#junk Statue of Liberty

[archiveofaffinities]

Junk Statue of Liberty, McRae, Georgia, 1986

[lindapalooza]

PAUL McCARTNEY sailing in a Chinese junk around the Statue of Liberty. May 12, 1968.

[nerds-yearbook]

The final episode of Lost in Space aired on March 6, 1968. Sadly, the series ended with the no resolution so apparently they are still lost in space. The episode marked the only time in the series that the Jupiter 2 fired a missle. Some viewers have noted that the Statue of Liberty prop from the Planet of the Apes can be seen in the junk yard. ("Junkyard in Space", Lost in Space, TV Event)

[tilbageidanmark]

MOVIES I WATCHED THIS WEEK (#194):

4 MORE CZECHOSLOVAK NEW WAVE CLASSICS:

🍿 I never heard of Juraj Herz THE CREMATOR (1969) before, and now it had became my favorite New Wave dark-dark comedy from there. What a moody, creepy and unique take of the rise of fascism. It reminded me of DM Thomas 'The white hotel', Bertolucci's 'The Conformist', and other upsetting takes on the 1930's. The parable of manager of a Prague Crematorium as he descends into madness, is philosophical, macabre, and horrifying. Highly recommended! 9/10.

🍿 THE JUNK SHOP (1965) was that Juraj Herz's first film, another bizarre potpourri of odd characters and unsettling story. Surrealistically absurd.

🍿 JOSEPH KILIAN (1963) is a mildly-surreal, mildly-Kafkaesque allegory about an unnamed man who's looking for the elusive party comrade Kilian, "Joseph K", supposedly to tell him that somebody important had died. Wandering in Kafka's own city of Prague, he impulsively rents a lethargic cat, but when he comes back the next day to return it, the shop is no longer there, and nobody remembers it ever was. He goes from one bureaucratic office to another looking for his 'Godot' as well as a solution to what is happening, but neither he nor us finds an explanation.

🍿 "Excuse me, but we are not here for hats..."

I KILLED EINSTEIN, GENTLEMEN (1970), my 3rd slapstick comedy by Oldřich Lipský (after the highly innovative 'Happy End' and 'Lemonade Joe'!). With a dadaist and creative futuristic premise (In 1999, women become infertile and start growing beards, so they send a crazy professor in a time machine to 1911, to kill young Albert Einstein, so that he won't develop what later becomes the G-Bomb (?!), but it could be so much better. More 'Barbarella' than '2001'. Just like the other influential Czechoslovakian saga 'Ikarie XB 1' (Or 'Voyage to the End of the Universe’ as it was called in American), the science-fiction was stupid, and it didn't work for me. 2/10.

Watch it for the scene at 9:30, where the time travelers use a literal "Selfie Stick", to snap a photo of themselves, before they embark on their trip!

(I was going to add the 2018 Indian documentary 'CzechMate: In Search of Jiří Menzel' to the list, but at 7.5 hours it will have to wait for another week!)

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First watch: RED BEARD, Kurosawa's 1965 masterpiece. A 3-hour long classic epic about dignity and kindness among the down-trodden. Beautifully shot with classic Dostoevsky depth. This was the 16th and last collaboration with Toshiro Mifune, who got pissed that the production took two years to finish. All the women here were very beautiful. (Screenshot Above).

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2 MID-CAREER DE NERO RE-WATCHES:

🍿 “Why are you unpopular with the Chicago Police Department?"

No matter how many dozens of times or how often I've seen peak "Buddy comedy" MIDNIGHT RUN, I never tire of it. It's the perfect genre film for me, with 100% quotable dialogue, the amazing 'Alonzo Mosely, FBI', Danny Elfman's iconic score, the powerful emotional core of lost family right in the middle of all the fun, and the impeccable script, which apparently went though a lot of improvisation to create this immaculate movie. ♻️. 10/10 again.

"See you in the next life."

🍿 Extra: HOT DOGS FOR GAUGUIN (1972) was director Martin Brest's very first film. Starving young photographer Danny DeVito plans on blowing up The Statue of Liberty, so that he can become rich and famous by capturing it on film. Brest made it as a student film at NYU, and that's exactly how good it is. Surprisingly, it was later selected for preservation by the National Film Registry! 2/10.

🍿 KING OF COMEDY, a cringey parody of celebrity stalking, obsessive fan culture and network television. Psychopaths Rupert Pupkin and Sandra Bernhard, who both fail to distinguish between reality and fantasy, are so awkward and embarrassing that following their delusional story is creepy & unpleasant. ♻️.

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2 DOCUMENTARIES ABOUT 2 DIFFERENT FILMMAKERS:

🍿 I probably only seen one movie [Andrei Konchalovsky's 'Runaway Train'], among the hundreds made by Israeli producer-director Menahem Golan. His crude, low-brow action B-movies from the 70's and 80's were not my cup of tea.

The light biography GOLAN: A FAREWELL TO MR. CINEMA was made by a British admirer, and is more of a trip down memory lane, depicting the 83-year-old ex-mogul, semi-retired in Jaffa, talking about his past glories, and still trying to sign Al Pacino via fax to another Canon Films-style action movie.

🍿 There's probably no Venn diagram for cinephiles that includes both Golan and Robert Bresson. AU HASARD BRESSON (1967) was a German documentary about the making of his heartbreaking film 'Mouchette'. It's been 3 years - I should watch it again.

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2 TECHNICAL LECTURES (ON SUBJECTS I KNOW LITTLE ABOUT):

🍿 “Never never never take the first No”.

FUTURE POSSIBILITIES: DATA, HARDWARE, SOFTWARE AND PEOPLE (And Part two) was a famous lecture given to a group of NSA data scientists in 1982. The lecturer was renown mathematician and rear admiral Grace ("Grandma COBOL") Hopper, and the lecture was unavailable until recently. It's as inspiring and entertaining as any current TED Talk.

🍿 FUTURE IS SCARY is a recent (secret) talk that ex-Google Eric Schmidt gave at Stanford about the future of Artificial Intelligence.

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2 WORLD WAR 2 PROPAGANDA FILMS:

🍿 THE BATTLE OF SAN PIETRO (1945) was a war documentary made by John Huston, about a fierce battle on the Italian front, which resulted in 1,200 allied casualties. Hemingway-wannabe Huston claimed that it was shot at close range as the actual fighting went on all around them.

🍿 EDUCATION FOR DEATH (1943) was a Disney anti-Nazi animation, one of 32 propaganda shorts it made for the "Office of War Information" during the war. It's like Peter Pan, but with Hitler, Göring, and Goebbels.

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2 ANIMATIONS BY CANADIAN SAND ARTIST CAROLINE LEAF:

🍿 THE STREET (1976), based on a story by Mordecai Richler, is a wonderful memoir of a Jewish boy from Montreal about the time his whole family was waiting for the sickly matriarch to die. 8/10.

🍿 Another literary adaptation, Kafka's THE METAMORPHOSIS OF MR. SAMSA is also painted on glass. Kafkaesque, claustrophobic, nightmarish. [*Female Director*]

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4 SHORTS:

🍿 Francis Ford Coppola posted on his Letterboxd account a list of the 15 films that inspired 'Megalopolis'. The earliest one was the first screen adaptation of epic BEN HUR from 1907. OK....

🍿 Only a fragment remained of VÄRMLÄNDINGARNA (1910). It was directed by Ebba Lindkvist, the first female Swedish film director, and one of the earliest woman directors in the world. [*Female Director*]

🍿 OMNIBUS (1992), an award-winning French film, about a commuter who boarded the express train by mistake, and must get off between stations. (From a good list of all the Oscar winning Short films).

🍿 THE TURK SHOP (2017), an uncomfortable incident at a modern Swedish office, where a new employee uses the wrong phrase, to everybody's minor embarrassment. [*Female Director*]

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LEAP YEAR (2010), a cloyingly annoying rom-com with (cute but annoying) redhead Amy Adams in Ireland. A skin-deep Hallmark exercise full of 100% romantic cliches and repeated tropes. The scene of their first kiss was lovely though. 1/10.

