealing to your mother when there was a vast majority of other connections he could be making. You knew how amongst men in the hierarchy she wasn't a first choice. She wasn't exactly in her prime anyway.

On top of that, he rode here in his own vehicle rather than the carriage we sent. Claimed the carriage was held up by his security and mistaken for a threatening force. What on Earth is so threatening about a little old man that drives a wooden carriage?

To settle your frantic fidgeting you went over to your balcony window to lock it but you stopped seeing a makeshift rope on the edge of the balcony fence. Instead of opening it you put on the extra lock and shut the curtains in hopes of blocking out whoever was out there.

You're sure that was the issue; seeing that after you scanned every inch of your room you were able to settle in for the night.

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Blast it all. You were more perceptive that he thought. It wasn't everyday you got access to your soon-to-be wife's house. He was hoping when you'd go to check in your connected bathroom he could sneak in but you noticed his way out and locked him out for good. This wasn't part of the plan but he'd work with it.

He texted his contact, who was no doubt keeping himself occupied, to hold your mother there all throughout the next day. The baron didn't respond until the early hours of the morning saying how he could even keep her busy for three. That will do just fine.

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When you woke up you wanted to spend the whole day in your room but your stomach's craving for (f/b/f) ultimately won. You weren't taking any chances though texting for your mother to call you and arming yourself with a butter knife from yesterday's meal you leave your room. Cautious and quick you make your way to the kitchen, to be greeted by the smell of freshly cooked pancakes.

In a stack on the counter there's another post-it with a message:

Hey, made you some breakfast.

Luv u -Rin❤

You grimaced at the heart, and avoid the pancakes. No drugging me today. You make your desired breakfast and eat it with post haste. Hopefully I can avoid this weirdo if I finish fast.

Your plan went out the window upon arrival of the weirdo himself with a sling-bag in your school's uniform. "Goodmorning (Y/n)." You ignore him finding the table holding your food very interesting.

He looks at the now-cold pancakes. "Awh you didn't eat any of my pancakes! Especially when I made the cute note for you." He pouted but you didn't answer instead opting to finish up your food before heading out.

"Wait for me," he runs up beside you as you try to tune him out, "you're moving fast I mean I know you gotta get to school but I didn't think you'd want to be over an hour early."

Sprinting you keep trying to lose him but he still is running right alongside you. "You know (Y/n) it'd be really bad if you tripped and broke your legs, right?"

Threat or not you had to lose this guy. The school now in view with various teachers also entering you run past them and head for the garden. Locating the winding tree you scale it to jump off a hanging branch onto the roof of the science labs. You scrambled to grab at the pile of lost balls and frisbees before choosing a basketball as your ammo.

Peering over to see your dreaded stalker and babysitter climbing slowly up the tree you aim the ball right at his head. Immediately his head scrunches but he holds his ground only for him to be pelted by dozens of tennis balls. The final blow was a rock making contact with his crotch; he fell on the ground writhing in pain as he was covered in dust and dirt from rolling on the pathway.

"How's that for getting a boy off your back?"

[gregorygerwitz]

Please tell me about Ian's music and the Genius plan to label it season and episodes?

Alright we're doing it let's go

Shae, Ian is so smart??? Season 1 is a five-song EP, but it tells such a complete story where the narrator starts in "episode one" with lyrics like "damn, I feel like an adult, and I'm pretty sure I really don't like it" and by the end of "episode five" has lyrics like "I don't wanna hate stuff, I just wanna like stuff, I don't think that life sucks."

I've become unhinged about it - because there's so many lyrical callbacks where you can see the growth this character goes through, and the album is only thirteen minutes long. But it doesn't feel rushed. It feels like a natural progression. Dare I say even written better than a lot of shows with 22 episode seasons, in a way that makes more sense and doesn't feel like it's just there to further the complicated plot?

It's the character-driven narrative that I've been wanting to consume for years, and it's perfect.

warnings: mentions of sex (in the lyrics), implied depression of the narrator, one of the songs is about a messy relationship that is implied to be somewhat toxic, some swearing (in the lyrics)

Like I said above, there are 5 songs on Season 1, and Ian released them on Thursdays at 8pm EST, starting on June 9th, 2022. He announced the project on his tiktok (user ianmcconnelmusic) some time before that, but I wasn't following him then so I couldn't say when that was, oops. But it was meant to mimic the typical television episode release - with a set schedule, at a set time, during prime time, not midnight eastern. Something for people to look forward to and anticipate the what happens next. And the basic story is as follows:

EP. 1: Adult (released June 9th) - the narrator doesn't like the life the way it is, talks about how he feels like an actual adult and has to take care of himself and do all the things he's "supposed" to do with his life and it sucks. life feels like a chore which is a major let down since he didn't even anticipate making it this far to begin with. it's hard and he hates it.

EP. 2: Friends (released June 16th) - the I Want song. the through-story of this one is a relationship that was probably never supposed to happen in the first place that ended because of the circumstances in their lives surrounding it. but a lot of the lyrics are like a list of "I wish..." statements about things in the world that can't be controlled, things that the narrator wishes he could change but can't. personally, my favorite lyric in this one is "I wish cheese were not so expensive" because it makes me smile, but in all the "episode" is about the stress of things being out of the narrator's control.

