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stereopticons · 6 months ago

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2024 Fic Writing Round-Up

I was holding off on doing this in the hope that I’d be able to post at least another fic but I have no plans to post another one before the end of the year. So here we go!

Ultimately I posted 17 fics and 34,782 words (not including drabbles posted in this collection) despite not writing at all for several months because of life.

January:

love just leaves you bruised [david/patrick, T, 1.4k]

Patrick keeps something from David, and it causes an argument. They make it all okay.

February:

oh honey, you can have me when you want me [david/patrick, E, 3k]

David accidentally buys Patrick a joke hoodie. Patrick wears it, to great effect.

March:

a long winter of indifference [david/patrick, T, 1.7k]

The resulting infinitesimal shift in their marriage grew and swelled with each little stressor—the anemic sales throughout December putting a strain on their savings, the damage the cottage sustained in an early January snowstorm, all the little swipes and jabs they’ve taken at each other in the intervening months—and now David is staring at the rigid line of his husband’s back, afraid that something’s been irreparably damaged.

April - August

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

September

stronger than iron, stronger than steel [david/patrick, E, 3.7k]

It's David and Patrick's sixth wedding anniversary and they celebrate the best way they know how.

October

you are my sweetest downfall [david/patrick, E, 906, part of kinktober]

David's bad at taking compliments. Patrick makes him take them anyway.

head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered [alex/henry, E, 1.1k, part of kinktober]

Alex needs to get out of his head. Henry’s got just the thing.

she’s so soft like silk chiffon [june/nora, E, 826, part of kinktober]

June and Nora get up to a little bit of fun the first night at the lake house.

I’m tasting metal… [david/patrick, E, 902, part of kinktober]

David gets his tongue pierced and Patrick has to wait until it heals to enjoy the, uh, benefits. Turns out, it’s worth it.

burn me out from the inside [david/patrick, E, 953, part of kinktober]

But Patrick knows his boyfriend well enough to know that he can’t control his face even in the best of times, but especially not when he’s warming his cock in Patrick’s mouth. And if they know David is getting his cock sucked, everyone in town will know who is under the counter.

The threat of discovery sends a fiery thrill up Patrick’s spine. He whines around the cock in his mouth.

bells will ring, the sun will shine [alex/henry, E, 861, part of kinktober]

Alex sees Henry in his wedding tux for the first time and has a LOT of feelings about it.

I feel dizzy, I feel sunny, I feel fizzy and funny and fine [david/patrick, E, 3.5k, part of kinktober]

Patrick makes a purchase that he and David both thoroughly enjoy.

I don’t want play if I’m gonna lose but I don’t wanna lose ‘cause I didn’t play [alex/henry, M, 1.4k, part of kinktober]

Henry and Alex meet at a club. It doesn't go quite as well as Alex hoped.

November

I know it gets hard just to breathe sometimes (I’m never gonna forget your name) [david/patrick, E, 2.8k, part of kinktober]

“I’m fine, it’s just…” David sighs, frustrated. He had hoped that making out with Patrick would take his mind off of things without having to acknowledge that that’s what he was trying to do, but of course Patrick knows him too well. “It’s everything. The news, my mom, everything.” He waves a hand at the general state of things.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Patrick offers, scratching his fingers through the hairs at the nape of David’s neck.

“Later, maybe?” David replies. “I think I, um, just need to get out of my head for a bit?”

you can call me, call me any time [alex/henry, E, 502, part of kinktober]

Henry is away in London and Alex can't sleep. Filth ensues.

December

help yourself to happiness, sprinkle it with mirth [david & patrick & stevie, G, 200, part of the @scmdc-secret-santa-gift-exchange]

David, Patrick, and Stevie try to decorate a gingerbread house together. It goes as well as to be expected.

gather up the avenues [david/patrick, E, 10.3k]

David and Patrick broke up months ago, but living with the memories has been hard for them both.

the shape of things we cannot ignore [david/stevie, E, 610, part of kinktober]

David, Stevie, and some very casual sex with definitely no feelings involved, no sir.

Or, David lies to himself about his feelings while having sex with Stevie.

#2024 fic roundup #schitt's creek #rwrb

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sims3fiend · 2 years ago

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Sims 3 Error 12 "fixes"

Been looking at the infamous error 12 today while playing bald gate and have made a lil bit of progress that I think I should put somewhere, mostly so I don't forget. (AKA just use dxvk for smoother gameplay AND less crashes!)

While none of this is really a complete fix, I think it's a step in the right direction and someone smarter than me might be able to skip a couple steps on their path as a result.

The issue: Sims 3 is a 32 bit game and has a hard limit of 4gb RAM. I have no idea what happens if it hits that limit because I don't have a save bloated enough (yet), but I'm guessing it'd crash. The base game on an extremely bloated save (for me) sits around 2600mb-3100. For whatever reason, saving the game causes a spike in RAM usage ranging from 50 - 400mb+, which if you're lucky will error 12 you, and if you're unlucky will crash you, throwing your last hour+ of gameplay into the bin.

In general, if you're around 3200mb usage, you should've saved 10 minutes ago.

A couple "fixes": Part of the issue is that the game seems to load certain objects/textures into RAM, with VRAM being capped at around 840~mb on a good day, and (maybe?) contributing to the overall limit. Easy way to fix this seems to be using DXVK, which, for me at least, removed the RAM bump when objects are loaded. 0 lots detail loaded? 2700mb, 13? 2700mb. I might write a proper installation guide for it, but for now there's a bit in my general performance tweaks post, along with my config. Another fix is, of course, the tried and true, quit your game every hour, clean your save, pray to god thing, but at certain family/save sizes it does seem like you're just kind of circling the drain. I would recommend if you are playing a 300 person household who own the entire town, dropping ObjectSizeCullFactor down in your graphics.sgr file (also in my tweaks). It's personal preference but 20~ should be mostly unnoticeable while greaaattly helping the initial bloating. I've noticed around a 250mb~ drop from the default settings, but that could just be luck. The rest of my settings don't(and shouldn't) have any impact as far as I can tell, but I'll look more later. Another thing that might help if you're already getting the error and desperately need to save, is unloading lots. There's probably a cooler way of doing this, and there's potential for a mod, but try flying your camera into a far corner, entering the map mode, pressing tab and looking up into the sky/towards nothingness before saving. This gets me around 150-200mb

Setting max detail lots to 0 also helps, but isn't exactly doable for most people (lowest is 1 in game). TS3W.exe+86C647 writes to the value if you're feeling zesty. There's other addresses that could potentially help but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Ideally this would be automatically set when saving, or even more ideally, we could just call a purge/reinitialize every so often. I'm pretty sure the game can reclaim memory, I've seen it happen, I just have no idea what triggered it.

