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Miguel O'hara as a cat

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summary: After the fight with the Lizard you are left with a cat (your boyfriend) to take care of. How hard could that be?

warnings: Miguel x !SpiderReader, minor injury, fluff??

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Part 2

When you stepped foot in Miguel’s office, everything was quiet. Thank god, you didn’t know how you could explain that Miguel was now a cat. You sighed in relief, one less thing off your list.

“Okay Migs” you said, talking to the now comfortable cat in your arms. “I am going to take this anomaly to the cages, so it can be shipped off, okay?”

Miguel purred in your arms. Oh, how cute was he? Obviously you couldn’t voice it out loud, because he would hiss at you and get away from your arms. Your boyfriend could be really emotional sometimes.

You walked towards Miguel’s platform, so you could sit him in his chair, while you went off to do your thing.

“Don’t touch anything Miggy.” you said sternly, knowing how workaholic he was. “You are a cat right now, so you could mess things up.” You finished petting Miguel on the head, but before you could go, Lyla popped up.

“There you are!” she greeted. “Where have you been? I thought you said this was going to be easy. The lizard isn’t that hard.”

“Excuse me?” you said, putting a hand in your chest acting offended and widening your eyes, trying to signal Miguel not to move or make any sound. “Why don’t you try it yourself, missy?” you taunted, you put your hands in your waist locking eyes with Lyla aiming to keep her attention on you, and not the cat sitting a few centimeters away.

“I can’t, remember?” she replied, placing her holographic hands in her waist, mirroring you. “I am merely an AI. There is not much I can do, physically at least.”

“Yeah well, so keep the catching of the anomalies to the professionals then.” You finished, crossing your arms over your chest and turning around.

“Where is Miguel?” she asked, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Oh, ah-” you stuttered, turning around while scratching the back of your neck. “He, he is… umm.. taking the anomaly to the cages! Yeah, that” you said, pointing at Lyla with a triumph smile in your face. Feww, that was close, you thought.

“You mean, the anomaly behind you?” Dammit!.

“Oh!” you said, pretending to be surprised, turning to look at the anomaly and back at her. “He must have forgotten it. You know, it was a really difficult fight. I am tired, he is tired, everyone is tired” you emphasized, using your hands to explain.

“Miguel is never tired” Lyla replied, lowering her glasses over her nose. Oh, she was catching onto you.

“Well, he is now” you said, crossing your arms over your chest again. “I think I know my boyfriend.”

“Girl” Lyla said, before disappearing and materializing right in front of you. “I know Miguel, and I know you. What are you hiding?”

“Nothing!” you said, way too abruptly, making you cringe internally.

Lyla eyed you up and down before sighing. “You know, you are an awful liar.”

“I am NOT lying.”

“So, who is this cat?” she questioned, transporting herself right were Miguel was.

“Oh, that?” you said, playing dumb. “It is just a stray that I found on the street.”

“Then, why does he have Miguel’s colors?” she kept pressing.

“Omg Lyla, I don’t know, okay?” you replied, trying to get her off your back. “He just seemed cute, so I grabbed him.”

“And Miguel was okay with this?”

“Yes!!”

“Okay” she replied.

“Thank you!” you exclaimed. Finally! You managed to trick her.

You turned around and stepped off the platform, walking towards the anomaly.

Just as you were about to grasp the anomaly to take it away, you heard a “click”. You turned around alarmed. On the platform, you saw Lyla with her holographic phone, taking pictures of Miguel.

Right there and then, Miguel snapped. He hissed at Lyla and jumped towards her, trying to catch her, at which she disappeared and appeared some meters away.

“Lyla!” you shouted, but she didn’t pay attention. She was too busy trying to run away from Miguel, who was chasing her none stop, like a cat pursues a flashlight.

“Miguel, stop!” you said, now chasing him. “You can hurt yourself! STOP!” But he didn’t listen.

“Aha!” Lyla said, between transportations. “I knew you were lying.”

“Yes! Happy now?” you replied, opening your arms. “You can’t let anyone know! You can’t share that picture.” which caught her attention.