EP. 3: Pair (released June 23rd) - the narrator talks about friendship and natural distance. it's similar and opposite to the episode before it. where episode 2 was about something that was always destined to fall apart, episode 3 is about this pair of friends growing in different directions but are still close, or as close as they can be. they grew apart but they'll still be there for each other when they need to be, and they didn't stop being friends just because a little bit of life got in the way. the theme here of still being close despite distance is so poignant in society today with quarantines and the pandemic and I swear I could listen to it a million times and get emotional every single time. but it's also the turning point in the narrator's arc, where the episodes stop being so much about missing things that were are starting to look forward.

EP. 4: Important (released June 30th) - I'll touch on lyrical connections later, in the actual body of the essay, but this "episode" is foreshadowed in episode one. it's this quarter-life existential crisis where the narrator talks about how no one is important in the universe, and that's a good thing. he talks about how freeing that is. nothing we do matters, at least in the grand scheme of things, and doing things that make us happy and make life a little more bearable isn't going to make the universe implode. humanity as a whole doesn't even have that kind of effect on things. there's one lyric in the chorus, "I'm not important, and neither are you, so let's do whatever we wanna do." it's the mirror opposite of episode 2. where episode 2 was about things being overwhelmingly out of the narrator's control, episode 4 is this moment where he realizes nothing is in his control and that's good. it means he can enjoy himself without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

EP. 5: Hating Stuff (released July 7th) - if episode 4 is the mirror to episode 2, then episode 5 is the mirror to episode 1. it's this almost kind of... relief? after episode 4? being an adult is hard, but there are lots of little things he can do that make it a little more enjoyable. it doesn't have to suck. he can enjoy the life he has while he has it, instead of stressing out about every little thing, and not care about the tomorrow that might not even come. it's the episode where the narrator is happy with where he is in life. nothing around him has changed at all. he's still 26 in the middle of a pandemic, people are still growing apart, the universe is still steadily moving toward its collapse, and there are so many things still out of his control, but he has all these things that he can control that make him happy and that make life worth living.

It's a wonderful arc, and this album will probably resonate with me for a very long time. Because I'm also 26, currently, in the middle of a very complicated world that doesn't have a lot of good in it right now. I got to follow this narrator on this journey over about a month, listen to him go from this kind of "I didn't even expect to live this long and I hate it here" energy to "my life is worth living and continuing because these things make me happy and that's enough," and that hit in a very specific way. I feel like I grew as this project did, which is something that I've missed during the summer when all the regular shows I watch are on hiatus. Growing with characters is kind of hard to do with seasons that drop all at once on streaming services, so it definitely has that quality that I miss from regular serials during the summer hiatus season.

But honestly I think my favorite part of this album is the little details of growth. Yes, the overall character arc is wonderful, and I love it, but there are little details and callbacks that I keep noticing as I've listened to this all on repeat. There are a number of lyrics in the first two episodes that get referenced again in the finale, things that show evidence of the narrator's growth instead of just telling us.

There's an entire part of the first verse in Adult that has a number of callbacks later on:

I been overwhelmed not prioritizing my mental health spending too much time wrapped up in myself and somehow also not enough being twenty six is tough how do I do all this stuff?

I work a lot and I exercise and I meditate and I socialize and I date a girl and I read and I try to get enough sleep

And almost every single one of those pieces gets called back to through out the season.

Exercise is brought up again in Friends ("I wish exercise were less sweaty") and then in Hating Stuff ("really into yoga practice flows") in a way that shows the narrator's growth with exercise. He still does it, but he found a way to do it that he enjoys - that isn't as sweaty. Immediately after that lyric in Hating Stuff is another one, "really proud that I can touch my toes, really proud of just how much I've grown," and it's so !!! I don't even have the words for it.

And the through-story in Friends is about that girl he was dating and how the thing he was "supposed" to do in life actually made him miserable, made both of them miserable.

I wish you were less narcissistic I wish I had known how to help wish you could have seen what I loved in you instead of hating yourself I wish I had met you when COVID wasn't fucking up our whole lives I wish both of us were less lonely from our months of staying inside I wish I were more understanding I wish you were way less intense maybe then you could still stand me

'cause I wish we could have stayed friends when our never-meant-to-be relationship ended all the life we lived and now we're strangers again all the time we put in all the things that we've been and it isn't all your fault but some of it is and some of it's mine and some of it's just bad timing and shitty circumstances

And those are just the big, more obvious parallels.

The Friends lyric, I wish one night stands were romantic, turns into having good meaningful sex, having good meaningless sex, in Hating Stuff, where the narrator reflects that, while one night stands are necessarily the heart of romance, they can be fun, and it's okay to enjoy them.

A seemingly throwaway mention about dancing 'round a quarter-life crisis in the chorus Adult turns into the entire basis of Important.

The mention of reading in the first verse of Adult is treated the same as exercise - it comes back in Hating Stuff as [I] like when I get recommendations of young adult books I should read, as a spin on it. Yes, it's what he's supposed to do, but he's going to do it in a way he enjoys.

Coffee is mentioned in the opening lyrics of Friends and then he mentions drinking tea in Hating Stuff, presumably as an alternative (that won't stain his teeth).

It's a wonderful, and timely, story about a guy who's just trying to find a reason to keep going when the world is falling apart. He's trying to find meaning in his life and the big realization that he has is that there isn't any, and that's okay. It's someone's journey of realizing that life doesn't have to have meaning to be worthy of living it.

It's three songs of mourning what he thought life "should" be, what he expected out of his life, and then two songs of accepting what reality is. Things change, people come into our lives and some of them leave, and we can't control any of that. But we can control what we do with the life we have, the narrator doesn't want to waste what life he has left only thinking about the bad things about the world.