Other basic render-based settings seem to have no impact on RAM/VRAM, which is in line with my sgr stutter findings about clipping distance and fog. Still need to test more tho.

Anywhoo that's all for now. I'll probably keep at it tomorrow, I'd like to see what exactly is causing the bloating and if it's vram based or ram, I feel like it's something really silly that should be easy to fix, but we'll find out

#sims 3 mods #sims 3 #sims3 #error 12 #another rambling post

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the-ace-with-spades · 2 years ago

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Dunno if I'm going to ever finish it (written in bits and pieces at the moment, about 2 out 9 chapters done + dialogues for the rest) but I might as well post it here. It was supposed to be part 1 of a series (the cure series) but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

'cause boys don't cry AU after Eddie leaves 118. When Eddie says a few words too much during an argument, Buck decides to leave LA but still stays in contact with everyone and still acts like Chris' second parent despite being miles away. It takes him two years hopping around the country to realize that his family will still be there without their workplace holding them together. It takes Eddie less to realize he misses him like a lung. Buck-centric, character study, slow burn, mutual pinning, getting together

Any kind of holiday cheer has left Buck and by the time he and Taylor are back in his loft, all he wants to do is sleep and forget the whole day happened.

Taylor takes it in stride. Buck has long suspected that she knows a bit too much about the feelings he has regarding Eddie—the feelings that are also too much. She’s been patient with him, like no one else has ever been, to the point that Buck felt guilt about how she was giving him more than he was giving her.

She lets Buck fester in his own mind while she keeps herself busy with unpacking the leftovers and tupperware Bobby handed them on their way out. She puts it all in the fridge which Buck will have to rearrange later and switch some of the stuff into the freezer. He has his own system and she doesn't know it, even after almost a year of dating. It’s fine.

"I know we promised not to talk about it until after New Year," Taylor says when she closes the fridge, voice soft and soothing in the silence of the loft, "but maybe it's a sign."

"Maybe," he agrees.

A few days before Christmas, Taylor got a job offer. In New York. They promised to talk about that first thing first, in January. They haven't talked about it beyond the offer that Buck could be a firefighter in New York. It was Taylor's offer, a compromise that would keep their both careers intact; an offer that seemed perfect on paper.

One thing is clear—Taylor is going, with or without Buck.

And the thing is, Buck would never hold her back, would never ask her to stay in LA with him and that was probably saying more about their relationship than he'd like to admit. But up until this point, he'd been thinking about a way they should go about their split up—because Buck couldn't do a long-distance relationship again—and not whether he actually could be a firefighter in New York. The wait has, so far, been unexpectedly good for them—maybe a deadline to judge how true their I love yous and I miss yous were and deciding whether the last year really proved they were better as a couple than as friends, maybe it was a good thing. Maybe the certainty that by January, they will know what the rest of their year will look like was something they both needed.

"Let me write some emails before going to bed," he tells her.

She smiles back at him, in a way that's almost calming. Not quite, but maybe in a couple of years…

Three hours later, Buck is tired. He's researched how external transfer could work—and it's manageable even if barely—and he's sent seven different emails with his firefighter CV and certs to various chiefs, admins and HR people.

Maybe it's impulsive. Maybe he should wait a bit and cool down. But maybe this is how he should do things—with his heart as the only guide. And his heart is hurt enough that he would do anything to leave LA as fast as he can.

Taylor brings him a mug of cinnamon tea and he gives her a kiss and the only thing his brain wants to acknowledge right at the moment is that Eddie hates cinnamon.

The next day, they are at work—having the Christmas Day off means going to work before or after it, or both, in Buck's case—and Buck is tying his shoes on the bench in the locker room.

Everyone is quiet. There's no Eddie. The only familiar faces are Hen and Ravi but the rest of the crew is also avoiding Buck's eyes, like they know he can break at the right look.

"You alright, Buck?" Hen asks, in the end, because someone has to and Bobby is already in his office.

"Peachy."

There's nothing else to say. Eddie was right—he has no right to be angry, about anything, or sad or disappointed or—It's not Buck's place to feel anything regarding Eddie or Christopher and he might have forgotten about it but now that he remembers, he's fine. He is.

Everyone leaves the locker room without a word. It's still ten minutes before the shift begins.

Buck keeps on trying and trying but he can't tie his shoes correctly, his hands shaking enough that both ends tangle together before he can make a proper knot.

Hen steps closer, because she won't leave him alone like this. But that's the thing—she will. Three years and she will be doing rounds in a hospital with other med students. And maybe she gave them a lot of heads up to get used to the idea and maybe, definitely, she will be a brilliant doctor, but it's all the same.

Hen stops his hands from tugging on the shoelaces. Her fingers wrap around his palms, embracing the tense muscles until he loosens the grip. She guides them away, closer to her waist.

"Buck," she says. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm fine, Hen."

There's no other truth. He has no right to any other truth.

"I know you're mad, Buck, and I know you don't want Eddie to leave but—"

"I'm not mad, Hen," he interrupts and it's not a lie. He's not mad—he's hurt and he feels stupid that he forgot his place and that he let himself get comfortable and hopeful again. Things with Eddie hadn't been great ever since the shooting and only spiraled downhill once Buck moved out of Eddie's house after he recovered enough to take care of himself and Christopher on his own—he should have known that it was Eddie's choice, that he was recreating boundaries for Buck so he wouldn't cross into a territory he shouldn't.

But it was too late for that.

Buck has already crossed every boundary anyone from the One-Eighteen had set for him. It wasn't intentional—he just thought his boundaries were in the same spots as everyone else's, that they weren't playing house, that they were living it, the same way he did.

