#incorrect d crunch

[incorrect-underrated-groups]

Hyunho: I’ll make breakfast

Jungseung: I already did, sloppy joe’s and fiber glass

[lovebugism]

shy! reader request: eddie & reader having their first sleepover? reader bein all cautious about her actions and if it’s ok and eddie seeing this just lifts up the blankets to the bed to welcome her in to snuggle :)

love love love this request! hope you enjoy :D — eddie tries to make his shy!gf feel at home in his trailer (fluff, new relationship hijinks, 2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Despite what people say, Eddie Munson does not drive like a maniac.

Correction— Eddie Munson doesn’t drive like a maniac when there’s a pretty girl in his van.

Even though you’re pretty much the first girl to be in his van period (and even though you wouldn’t consider yourself all that pretty), you’re glad to be an exception to the rule. Your panoply of anxieties couldn’t have handled anything more than the passably steady car ride from Benny’s Burgers to Forest Hills.

You don’t mean to let out a sigh of relief when he parks in his driveway.

Eddie grins and unlatches his seatbelt with a soft click at the same time you do. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks with eyes just as wild as his hair.

You shake your head with your lips pursed to the side, then peer at him from beneath your lashes. “After everything Steve said, I was expecting a lot worse,” you confess. And even though you duck away from him, Eddie can still see the small smile on your petaled mouth. Just as quiet as you are.

“Well, one, don’t listen to anything Steve says, okay? Like, ever,” Eddie cajoles lightheartedly. “And two, I don’t drive crazy when I have precious cargo sitting next to me, alright? Stevie’s just jealous ‘cause I think you’re prettier than he is.”

Your nose scrunches as you try to worm your way out of his compliment. “So you think Steve’s pretty?” you tease, already knowing the answer.

He scoffs. “Totally! Just not pretty like you. And don’t tell him I said that either— It’ll just go to his hair.”

The incorrect turn of phrase makes you giggle.

He turns his knees towards the door and curls his fingers around the latch. “Wait for me a second, will ya?” you hear him mumble before he hops to the ground. He slams the door shut behind him and rounds the hood on his way to you — sneakers crunching against the gravel, momentarily aglow with yellow headlights.

He’d done this before at the diner. You wait patiently for his arrival like you did then, even though you feel a bit silly doing so. You’re more than capable of getting out yourself, but Eddie always insists. 

He opens the passenger side door for you with a tightlipped, lopsided grin and holds his free hand out towards you. His fingers are larger and much warmer than yours as they wrap around your palm to guide you out. 

The van isn’t that high up off the ground, really. He just likes to hold your hand.

You don’t mind it, though. You’ll take any opportunity to hold him back.

He leads you up the driveway and inside the trailer with his hand entwined with yours. “Wayne’s not here?” you murmur when you’re finally inside, noticing how quiet and empty the place is. 

Though maybe empty’s not the right word. The place is filled with stuff — old furniture, a collection of mugs, and various other necessities. Not a mess, just an organized chaos of miscellaneous clutter. It feels like a home. Like a place that’s been lived in.

“No. He’s at work. Graveyard shift,” Eddie answers, tossing his keys onto the coffee table with a high-pitched clack. 

He starts to shrug off his leather jacket and notices how squirrelly you seem, all skittish with your face twisted with a distant worry. Your neck twitches softly, head tilting once to the side and back up again. Your quiet concern becomes his own.

His brows raise, hidden beneath his curly bangs, as he slides the fabric down his tattooed arms. “Is that okay?” he wonders, eyes wide and twinkling with apprehension.

“Yeah!” you answer, louder and quicker than you mean to. You’re obviously overcompensating, but you shrug it off anyway. You smile sweetly at him, even though it wavers at the edges, and tilt your cheek to your shoulder. “I was just— It was just a question.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“‘Cause it’s okay if you don’t wanna stay the night,” Eddie assures you, giving you an out so you don’t have to make one yourself. “It’s whatever, you know? Give me the word, and I’ll take you back home. I’ll just spend the night all alone… In an empty trailer… In bed all by myself…”

His quiet smirk widens to a broader beam when he nears you. His pale hands curl around your arms, the faded bats below his thumb sitting neatly outside your elbow. 

He’s joking, of course. Well, not about the taking you home part, but about all the rest of it. 

He thinks he’d die if he ever made you feel anything less than totally safe. Dying would feel easier, at least. He’d never make you feel bad about being anxious, or coerce you into hiding your feelings for his sake. He cares about you far too much for any of that.

So his tense heart rests a bit when you smile.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, quiet but still sincere. 

The boy brightens all at once. Excited in such an innocent, boyish way. “So I get to kiss you all night long?” he wonders in a disbelieving murmur.

“Only if you want,” you answer with burning cheeks and clammy hands.

“Well, I do want… I want very much…”

He kisses you then, until your lungs run out of air. Standing together in the middle of his living room, lit by so many yellow lamps, with the croaking of frogs and the chittering of crickets sounding in the navy blue night.

He pulls away sometime after. Maybe a second. Maybe an eon or more. He recovers from being so ardently kissed much quicker than you do and guides you down the short hallway to the single bedroom. You still feel the imprint of his mouth against yours, like he’s still there. 

Your lips tingle with longing, grieving the lack of him.

You still make him turn around before you change, though.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he teases from the very center of his mattress, right before turning onto his stomach and shoving his face into the pillow.

“It’s different,” you murmur, mostly to yourself, as you slide the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders. The fabric falls to the carpeted floor in a puddle at your feet. You make quick work of redressing, as though there were some kinda time limit to what you had asked of him.

“I know,” he replies, muffled into the cushion his cheek is smushed against. “You’re still pretty, though.”

“You can’t even see me,” you argue and slide a pair of frilly sleep shorts over your thighs.

“I’d still think you were pretty even if I never saw you again.”

“Jeez,” you laugh, shoving your head through the neckline of a band-tee older than you are.

“…That sounded kinda morbid, huh?”

You giggle again. This time because his voice is still smothered into the pillow, stifled and utterly faint. “Just a little,” you answer.

“Well, it was supposed to be a compliment.”

“I know. You can turn around now.”

Eddie lifts his wild head and peeks at you over his shoulder, one eye squinted shut just in case he heard you wrong.

You’re less dressed up than before, but still as pretty as you were ten minutes ago. 

The subtle domesticity of seeing you in pajamas makes his chest ache. It’s like doing laundry or making a shopping list — something so utterly mundane that’s so strikingly tender.

“Pretty,” Eddie mumbles some moments later, when his brain forgets every word but that one.

“Shut up.”

Your hands wring together as you idle at his bedside, like you need some kinda invitation to come closer. Your head tilts again, a gentle swaying of your head that seems almost involuntary.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Eddie wonders with a soft pink, inquisitive grin. 