And from that, we got a beautiful album that starts with this guy who hates the way life is, who wants to change the situation he's in to make it the life he's decided is what he wants, and then it ends with my favorite bridge and chorus of any song that I've listened to this year:

I know it's an unrealistic goal to see the glass always half full I'm no stranger to succumbing to the hopelessness spiral I just want to remind myself just how much is wonderful and how motherfucking lame it is to always be

hating stuff focused on the way life sucks there's an awful lot to love think I've had enough hating stuff no, I don't wanna be hating stuff

(I don't wanna hate stuff I don't wanna hate stuff I just wanna like stuff I don't think that life sucks)

there's an awful lot to love think I've had enough hating stuff I think I've had enough of hating stuff

[thicccbread]

Blue

Written from the perspective of Ghostbur. This is a headcanon on how c!Tommy lost his third life before c!Dream killed him in the prison. TLDR of the headcanon: C!Tommy died and got revived by church of prime.

Tw, Suicide Mention. Major Character Death, Angst, Blood

Heavy rain, one like no other, plagued the planes. I looked out of my wooden cabin, seeing the campfire from the night before. I sighed with relief knowing the rain hadn't reached it, nor Tommy. 

I saw him standing on his "Intimidation tower" again, he always climbs up there. From the break of dawn till dusk of night, staring at the clouds. 

"Hey, Tommy!" 

"Hello? Oh, Ghostbur?" 

"Hello, little one. What are you doing?" 

He said nothing.

I wasn't sure why he was up there, just that every day he would go there and sit. I just hope he's ok, I love him.

I went back inside the house ready for my day, even though my skin was sizzling from the rain. It was fine! I usually dry off and my ghost dust stops melting, but just in case I might need healing potions.

Today I was going to find a stick so I can make fishing rods. Tommy had told me he was starving so the least I could do was get him food. 

I wander off into the woods to find those sticks.

Ever since we got to Logstechire Tommy has been moping around. He never seemed to chat with me and push me away. I think he's trying to play a game or something with me. But he's got to remember to be serious. 

When I got back, Dream had gotten there already, Tommy was throwing down his stuff in a hole and Dream had some red sticks in his hand. I wonder what he's gonna do with it, so I hovered one there to see.

"Hello! What're you doing?" I asked as Dream got his helmet on and pulled out his flame bow and arrow.

Particles of ash whisked about the climate changing the tone, I heard a ringing in my ear, seeing Tommy covered in soot, the smut covered his hair with a mix of red blue.

"You're a fucking prick Dream. A wrongun 'Innit."

"I told you, Tommy, I'll be here for your stuff."

"Hello Dream," I said, he looked plain. 

He ignored me.

Tommy was sitting down picking up the grass and throwing it. I thought it was a game so I sat with him doing the same but he snapped at me.

He was screaming a bunch, which made me frightened, brought back some memories. 

So to avoid it again I kept quiet. The silence makes me sad so I pulled out some blue and threw it at Tommy, he seemed to like it because I saw his tears disappear into the blue.

I got up and went inside my cabin as I noticed the gentle snow started falling. It burns my skin so I try to avoid it. 

"Goodnight little one," I said before dozing off.

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That was the last day I saw him. 

The morning was hazy, a dismal grey same as yesterday. I went over to the intimidation tower expecting to see him stargazing again, but instead, all I saw was him laying face down in the snow, I raised his head seeing it blistered with ice and swollen. He was surrounded by a pool of red sludge and blue, his body frozen over and a rock pierced through his stomach. 

"Tommy! Wake up!" I said, he was just sleeping like usual. His face was always blistered when he slept in the snow right? 

I grabbed a stick, poking him on his back- nothing. 

Slowly I began to feel something burn on my eyes, it stung and sizzled. I pulled out blue and soaked up the tears, then threw the remaining blue on Tommy. It didn't work.

I fell to the floor, ignoring the pain in my knees of melting.

I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes, praying for Tommy. I saw Tommy do it once while he was on the tower, when I asked what it was he said it was a prayer for help to the Prime God. 

I hoped for Tommy to get help, I didn't know what to do, so I kneeled praying, holding Tommy's beaded necklace in my hands as I did so and from the morning I came out till the very next day I prayed.

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[pillowspace]

She Ra AU where Catra was taken in by Horde Prime

She was chipped and taken in by Horde Prime as an infant, not unlike how Hordak took in Adora

She has no name, but is referred to as little sister. Little sister may as well be a unique name when she's the only female, though

Her oldest memories are from when she was a child. Her memories were wiped when she was plunged into that horrid green pool of liquid for reasons she never learned but can guess was rebellion

She was not the intended height for the pool and nearly drowned. She now has a phobia of liquids

Ever since her memories were wiped, she gained a "new respect" for Horde Prime. His words, not hers. She'd call it a newfound instinct for survival, though she'd never admit that to his face

One time a clone saw her slowly blink from an angle and thought she had winked. She was reported to Horde Prime. After that, she started smirking and winking out of sheer spite because excuse her, but that is the stupidest rule she has ever heard. (Not in front of Horde Prime, though. Never in front of Horde Prime)

She is this close to throwing a major temper tantrum at all hours

Sometimes the clones can hear her in the walls. They stopped reporting her around the fifth time Horde Prime waved them off

"But Horde Prime-"

"For the last time, little sister is on thin ice," Horde Prime sent a passive aggressive look that could be construed as a glare her way and the feline had to bite back a smug smirk, "but it is still not against the rules, little brother."