"I think Eddie is making the right decision," Buck tells her because that's also the truth and he doesn't like lying.

If Eddie had talked to him about it, Buck would have told him that too—he would have been supportive, would have helped him with shortlisting potential jobs, would have helped him with talking about it with Christopher, would have set a budget and time-off plan, would have put some order into the chaos the decision was. Eddie was doing what was best for Christopher and that—that's something Buck would never deny him. But Eddie hadn't talked to him about it.

And that hurt. That hurt because one of the things Buck has always thought he would have, no matter what his feelings for Eddie were—platonic, romantic or too messed up to name—was that little place in Eddie's family.

And it was like Maddie all over again, too. Because he thought he had that little place in Maddie and Chim's family, that he would be part of the struggle and the decisions and he would be part of the help. It wasn’t about Maddie not being there for him, it was about Maddie not allowing him to be there for her. It's never been about being left behind—it's always been about being part of someone else, having a place with someone.

And if Buck's not part of any of the two, then who exactly is he? Who is Evan Buckley? Maybe it's time to figure it out, on his own. Maybe it's just part of being a human, leaving others behind, never really settling down with anyone, and maybe Buck needs to do exactly that.

He clenches his jaw and slides his hands out of Hen's grip.

He gives her a small smile and uses the same shaking hands to finally tie his boots. He can't look her in the eyes, at least not for more than a millisecond.

"I'm fine, Hen. Really."

Eddie doesn't show up to the shift, or the rest of his shifts, before his two weeks notice runs out—Bobby said he used up the leftover PTO he had, to focus on finding a new job and adjusting to a new life.

Buck picks up Christopher on both Wednesdays and they have a little trip to the cinema and to the new interactive science exhibition for kids they opened just after New Year's. Buck worked on New Year's Eve and on New Year's Day. He takes Chris back home but never walks him past the porch, just watches Eddie open the door for Chris, like he was waiting at the entrance since he heard Buck's Jeep park on his driveway.

He texts Eddie for the first time in two weeks, still sitting in his car in Eddie's driveway, seeing the light turning on in the kitchen of Eddie's house. His engine is on, waiting for Buck to make the escape, to be chased or to be chased out.

To Eddie: Ill pick him up from school for a sleepover next fri

Then, he adds, because he realizes he should be asking for permission;

To Eddie: If its alright with you

A text comes in a minute later.

From Eddie: I have a taster day on sat To Eddie: Ill take him to your abuela b4 my shift then

He puts the Jeep in reverse. He drives to the loft and once he is in the underground parking lot of his apartment complex, he texts Taylor.

To Taylor: Lets do it

There's no signal underground so the text doesn't go through until he's in the elevator. He could unsent it in the next three minutes it takes him to go across the parking lot, if he wanted.

He doesn't unsent it.

He cooks dinner—too much because he never really stopped being used to cooking for two grown men and a growing pre-teen, but Taylor can always take some to work for lunch the next day. It’s a compromise.

Taylor doesn't text him but when she finally comes back from work, she has a soft smile on her face.

She takes a look at Buck, sitting on his couch with an open laptop and filled-out application forms and drafted reply emails to both the chief and the HR admin from FDNY, and she looks at him and steps closer and guides Buck's head onto her chest.

Buck sighs when she brushes her fingers through the short hair on the back of his neck.

It's not quite what he wants but it's something he can grasp now and something that a new place, maybe, can shape into something he wants.

On Thursday, Buck goes to work early. Or earlier than he usually would. He goes through the motions—puts on freshly washed and dried uniform, button after button, even getting done the collar one today, slips his boots on and folds his civvies into a neat pile, packs it all back into the sports bag. He goes through the locker too, packs the athletic wear he has to wash between a small towel and gets rid of the little notes, photos and trinkets he has pinned to the inside of the door. It all lands in the trash can, except for the drawing he has from Christopher, of Buck in turnout gear, now years old, and a little origami flower he got from a kid he had rescued from a pile-up his first year on the job.

His name tag is still missing on his chest and as he looks into the mirror on the wall, checking if he's pinning it down straight and while staring at the Buckley written on the silver plate, he realizes he will have to give back his uniform on his last day.

FDNY doesn't have name tags. Their surnames are embroidered onto the uniform in a bright red thread, permanent in a way that Buck would have loved not so long ago.

"Buck," is what shakes him out of his head.

He looks up in the mirror and Bobby's face is already catching his eyes in the reflection.

"You're early," Bobby continues, in that level-headed, monotone voice he uses when he isn't sure what's going on but has a feeling about it. "There's over half an hour left before the shift starts."

Buck doesn't know what to say to that so he asks, "Can we talk? In private?"

Bobby takes him upstairs, to his office. They are quiet on the way there and Bobby's hand is warm on the small of his back when he closes the door behind them. He doesn't sit down, instead, he leans on his desk and looks at Buck. His arms are open like he's preparing for a hug—Buck expected them to be crossed over his chest.

"Cap—" he says and then he corrects himself. "Bobby, I didn't want you to hear from anyone else but I already submitted a copy to the chief."

He hands him the manila folder he snatched from his locker before following him out of the changing area. Bobby opens the elastic in a second and reads the papers inside.

“I think it’s time,” Buck adds when Bobby doesn't say anything.

This stirs something. Bobby looks almost angry—it's a look Buck's never seen on him. Disappointed, disapproving, defeated? Buck's seen that, not this.

“Time for what? I thought this is what you wanted, what you fought for. Buck, you can’t just—”

“It’s an external transfer, Cap, not a resignation letter," he interrupts. Bobby could, probably, talk him out of this and he knows it.

He needs him not to talk him out of this.

“I need a minute to myself, find a place in—with someone. I got too attached to this,” he admits, without really admitting what this means. “To the station, to the crew, to… We might act like it sometimes, but it isn't a family, isn’t that what you told me? I think I took it too far and—it's not—”

Healthy. It's not healthy for him.

Bobby flinches at the words, maybe because he hasn’t remembered them until now or maybe because he hasn’t thought that Buck would remember them. And he hadn't, not until a few days ago when his heart started breaking after sustaining too many cracks in the last months. It’s been five years and Buck still remembers. This is not a family.

