#cause you can't see proof of it on your banking

[fortheb0ys]

I love when I intend to pay with money but end up forgetting and pay with debit.

[princessmaybank]

Never Have I Ever

Pairings: Rudy x Fem!Co-star!Reader

Warnings: Dual POV, Surprise kiss, alcohol, handjob, oral (both), unprotected p in v, etc.

Summary: You play Never Have I Ever in an interview and secrets get revealed.

Authors Note: This is my first Rudy fic and my first fic in a long time! Should I do more Rudy Fics in the future? Not proof-read and sorry it's so long! Let me know what you think!

"Hello and welcome back! I'm here with some of the cast of Outer Banks, not everyone was able to make it tonight, but we are happy to have all of you!" The TV host announced to the camera.

"Please go around the couch and introduce yourselves!" They said extremely excited. "Sup, I'm JD, I play Pope." "Hey, I'm Chase, I play John B." "Hi, I'm Rudy Pankow, I get to play JJ Maybank." "Hi guys! I'm Y/F/N Y/L/N! I play Harper!" "Heyyyyy everybodyyyyy I'm Carlacia Grant, I play Cleo!" "And I'm Drew Starkey, I play Rafe Cameron."

Everyone in the audience clapped when the cast was done with their introductions.

"We asked you, the audience, which game you'd like to see them play, and the answer that came out on top was *drum rolls with their fingers on the desk* Never Have I Ever!" The audience cheers, clearly excited to get all the juicy details.

"Now you guys can't get mad at me! These questions were asked by the viewers." The host lets out a laugh. "Sure, we all know these are the spicy questions you want the answer to." JD teases causing the host and audience to laugh.

"Let's get started! You each get a paddle with Have and Have Not on it. You'll turn the paddle depending on your answer, seem simple enough?" The host smiles. "You sure we can't do anything else with the paddle?" Chase smirked with a giggle, which made everyone start laughing. "Dirty mind Chase!" The host announced. "I never said what for!" Chase turned to Rudy and hit him on the arm with the paddle. Rudy didn't even say ow, he just began to pretend to cry.

The audience was loving everything they were hearing from you all. So far the cast has admitted to pranking people on set, forgetting lines, showing up late, improvising lines, things about childhood, some more explicit questions, etc. It was down to the last few questions at this point. Everyone was having fun just sitting and answering these questions, they all learned a bit more about each other.

Y/N's POV:

I can't stand the anxiety I felt when I heard the next question. I didn't want to lie because I'm not a good liar, but I also didn't want anyone to know. "Never Have I Ever had a crush on-set!" The host smiled, waiting for the drama that will ensue with this question.

One by one everyone changed their paddles.

Drew: Never

Carlacia: Never

Chase: I Have

JD: Never

Me: I Have

Rudy: I Have

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw Rudy's paddle flip, but I tried to hide my reaction.

Rudy's POV:

She flipped her paddle to 'I Have'...I don't know if I should be hurt or excited about this. I wonder if she knows. I looked over to Y/N to make sure I wasn't seeing things and her eyes were already on me. I watched as she quickly changed her gaze to something different, it seems like she was flustered or embarrassed.

Y/N's POV:

After our interview was over, we all decided to go grab some dinner together. JD, Chase, and Rudy sat across from Drew, Carlacia and I. After we all ordered we just started a casual conversation about wrapping up filming.

As I reached for my drink I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up and immediately spotted Rudy looking at me, he seemed kind of nervous and quickly looked away. I couldn't stop my wandering thoughts. My eyes traveled to his hair, his beautiful, soft, blonde hair that looked so tuggable. I looked at his lips, those plush pink lips, I'd love to feel them on every inch of my body. My teeth bit the inside of my lip as I started feeling a wetness pool between my legs.

I excused myself from the table so I could use the restroom and get my thoughts in order. As I walked out of the bathroom I almost bumped into someone. Without looking up I say sorry. Before I could react I was slammed against the hallway wall with lips pressed against mine. My eyes widened as I realized who has me pinned against the wall.

Rudy's POV:

I couldn't keep myself contained anymore. I said I had to go to the bathroom a few minutes after she left, just so I could have a private moment with her. I just needed to talk. I needed to reveal my true feelings for her, I've sat back in silence for far too long. I thought I would have more time to think about what I would say, but instead she came out of the bathroom almost immediately after I got to the hallway. I panicked, I had no idea what to do so I grabbed her and pinned her to the wall, attached my lips to hers. We both moaned into the kiss and that's when we realized the kiss lasted longer than expected.

The two of us pulled away and stared at each other in shock. "We'll talk later." Is what she whispered to me before heading to the table. I hid in the bathroom for a few minutes before heading back to the others.

Y/N's POV:

'What the hell just happened?' Is what I kept asking myself. It came out of nowhere. When I sat back down Carlacia looked at me with a smirk. I give her a look that says 'what?'. She responded with a whisper in my ear. "Your lipstick is all smudged." She giggled and handed me a compact mirror. I hurry to grab it from her and inspect my makeup.

I felt someone's eyes on me and looked up. Rudy's mouth was covered in red lipstick. Carlacia was the only one to notice and you could easily tell by her face that she was shocked. So were we. Before he could make it to the table I pulled him back to that same hallway as before. "Woah- what'd I do now?" He questioned. I only held the mirror up to his face in response. "You didn't look in the mirror before coming back out?!" I whisper shouted. He only shrugged to my question.

I decided to check the women's restroom and realized no one was in there. I hurriedly pulled him in and towards the sinks after I shut and locked the entrance. I grabbed some paper towels and wet them so he could take off the makeup. "Can you take it off for meee?" He asked so sweetly with those gorgeous, enchanting, blue, puppy dog eyes. I smile and get close to him, inspecting his mouth. His hands found my hips and held me close. My hand with the paper towel found his face and I was going so slow, I didn't want this to end. In fact I wanted to grab him by the face and do it a thousand more times. Those perfect lips.. and I was able to feel them on one part that I needed him tonight, how lucky am I? Gotta get those lips everywhere else next.

We locked eyes for a moment. Rudy looked hungry for more. Before I could ask him anything, he backed me up against the wall as his lips attacked mine again. My hand dropped the paper towel from the sudden jolt. Our eyes were closed but I felt his hands wandering my body. As his fingers inched closer to where I needed him most he pulled away but his arms trapped me against the wall.

"It's me right...it was about me?" He asked with a slight amount of pain in his voice. I looked at him confused. "w-wha-" Before I could even finish my question he interrupted me. "Don't play dumb, you're a smart girl. The game. Your answer to the last question..." He stated with hurt riddling his face. I realized he was talking about the game of never have I ever back at the interview. "Rudy...who else would it be about??" I questioned. He shrugged his shoulders and looked a little insecure in the moment. "I've seen how you look at Drew, and I can't handle the back and forth Y/N." I look at him like he's crazy. "What do you mean how I look at Drew??" I was louder and sounded upset now. "You look at him like you want to marry him or ya know, like at least fuck him.." My eyes nearly popped out of my head when Rudy spoke. "Rudy. I don't like Drew like that! He's always been just a friend and more like a brother!" I take a moment to look into his eyes and it looks like they flash for a second. "I've only liked one person on set this entire time and that's you Rudy." He paints a sad smile on his face before speaking. "I'm sorry I assumed." His head drops along with his arms. I'm not sure what to say, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close. My head rested on his chest and we just held each other.

Our moment didn't last much longer. We heard a knock on the bathroom door and I remembered the door was locked. I pushed Rudy into a stall and told him not to come out. I finally opened the door and I have to say Carlacia was the last person I expected to see at the moment.

"Are you okay? You've been over here a long time, JD is checking on Rudy too." My eyes go wide as she says Rudy's name. "Oh - I uhm I'm sure he's fine." Almost on cue JD runs over. "He's not in there and he's not picking up his phone!" He rushed, freaking out about his best friend. "I'm sure he's okay." I smiled but that made Carlacia give me a squint. "Let me in." She sounded firm, I just shook my head no as she continued to repeat her statement. "Y/N. I'm getting in there one way or another. I suggest the easier way." When the word 'no' left my lips she immediately pushed past me, followed by JD with his hands over his eyes.

"Rudyyyy, ya in here buddy?" JD asked from behind his hands. Carlacia moved his hands and pointed to the closed stall that had some nice dress shoes sitting at the bottom. "Just give it up, come on out.." I said slowly. He made his way out and we were immediately questioned. We told them everything besides the kissing and that we are deeply in love, but I don't think it's important information anyway. He came up with the brilliant idea of saying my lips bumped into his and that's why he had the lipstick on him. Note my sarcasm when I said brilliant.

They could tell we were lying and hiding information but they just let it be as we walked back to Drew and Chase.

It didn't take long for us to pack up and leave. Rudy and I decided to just take our food to go so we wouldn't be a burden to the others. Drew drove here and Chase lived nearby so he took him home. Carlacia also drove here and as I pleaded for her to let me get a ride home, she pulled JD into her car. "Enjoy your ride." She winked and looked at Rudy, causing a blush to run to my cheeks. Before I could say anything else she drove off. "I'll drive you home." Rudy smiled at me. I nodded to him as a thank you before getting in his car.

The ride was silent up until now, well except for the radio, but we had been trapped in a sexual tension that felt tighter any time one of us tried to talk. Rudy was the one to break it of course, I never would've had the balls to do it. "You're a damn good kisser.." he smirked. "but next time, don't smear your lipstick all over my face." He glanced over to me with a sultry smile. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips when I heard him. The response I had stopped halfway up my throat when I realized he said 'next time'. There was a next time??? Thank fuck. My heart nearly exploded as I played his words over in my head.