She says her goodbyes as "Horde Prime sees all" and the like, but she has not worshipped the ground Horde Prime walks on in a long time, unlike her brothers

She is in a constant state of are you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go ape sh!tt

She wants to grow out her hair, but her hair must be regularly cut so the back of her neck can remain open in case her chip is ever in need of repair, much to her annoyance

She knows something her brothers don't. You can get away with a lot on the ship, as long as you're careful. What decides whether or not Horde Prime acts on another's poor behaviour is severity, if it's convenient in the moment, he's in the mood, he is directly involved, or the behaviour has garnered attention. She knows these five by heart

Despite Catra's absence in this AU's Horde, major events still manage to take place. This includes Glimmer being taken to Horde Prime

Footsteps echoed around the bland, empty hallway as bare feet firmly fell on the hard ground of the metallic ship. A figure so thin and lithe compared to its brothers walked down with a set destination in mind. Their shoulders were raised high and their back was straight, the perfect image of posture. Their hands were clasped behind their back, inches away from a long, still tail the same colour as the figure's short, brown hair slicked back against their scalp.

Eerie, glowing, green eyes stared ahead in a seemingly calculating manner on a freckled face accompanied by a smile frozen in time.

Truthfully, the feline was bored out of her mind and an innate desire to at the very least twitch her tail grew more and more irritating by the second, but that was fine, she kept reminding herself.

Why Horde Prime had chosen her to be the one responsible for the new prisoner, she didn't know. Anyone else would be far more capable (and willing) than she'd ever be to babysit a princess for Prime's sake, though she supposed that her being unaware of how the decision was made might be a lie. It didn't mean she had to like it, though.

A princess meant an Etherian.

An Etherian meant someone like her, someone who could be put into a false sense of security by the sight of their own species.

She wanted to laugh.

Instead, she twitched an ear in amusement.

Her? In charge of comfort?

She had always known Horde Prime was an idiot, but this was further proof. There was no way the princess was ever going to feel comfort in a hell hole like this no matter who was with them. Not her, not a clone, and certainly not Horde Prime. She, however, simply had to do.

She always just simply had to do.

Her form was composed, though she felt as if she was dragging her feet as she found herself turning a corner to an open doorway where two large clones stood guard on either side.

"Little sister," the clone on the right calmly greeted and the feline stopped in her tracks, hands still clasped and smile still displayed for all the idiots to see but oh just a little bit more tense. "Are you supposed to be here?" He asked with suspicion in his tone and it sounded far too accusatory for her liking.

She gritted her teeth behind her smile.

They let anyone through this area, she knows that. She's seen that. But everyone knows her mischievous nature so Prime forbid she enters an area because she's allowed to be in there.

"Horde Prime's orders," she responded in that dreadful voice of controlled passivity she taught herself years ago to survive. She wasn't going to get a passive aggressive scolding for telling her supposed brother to rightfully fuck off to the core of the nearest planet, not today.

She didn't wait for a response before she was already picking up her pace towards the so-called guest's cell.

She refused to allow her anger get the best of her as there was no use in keeping it around. She had a princess to go fetch for Horde Prime, after all. She tried her best to discard of it. Key word: tried. She wasn't sure she had ever once succeeded in calming herself.

Lost in her head, the feline had almost walked right past that annoyingly bright green force field. Almost. Hands still clasped and smile ever so polite, she turned towards the cell with a less than put-together greeting in mind along the lines of I didn't know princesses were the new hype for pet owners, but I do see the resemblance to a rodent.

But for the first time in a long, long time...

She faltered.

Because in that cell, the princess sitting on the bed with her head turned and sparkling, short hair she was supposed to babysit was no child, no pet, no toy, no...

No insignificant prisoner, not like she had thought.

For the first time, she was seeing someone who was just like her, and yet they were worlds apart.

This was what she could have been.

Her left palm dragged across the barrier and the force field fell, catching the princess's attention. The girl's head turned to face the feline's, and her light pink eyes were full to the brim with raw strength and an independence so strong it could be wielded like a weapon.

The princess, too, faltered, but not like how she had. Shimmering eyes blew wide in confusion as if she couldn't understand who or what she was.

Her right hand clenched harshly behind her back. With her claws, she didn't doubt she was breaking through her own first layer of skin. That awe had begun to crack, and a sweeping rage began to slip through instead.

This was what she would never get to be.

She took a deep breath. This was not what she came here for. Horde Prime was waiting.

"I didn't know princesses were the new hype for pet owners, but I do see the resemblance to a rodent."

"...well you're charming."

[booksbookandmorebooks]

Things i didn't like about the little women 2019 movie.

Hello my lovelies! I am back today with my second part of my previous little women review, this section as you could probably tell is based around all the issues I had with the movie, but I do want to put a little disclaimer. I am sure some of my points will have explanations if not, more detail about the points I will be making but due to the fact I haven't read much of the book I am looking at this with no previous knowledge and just the information and story I was provided with from the film, I also want to make clear majority of these issues are with the story not the actual movie creation and direction. So with that in mind, please be kind and lets dive in!

Laurie's character development.