“Why not?” she asked, looking at you, forgetting for a split second that a cat was chasing her.

Miguel took advantage of the distraction and leaped at her. Obviously, he expected to grasp something on his mouth, but he passed through Lyla, disorientating him.

You had to watch how your boyfriend flew in the air right in front of your eyes, and then lost balance mid flight. You know that saying ‘All cats fall in their feet’? well, this wasn’t the case. Miguel landed roughly into his desk, head first.

“Miguel!” you shouted, running up to him. “Are you okay?”

Miguel just meowed slowly, clearly hurt. You grabbed him in your arms, being mindful of not putting pressure in his head.

“Shhh it is okay baby” you cooed at him. “I told you to be careful.”

You stroked Miguel’s fur, aiming to calm him down, while you rocked from side to side, like holding a baby. Once you heard him purr, you kissed his head repeatedly but softly, nestling your nose with his.

The beautiful moment was interrupted by another click. You and Miguel turned your heads towards Lyla. Miguel turned in your arms, trying to get away and hissing at Lyla, showing her his fangs.

You, on the other hand, stared at Lyla with a death stare. “Lyla” you barked. “I know you think this is a joke, but it isn’t.”

Miguel was fighting hard to get out of your arms, but you weren’t risking him getting hurt again.

“Miguel, STOP!” you shouted, trying to calm him down, but with no use.

Without realizing, Miguel took his claws out, scratching you several times.

“Ouch, Miguel” you yelped, letting him go.

Miguel landed on the floor, and turned to you. You looked at your hands and arms. Your suit was cut in various parts, showing your skin below, and that wasn’t any better. Blood was coming out of the scratches Miguel had give you. They weren’t painful, per se, but they burned.

You felt Miguel rubbed his body and tail against your legs, meowing. You stepped back, making him sit on his back legs, looking hurt.

You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths. These was going to be a loong couple of hours, you thought.

“Okay” you said, putting your hands together in front of you. “One, Lyla, you do NOT, and I hope I come off as clear, you don’t under any circumstance, post or send those pictures to ANYONE, understood?” you said sternly.

“But-”

“No Lyla!” you yelled. “No one can know Miguel is a cat. This isn’t a joke. There is an entire universe that is full of humans transformed into animals and we have to fix that” you explained.

“I get that, but what does it have to do with me sending this pictures” she said confused.

“Well, for starters, Miguel wouldn’t like that. Second, people would come and roam in this office trying to see Miguel, which would make him stress, much more that I am sure he is right now. Besides, he could hurt himself, which he just did! And that was your fault”

“If you ask me it was your fault”

“What was that?” you asked, clearly pissed.

“Nothing”

“That’s what I thought” you finished, breathing slowly through your nose. “Lyla, keep watching Miguel, don’t let him do anything. I am going to take this anomaly to the 'Go Home Machine' and then I’ll come and start working on a device to get those people and Miguel back, okay? Lock the doors as soon as I walk out” you stared at Lyla, waiting for a confirmation. She simply nodded, before disappearing into thin air.

You sighed. You loved Lyla, but sometimes she was too much.

“Come here Migs” you beckoned the cat.

Miguel walked towards you, before standing into his back legs and stretching himself towards you. You picked him up slowly, cradling him in your arms. He stared at you lovingly, and started licking your arms, where your wounds were.

“Migs, I know that you are trying to help, but your tongue is rough” you said, giggling, and kissing his head. “You have to stay here, alright? Promise me.”

He looked at you and meowed, before headbutting you on the lips. You kissed him before gently putting him on his desk.

“I’ll be back.” you said.

You rushed to get the anomaly back home, hoping no one dared entered Miguel’s office. The odds were in your favor on your way to the ‘Go Home Machine’ because no one stopped you or asked for Miguel, but on your way back….

“Hey girl!” Jess said.

“Oh, hi Jess.” you replied, wiping the sweat out of your forehead with the back of your hand.

“Are you okay?” she asked concerned. “You seem kind of in a rush.”

“Oh no.” you answered, shaking your hand dismissively. “It’s nothing.”