The car came to a stop before I could get myself too soaked from the memories. "Welcome home." He said gesturing to my house. But when I turned my head to look at my house I saw that it in fact was not mine. "This is your house Rudy..." He only nodded in response before he got out and helped me out of his car. Rudy somehow persuaded me to come in for a little while to hang out or talk or something. It honestly didn't take much, I'm whipped for this man.

I was sat on his couch when Rudy came up behind me, handing a glass of wine to me. Before he came around the couch to sit with me, his hand lingered on my shoulder, squeezing a few times. His arm wrapped around my shoulders as he sipped on his drink I could only assume it was some type of whiskey.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked with a hint of liquid courage running through my veins. He nodded as he placed his lips on his glass once again. "How long have you liked me?" He let out some air he was holding in and set his drink on the table in front of us. "Well..." He started, snuggling closer to me. "it hasn't been too long...just since the second week of filming this season." That was nearly a year ago. Not too long my ass. "Why didn't you say anything?" I pried. "Why didn't you?" His crystal blue orbs finally stared back into mine. His lips were formed into a teasing smirk but when neither of us decided to break the silence, his face fell. Rudy's eyes never strayed from mine, in fact as I stared back into his, I noticed they only got darker when he began looking between my eyes and my lips.

Before we both knew it, Rudy's hand cupped my cheek and pulled my lips to meet his. Fireworks started to explode in my chest as our little kiss suddenly got more heated. He pulled me onto his lap and our bodies started to work together to create the friction we both desperately craved.

"Ah shit-" He pulled us apart. "how far ya wanna take this baby..?" He heaved out as my heart fluttered from the nickname. Without saying anything I slid off of his lap while his head was thrown back, gasping in air, trying to catch his breath. My knees touched the ground while my hands ran up and down his thighs.

"Before I continue...is this okay?" I ask with a squeeze to his thighs. "Yes.." He said so quietly I barely heard him. My hands spread his legs farther apart and my lips pressed to the zipper holding back his erection. I peppered kisses all around his bulge and thighs. "M-more please.." He begged, caressing my cheek.

My fingers laced around his belt buckle and tore the accessory from his body. While I was tossing it to the side, Rudy slid his dress pants down. I removed them from his ankles and threw them over with the belt. "These too.." I tugged on the waistband of his briefs.

He happily and eagerly obliged. When his cock sprung free from his fabric-jail, my eyes grew wider. Rudy was big, and I don't just mean 'big' to boost his ego, I mean I am actually scared this man will hurt me with his size.

Rudy must've noticed my stare and concern based on his reply. "It will fit.. I'll make it fit baby." He chuckled lightly. A redness rushed to my cheeks as I heard him call me that nickname again.

Before I could waste anymore time, I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick cock. He immediately grunted from the contact and threw his head back. Rudy only met my eyes after he heard me spit and felt my saliva running down his length. I quickly moved my hand to spread the wetness around, followed by a few more spits to completely cover him. His breathing was heavy, I could tell by how his chest was rising and falling.

Rudy's eyes met mine when my hand began moving for his pleasure. A small moan escaped his throat as I continued slowly. "f-fuck...fas-faster baby..." I pumped him a few more times then slid my mouth around him. This took him by surprise but he wasn't complaining. His hand met the back of my head, he wasn't pushing me, only rested it there, making sure I didn't stop. My head bobbed up and down as I gagged on his dick. Our eyes met, mine full of tears, his full of pleasure.

His thumbs pressed to my cheeks and wiped away stray tears, that I tried so hard to not let slip out. "Don't stop..please baby.." There were those butterflies in my stomach. He reached out and helped me go up and down on him.

Now he was forcing my head down and thrusting into my mouth and down my throat. "Ah..fuck..so good, so fuckin' good." He hissed. My eyes were closed, somehow helping with the blissful abuse I was receiving. "Such a good fuckin' girl for me...c'mon take my cum baby.." He groaned. His hips spasmed as his load shot down my throat.

I swallowed it all down and left his dick with a 'pop' sound. My lips licked at the fluids daring to escape. We both sat back for a moment and caught our breath. With a small smirk and light laugh Rudy stared at me. "What?" I chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck you so good..I haven't came that hard since high school." He said in amazement. All I could do was smile at his promise.

Rudy's POV:

She looked so good on her knees for me. Her hair is a mess no thanks to me. Also lipstick smeared, mascara running down her cheeks, a mix of cum and spit slipping from her swollen lips, once again all me. I saw her catch her breath and lick her lips, swallowing the mixture. She is so beautiful, I couldn't help but let out a giggle while watching her. "What?" She let her own giggle slip out. "I'm gonna fuck you so good..I haven't came that hard since high school." I meant it too. Every word. Her smile was enough to let me know she was happy about my statement.

We took a few more breaths before I pulled her up onto my lap. I held her close and captured her lips with my own. My hands cupped her ass and squeezed every time her hips grinded into me.

Y/N was desperate to get my shirt off. I sat there naked, with a pretty girl, clothed, in my lap. My hands wandered under her shirt, and she helped me remove it from her body. She whined every time our lips were pulled away from each other, which made my dick twitch under her.

When our lips found the others again, we kissed with much hunger and even more passion. What I said in the car came back to me. Something about not smearing her lipstick on me next time. Too fuckin' late. It's true we did like each other, and I'm mentally kicking myself for having sex with her before taking her on a date first. Though we both agreed to this, I feel bad that this is how it's starting. I promised myself to definitely take her out for a nice dinner or whatever the hell she wants to do, after this.

I was thrown out of my overthinking when she left my lap. "What's wrong?" Oh no. Could she hear my thoughts? I squinted and began to think of random things, testing out the telekinesis.

Pizza.

42.

Barbie.

Super Mario Bros.

Y/N.

Her perfect tits.

Her plump ass.

Her stripping in front of me.

Wait.

Her stripping in front of me?!

I was pulled back in, again. This time she was standing in front of me, giving me a strip tease. Y/N wiggled her ass in my face while she was bent over and shimmying out of her pants. My dick was standing at attention, waiting to get fondled. I couldn't help myself. My right hand found my dick and slowly pumped, I was still a little sensitive but I overall didn't give a shit. My left hand reached out and slapped her ass. She hadn't expected it based on her little jump. That only excited me more when I saw it jiggle. Her delicate fingers found her pretty lace thong and tugged down slowly. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw her dripping wet cunt.

Once again I couldn't contain myself. I let go of my cock and spread her legs. My hands squeezed her ass at the same time my tongue played with her perfect pussy. She tipped forward and placed her hands on the coffee table, trying to steady her shaky legs. I felt like I could bust again just from her moans alone. They were so small and precious, my eyes rolled back from the mix of her moans and the taste of her pussy.

Next I shoved my tongue inside her tight hole, swirling it around, making sure I reached every spot I possibly could. Like the needy little girl she is..she started pushing back onto my tongue. Y/N was fucking herself with my tongue. I could only ever dream of this moment.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum.." She whined. Her legs were shaking as my tongue only quickened its movements. My fingers found her clit, and moved in harsh circles in hopes of tipping her over the edge. My other arm wrapped around her waist to support her when she releases.

"Oh Rudy, fuck-!" She humped my tongue again as her liquid poured out of her juicy pussy and onto my tongue. I swallowed every drop before I turned her around and pulled her onto my lap again.

Y/N took my head in her hands and our mouths made a mess together. Her hands pulled on my golden locks while my hands snaked between us. I grabbed my cock and teased her entrance with my tip. "Please.." She begged, gasping for air. "Please what baby? Use your words." I teased. "Mmm please fuck me.." She whined rolling her head back.

I didn't waste anymore time teasing. My dick slipped right inside of her. We both let out a hiss as she slid down onto my cock. "Mmm.. so good.." She whimpered while my hips rocked softly back and forth. Y/N gently grinded down on my dick, simply being needy. "C'mon Rudy... please..." She whined some more.

I couldn't handle it anymore, so I flipped our position, she was laying on the couch with me on top of her. My dick never slipped out of her either. Before I moved inside of her, I brought my lips to hers. Our moans consumed each other as my hips slapped against hers. "Oh fuck mmm...Y/N..." I grunted into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back and I quickened my pace. "Hard-harder..." She breathed out. What my girl wants, she gets, so I pounded harder against her. I felt her sweet little pussy start to clench around me and I knew she was almost there. I felt her nails start digging into my back which was almost enough to throw me over. "I'm gonna cum Rudy- I'm gonna cum..." Y/N panted. Never thought I'd hear those words come from her perfect pink lips, but I'm glad they came out. "Me too baby, mmm cum with me.." I said grunting as I pulled myself from her pussy. Her fingers found her clit and she screamed my name. That was enough for me as I fisted my cock. My cum shot out onto her, covering almost every part of her. Some hit her face, a good bit landed on her tits, and the rest spilled onto her stomach. We were riding out our highs together, catching our breaths.

We both let out a loving laugh when we came back down. "Can't believe that just happened.." She giggled. "In a good way or bad way?" I questioned. She rolled her eyes and told me good obviously. Just wanted to hear her say it. "So where does our relationship stand?" She asked sheepishly. "Where do you want it to stand? I'm happy to throw a label on this baby." I pointed my first finger back and forth between us. "I wanna be with you..." She said while twiddling her fingers. I could feel my heart nearly burst out of my chest from her confession. I nodded and pulled her onto me so we were cuddling. "I want the same thing baby." I pressed a small kiss to her lips. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, praying that she wasn't playing with my feelings. "It would be an honor." She smiled and kissed my lips with a bit of passion. "Wanna go again?" Y/N asked, full of eagerness. She bit her lip as she awaited my response. I bit my lip and nodded. She came closer before I pulled her down to kiss me again. Never have I ever thought of a better way to end my night.

