#now... the big problem is where to start. who to start with

[whateveriwant]

I don’t know if I’ve ever really mentioned it before, but one of my favorite AUs to see Simon in is a butcher AU – especially one where he completely forgoes the military route and instead stays with his butcher’s apprenticeship until he has his own shop one day.

At the same time, one of my favorite ways to see Simon depicted is when he’s really really awkward (which, let’s be real, is basically canon lol). Like where he’s super embarrassing, totally incapable of reading social cues, borderline “Is this your first day interacting with another human being?” levels of awkward.

And so when I mash those two ideas together, it creates this whole new beast that I can’t get enough of.

Just the thought of Simon running his little neighborhood butcher shop like any other day, simply minding his business, when in walks one of the prettiest things he’s ever had the honor of laying eyes on. Instantly, there’s a voice in Simon’s head screaming, ‘Them! That one! Where’s the nearest jewelers so I can put a ring on it ASAP?!’, but the second he opens his mouth to try to lock it down, he’s making the interaction painful.

Like Reader will be asking him what product he has in stock, and in response Simon will say something like, “Got some fresh lamb in the back. It sort of… reminds me of you 😏.” This, of course, will immediately set off alarm bells in the reader’s head like, ‘Does this guy want to disembowel me and hang me from a hook in his freezer?!?!’ Meanwhile, Simon meant it in a ‘you have soft, gentle eyes’ kind of way.

Or maybe something happens where Simon gets close enough to the reader that he’s able to smell the fragrance they’re wearing. Completely unprompted, he would smile and go, “You smell like my mum,” which to him is just about the highest compliment he can pay someone, saying they remind him of his late mother, but to the reader it’s like okay can you relax, Norman Bates? At least ask for my name first before going all Oedipal on me 😭

But imagine if somehow, by some miracle, Simon is able to charm the reader to the point that they start developing a little crush on him. Any attempts to flirt back would be met with an ice cold reception because Simon wouldn’t know the signs of a reciprocated attraction if they slapped him across the face.

Like maybe one day something breaks or gets spilled all over the floor of the shop and Simon has to swoop in and lift the reader off their feet (swoon!) before dropping them somewhere safer. Reader would try to gas him up by saying how impressive it was the way he lifted them, how he must work out a lot since he’s so strong, etc etc. In response, Simon would just shrug and go, “‘S nothin’. ‘M used to handlin’ big carcasses,” like he didn’t just unintentionally deliver the insult to end all insults.

Or maybe the reader comes in one day with a plate of homemade muffins or something as a thank you for all the great cuts of meat Simon’s been giving them lately. Simon would take one look at the thoughtful gift, go, “Mmm, don’t really like walnuts,” and hand the plate back without an ounce of hesitation or realization of what he’s just done.

Yeahhh awkward!butcher!Simon who is totally clueless about the art of seduction has been living rent-free in my head, and now I’m making him your problem too 😌

[ooooo-mcyt]

Scar has SUCH a victim complex and we really should talk about it more.

In an average Scar pov of the Life Series, two things are basically guaranteed:

a.) Scar never does anything wrong. Any perceived wrongdoing on Scar's part is simply him being silly and goofy which people keep blowing it out of proportion. Or he really didn't mean to do anything wrong and people are just so paranoid and keep misinterpreting his good intentioned actions. Or he did something bad but it wasn't his idea and some outside force made him and it wasn't that big a deal anyways when you think about it.

b.) Everyone's out to get Scar. People wrongfully don't trust him because they're just blind to his inherent trustworthiness. People are always shooting down his brilliant plans because they hate fun or are just mean. People take advantage of him when he's never done anything wrong to them (if you think he has done anything wrong, see point a). People betray him so much, him, the silliest funnest most trustworthy teammate who only wants friendship.

Now, a lot of this is tactical on Scar's part, to give credit where credit is due! Scar is in fact very intelligent, and most of the time he knows what he's doing! A lot of time Scar plays innocent and dumb because playing innocent and dumb keeps working to get him what he wants and to keep him out of trouble. People buy into the facade with shocking ease. And the really clever thing is that even when people don't buy into the facade, there's no argument. Because it doesn't matter if Scar is as dumb and innocent as he pretends to be (he's not), people can't prove he doesn't believe what he says, so they don't waste energy arguing, and he gets away with a shocking amount because of it. Scar is incredible at playing with tactical facades and twisted narratives. So yes, a lot of Scar's "victim complex" is tactic, not necessarily a genuinely held belief on Scar's end.

That being said, I think sometimes Scar gets so caught up in his own false narratives that he starts to believe them, and I think Scar can be painfully, and ironically, blind to his own faults. When he says he felt abandoned and betrayed by everyone in Last Life, I believe he meant it, though I'd argue he actively pushed people away and was the reason nobody trusted him. When he says he treated Grian right and "built him a panda sanctuary" in Double Life, I think Scar actually means that, though it's factually incorrect. When he says he was "forced" to be alone in Secret Life, I'm sure he meant that too, though again I'd argue Scar had a very active role in self isolating.

While I think Scar is a very intelligent person who very much purposefully crafts narratives that benefit him, I also think Scar is a person who likes to live in those narratives, someone who uses his boundless imagination to integrate himself into the realities he builds so seamlessly that they start to feel real. I think this is a very efficient coping mechanism, in a lot of ways, for Scar to blame any genuine suffering he has entirely on outside persecution and minimize his own responsibility. It's comforting, if nothing else.

But this self imposed hand crafted victim complex doesn't actually help with the ways Scar really struggles the most. Scar consistently struggles with isolation, whether through literal distance from other players or simply emotional inability to connect. And unfortunately, most of it is a result of Scar's own behavior. Scar lies, Scar cheats, Scar pushes people away. Scar is the reason nobody trusts him. Scar is the one who consistently refuses to seek out companionship even when he needs it. This is an agonizingly fixable problem, but it's one Scar cannot see the solution to, because ironically his own cunning and creative mind has spun a web so thick it's trapped him inside, and he can't see past it to realize he has the way out!

Anyways sorry for rambling I'm just insane about Scar, he has such a brilliant mind and the tongue to back it up but his fatal flaw has always been in how his creative mind loses itself in its own false narratives until he cannot see the exit door five feet in front of him. He's sooooooooooooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ashthesalamipiece]

Hi, could I request a bakugo x childhood best friend reader where she kinda gets alot of special treatment (takes care of her when she's sick, isn't mean to her, is quieter when she's around and cooks for her ect.) And one day they were at the dorms and he was cooking for her just because she craved something while she was waiting on the kitchen counter while watching tiktoks and the class points it out and they say it's unfair ofc only if your comfortable no pressure!!