“Does Miguel have you running errands for him?” she questioned, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow.

“Miguel? Who mentioned Miguel?” you hurried to get out, maybe too quickly, making Jess look at you weirdly. “Miguel is fine, in his office, as always. You know how he is.” You punched Jess’ shoulder lightly and laughed, trying to calm yourself down and convince her that everything was fine.

“Are you sure you are fine?”

“Yeah yeah, one hundred percent. Just a little tired.” you explained, putting a hand on your chest. “Oh! If you could get this information around. Miguel is doing something really important in his office, so no one can enter. And, also, all messages directed to him must come to me. He doesn’t want to be bothered. You know how grumpy he gets, hehe” you finished, giggling out of stress. You needed to get back, Miguel could be hurt again.

“Okay…. ” Jess said, clearly suspicious. “If you need help with anything, let me know.”

“For sure, yeah. Thank you Jess!” you exclaimed, running off to Miguel’s office.

Once you shut down Miguel’s office door, you let out a sigh. Keeping everyone out was easy, the thing was convincing the thousand something employees that his leader was okay and working. On top of bringing Miguel and all that city back to normal, you had to fill Miguel’s shoes, and you knew how hard that was.

Thankfully, Miguel was still where you had left him, the only difference being he was in deep sleep.

“Ohh Migs” you whispered, lifting your hand slowly to pet him. He was adorable, snoring lightly with his tongue out, sprawled out on the desk. He deserved to rest.

“Lyla” you whispered. The AI appeared right in front of you, without making a sound, clearly not wanting to piss you off like before.

“I’m going to go back to the dimension where the Lizard was” you explained, voice barely above a whisper. “His weapon exploded, but maybe there are parts that help me undo this. Take care of Miguel, and if anyone calls, redirect it to me.”

You used your gizmo to open a portal and went through. Thankfully, you remember where the fight took place. Once you reached a building near the street where you defeated the Lizard, you saw how a lot of animals roamed the streets, scared and helpless. The remaining humans weren’t any better.

Okay, one issue at the time you thought. You jumped off the wall to a near top of a car, so everyone could see you.

“Hi! Everyone?” you shouted, trying to sound confident, but failing miserably. Talking in public wasn’t one of your strengths. “I know all of you are concerned and scared, but I assure you than me and my team..” well just me you thought “… are doing everything in our power to get everything back to normal.”

“And who are you?” someone shouted in the crowd.

“I’m a superhero, you don’t have to be scared, I’m here to help.” you explained.

“And how can we trust you?” other person asked, while trying to calm a dog, presumably, someone he knew.

“What other option do you have?” you questioned back, causing a murmur around the sea of people.

“I promise to get back to you as soon as possible.” you continued. “Now, if you let me, I am looking for parts of a weapon.” You hopped off the car, and walked the street, looking at the ground, trying to avoid animals, people and other things.

Unfortunately, the weapon was no where in sight. Great you thought, running your fingers through your hair. This is going to be more difficult than I thought.

Before going back to Miguel’s office, you decided to make a trip to the Lizard’s dimension, hopefully, you could find Doctor Connor’s lab and see his notes.

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You got back to Miguel’s office with Dr. Connor’s notes. It would have been better if he had a prototype, but this would do. You were a woman of science after all.

You stepped out of the portal reading the papers, not paying attention to the world around you. All of a sudden, a giant shadow blocked your light, preventing you from seeing the words on the paper you were holding. You looked up from the notes just in time to see a giant ball of fur flying your way.

“MIGUEL!” you shouted, dropping everything to catch him in your arms. You weren’t successful though. The Maine Coon was too big and was coming at too much speed, so when you caught him in your arms, the momentum made you stumbled back and land in your butt.

“Ouch” you exclaimed, before grabbing Miguel by his front legs and stretching him in front of you. “What on Earth are you doing?”

“Meow”

“Don’t act innocent you little kitty” you said acting mad. “When I left you were sleeping, what the hell happened?”

