#dr Anika

[sorry-but-no-sorry]

3 blue themed scientists with an obsession with clones

Dr Anika (oc, Error’s tormentor) and Uthan (Republic/imperial commando) have been neutralized by clones, so Hemlock, your time is running out)

[namor-shuri]

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Live-Action: Tiana [as Letitia Wright] & Prince Naveen [as Tenoch Huerta]

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[lexyscross]

Stab IX better sling pussy so hard because way too many people died all because Stab 8 apparently “sucked balls.” 😭

[elijones94]

👸🏾🐸 “Tia, Tia, Tia, did you hear the news?” 🎀

[blackinperiodfilms]

History to Page and Screen: The Watsons Go To Birmingham 1963

Talking about The Watsons go to Birmingham - 1963 book, its 2013 movie adaptation, and the history behind the story.    

I had to reedit this video so many times and I finally got it past the copyright claims (for now)!  Hope you enjoy.                                                            

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[bronzetomatoes]

Bronze official post rework here for you it can be Dr Pepper instead of coke <3

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[celiastjamesoscar]

Wish I Knew You

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader, established relationship

Summary: Unofficial meant many things to people, but to college students it meant one thing: party. But unofficial takes a turn when you get into a fight, and Sam has to walk you home.

Warnings: swearing, destruction of property, breaking and entering, light mention of drugs, drinking

AN: based off of an idea I ‘stole’ from @p0rkbun, I love ya!

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Word Count: 3.5K

“I know it’s unofficial, but please, you guys, be safe. Okay?” Sam pleaded as she looked at the group of kids before her. Technically, they weren’t kids, but in her eyes, most of them would still be those kids she used to babysit. Well, all of them but you.

You met Sam through Anika after she moved to New York, and you were instantly in love even though she wouldn’t even spare you a glance most of the time. Those big, brown eyes that held years of pain and agony brought you so much comfort whenever she would look at you. Her lips never smiled, so you made it your life mission to make her smile, even if it was just for a mere moment. And when you did make her smile after you went on a drunken tangent about how Isaac Newton deserved to die a virgin and how Dr. Pepper is the best soda, she knew that she was in too deep.

Dammit to hell with getting accepted into the best universities the country had to offer and all those scholarships you had received that paid for your schooling at Blackmore University. None of those things compared to the feeling you got in your chest when you saw that beautiful smile for the first time. It seemed like your entire world had stopped rotating and began to revolve around the single smile that didn’t last for more than three seconds, but it meant more to you than anything else.

After the night, the two of you grew closer, and after enough dinners together, you two started dating. It took you forever to break down all of Sam’s walls, but when you did, it was the most rewarding thing you had ever done. On late nights after she had worked a double, the only thing Sam wanted to do was come home and sleep. But when she pushed open her apartment door and saw you standing awkwardly in the hallway with a goofy grin on your lips and a bottle of wine, all the stress seemed to leave her body, being replaced with the need to be hold you.

You found it impossible to believe that people hated Sam: she was perfect in your eyes. Her soft, caring nature, whenever it was just the two of you, was something you couldn’t find anywhere else. Yes, Sam can be a bitch sometimes, but behind closed doors, she is putty in your hands. How she would sit next to you on the couch, softly tracing patterns on your thigh with her fingers, would make your chest flutter. When you two were in a group, she would always sit next to you- much to Tara’s disapproval, who is someone who doesn’t like sharing her sister- while placing a protective hand on your thigh.

The thoughts that ran around Sam’s mind were that she wished she knew you when she was young; maybe her life would be completely different. Perhaps she wouldn’t have started using drugs or ran away from home, but that’s all it was: what-ifs that might or might not have changed her life. Even though she wished for things to have been different, that she wished she would have met you at a different time, she was still glad that she had you in her life, and she refused to let you go any time soon.

So now, as you sit next to her sister getting ready to get plastered at frat parties for Halloween, Sam couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of anxiety crawling through her body.

“Yes, Sam, we promise to be safe. We will call you if you need anything,” Tara stated as she stood up from the couch, “Can we go now?”

With a small sigh, Sam closed her eyes and nodded her head. She just knew that allowing you guys to go out tonight would come back to bite her in the ass. “Please don’t drink too much,” Sam pleaded as she followed the group to the door, looking directly at you while she spoke, “I’m talking to you.”

You scoffed at your girlfriend’s accusation, “How dare you insinuate that I, of all people, would drink the most!”

“Because you will,” Mindy mumbled as she looked between you and Sam, unamused, “You always get out of hand when you drink.”

“No, I do not!” You shot back, but you knew arguing would get you nowhere.

Speaking up for the first time, Chad said, “Don’t worry, Sam. I will make sure that Y/N and Tara don’t drink too much; you have my word,” as he wrapped a loving arm around your shoulder.