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(ALL MY FILM REVIEWS - HERE).

[coffee-n-ocs]

Exosis (Music OCs): Lita McManus (2014)

The drummer, and second vocalist of the band 'Exosis', and the younger sister of Duke, the young mother is protective of her daughter, especially because her ex-boyfriend wants nothing to do with the child. Usually dressing in black and red, Lita is passionate, loving and rebellious but at times can be hot-headed and dangerous.

"Motorcycle accident, the wheelchair's temporary, the memory's permanent."

Name

Full Legal Name: Angelita Liberty Dawn McManus-Bull First Name: Angelita Meaning: Either a Spanish diminutive of 'Angela', or in Lita's case, a combination of 'Angel' and 'Lita', 'Angel' from the medieval Latin masculine name 'Angelus', which was derived from the name of the heavenly creature, itself derived from the Greek word 'Angelos' meaning 'Messenger', and 'Lita' which is the usual short form of names ending with 'Lita'. Pronunciation: AYN-jel-ee-tah Origin: Spanish, English Middle Name(s): Liberty, Dawn Meaning(s): Liberty: Simply from the English word 'Liberty', derived from Latin 'Libertas', a derivative of 'Liber' 'Free' Dawn: From the English word 'Dawn', ultimately derived from Old English 'Dagung' Pronunciation: LIB-er-tee, DAWN Origin: English. English Surname(s): McManus, Bull Meaning(s): McManus: Anglicized form of Irish 'Mac Maghnuis' meaning 'Son of Mághnus', the Irish form of 'Magnus', a Late Latin name meaning 'Great' Bull: From a nickname for a person who acted like a bull Pronunciation: mac-MAN-us, BUWL Origin: Irish. English Aliases: Angelita McManus, Angel McManus, Lita McManus, Liberty McManus, Dawn McManus, Angelita Bull, Angel Bull, Lita Bull, Liberty Bull, Dawn Bull Nicknames: Angel, Angie, Lita, Libbie Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 33 Gender: Genderfluid. She/Her & They/Them Pronouns (rarely uses He/Him Pronouns) Race: Human Nationality: Dual Nationality, American & English Ethnicity: White - 1/2 British - 1/2 American Birth Date: 10th January 1981 Sexuality: Demisexual Religion: Raised Christian, Wiccan Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, French, Japanese Relationship Status: Single Astrological Sign: Capricorn Face Claim(s): [Self-Insert] Taylor Momsen, Annie Lennox, Kathleen Hanna, Nia Lovelis, Halsey

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Princes Risborough, Buckinghamshire, England, UK Current Location: 'On Tour'

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blonde Hair Dye: Bright Red (at the start of the story), various shades & colours at different times Body Hair: N/A Facial Hair: N/A Tattoos: 30 (28 small tattoos which make up her arm tattoos, 2 bigger pieces on her back) Scars: IV scars, C-section scar Clothing Style: Mainly black, grey & red, gothic & geeky, graphic T-shirts, jeans, leggings, hoodies, heavy makeup & lots of jewellery

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Rarely drinks (as she is usually the designated driver) Illnesses/Disorders: Autism (Diagnosed as Asperger's), Social Anxiety (Mild-to-Severe), Dysmenorrhea (Period Pain Condition) (, also begins the story recovering from an accident which left her in a wheelchair) Medications: Mefenamic Acid tablets Any Specific Diet: None (but she does eat a lot of junk food)

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Exosis Friends: Viola Wilbur, Winona Tomahawk, Duke McManus Enemies: None Noted Yet Mentor: None Significant Other: None Previous Partners: Mason Winter (34, Ex-Boyfriend) Parents: Jasper McManus (66, Father), Brook Sergeant (67, Mother, Née Bull), Rosaire Sergeant (68, Step-Father) Parents-In-Law: None Siblings: Archer McManus-Bull (36, Brother) Siblings-In-Law: None Nieces & Nephews: None Children: Ember McManus-Bull (13, Daughter) Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Notes

Occupation: Self-Employed Artist & Writer, Stay-At-Home Mother Tropes: (These are purely theoretical for how I would write her)

Colour-Coded For Your Convenience: Usually dresses in Black, Grey & Red

Fat and Skinny: The Skinny to Duke's Fat

Gasshole: She burps, a lot, but is the type to apologise for doing so

Motor Mouth: Lita talks fast and often has to be reminded to slow down, she gets faster when she's worried/stressed/anxious

Sir Swears-A-Lot: For a mother with a teenage daughter, she drops a lot of f-bombs

Trademark Favourite Food: Coffee & Chocolate

-Design to come in group pic-

[daniella100]

Hello hello hello weekend! I’m thrilled to see you! I’m getting ready to do something I’ve been meaning to do for quite sometime: tour a studio!!! It’s going to be the Paramount Studios, not far from where I’m now.

I learned my lesson with the Statue of Liberty…

After decades if living in NYC I’m yet to visit the Lady.

No matter, I was born with “her”. I can’t stand not being free. Having a sense of freedom, ownership of myself, independence! Follow the herd to feel accepted? No one should. In Brazil , my birth land, our equivalent to the Lady is our liberator’s cry: Independence or Death!

I’m ecstatic that the world is soon going to be freer of Chinese junk. And I’m really excited that the US will be far more independent than it’s. All countries should.

[the-firebird69]

black woman climbs to Statue of Liberty police remove her - Google Search

"On July 4, 2018, Therese Patricia Okoumou, a Black activist, climbed the base of the Statue of Liberty to protest the separation of migrant families at the US-Mexico border"

https://www.google.com/search?q=black+woman+climbs+to+Statue+of+Liberty+police+remove+her&oq=black+woman+climbs+to+Statue+of+Liberty+police+remove+her&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOdIBCDc1NjhqMGo0qAIOsAIB&client=ms-android-cricket-us-rvc3&sourceid=chrome-mobile&ie=UTF-8#:~:text=On%20July%204%2C%202018%2C%20Therese%20Patricia%20Okoumou%2C%20a%20Black%20activist%2C%20climbed%20the%20base%20of%20the%20Statue%20of%20Liberty%20to%20protest%20the%20separation%20of%20migrant%20families%20at%20the%20US%2DMexico%20border

My brother and my wife's sister she says me too ran up and plastered her and driving and carried her off and said that she was petrified and it was the Mac property that hit her back then and they had weapons like that and that's what somebody said

Zues Hera

It was a long long time ago and it was a weapon it was occasion cage you and the max did not have a weapon they forced to do that

Thor Freya

He carried her home on his own and cut her out of it carefully and healed her and her skin and she came back and was okay and my husband has been through a lot with these people and now you fight each other and you become a pyrea just like your master wants. You're not doing it you're not looking some people have to do it like Tommy f and yeah others will be forced to and thank you for him except for him shooting at my husband damn it Macs always was ruin everything. But if you get your wife out we can go out on a double date you and your wife and me and my husband and he came up with it and I agree

Hera

In what format and he says maybe the Statue of Liberty that would be great I seen the pyramids that I believe you and thank God for you I'd be the biggest monster on Earth and say it's my fault for behaving like a human being making fun of the right people not me mostly and it's probably Dempsey fo forcing me to butt clench and don't bring that s*** up now damn it

Tommy f

Olympus butt clenching is very rude and it was awful and Dempsey was doing it he was a dumb dick with his ass was asleep like Ken and Ken does it way too much

That's illegal language from across the aisle

Ken

Kenny that junk in your trunk is the money maker let's not accept the apple cart they're going to shake that money tree

Zues

Boy that sounds very wrong he's not a homo or anything at all and I do know what he's saying

Ken

Preston is retaining you spanking my bottom so we're going to print

..

Olympus again

[autisticamerican]

Europeans are always amazed at how big America actually is, like no, you can't see the Statue of Liberty, Las Vegas, the Golden Gate Bridge, Mount Rushmore, and our National/State Parks in just one week.