‘Cause this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. You did it earlier, when you first walked in, and a couple times at the dinner. Like when you catch him staring or after he’s complimented you. It’s almost like you have some genuine aversion to his affection.

“Doing what?” you murmur, all innocent.

Eddie swings his legs off the side of the mattress, socked feet melting into the carpet. His parted thighs are enough of an invitation as you settle intently between them. 

“That thing with your neck,” he answers when he’s fully upright. “The uh…” He replicates it for you, drops his cheek to his shoulder and brings it back up again. He doubts he looks nearly as cute as you do doing it.

You get so self-aware that your stomach starts to ache. “I don’t know,” you answer through the frog in your throat. “I do that sometimes, I guess— When I get nervous. I can’t really help it.”

“Nervous?” Eddie echoes, face twisted with sudden anguish. His hands reach for your wringing ones. He musters a shaking smile up at you. “Babe— Why are you nervous?”

You dig your bare feet into the carpet, shifting your weight and ducking your gaze like a nervous child. “‘Cause I haven’t slept over before. And I don’t really know what to… do. Like, what if I snore really loud? Or drool a lot? What if I accidentally punch you in my sleep or something?”

Eddie doesn’t mean to laugh in the face of your genuine worries, but it spills out before he can stop it. It’s so like you to stress yourself sick over something that’s about as likely to happen as getting struck by lightning.

“I’d probably like you more, honestly,” he answers, giving your clammy hands a gentle squeeze. His nose scrunches until the edges of his eyes crinkle. “You’re too perfect. You need something to humble you.”

“Don’t be nice to me, I’m being serious.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, I can sleep on the couch. Or on the floor or something—”

“It’s your house, Eds.”

“Well, I’m not making you sleep on the couch, and especially not on the floor. Even if I was that big of an asshole, I think Uncle Wayne would kill me.” He grows suddenly serious a second later. Still smiling, but with something more earnest in his eyes. “But… I do think we’d be more comfortable, you know, in a bed. Together.”

He’s right, but it doesn’t mean you’re happy about it. Not because you don’t want to sleep in the same bed as him, but because you’re too anxious to let yourself enjoy a good thing.

“I’m just bad at sleepovers, I think,” you confess in a tiny voice, like that fact isn’t utterly obvious now. “Like, one time, I was at a friend’s house in middle school, and I used a poster as a blanket ‘cause I was too scared to ask for a real one.”

Eddie’s smile widens. The rose petal expression blooms so large it makes his cheeks hurt. 

“Of course, you did,” the boy says with a shake of his head, frizzy curls swaying around the outsides of his jaw. “You’re so damn cute, you know that?”

You make a vague, grumbly noise of disdain right before Eddie wraps you in his arms. He pulls you softly down until you’re sitting on his jean-clad thighs, then buries his face into your shoulder. You smell like the soap you showered with and the burgers you ate and the perfume you put on just for him.

Eddie presses his lips there, to your collarbone, where the neckline of your shirt has dipped slightly down. He lingers there for a moment, then pulls away with a soft smack.

“I promise to make this the best damn sleepover you’ve ever had in your life,” he promises, muffled from where his nose is smushed into your neck.

“Yeah?” you mumble into the curls tickling your chin.

He nods, still pressed against you. “And I promise to tuck you in before bed so you don’t have to go using my posters as blankets, either.”

You push him away with a half-hearted hand. His boyish laughter paints the tiny bedroom golden. He pulls you back a second later, and you melt into him without thinking twice.

[not-quite-normal]

hi!!!! there been news articles saying that the working conditions of spiderverse were rlly rlly bad to the point of 100 ppl quitting or someting…. sorry to be liek an annoying reporter and b kinda invasive but is this tru D:

the big article that came out, for anyone curious: https://www.vulture.com/2023/06/spider-verse-animation-four-artists-on-making-the-sequel.html

there are some aspects about the article that i don't feel comfortable commenting on, but yes a lot of animators did quit. a lot of it had to do with the issues mentioned in the article, but a lot also left because disney opened a studio in vancouver (where sony imageworks is located) and had to hire an entire crew. i don't blame people for leaving spiderverse to get in on being a part of establishing the disney vancouver studio

i will also say that some of the information going around is incorrect; we did not work 11 hours a day, 7 days a week for over a year. working 7 days a week is illegal, and though some people worked sundays, they were clearly told that they could not work the next saturday if they worked a sunday. we encouraged people to not work ghost hours, and OT was always optional (except for saturday work towards the end, but nobody was punished or anything if they couldn't work a saturday). we also get paid for OT. i was on the movie for over a year but we certainly weren't crunching that whole time. like the article said, we were idle for a long time

it was undeniably a hard movie to work on and with such a large crew, everyone had a wide variety of experiences. the anonymous animators in the article aren't wrong, but i will say that there are people that felt differently, or not as strongly as them. it's a complicated issue that doesn't have a simple solution

i just hope this doesn't tarnish your view of the movie. we worked hard on it and everyone's immense celebration of the animation is making all that hard work very worth it!

[minusgangtime]

(Incorrect quote)

Blue: Why is Ames crying?

Girlfriend: They saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Ames: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Blue: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Ames: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Blue: NO, NOT THAT!

(No crunchy leaves? D:)

[idigitizellp21]

5 REASONS WHY FROZEN FOODS ARE GOOD FOR YOU.

Even while many people prefer fresh over frozen, you might be pleasantly surprised to learn that frozen meals often possess great nutritional value as compared to their fresh counterparts and can often be bought without putting a hole in your pockets.

The vast boom in the frozen foods market has made it easily accessible for consumers to prepare meals at home instantly. Considering that the current youth prefers to live a comfortable life and save extra time for leisure, frozen foods are immensely popular.

Next time you go shopping, here’s why you can choose frozen versus fresh.

Frozen food is more nutritious.

Did you know? Before being frozen, vegetables are quickly washed to eliminate pesticides.

This procedure ensures that the original nutritional value of the vegetable is retained which alternatively if stored for transport or export reasons can be lost. Since fresh foods are occasionally chemically modified to extend their shelf life, certain frozen meals will be more nutrient-dense than fresh ones.

1. Saves you money and time.

The main reason why you save a lot of money is due to its flexibility during consumption. Though some frozen products have a disclaimer that you cannot freeze them once defrosted. Often, you can consume how much ever you need and re-store the remaining for future consumption. Additionally, maintaining a steady supply of wholesome frozen foods in your home can help you avoid the impulse to overindulge while also saving money. In certain cases, frozen foods products are priced lesser as there is a minimum scope of wastage.