“He woke up and when he realized you weren’t here he went crazy” Lyla explained, appearing over your left shoulder, with all her clothes out of place.

“And let me guess, he started chasing you.”

Miguel hissed at Lyla and started wiggling in your grasp, but you didn’t budge.

“That would be correct” she said, before glitching and fixing her appearance. “I would recommend that you wake him up next time, I am not a babysitter.”

Miguel snarled, probably saying he is not a baby.

You rolled your eyes, clearly you couldn’t leave him alone for more than five minutes.

“Stop it you two” you said. “Your bickering is cute and fun when we are in normal circumstances, which we are not right now, so please, can you two get along for a couple of hours until I figure this out?”

“Whatever” Lyla shrugged and then disappeared. Miguel, on the other hand, looked at you with those beautiful red eyes, begging.

“I am talking to you too mister, doesn’t matter how cute you are” you handled Miguel so you could cradle him in your arms and expose his belly, to tickle him.

“MEEOOWW” Miguel screamed, using his back legs to keep your hands away, all while you were laughing.

“Want me to stop? Mmm” you cooed at him, scratching under his chin. Miguel growled at you. “Then let me work in peace, or I’ll keep you this way.” He snarled at that.

You giggled to yourself, and stood up with Miguel still in your arms. You walked to his chair and placed him there, hoping he would fall asleep again. You kissed him in his head, which made him headbutt you, so you kissed him again, and again, and again.. until he turned around, putting his tail right in your mouth.

You took that as a signal to get the job done. So, you grabbed Dr. Connor’s notes and got to work.

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You spent hours trying to replicate the Lizards weapon. His notes were horrendous, but you got around them. You had the first step done, the machine that transformed humans into animals. Now you had to find a way to revert it.

You yawned, and stretched yourself.

“What time is it?” you said groggily, speaking to yourself. You looked to your side, where the clock was. It read 2:00 a.m. 2:00 A.M??! you thought Wow, time does fly. Now I understand Miguel. You were tempted to go to bed, but you needed to fix this thing, so you decided to keep working. A all nighter wouldn’t hurt you. But someone had other plans…

Miguel had been sleeping peacefully while you were working, but now he was awake. He hopped on your workspace, and meowed at you.

“Hi Migs” you said covering your mouth yawning. “How was that nap?” You turned to continue working. As you reached to grab the screwdriver near you, you saw from the corner of your eye how Miguel was walking towards you. Slowly, he headbutted your hand that was clutching the screwdriver.

You didn’t pay attention to him, too focused on trying to finish the machine. Miguel growled softly and then proceeded to drawn out a meow, trying to catch your attention, but not succeeding.

Your attention was solely on the machine, frowning and sticking your tongue out in concentration. One slip and you could be turned into an animal as well, or worse, turn the whole society. Boy, would that be a disaster.

You were so focused that you didn’t catch Miguel’s actions. He had gradually gotten close to you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Once your right hand, the one with the screwdriver, was away from the device, he jumped and bit your hand, making you drop the tool and quickly clutch your hand towards your chest.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed. “Miguel, what is wrong with you?” you didn’t expect an answer from him, so you carried on with your work, not before staring at Miguel with a frown and giving him a death stare. “I know you are impatient, but I am trying my best here.”

You continued working, not paying attention to the cat, but he knew how to gain it.

Miguel howled loudly, making you snap your head towards him. “Miguel” you hissed. “Someone could here, can you stay quiet please?” you were honestly losing your patience.

Miguel stared straight at you, while his paw gently push the screwdriver towards the edge.

“Miguel NO” you said sternly, but he didn’t listen. He kept giving the tool gentle pushes, until almost half of it was outside of the table.

“Miguel” you challenged. You locked eyes with him. You closed them and opened them, daring him to move, and see the consequences.

He looked at you dead in the eyes and pushed the screwdriver all the way through, making it drop to the floor and make a big noise, echoing through the big and empty office.

“That’s it” you said, dropping the tools and gloves you had on. “What do you want?”

Miguel walked towards you and headbutted your stomach. You looked confused for a minute, until something clicked on your head.