But have they ever tried moving from one end of America to the other side?

Because I have. Four times.

You have to rent a tractor trailer from either Budget or U-Haul, load all your junk up, then drive. For hours.

(We've been driving for 9 hours so far, and it's so boring. There's only so much scrolling you can do with no connection.)

You have to stop every night at a hotel to rest. You have no energy nor place to cook. Fast food drive thrus are your new best friend.

The radio stations start playing static as you cross state lines. Your downloaded Spotify playlists are the only things keeping boredom at bay. When you stop for gas, you use the restroom and stock up on junk food and drinks for the road.

It's so boring crossing the midwest, you get excited to see something other than the highway and other cars, like a mundane tumbleweed. You have to stop even more often if you have pets so they can stretch their legs and pee.

You play dumb car games like Slug Bug, I Spy, Inky Binky Bonky, or Bubble Gum. You take many naps.

The worst part? You are stuck doing nothing but driving for over a week.

[secretariatemporal]

ok I'm gonna add a few of my favourite fics ever: ways to love you by tikk ...... i genuinely read and reread this so much i have it memorized kissing the blarney by tikk ...... same with this one. just the love of all of these boys for each other... Suffer Fools Gladly by madgezimmer ...... companion: from Old French compaignon, literally 'one who breaks bread with another'. that last scene lives in my mind rent free. 1967 by Please_Dont_Wake_Me ...... john and paul stay in paris in 1961 but come back to liverpool in 1967 when homosexuality is decriminalized. it's understood by everyone that they're a couple now. it's so so well written, kinda trilogy by jon fosse vibes yk. Gretna Green Waltz by saintscully ....... junk lovers riseee. the second act is so so good. if you feel hurt by the ending just know that this actually happened to the author. Our Version of Events by javelinbk ..... so meta. john discovers that there's fanfiction of them being published in a fan magazine and it's obsessed with it. such a fun read, and there's even fic recs at the end!! The Cat by merseydreams .... SO FUNNY it's been a minute since a fic had me laughing like this!! paul hears that john has found a life partner named david and has to reconsider a lot of things. the problem is that david is a cat lmao P.S. I Love You by fishandfingerpies ..... i love love this so much. basically john's diaries get sold to the press where everyone can read them and they're all about him pining after paul. also there's lesbian linda, my baby. there's a scene at the statue of liberty that i think abt when i cant fall sleep (tmi?) and want to think happy thoughts lol. one of the best endings in beatle's fanfiction, seriously. Also just basic tips: if you like a story (first leave kudos and comment) and you want to read more stories with a similar vibe u can always check out the author's other works, fics gifted to them, fics bookmarked by them or a collection where their fic was added. it's so much fun, i promise. happy reading!!

Not me suddenly out of nowhere, after so long away, wanting to read a couple mclennon fics (as if thinking about them TO THIS DAY doesn’t make me feel sick with emotion). I’ve read two (TWO) and am already inching towards stepping away from these two again

[aceverae]

Minimalism: The camper way.

A big decision. A change of life.

Recently, we visited NYC and spent the weekend attending a wedding and exploring Manhatten, Chinatown, and the Brooklyn bridge. We took a ferry to Staten Island and saw the first lady, the Statue of Liberty. We lived a minimalist life, with our suitcases and an empty, rented room (aside from a bed). We lived a life that I can only call calm and peaceful despite the cacophony of the city streets.

And we came to a decision.

For the last three years, we have been renting a house, paying off someone else's mortgage. Rent is expensive enough that we haven't been able to save enough for our own house, or land, or both. As we sat in our single, barren bedroom in NYC, we had a discussion. How? How could I be happier here in the noisiest city I'd ever stayed, in a room that didn't even have decor in the walls? Why was I so depressed in a house back home that we had built our lives around? It was a question we didn't have an answer to, at least not in the moment.

But we could a decision. We need a way to save money, to get out of the cycle we have been in as renters. And so...

We bought an RV. The day after we got back from NYC, we went to our bank for pre-approval for a loan. We were approved. That afternoon we went to an RV showroom. We found a lovely 2018 First River Wildwood that was used, but in great condition and an even better deal. We "closed" on it and now consider it our first home. A home we got on our own, without help from others (including my parents). We felt peace and hope. We still feel peace and hope.

So finally, we have achieved the minimalist way. We can only fit so much in an RV. We get to clear out our house and decrease the junk we own. We are now mobile, and it is a feeling I greatly enjoy thinking about in the morning and afternoon and evening as I plan how we are going to move during the next 3 weeks.

It was a great choice. Saving $700 a month? Awesome. Welcome to the camper life, Ace Verae!

[kirinbrrr]

please please please I beg you PLEASE, take a few minutes to look through this post. It won’t be much long, I promise.

On 9th July, a bill called the Anti-terrorism Bill will be passed in the Philippines, but don’t let the name of the bill fool you. The bill, as quoted, “is declared a policy of the State to protect life, liberty, and property from terrorism, to condemn terrorism as inimical and dangerous to the national security of the country and to the welfare of the people, and to make any terrorism a crime against the Filipino people, against humanity, and against the law of nations “. The bill is extremely alarming because:

1. It enables the government to secretly overhear your conversations or observe your activities, which is a breach of privacy

2. It enables warrantless arrest. You can literally be arrested anytime at all, even if you didn’t commit a crime.

3. It lets the government arrest anyone who is suspected of being a terrorist and thus silences the voices of the people who is unhappy with the government. It steals their freedom of speech.

Heck, it doesn’t even need President Duterte to sign it for it to lapse into the law.

What can you do to help?

1. Educate yourself. 

Here’s some sites you can use to educate yourself with, they’re not very long:

-https://junkterrorbill.carrd.co/

-https://www.wheninmanila.com/a-brief-explainer-on-what-the-anti-terror-bill-is/

-https://philippineslifestyle.com/quick-facts-what-is-anti-terror-bill/

2. Send email protests.

It’s super crucial if you, an outsider, do this because people living in the Philippines can potentially get arrested for doing this. You can also send social media protests. Here’s some sites.

-https://junkterrorbill.netlify.app/

-https://junkterrorbill.netlify.app/socmed/

Here’s a website you can use to make burner email addresses so you won’t be in risk.

-https://www.trash-mail.com/compose-mail/

3. Boost the anti-terror bill tag!!! Boost your voices!!

Get it trending again!! Share this with your family and friends!! Reblog this post!! Please, it won’t take much of your time. If you have time to yell at strangers over unpopular opinions or watch 15+ min Youtube videos, you have time to help out. If a 14 year old kid can help, you, someone much older can definitely help too.

Please, for the sake of our family and friends in the Philippines whose freedom of speech are at risk.

4. Sign petitions!!

-https://t.co/KHyw7TzveA?amp=1

-https://www.change.org/p/junk-anti-terror-bill-2020

-https://www.change.org/p/junk-the-anti-terrorism-bill-and-uphold-human-rights

-https://www.change.org/p/people-of-cavite-demands-legislators-to-vote-no-to-anti-terror-bill

-https://www.change.org/p/urge-neg-occ-congressmen-to-withdraw-their-yes-votes-on-the-anti-terror-bill

Edit: It has been signed by President Duterte.

https://twitter.com/rapplerdotcom/status/1278990343191617536?s=20

Edit 2: Added petitions

[narrators-journal]