“She Gets Special Treatment”

Characters: Bakugo Katsuki x Childhood Best Friend!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Soft!Bakugo

CW: Mild language (Bakugo being Bakugo), general fluffiness overload

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Katsuki was cooking again.

And not just cooking. Cooking for you.

You were seated on the counter, legs swinging as you scrolled through TikTok, wearing one of his hoodies because you’d whined earlier that you were “chilly” and Katsuki, without a word, peeled it off and threw it at your face. Now he stood at the stove, quietly flipping the okonomiyaki you’d randomly mentioned craving ten minutes ago.

He wasn’t yelling. He wasn’t grumbling. He wasn’t threatening to kill anyone. He was just… calm.

“Bro,” Kirishima whispered from the hallway, eyes wide as he peeked into the kitchen. “He’s not even threatening to poison her with wasabi.”

“I’ve literally seen him scream at Midoriya for breathing near the rice cooker,” Kaminari added, dramatically sipping his soda.

Sero leaned in beside them. “She asked for okonomiyaki and he just… made it. No complaining, no yelling, just—‘Tch, sit down, I got it.’ Like he’s a boyfriend in a rom-com.”

You scrolled through your phone obliviously, giggling at a TikTok with your headphones in. You didn’t even notice the audience you were gathering.

“Kacchan is smiling,” Deku whispered, pale.

“Is it possible he’s been replaced?” Mina hissed, eyes narrowed.

“Or brainwashed,” Tokoyami offered solemnly.

Bakugo finally turned, sliding a plate in front of you and poking your knee gently with the spatula. “It’s hot. Blow on it.”

You blinked up at him with a soft smile. “Thanks, ‘Suki. You’re the best.”

And he didn’t deny it. Didn’t grumble. Just muttered, “Yeah, yeah,” and turned back to the stove like it was no big deal.

Dead silence from the hallway.

“So, like…” Kaminari broke the silence. “You like her, right?”

Bakugo’s head snapped toward the hallway like a bomb about to detonate. “The hell are you losers doing just standing there?!”

“Just observing the obvious favoritism!” Mina beamed, stepping into the kitchen like this was court. “Exhibit A: She gets homemade food on command. Exhibit B: She’s sitting on the counter, which I’ve been banned from since March. Exhibit C: You smile at her.”

“I do not—” he started, red creeping up his ears.

“She wore your hoodie,” Sero added, pointing. “You never let anyone wear your clothes. You screamed at Mineta for looking at your slippers.”

“That’s because Mineta’s a damn freak,” Bakugo barked, but his ears were definitely red now.

You blinked, finally pulling out your earbuds. “What’s happening?”

Mina spun toward you like a courtroom lawyer. “Your Honor, how long have you two been secretly dating?”

You choked on your okonomiyaki. “Wh—we’re not dating!”

“Could’ve fooled us,” Kirishima muttered, crossing his arms.

Bakugo slammed the spatula on the counter. “SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND, DAMN IT!”

“Best friend who gets the VIP treatment,” Kaminari teased.

“She had a fever last week and you hand-fed her soup, bro!” Sero yelled.

Bakugo bristled. “She wouldn’t eat otherwise!”

You slipped off the counter quietly and poked his side with a smirk. “You do treat me special.”

He glared. “You got a problem with that?”

You shrugged. “Not really. It’s cute.”

Bakugo paused. Eyed you. Eyed the class.

Then turned back to the stove, muttering, “Tch. I’ll make more if you want.”

Class 1-A screamed.

[lovescarzz]

Shot Glass Of Tears

— "Tell me, am I ever gonna feel again? Tell me, am I ever gonna heal again?"

WC: 1.4k

Synopsis: We met in high school. Fell in love under stars, promised forever under skies that now feel empty. — Feat. Jeon Jungkook

18+ MNDI. WARNINGS baddie!reader x jungkook (eventually), jungkook before the fame, slow burn kinda, smut (obviously), break up, happy ending I promise, reckless driving, car accident, clubbing, drinking, smoking, fucking angst that's all I can think of right now

Marriage

That’s how I thought it would end. But looking back now, I think it hurt more the longer we stayed together.

Everyone says your first love never really dies. So how is it that you can love someone so deeply… and still outgrow them?

It didn’t happen all at once. It was slow, quiet—like when a song fades out and you don’t even realize it’s over until the silence hits.

That’s how it felt when he wasn’t around. Quiet. Like my entire world had been orbiting around him… and suddenly, the gravity was gone. And that’s when I knew it was a problem—because I couldn’t breathe without him, and I wasn’t entirely sure if he felt the same.

I met Jeon Jungkook when I was fourteen in high school. I wasn’t the shy, awkward girl who sat alone at lunch—I had friends, plenty of them. But somehow, he still caught my eye.

The new exchange student from South Korea. He didn’t speak much—barely at all. Just sat there, tucked into himself, those big doe eyes hiding behind thick glasses and a bowl cut that honestly made him look like the lead character in a comic book.

That’s what drew me in. The quiet boy who didn’t try to impress anyone. The boy who became my best friend. The boy I taught English to—just so he could yap in my ear 24/7 about Iron Man.

The same boy who nervously asked me to prom, palms sweaty, biting his lip so hard it bled. The same boy who, after prom, drove me to a cliff just to watch the stars. We sat there for hours, talking about our dreams. That night, he asked me to be his girlfriend. We were sixteen.

The same boy who, at graduation, gave me a special shoutout in his valedictorian speech he called me the reason his heart beats

The boy I started arranging my life around. When he worked late, I was there—standing outside, food in hand, ready to drive us both home.

At every one of his Taekwondo matches, I was front row, screaming his name like it meant something. And when it was all over, I was the one helping him decompress, ice packs, soft words, his favorite drink.

The same boy who gave me a promise ring for my 21st birthday and told me he’d replace it one day with a wedding band. He said we’d get married in Greece.

The boy who took me back to South Korea and showed me every single piece of where he came from. The boy I learned a whole new language for.

But a love like that doesn't last forever. Somewhere between the late night drives and travelling the world things start drifting but silently like the end of a song Missed calls, more arguments over the dumbest things, him staying out late, me not telling him where I am at.

It was never addressed because we thought the issue would fix itself but it didn't and I felt like I was suffocating.

Until one night as bittersweet as it is I was able to breathe.

We came in from a long night out immediately walking into our shared bedroom I needed to get out of these clothes.

