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[dataframe]

"dude i'm like. the only peak lord i made cis. system loves its dramatic irony, right?"

as i have it for right now, airplane and sy never meet in the wick remains main plot. but it'd be really fucking funny,

[ID: A sketchy black/white comic of Yue Qingyuan, as hosted by Shen Yuan, walking through a forest with Shang Qinghua. Shen Yuan starts out by musing, "So you must've really been on a 'Palace Conspiracy' kick, huh? You even made Yue-xiong a eunuch." to which Shang Qinghua laughs and exclaims, "Ahhh, could you imagine? Oh, Yue-shixiong. All he'd have to do is glare and everyone would just be stumbling over themselves to apologize!" on a panel with the proposed Yue Qingyuan eunuch design telling off a couple of silhouettes.

Shen Yuan anxiously holds his sleeve up to his mouth muttering "Right..." while Shang Qinghua walks on with his hands behind his head, still laughing about it until he realizes Shen Yuan's silently walking off, which makes him stop in place and evoke a little shock emote. He catches up to him, asking nervously, "Bro... for real?" to which Shen Yuan folds his arms and replies, visibly flustered, "Well? What else could it be, Airplane?"

The last panel is a chibi of Shang Qinghua exasperatedly thinking "Oh man. Oh man." with a trans flag as the background. END ID.]

[whitmore]

anyway i think it would be crazy insane if when they find the eggs they find wilbur in there with them. just food for thought

[whencyclopedia]

Childhood in the Viking Age

Childhood in the Viking Age (c. 750-1100) was largely undocumented as historical records primarily focus on adults, particularly men. Likewise, little is known about children's presence in the afterlife, as no runestones were raised in their memory. While a few objects interpreted as toys have been discovered, evidence of how children spent their time or what they did for amusement is scarce.

Viking Age Reenactors

Hans Splinter (CC BY-ND)

Children's Place in Society

In Old Norse society, the naming of the child represented integration into the community. The Norwegian Frostathing Law emphasised that every child must have a father. This notion extended to the naming and acceptance of the child. After birth, the baby was brought to the father, and the naming ritual was an important event, often involving the sprinkling of water, a practice tied to royal customs and likely pre-dating Christianity. If a father did not accept the child, it was considered "un-carried", a status with serious legal consequences. Children of unmarried women faced additional challenges, with the mother required to journey to the father to have the child accepted. The law also imposed responsibility on the father or his relatives to care for the child until age 16. However, only the first two illegitimate children of a man were to be supported by his relatives to avoid exploitation of the system. Thus, during the pagan period at least, a man's economic responsibility and the issue of identifying the father were paramount.

Child exposure was an accepted practice in the pagan world. Ari Thorgilsson's sober description of the voluntary acceptance of Christianity in Iceland in the year 1000 states that it became established by law that everybody should be Christian and undergo baptism, but concerning child exposure and the eating of horse meat, the old law should remain valid. By the time the Grey Goose Laws (Grágás) were written, likely in the 12th century, the practice would have been abolished, including for children with deformities.

In Norway, King Olaf's Christian Law, formulated in the early 11th century, also included legislation that sought to end pagan practices such as infanticide. However, the law was not universally applied, as some versions of the law had exceptions. The Gulathing Law, which incorporates parts of Olaf's Christian Law, gave some leeway regarding deformed infants. It explicitly allowed for the exposure of children born with serious physical deformities, such as reversed facial features or misplaced limbs (termed situs retroversus). The law specified that such children should be brought to a church, converted from paganism, and left to die. This does not mean, however, that exposure was widely practiced.

Archaeological findings also suggest that children were sometimes sacrificed in pre-Christian Norse rituals. Excavations at Trelleborg uncovered sacrificial wells containing the remains of children, placed alongside animal bones and ritual objects. These sacrifices were likely meant to appease the gods and ensure prosperity. Other sites, such as Lake Tissø, have also yielded remains of children found in ritual contexts, supporting the notion that sacrificial practices were part of at least some Norse religious traditions. Children's graves from the Viking Age often contain small bronze rattles, bells, and occasionally jewellery. However, the number of identifiable child graves is surprisingly low, leading scholars to speculate that children may have been buried separately or in ways that are less detectable today, or because of infanticide.

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[modelbus]

We back with Wilbur for day 7. It's a short one :)

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Flufftober 7 - Muse Of Mine

“Play your new one.”

Wilbur raises his eyebrows at you, hands still on his guitar. His left hand, still holding the last chord he did—G—and his right hand, flat over the strings to muffle them.

It was a rare day where nobody had anything to do, and where it was warm outside. Which was how two you found yourselves here; outside, sitting on the grass. His notebook was open, chords and words scrawled messily on every available inch. You were practically begging him to play more, even though it was progressively getting later and later.

“It’s not done yet, love.”

“I still want to hear it.” You insist, nudging him slightly. “Please.”

“Fine.” He relents with a sigh, shifting his guitar so he can run a hand through his hair. “Don’t say anything about the mistakes. It’s a work in progress, I haven’t fully practiced it—“

“Wil.” You cut him off. “You could be the shitties guitar player in the world and I’d still want to hear you play.”

“Liar.” He accuses, but he’s grinning already.

“I’d never lie to you.”

“You lied to me yesterday about anteaters!” Wilbur exclaims.

“Just play the song already!”

He sighs, pointer finger sliding down the frets of the guitar until it’s on the first fret of the A string then plucks it. Slowly, hesitantly, a melody is formed. It’s reminiscent of one of his older songs, slow and peaceful. He’s humming under his breath, not quite formulated words being put to the rhythm of the song.

It’s nice. Even when he misses a beat, waiting a count to get back on track, or when the notes come out sour, you still enjoy it.

“Sorry.” He winces after another wrong note.

“Don’t be. It’s beautiful. I like it.”

“It’s not done. I’m not even sure how to finish it, or refine it.”

“It’s still amazing. It’s not for Lovejoy, is it?” You ask curiously. He’s still playing as he talks, fingers shifting down the guitar frets to pick a repetitive and familiar pattern.

“No.” He confirms. “Just one of the many that nobody will end up hearing.”

“I’m hearing it.”

“You don’t count.” He immediately shoots back.

“Wow.” You deadpan, but smile. “Incredibly hurtful, Wil.”

It’s now that he stops picking at the strings of his guitar, the strings of the acoustic falling silent.