[horrorhorizon]

Google play store no thanks

Ios app store no thanks

What is No Thanks?

It is an app that allows you to easily see what is on the boycott list. They have a list of brands to boycott. They have a great feature which allows you to scan a barcode of any product to see if it is on the list. It provides proof as to why an item is on the boycott list. Users can upload products to the app to further improve the boycott list.

Why boycott?

Money speaks in this world. By not giving companies money, us the consumers, take back control. When you spend money on an item on the boycott list it is directly putting money in the pockets of people who will spend it on killing innocent people. By not spending money on these things we cut off a supply of money to this people. Furthermore it gives the people a voice. Money talks and often the only way we get companies to listen is to stop giving companies money.

What if there is something I can't boycott?

In this day and age it is often hard to avoid everything on boycott lists. Some things cannot be boycott. If you cannot boycott an essential, that is okay, just boycott every where you can.

What are examples of essentials?

Internet, baby formula, medications, hospitals, banking. Things that you cannot live without and cannot find an alternative to are exempt from boycotts.

What are examples of non-essentials that are not exempt?

Soft drinks/soda pop, juice, name brand items, movie theaters, chains (domino's, walmart, target, pizza hut), leasure items

How do I personally benefit from boycotting?

You get your voice heard. You get to be a part of a great cause without having to spend any money. You get to try new things (in my country Cuba Cola has gained new popularity as Coca-Cola is boycott). You get to save money. By not spending money on non-essentials you save a lot of money you may not even realise you spent. It gives you more of an opportunity to shop local and learn what you have around you. You can learn a new skill. Instead of going to starbucks you can learn that creating signature drinks is fairly simple and a lot cheaper. You may even get health benefits. By not buying items such as junk food or by making a homemade version of something you will most likely have a positive impact on you health!

You also will not feel shame from supporting a genocide

No Thanks! Also has a store that sells Keffiyehs and more!

If you need help finding alternatives to products on the boycott list send me a message.

[charyou-tree]

The far-right wants American politics to feel like having an abusive parent.

If you have an abusive Father lets say, you come to learn that you can't reason with him. You don't defy him or he hurts you, and trying to explain your point of view never works, so eventually you give up trying. Your only goal is to manage interactions with him so you don't get hurt.

So instead, when you need something, you go to your Mother instead, because you might actually have a chance of influencing her behavior. So, if she's not able to get you something, say, because Father controls the bank accounts, you might get angry with Mother instead because she chose not to listen to you this time! Father never listens, so you don't even consider that a failure, that's just "normal". That's just how Father is. Mother is usually nice, she just decided to be mean!

This is why republican controlled legislatures don't pass anything except tax cuts for themselves. The whole plan is to prove the idea of "Government Never Helps" by example. Why? To make the party who promised to use the government to help people look bad, so that the people who voted for that party blame them for betraying their voters, instead of blaming the wannabe oligarchs stonewalling progress for the last 40 years. The republican party follows the same playbook every time:

Cut taxes and dump money into your buddy's company

Companies get rich(er) and hire people to expand, unemployment temporarily goes down

Lack of government revenue makes budgets tight, and times seem good so we "have to" cut social services (because raising taxes makes you look like the bad guy, and the democrats already are a minority party)

Massive corporate power results in billions of dollars being taken from working people, resulting in increasing poverty, homelessness, social problems in general, made worse by the lack of social services

"Democrats never deliver on their promises, voting doesn't work, both sides are evil, there's no point in trying to change things"

Young people and leftists stay home, republican majority is elected

goto 1.

The democratic party has held a veto-proof majority exactly once in the last 40 years, for about 8 months during the Obama administration. (Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Party_divisions_of_United_States_Congresses) That was the last-best-chance we had at getting anything useful done, every other time has had one or more republican majorities blocking progress.

It pisses me off so much to see the short-sighted leftists on the internet talking about how "voting doesn't work" and waxing poetic about how we need a revolution that they know damn well isn't coming. You know why voting doesn't seem to work? Because you smug idiots decided you were too good for it and won't do it!

If any of you think that adding yourselves to the "Did Not Vote" category will somehow cause American political leadership to stop flirting with fascism please block me right now. I am disgusted with how many people who bitch and moan about how awful our government is can't be bothered to do the BARE FUCKING MINIMUM about it.

We have a government made of conservative old people because conservatives and old people ALWAYS VOTE.

If y'all don't even vote, you're not fighting a revolution. Grow up.

[bingbongsupremacy]

The Alter

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Warnings: Pet name Baby, Really short oneshot

Summary: On the day of your wedding, Jason chooses Robin over you.

*Not Proof Read*

*****

" Five minutes! " The wedding coordinator shouts from down the hallway. I nervously chew on my lip.

Where is he?

" Don't do that, you'll mess up your lipstick. " Raven gently pushes my hand away. " He'll be here. He...probably forgot his tux or something. You know how he is. " She rolls her eyes.

I let out a nervous chuckle and sit back against one of the chairs. " You're right. He can be so forgetful. "

I hope he just forgot.

The minutes seem to pass by quickly. Raven's eyebrows twitch as her eyes look past my body.

" Y/N..." Gar's voice rings out nervously.

My eyes shoot towards the green haired boy, worried something might have happened to Jason. " Did something happen to Jason? " I ask, getting out of my chair. " Is he alright? What hospital? "

Gar shakes his head. " No, he's not hurt. At least I don't think he is...He's 2 hours away at a bank robbery. Bruce tracked him down when he wasn't answering his phone. "

My heart sinks.

How could he?

He promised today would be our day. Only our day.

I clench my jaw. " You're lying. He's coming. He has to come! He-he fucking promised me, Gar. He promised. "

This has to be some stupid joke. A really unfunny stupid joke.

" Y/N..." Raven places her hand gently on my shoulder.

I brush it off, trying to regain my composure. " He's coming. We're waiting until he gets here. "

I don't have to look up to see the looks of pity. The feeling of their eyes on my body is enough to cause my stomach to twist.

We're going to be here a while.

______

The guests left.

One by one they slowly trickled out of the double doored chapel. I didn't miss the looks of pity and whispers of what might of happened as they walked past.

I still waited.

He'd show up sooner or later. He has to. He promised.

Eventually most of the team left as well with promises to check in on me. They had lives to get back to. People to go see.

Finally the doors open.

He's here.

Heavy footsteps run through the hallway, echoing off the tall walls. " Y/N...."

I don't respond.

His breath is shallow, like he's been running for a while. " Shit, I'm so sorry, baby. "

Of course he is.

" I-I didn't think the job'd last that long-"

" You promised. " I spit, finally looking up at the man. His hair is slick with sweat. He's still in his suit, blood splattered in numerous spots. " You fucking promised me Jason. "

" I know but- "

I don't let him finish. " No. You're always doing this. You're always putting me second. Do you know how humiliating it was to sit here and wait for you? You left me at the alter. " I stand up, anger seeping through my pores. " You never think about me. You're-you're addicted to the praise. You live for high of danger. What about me? I asked for one day. One fucking day! And that was too much for you! "

Guilt floods Jason's features. He swallows harshly.

" I've stood by you through everything. You've missed my birthday, our anniversary, my fucking graduation and now you've missed our wedding. You will never put me first. " I take a deep breath. Tears sting that back of my eyes. " So I need to put me first. I'm done, Jason. I can't do this with you anymore. I need someone who gives a fuck about me. "

Jason's eyes widen in realization. Panic floods his face. " What? Y/N-Baby please! We can-I can fix this. I swear to god I'll fix this. "

I shake my head. " No. We're done Jason. " I harshly brush some tears from my face.

" Y/N! Please. " Jason begs, taking a step towards me.

I blow past him towards the door. " Take care of yourself Jason. Hope your job's worth it. "

The large wooden doors of the church clatter behind me. With every step a small pinch of relief floods my body.

I'm going to be okay. With or without Jason Todd.

[duchessofostergotlands]

I want to say something about Kate visiting the baby bank today: first at all, I'm glad she did it, I think it was smart programming the visit now, at the beginning of the spring, because this is the time people clean their closet and give away the clothes they and/or their children have grown out of. However, and what I'm about to say doesn't reflect on today Kate's engagement, it baffles me how food banks are always framed as proof of people's generosity and not as the government's failure. I mean, I'm fine with royals visiting them and making deals with companies to provide goods and gifting them fridges but it makes me made when Rishi Sunak or Biden does it because there is a link between their policies and people having to rely on the genosity of strangers to survive. They volunteer in centers as if poverty is a chronic disease that can't be beaten and not the result of their policies.

You're right about food banks and such, I agree entirely. I'm saying that up front because the way I write can sound really blunt and I want you to know that it's not how I'm saying it in my head, we're on the same page about the important stuff! But 1) we can natter on about how they shouldn't exist until the cows come home - in fact, most charities shouldn't exist if society functions properly - but you can't erase poverty overnight and in the meantime people can't feed and clothe their children today, tomorrow and the day after. It's shameful that in a wealthy country we have so many children living - and dying - in poverty, but we do so I think anyone who sees others in distress and takes action in the way they can to try and meet the immediate, urgent need is doing more than most of us and that is commendable and 2) most importantly, Kate is not Rishi Sunak. I have seen Tory politicians visiting food banks and praising them and my reaction to that is the same as your reaction! The Tories caused this and so when they go to a food bank it feels like blatant cruelty, looking someone in the eye when you put them in this position and then acting like you can't do anything when in reality you just don't want to. But Kate's not a politician. She didn't cause poverty. And she can't be partisan so even if she agrees with us she absolutely cannot say that. If you think about it your message could go for literally any charity they visit or project they set up. Think about all the mental health in schools work. Kate set up Mentally Healthy Schools. If our government stepped in and provided mental health support in every school, mandatory training for school staff, and better financial resources then Mentally Healthy Schools wouldn't need to exist. It is a product of our government's failures, just like baby banks are. But the bulk of Kate's job is to champion charities, frame them as an example of the best of British society, and not mention the government's failures. That's constitutional monarchy for ya!