What normally would've been us taking a shower together whispering sweet nothings and promising forever was quiet the only thing you heard was the water running

We didn't even acknowledge the other person's presence

I stepped out of the shower first quickly changing into some pyjamas

I sat at my vanity fumbling with my thumbs

Tonight felt—weird

We went out together—to his friend’s party at a club.

His friend knocked a drink over glass shattering on the floor, spilling red wine all over me.

I looked up at her, clearly annoyed, expecting an apology. But there was nothing.

I expected him to check her, say something, at least tell her to apologize. But no.

Instead, his face contorted into a slight smile, then he turned away.

As if nothing had happened.

Strike one.

The bass felt like it was pumping my heart for me. My ears were burning.

I took a deep breath, grabbed a napkin, and cleaned myself off—fighting back tears.

After that, I was silent. No more dancing when he asked. No more drinks. I just needed to go home.

Thank God he caught on. He bade his friends an early goodbye before we walked out of the club and into his car.

He didn’t open the door for me like he always did.

Strike two.

In the car, he didn’t speak to me at all.

I assumed he knew I had an attitude and would let me cool off.

But when we got to our shared apartment, he walked ahead of me in the lobby—without even waiting for me to change out of my shoes like I always do after we go to the club.

He knows I can’t walk well in heels. That’s why every time we go out, once we get into the lobby, he takes my heels off for me and carries me to the elevator… then into our apartment.

Strike Three

Taking my hair out of its bun, I started combing through the 613 unit—he had just bought it for me.

I sighed. Something was off. I could feel it.

The shower finally shut off as I was rubbing in my moisturizer. He walked out, barely glancing in my direction before heading to his drawer and sliding on a pair of boxers.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, not even looking up.

“What do you think?” I said, still working the cream into my skin.

“Babe, please, I—”

“You let your friend spill her drink on me, didn’t say shit, and just walked away. Then you want to ask me if I’m mad?” I cut him off.

He sighed. “I didn’t think it was that serious. It was only your shoes.”

He said it like it meant nothing. Shrugged off my anger like it was just some spilled wine. Then pulled on his pajama pants and threw a towel over his wet hair.

That was the problem.

“Exactly,” I snapped. “That’s the first problem—you didn’t think. And I don’t give a fuck if it was just my shoes. It’s basic manners for her ass to say sorry. And you as my man should’ve said something. Should’ve checked on me.”

I turned to fully face him now, the weight of everything pressing on my chest.

"So you're really bugging out on me over some damn alcohol and shoes I can buy again?" he asked, leaning back against the table. He had already taken his contacts out, sliding his glasses on like this was just another regular night.

I turned to him slowly, giving him a full are you serious face.

"Yo, what?" I blinked. "You let your friend disrespect me. It ain't about no damn shoes."

My voice cracked a little, not from weakness but from disbelief.

"You laughed in my fuckin' face. You really don’t see anything wrong with that?”

He rolled his eyes

And I think that spelled everything out for me

"So that's all you gonna do? roll your eyes" I asked

He shrugged "You pissed for no reason right now anything I say you gonna yell at me for"

"You know what" I chuckled in disbelief "Im tired" I said simply turning back around and putting my hair in a bonnet "We can talk about this in the morning" I said grabbing my phone and my charger going into the guest room

He grabbed my wrist before I can even step out of the door

“Princess… you don’t need to sleep in the guest room,” he said softly, gently turning me to face him.

His hand found the back of my head, pulling me into his chest like muscle memory. The other rested at my waist—secure, familiar.

I closed my eyes.

“Jungkook,” I breathed. I could hear his heart beating faster beneath my cheek.

“Things aren’t the same anymore.”

He exhaled, deep and quiet, like he already knew.

“I know, baby.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Come to bed with me. We can talk about this in the morning,” he said.

I nodded into his chest.

We crawled into bed together, and my heart felt unbearably heavy.

He held me tight

like he was afraid to let me go

“You know I love you with my whole heart, right?” he murmured.

We both stared out the large windows in silence, eyes fixed on the night sky.

The same sky he once promised me forever under.

[bullet-prooflove]

what do Charlie and Emery get up to in their free time? Do you do physical stuff like paint balling, or going out and camping, or maybe prefer to stay home and do nothing together?

So this basically became a character study on Charlie so apologies for the long one.

It’s very dependent on different things because of the secrecy behind their relationship so it’s a bit nuanced. Here’s a bit of a break down:

Charlie really enjoys domesticity - not woman barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, he’s far beyond that but more like the simple act of coming home to someone. He enjoys cooking for Em, and enjoys when they cook together even though she is more of a hindrance. She usually ends up sitting on the counter with a beer of glass of wine because of her mischief. (pulling his apron strings, stealing a bite of something, seeking out his ticklish spots, chilled hands under his shirt) That’s where Charlie puts her in kitchen time out so he can actually work.

After his mom died I don’t see his father as really being ‘present’ too much so Charlie had to look after himself and maybe even his father as he became severely depressed. He ended up doing the cooking and the cleaning, making similar dishes to his mom’s to try and feel that closeness to her and to bring his dad out of it. I imagine him and his mom used to cook and bake together all the time so he had good memories of being in the kitchen and likes to recapture that.

I also envision that his father killed himself eventually, not being able to deal with that grief so Charlie spent some time in foster care – as he was a later life foster kid (teens) and he had already had a family who loved him, he couldn’t really assimilate into another family. He basically put in his time before he aged out and went into transitional housing until he was old enough to claim his parents estate from the city. (the house had been sold after he went into care and the money was put into a trust. It eventually became a condo site when Charlie returned to the location.)

Why am I telling you this? Because having a home now, is extremely important to Charlie because he was taken away from his, and then it sold out from underneath him. It’s his safe space and that plays into his enjoyment of domesticity with Em. He enjoys simple stuff like having someone to curl up on the couch with and watch whatever Netflix show is on, he likes watching old movies his parents used to watch because it reminds him of happier times and makes it feel like he’s honouring them. He enjoys fixing shit for Em who is terrible at DIY because his dad taught him how to do that, he likes to utilise those skills.

Both are also big readers so are constantly swapping books, reading in bed together, lying on the couch, talking about books. Sometimes Charlie receives a mystery Amazon package to his desk which is usually a book he has mentioned in passing or something that Em thinks he would enjoy. Both like to attend author events.