With a small sigh, Sam nodded in defeat, “Alright, just be safe tonight, okay? No splitting up.” Before Sam could finish her sentence, Tara had shot up from the couch and left for the door. “Come on, you old people, the party’s not going to wait for us,” she exclaimed while opening the door and leaning against the door frame, tapping her foot with urgency.

The twins were quickly behind Tara, and when you went to follow, Sam grabbed your hand, “Hey, wait a minute.” When Sam spoke, the three noticed the way Sam’s dark eyes were pleading with you, so they decided to step out into the hallway to give the two of you some privacy.

“What’s up?” You asked with the softest smile that always made Sam’s knees weak. “Please, Y/N, be safe tonight. If you need anything, call me, okay?” The Latina asked as she gently placed her hands on your triceps, lovingly running her hands up and down.

“You know I will be, and I promise to call you if anything happens,” you replied while leaning forward, placing a soft kiss on top of Sam’s head, “Just think, this is a night to yourself. When was the last time you had that?”

Sam mumbled something underneath a breath that you missed. “I’m sorry, what was that?” You teased with a smile, watching as Sam rolled her eyes. “I said that I only enjoy my nights to myself when you are around,” the older girl admitted through clenched teeth.

“Damn, Sam. You can at least pretend to like me,” you joked with a small laugh.

“You know that I hate to admit these things, but you still make me do it.”

“You’re right! I love hearing my girlfriend give me constant affirmations about how much she loves me; it's the best!” You happily stated with a smile, and Sam laughed at your response.

“Whatever, just be safe tonight,” she said as her eyes looked you up and down, clearing having a distaste for your costume, “whatever the fuck you are.”

Naturally, you scoffed at her words, “I will have you know that I am one of the best historians out there.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,” Sam replied with a smile. It might not seem like much, but these small banters between the two of you were what she loved the most. She could be herself around you, and you would never judge her for it.

In the mood to be a smartass, you straightened your posture and pulled on your coat. You cleared your throat and began doing an impression of a Bolton accent, “It’s hard to believe I’m walking through the ruins of the first-ever city, because I’m not. That’s in Iraq, which is miles away, and fucking dangerous.”

Sam stared at you blankly for several seconds before she shook her head, “You’re a fucking idiot, and I cannot believe you are going as that lady.”

“Excuse me, ‘that lady’ is Philomena Cunk, who is the best damn historian on this planet,” you defended while making your way to the front door, Sam following behind you, “And my costume is certainly the best.”

Sam hummed as she opened the front door, “Yeah because it's so hard to beat,” she quickly looked at the three standing out in the hallway, “a half-assed pirate, a scarecrow, and Jack Skellington.”

“Hey now, I’m a cowboy, not a scarecrow,” Chad replied with a bit of hurt. “She doesn’t care what you are. Now come on, we have a party to go to,” Mindy sat as she threw an arm around Tara the pirate and started walking down the hallway with Chad several paces behind them.

Before you followed them, you quickly kissed Sam’s lips. “I love you,” you mumbled against them, and Sam kissed your words.

“I love you too,” she replied while pulling away. You blew her kiss as you started to catch up with the group, and Sam felt her heart flutter at the small gesture. Words could not even begin to express the love she had in her heart for you, but she hoped that one day she might be able to tell you. She wanted to tell you how her entire being ached for your touch whenever you were away, and she hated watching you leave. But she simply settled for watching you leave with her younger sister, off to have the fun that was promised when you start college.

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Whenever someone tells you that college is supposed to be the time of your life, they are fucking wrong. Hours and hours of studying material that you must teach yourself because your professors are too incompetent to teach it while you still pay them thousands of dollars is not fun. There is nothing ideal about college, and you hated every single second of it, but the part you loved the most was your friends.

Of course, you had friends in high school, but none meant this much to you. You would readily lay down your life for Tara, just as you would the twins. So, that’s why for the first time since the semester started, you finally felt your shoulders loosen and stress leave your body, just for some dipshit in a mask to ruin it.

It all happened quickly, according to Chad. One minute, you were taking shots with Tara, then the next, you were on top of a random guy, beating him to a pulp. It took Chad and Mindy to pry you off the guy, yet you still fought against them, trying your hardest to get your hands on that fucker.

“I’m good, I’m good,” you slurred after Chad carried you out of the frat house, but as soon as he placed you on the floor, you tried to run back into the house. “Hey! Stop it!” He shouted, quickly grabbing you before you could make it up the front porch steps, “Sit down and breathe.” Your head was spinning, and you could barely stand, but you had to get your hands on that fucker.