Now before I start I want to make it clear, I liked the character of Laurie initially, the first few scenes we see him in he is fun loving, carefree and just a big kid. We see him absolutely flourish within the girls company but yet the huge 180 in his over all character was a little alien to me and left me feeling very confused and if I'm honest, a little irritated. His demeanour in the second half of the movie is so very different. We see him change from his childish self to this very self absorbed and self destructive person, for example when we attends the ball and sees Amy, he is sloppily dressed, drunk and extremely ill mannered, completely disregarding the stress and repercussions that this situation will later cause Amy. Which is so contradictory to his earlier caring nature we grew to love. 

Another prime example is again, when he approaches Amy in the gardens when she is sketching, he comes across so egotistical and smarmy. Almost expecting Amy when faced with his advances to fall to her knees and become so grateful he has even graced her by seeing her in a romantic light. Which is a disgusting trait in any male or female character. Are we expected to believe that years later, Jo's rejection is still playing so heavily in his mind it has caused him to spiral? We have all faced breakups, rejections and unrequited love and while yes they are hard to deal with and can see, soul destroy at he time we inevitably move on and learn from them which Laurie clearly hasn't. Which leads me to my next point.

Amy.

Yes, Amy hands down is my favourite character as I see her as the most layered out of all the girls but the story line with Laurie just frustrated my inner independent woman.

Going back to the garden scene with her and Laurie, we see her completely tear him down, we see her show him strength regardless of how hard it was for her to contain her feelings, feeling which we are told have been building for years, we see her explain to him the hurt and offence he has caused her while confessing his so called feelings to her because when you think of it from her point of view, she has had feelings for him from a very young age, but has accepted that is her burden to carry and that she has no hand in his feelings for Jo which is a hard situation but is out of her control and sadly, is out of his. A typical and heart breaking case of unrequited love. so really there is no blame and no insult shared, yet when Jo rejects him he decides that Amy is his next best shot and he begins to play on his knowledge of her feelings for him and use this to his own personal advantage by manipulating her feelings and falling back onto plan B. 

All of this she is aware of an refuses to subject her self to such degrading actions, which is something we rarely see happen in movies, and had me really feeling for her. Stuck in a hard place of heart break and inner strength BUT hard cut to the ending of the movie, we find that she had disregarded all those facts and feelings by giving into Laurie and we learn they have in fact married. Which just left me very shocked and disappointed in her. I expected this from Laurie but not Amy.

Laurie's confession.

Now this, this scene hurt my heart and angered my soul for many reasons. When Laurie informs Jo of his marriage my heart broke for her, because he did it in such a heartless way, which in turn solidified my belief that Laurie's intentions were to hurt Jo in this scene and that was all that was behind it. When you really look at it, you can say he didn't know of Jo’s feelings towards him, but why then tell her he will always have feelings for her, because if he genuinely believed that he wouldn't have felt the need to soften the blow by confessing that. It makes no sense! He continues to tell her his love for Amy is very different, that's it's real love, not puppy love. Knowing of their past, and knowing the intense relationship romantic or not his delivery boarders on nasty in it's careless delivery. 

Yes, I am aware Jo made it clear she had no romantic feelings for Laurie but It was so very obvious that Jo was just scared, she was scared of loosing who she was to a man so much so that she rejected him and if he really knew her as well as I know he did he could see the situation for what it really was, a scared young girl pressured into making a decision that she felt would change not only her life but herself. He could always see through her lies, so why not now? No. Laurie was hurt by her rejection and whether it was subconsciously or not, he wanted to tell her the news see her reaction and hurt her the way she hurt him.

Have you ever made a joke about something to someone and they pretend they're fine with it but really you know it's caused offence or upset because they keep referring to it and bringing it up? Yeah, well Laurie brings up his past relationship with Jo two three times in the space of about five minutes, in front of a variety of people which include his wife. Not only does that show he has not moved on as he so clearly claims, but that again he disregards his wife's feelings and upset through this specific comment.

The timing of said confession.

Can we also take a second to talk about the god damn timing?! He decides to tell her, on the day of her sister funeral, are you joking?! How entitled do you have to be to think your new marriage takes precedence over the death of a person and not just anyone, a close friend and sister of you, your wife and your life long friends. if i have by chance got my timelines messed up please correct me because this was just a shock to me when watching.

Now don't worry, I'm going to stop ripping these characters apart now and move on to one other issue I had. I know all of these will most probably be a little controversial and I remind you, this is just an opinion post so please be respectful, but...

Jo and Friedrich Bhaer.

While I am of the opinion Jo and Laurie should of been together, I promise in spite of the beginning of this post I'm not bitter about it. But this was another match I wasn't feeling. I understand that relationships aren't perfect, and sometime you can't force what may appear to be the perfect and ideal match but these two were a bit of stretch.

The fact that this was the man who was supposed to change Jo’s mind about marriage(something her unofficial childhood sweetheart couldn't manage)and he had about as much chemistry with our girl as I have with my current diet was just straight up disappointing. I mean, Something's just aren't meant to be and this, is one of them. Throughout the movie, their relationship seemed strained, and not in the cute love hate cliche we see a lot of, but In a very fractured and unhealthy way. The whole thing I felt was a stretch, there is no time spent developing their relationship apart from an exchange of a few minor looks between the two of what I'm assuming is supposed demonstrate some type of affection and longing. Eye roll. 

I am aware the movie does make fun of this ending and mock its absurdity due to the way it portrays the publishers pushing for a perfect if not cliche romantic ending and while I do appreciate that that initial forced ending is something I just couldn't get over and had to include.