[harveyb-wabbit92]

[Akari takes Dan (Ultraseven) and Shin (Zero) through the ARD customs where the scanners start to short out when scanning Dan.]

Security officer, into his radio: Shut it down!

[The guard is silence by the person on the other end.]

Security officer: What? You sure?....Okay.

[The guard turns to the Moroboshi family.]

Security officer: Sorry for the inconvenience, sir. Somethings wrong with our scanner, it seems to think your dead.

Dan: Ah, yes. I was listed as missing in action a few years back.

Officer: Regardless of the reason, my captain wants to see you at her station, just pass the doors up front you can't miss it.

{The three do as the officer instructed, they are greeted by a tired looking woman in her early 40s waiting for them.]

Captain Akine : Yes. I see the problem already Mr. Moroboshi, my console says your dead...

Dan: How can you be so sure that it's truly me and not someone pretending to be me?

Captain Akine: This outpost has the best scanners on earth that money can buy, It could get DNA off of skin flakes. Plus, I'm fairly sure it's you. You worked with my father after all.

Dan: Your father?

Captain Akine: *Nods* Sugo.

Dan: Sugo's child...Right, he did have a girlfriend he was talking about marriage last I heard.

Captain Akine: Right, Now. Let's focus on your situation. Now usually, you'd have to go through security admin to reactivate your IDs, Then through Customs and immigration for a citizenship card to gain access to both the Alien refugee and Earth residential districts themselves, and then maybe visit the Bank while your at it: spending 50 years dead is popular tax dodge...

[Dan and Shin looked blue in the face causing Akari to snicker at them.]

Captain Akine: But.. I can see you're a busy man. So how about I just press this little button here, and we call it done?

Shin: Is that even legal?

Captain Akine: Would you rather sit in stuffy room for hours with 60 other people waiting for some machine to call your number just so you can fill out what is essentially just the same form 50 times over? or would you rather take my shortcut?

Dan: Do it.

Captain Akine, presses the button: There now you're already to go, enjoy your stay in the ARD and try to stay out of trouble, tensions are high enough already.

Akari, as they're leaving the station: You got lucky it was her that flagged you guys down and not the other captain.

Shin: Does the other captain not like Aliens sharing space with humans?

Akari, looks disgusted: He had lady Valky who runs a bakery a few blocks from here arrested. Her crime? For having a human son! He had that poor woman held up in interrogation for hours cos' he was so convinced that she had kidnapped the boy; despite everyone showing him the proof that she had adopted the kid...

Shin: That's awful.

Akari: Yeah...Luckily, everything was ok in the end; The UFG stepped in and he back off, but that fool had no idea how close he came to starting a riot on both sides with his narrow mindedness... My place is this way.

[Akari proceeded to show her father and brother around the Alien refugee district before taking them junkyard she was living in.]

[atypical-irritant]

I think it goes without saying, but the general concept and key points surrounding syscourse are idiotic. What else is new when you're talking about internet centere discourse, I know. Still, seeing it's effects on the greater plural community really get on my nerves. That anyone takes any of it seriously when arguments commonly subsist of demonizing the opposition and seeing who can scream their point loudest. If it doesn't start that way, it eventually devolves into it when one side runs out of rebuttals.

There is, of course, the fact that when you're talking about people having to defend their very existence against a group adamant that said existence is impossible or a threat to them, things are bound to get personal. I'll admit. It's the lack of self awareness that gets under my skin, especially from those more aggressively assured in their stance.

To be more specific, self proclaimed anti-endogenic systems who go out of their way to harass and discredit endogenic systems regardless of what they say, are a stain and detriment to the plural community. Coming from a group stigmatized, demonized, and outright denied to exist by society, even in the psychology field you so often site as the proof of your point, and to turn around and do the same to another is pathetic and shameful. The lack of perspective and refusal to attempt the slightest amount of nuance or self awareness makes us all look bad.

I'm aware many involved in these arguments are minors, so of course they resort to mockery and regurgitating topic points without much forethought. We, as a community, shouldn't turn a blind eye to this and especially not encouraging it. Those more mature or experienced should be setting an example, not passively ignoring things in an attempt to not make fighting worse. There is a difference between not adding fuel to the fire and being complacent with the damage its causing.

That is not to say all tension between endogenic and traumagenic systems is unfounded or irrelevant. For example, many things written for or by endogenic systems can be actively harmful for some traumagenic systems if applied, especially things more spiritual in nature, but no issue will ever be properly addressed if everyone is too busy having to justify their existence at every turn.

Projecting and misdirecting your pain at others stunts progress. Not to mention I've sat for years watching the same stale points being parroted like some righteous mantra.

No one is "wasting resources", the internet isn't a food bank.

There is more to psychology than a perpetually outdated textbook written by humans just as susceptible to bias and prejudice as you, perhaps even more.

If someone is mistaken about or can't remember how they came to be, it's not your right to forcibly correct them. It's arrogant to assume you know a stranger better than they do, not to mention egotistical given the context.

Demanding undeniable proof of someone's existence straight to their face is still one of the most asinine things I've ever heard. I still can't believe how common that is, do you all hear yourselves?! Not to mention it's scientifically impossible to prove a negative as even the most proven theories are still theories.

That's just to name a few, but you get the point. People existing in a similar way but by different means isn't the intrusion you think it is; traumagenic systems don't own the concept of having multiple people shoved in one mind. Watching so many act like they do in the name of "scientific fact" and "fighting misinformation", as if they aren't actively doing the exact opposite, is infuriating.

It was never about what's fact from faking; you just did what humans have done for centuries. You found something different you didn't understand and wanted it gone. That we put up with this as a fact of life within social plural spaces shows we've failed as a community.

As a disclaimer: I'm only referring to posts and arguments via posts within the community tags and other publically available formats. I'm aware "argument" is a light word when things often escalate to outright death threats, organized harassment groups, and other forms of blatant intimidation. When someone has taken an argument so far as to legitimately try and silence the opposition to that degree, the actual points were abandoned and things have become personal. Here, I'm only focused on the repercussions of segregating an entire community in a way that requires divulging sensitive and private information, like a trauma history, and the hypocrisy of those most vocal.

If there is anyone reading this who doesn't agree trying to push a stranger to suicide or otherwise put them in physical danger is going too far, regardless of their stance on internet plural discourse, then what I've written was likely wasted on you anyway.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Meanwhile back at our epic bank heist!

*As driving, Imposter looks at the road*

The roads sure seem trouble to drive... are we there yet?

We are nearly there, just about an hour before we get to the bank, be sure you all are ready...

I see... thank you...

Man, I'm getting nervous of all this driving; I wish I had some music to play or something...

Unless you want to get caught then I recommend against it.

boo, you suck lemon boy!

Now now, let's not fight - will get there soon...

Still, at least the roads aren't as bad as they were in India, I swear the Naxalites they were much worse...

The Naxalites? What are those...?

The Naxalites are a terrorist organization in India, they did start to decline around 2013 when the tragedy started - in fact I was only 3 when when they were formed so my parents did speak about them or at least my mother did.

They make claims that they represent the poorest and most socially marginalized members of Indian society but in reality they committed numberous crimes; from waged guerrilla warfare, have disrupted infrastructure by damaging transportation, communication, and power lines so hearing that stuff was common where I'm from, especially as they tend to target business men which even my parents move to Japan when I was in middle school.

But yet again, you Ultimate Desparis are no different from them honestly, given you all committed war crimes, cause terrorism and the stuff you did as well, right?

...I can't deny your claims.

Mr. Hakoda... can we not discuss this right now?

Why? I think given what our organization is for and he works for Junko Enoshima, it makes sense to suspect him, wouldn't it?

Besides, who's to say that after we get the briefcase - he'll run off with it or destroy it? Will never know for sure with that and unless I see proof then I'm gonna have my doubts...

...

...

[straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept]

So, the archer is like the perfect song to describe the autistic experience of unmasking for the first time imo. And that's basically what I'm going to write about in this post so here we go.

The first verse starting off with challenging herself on her desires, because of the effect that media has on her, is such an autistic coded line to me personally. "Combat, I'm ready for combat, I say I don't want that but what if I do?" Just perfectly describes how difficult it can be as an undiagnosed autistic person to figure out what aspects of your personality are real and which parts are for show.

Pairing that with "cruelty wins in the movies, ive got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you" is such a great line to further my autistic analysis of this song because like idk this is just autism to me. Or rather, this is what it feels like to learn that I'm autistic and revisit my entire memory bank with this knowledge trying to figure out what I actually desire out of life. The admission here that you take your cues from movies can also be seen as an autistic admission of masking through popular media.

I know for me, once I started dating my current partner, I really had to unlearn a lot of unrealistic expectations I developed through watching TV as a child. Now that I know I'm autistic, I can see how those movie ideals affected the way I interact and behave. I also think that the tension here between what she says and what her thoughts are reveal a disconnect of not knowing who you truly are because you've been masking for so long that your entire personality is just what appeals to the broadest group of strangers.