Grumbling under your breath, you listened to the man and sat down on the grass as Tara came to sit by you. “What happened?” She asked while picking up your dominant hand, lightly tracing her fingers over your bloodied knuckles.

You didn’t want to worry Tara that the piece of shit man was saying false accusations about Sam; you knew it would ruin her night. So, you decided to lie. “He said that the only correct way to eat cereal is to pour the milk first, then the cereal.”

A small laugh came from Tara’s lips as she let go of your hand and pulled out her phone. “You know, I don’t know what’s worse: how crazy you defend cereal or that you nearly killed a man dressed up as Philomena Cunk.”

You chuckled beside her and sat in silence as you watched her call her sister, asking the older Carpenter to come pick you up. You felt bad for not being the one to call Sam, but you knew that if you called her, she would ask what happened, and you couldn’t lie to that sweet and kind woman. Those soft, dark eyes that smiled for her would break if you ever were to lie to her, and you couldn’t put her through that.

So, you sat in silence with the younger Carpenter as Chad and Mindy went back inside the frat house. Once they were out of earshot, Tara spoke up. “I know you lied to me.”

“About what?” You questioned, but you knew what she was talking about. “Tell me why you beat the shit out of that guy,” Tara pressed.

You shook your head and sucked in a deep breath, debating on if you should tell her or not. With a sigh, you down while speaking, “He was saying some shit about Sam, and I lost my cool. I’m sorry that I ruined your night.”

Several beats of silence passed before Tara grabbed your hand and interlaced her fingers with yours. “You know, When you and Sam first started dating, I was skeptical. You’re one of my closest friends, and Sam is my sister. But oh my god, after seeing how she looks at you, I knew that the two of you were meant to be. I’ve never seen Sam look at anyone the way she does with you and the way she smiles around you, Y/N. It's unbelievable; I’ve never seen her smile that much. What I mean to say is that Sam has a hard time with words, but that woman loves you so much. So thank you for defending her name because I know she would do the same thing for you,” Tara admitted with a soft smile, and before you could respond, the both of you saw a tall figure approaching you.

“What the hell happened?” Sam asked with worry laced in her voice as soon as she got close enough to see your hand. She crouched beside you and took your hand out of Tara’s as she lightly traced her fingers over your knuckles, more worried about you than whoever you beat the shit out of.

“Your sweet, little Y/N who would never do any harm went apeshit on someone. It took both twins to pull her off of the poor guy,” Tara said as she stood from the ground and began walking into the house.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Sam questioned while eyeing her sister, who didn’t even look behind her as she shouted, “Back to the party!”

You laughed as you watched the younger Carpenter disappear into the house, “she’s a little shit, isn’t she?” You joked as you looked back at Sam, who glared at you, “What?”

You knew it was terrible, but you couldn’t help but find Sam extremely attractive whenever she was angry; it was probably why you liked to piss her off so much.

The older girl huffed as she stood up, pulling you up with her as well. “Don’t ‘what’ me; you know exactly what I’m mad about,” she said as she grabbed one of your arms and threw it over your shoulder. You just shrugged, not wanting to argue with Sam over the reason for your fight.

“I’m not that drunk, Sam. I can walk by myself,” you declared, but once Sam let go of your arm so you could prove your point, gravity seemed to have a vendetta against you, causing you to begin swaying from side to side.

“Mhm, yeah. Come on,” Sam sighed as she grabbed your arm and threw it over her shoulder again.

Naturally, the entire walk back to the apartment, you complained about Sam not needing to carry you, but you would never admit that you enjoyed seeing this softer side of her.

“So,” Sam asked when you two got away from the frat house, “What happened?”

You shrugged as you continued walking, “The guy was saying false information about how to eat cereal properly. That’s all.”

Now, Sam wasn’t an idiot, and she wasn’t born yesterday. She knew when you were lying, and she knew that you were. In your relationship, Sam always knew that you would be truthful, and her heart began to break at the thought of things changing between the two of you. She knew it was stupid, but she couldn’t help the anxiety at the idea of you no longer being honest with her.

As if you could sense her doubt, you spoke, “Sam, you know that I love you, right?” The Carpenter nodded her head, silently ushering you to continue. “Well, then you know that I would do anything to protect you, anything at all,” you proclaimed as you leaned over and placed a loving kiss on her forehead.

Several beats of silence passed as Sam was thinking about what you said. She knew that whatever happened between you and the dickhead was about the online controversies surrounding her, even though you didn’t say anything about it; she just knew.

A part of Sam felt guilty that you had the feeling of constantly needing to defend her name, which got you in a lot of trouble. But she also loved the idea of having someone who loved and cared for her enough to start fights over her, no matter how petty they were.

So, instead of asking you any more questions, Sam simply said, “I love you too,” and pulled you closer to her.