And that my friends, are all the issues I had with little women. Although, regardless of these issues I still did love this movie with my whole heart and the affection I felt for this film completely over shadows this negativity. No movie or story will be perfect. Movies and books are so personal and everyone will have a difference of opinions which is what I love about them so please let me know your thoughts below. Until next time have a fantastic week!

Over all rating : 8.5/10.

Love, love, love love.

[vhanities]

Richard Vamir died almost a month ago and Clair still hadn't moved on.

     It was not entirely visible. You could only see it if you looked closely at the cracks, at the locker left untouched in the dormitory or the seat assigned to him in Moore's Design Strategy classes. And, if you dug deeper, you could see it in the idle chair sitting by the window in Samaira Sheikh's dormitory―the chair that had, in a sense,belonged to Richard. It was empty in a way that made it look like Samaira was almost expecting him to come back, talk about his day and sit down on the plush purple velvet covers to look out of the window while she sat on her desk completing the rest of her pre-mid projects in silence. It was like they were all expecting him to come back and quote pretentious poems, like they were all living their lives wasting every moment in memories.

     All except one.

     Han Kai Tuo had been the first one to arrive at the roof after getting the ominous message from Richard and he knew more than what was just there. He refused to believe Richard committed suicide, contrary to the popular belief among the townsfolk, and today was no exception. He sat on the edge of Samaira's bed, glaring at the white bedspread with lilac undertones. "This isn't right," he said, after a while.

     Dante, who was sprawled on the faux purple fur carpet playing catch all by himself, glanced up. "Kai―" he said with a tired sigh, "―let's just forget that happened okay. Please."

     Kai could not. He could not forget what had happened, he could not unsee it. It was engraved in his brain; branded on his skin. He knew Richard hadn't committed suicide, they all did―but saying even one word of it, just a word, would make them all the prime suspects, no matter what their alibis said.

     "We saw him, he was right there―"

     "Kai!" Samaira, who had been sitting on the desk quietly for a while, slapped the top hard enough for it to resound across the room. "Shut up. Shut up. We saw nothing. We came after he left."

     Kai opened his mouth to retort and shut it back, deciding to lie down on his back instead. He was still wearing his shoes, so he just lay there awkwardly with his feet on the ground and eyes on the whites of the ceiling while his mind floated somewhere else. That day when they'd reached the roof, they weren't alone. There was a man. Black hoodie. Black mask. He'd pushed Richard off. He'd sent them the text. He was the one who'd killed Richard. Kai's jaw flexed and tightened and he sat up again.

     "This isn't right," he repeated.

     "Well damn Sherlock," Dante said. "What do you want to do, then? Tell the police? We've kept quiet about it for a month and we are of legal age. We'll be doomed."

     "We need to do something, we can't just stay here wallowing knowing that our friend was murdered!"

     The silence that followed was terrible. Kai's head ached, and he felt clammy underneath his yellow hoodie. The floor-length mirror in the room's corner made the bags under his eyes look weary and tired and the small silver ear piercings look unnecessary. He ran a hand through the messy black strands of his hair and turned to look at Samaira.

     "You are the sensible one. Do you think this is right?"

     Samaira turned to face them after five hours of ignoring their existence. The look she gave him was tired, it made something inside him drop. They had all been so close and now there was nothing they could manage to tell each other, nothing they could manage to say. They were all dealing with Richard's death in different ways; Filippa had started smoking again and Dante quit the Basketball team, Samaira worked herself to the bone and Kai? He was just hanging in there, not fully there to the conclusion but enough to feel the empty worry in his heart.

     He hated feeling helpless. And he hated the words that came out of Samaira's mouth next. "Kai, go back. Take a break. Just, go cool off somewhere."

     For a minute, he said nothing. Then the anger came bubbling out. He stood up and walked to the door silently, ignoring Dante's quiet refusal. When he got out, he made sure to bang the door as loudly as he could despite horrible pain of protest shooting up his palms in the process. (He'd hurt himself last week and still didn't know how.)

     "Goddamn my life―" he yelled, "Goddamn everything―"

     Someone coughed. Tension shot up his spine. This was the Girl's Dorm and he, a boy, had just caused a scene. He looked up to find half-dressed girls in pajamas and turned away instantly. His insides turned to melted nothings and his eyes scrammed for another pace to latch on to. The board, he thought. Look at the notice board.

     "I'm sorry," someone giggled. "But you should probably leave."

     He probably should.

     Kai apologized under his breath and tried to navigate past the corridor to the staircases without raising his eyes. Almost tripping on a few bottles of only God knew what, he made it to the stairwell and plopped against the opening. The girl's dorm and the boy's dorm of students majoring in Fashion were located in the same stretch of suburban apartment buildings. At least he thought they were suburban apartment buildings. Eight stories high and painted in funky blues and greens with random graffiti on every nook and corner outside while decorating the interior with rouge bricks and black plastic for an industrial look, the house dormitories were made to hold about five hundred students. Each flat was just a large bedroom with two beds, two desks and a kitchenette―not like home but just enough to be one.

     The boy's side was separated from the girl's one by nothing but a small lobby on the first floor and a wall made above it to divide it from the other.

          "Throw a tantrum somewhere else, you little bitch."

     Kai turned to find Dante strolling down the set of stairs taking two at a time. His hands were shoved inside the pocket of his grey pyjamas and the oversized grey hoodie hid the fair tuft of his hair. He looked like shit but still managed to look good at it. Kai bit a smile threatening to let loose and forced himself to look away.