Playing Pool – Playing pool started as a way to hustle money because his weekly foster allowance didn’t cut it but Charlie really enjoyed it because it gave him a sense of control he didn’t have in his life at the time. It’s something he’s done consistently through the years after leaving care to help him find balance. Him and Em still play pool regularly, it usually becomes a competition where they place bets for things they want in their relationship. A particular meal Charlie makes, something Charlie wants to buy her but Em insists is too expensive, something Em has read in a magazine she wants to try, somewhere Charlie wants to go, at one point it was meeting Em’s family – something Em was resistant to. Sometimes they go pool sharking, Em runs her own table hustling and Charlie runs his and whoever makes the most money wins.

Going Out – Charlie actually really enjoys going on dates, again it plays into the domesticity thing. He enjoys having  sense of home and he’s found that in a person. The problem is they can’t just go to a bar or restaurant in their district because they may run into someone they know. So dates usually take place outside of Charlie’s catchment area which actually adds a little more excitement and variation because those places are fresh to the both of them, there’s no ghosts of old lovers or anything like that. They go the movies for film festivals - Em’s into 80s horror, whiskey tasting, gigs – again Em’s into music. Mini golf, which Charlie excels at, bowling, axe throwing, etc. They try a lot of different things to see what works for them because in a way it’s completely new. Charlie’s never been with someone like Em and Em has never been with someone like Charlie.

[ksnzuy]

OMG PLEASE CAN U DO A CHUUYA FIC

Basically where they have 4 kids (genders your choice) but the youngest wants to be an older sibling (idk why but I just see Chuuya wanting a lot of kids anting to start a BIG family) but chuuyas into the idea BUT reader isn’t saying how her shops closed

Idk I just want something funny nothing sexual just a fluff and unhinged fic:p

If your not feeling up to it no problem <3 it would be nice to see u write it BUT NO PRESSURE I understand you have a life out of tumblr :)

🩷🩷🩷

୨ৎ Fours A Crowd.

୨ৎ auth: Hihi, I’ve been busy with stuff for my upcoming birthday which is in a week, soo sorry for delays in posting!! Sorry yall had to see a baddie almost get political will NEVER happen again

୨ৎ Summary: Having four kids is enough as is, but when your youngest wants to be an older sister and INSISTS on you having another child(and your husband feeding her little head) one can genuinely feel insane.

୨ৎ: one shot | fluff | Children | maybe slight unhinged | meant to be funny(my humor may suck to some)

୨ৎ Characters Included: Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya Nakahara has fought in underground wars, stared death in the face, and drop-kicked mafia scum in three-piece suits without breaking a sweat. He’s led operations in the rain, in suits worth more than some people’s rent. He’s survived Dazai.

But what he can’t survive?

Parenting four gremlins under the age of ten.

Especially when the smallest one starts talking like she’s got reproductive rights over your uterus.

⸻

It starts over breakfast.

The kitchen is chaos, per usual. Orange juice is on the floor, someone (probably Kaito, the third-born and certified feral) is trying to use the toaster to heat up a Hot Wheels car, and the oldest—Kyouko, your pre-teen with the attitude of a tired single mother—won’t stop yelling that this house is a social experiment. All while Chuuya’s trying to sip his coffee and pretend it’s not a war zone.

And then there’s Hana. Your five-year-old. Your baby. The tiniest terrorist in a frilly pink tutu and a juice mustache.

She hops onto a chair, slams her little palm on the table like she’s starting a family meeting, and announces:

“I WANNA BE A BIG SISTER.”

The entire room goes silent. Like; Hot Wheels-car-melting, yelling, cereal-flying silent.

You blink at her. “Come again?”

“I WANNA BE A BIG SISTER,” she repeats, louder. “Kyouko gets to be one. Kaito and Kenji too! It’s MY turn.”

Kyouko looks up from her phone. “You are a big sister. We’ve talked about this.”

“No, I mean a BIG BIG sister. Like, someone littler than me. I wanna boss someone around. I WANNA HOLD A BABY.”

You sip your coffee. “Get a doll.”

She gasps, offended. “DOLLS DON’T POOP. I WANT A REAL ONE.”

“…What kind of sales pitch is that?”

But Chuuya? That traitor?

Chuuya’s just standing there, smug smirk tugging at his lips, doing that thing where he leans against the counter like he’s on the cover of stupidly priced magazine and says;

“Well, we have talked about a fifth, babe.”

You freeze mid-sip. “We have not.”

He shrugs, sipping his coffee way too casually for someone who just got betrayed by his own sperm. “We have, though. Kinda. That one time. Remember? After Kaito got his head stuck in the railing and you said, ‘we’re not ready for another yet’ and I said, ‘yet?’ and you glared at me? That’s basically a convo.”

“That was not a conversation. That was a threat. And the answer is no. Absolutely not. Shop’s closed. The bakery’s burned down. My oven is out of commission.”

“You’re not even thirty! The oven’s still fully functional.”

“Oh my god, stop calling it that. I am not making another tiny version of you.”

“Why not?” Hana pouts, now tugging on your pajama pants. “You make cute babies.”

“Stop complimenting your way into a sibling,” you snap, putting down your mug. “Chuuya, please tell her no.”

Chuuya lowers to Hana’s level, all dad-voice and soft smiles. “Sweetheart, Mommy’s just tired. It’s a big decision, y’know?”

You glare daggers. “You make it sound like we’re debating on getting a puppy.”

“I mean,” Kaito mutters, still trying to microwave a Capri Sun, “puppies don’t cry for three months straight.”

Kenji, the calmest middle child ever, chimes in thoughtfully: “Babies also poop on your lap. Again.”

“EXACTLY!” you gesture dramatically. “We’ve been in the trenches already! I have served my time! I want peace! I want quiet! I want to be able to sneeze without worrying about bladder betrayal!”

Hana’s lip wobbles. “But… I already picked the name…”

You narrow your eyes. “What name.”

“Pickle.”

You blink. “Like the.. the food?”

“Yeah. Pickle Nakahara. Isn’t it cute?”

Chuuya chokes on his coffee, wheezing. “It’s got a ring to it, honestly—”

“Do NOT encourage this..”

“Pickle would be the best baby ever,” Hana insists, now on a full-blown campaign trail. “She’d wear bows. I’d teach her how to hold a spoon. I’d share my gummies, except the red ones, and I’d be nice! For one whole week!”

“That’s a lie,” Kyouko mutters.

“YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE.”

Chuuya wipes a tear from his eye from laughing. “You gotta admit, she’s persuasive.”

You cross your arms, exasperated, staring down your husband like he just suggested naming your fifth child Brine Jr. “This womb is done, Chuuya. Over it. On strike. If you want more kids, go split like an amoeba.”

“But babe—”

“No.”

“Baby—”

“Nope.”