2. Frozen foods are easy to prepare.

Frozen food meals act as the perfect Nutri-full meal especially if you are a working professional, frozen food can save you preparation time and effort. Most time-crunched individuals fall back on frozen snacks and meals as they can be cooked within 10 minutes. It only requires

heating and serving or at times defrosting and heating. Few are just 5mins away from your plate as it’s just instant heat-and-eat packages making it a fast and easy preparation.

3. Frozen meals can help with portion control.

Most diet-conscious people are looking for true nutrition values displayed on the products package making it easy to the calorie count. Excessive rising weight, a concern of more than 60% of the population in India can be addressed by the pre-portioned characteristic of packaged frozen food items. Not only helps you with portion control a frozen food package also dismisses the urge to indulge in more quantities helping you maintain a stable diet.

4. Frozen food is tried and tested to be safe.

Frozen food contain no preservatives. It is a natural form of preservation. Frozen fruit and vegetables are nutritionally more reliable than fresh. Freezing acts as a natural prevents sensitive vitamins and nutrients from being lost during transportation from farm to shop. The consumption of frozen foods is thought to be unhealthy which is an Incorrect myth; in reality, freezing causes harmful microbes to die or stop multiplying. With frozen food, there is no risk of inaccuracy or undercooked food since it comes with detailed precise instructions. The pre-preparation is all taken care of, leaving it for you to only cook/heat and serve it. By doing this, the possibility of contaminants during preparation is slashed. Freezing foods is also a very efficient way to maintain the nutritive values of fresh vegetables. Food that will be frozen is chosen when it has the maximum nutritional and flavor value, processed quickly, and frozen within hours before any degradation occurs.

Food for thought:

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[imusthav]

Beauty Tutorial: Achieving a Flawless Face Even on the Go

In the fast-paced world of business, between back-to-back meetings, never-ending emails, and tight deadlines, finding time for beauty upkeep can feel next to impossible for today’s busy woman. Skipping your beauty routine may help you claw back a few precious minutes, but overlook grooming for too long and you risk looking unpolished. First impressions matter, so maintaining a put-together appearance at work is a must. But who has time for salon appointments or lengthy at-home rituals?

Balancing work and personal care can often be a challenging feat. The need for quick, efficient, and effective solutions to maintain a polished look is ever-increasing.

You might be considering the use of a laser hair removal tool. Yes, laser hair removal is the latest technology, and it’s generally deemed safe and effective. But like any medical procedure, it does come with potential side effects and drawbacks, so the risks are real. For instance, burns and blisters can occur due to improper use of laser devices or incorrect settings.

This week, the Editor shines the spotlight on the iMusthav Mini Facial Hair Remover MV200—a must-have beauty tool that is compact, powerful, and portable. It is designed for the modern woman who is crunched for time. This device ensures that you can maintain a flawless face even on the go.

The Revolutionary Beauty Tool: iMusthav Mini Facial Hair Remover MV200

While there are many facial hair trimmers on the market, this one stands out for several reasons. iMusthav has designed a product that aligns perfectly with today’s hectic lifestyle. The Mini Facial Hair Remover MV200 is a device that epitomizes convenience and efficiency. Its features are specifically tailored to offer precise, quick, and painless hair removal. It has even been recognized as one of the Award Winning Hair Removal Removers in 2023 ( Source…).

Here’s a closer look at its remarkable features:

• Precision and Speed: This device is designed to remove unwanted facial hairs quickly, precisely, and painlessly. It’s a perfect solution for last-minute touch-ups before an important meeting or event.

• Ideal for Sensitive Areas: The 13mm ring blade is perfect for the upper lip area and other sensitive regions, ensuring you can maintain a flawless look without discomfort.

• Hypoallergenic Blade: The 18K Gold-plated blade is hypoallergenic, reducing the risk of skin irritations and reactions. This makes it suitable for all skin types, including those with sensitive skin.

• Illuminated Use: The 360-degree warm white LED light illuminates the blade head, allowing for easy use in any lighting condition—be it in the office, a darkened conference room, a hotel room, or a dimly lit car.

• Compact Design: The handbag-friendly “lipstick size” design means that it fits right into your purse, allowing for easy accessibility and convenience whenever you need a touch-up.

• Battery Operated: The device is battery-operated, using a AAA battery that comes included with the product, ensuring it’s ready for use right out of the box.

• Easy Cleaning: The product comes with a brush that makes cleaning the device after use quick and simple, maintaining its efficacy for the next use.

Considering its painless hair removal, portability, and smart design, it’s humbling to see the MV200 recognized as one of the winners of the 2023 Award for Best Hair Removal Products. This device takes the hassle out of maintaining a polished look, making it an essential item for all women at home or at work.

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How to Use the iMusthav Mini Facial Hair Remover MV200

Achieving a flawless face on the go is easy with the iMusthav Mini Facial Hair Remover MV200. Here’s a quick tutorial:

(Optional before step 1): For first-time users, familiarize yourself with the MV200’s features by reading the user manual ( Link… ). This will help you understand how to optimize its usage during the hair removal process. If needed, practice it with your hand hair.

Step 1 – Prep Your Skin: Ensure your skin is clean and dry before using the device. If you’re on the go, a quick wipe with a facial tissue will suffice.

Step 2 – Power On: For first-time users, remember to insert the AAA battery first. Twist the bottom part of the product to turn it on. The LED light will illuminate the blade head, providing you with clear visibility.

Step 3 – Apply: Hold the device at a 90-degree angle against your skin.

Gently glide it over the area with unwanted hair, moving in small, circular motions.

Step 4 – Post-Application (Optional for on-the-go users): Once you’ve removed the unwanted hair, apply a soothing moisturizer or serum to keep your skin hydrated and smooth.

Share this tutorial with your friends and colleagues and help them discover the beauty of convenience with the iMusthav Mini Facial Hair Remover MV200 now. Cheers!

[orlandopiner]

Ampkit setups

#Ampkit setups install#

With hundreds of full-color photographs and illustrations, these instructions make this an easy, fun and rewarding project-even for first-time builders.

We created easy step-by-step instructions for each amp kit, breaking down every task into clear, bite-sized pieces.

12" Jensen speaker – just like the ones used in the originals.

Authentic fiber eyelet boards just like the ones used in the original vintage amps.

High-quality period-authentic resistors, CTS pots, Orange Drop caps, and Switchcraft jacks for their authentic tone and a lifetime of trouble-free use.

Top-shelf 6V6, 12AX7, 12AY7, 5Y3 tubes and vintage spec transformers to give your amp the perfect vintage tone.

Superior craftsmanship on the tweed covered exteriors with perfectly aligned seams.

The cabinet interiors are genuine 3/4" North American Pine ( not plywood), just like the ones made in the Fullerton factory in the 1950s.