Falling into a comfortable silence, you walked for several minutes before you stopped dead in your tracks. “What the actual fuck is that?” You asked with a slight hint of venom in your voice.

You had stopped just outside a Barnes & Noble, glaring into the store’s display case. In that case, there was a small cardboard cutout of Gale Weathers, and behind her were copies of her notorious book that worsened Sam’s public image.

“You fucking bitch,” you hissed as you unwrapped Sam’s arm from you and walked up the glass window, pushing on it but getting nowhere. “Y/N, come on. It’s closed, and you’re drunk,” Sam said as she gently grabbed your hand, but you shook it off.

Without saying a word, you walked to the side of the store to pick up a brick. Before Sam could stop you, you threw the brick through the window, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Sam whisper-shouted as she tried to stop you from climbing into the store, but you were surprisingly strong in your intoxicated state. Once you entered the display area, you grabbed a signed copy of Gale’s book and ripped out several of the pages. You then began doing that to the rest of the books you could see, and once you were done, you moved to the cutout.

“You fucking bitch,” you hissed as you pushed the cutout, causing it to fall, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Fucking fuckass loser.”

Now, she knew it was terrible to be imagining this, but Sam couldn’t find it within herself to stop you from destroying Gale’s books. Truth be told, she wanted to join you, but she felt like you deserved to have this moment to yourself.

“I’ll fuck you up, little bitch,” you stated as you picked up the cutout and put it underneath your arm. “What are you doing?” Sam asked with a small laugh as she watched you carry the cardboard Gale Weathers from the store.

“Taking her home,” you slurred once you stepped onto the street, then you began walking toward Sam’s apartment. “Wrong way, dumbass,” Sam stated once you got halfway down the sidewalk.

Without saying a word, you turned on your heels and walked back to Sam. “Thank you,” you replied while the two of you began walking back in the correct direction, still holding Gale.

“Are you taking her home to kill her?” The Latina asked while looking down at the cutout, struggling to keep a straight face with this unusual situation.

“What kind of fucking animal do you take me for? No, I'm not going to kill her!” You exclaimed, “But I am kidding her.”

The sound of Sam’s laughter caused an eruption of butterflies to flutter throughout your chest. Even though you were drunk and probably wouldn’t remember most of this night, hell, there was a good chance you wouldn’t even remember ‘kidnapping’ Gale Weathers, but you knew you would never forget the sound of your woman’s laughter.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you home so you can torture Gale,” Sam joked as she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into her side.

She didn’t care that you would be on the news tomorrow morning for the destruction of property; she was just glad you were happy while doing it. It wasn’t every day that Sam got to witness you lose your shit, especially on an inanimate object, but she loved seeing this side of you. She wouldn’t change your relationship for anything, no matter what it was. Sam loved you with her body and soul, and she would never give that up.

The only thing she wished was different was that she knew you when she was young. She would stay up most nights wondering how different her life would have been if she had met you when she was 18, a fresh runaway from home. Before she got into all the hard drugs, she still struggled despite being three years sober. But as she listened to you threaten fake Gale while stating how much you loved the woman you were dating, Sam couldn’t be happier with you.

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[bitchy-craft]

What ‘Princess and the Frog’ Song You Need To Listen To | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out what song you need to listen to from Princess and The Frog. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

‘Almost There’ sung by Tiana (Anika Noni Rose)

In this song, Tiana expresses her dreams of opening her own restaurant and achieving success through hard work. She believes that by staying focused and dedicated, she can overcome any obstacle and make her dreams come true. The song showcases Tiana's determination, ambition, and her belief in the power of her own efforts. It also highlights the contrast between her practical mindset and the fairy tale elements that come into play later in the story.

So if you’re in a similar situation where you want to achieve something, and are determined; this song is for you, to get you even more dedicated.

Pile 2:

‘Down in New Orleans’ sung by Dr. Facilier (Keith David) and Chorus

Dr. Facilier, the villain of the story, performs this song to manipulate and influence Prince Naveen. The song paints a picture of the allure of New Orleans, enticing Naveen with promises of wealth and luxury. The song's sinister undertones reflect Dr. Facilier's intentions of using Naveen for his own dark purposes. The song also introduces the theme of contrasting desires and motivations in the story.

This song is great for if you want to achieve something and need a confidence boost.

Pile 3:

‘Friends on the Other Side’ sung by Dr. Facilier (Keith David)

This song is a showcase of Dr. Facilier's dark magic and his ability to manipulate others. Through the song's eerie lyrics and visuals, he reveals his connection to the spirit world and his ability to grant people's desires at a high cost. The song highlights his sinister nature and foreshadows the challenges that Tiana and Naveen will face as they encounter the consequences of his dark deals.