“You don’t count because you’re like a part of me. You’re like if I showed Tommy the song.”

You pause. You understand what he means, even if it’s a bit of an odd way to put it. That’s Wilbur for you though.

“I’d prefer not to be compared to that gremlin.” You laugh. “I was going to give you a kiss, but now that you’ve said I’m like him…”

“Oh shut up.” Wilbur leans towards you, placing a quick kiss on your lips before you can move away. “Another song?”

You nod eagerly. “Please.”

[garadinervi]

«Guidelines reported in the Marescalchi archive (1987 formulations).», in Adele Ferretti, Ilaria Degano, Marta Filomena, Jacopo La Nasa, Beatrice Campanella, Stefano Legnaioli, Sara Penoni, Renata Pintus , Cristiana Todaro, and Francesca Modugno, Wall Drawing #736: Revealing Sol LeWitt’s Ink Mural Technique Using a Multi-Analytical Approach, «Heritage», Volume 7, Issue 8, 2024, pp. 4265–4281, MDPI, Basel (pdf here) [CC BY 4.0]

[ayahur]

the old man on the bus

A jam-packed bus where the rhythm of the bus’s engine lulled me into my own world. A woman standing with her tote strung across her arm and phone in hand. I looked at her as she smiled down at her phone. A text from a loved one? Or was it a notification that her online order had just shipped? 

Everyone’s eyes were glued to their screens while mine traced faces. Just as the bus was to leave, an elderly man with a cart sat rushed in. A set of books, a blanket and an assortment of clothes. One glance, and it was easy to tell he was homeless. There was nothing to his name except that cart. Every person was busy on their phone, and a sense of urgency imposed him. 

I watched him as he grabbed a notebook out of his cart and a pencil. Curiosity plagued me and I began to stretch my neck to see what he was writing. 

Aa Bb Cc Dd Ee Ff Gg Hh 

Big letters were scribbled across the pages over and over again. It seemed like it was children’s doing but it was his writing. He seemed content. He was happy that he was “busy” just like everyone else. 

He doesn’t need my sympathy. I know that. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for everything I was given. The words I can formulate. The thoughts I can write. All those feats are a privilege that I can indulge in. Etched with the memory of the old man, every time my pen glides on paper I write with fervor. 

[rasoyas]

11, 3, 2 and 13 for the simblr asks <3

thank you for sending me these, berrybean!!! 🫶😘 i aspire to your level of ingenuity when it comes to building and presentation every day! 😘

2. how would you describe your style?

desperately trying to capture @buglaur's aesthetique. jfkghfgj no but i would say i'm much more maxis mix than i ever have been before: i finally let go of my chisami pore blush that i used to smack on every sim, and now i only use alpha brows, eyes, and waterliner. i've wanted to start mixing in some alpha hair, but my mxao doesn't like them and i'm addicted to mxao shadows 😵 i'm pure maxis match on clothes nowadays, though, and have been challenging myself to use less cc and more EA content in my sims wardrobes!

3. what is your favorite challenge?

honestly?? i’m still so so attached to the joy of life legacy by our dear @simelune!! i watched her post abt her ideas and formulate and draft the entire thing through her dash posts, so i have an extra ounce of love for it and the kruegers will always be my comfort fam 🫶 gave me some of the best gameplay i’ve ever experienced!! i haven’t seen anyone mention em but my lovely fangs @hauntedtrait has some of the most unique CAS challenges and i absolutely adore them! special mention for kari @aniraklova’s edgewave - not a challenge per se, but a wonderful prompt and so much love is poured into everything she does!

11. how do you edit your photos?

i’m ngl y’all, i drag them from “gshade screens”, plop the smart object into frame, resize em… and save 💀 i rarely do any color editing/balancing or overlays, shading, etc. relight and my gshade do the heavy lifting — piper & flux’s gameplay has inspired me to do more with psds and cut-outs, but i have a very limited amount of time to edit and play between work and home life, so i really don’t do shit fjdjfjdj

13. what do you do when you are unmotivated?

crash tf out. dhakfjd no but genuinely, my depression and anxiety tend to have a major effect on my simming, with life piled on top it can get even worse 💀 i tend to move away from the sims 4 and give my brain a lil cleanse: i play ts3 or ts2 for the legit gameplay and do whatever i’d like! that or i delve into a show and let it infest my hyperfixation corner for a little: i’m actually rewatching star wars rebels rn 🫶

[rainisdey]

thoughts on the potential new development for the sunkissed dynamic in s7? 👀

DUDE. The TL;DR is that I am honestly very excited, but the "Rambles" in my name is here for a reason, so allow me to rant.

One of the things I find the most fascinating about Sunkissed is just how similar they are. The amount of parallels in their narratives, the similarities in thought in behaviour, those big and little things that allow them to understand each other enough to somehow still stay together despite all that they've gone through throughout S6 and especially these past two months -- it's insane! I have a whole Google Doc page dedicated to this!

Yet they have even bigger differences. They differ in experience, they differ in morals, they differ in overall worldview, they differ in goals, they differ in the way their similar traits come out. They differ. And so take this into account and remember Derapchu specifically; remember his goal and his traits.

Both share the similarity in paranoia, but Zam has dealt with it for seasons, and Derapchu hasn't. Both share being absolutely not normal about their closest teammates, but Zam has went through so many dynamics and betrayals at this point and has so many people she has incredible dynamics with, and Derapchu has had only 3 people throughout one season that were (and still are) truly important to him, right to the core (and one of them quit LS while the other is, um. Wemmbu. so rip.). And Zam knows about this.

Zam knows where their similarities lie, she has a good idea of what extremes Derap is willing to go to. She knows how she was in the previous seasons, and she knows Derap better than anyone else active on this server. So the things that she can do with this... Oh, LAWD. OH LAWD.... Derap is in for major enrichment is all I can formulate as of now. She can let those similarities and differences flourish, and it's gonna be beautiful.

Derapchu is an interesting case in this. Zam is the only active player on the server that he can say he really knows. For a large portion of the season he has stuck by her and to her no matter what, supporting every decision, waiting for her during her absence like a sad little dog. Dammit, he still hasn't left Zaun! This "beautiful fever dream" is something he still lives and breathes with, even if he technically doesn't live there anymore. So I can't even begin to imagine what's it gonna be like with all this turned on its head with Zam becoming his enemy. Your one safety net throughout months of your life is now the person tormenting you. What do you even do?