It comes with all the parts you need to complete this project in just a few evenings. The '59 Tweed is a perfect place to start. We've gone to great lengths to make this kit something a complete beginner can tackle. If building such an iconic classic sounds hard, don't worry. This is one of our Icon Kits: loving reproductions of vintage classics. StewMac has lovingly recreated this timeless amplifier in our '59 Tweed 15W Amp Kit. From the hint of crunch you hear on the opening note of "My My, Hey Hey", to the warm overdrive in "Powderfinger" and finally the gritty dirt in "Hey Hey, My My" you will see exactly what this little tweed amp is capable of … goosebumps. Just listen to Neil Young's Rust Never Sleeps. but at the end of the day whether it was a happy accident or pure genius, this amp is one of the finest examples of vintage tone available anywhere, at any price. Why do the controls on the channel you're NOT using make your tone so great? Some say it's caused by defects in the circuit design, others dive deep into the nuances of the engineering. AmpKit Power Pack 9.99 D-Delay Pedal 2.99 AmpKit Unlock All Gear 19.99 AmpKit Unlock All Gear 49.99 American Acoustic Amp 2.99 Ensembly Pedal 2.99 AmpKit Clean & Classic Pack 19.99 American Bass King Amp 2.99 Peavey 6505+ Amp 3. With mysteriously fat saturated tone, this little monster makes it easy to achieve seismic distortion. The dirty little devil that shaped guitar history

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Posted in Amp Modeling, iPhone, Music Software, Web Sites. Besides the setup file you can also attach sound samples uploaded to SoundCloud and register you profile. Setups are really easy to share, you can export them right out of the app and send them by email or just copy the file.

View All All Hardware + Parts by Instrument There’s a site devoted to AmpKit setups.

Failure Diagnosis (no output, no power LED, etc.

First and Last Name with complete Shipping Address.

Please call us during normal business hours at 1-80 (option #1) and be prepared with the following information: Use our RFTECH:Knowledge Base for troubleshooting assistance. Many products we receive are sent back with No Trouble Found, usually due to incorrect installation. Prior to requesting an RA, try to diagnose the failure. Boom!™ is a Trademark of Harley-Davidson USA, Inc. AmpKit+ transforms your iPad, iPhone, or iPod touch into a powerful guitar amp & effects studio The paid AmpKit+ app includes 4 amps and matching cabinets, 10 pedals and 8 mics at less than half price. Harley-Davidson®, Road King®, Road Glide®, Street Glide®, Tri Glide®, and Freewheeler® are Registered Trademark of Harley-Davidson USA, Inc. Factory equipped with "Harley-Davidson Audio Powered by Rockford Fosgate" 3-way speakers and saddlebag amplifier. Factory equipped with "Harley-Davidson Audio Powered by Rockford Fosgate" 2-way speakers and saddlebag amplifier. Motorcycle has storage pocket in lieu of infotainment unit.

#Ampkit setups install#

Contact technical support for suggested harness brace.ĥ Tour-Pak® must be detached in order to install and remove subwoofer enclosures. Indicates nomenclature used on some early models and later inherited.ġ Factory Radio from Harley-Davidson® must be flashed.Ģ H-D® Power Lock for touring luggage not compatible with 6x9" bag-lid kit.ģ Saddlebags must be factory Harley-Davidson® ABS plastic to insure proper fitment with bag-lid and subwoofer kits.įiberglass saddlebags and bag-lids not compatible.Ĥ Stretched Saddlebags not optimized for kits with subwoofers. MODELĮlectra Glide® Ultra Classic® Twin-CooledĮlectra Glide® Ultra Classic® Low Twin-Cooled The HD14U-STG2 is better equipped for these models. The HD14-STG2, HD14-STG3 or HD14-STG5 are better equipped for these models. NOT AVAILABLE Model not produced this year If your motorcycle is not listed below, it is not compatible. Kit only compatible with standard sized Harley-Davidson® ABS plastic saddlebags and lids.

[incorrect00liners]

chanyoung: good responses for being stabbed with a knife? 

seunghwan: rude

junghoon: that’s fair

bomin: not again

yangyang: are you going to want this back? 

[mcd-incorrect-quotes]

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨: 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?

𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨: 𝐎𝐤𝐚-

𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤????

[emeraldbabygirl]

Jungseung: wanna see me fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Dylan: you’re a hazard to society

O.V: and a coward, do 20

[incorrect-underrated-groups]

Hyunwook: Hyunho put you up for sale in the newspaper

Junseung: I’m not a thing to be bartered for money

Hyunwoo walking in: I’m here to buy Kim Jungseung

Jungseung: sold!

[ragingbookdragon]

Hell In A Cell

Batsis x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language and Violence

Author's Note: I can't believe I haven't put this one back up yet. Nothing's more fun than WWE references when you're kicking ass, ya feel? -Thorne

They could feel her eyes on them as they stared at their hands, too afraid to meet her gaze. Dick suddenly found the beds of his nails interesting, Jason and Tim kept looking at the steel seats they were sitting on, and Damian just turned towards the front. She sat opposite of them, on the bench against the other wall, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. The last time any of them had looked, she had her fingers intertwined and pressed against her lips, her eyes cold and infuriated. After a few moments, Dick gathered the courage to look up from his nails and glanced at her.

He gave a fearful smile and asked, “Uh…sis? Are you still…mad?” Her eyes drifted to his and he visibly flinched from her gaze.

She tipped her mouth away from her fingers and seethed, “Mad is the smallest word for what I am right now.” The others flinched at her fury and looked up, taking in the image of their angered sister.

“It wasn’t that bad (Y/N). We’re just…detained…” Jason’s words died as (Y/N) turned her eyes to him.

“I told you four chuckleheads that the property we were on was protected, but nooooo, ‘we’ll just be in there for five minutes. No one is going to find out’.” She growled as she stood, flinging her arms out to gesture around them.

“Well guess what?! Someone found out! And now we’re stuck in a goddamn jail cell at GCPD, waiting for dad to come bail us out!” Each of their necks disappeared into their shoulders.

Tim spoke quietly. “At least none of us got hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter if none of us got hurt! This is going to be all over the news tomorrow! ‘Billionaire Bruce Wayne’s kids found trespassing on personal property’.” She looked at them as she snapped, “Do you have any idea what this is going to do to our reputations?!”

She turned to Tim. “What this can and will do to the company and future deals?!” (Y/N) sat back down and dropped her head into her hands. “We’ll be lucky to come out of this unscathed.” She groaned loudly and rubbed her face with her hands, sighing tiredly, “Dad’s going to be so pissed when he gets here.”

“Father will not be angry at us sister. He will understand what we were doing.”

(Y/N) let out another heavy sigh and from behind her hands, she muttered, “Oh, he’s going to be angry. He’s going to blow a gasket he’s going to be so angry. I highly doubt—”

A shout from the back of the room cut her off. “Will you five shut the hell up? God, you’ve been complaining ever since you got in here.” The comments made the four boys turn their heads to a group sitting in the back.