If you want to feel more connected to the Spirit World / Astral (ancestors, spirit guides, deities), and get a confidence boost this song is for you.

[elderwisp]

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Dan: … After reviewing, we have decided to withdraw from our decision of academic probation. I do expect to see a generous bump in your GPA as you finish the year strong. I hope to see you at graduation. With warm regards, Dr. Anika Kapoor. GUYS! I’m graduating!

Luis: Wat. Put me down, turd!

Dan: Scream with me! AHHH!

Esme: I’ll scream. AHHH!

Valeria: Daniela, stop screaming. What happened?

Dan: I’m not going on academic probation! I’m gonna get to walk!

Esme: ahhh!

Valeria: Wonderful. So, what’s the plan afterwards?

Dan: Plan?? There is no plan, I’m freaking graduating!

Valeria: There’s no internship lined up…?

Dan: No…?

Valeria: Daniela…

Dan: Mom, can’t you be happy for me?

Valeria: I am, I think we need to be realistic though. You’re about to be faced with loads of debt and your job at that burger joint isn’t going to cover it.

Dan: I’m positive I’ll find something. They’ll hire anyone with a biology degree nowadays.

Esme: [ giggles ] You can be a pirate!

Dan: Yeah! Wait, what?

Valeria: Sweetie, that’s not- I just want us to be smart about this second opportunity you have been given.

Dan: Oh my god, you aren’t going to let up, aren’t you?

Valeria: Qué dijiste? / What did you say?

Dan: Look, I know I’m not a star fucking kid, but when have you ever said, great job, Daniela, keep going. It’s always, what’s next, what can you do to be better, like I’m in some competition-

Valeria: Do not speak to me like that.

Dan: Or what? You’re gonna hit me?

Valeria: Esme, take your brother to your room.

Esme: But-

Valeria:  Now. You think you’re so fucking bad, Daniela. You steal shit, smoke a little weed with your friends, barely getting by. It’s like you want to know what it’s like to struggle and maybe that’s my fucking problem. I don’t let you.

Daniela: Mom…

Valeria: Shut up, I’m talking. Your father and I have been through some shit, seen some things that you’ll never experience. So you want to be grown? I expect your shit out of my house by Friday.

Dan: Dad’s not gonna let you-

Valeria: Try. Me.

[hellomynameisghostface]

Defending Ethan Landry...Kirsch? Whatever is real name is!!

Hello again. I wanted to do a post defending Ethan Landry like I did with Amber because he's another Ghostface that's looked down upon and in my opinion, he's super underrated.

Firstly, I want to begin with the fact people think he's not capable of being as brutal as the Ghostface is in the sixth film. When you take a look at Jack Champion, the actor who plays him, he works out and is in very good shape. He's more then capable, I think. I've seen a lot of people in reaction videos say "if it's that nerdy guy I'm going to be so mad because there's no way he can do that" when watching the scene where Ghostface picks Anika up by the throat and slams her against the wall, which is a crazy thing to think. As I mentioned before, Jack is pretty fit and Ethan has Jack's body physique since he's playing him and Anika is a fairly tiny girl. Why is it so crazy to think he could pick her up the way he did? Especially when she was gripping onto his hands making it easier to pull her up.

Secondly, people think Ethan didn't get any kills because he had an alibi for the apartment attack but Dr. Stone's killer was never confirmed and quite frankly I believe he was still the one to kill Quinn's hookup and Anika. We obviously know this can't be Quinn so let's move on to Wayne and Ethan. After they reveal themselves Wayne says, "I just made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one." Quinn and whoever was in the Ghostface costume (Ethan, in my opinion) were the only two in the apartment after the attack. If Wayne was already there he wouldn't need to be "first on the scene." On top of that, I'm pretty sure Quinn was on the phone with her father when Ghostface was behind her. As for Ethan's alibi, a few scenarios could've happened. Since his father is a detective and it's not known to anyone he could've easily lied for him. I know Wayne mention's they took him off the case but guess what? That could've been a lie too. For all we know, to the other cops that showed up, that wasn't even his daughter that died. While lying to the core four and convincing them his daughter is dead, he could've just as easily lied to the cops and said it was just one of their random friends. Another possibility is he showed up for a few minutes to econ, left to do the Ghostface attack and then went back. I know some people don't like determining who's under the costume this way but Jack was actually under the costume when Ghostface was behind Quinn while she was talking on the phone and honestly that's confirmation enough for me. Otherwise, what's the point of him being under there?

I've also seen people just flat out complain about Jack's performance which I don't understand. Sometimes I think people hate on the fifth and sixth movies just because it has new writers/directors because going into this movie I had no idea who he was nor did I have any expectations for him or any new characters for that matter but his performance after he was unmasked and went absolutely batshit crazy was so good and he easily because one of my top five Ghostfaces. He had that crazy in him that I love in a Ghostface. I left the theaters wanting to see it again specifically for Anika and Ethan. They stole the show, honestly.