     "Look, if you're here to tell me to get over―"

     "I'm not, idiot," Dante smiled. "Let's get some bread."

     "It's five in the evening."

     "So what?"

     Dante moved forward and Kai followed him, a heavy hole in his chest sewing itself shut in a place where it could hurt only him. They were outside in five seconds, nodding at Manuel who was dozing off by the receiver's desk. The campus was crowded with students; the sky was light―he wasn't sure what they called it but it was in the lightest shade of orange. Sunlight leaked in through little crevices between the artsy buildings around the boulevard and cut through the leaves between each green trees and plants in nets. Dante was waiting for him in silence, sitting on the ledge before the neatly cut bushes that framed the park.

     Kai sat by him, waiting for him to speak.

     "It isn't easy for any of us, you know. Richard is gone, and it isn't just another day―I don't remember one damned day when it wasn't the five of us. He was always there, even when we didn't talk, even when we weren't around each other, even when I was an asshole and he was an asshole―he was always there. I don't expect you to understand what Richard meant to me―"

     "I do," Kai said because he did.

     Richard wasn't the talkative kind. He wasn't the happy kind or the sad kind. He was the kind of person who'd sit by you in silence to let you know he was there for you with his actions instead of words, the kind who'd leave the last piece of his favourite sandwich for you even if he hadn't had the other slices himself. Richard had saved them so many times―had saved Kai so many times―that it hurt to think that just when their turn came, they'd been a second too late.

     "Yes," Dante said. "Maybe you do."

     "I do and I―we should have helped him, he's been there for us so many times," Kai's words got caught in his throat and he reared back, eyes burning and fingers palmed in a fist. He'd wanted to do something. Something. Something that would've led to a different ending other than the one they were faced with now, something that would've led to Richard being alive and safe and there.

     "We've all got things we can never recover from and we've all got things that we carry with us forever." Dante stretched back, hands on either side of him and feet scrapping the cobble. "Life is never your story to tell."

     Kai just stared straight ahead at the entrance to their dormitory, at a group of friends chilling on the steps leading out of it. There were five of them, just like they had once been five too. The blond boy in the middle said something and the brunette sitting by him laughed―Filippa and Richard. Kai closed his eyes. "I don't know," he said, burying his face in his hands. "I don't know."

     That's when Dante's phone rang. Filippa. Unfortunately for them, when taking the call, Dante put it on the speaker for both of them to hear. Filippa was screaming, and it was never pretty when she screamed. She had one of the foulest mouths in the year and her temper tantrums usually included loud one-sided declarations to 'fight her.' The students walking past them stared at the phone in their hand and then at them and Kai realised they were probably dressed like homeless jocks, instantly feeling the embarrassment rise up his spine as blood rushed to his cheeks.

     "GUYS―I AM GOING TO END THAT TRICK ASS FUCKING BITCH―HOW DARE SHE TRY ME? HOW DARE SHE―"

     "Yo calm down woman―" Dante half-grinned. "Who are you talking about?"

     "DARCY FUCKING VAMIR," Filippa's voice grew more shrill, like that was even possible. "THAT BITCH MADE MY GIRLFRIEND BREAK UP WITH ME."

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[buddha-in-disguise]

A full of fucking swearing long post about the shitstain that is Dominic Cummings. Plus where I can find them, at the end I will link fucking sources, just in case anyone wants to try and say otherwise.

Also, if you do start @ me over him, I'm blocking your fucking cunt of an arse. Clear enough?

Good. Then let's begin.

As a nation, we can be a fairly mild mannered lot. At least collectively. But as of now, the majority of Britons are a mass of anger. So much so, I've even agreed with pundits like Piers Fucking Morgan! That alone is distressing enough, but Dominic Cummings has pissed off just about everyone.

But first a little background on this heaping pile of shit.

Dominic Cummings was one of the main instigators of Leave Campaign in regards Brexit. Now for those who don't know or haven't cared until now, not only were they found to be in breach of the electoral law, Dominic himself was also found in contempt of Parliament when they tried to find out if Vote Leave used fake news to help achieve their goal.

To add to this, he took around 200k of subsidies from the EU for his properties. So a known lying fucking hypocrite.

Even before that, he was advisor to Gove, that spineless fucking weasel who has been out today spouting even more fucking bollocks over this. Funny that.

Don't think for a minute being Gove's Special Advisor meant Cummings was liked by others in the Tory Party. Cummings was pretty much despised by a lot in Government at the time. David 'Pig fucker' Cameron called him a career psychopath.

Fast forward to 2019. Cummings is now Special Advisor to another spineless fucking cunt known as the Prime Minister Boris Johnson. BJ was never in control. Anyone watching what was going on knew that the moment Cummings had Javid's one aide uncermoniously marched out of her job, using armed police no less.

Only problem was, he had no authority to do that.

But never fear, BJ decided to change the rules, so lo and behold, he didn't break any rules (seeing a pattern here yet?)

So fast forward to the last few days. Now newspapers were reporting that Dominic Cummings drove his COVID-19 symptomatic wife, with a 4 year old in the same enclosed vehicle, some 260 miles to his parents location in Durham.

Oh now comes the fun part, and why as a nation we are all beyond extremely miffed, and fucking pissed off!

The offical guidance was anyone in a household with someone displaying symptoms (tested or not) was to stay the fuck at home. There was one exception to this rule. One. Extreme risk to life.

So Cummings took the decision to go and drive for fucking childcare reasons.