(Y/N) pulled her head up and turned, her voice dark as she retorted, “Buddy, I’m in a less than stellar mood right now and unless you don’t want me to show you what your insides look like—I’d advise you to shut the fuck up.”

Her threat made him stand up and he started walking towards her, his group of thugs following in tow. “What did you just say to me rich-bitch? Wanna repeat that?”

When he finally stopped walking, he was right in front of her, and she could see her brothers beginning to rise from their seats for a quick defense. She raised a few fingers in their direction, telling them to wait.

(Y/N) looked up at him as she rose from her seat, coming nose to nose with him. She pulled the most intimidating face she could muster and repeated, “I said, unless you want me to show you what your insides look like…shut the fuck up.”

The man turned to his friends and started laughing, causing them to follow in suit, then he turned back to her. “I don’t think you understand the position you’re in sweetheart.” He motioned to his friends. “We’re in Two-Face’s gang.” He motioned to a group in the corner. “And those clowns work for Joker.”

He turned back to her and reached out, shoving her shoulder. “You’re locked in here with us. Imagine what we’ll do to five rich kids that don’t have any bodyguards to protect ‘em.” The others laughed, and (Y/N) shot a quick glance to her brothers along with a nod before looking back at the man and letting out a dark chuckle. A feeling of apprehension came over them as they stopped laughing.

She flashed him an unsettling grin and leaned forward, whispering, “No pal, I don’t think you understand. We aren’t locked in here with you.” Her brothers rose, moving to her sides and she leaned back. “You’re locked in here with us.”

The man’s eyes widened, and she jerked forward to grab the back of his neck and slammed his head into the seat she’d previously been sitting on. He dropped and the cell went dead silent.

The gang members in the back had stood up, and (Y/N) looked at the ones in front of her. “Who’s next?” No one moved an inch, and she tipped her head side-to-side. “C’mon jackasses, we’re gonna be here all night. We might as well get this over with.”

The gang members looked at each other before nodding and they turned to her and her brothers. “You’re so going to regret that.”

(Y/N) tipped her head and gave a quick glance to her brothers, grinning evilly. “Whoever knocks out the most thugs gets to come with me to Tokyo next week.” They matched her grins and they got into fighting stances.

She turned back to the group and taunted, “Let’s dance.”

***

They all collapsed onto the metal benches, sweating and bleeding; (Y/N) glanced at Dick who was holding the collar of his shirt to his busted lip. “You good Dickie?”

He looked at her and tossed her a thumbs up, and she turned to Jason. “How’s the nose?” He grunted and held his nose before sucking in a breath and shoving it back into place with a sickening crunch. The others winced at the sound, and Jason let go of his nose, slamming his head back into the wall a few times.

“I’ll take it that you’re better now?” He raised a few fingers and she reached down, tearing a piece of one of the unconscious gang-member’s shirts and tossing it to Tim. “Put that on your eyebrow Timmy.” He caught it and raised it to his left eyebrow that had been spilt open.

He nodded at her and she finally looked at Damian who was continually spitting blood on the floor. “You alright Dami?”

He spat once more and looked at her. “I got a tooth knocked out.”

The others turned to him and leaned forward, trying to see. “Lemme see!”

He opened his mouth, pointing to a tooth in the bottom left of his mouth. “It was a baby tooth, so there’s no problem.”

Jason snorted, but immediately regretted it as he reached up to hold his nose; he turned to Damian. “You’re thirteen and you still have baby-teeth?” Damian’s retort was cut off by a tennis shoe whacking Jason in the head, and they turned to see (Y/N) reclining against the wall.

“Jason don’t be a douchebag.” He grumbled at her and rubbed the side of his head, but conceded, and silence filled the cell once again.

After a few moments, the sound of footsteps came from down the hall and they all turned their heads to see their father, Alfred, and Gordon staring at them in shock. They flashed sheepish smiles, and (Y/N) waved a hand. “Hey dad, hey Alfie…hey Commissioner Gordon.”

“What in God’s name happened here?!”

(Y/N) looked around at the ground littered with unconscious gangmembers and turned back, grinning. “Uh…they got their asses kicked six ways from Sunday.”

“Why?!”

“Well, first they insulted us, and secondly, they put their hands on us. So technically, we were well within our rights to whoop ass.”

Her father glared at her and rebuked angrily. “(Y/N) Wayne, not another word.” She gave him a mock salute and shut her mouth; Bruce turned to Gordon and began discussing something, and a few minutes later, her and her family were walking out to the waiting car.

They all climbed in and waited for Bruce to start yelling at them; no words came from him, but they could tell he was seething with rage. A few moments went by and they pulled into an abandoned parking lot.

Bruce turned around and let them all have it. “You’re all off patrol for two months. Reason number one, the trespassing. Reason number two, the Hell in a Cell you five had.” He paused and threw his hands in the air. “What the hell were you five thinking?”

They all looked at (Y/N) who rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Yeah sure, look at the oldest and expect her to explain.” They giggled at her and she turned to her dad. “First and foremost, I can’t believe you just used a WWE term. Secondly, they were thugs, and we were attacked. So, by default, we just responded naturally.”

“And breaking skulls and bones is natural?”

“Is that a legit question?”

“Don’t make me ground you, young lady.”

(Y/N) grunted at him. “I’m twenty-six. You can’t ground me. I don’t even live at home.”

The others watched them bicker until Bruce raised a hand. “Enough. We’ll discuss this at home.”

“Again, I don’t live with you. I live on my own.”

“(Y/N) Wayne.”

“Alright…whatever.” He turned back around and nodded to Alfred, and the car began moving once more.

After a few minutes of silence, Jason cleared his throat and nonchalantly mumbled, “Not that it’s super important right now…but I get to go to Tokyo with you next week.”

“The hell you do! I knocked out the most thugs!”

“No, you didn’t replacement. I did.”

“Neither of you Robin failures completed the challenge correctly. I won it.”

“Not to be rude little D, but you would be incorrect. I won the challenge.”

“Ain’t nobody asked you Dickhead.” This spurred an even bigger fight as the four of them began to bicker in the backseat, and (Y/N) groaned, leaning forward and rested her chin on Bruce’s shoulder.

His head tipped downwards, and he eyed her. “What’s wrong with you?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and mumbled, “I gotta them all to Tokyo next week because we aren’t going to be able to figure out who knocked out the most.”

Bruce sighed, but a small grin crossed his lips, and after a few seconds he murmured, “You won the most knocked out, didn’t you?”

“Oh totally.”

“That’s my badass daughter.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Master Bruce! Ms. (Y/N)! Your language!”

They both glanced at Alfred and said, “Sorry Alfred.” They looked back at each other before sharing a smile, then the sound of flying fists reached their ears and they both sighed. Then,

“OW THAT WAS MY NOSE!”