And that's Buck's main point here—it's been five years and Buck is in the same place as he started, maybe there's less stolen trucks and meaningless hookups but emotionally, he's stuck. Desperate for a family. Loving with his whole heart without being loved back the same amount. With no clue who he is, except that he is a firefighter, and although this, somehow, might give him a lifeline to grasp, it's not enough anymore. He doesn't want to just survive, he wants to thrive.

“We are a family, Buck. This crew, we all love you, we will always be your family—”

Buck wants to believe it—

“On shift, maybe.” —he knows better now though. “But after the shift, you all will have your real families. You’ve got Athena, and May, and Harry, and Micheal, Hen has Karen and Denny and her fosters, and—and Chim will have Maddie and Jee and I—I just have an empty apartment and way too many feelings. I hate it, Bobby, I hate how this makes me feel so angry and so desperate and so empty, and I need to be less attached. I need to know who I am again without questioning how much of this is real and how much I imagined.”

He can't look Bobby in the eyes—he knows what he would see if he does. Defeat. Sadness. Maybe even a bit of a heartbreak.

“Taylor got a job offer in New York, I checked with the command and they would need me to recertify there if I wanted to be a fully trained firefighter on the crew or squad but they will gladly let me be a floater in the meantime, I don't even have to redo the full training, just pass the ones reciprocity can't be reached on. I’ll technically belong to Station Two-Fifty-Two but I’ll be bouncing around to whichever house will need me at the time. It’ll be good for me, not getting too involved, you know? Just doing what I love with no strings attached.”

No boundaries to cross or to overstretch. Just Buck, in his purest form. Just Buck, not the imagined version he created in his own mind. No Buck 1.0, no Buck 2.0, no Buck 3.0, no Buck 4.0. Just Buck.

Just Evan.

"It'll be good, I promise," he says and it almost sounds like he's saying, I'll be good.

Bobby stands there, his arms falling down his sides. And then he opens them again, this time wider, this time leaning into Buck's space from afar.

Buck lets him hug him. Lets him hold his nape in his palm and lets him guide Buck's face into his shoulder. Lets him sway Buck from side to side until Bobby's breathing, shallow and rapid, is back to normal. Lets himself have this for the last time.

"Please don't tell anyone about it, Bobby," he pleads into his shoulder. "I have two weeks left. I want them to be normal."

Bobby squeezes his shoulders tighter.

On Friday, he picks up Chris from school.

First thing in the morning, while, he knows, Eddie is driving Chris to school, he parks on the driveway and uses the spare key to get in. He tries not to look around—at the dirty dishes in the sink, at the thrown over the couch blankets, at Eddie's unused work shoes, sitting near the entrance.

It's not his place, to look at them.

Instead, he packs an overnight bag for Chris—his favorite PJs, two in case something gets spilled, clothes for the next day, his weekend workbook, his space-themed notebook, his comfort blanket, the one he had since he was a baby, and Chris's meds for two days.

He hesitates before going back out to his car. Turns around back to the kitchen and takes a sticky note from the fridge and writes down what he doesn't want to say.

Packed stuff for Chris for the weekend. Don't freak out if anything is missing.

The key is under the mat

– Buck

He leaves the sticky note on the fridge and leaves the spare key under the mat. He's flying out in two days, on an overnight flight on Sunday, it's not like he's going to use it again.

Chris is happy to see him. Just like Buck suspected, Eddie hasn't told him the plan for the day. Buck clenches his jaw before saying something along the lines, Glad you liked the surprise, buddy.

The day is good. They start up by making dough for a homemade pizza and the loft looks like a warzone afterwards but Buck doesn't care. While the dough is left to grow, he helps Chris with his homework and then, they finish up the pizza, making a monstrosity of various toppings that probably shouldn't go together. It’s something they’d done multiple times over the years, even if Eddie is usually there with them.

Chris is amazing the whole day like he always is. They play a mix of video games and board games and even play some modified Uno. Chris rambles about his school day throughout the whole ordeal and runs down possible ideas for his upcoming projects by Buck and they discuss the idea of making a giant soda volcano, just to spite Eddie when it inevitably erupts in their living room—Buck makes him promise he will take a picture of Eddie's face when it happens.

They finish up with a healthy snack—veggies and hummus—and Chris and he brush their teeth before they go to bed for their half an hour of before-bed quiet reading time, each with their own book. When Chris's eyes get tired, Buck finishes up the chapter for him, reading out loud, until Chris curls into his chest on the brink of sleep.

Buck tucks them both in. Chris falls asleep as soon as he kisses his forehead.

He remembers the first time like this, back when Eddie was dating Ana and Chris came for a sleepover in the loft while his dad was breaking Buck's heart, laughing in a restaurant with a woman that wasn't Buck. He had been anxious the whole evening and trying desperately not to think why Eddie wanted Chris to sleep at Buck's and not Buck at their house. But as soon as Chris was under Buck's covers, the only thing he could think about was just how scared he was to sleep with Chris in the same bed.

Because no matter how big it was, Chris was so small and Buck was not and Buck was a kicker—and a snorer, according to Chris and Eddie—and the thought of hurting Chris, even by accident, or even putting him in any form of discomfort, made him want to grab a spare blanket and sleep on the floor next to the bed.

He stayed awake for about an hour after Chris fell asleep with his head on his chest, contemplating just not going to sleep, when he felt Chris's own legs kicking his thigh with a single, abrupt movement. And then, somehow, he knew Chris would be fine.

And he holds Chris, for an hour, without falling asleep, just like back then, and he knows Chris will be fine with him leaving. He will be fine because he will make sure of that. It's not going to be like his dad leaving for the army or like his mom leaving for LA after breaking down.

It’s a normal day. The upcoming days will also be normal, even if different.

They are eating breakfast in Buck’s kitchen the next morning, Taylor comes in, says hi to Chris and leaves within minutes with her laptop. Before she goes, she stops in the doorframe, looking at Chris’s back, at how unsuspecting he is, and gives Buck a smile that feels like a squeeze of a hand. He nods back at her and smiles, his cheeks protesting at the motion.