“What if I do all the night feeds this time?”

“You said that the last two kids and still fell asleep face-first in a diaper.”

Hana gasps, now looking at her father like he’s a fallen soldier. “You lied to Mommy?!”

Chuuya’s panicking now. “I DIDN’T LIE I WAS JUST—!”

Kenji holds up his hands. “I don’t think babies are a good idea. You guys yell a lot.”

“We are passionate,” Chuuya argues.

“About Pickle,” Hana whispers dramatically.

Kyouko rolls her eyes and stands up with her cereal bowl. “I’m gonna start packing now for college. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually.”

“I am never giving birth again,” you hiss, grabbing a banana and dramatically peeling it like it’s an act of war. “I’ve earned my freedom.”

“…So you’re saying there’s a maybe?” Chuuya grins.

You chuck the banana peel at him. “I said no.”

[raines-here-lol]

YAP SESSION! YAP SESSION! WOOP WOOP WOOP!!! In other words, Raine talks about Gooseberry who she is heavily obsessed about to the point it's a problem YAY

This post is centered around what sort of past she had and things around it… There will be mention of sexual abuse, overdose and the things that happen in Outlast (also it's extremely long, words? And I don't think it's good but whatever)

Alrighty, her parents. Let's start with the mom. Her mom was a prostitute that ended up pregnant and abandoned her. The only proof I have of this thing is Futterman saying chased by a whore in the morning and I refuse to believe this man ever got married. Continuing with this man, just gonna drop it quickly, he's an Ashkenazi Jew. The surname, schmaltz (integral part of the cuisine), tokhes and his pronunciation of certain words make it obvious, but she probably wasn't seen as fully jewish due to the fact that her mom probably wasn't. Alright, let's continue, I think he wanted to put Phyllis for adoption but he probably couldn't in the end (someone could've noticed the baby and questioned him about it resulting in him keeping her). We all know he was verbally abusive to her. I believe she even used to be a chubby kid and ended up losing some weight around her show airing and stuff, hence the cow and big girl comments.

The thing is, the abuse didn't end just there. We have Gooseberry begging him to stop, Futterman's comments about the sex toys being suitable for kids aswell, the fact that there's a kid drawn on the sex toy box, Gooseberry's questionable comment, just Pervert the Futterman trial in general, crude comments about her being a slut and whore and her voicelines where she called the Reagents perverts with her dad calling them chomos (slang for child molester). We also have the whole gin and benzedrine thing… Listen, is it a reach? Maybe. But it's just weird you know.

The worst part is that she couldn't even get away from him. She didn't have any friends, most likely due to her hobby of taxidermy; being his assistant since her teen years (pulled the age out my ass but it kind of makes sense) and was definitely not allowed to speak to other adults/they probably didn't care. This made Futterman the only person who she was the closest to and found comfort in him, mostly around the small moments where he showed himself to be caring. She romanticized him during those moments, proving to herself that even if he is sometimes abusive and touchy, he still cares a lot about her. And the parts where he excused his actions only fueled this made up version that she made of him. I even have a headcanon that the duck puppet that she used to make the children calmer was a gift from him, hence why he usually is depicted as a duck and why she even goes with his abuse. It's always darkest before the dawn, you know.

I think she still lived with him as an adult. Making herself listen to his annoyance about still not being a wife or a mother to anyone, and this only getting worse once she got her own show. It was probably called Futterland, because I don't think she had an actual fun park. Everything was finally going right in her life, even if she was addicted to coke to wake herself up in the morning, only for everything to come crashing down due to her father's death. They still haven't found his body, so we can't really be sure how he died but my best guess is drinking and overdosing himself on the meds. Gooseberry came home, found him and had a complete breakdown to the point of hysteria and disassociation, as the document puts it. This was her dad, her comfort person, the only person that in her eyes actually cared about her and he was now gone. The reason his body is still not found is because she made sure it wasn't, not because of cruelty but due to the fear that they might do something to him. Even after doing that, her brain just couldn't comprehend his passing so it ended up forming him as a personality and attaching it to the duck puppet in her show that was definitely named Dr. Futterman. Even with her romanticization of him, her brain still remembered the damage he did and it caused him to act the same but probably bit less cruel.

However, this sort of memories od abuse could've twisted her view on all adults/parents. Viewing them as horrible people who didn't actually care about their kids (this possibly also coming from the parents around her not caring about what was happening to her). This could explain the whole putting narcotics in the Dental Drops and hooking kids on violence, theft and drug use. The violence escalating to the kids possibly killing their parents, due to her telling them to do so, because Mother Gooseberry's words were sacred to the children who were in a cult-like mindset. In her mind, however, this whole thing could've been seen as a way of protecting the children from evil (the adults) and her being the good person to be doing so. Not defending her actions, mostly giving her, what seemed to be, the reason for them.

In 1955, the police would raid the studio due to the charges of Conspiracy to Commit Murder, Kidnapping, and Racketeering, but possibly for also other reasons aswell. The kidnapping is the most interesting to me because who the hell did she even kidnap? Was it a man that reminded her of her father or was it a kid that she decided needed the most protection from the killjoys? Whoever it was doesn't really matter but it still makes me wonder. What makes the raid kind of funny to me is the fact that she used a drill to kill two and injure five other police officers, something that is now her weapon. Gooseberry would be sentenced to life in Holmesburg Prison, where even in real life the prisoners would be tested on. There, she had the two carnal (sexual) relationship with atleast two guards, which I think only happened due to her wanting to have fun (or pleasure since her character is kind of driven on that) and also to get some crafts to make the puppet for her dad. During Clyde's visit that is visible in the comic, it seems that she was skinnier than now (possibly from the coke) and suprisingly lucid.

Finally we are getting to the Murkoff thing. The face mask was definitely her choice to make herself appear slightly more on how she looked liked before the chemical burns (you can see that there's a mole on her left side of face under her nose in the comic, where the face mask has it drawn on). Although her missing her right hand was Murkoff's choice, probably due to an infection on it or to make Dr. Futterman's puppet more useful, since he acts like a prosthetic for her. Their relationship is still relatively the same, which might make her feel more comfortable around the place. But even then she does something that I haven't mentioned yet and that is age regressing. She regresses to her 14 year old self and you can hear it in some of her voicelines, my favorite where (I think) she regresses is this one. Mostly because it sounds like a teen girl trying to go out with a boy and her dad's reply makes it funnier ngl. There's slight difference between Gooseberry (adult) and Phyllis (teen) in their tone and how they talk if you listen carefully. I think it's even Phyllis talking about the scientists, making her more lucid than her adult self. Other than her dad, her relationship with the other PAs is funny to me. With Coyle it sounds that she finds him interesting but also absolutely hates him due to him being a cop and just in general, like her comment about being called beef and laughed at. With Franco it seems more... Intimate but she still sounds quite upset about things. Futterman is the one to voice his hatred towards the two though, but it's still obvious that Gooseberry's feelings for the two are terribly mixed.