TL;DR: Zam and Derap are similar yet different and that combined with Derap's dependence on her through S6 has the potential to make this dynamic into something really special. So! As much as I usually don't enjoy my favourites being enemies, I'm really, really excited to see what the two CCs can do with this!!! So I hope it all comes to fruition. ^_^

[inspofromancientworld]

Code of Hammurabi

By Mbzt - Own work, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=16931676

The Code of Hammurabi was written between 1755-1850 BCE in Akkadian and inscribed on a basalt stele, or stone pillar, that is 2.25m (7' 4.5") tall. It was rediscovered in 1901 in Susa, Iran, was taken as plunder, and now is in the Louvre Museum in Paris France. It is the longest, most organized, and best preserved legal code of the ancient Near East. It is not the oldest, though. That title goes to the Code of Ur-Nammu, which was written around 2100-2050 BCE and was still being copied when Hammurabi's code was written. There did seem to be a change in focus, though, from compensation in the Code of Ur-Nammu to punishment in the Code of Hammurabi.

By Mbzt - Own work, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=59794940

The top of the stele has an image of Hammurabi and Shamash, the Babylonian god of the sun and justice, on it. The figure on the left is standing, facing the other with one hand raised and the other held across the waist with fabric draped over his arm. The other is seated, wearing a multilayered skirt, holding a rod and ring in one hand, seemingly offering or accepting it, with what might be the back of the chair or rays coming from behind his shoulders. Whether the standing figure is Hammurabi or Shamash is up for debate. The Rod and ring are thought to be measuring tools or emblems of kingship.

By Deror avi - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6042133

In total, there are 4130 lines of text on the stele. The first 300 go through Hammurabi's royal authority based on his family line and being chosen by Marduk, the patron deity of Babylon, and other gods conferred on him. He then enumerates his many qualities as king, including being 'pious' repeatedly. The last lines of the introduction state that the the writing of the Code was to fulfill Marduk's request to 'establish "truth and justice"…for the people'.

The next 3330 lines enumerate the laws of the Code. These lines cover approximately 282 laws covering a wide range of topics from offenses against the law such as leveling false charges through to property law, trade law to family law, as well as labor laws. It isn't, however, a complete codex of the laws of the land as it misses laws relating to shepherds though it covers laws relating to cattle herders. The laws are also written in an 'if…then…' format, lacking any generalized laws as well as covering some extremely unlikely events, like using goats (very unruly animals) to thresh grain. It also apparently wasn't used very much by judges at the time based on the fact that no legal documentation that we have references it. The closest is two references to 'a stele', but many judgments cite royal decrees, and many judgments run counter to the Code.

Some think that the Code isn't an actual list of laws, but an example of how judgments should be formulated, that it was meant to be a work of scholarship. Supporting this is that the laws come in pairs, such as one that says a physician should be paid if they perform a service that heals while they should be punished if the treatment causes death or blindness. Laws also differed based on the offender and the victim. There were three levels of people listed, awīlum, muškēnum, and wardum (male)/amtum (female). Wardum and amtum are the slave class. The other two are uncertain, but most likely 'gentleman' and 'commoner' respectively. There were also nuances within the classes themselves, based on laws that reference one being higher than another.

The final 500 lines reiterate that Hammurabi established the law, that the law should be read aloud to anyone who wrongheadedly brings a lawsuit, and a wish for good fortune on those that follow the laws and the wrath of the gods on those who ignore it. Twelve gods are invoked to punish those who don't acknowledge or adhere to the Code.

[ashes-2-ashes57cba]

The Bad Batch: Specter

Episode 14: War Mantle

edited by: @ryleeeeeenn warnings: cliffhanger

Specter quietly sighed, having finished reassembling her pistol for the third time; with years of training she had formulated an efficient process, but it made for poor inflight entertainment. Omega continued tinkering with Gonky while Hunter twirled his knife between his fingers. 

She chuckled as the girl tried to copy him, clumsily maneuvering her tool across her fingers.

“We’re being hailed,” Wrecker called from the cockpit, grabbing their attention. 

“It’s… Rex,” Echo added, surprised. Hunter and Specter shared a glance before entering the cockpit with Omega. Tech revealed Rex’s projection.

“Hello, boys. Sorry to cut right to it, but I could use your help,” he said; he wore a hood and kept looking over his shoulder. Specter wondered what sort of trouble he had gotten himself into as she sat down.

“What do you need, Captain?” Hunter asked.

“I received a distress signal from a clone trooper, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment to retrieve him,” Rex explained.

“You want us to recover a reg?” Specter questioned, raising a brow with Hunter. 

“He’s an old friend, and he’s in trouble,” Rex sighed, clearly worried. “I need you to get him out.”

“Out of what exactly?” Omega questioned. A device on Rex’s end beeped before he could answer—Specter guessed a proximity alarm.

“Can’t talk right now. Sending you his signal. I’ll be in touch,” he said, quickly ending the hail and disappearing. 

“What was that about?” Wrecker wondered aloud. 

“The distress signal sent by CC-5576 is originating from Daro,” Tech said, reading the data from the signal, “a terrestrial planet in the Outer Rim with no known settlements or installations.” Specter perked up, the number sounded familiar but she couldn’t figure out who exactly it was. 

“What’s he doing all the way out there?” Hunter questioned.

“Well, does it matter?” Echo argued.

“We’ve gone on missions before without much intel. But this would be stretching it,” said Hunter. Specter gazed at him curiously; while he had a point, she couldn’t figure out how exactly it would be a stretch, especially given their most recent experiences. Yet at the same time, she understood Hunter’s caution because of them. 

“Rex wouldn’t ask us for help if it wasn’t urgent,” Echo urged, leaning forward in his seat. 

“Echo’s got a point,” Wrecker nodded along. 

“May I remind you that we are in the middle of a job for Cid. If we deviate, we will not be compensated. No money means no food,” Tech added, giving a pointed glance at Wrecker.

“Oh yeah. Tech’s got a point,” Wrecker nodded again.

“But Rex’s friend is in trouble. That’s more important than getting paid,” Omega said, joining the debate. 

“Well, the kid’s got a point,” Wrecker nodded once more. They all turned to Specter next, ready to hear her thoughts on what they should do. She sighed. Specter couldn’t guarantee she could voice a clearly thought-out opinion; something made her uneasy about the whole mission, whether it was simply stress, or a bigger underlying issue. 