Chris is still half-awake but he finishes his choco-chip pancakes without problems. It’s slow, and quiet, and sunny and Buck hates it.

"There's something we should talk about," he starts when Chris is scrapping off the whipped cream off the side of his plate. Buck hasn’t even tried to eat. "Something I have to tell you."

#buddie #buck my beloved (deregatory)#evan buck buckley #911 fox #op #charlie writes #q

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veebs-hates-video-games · 8 months ago

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I accidentally wrote a post into Discord (i.e. rambled long enough that it turned into one), so I'll put it here too:

It's funny how most of the time everything in Spider-Man is blandly inoffensive to pretty decent, but when it escapes that range it's Not Good

The writing is usually pretty alright, nothing amazing but the characters are handled reasonably well and the plot moves things along

And then they briefly forget how real actual humans work

And do something that makes the standard making-fun-of-the-MCU's-dialog lines like "so that just happened" look good

Also people do literally say the lines people make fun of the writing in the MCU for word for word with no self awareness

I've also managed to glitch it into a state more than once where some map markers just don't show up on the map, or the map is fine but the object or trigger fails to load when you get where it's supposed to be

Quitting out of the game entirely and reloading it fixes everything, but it's still annoying

Someone should make actually good DC games that I like instead of the Arkham stuff, because I've always preferred DC over Marvel

Just reuse the DCUO hybrid universe with everyone's favorite versions of all the characters mashed together instead of being dark and edgy like the terrible movies or all the Batman stuff

I really do keep thinking "wow this game is extremely ok" though

😐👍

Never bad enough to stop playing, never good enough to really be excited about it

It also might be the most Liberal game I've ever played, or at least in a long time

Like there's heavy handed environmentalism all over the place and feel good helping homeless people and basically turning JJJ into diet Alex Jones, but then also being super pro cop and not really envisioning anything outside of the real world status quo being able to be anything other than bad/evil/criminal/etc.

Which is really kind of uninspiring after some of my favorite stuff from the past couple years has been either explicitly revolutionary/anti-cop like 1000xRESIST or Vengeful Heart, or a little further back implicitly like XC3, where fear of change and preserving the status quo at any cost is literally the antagonist, who you have to build mutual aid networks to defeat

For real though, I'd love a single player offline game with the tone and bright colors and greatest hits vibes of DCUO (which I haven't played in several years at this point), even though it'll never happen. And I also wish big budget stuff like this could be as provocative and thought-provoking as something like 1000xRESIST or Vengeful Heart or more quietly subversive like Xenoblade Chronicles 3 instead of being so risk-averse. I really should be spending my time on more stuff like that, but I guess this works for now while there's still construction going on nearby and it's harder to focus on more involved things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#spider-man #mentioned:#dc universe online #1000xresist #vengeful heart #xenoblade chronicles 3

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neverchecking · 2 years ago

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me, reading all the posts about the barbarian armor lately: >:D hehehe I've started a revolution

hehe I'm so glad my brain rot was well accepted, it was eating at me for SO long so I'm glad others enjoyed it xD

ALSO fanfic-fairy-fountain !!! you are so real for the thoughts about cal <33 I've only played parts of his game so I didn't even know if you could get different armor in it,, but him with the barbarian armor?? and being so blushy and shy when reader asks to help paint him?? AMAZING YOU'RE SO BIG BRAINED <33

we've established that sage makes pretty sounds,, but he absolutely does it because he knows it makes the reader putty in his hands,, (like the way I'm so down BAD for feral gremlin sage is unfathomable xD ) BUT CAL,, cal makes pretty sounds because he just feels SO good and he can't possibly contain himself, his head tosses back and his eyes scrunch up and he just whines when your hand drags along his v-line and dip into his skirt to toy with his cock (side note: cal I am on my knees, let me hear you whimper just ONCE pls <3 xD )

and I am all for the idea that reader helps cal out with the paint because he plays up the whole inexperienced thing xD sage and wild know the design by heart and can do it in just a few seconds if needed, but poor cal needs your help :( reader gives in to his lil pout cause he's so sweet <33 (ALSO I can so see cal giving wild and sage a scheming look when it works, because he might be less experienced and such, but I just know he knows what he's doing HAHA )

dear god, and the way wild and sage would absolutely notice if you trailed the handprint on cal just a lil bit lower,,, if the palm of your hand inches just a tad closer to his cock and the purple fingerprints barely peek out of his skirt, they ABSOLUTELY are going to lose it xD reader?? why is there a handprint on cal's upper thigh?? that's not a part of the armor?

reader, wiping purple paint away from their hands and grinning as cal blushes: idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oops I guess I messed up a lil ;)

triplet threesome in barbarian armor when??? (hehe I jest,,, or do I?? XD)

(also this is so off topic, but all your posts make me wanna make a side blog for this omfg xD my LU brain rot is INSANE right now hehe)

ALSO lastly,, the idea of reader having their own set of armor?? or perhaps gifted to them by the triplets after all of their fun?? mayhaps there's a bit of a scuffle as they fight over who gets to paint on you –– sage plays up the experienced card,, he's had the armor so much longer now (twice he's found it!) he obviously knows how to do it better,, but wild and cal would throw a fit xD

I would love to move onto another brain rot because I've been in my twilight and time hours lately, but I keep coming back to this <333 your anons know what's up xD

– moonie <3

Moonie! Welcome back <3

You have certainly started something.

Sage absolutely only makes the noises because of what it does to poor poor reader. (Im so down bad too it's horrendous actually) CAL IS MY PERFECT BABY BOY- And he's making noises because he can't stop them. He doesn't have the experience. He's just crying out, begging for you both to not stop andf to stop because it's just so much. (CAL MY LOVE JUST ONE CHANCE-)

Cal plays the inexperienced card, but he probably could do it all on his own. He's just slower about it. But Reader doesn't need to know a bout it. CAL HAS THE CUTEST PUPPY DOG EYES I JUST KNOW IT- (Also, he is so rubbing it in their faces. Just because he's a virgin does not mean he doesn't know how to pull the strings.)

Wild and Sage are FOAMING AT THE MOUTH- It's a wonder Cal survives the night actually fhonhfnbf (He does it by sleeping with Reader that night)

Reader gaslighting themg gfofnbf

Sage/Wild: There's no paint on the thigh??