The mouse will play

In the blink of an eye, two years passed before Gen Asagiri. It felt like only yesterday he was sitting on a park bench with a nineteen-year-old Senku ishigami, his second time coming face to face with the killer, then the day passed and suddenly he was in his current spot. Getting out of bed and throwing on a robe to get his mail two years later. In all, Gen had only really met the murderer once, maybe twice before he had left for America to go to college, but they'd communicated in their own special way through his murders and crime scenes, so they'd still grown to like one another well enough. So, maybe it was the analysist missing his little nemesis, maybe it was how he found other people boringly easy to predict with his expertise in deciphering human behavior and thoughts, either way the years passed in an unmemorable blur. He wasn't bored of life, he found plenty of entertainment in television, books, and especially in doing magic tricks in his off time between cases, it was just the people who bored him. Senku seemed like the one person he had trouble reading so easily. Maybe when he returns...if he does...he'll be as predictable as everyone else. He mused as he shuffled out into the forebodingly warm, pale, morning across his neatly mowed lawn to his mail box to retrieve the bills and spam of the day. When he returned to his door, flicking lazily through the fliers and junk mail, he spotted a little package also waiting to be discovered. It was a little box, like a shoe box, but half the size. It wasn't wrapped for shipping or anything, with no stamp in sight, just a neatly written note that read 'analyze me' perched atop the lid. Instantly, the parcel was more interesting then the rest of the mail, so he scooped it up and carried it inside. Tossing the rest of the mail onto the couch beside him, Gen took the lid from the box and looked inside. However, instead of some explosion wiping him from that years census, he found a tissue-paper-surrounded snow globe with a little statue of liberty encased in liquid and glass. Taking it out carefully, the behavior analyst looked the little souvenir over thoroughly, giving it a small shake to send the silver glitter into a frenzied maelstrom in the clear liquid. It was cheap, and it was a bit tacky, but the snow globe brought a smile to Gen's face. In fact, a part of him felt a little bit of honor at the fact that The Mad Scientist had hand delivered him a gift.

[keyishacolecat]

What do you mean others can’t choose to be wealthy?? Every one in this country has an opportunity. My dad came here with $20 in his pocket and now he owns 4 apartment buildings. Something he could never do in Venezuela (a socialist country. I can tell you how fucked up is there ). Also Ill agree that exploitation is immoral but that not exclusive to capitalism. In this case exploitation is at the fault of politicians for not making that illegal. Politician that we vote for but we choose not pay attention to that. Atleast we have the liberty under capitalism. I think we can agree on a lot. I personally think the politicians in this country are too blame. I think because they are passing laws and regulations in favor of big pharma big tech and big corporations is why people hate capitalism these days. I just think it’s far more immoral to abolish my liberty to own what I want, to capitalize on it and generate wealth for my future generations. I don’t want be forced to to pay more for the “collective” when its always the top that keeps most of the wealth under communism or socialism. I think equity and free shit makes people lazy. People want to create shit and have a purpose in life and capitalism enables that very freedom to do so. There would no point in doing that under communism because that company I want o build wouldn’t be mine, I could never reap the reward of MY hard work, I would have no incentive. I wouldn’t be a lot to build my own car company because just the state already has one there would be now competition, nno strive to create better products. That’s why our healthcare is fucked. It’s very restricted and over regulated to keep people from creating cheaper and more efficient products. which is worse u see socialism/ communism ask Cubans and Venezuelans how good their free healthcare is…. There is literally no successful example of those two horrifying systems. Even in theory it is Immoral to strip people of owning private property and pursuing wealth for themselves. Like why do you care that’s someone decided to build something and be wealthy why are y’all so salty that you guys aren’t wealthy? What do you think happens to those people under a communist revolution ? People who refuse to give up those freedoms?

this is where things get muddy bc ofc it's true that politicians are to blame for a lot of this. people want to create things but not for their survival. u truly sound like a capitalist when u say that equity makes people lazy...... people can barely afford to live and it's only capitalism that puts that blame on the individual vs the politicians and systems you already acknowledged. why is it hard to admit that u are not part of the norm anymore? u are the exception. and it's in vain to continuously compare socialism in other countries to the way it could possibly be here. i didn't ever say it was the perfect solution but i do know theres a power n wealth imbalance that is causing these extreme conditions. cuba and venezuela's examples are on the opposite end of the spectrum of our late stage capitialism. i am vying for something in between. i think people in a country should be taken care of, especially when there is the money to do so. why is everything possible here but equality in access to health and wealth????? why is that the only time it's unreasonable to imagine an america that provides in any substantial ways for it's citizens? it's nice to be wealthy here bc the status quo is to keep the poor, poor and the rich, rich! thats what draws all the vultures here. bc it won't change! it probably wont any time soon.

we can't even go into how miserable captialism makes everyone without mentioning the devastating impacts it has on the environment-- that people just want to produce and sell plastic junk endlessly! or that meat production causes more c02 emissions than people realize!

why do u think people keep trying to organize general strikes? just for safe working conditions and health benefits?? for proper pay? why do u think people are in desperate need for rent freezes?? why is america the most infectious country in the world right now?? couldn't be because of our "essential worker" response to a failing economy. ???

[59writes]

THE DRAW (PART ONE)

(PART TWO)

if you’re reading this as like an actual fic: first of all I’m sorry. how did you end up here. it’s most definitely 2 am go to bed. this fic was literally made because of a fucking uquiz about “ what kpop boy are you enemies to lovers with”

second of all, ignore any chess mistakes. idk I know legit fuckall about chess, my brother just always bitches about it whenever I want to stop playing because I just have my king left or smth like that because I know I’ve lost. mf reads chess books.

like look: I UNDERSTAND the game and how it works, and the idea that you have to think ahead and plan. but I’m adhd as shit and there’s no such thing as time or planning. ergo, I suck. like I SUCK. I feel like if I applied myself I’d be great but fuck that. I’m a bad chess player and y’all gotta deal.

third: I mention League Of Legends at one point. I’m so cringe yes shut up ok but I’ve been special interest-ing League for several months now and I need to let you know that Josh, y/n, and Jeonghan play a mean jungler/adc/support combo (respectively). I have so many more headcanons typed in my draft or whatever but I know nobody wants to see it so

anyways pls enjoy this train wreck of a fic lol

If you had known playing chess would have led to this bullshit, you never would have started playing in the first place.

You wouldn’t have worked your ass off, wouldn’t have pored through strategy books and watched live-streamed games, wouldn’t have competed for months to become an official grandmaster. Absolutely not. None of that hard work and pride deserved to be wasted on Yoon Jeonghan.

Thanks to your exceptional academics and study habits, as well as your headlining pursuits in chess, private schools crawled to your front door and begged for you to give them money just so they could brag about having you as arm candy. You didn’t care. It was free scholarships, a chance to leave your tiny town, a chance to start anew with people just like you. If you were lucky, they wouldn’t know your fame status, or would be used to the junk by now. Some would probably be even more popular than you.

So you grabbed a paper, scribbled a signature on, and packed your bags.

You had picked an academy for the arts, as logic games apparently counted as one. They figured they could do something with your whimsical essay writing as well, submit you in scholastic contests. It didn’t matter. You were free, and there to play some goddamn chess.

They had a hardcore club there, meeting daily on weekdays and occasionally for casual play on the weekends. Everyone there was excellent, all clever players with quick logic and a competitive edge that you hadn’t seen in a while. It was refreshing, but still not enough of a challenge.

You swept the floor with your classmates, and rose to the top of the club’s rankings within a week.

Of course you lost games here and there, as everyone did, but for the most part any game you began was imbalanced from the beginning. Your opponent could at best only defend themselves, only able to pick off pawns or bait bishops that inevitably ended in a brutal checkmate.

You were top of the class, and for once it took some effort. You felt like you’d earned something, and you were actually interacting with serious chess players who wanted to learn, not fawn over your work. They played fair and every game was fun.

That was until the blond bitch came in.

He sauntered into the class about a month after you’d hit the top of the leaderboard, long blond hair tied back in a neat and slick ponytail. You barely noticed, immersed in a game with another boy, Joshua. You studied the board as your opponent looked up, grinning wildly.

“Jeonghan!” He called out, waving at the other boy.

Jeonghan’s ponytail whipped across his shoulder as he turned, matching Josh’s smile with a killer beam of his own and jogging over.

“‘Shua!” He chirped, playfully wrapping an arm around Joshua’s neck, strangling him while his other hand smooshed Josh’s hair around.