Then we get into the core fear running throughout the song, "who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay?" Is such a HEARTBREAKING lyric. Like there are so many ways you can talk about this lyric but if you're viewing it through an autistic lens, this lyric really gets to the heart of the brokenness that many undiagnosed autistic adults feel.

You've crafted such an artifical version of yourself that is appealing to people that they're initially attracted to you, but the cost of keeping that mask up gets unrealistic and once it starts to slip and you should people your "true" colors, you start losing them. They can't stay, once they see who you really are.

I've felt this way my entire life, like I'm just an awful self-centered human being who is unlovable and fakes things for attention, and my compulsive lying as a kid was proof of that instead of proof that I was trying so hard to present an acceptable mask without even knowing that's what I was doing.

Then we get the second verse, where she explains why she feels like nobody could stay with her and she points to her desire to "search for your dark side," even if she's alright being in the present moment with people. She can't help but feel like people who are "too" nice are hiding something from her, which can be seen as another autistic feeling because so many of us do this esp undiagnosed adults!!

We don't value people who don't seem to want anything from us because it feels "too good to be true," and then she says "I cut off my nose just to spite my face and hate my reflection for years and years." This is another thing that undiagnosed autistic people can do, there is high comorbidity between autism and EDs for example. Like, she is saying here that she's so unhappy with herself that she punishes herself with her ED and this makes her feel like a bad person who "deserves to be alone." I think that this is something a lot of autistic people can relate to, in particular.

Then we get "I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost" which is something my autism has actually done to me before. Like, I've gone to bed anxious and that anxiety just compounds in my sleep until I wake up and pace through my house until I calm down. I'm not saying she's doing it cause she's autistic, but I am saying that my autistic ass relates to this lyric in this particular way. Especially this idea of walking up feeling like the room is on fire with invisible smoke, and the way that she repeats "help me hold onto you," which is such an honest admission of needing help to see the truth.

Like, the anxiety here and the desire she feels to not let it ruin her relationship to the point where she is asking her partner "help me hold onto you," because she knows she can't do it on her own because her thoughts are too dark to let her see the reality of their situation at times like this.

And then we get the most autistic part of the song to me, the bridge where she basically repeats the sentiment "they see right through me, I see right through me, do you see right through me?" This to me is like the epitome of the masked autistic experience. This is how I felt my entire life, this is how I looked for a connection my entire life, wanting someone to see who I am but dreading it at the same time because you don't want to be rejected for things you can't change about yourself.

Oh and then the part about "all the kings men couldn't put me together again" is how it feels to realize that you've been using sex and male approval to soothe the fear that you have that you're unlovable and then pairing it with "all of my enemies started out friends" is such a raw admission of feeling like you're the problem all the time, because you've made all your friends hate you.

The archer just hits all the fears I had as an undiagnosed autistic person and it transports me back to a time where I still felt that way and I didn't know that I'm actually pretty fucking normal and not broken at all and that's why even though I adore the song, it hurts way too much to stream consistently for me.

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 008: Medusa and Mysterio

MASTERPOST

ASM 62-67

This entry's very compelling, but what a mess.

In this first issue, Peter says that he has ~never fought a female before~.

*snickers* Oooh this is going to be a good one.

This Medusa attacks with her hair and is apparently part of the Inhumans.

...THOSE Inhumans?

Oh Lord.

So she's there to test the Average Joe or something, which Peter definitely isn't.

More importantly, someone has my name! Love his suit, less fond of his face. He's giving Magnus McGilded (real name) or whatever name you know him under (Cosney Megundal for me).

See the likeness? To be fair, I dig the suit.

So Medusa's here for peace and giggles, but capitalism immediately rears its head and that blond guy above ask her to participate in a shampoo add. Which causes all sort of questions. How would she get paid? She doesn't have a human bank account (presumably), she doesn't care about human money (for now, presumably) and she sets up even more unrealistic standards for the human race (which. is interesting. there's something there. but anyway). And when McGilded/Bliss (...) offers to make a contract, she doesn't care and he's overjoyed. This story better hope it's a communist manifesto.

Even with these panels, I can say Peter's a handsome guy.

Meanwhile Osborn and Jameson are acting like an old married couple and I never thought I'd say this but it makes sense! Do they have a ship name? Osbon? Jamesorn? I'll listen to your suggestions!

The source of Norman's internal conflict is that he's progressively remembering about the times he dressed in drag and was a queen of BDSM with young jock DILF-seeker Peter Parker as partner. Norman hasn't been slaying for a while, and it's time he dons the cloth once again!

*snickers*

McGilded says he'll pay Medusa in fame, which is absolutely a scam, younglings, don't fall for it. She agrees with me and tells the producer to get rekt.

The producer motivates Peter to go fight Medusa fists first, questions later (which makes complete sense, remember when he fought the Human Torch?) and Peter has this to say:

"That's the trouble with women... they just can't keep their mouths shut!"

That is not very slay of you, Peter. Give back your woke badge, you're making me want to go read The Killing Joke.

By now, Peter begs every being he fights to not use up all his webbing, as it's very expensive. Peter, you sound like a broken record.

Peter also accuses me, a respected member of the Homiesexual community, of being a liar. This is a hate crime.

In the end, Peter gets back at McGilded, but can't get his mind off Gwen. This issue is gold and we, commies of the 21st century, deeply appreciate it.

This is a good thing, since the Vulture (apparently still alive) is going all Shadow the Hedgehog on us.

So here I was, enjoying a dark story about the Vulture avenging his name and Spidey having trouble with the rain when I was assaulted by an advertisement:

This sent me in a deep dive: who was Donald O. Bolander?

"Donald O Bolander is the author of books such as Instant Synonyms and Antonyms."

Fascinating biography. Don is/was like that one author you subscribe to for one article, who spams you every week with incredibly boring newsletters, but you can never seem to get the courage to suppress them from your daily life. Somehow, they've become part of your waking hours.

We got a bit more information here if you're curious. Anyway, he died in 2010, but look at you, Donald. It's 2023 and you're still making an impact on our lives. Godspeed!

Anyway, Peter goes back home and goes to sleep in his drenched Spidey costume, which is probably bad but I can't say I ever had this specific experience so you do you. He can't fall asleep because his brain keeps acting up, and this is once again proof that Peter has ADHD, thanks for coming to my TED talk.

Peter has internalized homophobia and thus can't ask Harry to give in to his urges and massage his back, but one other interesting thing happens: Vietnam.

So War on Vietnam has been mentioned a few times during these comics. It's not condemned, which is interesting because by 1968, there were definitely people speaking out against it. I think the writers might have wanted to speak out too, but weren't necessarily allowed to do so -- at least, not at that moment. I'm curious to see if the characters go against it.

Someone knocks, and it's Norman, who's considerably less nice than before. Repression!

So that issue was a fun one, the final battle (Vulture vs Vulture vs Spider-Man) incorporated well both Peter's Spidey and civillian lives. I don't care for the Vulture, but the soap opera is great!

The Vulture's attack continues and Robbie Robertson gets a chance to appear, to my usual delight (although I haven't mentioned him until now, he's a reasonable figure in Peter's life and these are usually rare in these comics. In fact, he directly notices that Spidey mentions him by name and figures it's someone he knows. Good going!

Meanwhile MJ gets a dated haircut, Anna and May are still in love with each other, and Anna really thinks her niece's hair are too masculine. Aaah, the Sixties. Gwen still has her long hair and shows off her legs, so she's a much better candidate for a Parker romance, obviously. Gwen's father suddenly recovered from his memory loss - as is known to happen, see the previous arc - so everything's fine again between Peter and Gwen.

Peter uses his smarts and beats the Vulture, but falls unconscious in the street... Will he get unmasked?

I mean, I could absolutely see it, SM2-way.

It so happens that Papa Stacey is here and will *not* let anybody unmask his favorite hero in his presence. He says he wouldn't do it without a legal expert. I wonder what he means by that.

One character mentions it's election year, and I wonder if it's going to be a prominent storyline. Is Osborn mayor already? Is he going to become mayor? Hm.

At this point, both Peter and Norman have been absent for a while and I have to wonder if people thought they had eloped or something. A politician, having a secret relationship with a younger male? Never seen that before!

Meanwhile MJ cameos to scare all of us. Is she in her Cats costume?

So Peter's in prison, he fakes helping prisoner so that he and Captain Stacey get out safely, but Spidey reaffirms his distrust in the legal system by saying that nope, he's not gonna wait for Stacey to testify to his innocence to leave prison. No way.

What a chad.

In the next issue (66), Mysterio's back! Which is nice.

I'm side-eyeing everyone who says TASM2 had too much going on.

Afterwards, the Marvel editors try to figure out how to give fanservice while not summoning their cis male reader base's homophobia. So far, the results have been middling. Either stick to what you were doing before, or show us more skin!!!

He loves dramatic entrances, and I'm here for them!

However, Peter once again questions his character development. Uncle Ben's principles are nice and all, but Peter's starving and needs money.

At least, Peter and Gwen are finally together! That's nice to see, at last. They didn't kiss yet (due to the CCA? nah). At the coffee shop where they go, Robbie and Captain Stacey talk together and reassure themselves that their interest in Spider-Man is strictly professional (in bold in text, twice!!). These men are not doing anything to beat the allegations.

Meanwhile... the Goblin is back! Norman talks to himself and says that his son is "lily-livered" and I'm sure he'd use a gay slur if he was allowed to (he'd be right, but that's not the subject).