Reader: Yes there is, you guys just forget it all the time :)

HIFBFF TRIPLET THREESOMES ARE ALL MY BRAINROT RN

(Spoiler: Yall remember that Ceres and Aaliyah thing I posted? It's making a comeback soon bc that's my hyperfixation rn)

(DO IT BESTIE I'LL FOLLOW IN A HEARTBEAT NFOBFF)

The reader only gets the armor from the triplets wanting to see how far they can take it odlbfbfgf They all get their own paintbrushes at some point govngfong

#cinder rambles #moonie

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sanctified-jasper · 1 year ago

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If anyone leaves an unrelated comment or a comment asking about another fic in one of my fics ever again. I am legally allowed to do a violence. S2G.

FAQ

Zuko Potter

What happened, where is it? i can haz update?

No. Shan't. The sheer self entitlement from the fandom, the Harry Potter side especially was so freaking rancid, it left a massively sour taste in my mouth, I stopped having fun writing the fic, it felt like a thankless chore and all my creativity shriveled up and died. After the number of "update soon. hurry up and update." type comments, I just, got really sick of remembering it even existed. Between that and finding out the author of the source material was paying for hate crimes, on top of being a phobic rascist who took people liking her work to mean the same as people agreeing with her philosophies... I just felt deeply uncomfortable interacting with the fandom in any capacity. I had planned to delete the fic in its entirety, but I put so much goddamned work into that fic that I chose to private it instead.

So I can't read it anymore?

There's a less complete copy on FF.Net because I keep forgetting that bitch exists. It will not be updated ever again, it is as complete as it is ever going to get. That one got dropped a lot sooner than the AO3 version because no one was reading it, so I didn't see the point in double posting.

How do we get the AO3 version back.

Wait for JKR to die? ... or make me a TV Tropes page? IDFK. If you could find a way to stop people from being an asshole in the comments forever I might republic it for that.

Sew Long, Fair Well

Is it dead?

Alas. There's part of the next chapter written, but I got a guy in the comments who thought "you should do this that and the other thing and also make my waifu the main character. Stop telling me she's 2 years old and make her the main character. You're just a bitch and I slap bitches like you all day long. Kill yourself or prove yourself to me, what are you going to do, you can't stop me from reading it." was acceptable behaviour. Decided to shelve it for a few weeks and came back only to realise I wasn't just being petty, I was suffering Burnout. (Which would go on to last almost 2 years.)

So... are you coming back to it. Like, ever?

Oh I hope so. But probably put it in your sub feed and forget about it... maybe pray. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#blog faqs #first post for pinned post #zuko potter #sew long fair well #Sanctified_Jasper

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wine-and-madness · 10 months ago

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So, with information from this post and this post, both by @windvexer (thank you!!!), I have made my first spell!!

This is a "Firmly But Gently But Slightly Intimidatingly Stay Out Of My Space" spell.

I used planetary positions both to make up for this being a novice spell, and because I saw those posts at a time REALLY convenient for it.

In the ~15 minutes before 3:04AM on Saturday the 24th of August, I wrote my components and my intentions behind them on a paper. I sort of got sucked into the spell, so I forgot to take a picture of the list; this is from memory.

Saturday, Saturn, boundaries and limits; set the boundary of my space, and limit outside interaction to only that which I want

3:04, I forget the planetary hour that it is, but it's ruled by the moon; the moon today is a waxing gibbous moon, the start of a decrease; decrease the energies I don't want, keep this space secret and private and cloaked in calming darkness, and begin these changes that I want, begin the decrease of upsetting influences

The edges of the paper are torn; it is the severing my space from things detrimental to the calmness and privacy of the space

The herb in the container is rosemary; it's one of the herbs that came up for protection, and one I personally like a lot. It's also for warding and cleansing, iirc? So it seemed pretty perfect. I asked for its help with a kiss.

The container is red; it is for confidence, power, a pinch of anger, aggression. It is to power the rosemary. I also happened to have it on hand

String, knotted; for binding the things I mean to keep out, for binding the spell into a unified whole, for binding my intent into the spell, for binding the spell to a more permanent state than the moon's influence might otherwise have. White for undecided intent; I didn't have red string immediately onhand ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And- Ooh, and white reflects all colours!! That works well, I think!!

The directions I tore the page; I ended up rotating it, which ended up being for severing and guarding from all angles. I quite liked having that in the spell. I also was left with one tiny little bit left to rip, which I took to be "even down to the small details, this spell will be effective"

Some things I found interesting:

Things became components as I did the spell, which I didn't expect!

The song stuck in my head, Scarborough Fair, a song about impossible tasks being a prerequisite for love, one of the situations that prompted me to make this spell

Washing the person I'm living with's coffee pot, for washing my hands of them, and sort of appeasing them

The scissors I used for the string!! My favourite moustache scissors, to add some levity to the concoction

The sweater I was wearing, gifted to me by one of the kindest men I know, to replace a sweater I hated the message of but loved the texture of. It's custom, of an album he made which has helped me through so many tough times. He barely knew me at the time, but he did it anyway. That sweater is kindness and love, and a pinch of sorrow, for reasons too long to get into here. (Seriously though go check out Paul Shapera's music if you want something very fresh and rare)

Eating three pickles, made by me, my dad, and his dad; 3 generations, 3 pickles, 3 spell components, 3 AM-- HOLY SHIT and the album has a song about being awake at 3 AM too, I didn't even THINK of that!!!! It's my favourite song from it!!!!! Anyway the pickles are made for love (but the secret ingredient isn't actually love, it's music, shoutout to Simon and Garfunkel), and if anything were to replenish magical energy, it would be family preserves passed down through generations which brings 3 generations together to create something beautiful.

The torn off edges of paper, now representing the things in my life I need distance from. I'll burn them tomorrow

Chocolate. Shoutout to chocolate. Definitely needed the boost

I hung it with the torn edge facing the door; keep all the shit I've divested OUTside, thank you very much!!