“I don’t know. I just… I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Specter admitted, massaging her temples and leaning back. “I feel like this is going to be a catalyst for something… but I can’t explain what.” She turned her gaze up to Hunter. “It’s up to you, Sarge.” He paused to consider their options.

“Fine. We’ll check things out. But…” he sighed, “I don’t like it.” Hunter motioned for Tech and Echo to go ahead and set a course for Daro before returning to the hold to try and find more information. Omega made her way closer to Specter, taking her hand. 

“Are you okay?” the girl whispered. “I’ve been worried about you since Bracca.”

“Yeah,” she lied, feigning a smile, “I’m fine. I promise.” Omega crossed her arms and shook her head with a scowl. 

“You’re very obvious when you lie,” she scolded. “I know I’m only a kid, but I want to help!” Specter hesitated to answer, running a hand over the girl’s hair. 

“To be honest, Meg… I’m not sure. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I just feel like something inside me is changing,” Specter explained.

“Changing? Into what?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out, hun,” she ruffled the girl’s hair; Omega giggled, and Specter smiled, genuinely now, watching as she ran off to join Hunter. 

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“We are approaching Daro’s atmosphere. I’ll bring us in low to avoid any possible tracking scanners,” Tech said as they exited hyperspace a while later. Specter forced herself to keep her hands down to refrain from nibbling on her nails. 

“We’re banking a lot on a clone we don’t even know,” Hunter muttered.

“Rex trusts him. And I trust Rex,” Echo reassured. Tech continued flying the ship closer to the beacon, landing in a small clearing in the woods. Hunter exited the ship first, pistol raised and ready to cover Tech as he used his datapad. Specter and the others followed them out.

“The signal is coming from that direction,” Tech pointed in the distance, looking up from his device. Having Wrecker guide her, Specter walked backward and guarded the rear—her anxiety and suspicion had not withered away. There was something off about the area that she couldn’t put her finger on. 

“What’s wrong?” Wrecker whispered. 

“The birdsong is too far away,” she muttered. There was something disrupting their environment, enough so that they decided to stay away from the area.

“The beacon should be right ahead,” Tech said, stopping the group. Specter looked around more, watching as Omega hopped up to a log and pulled out the beacon.

“Found it!” She handed it to Tech.

“So, where’s this reg?” Wrecker questioned, looking around as well and messing with some branches. Specter found an obvious clue at her feet; she got Hunter’s attention and nodded toward the marks on the ground.

“We’re already too late,” he said gravely, sniffing at the dirt between his fingers. “The clone was being hunted.”

“He was dragged,” Specter finished, looking off to where the marks led. “That way,” she said, leading the group. 

Closer to the mountain, Hunter stopped them.

“Hang on,” he said, kneeling down and tilting his head—Specter could tell he was sensing something. “There’s something here, inside that mountain.”

“I believe you are right,” Tech said, stepping forward with his datapad, “My scans are being jammed.” 

Specter would agree; the whisper in her head had become a soft buzz once they had reached the base of the mountain. Something was inherently wrong with the sight before them. 

“You said there was nothing on this planet,” Wrecker argued, looking at Tech.

“That data appears to be inaccurate,” he shrugged.

“Wrecker, why don’t you and Omega wait on this ship,” Specter suggested with urgency. Omega’s face contorted into confusion.

“Wait, why can’t-”

“Coming here was up for debate. This isn’t,” Hunter interrupted. The girl deflated but ultimately joined Wrecker in the hike back to the ship. 

The remaining four of them followed Hunter closer up the mountain. Specter stared at the mountain face once more when they stopped again.

“What is it?” Echo asked.

“A shuttle landed here,” Hunter explained. 

“What exactly is in that mountain?” Specter questioned, now frustrated at the mystery.

“Only one way to find out,” Hunter sighed, standing up and turning towards her. She sighed too, sizing up their path.

“It’ll be a long hike, but it’s doable. If we want to keep our momentum, we shouldn’t stop for breaks, got it?”

“Got it,” the boys replied. 

“Alright. Keep up the pace, fellas.”

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Soon enough, they reached the top of the mountain and came upon a base inside it. Specter gave a low whistle, marveling at the scale of it before turning around to watch the rear.

“This looks like some sort of military base,” Hunter observed, astonished. 

“Not one that I’ve ever heard of,” said Tech. 

“Get down,” Specter hissed, seeing a shuttle approach. They heard the whine of its engines as it crested over the treetops and made a landing approach inside. 

“Come on. Let’s get a close look,” Hunter suggested. The group made their way down to the top of the base, peering over the edge above a lift shaft. 

“I’m clocking a couple of commandos and squads of clone troopers,” Echo reported, peering through his binocs. “And they’ve upgraded their armor.”

“What? Let me see!” Specter, almost too enthusiastically, trained her sniper scope to get a glimpse. “Pfft. You call that an upgrade? It looks terrible.”

“Let me see,” Tech reached for Echo’s binocs. 

“It’s not much to look at,” Specter mumbled, moving her sights to assess the rest of the complex.

“Not just that. The mountain’s natural composition makes this mase well-fortified and nearly impenetrable,” Tech assessed. 

“This is no longer just a simple extraction. Let’s get back to the Marauder and leave word for Rex,” ordered Hunter. Specter hesitated to get up, as did Echo. 

“But what about the mission?” he asked. Hunter and Tech had already made it several feet away, while Specter was still hoisting herself up off her stomach. 

“We do not know for certain if CC-5576 is even in there… or if he is still alive,” Tech argued. 

“We’d be going in blind without any reinforcements,” Hunter added. Specter sighed as she stood up, clicking her tongue and putting a hand on Echo’s shoulder. 

“I hate to bring this up, but we did the same on Skako Minor when we rescued Echo. he’d still be trapped in that place if we hadn’t.”

“If there’s a chance that trooper’s being held against his will, we have to try to get him out,” Echo added. Specter tilted her head, knowing Hunter would only need a few seconds before changing his mind and engaging in the mission.

“Let me update Wrecker then,” he sighed, crouching down again with Echo and Specter. She smiled under her helmet and returned to her stomach, keeping track of operations through her rifle scope. “Wrecker, do you copy?” Hunter called through the comm.

“Yeah, we hear ya. Did you find the reg?” their companion came through. 