Afterwards, Peter finds back his aunt who's absolutely terrified by the telly, which is a Thing that May Does. She's ridiculously fragile, but she's also gay so I can't help but love her.

Here's a small tangeant: we've been seeing the No More outfit (yellow vest, blue pants) for a while now. It's nice to see continuity like that!

So Peter's dead.

I mean. Not really. He's just miniaturized and placed in an amusement park. It's just like in Silent Hill 3! He has now a six inches............... size. Of course.

The visuals are very entertaining - Romita is creative.

Meanwhile, Aunt May is with her ~dear friend Anna~, who takes care of her. Yeah, I'm sure.

Randy, Robbie's son is introduced! Didn't expect that, but I'm happy that Robbie gets some development. The regular (soap side) cast keeps getting bigger...

Overall, it was a quite entertaining series of issues.

After a very entertaining fight, this issue - and post - ends on this. I had a vague feeling of déjà vu when I saw that, so I checked the cover and first page of the next issue and yeah - we're about to enter year 1969 and its Tablet storyline! I've read this one (as told in the masterpost) but I'll be curious to revisit it, especially as I don't recall the Goblin having any involvement.

But before we get there, we have three issues to read in the next post: Spectacular Spider-Man 1 & 2 + Annual 5.

Next time: Black-and-white pages?! :(

[stillmind2]

Don't Leave Me Alone

(Cont.)

Blurb from the previous episode: Markus was the most wanted college student in this prestigious academy, studying physics. He was the apple of most girls' eyes and a top stud. He was, by all standards of today's society, living the life. But then, at the school cafeteria, he met Althea, a woman who would turn his world upside down.

Literally and figuratively. He couldn't have enough of her, and vice versa.

Exotic, gorgeous, and smart, she eventually disclosed her reasons for being where she was. But by the time she did so, he was already hooked on her, almost bewitched. He has never been the same since that encounter.

This is their story.

~o~

What happened next would make Ray Bradbury envious.

Althea slowly started displaying abilities that only a different human species could. Smartly, she introduced Markus gradually to what she could do in order for him not to panic.

Not small deeds either, but enough to realize he was in the presence of a very special woman beyond what he already knew.

She decided to come clean and explained that she owned ancient abilities that all humans had in the distant past, including telekinesis, telepathy, and magnetic levitation.

Markus tilted his head and smirked. A smirk with marked sarcasm.

“Babe,” she said. "Either you want to know or you don’t, but don’t dismiss this knowledge too soon. Your face will stay red in embarrassment for quite a long time.”

“I’m listening, love, but you can't blame me for being skeptical. I’m not saying it to you, but my head wonders, ‘What in the world is she talking about?’"

“That’s why I’m explaining it to you the best way I can. I'll slowly show you proof that what I’m saying is true. All I ask of you is to please don’t freak out and, most importantly, keep an open mind. Also, know that humans today are blind to these effects because of collective amnesia. I’ll explain how that happened at another time. But first things first.”

“Althea, you have my full attention. You know I’m open-minded already, and you know I’m overly curious, and being with you is an experience I've never had before with anyone else.”

"Great! I love to hear that! Let’s begin.”

Althea gets up, closes her eyes, and says to Markus, “Do you see the 75-gallon fish tank over there? Watch carefully,”

To his bewilderment, Markus observed the whole thing move from its stationary space across the room to the other side, but not before stopping in mid-air, spinning a few times, and continuing to its designed destination. Slowly descending to the now empty table where his computer used to be and landing on it without spilling one drop of aquarium water.

Only then did Althea open her eyes, smile, and look at Markus, who by now had his hand on his mouth in amazement and disbelief.

“How did you do that?!?” he asked, half freaking out.

"Babe, you could do it too, if the world hadn't been taken over by the Shadow Lords." I'll get to that later. Now watch this.

“Go by the window and look outside,” she said. “Remember you were telling me that the rose plants in the garden failed to recover from the last freeze you had a year ago?”

"Of course. It was terrible."

"Alright. Watch this."

Right before his eyes, the plants slowly started to turn green, and before too long, they were flowering with huge red roses, bigger than the time he remembered them. Way bigger.

“Holy Komoly! They came alive again in less than a minute!”

“Intention,” she said. “That’s all you need.”

“Intention? Wait. what does that mean? I intend to get ten million out of the bank. How would that work, then?

“Hahaha! Maybe that's how you guys lost the ability. I’m unfamiliar with the details, but greed, gluttony, and avarice were part of what doomed your present race, babe.”

“Well, I’m beyond impressed, but answer my question. Can that be done?”

“Are you willing to pay the consequences, hun? Everything has a price, a cause, and an effect. You know that.”

“So, it’s possible, but I will get caught. Is that it?”

“I don’t know that. But the price might not be what you think; a punishable offense by the laws of men. Karma could be the result of your own actions. Think of it as a guilty conscience, a term your race is familiar with.”

“Hm. Better not, then. I think I understand what you’re trying to tell me. I wasn’t being serious, anyway.

“I’m happy to know that, babe,” Althea said with a fresh smile on her face.

“Intention is paramount; this gift that is not in your nature any longer is partly because your race misused it for all the wrong reasons; warring between yourselves, forgetting that you are all the same, and other aggravations that were, truthfully, self-punishing.”

“Why did we do that? Why weren't we told?; where was the guidance?”

“I believe the problem was your people just weren’t ready. It was a mistake by the ancients to provide you all with these abilities. No one thought you could be so ruthless with each other. Not to this degree.”

“What else did we have that we’ve lost?” a curious Markus asked.

“I’ll show you. Come with me.”

They walked into the garden, now a paradise of nature with everything blooming, and went to the center.

“I’m hot and dizzy, ‘Thea. Is this normal?

“Not sure, but probably. It’ll pass. Most importantly, don’t attract it; ignore it."

A light breeze caressed their faces and increased as soon as he finished manifesting his complaint.

The sun wasn’t as strong as clouds began to cover it.

“Wow! It’s gone! I feel fine again. Althea, did you do that?

“Oh, no, did not. You must have done it, like I said, by disengaging from the thought. Well done, man! You’re learning quickly!” Althea said, grinning.

“OK, we are standing here. What for?”

“How many things needed fixing here in the garden?” asked Althea

“Improvement, you mean? Not much; the garden is fine.”

“Is it? How about the fountain that stopped working, the birds’ bath? And the fence that has seen better days, or the neglected pool full of leaves from two years ago? Shall I notice more?

“Ok, you got me there. That is true. I suppose I could have done a better job, but I procrastinated and was all alone. Then you showed up, and you know what happened,” Markus said with a flirty expression.

“So, the garden isn’t fine. Recognition, not pretension, is key. Let’s fix it, shall we? Althea retorted.

“Yes, ma’am, responded Markus. You can do that?!?”

Without replying, Althea again closed her eyes, grabbed Markus's hand, and stood there.

Nothing happened for a minute, and Markus didn’t dare break the silence, so he waited and surveyed her face.

He hadn’t seen such splendor in a woman’s face ever. It was like she had an interior light surfacing unannounced, but amazingly clear.

Her exotic looks were prevalent as the wind blew strands of hair on her cheeks and forehead, and in that silence, Markus felt completely stunned by such natural beauty. It was the first time he noticed her features for that length of time in the outdoors. He could hardly contain himself from kissing her and making love to her there, in this magic garden, for a complete and glorious experience.

And then, just as she predicted, all the things that a minute ago were dysfunctional or broken started coming to life again, like sorcery.

Althea opened her eyes and looked around, marveling at the change.

“Oh, wow!!!” she said excitedly.

Markus felt sad that his beautiful, silent, and magical moment ended.

But then she turned and hugged him tightly, almost as if it was all his doing.

“Thank you, babe!” Look at what we did!”

“What did I do?”

“Without your intention, it wouldn’t have been possible!”

“But it wasn’t me. All I did was stand here, holding your hand. I had no idea why. I was just following what you said we’d be doing.”

“We held hands, and the power of affection and the intent of our thoughts made it all possible. Look at the results! Everything is working beautifully again!” she said euphorically.

“How could it be possible? How does that work?”

“It’s a bit complicated, and I don’t have all the perfect terminology to be able to explain it; I can hardly understand it myself, but I know it’s got to do with part-time travel, part telekinesis, and magnetic levitation. Your kind would be more familiar with the term teleportation," she continued, laughing.

“Wait, who are you then, a visitor from the future? An advanced being for us in this timeframe, and despite that, a visitor from a different dimension? You mention ‘your kind’. Why?”

“Yep. I’m your favorite tourist! Any complaints? No? Then, let’s go inside and make wild, altered senses, kinetic love. All that fixing up put me in the mood.”

Markus found himself speechless at this point.