Rolling the paper up reminded me of trying to roll up my thermarest after camping, since both it and the paper try to roll on an angle from being folded. I associate the motion with the end of something fun but unsustainable, something that's a relief to end. It's weirdly fitting for my situation

Immediately after the spell I felt dizzy, and smelled a whiff of wine in the air (Dionysus is that you??). I felt giddy, powerful, and depleted (hence the pickles). It was a really nice first experience! (Well. First experience casting a spell. I've done tarot for years and I Feel Vibes pretty well, I think. So I'm not like totally inexperienced, if your first time isn't like this don't worry)

An unintended side effect seems to be that any room it's in becomes Mine, which makes sense since I didn't set the boundaries of the space I meant. Granted, it hasn't been in effect long, and it hasn't really left my side yet, so I haven't felt the boundary between the space it designates as Mine and the space it doesn't. But I feel noticeably calmer and protected. Could be placebo, but even placebo is a Real Effect! We'll see how things go from here 💜

I'm really happy with how this turned out!!!

#original #<3 <3 <3 #my first spell #spellwork #beginner sorcerer

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exopelagic · 1 year ago

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yknow i thought the whole ‘personal connection’ thing to politicians was kinda bullshit but my dad just told me the only reason he’s voting labour is bc keir starmer said he wasn’t working after 6pm on fridays to spend time with his kids and he respects that

#he’s never voted before in a general election and thinks they’re all bullshit #and he’s not wrong!#he always said if he was gonna vote for someone it’d be green but they have no chance at winning here #but man that? that’s what gets you to vote? from keir fucking starmer of all people??#I think I forget how disaffected most people are at this point #and how little attention a lot of people actually give to the stuff happening #I watched the debate a few days ago and it was a nightmare. I hadn’t properly watched political debates like that before #the whole time I was just oh my god shut up it’s so obvious what they’re trying to do. but apparently that works!#maybe politicians do things for a reason actually and aren’t always as horrifically out of touch as it looks #idk man there’s nothing like an election to make you remember how absolutely fucked your country is #reform isn’t gonna win here but they have a good chunk of support and just. why. I’m not surprised. but oh my god why #I should be grateful they’re the only reason labour will win here but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#anyway point of this post is huh maybe ed davies is onto something #with any luck this election will get a bunch more support behind green in other parts of the country so they start having a shot elsewhere #I gotta look into the electoral reform stuff more #bc fucking hell we’re not getting anywhere until at least we get that (which is unlikely but actually possible under labour! maybe!)#but we kinda do not have time to keep fucking around <3 #<- is always thinking about climate change #luke.txt

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everyray · 6 years ago

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new icon because this panel is too /devilish/

#the promised neverland #edit #mangacap #thank you posuka for making the designs so simple theres like three things i need to color #literally a second after i posted this and exited out of sai i just realized i could have cropped this better but its too late *facedesk*#so might make a diff one tomorrow morning #because his face is just gonna be really small #id do the same panel i have here but i dont wanna color the same thing twice so ill just pick out a different ray #or maybe ill forget and ill keep this for awhile #we dont know #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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vioshortforviolence · 3 years ago

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Mostly Consistent Headcanons Across the Four Swords Fandom

I love how the entire Four Swords fandom has silently and collectively agreed that the boys stayed split.

The canonical ending of the game and manga? Just straight-up ignored lol

And sometimes (aka most of the time) Shadow is also there, and (usually) with zero explanation as to how he came back.

I mean, the dark mirror was shattered. How is he back?? lol

Sometimes he's there as a literal shadow (which is much more in line with the manga's ending now that I think about it), and communicates silently via sign and charades.

Not that I'm complaining, of course. Shadow is always welcome in the Four Swords household 😌

Speaking of households...

(Long post ahead)

Sometimes the boys live in a house.

Sometimes they live in the castle.

They typically have their own bedrooms, but occasionally they'll share one room, with bunk-beds.

Sometimes they'll all be training to become knights, and sometimes they'll instead be pursuing their own interests.

And if it's the latter, then it's usually Green (and sometimes Blue) that will remain training to become a knight.

Red has a sweet tooth is always good at baking (and sometimes cooking).

Green, Blue, and Vio agree that he's the most terrifying of the four when he actually manages to get angry.

Usually a walking heater, due to being the fire element.

Emotionally intelligent.

Likes stuffed animals.

Secretly a clever prankster, but manages to hide it behind a veil of innocence.

Red eyes.

Green is usually the caretaker who looks after the others, though sometimes he doubts his own abilities and place in the team (family).

Usually a lover of puns (much to Blue's annoyance).

Sometimes has freckles.

Green eyes.

Blue is usually afraid of getting frozen again, and is sometimes still dealing with the aftereffects thereof, either permanent or temporary.

He also likes to keep things neat and tidy, a la the manga's omake.

Hates Green's puns.

If the boys have varying heights, Blue is usually one of the shortest, if not the shortest, which he just loves.

Sometimes good at cooking, and will help Red make dinner.

Is sometimes into knitting or crochet??

Cares about the others a lot but will deny it forever (the others already know, he's not subtle at all).

Blue eyes.

Vio is the night owl who stays up late reading and commits sleep crimes (and is consequently sleep deprived later).

Sometimes found sleeping (read: passed out) in the oddest places because of this.

He's the household cryptid/hermit that almost never leaves his room except to grab a snack.

Introvert.

Emotionally constipated.

He often forgets to eat and is thinner than the others (Blue has to drag him out of his room to eat lunch and dinner).

Sometimes wears reading glasses.

Can be a dramatic theater kid.

Usually the one feeling the most guilt and grief about Shadow's death.

If the boys have varying heights, Vio is usually the tallest.

"Vio" is short for violence, not violet, didn't you know? (¬‿¬)

Violet/purple eyes.

Shadow (if he's even alive in the fic in question, lol) is the Instigator of Shenanigans™

Prankster (though Red is actually better at this than he is).

The other dramatic theater kid.

He's the one that can get Vio to go along with doing dumb stuff for fun. Vio is usually a well-put-together individual, but once he's hanging out with Shadow, that's instantly out the window.

Eye color is a toss-up between all red, all blue, or red and blue heterochromia.

Sometimes the boys will have abilities based on their elements, The Last Airbender style.