“AND THAT WAS MY LIP!”

“OW YOU LITTLE SPAWN! THAT’S MY ARM YOU’RE BITING!”

(Y/N) glanced over her shoulder and looked at her fighting brothers: Jason had Dick in a headlock while giving him a noogie, and Tim was trying to remove Damian’s teeth from his forearm. She turned back around and looked at Alfred and her dad.

“Do you guys wanna come with me instead of them?”

Bruce eyed her with an eyebrow raised. “Do you really think leaving the city to the four of them is a good idea?”

(Y/N) thought for a moment before muttering, “I mean it’s not a great idea, but it’s an idea nonetheless.”

“One that’s bound to end up in a city on fire.”

“…Yeah you got me there.” She paused a slight second before affirming, “But the offer still stands.”

“No (Y/N).”

“But I don’t want to take them with me.”

“Too bad.”

“Fuck my life.”

“MS. (Y/N)! LANGUAGE!”

[ak47stylegirl]

Hmm... sicktember, huh? Let's go for #10 and I'm going to be boringly predictable with Scott :D Your choice of caretaker.

This was fun 😁 I know you love Scott and Gordon, so the choice of the caretaker was easy lol 😂 I hope you enjoy it! I went with a little bit of a different writing style with this fic, so hopes it's good 😅

I'm doing this challenge by asks, so send in a number and a bro, and I'll get to writing 😄 Overload my inbox!! 😁

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Glass crunched under his feet.

“Wow…this place was asking to become a danger zone...” Gordon muttered, gingerly tipping over an empty beaker with a finger. “What even was this place?”

It was hard to tell what was dust and what was rubble from the earthquake; everything was in some form of ruin or decay.

“The building is listed as an office complex, owned by lee frank industries, but….” John frowned, sounding perplexed, “something doesn't add up….”

Frustration was evident in John’s voice, because there was nothing that John hated more than a puzzle piece to a mystery being just outside his grasp.

That or false information, especially incorrect space facts…oh boy, does John go feral if you joke that the sun is just a planet that‘s on fire.

So does Alan, though he's more the barking puppy variety, Gordon thought with a smirk, oh that was a great mental image…

“You’re right about that, John….” Scott reported, stormy blue eyes scanning the room, back rigid. “This looks more like a lab than an office, and not one that reaches any legal safety requirements either….”

Gordon straightens unconsciously, becoming more alert and focused. He understood what Scott was implying and what that could mean…

The building’s stability may not be the only danger…

There was a tense pause on the comms before “I’m contacting the GDF….” John's voice filtered over the comms, each word heavy with the severity of the possible growing situation.

“Good plan, John….” Scott nodded, looking left and right down the long complex “in the meantime, Gordon and I should look for survivors….”

“FAB….just..” John’s professional mask slipped for a second, his voice softening, “be careful down there, okay?”

“Will do…” Scott nodded, with a small, confident smile, catching his eye, “Gordon will search the left side of the building, while I take the right, all agreed?”

“FAB”, Gordon and John replied in unison.

“Good”, Scott’s eyes hardened, his commander persona coming to the forefront, “comms stay on at all times, is that understood?”

Acknowledgement was voiced, and in Gordon’s case, in the form of a mock salute, and an ‘Ay, Ay captain!’

Scott’s eye roll could be felt from space.

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So far, the left side of the building was devoid of life, a ghost town of broken glass and rubble.

And bodies.

“I found another one, John..” Gordon grimaced, crouching down next to a middle-aged female, who was crushed by a shelf, chemical burns making her unrecognisable.

“Damn it, Scott was right, this place was a safety hazard waiting to happen…” Gordon looked around the small stuffy room, bottles of chemicals stacked haphazardly, sharp objects just discard all over the place.

Brains would have a fit if he saw this…

“Had any luck on your end, Scott?”

“Not so far, but keep-” the sounds of harsh coughing could be heard over the comms, “-keep l-looking….”

Gordon frowned, “Scott, are you alright?”

There was more coughing before Scott replied, “I’m f-fine…I just-” Scott groaned, his words starting to slur, “-I just cau-caught my..my b-breath, I-”

There was more coughing and a thud on the other end, followed by Scott’s comm going dead. “Scott?! Scott, are you alright?! Answer me!”

Gordon started to run full speed, all thoughts of lab safety abandoned in his panic. All of the alarm bells in his head were ringing; something’s wrong, something’s wrong.

Something’s wrong!

“Gordon, put your helmet on now!” John barked over the comm line, causing him to halt and follow without question. “There is an unknown gas radiating from Scott’s location! GDF and Virgil are on route now!”

Gordon took off in a sprint again, helmet now secured. “Good! We may need it! Do you have eyes on Scott?”

Gordon flew around a corner.

“He’s still not responding; vitals show he’s conscious, but none of them are in a healthy range.”

John sounded worried. Not a good sign. As was the yelling he could hear as he neared Scott’s location, but something was off about it.

The only one yelling was Scott.

He slowed down his pace, not wanting to run into an unknown, possibly dangerous situation unprepared.

“No! No! Gordon! Please, wake up!” Scott could be heard screaming; his voice filled with pure anguish. “Please!!”

A shiver ran down Gordon’s spine, “John, you don’t have any clue what that gas does, do you?” He whispered tensely; honestly a bit freaked out by Scott’s cries.

“I’m working on it….” John growled, sounding beyond frustrated that vital information was alluring him. “Don’t engage Scott until we know what we’re dealing with, okay?”

Gordon scowled, hearing Scott scream and cry his name again. “Sorry John, no can do….” He turned the corner, finally laying eyes on his brother.

Scott was hunched over a body, screaming his name and begging the dead body to wake up, sob rattling Scott’s shoulders.

Scott thought that body, a young adult male, was him, Gordon realised in horror, his face going ash white.

“Scotty?” Gordon spoke softly, taking a cautious step forward, his hands held up in front of him in a gesture of peace. “You’re okay there, bro?”

Scott’s head snapped up at his entrance, blue eyes locking onto him. Blue eyes which were cloudy and glazed over.

Gordon grimaced, taking another step forward.

Yeah, Scott wasn’t in his right mind; that was plainly obvious.

The situation changed so fast Gordon barely had time to react as Scott launched to his feet with a snarl, yelling, “You!”

Gordon barely dodged Scott’s punch, his eyes going wide. “Whoa! Scott, it’s me! Gordon!” He pleaded as he dodged Scott’s attacks.

That seemed to just make Scott angrier, “don’t you lie to me, you bastard! You killed my brother!!” Scott jumped at him, finally managing to knock him off his feet.

This was bad! This was very bad! Gordon thought as his big brother started to punch him, pinning him down with a crazed look in his eyes.