“Not yet. But we did find an Imperial base built inside this mountain. We’re going in,” Hunter reported.

“Wait for us! We’ll help,” Omega chimed in. 

“Negative. Stay on the ship. You’re our backup,” he ordered. Specter could almost see Omega’s disappointed face, but this mission was too risky and none of them were comfortable letting the girl join. “Comms will be jammed once we’re inside, so keep alert.”

“If we’re not back by nightfall, get Omega back to Cid’s,” Specter added. She hated to think of the possibility of something bad happening to them, but a contingency plan was better than no plan. 

“I’ll need to tap into the central database to pinpoint CC-5576’s location,” Tech addressed the group.

“There are entry points we can access in the lift shaft. That’s our way in,” Echo said. Without another word, the group ran to the edge of the roof and jumped on top of the lift just as it arrived at the top floor. With its passengers off-loaded, the lift descended; Specter calculated their speed and noted the sides of the shaft, observing how they would be able to hold on.

“Get ready to jump,” Hunter announced in a hushed tone. On his signal, they all jumped off the lift and clung onto the side of the shaft, waiting for the coast to clear before making their way inside. Quietly and carefully, they snuck through the corridors. 

Echo plugged into a terminal, Tech stood beside him to help process the data. Specter kept an eye out for any form of surveillance, thankfully finding none. 

“Anything? Hunter asked.

“This encryption’s new,” Echo said. “This might take a while.” 

“Think you can do recon without getting caught?” Hunter quietly asked Specter.

“Like you even have to ask,” she scoffed, ducking around the corner and disappearing. 

Guards were sparse, oddly enough, but every now and then, a squad led by a commando would pass. Specter figured they were running drills more than they were actually patrolling… but she could always be wrong. She watched as a commando pulled out an access card and inserted it into a port by the lift doors. She took note—something they will have to keep in mind.

Her comm quietly beeped: Hunter’s recall signal. She rejoined the group at the terminal. 

“Well?” 

“Found him,” said Echo. “Cellblock 25, four levels down.”

“How does the security look?” Tech asked, turning toward Specter.

“Scarce. I’d say it’s suspicious, but it’s the best we got,” she shrugged, leading the group back to the outer lift shaft. 

After a quick climb down, they found the cellblock they were looking for and needed only to find their clone prisoner. A single guard paced up and down the hall, making some remarks toward an occupied cell. Hunter snuck up and punched him hard, knocking him out.

“Are you CC-5576?” Echo asked.

“That depends. Who’s askin’?” the clone inside asked. Specter ran forward, recognizing the tone of voice.

“No way, Gregor?” she exclaimed, lifting up her helmet. “I thought it was you!” Echo plugged into the terminal to open the cell.

“Hey, Specter!” Gregor greeted with a smile, recognizing her. “Now there’s a face I can’t forget.”

“Wow, you really did hit your head,” she teased, laughing and hugging her friend once he stepped out.

“You two know each other?” Hunter questioned apprehensively. 

“Oh, yeah. Spec and I are training room buddies,” Gregor explained. “What are you doing here?”

“Rex sent us to rescue you. Now, come on, let’s move out before anyone else misses you,” Specter said, nodding for him to lead. Tech, Echo, and Hunter gave each other confused looks but followed behind Gregor and Specter. 

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The pair led the group down numerous corridors, minding any passing patrol squads. Eventually, they came to a junction with loads of troopers at the other end of the hall.

“They’re gathered for inspection. There’s no way past ‘em,” Gregor said.

“If we can’t reach the lifts, we can’t get out of here,” Echo added. 

“I can redirect them,” Tech chimed in, leading the group to a control panel further away. Gregor took the time to observe their armor.

“That armor… You didn’t mention your group were CCs, Spec,” he said. Specter giggled.

“Come on, Gregor, you know we’re too defective. You’re looking at CT-99s,” she gave a small bow. Hunter bit his tongue, not liking the way he kept calling her by the nickname he thought was exclusive to him. He also knew it was not the time to be jealous.

“Defective clones?” Gregor chuckled. “If you ask me, it’s the ones who want to stay here who are really defective.”

“What was your assignment?” asked Echo.

“I was an instructor-” an alarm cut Gregor off. Specter raised her rifle on instinct.

“What’s going on, Tech?” Hunter questioned.

“I keyed a Code 16 to redirect their forces. I don’t know what happened,” Tech explained, frantically looking for his mistake.

“Clone codes don’t work here,” Gregor hissed, “you just triggered a security alert!” 

Blaster fire broke out a second later, and the group dove for cover. Specter swore to herself, switching her rifle for her pistol as Tech threw smoke cover. The team shot to stun, hitting a few troopers. When she saw an opening, Specter dashed out into the line of fire through the smoke cover, using the wall to jump and pound into a trooper’s head, knocking him out, and using the continued momentum to drag the commando leader down to the floor, locking him in a tight chokehold with her legs until he stopped moving. Gregor and Hunter had followed her in as well, each taking down the last of the troopers. While the moment was still quiet, Specter swiped the key card off the commando’s belt.

“Is there another way off this base?” Hunter asked, coming around to pull Specter up.

“Only one way out. Up,” Gregor answered. 

“Look at this,” Tech spoke up, pulling the helmet off of a fallen trooper. “These are not clone troopers.” The man under the armor had a thin face and blond hair—definitely not a clone.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Gregor scoffed. “These are our replacements. If you can believe that.”

“Pfft, I don’t. I’m irreplaceable,” Specter shook her head before running off with the group. 

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They ran through the maze of corridors, following Gregor’s lead while stunning any troopers in their path. Specter made sure to slow her pace to match the boys’; Tech ran up beside Gregor.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” he questioned.

“Hey, I’m the one who escaped here before!” Gregor sounded almost offended.

“And you were captured,” Tech reminded.

“After I made it out,” added Gregor. Specter rolled her eyes but smiled anyway—he was always an interesting and entertaining character. But also interestingly, the Imperial troopers were stunned too easily. Specter imagined she could simply walk down the hall and casually shoot them down. Gregor stopped them at the end of the hall.

“I thought you said you trained these guys,” Hunter commented.

“Yeah, it’s kind of pathetic. Are you a bad teacher?” Specter tilted her head, kicking at the limp hand of a fallen soldier.

“No, I just didn’t teach them everything. That wouldn’t be very smart, would it?” Gregor winked before leading them to the lift.