Sometimes their dad is there, being a good dad, as good dads do, and sometimes he's absent and neglectful of his (now multiple) sons. Depends on the angstiness level of the fic in question.

Also sometimes Vaati is there, usually in his Minish Cap hylian form, and again without much, if any, explanation.

Even though he's sealed away? In the Four Sword??

(But then again, how are the boys able to stay split in the first place without Vaati coming back...?)

Ahem.

Uh.

Anyway.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(I don't ship any of the boys, as I see them as brothers, so I don't have anything to say on that particular topic.)

Dang this turned out to be a long post, thanks for reading the entire thing I guess lol

#not trying to throw shade or anything #this is meant to be a completely lighthearted post :)#just thought I would share a funny observation I've had over the years of (quietly) being in this fandom #seeing all these headcanons and handwaving #just silently collected and agreed upon by most if not the entire fandom #will always be funny to me #loz fsa #the legend of zelda #four swords #four swords adventures #headcanons #hc #red link #green link #blue link #vio link #shadow link

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hausofmamadas · 3 years ago

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RAÍCES DE DINARRÓN | Eso es mi pinshe espososa ... get your own, cabrón

✷✷✷ (For any and all Dinarrón content, refer to disclaimer in these posts) ✷✷✷

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From Narcos: Mexico, Season 3, episode 10 - Life in Wartime

Salud a mi gente, been a hot minute since I posted and proper screamed in all caps about Dinarrón. And let me tell you…… va a ser como un doozy. Y por qué? Porque esta escena fue la que comenzó todas las mensas shingaderas Dinarrón. Estamos?

Come sit on grand pappy’s lap and I’ll tell you a story. Months ago when I was recording some Dina scenes from Nmx for an IsaDina fanvid which is still a thing except I changed it so not really but like it sorta is... it’s fine I started noticing this thing where like, esp después de que se convierta la jefa de jefas but not just S3 -> see this post Barrón just seemed to ALWAYS be in the background of her shots? Which like, okay it’s not that weird. Mans haunts the edges of the whole show. He was following Mín around at the start of S3 when Mín was AFO big man on campus ... HOWMEVER

This fucking scene hit me right in the chesticle muscle they call that a heart? idk bc this happens after Min comes out of hiding and is Big Boss again. And like it’s awkwaaarrrd. Bc everyone’s a lil like, by everyone, I mean Pancho, Món, and obvious lover Barróncito “Cool Mín, you’re back! Glad you didn’t die, really swell. But Dina’s been holding down the fort like a regular Julius Caesar and her suits are sharper than yours imjustsosorry but I feel like??? she’s more in charge than you, hombre??? …also we're scared of her. Like when you get mad, you look much stress and stomp out of bday parties but when she gets mad, she strings ppl from freeway overpasses like wet laundry, so ….”

Bc lest we forget, this is the same ep Món finds Mayo and takes that tidbit to Dina, not Mín bc no one knows who’s in charge except they totally do and it’s totally Dina but they don’t want to make Mín cry in his soup when he just got back. And based on this scene, it seems Barrón is likewise unsure who’s in charge or he just not done following Dina around like a lost puppy bc he has functioning eyes and a functioning brain with which to process Dina’s extraordinary foxiness and can’t get enough ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who can say

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Y estas pendejadas got me in such a tizzy bc:

a) The way it’s shot. Bc callate alaverga y moment of silence for how fucking cool this looks. Dinarrón aside, enserio I love this shot so much. The close-up on Dina's face, all emo in her feels she turns around, it’s blurry, only for Barrón to slowly come into focus. It's one of those sequences that makes me regret going to school for Physics. Sub pinshe Chapo and Cochi in here, and I'm still obsessed. But like also.... okay.... am I straight bonkers, or does it seem like a weirdly intimate way to frame a shot for two characters who’ve only directly spoken a total of THREE MF TIMES IN THE WHOLE SHOW?? AM I??? CRAZY??? these are rhetorical kthnx had it been Panchito or Món, that would make sense to me. It’s her brothers, we've witnessed heartfelt interactions btwn them, she's close with them. Like alone it isn't weird but like… why??? Barrón?? Legit talked 3 times, I've counted.

b) he refers to her by The Formal “Usthted”

c) again, I ask ignoring the like obv answer of look at his face why is he the one tasked with getting Dina and not one of her brothers?? Like is he still her bodyguard?? Even though Mín is back and presumably he should be up Mín’s ass again?? Or maybe Dina got to keep her clear, obvious lover and blatant malewife security since she was boss for so long???

REGARDLESS, none of it especially makes sense and none of it’s especially explained. And thusly, the only rational thing we can conclude in light of this irrefutable evidence is THEY BEEN FUCKIN.

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And suuurree, you're prob thinking.... Kay. In no way is that the only explanation. And y'know, I couldn't argue with you joke's on you, I can always argue no matter how absurd the angle except the above. Let's unpack this. Barrón is escorting his Boss in life and love to this big ass fam meeting that Ceasar understudy #1 Mín has called to discuss future AFO moves. Dina's standing at one end of the table, Min seated at the other end so that sksksks depending how you look at it, they're both at the head of the table.

More importantly tho, the look SKSKS on Dina's face SKSKSK when Mín asks Barrón about the Amado search. Before that, she's enjoying her smoke, raisin’ her eyebrows at someone all cute-like. Then Mín pipes up, “still nothing on Amado?" Barron says no and Mín tells him to *snap snap* stay on it, sends him away. Her fuckin face when she looks at Mín..... at Barrón.... then back at Mín, is giving like:

".... this biiiiiiiiiiiiiish ....? Just exactly???? tf you think you are??? Ordering mi mano derecha, mi rayo de Luna, mi espososa, MY MALEWIFE, around?? Is he yours???? Oh, no??? Cause he's mine??? Maybe I wanted him to go look for Amado. Or maybe I wanted him to stand next to me so we could look like the sexiest, most devastating, color-coordinated One True Power Couple that ever was. MAYBE THAT'S WHAT TF I WANTED HIM TO DO, MÍN."

… Okay, so maaay have taken some liberties, maybe editorialized that last part unpoquito... but, for sure, just the last bit.

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