[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 6

read part 5 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: angst, discussion of suicide, obsessive compulsive behavior

a/n: this is sooooo lady macbeth coded. hope you enjoy!!

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Dear Diary,

I go to the bathroom at least twice a period.

When I'm there, I make sure I’m alone. Then I do two things. First, I stare at myself in the mirror. I don’t break eye contact until I’ve sufficiently recalled the memory of Tara’s limp body in my peripheral vision as Ethan pulled me out of her room.

After that, I wash my hands at least three times, but it’s usually closer to seven. 

I left Tara behind four days ago. My hands are raw. I don’t know what to do. 

I can’t wash this feeling away. 

Still, it’s better than sending my SAT scores to San Quentin. Thank god for Ethan, because I don’t know what I would’ve done without him. “Sorry, officer, I accidentally poisoned my best friend after our huge public disagreement?” 

Sure, yeah, that sounds believable. I looked up the prison time for manslaughter, assuming the judge believes it was an accident, and I don’t have eleven years to spare right now. 

Talk soon.

Y/N

I close my diary and return it to my backpack for safekeeping. 

Mindy is still writing on the pieces of looseleaf the school counselor, Dr. Stone, provided her with. It appears that most people don’t keep a diary past the third grade, but some TED talk said that journaling can help process big traumas, and the school has been on that shit ever since. Luckily, they don’t ask to read the entries.

The school took away my friends’ and my free periods and sent us to the counselor’s office after the news broke of Tara’s “suicide.” Anika and Chad have to go alone, but Mindy and I have always had free blocks together. 

This group therapy has got to be some sort of cosmic punishment for what I did. Now I have to watch one of her oldest friends mourn, as if I wasn’t the one who let her die.

Mindy clicks her pen and slides the papers across to Dr. Stone. He takes them without looking, inserting them neatly into a file stuffed with previous entries. 

“Thank you, girls. I know that the past week has been… difficult, to say the least. I want you to know that this is a safe space, and you can freely share any emotions that this tragic event has brought up.”

Poor Dr. Stone. I know that he’s really trying, but there aren’t any emotions I can bring up that wouldn’t be incriminating. Guilt? Disgust? Fear? I sneak a glance at Mindy, who’s staring out the window. She’s silent, too.

Dr. Stone sighs. “I understand that this is all very new. Maybe we’ll feel up to talking tomorrow.”

The bell rings, and Mindy gets up without saying a word. I mumble a half-hearted “thank you” before following her into the hall.

“Christ, that shit sucks,” she says. “I hate fucking journaling.”

We turn down the hallway towards the gym, where Chad’s taking part in some sort of football conditioning at lunch. We’ve developed a habit of skipping halfway through the day to sit in his car. 

Mindy drops her bag and sits against the wall by the gym door. “It’s just so unfair,” she says. “I still don’t understand.”

I sit down beside her. “Don’t understand what?”

She’s quiet for a second. “I read the note. Tara said there wasn’t anyone left who cared about her. And that’s bullshit. I cared, and Chad cared, and Anika cared, and Sam cared, and you cared.”

Her eyes are brimming with angry tears. “Part of me is so, so fucking mad at her. Like, how could she leave us behind, after we made it out together? We were starting to get somewhere. She had that thing with Chad going, even if both of them were too dumb to realize. You were pulling in steady cash, thanks to me, so we could actually afford to get out of here. We talked about college in New York or something, far away from Woodsboro. There were all these goddamn plans.

“But mostly I fucking miss her, man. It’s barely been a week and I’m so… incomplete. And no amount of school counseling or journaling or whatever inspirational quote my homeroom teacher wants to share with me is going to fill the void she left behind.”

Mindy wipes away her tears. For the first time since we left Dr. Stone’s office, she looks right at me. 

“I know you had your fight or whatever the night before, and if that were me I’d be torn up about it. But seriously, Y/N, you had nothing to do with it. After everything with… Amber, last year, she needed a friend. One that she wasn’t trauma-bonded with, like Chad and me. And you showed up at the right time. She loved you, man.”

My head is spinning. I’m wracked with all sorts of conflicting guilt, grief, anger, whatever, and I can’t tell anyone about it. 

So I get up and start walking towards the nearby locker room.

“Wait, Y/N, what are you doing?” Mindy calls. I don’t answer.

I can hear her get up and follow after me, but it’s been at least two hours since I’ve gone to the bathroom. At this point, I don’t care if someone watches my regimen– I need to be clean.