~o~

[lapata-lupt]

Good day, I'm so sorry I'm in your ask and I don't know you personally, I'm a single mother who got a divorce after I came out as transmasc, things got really though afterwards(details in the link below), I tried to get help even on here but I got non cause I didn't want to enter people's ask and be tagged scam, but now I have to,cause it's not just about me, I have a 3 years old daughter and this was her first Christmas and new year without her dad and It wasn't close to anything she experiences when we were all together which made her so sad as i couldn't afford many things she's use to getting easily and it broke my heart seeing how sad she was, Her birthday is coming up and i wish to make it up to her, But I need money to sort that and other overwhelming situations without having to crawl back to her dad who hasn't even called to check on her since we got divorced, please help me, I've been blamed enough by family and friends for my current state. I can deal with that but I can't deal with my daughter being sad during the days that used to be one of her happiest days of the year because of my decision, that is getting to me so please help me. Feel free to check for proof on my page, But please help me I beg you, I'm desperate for my daughter's happiness.The previous story is in the link for better knowledge of my situation, And you can confirm how long I posted it by scrolling down my profile

I dont have any solid income and don't get any allowance from my parents, I just live with them. I also don't have a bank account to be able to transfer money. I am sorry. Good luck

[jemy26]

Twenty-six

Twenty-six is the flower every four weeks Each time our acid peaks  Abby's smiles and cries Our million different tries Holding you close on the floor of the gym Getting dangerously jealous of every other him Becoming aroused by your gorgeous shoulders Fighting the rage each time it smolders Sitting on the opposite end of the bed Begging for you to hold my head Grabbing and kissing you as hard as I can You telling me that I'm not the same man We try and we try to make it right Crying and screaming our way through each fight Sitting in the field next to the marsh Not knowing my dad would die near there one march Twenty-six is the fear that we're not good enough Twenty-six is the proof that we're way beyond tough It's the way that we come and the way that we go The way that we learn that we just ought to know That pain is fuel for the bank of our love I'd still be next to you if it weren't for that shove Drunk as fuck to kill the noise No one rivals your perfect poise That needle that stops all the cares that you find But scares me to death and you don't seem to mind It's the grin on those who aren't us They twist and turn and cause a fuss But they don't know what powers it brings It causes our soul to die while it sings I miss you when you're right next to me But your eyes are closed so you can't even see You begged me to stop but you know that I won't  Just like you probably can but don't  Inside you is the best place to be Aroused as hell but it costs a fee Not money not love but life itself We give each other everything but store it on a shelf So young and so old the two of us are Our friendship and love got lost somewhere far It's time for this to end, we both know that's all But life without us would be useless and small

[aspenmissing]

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚢 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Dean is lying on the motel bed, which is vibrating, as he listens to music on his phone. He looks sort of blissful. Y/N is sat on the other bed, laying on her stomach, asleep. As Sam enters, Dean doesn't notice him.

"Hey," Sam smacks Dean on the boot. "Hey!" Y/N jolts awake.

"Hey. Man, you gotta try this. I mean, there really is magic in the Magic Fingers."

"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable."

"What is he supposed to do? I mean, you've got us on lockdown here, we're bored out of our skulls," Y/N says.

"Hey, you two were the bank robbers on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you two just walking into a government facility."

"Hmm," Sam waves a dismissing hand at Dean as he turns to go into the bathroom. The bed shuts to stillness. "Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?" Dean pulls out his headphones and gets up, slapping Y/N on the head playfully, crossing the room and leaning on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam is washing his face.

"No!" Dean goes to turn to Y/N, but as he turns, he sees her glaring at him.

"Don't even ask," she says.

"So, did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."

"But she seriously believes that she was...touched by an angel?"

"Yeah. Blinding light, feeling of spiritual ecstasy," Y/N looks at Sam sharply, her eyes slightly widened, "the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace."

"Oh yeah, you're right, sounds completely sane. What about the dude she stabbed?"

"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil."

"Was he?" Y/N asks.

"I don't know. I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, has lots of friends. He was a churchgoer."

"Hm. So, then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion. Know what I mean?"

"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit odd, don't ya think?"

"Well, a little odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"'Cause there's no such thing, Sam," Dean says.

"How do you know?" Y/N asks.

"Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted."

"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass," Sam sits down, total deadpan.

"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?"

"That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under 'bullcrap'."

"And you've got angels on the bullcrap list," Y/N says.

"Yep."

"Why?" Dean looks up.

"Because I've never seen one."

"So what?"

"So, I believe in what I can see."

"Dean! You, Y/N and I have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about."

"Exactly. With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a, a demon or a spirit. You know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into killing these randoms."

"Maybe," Dean rolls his eyes.

"Can we just- I'm going stir-crazy, man. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?"

"I was just there. Nothing. No sulphur, no EMF..."

"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Sam sighs and looks to Y/N, who is sat opposite him, shaking her head.

"But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway."

"Could be something at his house; it's worth checking out," Dean says eagerly.

"I wouldn't mind getting out of this room," Y/N says.

==

Y/N is driving as they pull up in front of Carl Gully's house. It is a moderate single-family home with steps leading up to the front door; to the left of the door is a plastic angel figure. Y/N mounts the steps and sees it.

"Oh hey, Sam. I think I found it," Dean gestures to the angel. "It's a sign from up above." He peers in the window.

"We're laughing on the inside," Y/N says. The two wander around back, through a gate, and Dean follows; they find a wooden storm cellar.

"You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations," Sam says.

"You think she literally meant the foundation?" Y/N asks. Sam, Dean, and Y/N open the creaking door and go down the steps, shining flashlights.

"Hm," Y/N notices scratches on a wall near the floor; she leans over to get a closer look.

"Hey."

"You got something?" Dean asks. Y/N digs at the wall and pulls something out.

"What is it?" Sam asks.

"It's a fingernail," the three share a look. Dean pulls out three shovels from the wall, and they begin to dig. Later, a deep pit has been completed to reveal a pile of skeletons.

"So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian."

"It's always the quiet ones," Y/N says.

"Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that."

==

Dean and Y/N are sat on the edge of the bed with a police radio in hand, listening. They look painfully bored.

"We've got a minor TA, involving a motorcycle and a, uh, van, this is at the corner of 28th and Pine, 28th and Pine." As Sam enters, Dean sighs and looks back sadly at the 'Magic Fingers' controller.

"D'you bring quarters?" Dean asks eagerly, almost desperately, looking back at the Magic Finger controller. Sam frowns at the controller.

"Dude! I'm not enabling your sick habit," Sam says, tossing a sandwich at Dean. He hands Y/N hers.

"You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies," Y/N says, as she takes a bite out of her sandwich.

"What are you talking about? I eat," Dean looks to Sam. "And we got news."

"Me too."

"All right, you go first," Y/N says.

"Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year. All of them were last seen at the library."

"Where Carl Gully worked."

"Yep."

"Sick bastard," Y/N says.

"So, Gloria's angel-"

"Angel?" Dean interrupts.

"Okay. Whatever this thing is..."

"Okay, well, whatever it is, it's struck again," Y/N says.

"What?"

"We were listening to the police radio before you got here. There was this guy, uh, Zach Smith, some local drunk; he went up to a stranger's front door last night, stabbed him in the heart."

"And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?"

"Yep. Roma Downey made him do it." Dean crosses the room to take a post-it note off the mirror. "Now, I, uh...got the victim's address."

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N clumbover the fence into the yard and sneak in through the window. Sam sits down at the computer as Dean and Y/N search the house.

"Find anything?" Sam asks, as Dean and Y/N walk into the room.

"Well, Frank liked his catalogue shopping, but that's about all I got," Y/N says.

"Not much here. Except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't...hold on." Sam presses a few buttons, then grins in triumph. "Not anymore. God."

"What?"

"Well, he's got all these emails. Dozen, to this lady named Jennifer." There is a short pause. "This lady who's thirteen years old."

"Oh, god," Y/N says, her face full of disgust.

"Oh, I don't want to hear this," Dean says.

"Looks like they met in a chat room. These emails are pretty personal, Guys. Look at that. Setting up a time and place to meet."

"Great."

"They were supposed to meet today."

"Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna stab someone, good timing. I don't know, man, this is weird, you know? I mean, sure, some spirits are out for vengeance, but this one's almost like a do-gooder, you know? Like, like a--"

"Avenging angel," Dean turns away. "Well, how else do you explain it, Guys? Three guys, not connected to each other, all stabbed through the heart? At least two were world-class pervs, and I bet if you dug deep enough on the other guy--"

"Hey," Y/N picks something up.

"What?" Sam and Dean ask.

"You said Carl Guller was a churchgoer, right?"

"Yeah?"

"What was the name of his church?"

"Uh...Our Lady of the Angels?" Sam says.

"Of course, that'd be the name," Dean mutters. Y/N holds up a church flier.

"Looks like Frank went to the same church."

==

Dean, Y/N, and Sam walk through the sanctuary of the church, speaking to a friendly-looking priest.

"So, you're interested in joining the parish?" Father asks.

"Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday."

"Where'd you say you lived before?"

"Uh..."

"Fremont, Texas," Y/N says.

"Yeah."

"Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there."

"Sure, yeah, no it's uh, Father O'Malley."

"Hmm, I know a Father Shaughnessy."

"Shaughnessy, exactly. What'd I say?"

"You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father," Sam says.

"And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here."

"Hey listen, I gotta ask- no offense, but uh, the neighborhood?" Y/N asks.

"Well, it's gone to seed a little, there's no denying that, but that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle, but in the meantime, you work your butt off."

"Huh. Yeah, we heard about the murders."

"Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine, I'd known them for years."

"And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" Sam asks.

"Yes. Misguided souls, to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder. It's tragic."

"So, you don't believe in those angel yarns, huh?" Y/N says.

"Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description." Sam nods to a painting on the wall.

"Father, that's Michael, right?"

"That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons. Holy force against evil."

"So, they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant?" Y/N says.

"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful. But, uh, yes, a lot of Scripture paints angels as God's warriors. 'An angel of the Lord appeared to them, the glory of the Lord shone down upon them, and they were terrified.' Luke. Two nine." Dean nods sagely.

"Well, thanks for speaking with us, Father."

"Oh, it's my pleasure. Hope to see you again."

"Hey, Father, what's, what is all that for?" Dean asks, seeing a collection of tribute items at the bottom of the steps.

"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here."

"Was?" Y/N asks.

"He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt."

"When did this happen?"