The last thing I wanted to talk about her was the video Gooseberry Gets A Glimpse. She still follows the rules that Murkoff put in place even if she made her own. Her reaction to Amelia going through the monster door makes her more interesting because it kind of reveals the fact that she doesn't like things to change. Her face shows that she's worried about it and the fact that she uses the phrase "and doctor daddy help us all if someday the rules changed", makes it even possible that she has that fear. I don't think we got any document mentioning this after it happened so it makes me curious if we will get any more info about this or not.

Either way, I think I rambled enough and about everything I wanted. Congrats, you read through the whole thing and sorry if anything sounded bad (or was misspelled, I double checked enough)... You get a sticker for your troubles

[shosweet]

you sit on ichigo kurosaki’s bed, papers and textbooks splayed upon it. he’s antsy, making paper airplanes and playing drums with some spare pencils while your blood boils.

“ichigo, i told you to pay attention. you asked me to help you study, remember?” you grumbled. he groans, throwing his head back as the pencil he was balancing on his lip fell.

“yeah, but i wasn’t expecting you to actually help me study,” he whines. “besides, i don’t need it…”

he scooches closer to you, playfully poking your knee.

“… and i just wanted an excuse to see you.”

you love your boyfriend — really, you do — but he just doesn’t know when to quit.

“yeah? well, pick another one so i don’t have to carry all this crap to your place next time,” you huff. he chuckles, feeling a tiny ounce of pity as he straightens up.

“fine, do what you came here to do,” he groans. you smile sarcastically, matching his tone.

“back to where we left off, if you multiply this by—”

“wanna kiss you.”

you snap your head up, ichigo innocently scratching his head. you eye him before looking back down to your paper.

“and add it to the number from earli—”

“those soft, pretty lips.”

you let out a big breath, ichigo smirking before whistling without a care in the world.

“stop talking, ichigo.”

“me?” he animatedly looks around, brow cocked as he points a finger to his chest. “must’ve been the wind…”

you scoff, looking back down.

“multiply that, number from earlier—”

“such a pretty girl—”

“oh would you shut up, ichigo?!” you chuck an eraser at him and he catches it effortlessly, laughing hard at your reaction.

“you drive me fucking crazy sometimes,” you sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. when you open them, he’s already inches from your face.

“yeah?” his voice is low, a little raspy from the laugh he had earlier as he draws out the last syllable. your annoyance and anger gets the best of you, causing you to look away from him.

“tch, yeah.” his smirk widens, cocking his head to the side to meet your eyes. once you do, he gently holds your chin in between his index and thumb.

“kiss me. then i’ll shut up,” he whispers. shivers ache through your body, covering it with a scoff knowing that he’s probably just bluffing. but, with his face so close, you could see him clearly. his amber eyes were unwavering as he searched your face, lips in a slight frown.

you give in with a sigh, humming your approval. he wears a smug smile before pulling you in closer, soft lips meeting your own. he melts into your touch, finally getting what he’s been craving for so badly.

pulling away, you scramble to gather everything again as ichigo smiled at you, picking up where you left off afterward.

“y’know that’s wrong, right?” ichigo says.

“it is?” you question, completely confused. ichigo explains the problem to you, sighing in frustration not out of impatience…

… but just that it became an actual study sesh now.

guess who started bleach ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

[sonkitty]

To be honest, I think Satan's portrayal is one of the weakest parts of the entire story.

If he's so evil and so powerful, why is he so utterly pathetic in the big showdown when we finally see him take on a partially physical corporal form?

The dialogue between him and Adam is very one-sided and in Adam's favor overall.

Here is the conversation:

Satan: Where is my son? You? You're my rebellious son? Come here.

Adam: You're not my dad. Dads don't wait until you're 11 to say hello, and then turn up to tell you off.

Satan: What?

Adam: If I'm in trouble with my dad… [loud crash] …then it won't be you. It's going to be the dad who was there. You're not my dad.

Satan: What did you say?

Aziraphale: You can do it.

Crowley: Say it, Adam! Say it again.

Satan: Come here.

Adam: You're not my dad. You never were.

Satan: No. No, no, no, no, no, no! No!

After calling Adam rebellious, he has a super basic question involving the word "What" twice, then "Come here".

For now, I'm stuck on the "what" parts. Those parts have a lot of things that are not said. Not "How dare you!" Not "I made you, and I can unmake you." Not "You had better do what you're told". Not, "You make a good point, maybe I should have been there after all." Not, "We'll spend some time together after you destroy the world like you were always meant to". Not, "Well, I had a representative of myself [Crowley] who was supposed to be there in my stead, and I am definitely going to find out what went wrong there." None of that. Instead, it's just "Come here".

Come here and then what? Huh?

Aside from making the ground shake, what are you going to do? Blast him with lightning? No? Set fire to him or anyone nearby? No?

He gives zero acknowledgment to Crowley during the entire scene.

He acts like he genuinely does not understand and cannot process what Adam is actually saying.

Then when Adam denies him a third time to hit that magical Rule of Three, Satan says no repeatedly and disappears.

That's it.

In season 1, when the demons kidnap the person who they think is Crowley, do they take that "Crowley" to Satan for punishment? No. Satan isn't even mentioned or considered to have any role in this trial whatsoever.

Crowley stopped time on Satan himself, and we are led to believe the demons quite possibly understand that happened because it is included in the retelling that starts with S1E6.

...

For further honesty, I think the story vaguely hints that Crowley kinda sorta is Satan or an extension of Satan, so that's part of why Satan is so pathetic in all of the above.

Human perception is given a very, very strong power in the story.

The Four Horseman can do all of these strange, wicked things, but then Adam tells us, through telling his friends, "The thing is, they're not actually real. They're just like nightmares, really."

So, I tend to think of the Satan in Good Omens like that. He's some sort of demonic nightmare.

To many Christians, the Serpent of Eden is Satan, which would, in turn, make Crowley Satan. The book and season 1 of the TV show lean into that very quickly with Crowley's first "11 years ago" segment.

From the show:

Hastur: ...All hail Satan.

Ligur: All hail Satan.