You watched them wrestle for a second before clearing your throat. “Josh, your move.”

“Aw shit.” Josh says, wrestling Jeonghan’s arm away from his shoulder. “Back to the ass kicking.”

You grin. “If you hadn’t made that dumb move literally third turn in-“

“Hey! We are NOT talking about that!”

You snort and glance at Jeonghan, who’s gone quiet, studying the board. He crouches down and whispers in Josh’s ear, both of them scanning the board. Josh finally nods, pushing one of his pawns forward.

“What was that about, Hong?” You ask, capturing said pawn with a neat L from your knight.

“Nothing.” He replies sweetly, while Jeonghan smirks.

“Sure it wasn’t.”

Josh doesn’t reply. The rest of the game is tensely quiet, interrupted only by Jeonghan murmuring into Joshua’s ear every few minutes, a devil on his shoulder.

But it was fine, you were ahead by a few pieces, your bishops slowly inching towards a checkmate. The next move was it, the game in the bag.

And then your queen is gone.

Jeonghan takes the liberty of removing it from the board with a proud smile while Joshua cackles.

The game doesn’t last much longer, soon the both of you down to just pawns and your king, and then just the kings. A draw.

And let’s be honest here: Joshua kinda sucks at chess.

Josh counted it as a victory, though, hitting Jeonghan with a high five that echoed around the classroom like a firecracker. The boys talked briefly while you set up the board again for the next duo and packed your bag, ready to head to your dorm for a much-needed nap.

You wave to Joshua and turn to go, only making it a few steps before someone grabs your wrist. You whip around, ready to tell them off, only to be met with Jeonghan interrupting whatever swear you were about to say with a sharp smile.

“I’m playing you on Monday.”

He lets go of your wrist and turns around, resuming his talk with Josh as if nothing happened.

Rubbing your wrists ruefully, you headed home.

•••

Of course, his bullshit didn’t stop there.

You did, in fact, play him on Monday. He had you cornered within five minutes.

The next time, in four.

He gathered a crowd a few games in. Every time you’d meet his gaze he’d smirk, eyes brimming with some sort of superiority that made you furious, always endlessly cool and calm. He’d flick his hair over his shoulder every so often, even stopping to talk to spectators while you puzzled over the board, trying to hide your stress.

You were second place by Wednesday.

•••

“You cheated.”

Jeonghan just raises a brow.

“Put the rook back.” You growl, firm.

“Sorry?” He ignores your request, instead poking at one of your previously captured pawns he has resting on the table next to him. “Can you move? I’ve almost got checkmate.”

“My rook, Yoon.” You hold out your hand. “Give it back, or put it back yourself. H6.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you resign? If we were using a timer you’d have been disqualified sometime last week.”

It’s taking every ounce of self control to not slap the living shit out of the smug bastard. “Jeonghan, if you don’t-“

“How’s the game going here?” The chess club leader had made her way to your table, grinning widely upon seeing her favorite students.

Jeonghan smiles kindly at her while you curl in on yourself, trying not to explode. “It’s fine, Ms. Lee. Almost done with this one.”

“Are you missing a piece? Looks like the black rook-“

“Must have fallen off the table.” Jeonghan chirps, ducking under the table and returning with the piece in hand. He sets it with the rest of his captured black army, sending a thumbs up at Ms. Lee. “Thanks for noticing, we don’t need to lose any more pieces.” It’s an innocent sentence, but it makes you turn a boiling red. Lose a piece, my ass.

“Well played, both of you.” She replies, patting Jeonghan on the head fondly before walking off. The blond rolls his eyes, ducking his head so Ms. Lee can’t see.

“Jeonghan, you asshole.” You hiss as soon as Ms. Lee is out of earshot. “I saw you take it out of your pocket, you lying-“

“If you’re not moving, I’m going to.” Jeonghan replies, moving his bishop forward to capture your queen. “Checkmate. Good game.”

You can only gape as he grabs your hand to shake it and walks off, approaching Joshua.

That was when you really knew you hated him.

•••

You studied his games from then on, partially to learn, partially to gather evidence. If he was cheating this consistently with other players, you could definitely get him kicked out of the club and subsequently your life once competition season started, as well as learn and potentially steal his strategies.

Infuriatingly, though, every single game he played besides the hellish ones with you were completely fair. No pieces being slipped into his thin hands when nobody was looking, no clock taps that discreetly took a few seconds from his opponent’s timer. Even with Josh, who he was best buddies with: not even a joking steal or a prank of any kind.

It was just with you.

Every single game you played together, he managed to do something to piss you off, if not blatantly cheat. If it was one of the days you had spectators, his harassment would come in the form of heavy looks and obnoxious “I’m waiting”-esque moves: tapping his nails on the desk, raising a brow, checking his watch.

And if you were alone, you basically had to glue your pieces down to the board to stop them from slipping their way into his pockets. It was obvious when he did it, too, always sending you a smile, too innocent.

It was infuriatingly adorable how proud he was of his nasty behavior. And he was focused too: none of his other opponents got the thought and effort he put into outwitting you and attempting to steal things without you noticing. As much as you hated him, you had to admire it.

Which is why it was so hard to finally draw a line and refuse to play with him anymore.

Though he shrugged when you put your foot down, his dark eyes watched you the rest of that club session. Every time you caught him, he held your gaze for a moment before looking away and resuming cheerfully animated conversation with his opponent.

God, how was he so easily likeable?

He respected your decision, though, and didn’t even attempt to talk to you. It was genuinely polar and strange, and it made you lost in thought as the months passed.

You almost missed the absence of anger, as stupid as it was. School had always been boring and simple, and chess with Jeonghan was the only thing to have made you frustrated in a long time, to have truly challenged you in a long time.

Even when you buckled down on trying to get him out of your head, he seemed to follow- being friends with Joshua (and honestly most of the other club members) almost always devolved into chats about the club and “why aren’t you playing Jeonghan anymore?”. Josh often suggested playing video games with the two of them, and you had to refuse (although playing League with Josh was so fun).

It was lonely.

Stupid Jeonghan.

•••

Finally, tournament season started.

Following (what was apparently) club tradition, the entire team dyed their hair between practices. You settled with a simple streak of blue that was stolen from Josh (he went completely teal, the madman).

The next day, Jeonghan came to practice with his blond ponytail gone, replaced by a dark brown undercut, hair bluntly chopped to end around his jaw.

Unfortunately, it suited him.

He saved a blond spot for a bit of Josh’s blue, however, and Josh dyed it for him in the middle of the clubroom, laughing the whole time. They’d planned it, clearly, as you were pretty sure Josh didn’t just carry around dye in his backpack.

Which means he knew you two would match when he did your hair.

It was confirmed by an apologetic shrug when you cornered him while he threw away the dye-stained gloves.

“Give him a chance, please y/n?”

“Hong Jisoo. You know how I feel about that dumbass-“

“y/n-“

“Why are you so insistent on having us talk again? He’s a two-faced-“

“y/n, you’d like him. He’s funny, and genuinely nice. I don’t know why he was acting like that with you, but that was almost three months ago. Give him a chance.”

“You should be glad I like you, you stupid fucking rat.”

Josh laughs as you walk away, fuming.

Unfortunately, you did like that stupid fucking rat, and so when he offered dinner after an out-of-state tournament (he pinky swore he’d pay) you finally gave in.

Jeonghan coming?

lol yea

that ok?

not rlly

I’ll give him a chance tho

:D thank u

you owe me

I’m buying ur food :(

josh we r literally getting fast food

you owe me

lol k >:)

[fanfictiondreamscape]

Where the Hell am I? (pt. 1)

Title: Where the Hell am I? (pt. 1) 

Genre: comedy, lil floofy (if you squint, I promise), and a lil dramatic - mostly comedic, though. 

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Notes: This is, yet again, an idea that was pitched to me by one of my friends over Snapchat. I did take some liberties, contrary to their idea, but I read it and I just HAD to do it. 