"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too. He was a good friend. I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But like I said, it's a tough neighborhood. Ever since he died, I've been praying my heart out."

"For what?" Sam asks.

"For deliverance. From the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I suppose."

"Well, Padre, thanks. We'll see you again," Y/N says. Father goes back inside; Dean, Sam, and Y/N investigate the shrine.

"Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there," Sam shifts uncomfortably. "And he knew all the other stiffs, because they went to church here, in fact, I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew," Y/N says.

"Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right about the time all this started happening?"

"Aw, come on, man, what's your deal?" Dean asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a skeptic, but since when are you all Mr., uh, 700 Club? No, seriously. From the git-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean, what's next, are you going to start praying every day?"

"He does," Y/N says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I do pray every day. I have for a long time," Dean looks startled.

"I often keep you busy when he does," Y/N says.

"The things you learn about a guy. Huh. Well, come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave." The crypt is a maze of stone hallways, with numerous stone angel figurines. They wander through slowly, Dean and Y/N a little ahead of Sam. As the twins go into another room, Sam stops, looking back at one of the angels. He frowns at it, and the entire room begins to shake. A brilliant light appears behind him and he turns, confused washing away to a look of awe. Dean and Y/N hurried back into the room.

"Sam, come on, get the lead out," they see Sam passed out on the floor, and rush over.

"Sammy? Sammy! Hey!" Y/N and Dean say. Sam jerks awake, groaning.

"Y'okay?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Yeah. 'M okay," Sam says, staring at the stone angel, stunned.

"Come on" Dean hauls Sam to his feet and the twins guid him into the sanctuary, a hand on his arm, and shuts the door behind them.

"You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you"

"Yeah. Yeah. Dean, I saw an angel"

"You..." Sam sits as Y/N pulls out a flask, unscrews it and hands it to him.

"All right. Here" Y/N says.

"I don't want a drink" Y/N shrugs, takes a swig.

"So, what makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?" Dean asks.

"It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like- peace"

"Like grace," Y/N adds. Sam looks to her confused but nods. He goes to ask her something but is cut off by Dean.

"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?"

"Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me; it knew who I was."

"It's just a spirit, Sam, Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds." Dean sits down on another pew. "Okay, let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You've just got to wait for some divine bat signal, is that it?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Great. I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" Y/N says.

"Actually, I did, Y/N. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will." Dean stands and starts pacing.

"Oh, this is, this is...I don't believe this."

"Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!"

"You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now." Y/N stands up and grips Dean's collar, staring him straight in the eye.

"You are so lucky that we are in a church because if we weren't you would be on the ground with a bloody nose!" She lets go of Dean's collar and turns to Sam.

"You know what, Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?"

"What, and this is an angel?"

"Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!"

"Okay, alright. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's--hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes thing easier" Dean sits again "I'll tell you who else had faith like that--Mom. She used to tell me and Theo when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me" Theo smiles sadly.

"I remember that" she says.

"You never told me that"

"Well, what's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?" There is a small pause "Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit"

[babygirldennis]

This shit is fake bby!!!

Here she is.. My masterpost of all the dumb, illogical bits of info contained within these s15 “leaks” that make me fairly confident they are complete bullshit. It also includes my little tinhat theories that have absolutely no evidence.

I will be putting it all under a Readmore in case you don't want to risk it or if you simply Do Not Care

First up, I'd like to point out that these call sheets repeatedly give very detailed backstories to characters that have few lines which conveniently paints a picture of each episode's plot. And I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong, but after looking at other similar casting calls, they only ever include the demographic and necessary skills.

Basically who in their right mind would write up casting calls that give away so many spoilers? Seems like that could cause and issue if they were leaked lol. But anyway that's my 1st point. But onto the actual content

So the conceit of this episode as a whole is that during the pandemic, the gang "gamed the system" and received three (3!) Loans to start businesses that went bankrupt. One of these businesses is implied to be the one started by dee and charlie who end up selling to Qanon shaman. Already this is so impossible baby.

1. We've already seen the gang try to get a loan and it didn't work. They don't have good ideas. Ur telling me, they managed to finagle 3 separate loans for 3 separate business ideas from an actual bank?

2. Maybe I just have bad reading comprehension but how does one have a business that is both fictitious and bankrupt?

3. If the customer is supposed to be Qanon shaman, an actual real life guy, why are the only descriptors white and male? They say he's shirtless so are they going to paint on all of the tattoos he has? And if so, doesn't that kind of ruin the dramatic reveal when charlie "throws in" the viking helmet? Why would he do that anyways? Sus.

Moving on

Alright this episode would fucking blow for obvious reasons but im going to refrain from looking at this through my gay dennis thruther lens because im biased.

Purely from a narrative standpoint, a woman hasn't been shown to be interested in dennis in nearly 5 years during the wade boggs episode. Ever since, every single woman he approaches has been actively creeped out by him. And now I'm supposed to believe that 3 "smart, passionate woman" (In Their Twenties!!!!!!) agreed to go on a date with him? And Anna even slept with him! Just because he what? Agreed with her? I'm not buyin it.

Plus the concept of this scenario lacks any potential for comedy. When iasip gets political, they always discuss a very specific topic using hyperbolic situations and flawed metaphors. If this is supposed to be a political episode, what ultimately lukewarm point would rob be trying to make here? So far we know they're ranting about

The patriarchy

Privilege

Socialism

No more personal responsibility(?)

The... nature of power in society(??)

How on earth would an episode like get approved? This shit sounds like a Ted talk. It sounds like it was written specifically to sound like a political episode so boring and pointless it would generate outrage and mile long essay posts from Tumblr users and reddit users alike. Almost like this one lol.

On a completely unrelated note, do not try and convince me that Frank "casual cock ring wearer" Reynolds is unable to perform.

Jeez this is getting out of hand fast. Let's move on

Ok now we're starting to getting into the Ireland of it all. Let me go on a bit of a tangent here about all this.. Now I thinq there are just 3 possibilities. Either this is all a publicity stunt and there is some truth to the Ireland rumors, the entire thing could be bogus from some weirdo fan (ps, if a fan did write this I want you to know I fucking hate you. You did this to me), or it is a publicity stunt but Ireland is just more bullshit.

I am going to assume it was a publicity stunt, otherwise I just wasted my entire evening and I can't have that kind of mentality rn. Additionally, I'm Going to tinhat here for a second and say that the Ireland rumors are true, but the details are different.

I say this because if they were going to do filming in Ireland, they probably figured that that information would be impossible to hide. In essence, my completely unfounded hypothesis is that this leak was their fucked up little way of controlling the situation while simultaneously messing with us.

Ok tangent is over, returning to the casting calls. From the looks of it, dee starts a "scam" acting class and has some very devoted students (Note that Tony was also the name of the porn shop owner. Seems weird!) Presumably after the gang replaces her with a monkey as the title suggests.

Honestly, there isn't too much here that's a red flag to me... seems like a nice little dee-centric episode that is the link to the Dublin angle. Assuming I am At All right, this could be a genuine plotline for Dee. However, the monkey could be a red herring and there could be a whole different side plot with the guys. who's to say. Next one!

Ah yes this is the dennis we all know and despise.. no red flags for me here really, I'm also running out of steam because idk if it shows, but I am majorly sleep deprived atm. Anyway I'm going to the next one

Okay this is where things start getting weird again ough a migraine just hit, anyway back to my earlier point about how casting calls would never contains major spoilers bc the people who see these wont be under any kind of NDA..

These ones reveal that bonnie dies. Again, that info wouldn't be in a casting call.

But also they suggest charlie has a irish penpal named Shelley who is his biological father. First off charlie is illiterate, although as pointed out by @undeadbreeze shelley could also be communicating in symbols. However, this scenario is still unbelievable to me for a couple reasons:

1. Bonnie's last name is Kelly obviously, and we know it's her maiden name because Jack's last name is also Kelly. But Shelley's last name is... also Kelly? In the context of this big ol hoax, it feels like it was written to show that look! his last name is the same as charlie's! That's how you know that's his dad! But It would be way too big of a coincidence if charlie's dad happened to have the same last name bonnie.

And 2. There's the whole mystery of charlie's long-lost sister from 'charlie got molested' but never any mention of a brother which according to this, shelley has been pretending to be his brother for years. And we all know how much rcg loves their continuity, it seems uncharacteristically lazy to just tack this on without any prior buildup.

And finally let me talk about mac for a second and specifically the line in gus's summary "both are gay men who are attracted to the priesthood for all the wrong reasons"

Iasip has commented on pedophilia in the priesthood many times in the past which leads me to believe that they are implying that mac is a pedophile? Please let me know if I completely misread the implications of that statement, but if not, then that is completely insane and one of the biggest indictators that this is fake. Mac is awful, just like everyone in the gang but he is definitely not a pedophile.

However even if i did completely misread that, it's still proof this is fake.. For all his faults, Rob put a surprising amount of care and effort into mac's coming-out. It hasn't been perfect, but Mfhp in particular firmly established that mac's faith is integral to his identity so Its unlikely that rob would throw all of that away for a cheap shot at priests.

Ok my brain is irradiated sludge at this point, but in conclusion. I hope that 1. I'm right, at least about it being fake (Otherwise damb that'll be so humiliating for me) And 2. This eases ur fears a bit. I don't want to lose all faith in future seasons bc I love iasip and miss the gang. If you read this far youre insane but I literally love you so goddamn much because I spent so so long tapping this out on my silly little phone

Please feel free to add on or message me your thoughts and opinions I need to know I'm not the only one who uhhh went a bit insane. And finally: whoever made these is a cunt. Mwah.