The soldiers inside were easily surprised and stunned; Hunter and Gregor dragged them out while the rest entered. Tech went to the control panel.

“We need an authorization code,” he said.

“I got it,” Specter fished for the stolen key card and tossed it to Tech.

“Where did you get a hold of that?” Hunter asked.

“Oh, I swiped it earlier,” she shrugged as the lift started rising to the top. Gregor chuckled before Echo spoke up and asked-

“These new troopers, what do you mean they’re our replacements?”

“Well, we clones are soldiers of a Republic that doesn’t exist,” Gregor started to explain. “These recruits come from all over the galaxy. They swear loyalty to the Empire. They’re not as skilled, but there’s an endless supply of ‘em.”

“Numbers aren’t everything,” said Hunter. 

“Maybe not, but they certainly count,” Specter mumbled, nudging him with her elbow. 

“They aren’t,” he insisted, nudging her back. The door to the lift opened, revealing a whole team of troopers. They ducked out of the way of the barrage of blaster fire before they closed the door again and started quickly descending.

“You were saying?” Tech asked sarcastically, giving a pointed look at Hunter.

“Thank you,” Specter appreciated his support of her point. 

“We’ll, uh, take a detour,” said Gregor, winded from the exertion.

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Omega clutched onto Lula, pacing back and forth in the cockpit of the Marauder. It was nowhere near nightfall, but she felt it had been too long since they last checked in. Wrecker, lounging back in the co-pilot’s seat, was of no comfort. 

“How can you be so relaxed?” she asked him.

“Oh, I’m preparing,” he said, clearly not as worried as she was. “I’m chagrin’ up before I charge in.”

“We should’ve heard back from them by now. What if something went wrong?” Omega wondered, and given the team’s track record, it was not outside the realm of possibility. 

“I’m sure they got everything under control. Besides, Specter’s with them!”

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“I feel like this is worse than before!” Specter shouted over the cacophony of blasters. Little by little, the group retreated down a hall, defending against the Imperial troopers hot on their tail. Her arms ached from using her pistol, but using her rifle wouldn’t make any difference in the battle they were in. 

“Hunter!” Tech shouted, tossing him a smoke bomb. Hunter caught it and threw it, allowing for them to stun the closest troopers and move out.

Rounding the corner, an orange armored commando jumped in and caught them off guard, shooting Gregor twice in the chest plate. The boys fired multiple stun rounds to no avail; Specter took the opportunity to drop her pistol and reach for her rifle. 

The world around her slowed as she aimed for his blaster, disarming him and his thigh, debilitating him. The commando finally went down as the world around her returned to normal. 

She looked at the rifle in her hands, finding nothing different or peculiar. The odd sensation came and went quickly enough. Blaster fire from down the hall interrupted her thoughts. She holstered her pistol and ran towards cover.

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Oddly enough, the control room they found sanctuary in was empty, but they took the chance to stop and recoup.

“Alright, let me see,” Specter said, taking off her helmet and lifting Gregor’s arm to assess his wounds.

“How bad?” Hunter asked.

“Ha! Don’t worry about me. This is nothing. I got blown up once and survived,” Gregor waved it off. Specter smirked.

“Yeah, you’ll be fine. You’ll hardly notice it tomorrow,” she patted his shoulder, even though he winced in pain.

“They have all access points to the central ring blocked off,” Echo reported. Tech came around with his datapad, analyzing the schematics of the complex.

“There,” he pointed up to a vent shaft. “Those pipes are reactor conduits.”

“And?” Hunter tilted his head for him to continue. 

“Well, they should lead to the main reactor’s external exhaust port. That is our path to the outside,” Tech explained. 

“The exhaust vent’s halfway up the mountain. We can’t survive that jump,” said Gregor as Specter helped him stand upright. 

“Well, we should be able to signal our ship from there,” she said. 

Tech threw a small grenade at the grate to the vent. The explosion popped it off, allowing for Tech to hoist up Hunter and Specter so they could help the others up. 

Hunter kicked another vent grate off, leading to the final passageway to the exhaust port. It was still daylight outside; Specter breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Hey,” Hunter muttered, grabbing her attention. “Nice shot back there, with the blaster and the leg. How did you do it?”

“Oh, I don’t really know. It just… felt right,” Specter shrugged. “You want to try calling Omega and Wrecker?” Hunter nodded.

“Wrecker, Omega, come in,” he said into the comm, motioning for the group to keep going.

“We read you, Hunter,” Omega’s voice came through; Specter felt herself relax.

“We have the target, but we ran into some trouble. We need a pickup,” Hunter reported.

“On our way,” the girl reassured. The team made it to the edge of the exhaust port, noting the very distant ground below. Specter’s stomach flipped, perhaps in sympathy for Wrecker’s absence. 

“Ooh,” Gregor chuckled, “glad we’re not going that way.”

“You and me both,” Specter mumbled, shuffling an inch back away from the ledge. 

“We are on approach!” Omega said through the comm. Indeed, the Marauder had risen up out of the trees and made its way toward them.

“We see you,” Tech replied. 

But unfortunately, so did the troopers that followed them through the passageway. Blasters were fired from behind, the group ducked out of the way to the surrounding rocky ledge. Specter continued firing, carefully aiming around the rocks of the cliff. Tech signaled at her; she nodded at his plan.

Together they jumped out into the open, Tech went high while Specter crouched low and stunned the troopers in their way, covering the Marauder’s approach. The pair ducked out of the way as Wrecker appeared behind them on the gangplank of the ship, firing into the tunnel. 

“Little closer!” he shouted into the ship. 

“Is Omega flying?” Specter wondered aloud. 

“Come on!” Wrecker urged as the ship drifted closer to the ledge. Hunter and Echo covered Tech as he jumped on first and dashed inside to take over. Specter helped Gregor jump, Wrecker helped him on board. As Specter was about to jump, the Marauder pulled away to dodge incoming fire from Imperial air support. She yelped, almost losing her balance before Hunter pulled her back to safety. 

Without a second thought, she pulled out her rifle and shot down a fighter in retaliation, growling. Echo and Hunter continued firing into the tunnel, slowly but surely taking down the troopers. 

“We’re coming back around. Be ready!” Tech said from the comms.

“Copy!” Specter replied, shooting down another soldier. The ship came around again with Omega at the door. 