Frankly, it made me so happy! I thought that I’d split this, maybe not, but if you want another character (or characters) for this prompt - please let me know!

Some warnings, though; there will be plenty of swearing, so proceed with caution! The reader is also aged up, 21+ purely for the comfort of the writer. I imagine them to be around 24-25, but go about it however you like! 

Below the cut! 

“You really need to stop watching that childish garbage, y’know. You’re too old for that.”

“Grow up already! People your age don’t watch shit like that!” 

“None of that will help you get by in life; stop watching that and get your life together already!”

AKA, things I, (Y/n) (L/n) hear on a daily basis. 

Hello, dear reader! I’m (Y/n), as you’ve already presumed, and according to my family and friends, I waste my time watching what they call ‘immature junk’. I like to call it anime, but whatever floats their boat. 

I have graduated from college, but I still live with a couple of roommates. My diploma has been sitting on the stack of boxes in the corner of my junk, and no matter how hard I’ve tried, the degree has never seemed to win over anybody in the field.

I’ve struggled with a job hunt for a while now, and I’m getting tired of trying to find something that can tie me over for a little while. I know that the job wouldn’t last, something that has followed me around for the longest time no matter how well I completed any given tasks, but I need something to pitch to the split rent. 

I like to think that my roommates haven’t thought of kicking me to the curb as well, but frankly, they’ve probably found a way to do that or leave my ass sat on the empty apartment floor. Whatever the case, things haven’t been working out well for me at all. 

I’ve been broke on and off as of late, and the only things I have managed to keep consistent was my laptop ownership, my phone ownership, and my clothing and personal items. I’ve been making sure that I have cut back on using many things, but it was starting to bite me now. 

Today, of all days, was the one day that everything was seemingly coming to a head. My roommates were both at each other’s throats and took their frustration out on me (for no reason, honestly - I had already paid my portion of the utilities for the the month and had stayed quiet), my mom had just been admitted to the hospital, and my sibling has been taunting me from her fancy-schmancy upscale home by calling me a loser, deadbeat, etc. - all in all, a shitty day. 

Normally, things like this wouldn’t bother me that much (aside from the pandemic confirmation), but this has been a long time coming and I was at my breaking point. 

That night, I had just let everything be. Not a good thing considering the note that they were left on, but I can’t deal with the presence of people that are immature assholes that haven’t been taught to face your issues head-first, and I am too tired to put up with it anymore. 

I grabbed my laptop and opened up my Funimation account. If I could trust no one in the physical world, then I could trust someone in the fictional world instead. 

I had scrolled through, but when I saw that I had watched everything I planned to, I made the final decision to rewatch one - that anime being Boku No Hero Academia, I was pretty content to watch these teenagers grow in a way that I was unable to - nostalgic value in the anime can be spotted, but you have to look closely. 

The opening narration by Deku had started, and as the episodes continued, I got tired. I don’t remember when this happened, but I think I actually fell asleep around episode 5. No matter, things started to blur and I slept. 

...

Everything felt warm and windy, my clothes were brushing against my hands, and I felt extremely groggy. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Well, except for the fact that I felt like I was sleeping on a literal rock, and it was seemingly moving. 

The rocking of whatever it was I was laying on was what woke me up completely, all the sleep forgotten in favor of figuring out what the object was. Looking down, it seemed to be a sheet of metal, and my god - did it stink. ‘Am I laying down in a dumpster?’

After looking down, I did indeed find out that I was sleeping near one. Or in one. Whatever fits, I guess. 

Everything about this situation seemed like I had, somehow, fallen into a blackout drunk stupor. The likelihood of that happening, though, is very low - I have actively avoided any alcohol intake following my 21st birthday. And I had apparently decided to become an emotional drunk when I did reach that point, so that was even more unlikely. 

With that knowledge, this seemed especially fishy. I had to get to the bottom of it. 

I had slipped out of the area slowly, making sure to not accidentally cut my leg or arm on a raw metallic edge, and tread down the alley that I had been sleeping in. 

I didn’t recognize the buildings around me, everything seemed to be a lot more colorful and definitely an extremely far departure from the decrepit, run-down shithole that I had to call a ‘house’. The sky was also so much bluer than what I was used to. 

My parents and other family lived in better areas than I did, but that sky wasn’t what got me - it was the commotion that was coming from around the corner. The sound was so familiar, and I just couldn’t help but assume something crazy: did I land in the world of My Hero? 

‘No, no, no - that’s not possible. That can’t be possible. Your roommates have just lost their shit and threw you out on the street.’ That had to be it, it had to be. There was no other possible situation, though they would have just thrown my ass to the curb and not a dumpster in a generally clean city. 

Yeah, they couldn’t have done that. Or, maybe they did want to kick me out but realized that throwing me out in the dumpster would warrant some legal claims against them, so they decided to inform a family member that actually gave a damn. Then again, the one that was closest lived over two states away, so that also wouldn’t happen so quick. 

“Ugh, my head hurts...”

A crash sounded through the alleyway, and I had made the conclusion that if I don’t leave now, I would get crushed under debris. That being decided, I made a mad dash out of said alley to the opposite end of the sound.

As soon as I left, the obnoxious technicolor of it all made me do a double take. What the hell is with this color palette?

“Are you lost?” 

I jumped from the question. It wasn’t until I turned around that something hit me: yeah, this is most definitely N O T my world. 

The person that had inquired my direction status had a huge spike sticking out of either hand. Their head was shaped normally, their eyes were a dark blue color, and they had short hair. I couldn’t tell if they were male or female, or even non-binary, but I was too freaked out to care. Best bet for this situation, though, was to go with the flow no matter what happens. I refuse to risk my safety any further. 

“I, uh...um, yeah. Yeah, I am lost - but may I ask who wants to know?”

They breathed a sigh of relief, and their hands transformed into regular ones. The only explanation for this was that I was going crazy, or that I really landed in the world of My Hero. “Oh, thank god. I thought you were a villain for a second. Follow me before you get hit,” they said before they directed me further away from the soon-to-be-destroyed building. 

We had made some small talk - if you could even call it that - as we evacuated, and I found out that their name was Dylan. They were apparently an off-duty hero, though that could be left up to debate considering no hero would voluntarily reveal their identity to someone on the street. Though they could have also assumed that I was a regular citizen, as well. 

Didn’t help that I was still completely and utterly fucked on the front of knowledge - still confused, for a shorter explanation. 

The commotion was still very prevalent as I continued walking with Dylan, and when we finally reached the town, the volume was so much more deafening. The sight was as well. 

Two people were fighting in mid-air, one with a dark jacket and leather pants. Gloves were on their hands, but the big kicker was their mouth - it was almost warped into a joker smile, cuts and all, but it was full of teeth. Their eyes, from what I could see from my spot  on the ground, were very large and red. I wish I could have seen more, though. 

The other one was wearing some garb that mimicked Deadpool, though it was very obviously not him since there were some very obvious legs that were protruding from each side of their body. If I was observing them correctly, too, there were eight legs and multiple eyes. A spider hero? Like, a literal spider hero? 

“(Y/n), I’m sure that you’re curious and a little freaked out, but I’m going to ask that you stay here with the crowd,” Dylan said. They laid their hand on my shoulder as I stared at the view in front of me. I absently nodded, muttering a small and measly, “Got it,” as the realization of everything sunk in. 

I really am in the My Hero world. I really landed in a fictional world. 

Holy shit, I’m completely and totally screwed. 

There are so many things that could go wrong, so many things that would warrant a worry. Besides that, though, the thing that’s just hit me now that I know that I’m in their world is the most worrying. 

Whose quirk got so screwed that I got transported here? Do I have to find that person to return to my world? Even then, was this done on purpose? In that case, would they want to send me back? What if it’s a villain and they want something? So many things can go so severely wrong. 

I couldn’t leave my head now. I could, quite literally, die here and no one would notice. 