A man with his wealth, privilege and even with family in fucking London, couldn't do it at his home, but had to drive (thus risking his own child because of viral load you're going to get in an enclosed vehicle), himself and others (because he had to stop. Tell me of anyone with a 4 year old in the car they wouldn't be stopping anywhere?)

So anyway, they take a fucking jolly jaunt up to his parents.

But hold on, a Minister recently resigned for breaking lockdown rules. So why in the ever loving fuck was Cummings not resigning or being fired?

I don't know what Cummings has on BJ, but I suspect it makes wanting to fuck a dead pig seem like child play. Because not only isn't he fired, good old Jolly BJ comes out and fully defends and supports his senior advisor (who is unelected as well, just to add salt to that wound).

So by following his fatherly instincts (the fucking laughable defence given, when BJ couldn't even say how many fucking kids he has) and acting with integrity, (someone please give these fucking morons a dictionary), Cummings was given a free pass.

And then a load of fucking MP's including cabinet ministers all piled in saying how great a father he is, how it was exceptional circumstances that made him do it, you're all overreacting you terrible ingrate you, blah, blah, more horse shit, blah!

So, now all of those families who actually followed the fucking rules, and did what the government said are now being told, oh sure. You could've attended the funeral of your loved ones. Gone halfway across country to get child care for your kids, and so on and so fucking forth.

So basically saying, hah the jokes on you.

A few grumbles came out from the odd Tory, who might not have grown a spine, but were looking less like jelly (jello) being nailed to the wall, and more like thick fucking custard. A little more substance to them, but still slopping around with no spine.

We have a bank holiday coming up, and unusually good weather forecast, because as every Brit knows, Bank Holidays are normally shit weather wise. And a lot of people saying, fuck me if Cummings can do this, so can we. And all pile into cars for days out as if nothing had changed! No masks, no social distancing. Zilch. Great innit.

No it fucking isn't! The virus doesn't take a holiday you fucking morons!

So back to the other mess. Cummings now gives a press conference in the fucking rose garden of No.10. Also likely in breach of the rules, but as we know, he really doesn't give a flying fuck about rules now does he.

First of all he was 30 minutes late (you would've been sanctioned , therefore getting no money, for weeks, probably months if on benefits and did the same thing thanks to this government). But he eventually rolls up, looking slightly less like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards, but still looking like a dogs arse. Actually sorry dogs, you don't deserve that comparison. I'm really sorry!!

Anyway, here he is, about to fill us with more bullshit.

The shit now isn't just hitting the fan. In the immortal words of Terry Pratchett, The Midden has now hit the Windmill.

Cummings is trying to explain why he did what he did, oh and now we have the added delight of him being caught going out to a location some 30 miles from the family home, which is another breach of the law!

He sat there, and said, the public aren't angry at me, they're angry because of how the media have reported it. Woe is me, they're making me out to be the bad guy in all this .... blah fucking boo hoo blah.

This was supposed to calm us down.

Dear reader.

It. Did. Not.

So journalist after journalist (Beth Rigby gave a fucking masterclass) actually didn't let him get away with it.

These weren't just questions or accusations. They threw proof at him! Despite the collective rage, it was glorious to see them do it. If this was when stocks were still in use in the town square, Cummings would've been covered in excrement and anything else to hand. That shit was blown back so fast, it was hard to keep up.

Anyway, without going into too much here, his excuses ranged from he didn't feel safe because of demos outside his home (unverified and strangely enough, no neighbours reporting any disturbances either. Funny that),

Then, having gone to great lengths to say he drove up to his parents to keep his kid safe, he explains the additional trip he got caught out on was taken to test his eyesight, which had been affected because of being unwell with Covid19.

So not only is it highly fucking illegal to drive while impaired (including if eyesight is impaired) in this country, you decided to take your wife and kid, who you wanted to protect, not for a little jaunt down the road, but on a 60 mile fucking round trip.

Oh, and he hadn't stopped on the 260 mile trip up there, but his kid needed a stop on the way home, so a less than 60 mile trip required a stop. Yeah. Strange how that works.

He still kept blaming the media. Still kept up the woe is me, it was exceptional circumstances, and so on. Must get sore lips there Cummings, with the amount of smoke you try to blow up peoples arses.

So, to end it all, he has flatly refused to resign. No need to even consider it. The public will be jolly good chaps in all of this and see my side of things.

No we won't, you motherfucking cunt!

So this morning, various people including Gove are still making excuses for this fucking shitstain.

I now wish Cummings is fired, but better yet, thrown out of our universe, so he can never ever be seen again. But I've seen more spine on a fucking snake that I have Boris Johnson, who is just as much to blame in all this.

Before I end, we also had an infamous Tweet from someone in the Civil Service, who knew they were torpedoing their career. I'm including a screen shot. It was taken down, but it was genuine. Whoever they were, you deserve all the applause and a fucking medal!

Oh and a few sources for this and the cuntface Cummings. But you know, just Google the fucker. You can find this and much more.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-44856992

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-47712040

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2019/aug/10/dominic-cummings-owns-farm-got-eu-subsidy

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2014/jun/18/david-cameron-dominic-cummings-career-psychopath

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/dominic-cummings-boris-johnson-cabinet-minister-aides-civil-service-sajid-javid-a9109836.html

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-52782913

[https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-52553229

https://www.bbc.com/news/amp/uk-52792200

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-52793991

https://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/dominic-cummings-trip-county-durham-18306147

https://www.gov.uk/driving-eyesight-rules