“Jump!” she cried, reaching out. 

“Echo, you first!” Hunter ordered. He nodded and joined Omega, reaching for whoever was next. “Spec!”

“Not without you!” she protested. 

“Go!” Hunter shouted. Specter groaned and did as she was told just before more air support arrived with a barrage of fire. Tech began to pull away. Hunter jumped… but slipped and fell off the gangplank. Omega gasped.

“Hunter!” Specter screamed, reaching out for him with only Echo and Omega holding her back. He seemed to fall in slow motion, reaching out for her. Her heart pounded in her head; she thought of every possible way to save him, but to no avail. Hunter already twisted around to try and break his fall in the treeline and someone yanked her back inside the ship. Tech flew away as fast as he could until the blaster fire ceased.

“Multiple system failures!” Tech cried from the cockpit. “We cannot take many more hits!” 

“Hunter?” Specter tried through the comm, hoping he was still okay. 

“Get the ship out of here,” he said, “I’ll find another way back.”

“Absolutely not!” she argued.

“The odds of escape are not in your favor,” Tech added.

“Go, Tech! That’s an order!” Specter flinched as Hunter yelled, feeling tears crawl down her face under her helmet. 

“No! Turn around! We have to go back for him!” Omega cried, rushing into the tail gun. “Hunter, tell them to come back! Order them to come back!”

“Hunter, don’t do this,” Specter whimpered. They heard him sigh.

“Sorry, girls. I can’t do that.” 

Hey guys, thank you for reading this chapter! Don't forget to vote in the poll if you want me to continue this series!

[xclowniex]

why do you hate hasan?

I think hate is a strong word.

I don't watch his streams besides when people ask me about certain vods or when clips come on my tik tok feed so I don't know enough about him as a CC outside of his political streams and because I don't know him irl, I don't know who he is outside of content creation as a whole.

I do dislike him as a "journalist" and political content creator.

He frequently spreads lies about Israel like having your ethnicity on your ID card (which is false as it's been removed out of legislation about a decade ago) and other lies.

He also inserts himself into conversations which should only be held by jews such as if we are white or not.

His debating strategy is dogshit as well. Trust me, I am very familiar with it as my father has a similar strategy.

He is never open to hearing out his opposition when debating. Which makes it not a debate but an argument.

IWhat I mean by that is you should be open to hearing a person out and formulate your argument to prove against what they say. You don't need to change your beliefs on a topic although you can in some debates.

Hasan's whole tactic is just "but what about this!!!!!"

Which doesn't at all properly address what the other person is saying.

Two wrongs doesn't make your side right. It just makes your side also at fault of doing something wrong.

I've seen debates from journalist's who frequently interview him, who then debate Hasan run circles around him and I don't even always agree with the people he debates either.

His fans also frequently ask him for talking points. Like in his stream people will ask "what do I say if someone says this to me" which is not good. You should not be parroting your fave CC's opinions.

Why? Because if someone says something back to you, you're now left repeating the same thing over and over again or waiting for your fave CC to tell you what to say again. It does not encourage thinking for yourself.

Whilst it's Hasan's fans who ask for things to parrot, he still encourages it which is bad.

His journalism isn't even real journalism. He doesn't present the facts and then state his opinion. He states his opinion and then says the facts as they suit his opinion.

The fucking dude on tik tok who's nick name is news daddy does a way better job at journalism.

In summary, I dislike him and thinks he's shit at the journalist and political stuff he does

[pilot-doodles]

HELLO! I was tagged in this "Get to Know me" thing. wazzup. thanks, @alyxtried

Last Song - Blood Upon the Snow- Hozier, Bear McCreary

The song fits some of my OCs super well, I keep putting that song on in the car and get really lost in it. It's one of those songs that if given the right time to sit and listen, will give me full body chills. today was one of those days!

Currently Watching - Star Wars Rebels (Season 2)

I can't shut up about Star Wars ever and because I am fun and love live My favorite animated series is Rebels. I wanted to show it to my roommate. Every time I re-watch it I notice more and more. I'm also watching Ashoka so It is nice to see the parallels. and GOD i love Hera Syndulla so much.

Currently Reading - Burning Chrome- William Gibson

Reading is SUUUUPER hard for me for some reason, so I find myself picking up and putting books down often. I rarely get so engrossed in a book that I finish it, but that's why Burning Chrome works for me. it's a scify anthology/short story comp that I can pick up and put away whenever I want. the few books I strongly recommend are Piranesi and the Winternight Trilogy!

Current Obsession - (Still) Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Baldur's gate 3

before I go back on my Star Wars bullshit, I'm still playing BG3 with my beloved bard, Viv. I don't have as much free time as I did a while back but I still want to finish the story.

Favourite Colour - Red

it's been my favorite since I was a kid! I don't have a single explanation for it but it's always my favorite. I use it a lot in character design. I am also a fan of a good gold and black. the combo of red, dark navy and gold will always make me go insane. (in a good way)

Favourite Candy - Gummies

who has ONE favorite candy? what? I love gummies, hard candy, dark chocolate, anything with lemon- the more I think of it I don't think there's anything I actively dislike! except circus peanuts and candy corn but I think I'm allergic to them.

Favourite Game of All Time - Final Fantasy Crisis Core

I don't know who knows but I have a tattoo of the buster sword (Zacks OG CC version). it's on my left forearm. the tattoo artist I got was amazing, too. Crisis Core was extremely formative for me and had formulated some of the ideals I hold today.

Current Pets - Tadashi (gray longhair cat) and Acorn (Society Finch)

My boy tadashi was a shelter cat who probably would have died if I hadn't gotten him when I did. He came to me with a life threatening respiratory infection and ringworm, fleas, kennel rashes, etc. He's all fixed up now and living his best life as a spoiled, fat housecat. he's a bit standoffish to people, but really loves being with people. I also live with my sister's two cats, madeline and Olive.

Thanks for the tag, If someone wants to do it, go for it! I would love to hear about the vast beautiful worlds you got going on! (trying not to tag irl friends) Theres a lot of you active mutuals, so if I missed you and you wanna do it, I have spiritualy tagged you.