My blank stare didn’t go unnoticed by certain citizens around me, but their attention was soon diverted - as was mine - at the newest occurrence on the scene. The spider hero was dropping lower, the (supposed) villain was falling quickly to the floor, and another hero stood above the two on top of a nearby building. Cheers erupted through the crowd as the commotion was met with flashing lights, news reporters, and gossip writers. 

It took a second for me to notice, but the other hero on the building was Kamui Woods. Though I would later find this out, too, Mt. Lady was taking care of the runaway villain - she blew up larger with said villain in her hands a bit away from the scene with a triumphant smirk. 

Though there was some slight commotion from the shaken media reporters, they quickly fell back into their goals and started to plow through the crowd. People were being pushed left, right, and forward.

Through this chaos, though, I noticed Dylan pushing against the people looking winded. Eventually, they made it to me while panting. “Okay, so,” they began, “We should probably leave now, but I want to ask you some questions.”

I shrugged, taking a deep breath. “You need to ask, fire away. I need some answers anyway.”

We settled on a nearby restaurant, Dylan offering to pay for whatever food I ordered, and got down to the questions. 

“I noticed that you were stiff when you saw the fight. It wasn’t the normal kind of stiff, either.” 

Dylan’s words seemed off. How could they see a difference in shock between me and the citizens? A villain attack is a villain attack, right? 

“It was more...upset, for lack of a better word. What’s going on with that?” they inquired, making me stiffen. I didn’t realize that I was that odd in the crowd.

I wasn’t sure how to phrase my answer, but I had to say something. Unless I said it straight out, this would probably be a failure to explain. And people may look at me like I’ve lost it. 

“Well...I...”

Dammit.

I’ve just gotta say it. 

“I think I’ve been transported between realities. This one isn’t mine, I fell asleep in a dingy apartment, woke up here, and I’m-”

“Okay, I think I have an idea of what’s going on. I could help you, but it may take some time. Until then, let’s find a way to make sure that you don’t get screwed while you’re here, sound good?”

I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful. Then the thought hit me.

“Wait, how would you know? How can I trust you? Prove that you’re a hero, and then I’ll think about that offer.”

They chuckled a little, seemingly nonplussed, and reached for their hero license. After taking a look at it, I determined that this was a real license. You can’t get one unless you passed the exam, and even then, there are very few circumstances in which you can get one and not be a hero. 

“Getting closer, but still not there. I need more proof.”

Nodding again, they grabbed their cell and opened their messages in front of me. Their phone screen was face up, and they turned it to face me. I saw messages between Kamui and Dylan. I scrolled through the messages to make sure that they weren’t faked, and the image moved. 

“One more thing. If that’s the case, then tell me what your quirk is.”

“Well, my quirk is body morphing, or shape shifting. I can’t shift into anything that’s living, though - and I can’t keep up form for too long of a time. That enough for you?”

I paused, weighing the options - they’ve shown enough awareness, and they do have proof for what I provided, but how can I be sure that this isn’t just a ploy to trap a citizen and get the attention of the heroes? 

“Okay, here’s what I am gonna do - I’m going to trust you. I have nowhere else to go, nor do I have any idea as to why I’m here, and I can’t go about life here without some help,” I uttered, urgency (and possibly a little fear) in my tone of voice. 

With a nod, their bouncy curls following the action. They seemed satisfied, and I had finally found some sense of stability.

I can now figure this shit out. 

[librarianbusdriver]

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When I really wanted to go to the bar. The bar... Big surprise. You sure spent a lot of time in bars. Ted: Well, that's just we did back then. Me, marshall and lily, Barney, We all used to hang out at this one bar Called mcclaren's. But then, one night... Why don't we go to mcclaren's? Let's go to mcclaren's. You guys talking to each other? Nobody's listening? What's wrong with mcclaren's? Mcclaren's is bore-snore. Ted, tonight we're going to go out. We're going to meet some ladies. It's going to be legendary. Phone five. Ted: I had no idea why I hung out with barney. You didn't phone five, did you? I know when you don't phone five, ted. Come on. We always to go to mcclaren's. Yeah, 'cause mcclaren's is fun. Mcclaren's is this much fun. What I'm offering is the chance to have... This much fun. See, you say that. You say it's going to be this much fun, But most of the time it ends up being this much fun. This much fun is good. It's safe. It's guaranteed. This hand gesture thing Doesn't really work on the phone, does it? No, it doesn't. ( Tires squealing ) Get in the cab. Marshall, you, too. I think lily and I are just going to... I understand. Get in the cab. Why can marshall say no? Uh, because he's getting laid. Consistently. Ted, ted, ted... You keep going to the same bar. You're in a rut. And I am a rut-buster. I'm going to bust your rut. It's not a rut, okay? It's a routine, and I like it. Ted, what's the first syllable in "rut-tine"? Peace out, suckers. All right, so what's this legendary plan? First we've got to pick someone up at the airport. Okay, I'm out of here. Estaban, doors. ( Doors locking ) Okay, we just do this one little thing, And the rest of the night is ours. Why do you have those suitcases, And who are we picking up? I don't know. Maybe her. Or her. ( Chuckles ) Wait, so when you said you were going To pick someone up at the airport, You meant you were going to "pick someone up" At the airport? Scenario: A couple of girls fly into town Looking for a fun weekend in nyc, When the meet Two handsome international businessmen Just back from a lucrative trip to japan. Sample dialogue: "you have a wheelie bag? Well, I have a wheelie bag." You've got to be kidding me. False. Sidebar... Tuck in your shirt. You look sketchy. I'm sketchy? Trust me, it's going to be legendary. Don't say "legendary," okay? You're too liberal with the word "legendary." We're building an igloo in central park. It's going to be legendary. Snowsuit up! Ted, ted, ted... Right here. This is happening. Now you can either put the bags on the carousel now, Or you can listen to me give you A really long speech Convincing you to put the bags on the carousel. Your move. Ted, since the dawn of time... Mankind has struggled... That night, marshall had a ton of studying to do. So lily went out with robin... Who was new to new york and looking for a friend. I'm so glad we finally get to hang out, just the two of us. Yeah. You sure you're okay giving up your Friday night To hang with an old, almost married lady? Oh, please. I'm so sick of the meat market scene. Guys are like the subway. You miss one, another one comes along in five minutes. Unless it's the end of the night and then you get on anything. Hey-oh! Compliments of that guy. Really? Sweet. Oh, for you it's $6. Oh, yes, that's one drawback to being engaged. I'm sure that's why he didn't... [Text made illegible by stabbing.] To refine our back story first. How did we...? Ted, you klutzy great guy you. Hey, I'm barney. Hi. My god, are you okay? I am so sorry. It's fine. No, you were shaky on your landing. I give you a 9.2. Ooh. Hi. I'm ted. Look, I'm really sorry that we have to hit and run, But we've got a plane to catch. Where you headed? Philadelphia. Philly? That's where we're headed. You are? Well, then we'll see you on the plane. Yes, you will. Follow them. Ticket's on me. [Text made illegible by stabbing.]

( Phone ringing ) Whazzup, ted? Are you all right? Yeah. Hey, guess where I am. I'm on a... Ready? Plane to... Ready? Philadelphia. [Text made illegible by stabbing.]