Turning into the locker room, I make a beeline for the sinks. I get close to the mirror, close enough to make out my pores. and stare down my reflection. After that harrowing edition of a trademark Mindy monologue, it doesn’t take long for me to recall Tara’s face. I wash my hands once, twice, three times, four times.

“Jesus, Y/N, seriously, what are you doing?” Mindy watches from behind, her voice still shaky from crying.

Five times, six times, seven times, and it’s still not enough. I’m breathing hard at this point, but I can’t get enough air. There’s blood everywhere, all over me, my clothes, even on Mindy. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the showers. Perfect. I rush over to the nearest stall and turn the handle. 

I don’t undress before stepping under the showerhead, letting the freezing water overtake me.

taglist: @miawastakens

[springautumn]

One Word Fic Recs

I'm extremely terrible at giving feedback so I thought I'd add a twist to the usual fic recs and describe them using one word.

Fic recs:

Shout out to these Amazing authors:

@luveline @anika-ann @munsons-maiden @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @eddiemunsonswhxre @thefreak0fhawkinshigh @munsonquinns @marvelmusing @softtdaisy and many more!

Perfect:

they're so nice - @eddiemunsonswhxre (eddie munson x reader)

accidents happen - @eddiemunsonswhxre (eddie munson x reader)

blurb - @appocalipse (eddie munson x reader)

let me get what I want - @eddiemunsonluvrs (eddie munson x reader)

break up sex - @munsonquinns (eddie munson x reader)

Breathtaking:

blurb - @wndalovebot - (eddie munson x reader)

can we always be this close - @my-my-only-angel (eddie munson x reader)

below the surface- @hairrington (steve harrington x reader)

blurb - @fxllfaiiry (eddie munson x reader)

secret admirer - @keeryshouse (eddie munson x reader)

peanut butter cookies - @eddie-van-munson (eddie munson x reader)

Remarkable:

serendipitous salvation - @maximoff-pan (peter parker x reader)

the nightmare- @dr-aculaaa (eddie munson x reader)

snowfall and rain - @huffle-pissed (peter parker x reader)

blurb - @munsonquinns (eddie munson x reader)

smitten - @magicchai (eddie munson x reader)

Extraordinary:

give you the moon - @keeryshouse - (eddie munson x reader)

off the table- @peterthepark (peter parker x reader)

blurb- @ghosttownwherenoonegoes (eddie munson x reader)

rainbow lights- @retrobutterflies - (eddie munson x reader)

cherry blossom coloured kisses- @queers-gambit (eddie munson x reader)

No words, just applause:

worlds apart - @munsons-maiden (eddie munson x reader series)

teach me - @urfavstargirl1 (eddie munson x reader)

new kid on the block- @bizaar (eddie munson x reader)

dead end - @cranekisscentral (eddie munson x reader)

dead channels - @robiin-buckley (eddie munson x reader)

something extra - @luveline (eddie munson x reader)

[antimatterpod]

We’re back for 2024! With some genuinely awful sound quality because Liz is so out of practice that she forgot to move her microphone from its place on top of the printer to … you know. Somewhere in the vicinity of her mouth. 

But the show must go on, and Anika and Liz are pulling the names of Star Trek men out of a hat and deciding whether or not they’re any good in bed. Yes, it’s the SEX … Now That We’ve Got Your Attention episode, and decidedly not suitable for children.

The hat has us talking about…

Jack Crusher (the secret Picard baby, not Wesley’s dad)

Rom

Shaxs

Tuvok (our beloved)

Jean-Luc Picard

The Doctor

Jonathan Archer

Cris Rios

Odo

Gary Mitchell

Narek

Garak

Saru

Benjamin Sisko

Jack Ransom

Hugh Culber (with bonus Paul Stamets)

Liam Shaw

Dr Migleemo

We also abandoned the hat to specifically discuss…

Spock (Ethan Peck edition)

Chakotay

Will Riker

Chris Pike

Sarek (Vulcan’s greatest love machine)

[crazycoke-addict]

Ethan Killed Dr Stone

Zack Cherry has recently posted a video on who he believes killed who in Scream VI. During the video, Zack decides that in ordering to figure out who killed Dr Stone (Sam's Therapist) than we have to understand the other murders and the times that it took place.

On the board that kirby made. It is shown in Dr Stone's case. A time is seen and it says 8.37 am which means that his body was discovered at the time. While in the past, I believed it was Detective Baily but after watching Zack Cherry's new video I realised that it shows Detective Bailey wasn't the killer. When Dr Stone was killed, Detective Bailey was in the office interrogetting Sam and Tara. Sam has Dr Stone as her alibi to prove her innocence involving Jason and Greg's murder.

Detective Bailey probably couldn't leave the office. He may have called Ethan or Quinn and gave them Dr Stone's address to kill him and steal Sam's documents. It's worth noting that Dr Stone died on Sunday 30th. During the same night, the core four are attacked and Paul 2.0 and anika are killed. There's a lot of evidence that Ethan was the one who did this.