Virgil and John were yelling at him over comms. He had to do something! Gordon thought as he struggled against Scott, whose punches were becoming more painful.

Gordon’s elbow stuck Scott’s cheek, stunning Scott long enough for him to shove Scott off, and put distance between them.

“Scott! Stop this! I don’t know what you’re seeing, but it’s not true!” Gordon yelled as he once again began to dodge Scott’s attacks, his ribs protesting immensely. “Please, Scotty!”

Scott’s attacks stopped, blue eyes clearing for a second, “Gordy?” Scott’s voice trembled, sounding so terrified.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me, Scooter….” He took a hesitant step forward, a plan forming in his mind. “We were on a rescue, remember?”

He took another step forward, seeing that Scott was staying still, slowly reaching for the emergency sedative in his sash.

Scott’s eyes latched on his hand movement, eyes going wide, and the anger returned. “Ahhhrgh! Get out of my head!” Scott shook his head, gripping his hair in his fists. “Your tricks won’t work on me, Hood!”

Well, that explains a lot…

He took another step forward, “Scotty, I promise I’m not-“

“Enough lies!” Scott screamed, tackling him to the ground, his head hitting the ground hard, being momentarily stunned.

“No!” Gordon cried out as Scott knocked the syringe from his hand, it rolling just out of his reach.

“It’s over, Hood!” Scott sneered, blue eyes devoid of their normal kindness and love, “you’re never going to hurt my family ever again!”

Gordon looked into emotionless eyes, and felt proper fear of his brother for the first time in his life.

Scott wasn’t going to stop; he was going to...

Gordon growled, his eyes hardening in detention as his fist met Scott’s nose. Scott cried out in pain, distracted for a second, and in that second, he was able to wrestle Scott under him.

While Gordon was quick and agile, a good fighter in his own right, Scott was stronger than him. The fight quickly escalated into a wrestling match, neither letting the other get the upper hand.

Gordon spotted the syringe near them, just as Scott got the upper hand, slamming him into the ground.

No matter how much he struggled, Scott had him well and truly pinned this time, one arm pinned above his head.

One arm was free, but mobility was limited by Scott’s body weight on his upper shoulder and arm. But he had to try!

“Scott! I’m just tr-” Scott pressed his forearm against Gordon’s throat, beginning to cut off his air supply “,-t-trying to help you!”

His fingers brushed against the syringe, it slipping just out of his grasp. So close! So close!

“Like hell you are!” Scott cried, tears of anguish and fury pouring down his cheeks. “What have we ever done to you?! What have my little brothers done?!”

Tears pickled at the corners of Gordon’s eyes, his vision darkening just as his hand finally gripped the syringe.

He didn’t hesitate, slamming the syringe into Scott’s thigh with all of his remaining strength. Scott cried out, the pressure on his throat disappearing as Scott leapt away from him.

“What did you-” Scott stumbled, falling on his butt, eyes starting to blink rapidly. “What did you just...just inject into me?!”

Gordon slowly sat up, wrapping an arm around his ribs. “Scotty, it’s okay….” He moved towards Scott, who tried to flinch away, but only ended up collapsing onto his side.

“No, no, this, this can’t be h-happening..” Scott whimpered in despair, unable to lift his head or stop Gordon from moving towards him. “P-please, not G-Gordy….”

“I’m right here; I’m right here, Scotty..” Gordon pulled Scott onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “It’s alright, shh come on, go to sleep now….”

Scott’s eyes were becoming heavy, each blink becoming more prolonged than the last, “No, I can’t…I gotta…I gotta…“

Scott’s breathing evened out, eyes slipping close and not opening again. Gordon sighed in relief, slumping backwards, Scott’s head resting against his chest.

“You owe me big time, big brother…” Gordon whispered with a small pained smile, hearing Virgil’s voice in the distance. “So very, very much….”

[insanityclause]

I know that RT is based on audience and critical scores but having Hawkeye and Loki tied seems like absolute blasphemy to me. Granted I'm biased and didn't like Hawkeye, but from a standard of storyline, plot development and production value, I kind of think Loki beats Hawkeye in spades on each one. And if we're going to talk quality of performance, please let's not compare gods to mortals

OK, here's the thing about the Rotten Tomatoes scores that get used - some are actually incorrect when you do the math. Whether it was a data entry error, percentages didn't get updated (maybe after a certain date), who knows what - but when you calculate the actual percentages (you have to go to the Season specific page for the details), you often get slightly different numbers. AND, they don't separately show the ratings of Top Critics (well-established ones) unless you look at the detailed season page.

So, because it's me and because it's stats, here are the correct RT numbers for each D+ show. Details below the cut because I'm aware eyes will glaze over.

TL;dr - Rankings are (highest to lowest) Loki (94%), WV (91%), Hawkeye (88%), What If...? (87%), FatWS (87%). But all are still certified fresh. Great ratings for all of them, tbh.

Hawkeye:

Shown (see that Score Details link?):

When you actually look at the score details -

77/88 critics rated it fresh. That's 87.5% (round to 88%), not 92%.

Further - the Top Critics rating is way worse, though they got the percentage correct here:

What If...?

93%?? Not quite...

Actually, 68/78 is 87%. Again, the TC rating of 79% is correct.

Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Close, but not quite - 27/31 = 87%. Though it does have 100% from TC.

WandaVision

Both are correct! At least one RT page is accurate.

Finally, Loki:

Off again, but this time in the other direction:

119/127 is actually 93.7% (round to 94%); 29/32 is correct at 91%.

So, crunching the actual numbers, the correct RT rankings are:

5. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - 87%

4. What If...?? - 87%

3. Hawkeye - 88%

2. WandaVision - 91%

1. Loki - 94%

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

[chaos-family-scp-au]

hi :]

im bored and dont feel like writing anything so heres more incorrect quotes :D

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lia: maybe i should be sacrificed. satanically. 

lyon: what?