Let's go talk to those girls. Whoa, whoa, the seat belt sign's on. Ted, you've been living your whole life in a seat belt. It's time to unclick. Sir, the seat belt light's on. Yeah. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Well, I grew up in park slope. Oh, I love park slope. When did you move to manhattan? You're from park slope? Uh, no, she is. So where are you from? Heaven? Yeah, I'm a ghost. I died 15 years ago, like that pickup line. Hey-oh! God, I'm so sorry. Oh, believe me, I've been there. I have this line that I use when guys come... Check it out. Hey... You take this one. I'll save it for the next one. ( Chuckles ) So what brings you guys to philly? We're visiting our boyfriends. I think hers is going to propose this weekend. Isn't that great? So great. So there we were: Stuck on an airplane to philadelphia With two very un-single girls, [Text made illegible by stabbing.] crowding your junk. I'm not gonna take off my ring. Wouldn't you be jealous Of guys swarming all over my beeswax? Oh, yeah, you know me... I'm the jealous type. Any goon so much as looks at you, I'll sock him in the kisser. [Text made illegible by stabbing.] Bye. Robin! Robin! Hey, I'm over here. ♪ G-g-goin' to philly! Marshall, don't come to philly. But we're on an adventure. We're on a tarmac in philadelphia. Crazy... Adventure. Fine. No! No! The night has just started. Look, airport bar. Flight attendants. They'll get your tray table in its full upright position. Say what?! Passengers mosby and stenson, please come with us, gentlemen. Keep your hands where I can see them. Barney, I am going to kill you. Don't say you're gonna kill someone In front of airport security. Not cool, not cool. This is an outrage! We are international businessmen On very important international business trip. I demand you release us immediately! You demand?! No, no, no, no, no. He does not demand. We-we-we-we have no demands. [Text made illegible by stabbing.] Okay. Yeah, I'm calm. I'm totally calm. We've got footage of you placing two bags On jfk carousel 3, [Text made illegible by stabbing.] We are international businessmen. [Text made illegible by stabbing.] Now, please let us go Before we miss our international business meeting. Can't remember the last time I saw an international businessman With an untucked shirt. In addition, we received This footage taken over the last few months. Believe it or not, that duffel bag thing worked. The truth is, my friend... He does this thing where he goes to airports With fake luggage to pick up girls, And we followed some here to philadelphia. That-that-that's it. That's all this is. [Text made illegible by stabbing.] We at least get to call our lawyer. Exactly! We have a lawyer? Listen to me... you're both american citizens. Don't let him pull any patriot act voodoo. You both retain the right To refuse to answer any questions So don't say anything until I get there, all right? Okay. Good-bye. ♪ Philly! ♪ The adventure continues ♪ destroy! It's ridiculous in here. Why don't we go somewhere else? No, this place is great. What are you doing? What? With your lips and everything? My lips are always like this. You had to play the race card. Oh, relax, ted. We didn't do anything wrong. And, b.T.W., we'd be out of here by now If you had tucked in your shirt. Go ahead, jfk. What is the baggage status? They're clean. It's just a whole bunch of condoms. And a powerbar. You're free to go. Ted: Don't come to philly. Man, I'm almost halfway there. Yeah, we just got released And we're heading back on the next flight. Uh, meet us at mcclaren's. Maybe we can still make last call. Can't we just, just... No, we can't just. We're going home. We're going to sasha's. Who the hell is sasha? Sasha. She's having friends over for drinks at her house. It's gonna be legen... Wait for it... And I hope you're not lactose-intolerant 'cause the second half of that word is... Dary! No. Legendary. Legendary. That sounds awesome. No,

marshall, we're going back. Fine. Hold on. I have another call. ( Beep) Hello? Marshall, we're going to sasha's. No, we're not. Ted, ted, ted. Right here. Yes, we are. ( Beep) Sorry, buddy... two against one. Ooh, look, a booth opened up. Really? Yeah, I thought we could Finally go talk... And you're not Listening to me, so I'm going to walk away. Yeah, yeah, booth. Hey. Hey. I'm engaged. Yeah, I'm sorry. I took my ring off. It's very, very sweet of you To come over and talk to me, but I just... Yeah, I'm gay. I just came over to let you know That you sat on a grape. Oh, damn it. Ted: So barney and I hit the town. Philadelphia, pa. Our first and only stop: Sasha's party. ( tv blaring ) So, uh... You're sasha's friends, huh? You know it. ( Whispering): You guys, keep the volume down. You're gonna wake my grandpa. Who wants hard lemonade? Philly! Shh! ( softly): Philly. Back at the bar, girls' night out Wasn't going as robin had hoped. ( cell phone ringing ) Lily's phone. Robin, uh, where's lily? She's, uh... Is she talking to some hot guy? Oh, you can tell me. It's totally cool. It was my idea. Hell, I told her she could take the ring off. Really? Well, I thought it was kind of weird, But if you're cool with it, yeah, uh, it's off, And she's talking to some guy. Do you want me to go over and... No, don't interrupt. It's awesome. So, the ring's really off, huh? It's awesome. Well, just tell her I called. And tell her that she is... Awesome. ♪ Really, really awesome ( weakly ): ♪ our relationship is built on mutual trust ♪ I can't breathe. ( Iaughing ) You hear that, ted? Dana works security at the liberty bell. I do okay. Wow, it must be really well cordoned off over there. Do you ever go behind the rope and touch it? Only all the time. You ever, like, stick your head inside it? Yeah. You ever lick it? Nope. I have never licked it. Hmm. I bet nobody in history has ever licked the liberty bell. If someone were to pull that off, I dare say it would be... What's the word? Well, this is my stop. Legendary. Ted, legendary. Barney, I'm going to the airport. Sasha, thank you, and, uh, Tell your grandpa I'm sorry I walked in on him in the bathroom. I'll get some club soda for that stain. Lily, I thought tonight was about us hanging out. Just fending off the advances of that totally hot guy. Dude, I think that guy is gay. Oh, I know that guy is gay. It's just, marshall and I have been together for nine years. I haven't been single since high school. You want to be single? You want to fight off loser guys all night? Does that seem like fun to you? I guess I just wanted to throw this net back into the ocean And see how many fish I could catch. So far, one. One gay dolphin. And marshall. Lily, all these girls here tonight Are all hoping to catch what you've already got. You're right. I know. Hey, do you want to go get coffee And have an actual conversation? If by "coffee" you mean "cheesecake," then yes. Hey, I got that club soda. Let's see that booty. Oh, thank you so much. You want to mess, pal? That's my fiancée's hot backside that you're dabbing. Marshall, no. Baby, please, don't ever take that ring off again, No matter how awesome I say that it is. It's okay, man... Back off, hombre! I'm not that afraid to fight you. You want to test This guy, be my guest, come on. Marshall, he's gay. Oh, thank god. I've never been in a fight before. You don't say. Ted: So, it turned out Uncle marshall really was the jealous type. Unfortunately, that guy's boyfriend... Also the jealous type. Hey! Could have licked the liberty bell. We're going to the airport. Bong... Bong... Bo... Why do I hang out with you? Why? All I wanted was to have a regular beer At my regular bar with my regular friends In my regular city. Ted, ted, ted. You're not even looking. No, I'm not. Look, our forefathers died for the pursuit of happiness, okay? Not for the sit around and wait of happiness. Now, if you want, You can go to

the same bar, drink the same beer, Talk to the same people every day, Or you can lick the liberty bell. You can grab life by the crack and lick the crap out of it. That was beautiful, man. Thanks, leonard. Ted, you're missing out on a valuable life lesson here. Look, I don't need you to teach me how to live, okay? I know how to live. If you want to go lick the liberty bell, Just go lick it yourself. No, it has to be the two of us. Why? Why do you need me? Because you're my best friend, all right? You don't have to tell me I'm yours, But the way I see it, we're a team. Without you, I'm... I'm just the dynamic uno. So, fine, if you want to go home, Then we'll go home. ( Sighs ) Fine. We'll go lick the liberty bell. Good 'cause we're here. I had no idea how barney Redirected the cab without me knowing, And by god, we licked the liberty bell. You know what it tastes like? What? Freedom. No, actually, it tastes like pennies. Oh, my god. Did you guys really do that? We really did. And that was when I realized why I hung out with barney. I never got where I thought I wanted to go, So, that girl you were talking to... That was mom? Kids, every story in a man's life Is like a dot in an impressionist painting... So that's a no? Yeah, that's a no. ( Kids sighing) [Text made illegible by stabbing.]

Hmm...? The manufactured world around me falls apart! A fanged smirk plays across my lips, as I know, here and now, that a kind Samaritan is granting me...

Freedom!

WHAT THE FUCK????

FREEDOM? WHAT??? HUH???????