It shown that the murders happened in 3 days. Saturday 29th, Sunday 30th and Monday 31st. It seems like every ghostface takes turn wearing the billy loomis' mask. On Saturday, Detective Bailey wore it to kill Greg and Jason and during the bodega attacks while Quinn wore it on Monday 31st during Brock's kill and Gale and Mindy's attack. So if the ghostface are taking turns and Dr Stone was killed on Sunday 30th than on the same night, Anika and Paul 2.0 killed. The only person we haven't mentioned wearing the ghostface mask is Ethan Landry.

[akihabara-division03]

Anika’s Thoughts on Otaku Corps

Keiko Yumi

“So this girl’s a university student and striving to become a nurse while releasing mangas regularly.” Anika hummed. “We often get students from her school interning or shadowing at our clinic, so I’ve seen Yumi-san in passing. We’ve exchanged greetings here and there— now I know what you’re gonna say, ‘But Dr. Kiyozaki! How can you tell she’s saying hi to you if you’re deaf!’ Well, I can lipread just fine!” she said with a chuckle. 

“I hear she’s a good person, she’s got some fantastic grades and she’s pretty gifted, too! There’s some interesting rumors circulating around her about her mother… if you want my honest opinion, I do find the situation to be quite sad, but I don’t think she’s entirely a blameless victim. That’s all I have to say, I sure hope she’s doing alright…”

Criss Hiromi

“Hiromi-san! She’s stopped by my clinic a few times. She tends to come in and ask about different uses for hypnotism— like if I can contact ghosts, spirits, and whatnot. It’s kind of funny, but it’s no bother at all— in fact, I find her never-ending curiosity to be pretty adorable! So I’d say I’m more of a skeptic when it comes to the existence of supernaturals, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t stumble across her YouTube channel here and there. She’s pretty entertaining! And hey, it never hurts to venture out and look for what could be all around us.”

“Though hypnotism can’t exactly be used in the way she would want to use it, if she ever wants to stop by my office to meet up some more, she’s more than welcome! Well… taking paperwork and appointments into consideration, of course…”

Nikki Yoshie

“Yoshie-san… A gamer just like Makina! By my understanding, Makina is more of an entertainer and Yoshie-san is in competitive e-sports. I’ve been told that Yoshie-san is a lot more tame than Makina is. Getting into professional sports, e-sports or traditional, is definitely no easy feat. Good on her. I hope she doesn’t go down the route I did, but I’m sure all is good.”

Otaku Corps

Anika’s previous smile dropped. She crossed her arms and drummed her fingers against her other arm, her lips forming into a straight line. “Huh… so this is one of the many teams we’ll be competing against in Akihabara’s preliminary rounds…” She stacked the photographs on top of each other and averted her eyes. “For crying out loud… first you rope me into participating and now you pair me up against other teams you’ve picked out yourself… Chuhoku… just what are you planning…? Why can’t you just leave me alone…”

She shook her head and sat up straight. “Sorry, girls, I’ve got nothing against you, you’re a lovely bunch. But I just can’t afford to lose this. I just can’t.”

[setagaya-division]

“Package for…” the deliveryman paused to reread through his receipt. “Elliot Shimizu?”

Elliot timidly nodded and stepped aside, allowing the deliveryman to wheel inside the massive cardboard box. Without much questions, Elliot watched him assemble together the contents inside the box at a rather quick pace.

It was a standing shelf shaped into a deer, all made of wood and was taller than even him.

The deliveryman turned to Elliot and handed him a letter. “Oh, and this is also for you. Have a good rest of your day.”

And he was gone.

Bewildered, Elliot shook his head and carefully ripped into the letter.

“Hey! Happy Birthday!

We don’t talk all that much, but it doesn’t hurt for me to wish you a Happy Birthday. Enjoy your present, by the way! I hear you’re an animal-lover, so I thought this would be nice to have around. Feel free to fill the shelves with whatever you’d like! Feel free to stop by Akihabara for a visit, Mr. Animal Man. Wherever the year ahead takes you, I sure hope it’s happy for you!

Best wishes,

Dr. Anika Kiyozaki”

"Kiyozaki-sensei?" Elliot repeated, trying to recall the name before. He thinks one of the doctors at the veterinary may have mentioned it once or twice, but he never really heard of her until now. He smiled at the letter and at the gift that she had sent to him. More dressers and shelves were always appreciated due to the large number of books and plants that he collected. Straining, he picked it up and carried it to his room, placing it near his desk table. After making sure it was fit, he nodded and began the onerous, yet enjoyable task of getting his room straighten out.