Crowley: [Absolutely positively not hailing Satan] Uh, hi, guys. Yeah, sorry I'm late...

So, the joke here is that Crowley does not have to "hail" Satan because up here on Earth, through his job, he is Satan and the one being hailed. Neither Hastur nor Ligur reprimand him for that specific action.

The show goes so far as to tell us that Crowley tempted Jesus before Jesus' death as well, further symbolizing his role as Satan on Earth.

If you don't have the subtitles on for season 1, you might not catch that "Satan" is the voice on the radio since Crowley does not address him by name or title. You could just as well assume it's just some demon who is not Crowley.

When Crowley asks himself why the M25 is causing the problems it is, his memory of that conversation with Satan tells him. As in, he is telling himself that's why.

While we have God narrate, and her narration does have restrictions on who She will tell us about, she is not restricted to only Aziraphale. She tells us about Adam, Anathema, the Four Horsemen being summoned, and so on.

Meanwhile, Satan never narrates. We only hear about him sometimes.

We only see Satan appear "live" in the story two times. The first is giving Crowley his instructions in S1E1 and the second is the Tadfield Air Base scene.

Both Crowley and Adam are in both scenes. For S1E6, Crowley is the one most deeply affected, and affected first, upon Satan's arrival.

There is never any depiction of Satan in Hell, and there is never any depiction of Satan without Crowley.

So, even though Satan is indicated to have some separation from Crowley as well, through Adam's basic existence for example, those links to Crowley are still there.

...

As for how the finale will deal with Satan...

I genuinely obsess over this show because I have developed a deep love for season 2.

However, that love comes from trying to understand what actually happened, not to guess what will happen.

I only care what will happen in that I want some genuine vindication on the Earthly Objects game. I really don't want to have suffered The Pocket Trick "alone". I don't really suffer it alone since I know some people read my posts, but I'm the only one I know of who actively publicly tries to solve it by name.

So, the finale can do whatever it wants with Satan. Surprise me.

Why do we all overlook Satan?

We all love talking about the different characters in Good Omens. But there is one person that almost never gets analysed as a character. One that even I have been overlooking for a long time, although he is essential for the very premise of the plot of the series: Satan.

Some of the reasons why we tend not to pay much attention to Satan are quite obvious. First, he has very little screentime. He only makes one short appearance at the end of season 1 and even then is quickly sent back to hell by Adam. Another reason is that in the eyes of the viewers, including me, he does not need much character analysis. Because of our general knowledge about Western culture (no matter if we live in a Western country or not), we simply understand him to be the embodiment of evil, no further explanations needed.

And in the context of Good Omens, Satan, like God, mostly stays in the background. It is the demons who act on his behalf, while Satan himself is quite passive. But comparing Satan's and God's roles in the series and treating them both just as the alienated leaders of two opposing sides is actually imprecise. Because, as I will try to show, there are huge and important differences between them.

First, I think that Satan is one of the few characters in the series who are portrayed as utterly and unquestionably evil. Not only that all demons in hell are more or less forced to commit themselves to his evil values, but the way his character is talked about compared to others also points in that direction. Crowley definitely fears him more than anybody else. He is brave enough to stand up against Hastur, Ligur and even Beelzebub, but once Satan appears, he shouts "We are f*cked!" and wants to give up. When Job's son Ennon declares that Satan wouldn't dare to hurt him and his sisters, Crowley seems almost shocked about the implication: "I'm sorry, Satan? Satan wouldn't dare?" This gives the impression that Satan is both way more powerful and way more menacing than the average demon - a fact that is emphasized by his enormous size.

But as powerful as he is, he is still only another of God's creations. That alone makes a huge power difference between them. Satan was the angel Lucifer, who was made to serve God and then rebelled against him/her. But even in his role as the Adversary he can only act within the limits that are defined by God. In order to destroy Job's possessions, for example, he first needs a permit by the Almighty. That's why Satan depends on God in a way God does not depend on him. It goes beyond just 'good and evil need each other', because God is responsible for Satan's very existence.

And that's not the only difference between them. Satan does everything to take away people's free will. An example is the scene in which he gives Crowley his instructions about how to deliver the Antichrist (cf. this post by @vidavalor). He does not simply tell him what to do, but plants the knowledge in his head instead (illustrated by a stream of white mist flowing into Crowley's eyes). In the book, it is explicitly stated how much Crowley despises this, probably because he perceives it as a display of power, a way to remind him that he is nothing more than a tool to enact Satan's will, a tool that is not supposed to make independent choices (cf. Pratchett/Gaiman, p. 32; cited below).

And when Adam, his son, dares to thwart his plans, he becomes furious. It is less the failed Apocalypse that angers Satan than the fact that his own son disobeyed him. Crowley knows that: "This isn't about Armageddon, this is personal!"

For God, on the other hand, there are many clues that he/she is actually very fond of the idea of people having free will, as I elaborated in this post. Him/her not reacting to the averted Apocalypse is a striking contrast to Satan's behaviour. In the book, there's also this interesting scene at the end where Crowley muses about why God, who is almighty, did not simply prevent the rebellion of Lucifer and his followers from happening. And he comes to the conclusion that this is because it is part of God's plan, too: "Anyone who could build a universe in six days isn't going to let a little thing like that happen. Unless they want it to, of course" (Pratchett/Gaiman, p. 392; cited below).

So unlike Satan, God allows his/her creations to rebel against him/her, because he/she obviously wants them to be able to choose - between obedience and disobedience, between good and evil. That's the biggest and most important difference between the two characters, in my opinion. The implications of both of their philosophies become manifest in Adam and his character arc.

At the height of his power, Adam acts like his father when he takes away his friends' free will. They protested against his plan to destroy the world, so he takes control of them, freezes them so they can't move or speak and thereby express their disagreement with him anymore, and forces them to smile. When he finally releases them again, they run away from him - and Dog follows them.

Brennan Croft (p. 156f; cited below) points out how meaningful this particular detail is. The hellhound was sent to Adam in order to carry out his will. By naming it, Adam was able to give it "its purpose, its function, its identity". And he named it 'Dog', because that's what he wanted - a companion, a real dog. Thus, the hellhound became a real dog, and through Adam training him more and more of his hellish nature was lost (cf. Brennan Croft, p. 156; cited below). And so the hellhound, whose task was to serve Adam, was in fact given free will by him. "He's not your dog, he's his own dog" Pepper shouts at Adam, and she is right - which makes it possible for Dog to turn his back on his own creator because he isn't okay with his actions anymore. As Brennan Croft writes: "Dog has developed a moral life of his own" (p. 157; cited below).