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graves: thank you for agreeing to see me

melchor: i didnt. you just walked in and started talking

graves: look, i dont have time for a history lesson

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beta: what if you came home one day and everyone was, like, quietly reading

sal: i would be suspicious

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richard: whats wrong ryans? getting tired?

lyon, who hasnt slept in 2 days: i dont get tired, i get results

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lia: with all due respect, have you lost your mind?

bright: thats with all due respect??

a new staff member: i think dr. melchor is in trouble

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graves: alright. struggling to give a fuck, if im honest

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green: i hate when the 05 send back a “?” after reading my reports

green: like, dude, i dont know what was going on either

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ora: why are we laying on the ground? 

green: you got knocked out so i laid down next to you so people would think we were just chilling

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takeover: mochi tried to sell me on eBay for five dollars

bright: oh my goodness, thats horrible. what did you do?

takeover: i told them i could sell myself, im worth at least ten

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mochi: before you say anything, just know that it wasnt my idea

takeover: or mine

ash: or mine! i even tried to put a stop to it

graves: i literally caught you all red handed as you conversed and fled the scene

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richard: you may not know this, but i am a flawed person 

the 05: we knew that

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lyon, on the phone: i just got back, where are you guys?

lia: we’re at the hospital 

lyon: what!? why?? what happened??

lia: bright swallowed a watermelon seed

lyon: so?? its not like its going to grow a watermelon in his stomach or something

lia:

lia: we’ll be back in ten minutes

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green, talking about the staff: why do they drink water? 

ora: cause they cant eat water, duh

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kaylen: adulthood is like looking both ways efore crossing a street and getting hit by an airplane

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melchor: i hope youre not planning on doing anything stupid

bright: i hope youre not hoping too hard

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bright: hi im melchor’s emergency contact

lyon: oh, are you here to visit him?

bright: im here to be removed as his emergency contact

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*that one time they made the infirmary into a restaurant*

beta: ill have the chef’s salad

sal: beta, thats rude, order your own

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laureate: ugh, sometimes i just want to stab someone, you know?

bloodtree: i get it

laureate: i knew you would!!

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*during large-scale breach*

graves: can they be stopped?

lia: short answer? no

graves: whats the long answer?

lia: definitely not

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*texting* 

green: ora has a flamethrower

graves: what??

green: you should probably get here soon

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lyon: i have called you all to this meeting because some of you dont get along

lia: bright and i are the only ones you called here

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laureate: mama didnt raise no fool

*a few moments later*

laureate: maybe mama did raise a fool

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ora: i have a plan

green: i have the hospital on speed dial

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kaylen: *takes a long swig from a flask* 

bright: i thought we werent allowed to drink?

kaylen, hoarsely: this is flour

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melchor: what are you two doing?

laureate, laying on the floor: im slowly and painfully suffering during my stupid, miserable existence

bloodtree, munching on potato chips: im supervising!!

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ash: do not fear death, fear the state you will die in

takeover, in a horrified whisper: texas

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graves: i hope you have a good explanation for this

ora: i actually have three. Pick your favourite.

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green: i forgot the name for that one thing, but i cant ask ora or maxx, they will never let me live it down

parker: i can help

green: its that hard cube made out of frozen water

parker:

parker: crunch water

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sal: are you absolutely positive this isnt dangerous?

lia: im 95% sure, but i failed 4th grade math, so

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@unlawful-lawyers-chaos @when-are-you-coming-back-steve @manedwolves-adorable @little-chaos-bitch @countdown-til-sanders-take-over @parker-shut-up @psychedelicships-chaos @hihello-what-is-chaos-doing @orange-side-please-appear

[fakecrfan]

Hey... could you share your thought process on the entities/gender? I really love your analysis

Okay so, disclaimer to anyone passing by: this is presumably about Apple of your Eye, chapter 10. Just mentioning that so I can be clear that this is about my take on the Entities and gender as written for the fic... which is not necessarily the same as my interpretation of canon. Anyone looking at this--this isn’t meta, this is me ranting about my own writing. 

But I am SO glad you asked. My complete thoughts are under the cut.

So, as I mentioned in the notes of the most recent chapter, Martin refers to Beholding as “he.” Previously, Jon refers to the Beholding as “it.” I generally refer to Beholding as “it” in the comments because that is how commenters generally refer to Beholding, and I follow along.

Now, which one is correct? Neither! :D

When I started writing the fic, I deliberately didn’t commit to using any sort of gendered pronouns for the Eye(which is difficult in English, but was made easier by putting the fic in 2nd person). But I was thinking of the Entities and gender and I decided that I would refer to the Entities by different gendered pronouns (the Web is “she” and the End is “it” and the Lonely is “he” for example). 

The reason for this is not that the Entities in the story have gender in the way a person does--which involves either an internal identity or external/social one. None of the Entities in the story have that kind of gender. But they do have--grammatical genders? You know how people will sometimes call a ship “she”? Ever heard someone call their computer “he”? That’s a sort of assignment of gender to an object that does not have Gender in a psychological or social sense. 

(This sort of assignment of gender without Gender is almost mandatory in romance languages, but this story is written in English so I won’t go off on that tangent.)

But you might agree that an object or a being without gender might still be a “she” and still wonder why the Eye would gender its own siblings that way, when it would Know that its siblings don’t have either internal or social gender identities. The reason for that is that, as I have written it, the Eye gets all of its information from humans! And well--how do humans refer to the entities?

MAG 147:

The Mother is the fear of manipulation and lost control made manifest. So perhaps it is our fear that projects her influence on everything that happens.

I didn’t go through the whole series and see how people gender the Entities, but Annabelle here referring to the web in gendered terms--mother, she, her influence--struck me. I realized that likely throughout history, any humans who had a sense of the Entities as beings or gods likely gendered them, because humans are grubby like that, running around and assigning grammatical genders to things with impunity. Especially if they conceived of these beings as “gods.”

So the Eye, which gets its information from humans, genders its siblings based on how human beings Overall gender the Entity or the things associated with it. I didn’t do a search on all human languages and cultures and how they refer to gods/natural forces, though, because that seemed like Work. So I just sort of… felt it out, based on my own experience of how I’ve seen people gender stuff?

The Web is She, because Annabelle seems to think the Web is “she.” The Vast, though not appearing in the story, would also be “she,” because that is how I have heard people refer to the skies or the ocean. The End is still “it” because that is how I hear people refer to death, and also because that adds another layer of otherness that communicates how the Eye, in particular, perceives the End. 

Not every choice in the story is well thought out. For example, the Lonely is “he”--mostly because I wanted to throw in a pronoun that would differentiate him from the others in context :’D.

Now, this still doesn’t answer the main question--what is the Eye’s fake gendered pronoun??

And the answer to this is--it doesn’t really have one. Why? Because while the Eye crunches data about how humans perceive the others, the Eye in the story does not have self awareness. 

People might have called the Eye he, she, it, they--but that wouldn’t matter for the story, because the Eye doesn’t ever think about itself and so it won’t gender itself the way it genders its siblings. That is one of the reasons I chose 2nd person POV, to demonstrate the Eye’s near complete lack of ability to achieve introspection or conceive of itself. The Eye is sentient, but has never had to interact with another being in a way that prompts self-reflection--as a result, it does not think about its own motives and impulses, ponder its own nature, or form an identity (for most of its existence, at least).

So, Jon refers to the Eye as “it” because the Eye is a thing in his brain, like an idea or an intrusive thought. Martin refers to the Eye as “he” because currently the Eye is a Jon-shaped person interacting with him, and Martin can’t help sliiiiiightly conflating the two. 

Both are equally correct--or equally incorrect, depending on your point of view.