@magicalzombiegirl @ramroadrage @sternenhimmel-mond @thatoneperson1967 @astro-b-o-y-d @jesterrlavorre @phobosapollo @nionbell

[iosuzu]

ok this i can post on here for now until i make a proper. anything

for everyone: generally sharing ok yayy

- alkaid: yumeship since 05/01/24 with my. very similar self insert, shes like a mix of me (personality wise) and mc/little painter (as in. i dont have any personalized backstory or anything Yet so i will continue to project onto her for now) name staying as sera (though might change?). 🌟🍰. fine with cc/cc

- iori: oc/canon with suzu. waow 🐰🍒 i7!suzu is in an idol group as well, goes to the same school as iotmhr. might look through tweets to figure out an anniversary date hehe. fine with cc/cc Except for 31 or 13. die

- naisu: Girl so. ok. just saying it i feel like

but LISTENNN.... 4pc final ceremony live changed something within me shoutout to kenta m.atsui. and suzuki too obv but....... well anyway he seems really pleasant ive only read 1/4 of the 4pc stories but im really looking forward to seeing more of him :)

"what would the yumeship lore/setup be" you may ask I have no idea. idk enough abt HIS backstory yet to fully formulate But i will be back (possibly)

also. A second bnuy guy has hit the towers..... this rabbit hole fanart is soooo . mmnhfsznmfhg.. hes 🐇 thank god theres 2 rabbit emojis.

- sunday: hes really interesting #tome... guys to study under a microscope. but i also get both cuteness agression and actual affection towards him so.

- ibarachan: lost focus and had a consensual workplace situationship with suzu. LOLLLL. as i said theyre both cospro unit producers so i think its a funny dynamic (suzus personality is What you would expect from a Kurebi Producer and ibara is. well. ibara)

might add the reat later lalalalalala

[thecoolerliauditore]

I rly dont care what the ccs get up to but i love reading ur commentary like its the sunday paper

I've actually been getting back into watching a youtuber I used to watch as a kid recently and getting vine boom sounds in my brain cus his takes are so, so similar to mine and I'm wondering now how much todd in the shadows had a hand in my formulative years.

Because I genuinely could not give less of a fuck physically about what his videos are about (the music industry) but he explains them in such a witty and cutthroat yet obviously loving and passionate way that I couldn't help but listen to and respect him. "walking talking lizard man lil wayne" has been stuck in my vocabulary for ages. Plus the constant disclaimers about his own taste and the fact that disagreement is inevitable -- which i have. disagreed with him plenty as an imagine dragons stan.

scott smajor is to me what katy perry or perhaps taylor swift are to todd in the shadows, is what i'm trying to say. and i hope you are as entertained listening to me pick the block guys apart as much as i am listening to todd perform a dissection on justin timberlake.

[scoops404]

i feel horrible. I feel betrayed and I’m depressed but strangely not surprised?

Its not even, not even about who is worse or whatever, i just- I heard connor eats pants talk, he said how george and the dream team, (even if they don’t acknowledge it,) have a large young girl audience. That’s the part of the audience that helped them grow.(And id say the audience who was the most emotionally, young girls or queer people who a lot of the time grew up presenting female or queer people in general, who are also at higher risk of getting used or assaulted ) and how its disgusting and disappointing to see them drop these weird points about consent and i (as a part of that demographic myself) - that really hit me in some way. That really hit me and something about it rings in my chest with hurt an realisation. It makes me incredibly sad, and yet it makes me realise stuff.

That point to me seems incredibly important.

That fact makes their statements seem ignorant..

Im slowly coming to terms with how I personally want to move forward with acknowledging their content, the content that was genuinely helping my depression and was part of my routine. So I didn’t formulate this to be some sort of statement, but more of a “oh” moment that i wanted to share

These men don’t feel like they care about the large audience they hurt.. young girls, and how their respective statements about consent could affect idk their world view? :/

Something i got reminded of when reading tumblr after watching that connor tiktok clip of his stream.

I see where you're coming from and what you're feeling is valid and it's entirely up to you if you want to stay or not

I just think that we've seen a lot of examples of them being good to women, in a professional sense as well as personally (as recent as Sapnap's birthday stream we saw George direct the camera away from Sylvee's skirt while she was climbing the wall). This is not a defense of George's behavior regarding the Caiti situation in any way, shape, or form, but we also can't erase the good behavior that we have witnessed, you know?

Like, I've left fandoms for petty reasons and big reasons (i used to love shane dawson, I used to love david dobrik, i went on a weird hate watch spree for a couple depressing months in like 2018 for the paul brothers--i'm not proud) and when a cc's behavior becomes clear, I drop their ass. Even through the drituation, I've never seen behavior from the dreamteam that I thought was hateful against anyone and I believe they've always shown that they want to do what's right when they do mess up.

Do I think they have room to grow? Yeah, absolutely. But I don't think they secretly hate women or are exploiting us. ((no matter what Hannah is saying now, they have had many close female friends for quite a while--Puffy, Sylvee, Gia--and I feel like those people wouldn't have stuck around if they were shitty to women constantly when off camera))

I don't think this incident with Caiti is just another in a long line of dubious consent situations (not that I can know). If I thought they were doing this behind the scenes all the time, I'd nope out. I'm hoping that they can take this as a learning moment and find greater nuance in consent. We are always learning and Dream, the most, has always shown he's willing to take criticism and realize why something was wrong and not do it again. We've seen this from George too when he apologized for old screen shots with slurs. They aren't perfect, none of us are, but I have hope that they'll move forward with a clearer idea.

To be quite honest, I have seen the conversations around consent morph in my lifetime. It's a wonderful thing to see women speaking up and being believed and consequences coming down on men when, historically, that has almost never been the case. We need to keep having these conversations and reinforcing the line, no matter how uncomfortable it can be.

As far as dream team not caring about their audience, I can't really disagree with that right now lol. I certainly don't really feel cared for, but I'm here more for my friends now at this point.

Keep thinking through what this means for you and how you want to move forward for yourself. there's nothing wrong with putting them down for a while. I see a trend of former fans burning the ground as they leave, but like, you can just leave or take a little hiatus from dreamteam, and that's absolutely fine! You can always change your mind and come back, or you can find something else and get super invested in that. No one is going to track what you're doing and judge you, I promise.

As far as content to help you through depression, I can't recommend Brittany Broski and Trixie and Katya enough. I've been listening to Trixie and Katya's Podcast, the Bald and the Beautiful, for my long commutes and they keep me laughing. I'd start with their "Unhhh" youtube series though because it's..... Hilarious

Sorry this got so long. Classic Scoops