This is the turning point for Adam, who eventually realizes the wrong of his doing. His character arc serves to both illustrate how taking away people's free will causes great harm and how giving them free will is the key to solving problems and to the triumph of good (for more about this topic, see this wonderful explanation about process theology by @haemey in her reblog of my post about Crowley and God).

That means Satan is not only evil because he endorses bad deeds, but even more so because he takes away free will. I don't see how he could ever be redeemed. But since I strongly suspect that both heaven and hell will be destroyed in the finale (see this post), that leaves me with the question of what will happen to Satan. "I don't think fighting him would do any good" Crowley tells Adam in season 1, and I guess he's right. So how does Adam defeat Satan? Well, he simply decides not to accept him as his father, not to give him power over him (cf. Brennan Croft, p. 159; cited below). And maybe that's the answer. Maybe Satan will continue to exist, but it will be people's choice whether they want to give him power over them by doing evil things.

What do you think? How will the finale deal with Satan? I would love to hear your ideas!

Works cited:

Pratchett, Terry and Gaiman, Neil: Good Omens. The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. London 2011.

Brennan Croft, Janet: Adam's Task. Naming and Sub-creation in Good Omens. In: Giannini, Erin and Taylor, Amanda (Eds.): Deciphering Good Omens. Nice and Accurate Essays on the Novel and Television Series, pp. 151-162.

[supernormalblogname]

pls draw more salm0n r.un vore i beg of you.... i can't stop staring at your last drawing... it's so good. the vore thoughts plague me whenever im playing and its so good to see them finally come to fruition..............

YES.. YES.... I WILL !! I MUST !!!! genuinely vore thoughts abt these silly fish have plagued me aswell before i even got into drawing vore... now that i have the Power i must create the images i'm always wanting to see. expect salmons in the near future

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[itzphynix]

My brain is so full of Bees about Post-Shift 2.

It's a fan game that was delayed for 4 years -- by the time it released, fnaf fangames as a whole were not as popular as they had been, & most people in the scene had forgotten about Post-Shift 1, so not a lot of people heard about it/played it.

Worse still is the people who did talk about the game. Pretty unanimously, the consensus was this: this game is the craziest, most insane fnaf fangame. It's overly difficult with mechanics that have no rhyme or reason to them & tutorials that are wordy, unhelpful, & sometimes actively mislead the player, meaning you need to comb through a lot of text only to be misinformed. It's not as infamous as some other fangames, but it definitely was talked about very poorly.

In general, I think most of these criticisms were blown up out of proportion, but I can't really disagree with most people's problems -- it is difficult & wordy, & rather hard to understand. I think, however, that the game is still 1. Really fun, 2. Not a bad game at all, &, most importantly, 3. Is a free fucking game that was clearly a passion project. Most damn fangames never get off the fucking ground when made in groups because the creators will never make a red cent off the thing -- this game was made by one dude for 4 years & delivered to people for free. It didn't ask anything of you except to accept it as a difficult game & to not go in with wild expectations. The dev just wanted to make a game that was rough, but he also wanted to make a game that felt unique & was fun. & It is fun, too, is the damn thing.

[vvelegrin]

always another date to wait for! yay! it has been 0 days since i've had to move my Date of Expectation out even longer!

insurance has 30 days to get us an answer on the appeal. and in the meantime, i am supposed to [???]. well. i guess i'll work a little bit on coding and do a little reading and work on language stuff and some writing, and lots of sleeping and trying to trial and error my life and energy to some semi-optimized place for when this treatment option definitely doesn't pan out and my doctors tell me i'm shit out of luck and to go find a specialist (there aren't any for hundreds of miles and they don't take new patients <3).

how do people not completely lose it. how do people not completely fucking lose it.

[redeemed-wren]

Classic Who explores ideas, New Who explores morals

classic who is like 'i see this trend, lets explore what might happen if that trend continues and let the audience figure out what it's talking about and come to their own conclusions.'

new who is like 'this trend is BAD and i'm going to PREACH A SPEECH about why it's going to RUIN EVERYTHING' and it's so much more exhausting

[teaboot]

Okay okay okay so I’m changing like every recognizable detail of this for privacy purposes but yall need to appreciate this

So I know how to retain CCTV footage, right? It doesn’t come up everywhere but I know my way around- and if someone gets jumped in a parking lot or whatever I can go backwards and see whodunnit

So I’m at this one place, right? And I get a call that an older woman in a wheelchair got hurt somehow and we need to see what happened.

Nobody remembers the exact time, because of course not, but they tell me she was wearing like a massive hot pink jacket and she’s in a wheelchair and she left with a medic round 09:45ish, so I figure I’ll start there.

So I find the incident itself no problem, but they need ALL footage for liability and insurance and stuff, so I have to keep going

And about ten minutes backwards, I lose her. She comes into view past a single shelf on one of the worse cameras and vanishes.

like. VANISHES. Hot pink jacket, big bulky black chair, gonzo. No idea where she came from.

So, I pull up entry cams. Zoom backwards till I see her come in… at like 06:15.

THREE AND A HALF HOURS EARLIER.

So first off, this is gonna take me like two hours minimum to write down, forget retention. And I’m kind of dying in my soul a bit but I start over there, watching her come in and meander and whatever.

At about 08:30ish she disappears.

Doesn’t leave. Doesn’t head to a bathroom. Doesn’t take her coat off. Her trail just stops.

Now, I’ve done this before. Typically, a location only has the mandatory minimum amount of room for a chair or walker to get around, so a person using one can only go forwards and it’s hard to 180. That limits options and makes it easier to follow, whereas a little unattended and fully mobile kid will zoom around in circles and shit and go who the hell knows where.

Then I see her again on the other ass end of the building, and I have to go back again to see how she GOT there.

My guys.

Her two and three-point turns are INCREDIBLE.

She’s popping on the wheels, flip, zoom, she’s out somewhere I didn’t think she could even GET to. I’ve been planning my search for places that fit a wheelchair or least-resistance fast-paths from A to B and she’s like… doing some Tokyo Drift shit.

I don’t know WHY. The whole place is basically completely accessible so long as you put up with having to reverse, but no. No, she goes where she wants.

I’ve been at this for half the day, and I still have no idea where she went for like an hour and a half.

Fuck me, I’m taking a lunch break

[r0semultiverse]

My take on the whole World War 3 WWIII WW3 whatever you wanna call it

This is a very simple look at why you won't die in a new World War (if it even happens) and a simple point of view responding to it. There are far better educated people to speak on this more thoroughly if you feel like researching and looking for that.