“Oh my god” you cried, covering your mouth with your hands. “You are hungry.”

Miguel meowed, as in telling you yes.

“Oh Miggyyy” you whispered, grabbing him and cradling him in your arms. “I am so so sorry.” You kissed his head while he purred and gave him a really tight hug. Just in cue, your stomach grumbled too.

“Okay, what if we go to my universe, hmm?” you asked. “I know a supermarket near my apartment that sells cat things, and then we go to my home and we sleep a little. What do you say?”

Miguel purred in your arms and meowed repeatedly. You had read enough about cats beforehand to know that meant he was excited.

“Alright, let’s go” you said, before letting Lyla know you were leaving and that she had to contact you if anything went wrong. And with that, you opened a portal to your universe and went home with a kitty in your arms.

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Once you landed on your universe, you rushed home to change and leave Miguel, not before telling him to be careful and that you would be back shortly.

Not wanting to leave Miguel alone for long, you ran to the nearest market and bought some cat food, tuna, some toys you saw that you thought were cute (and that Miguel would probably hate, but you wanted to tease him), and some food for you, for some weird reason you were craving empanadas. Yeah, not a good fast food to make at 3 a.m in the morning, but you wanted it, so you couldn’t deny your appetite anything.

You sprinted back with the shopping bags on your arms, and as soon as you opened your door, you heard the cutest pitter-patter of Miguel's paws running towards you on your wooden floors. Once he saw you he started meowing non stop. You weren’t sure if it was because he missed you or because he could smell the food you had brought.

You placed the bags on the counter, and Miguel climbed on it, smelling each bag, trying to decipher where the food was.

“You are so impatient” you giggled.

Miguel just meowed, and kept smelling the bags, until he found what he was looking for and got into the bag.

“Miguel!” you exclaimed, grabbing him. He cried and tried to wiggle out of your hold, but you were strong.

With Miguel in one arm, you looked for a plate to place his food. Once you found it, you put Miguel on the floor and proceeded to fix his food. As soon as you placed the plate on the floor, Miguel dived into it, as if he was starving.

“I’m sorry Miggy, I forgot about the food” you said. He didn’t answer, too busy shoving his mouth with food.

You laughed at him for a while, until your stomach grumbled, so then you proceeded to make your food, taking advantage that Miguel was busy with his own.

You started making the filling for the empanadas. You bought minced meat, onions, olives and bell peppers, to make them the Argentinian style just as your mom had taught you. You chopped all the veggies, making yourself cry with the onions, and hoping Miguel was alright, but as you heard no complaining, you assumed he was fine.

Just as the filling was done and you were about to start making the empanadas, Miguel finished his food, and hopped on the counter to watch what you were doing. He groomed himself, acting as a gentleman, but you knew he was up to no good.

You pretended to not pay attention, and continued making the empanadas and putting them in a tray, to take them to the oven. Once you finished the last one, you had an urged to go to the bathroom, so you let them on top of the stove, so they wouldn’t burn.

You rushed to the toilet. While you were using the restroom you heard Miguel scratched the door and meowed at the other side. I can’t believe this guy you thought, giggling to yourself. You hurried to opened the door, and there he was. He looked at you with those beautiful eyes, those eyes that you had learnt to love, but also that you could read like a book. He had done something.

You shook your head smiling. You crunched down to pick him up and kiss him. “You’ve become really needy in this past couple of hours” you said to him. “Maybe I should keep you like this a little longer” you joked, making him hiss, but then purred, as you scratched him behind his ears.

You walked towards the kitchen, and there it was. He had left printed paws in one of the empanadas. “This is why you are acting so cute?” you questioned, grabbing him to look at what he had done. He meowed slowly at you. You simply laughed, he was adorable after all.

After cooking, eating and cleaning everything, it was already 5 a.m, and you were exhausted and so was Miguel, who spent all the last 10 minutes yawning right in front of your face and headbutting you, demanding pets.

You prepared yourself for bed, knowing you weren’t going to sleep much, but that you needed it to stay focus tomorrow during work. You climbed into bed and called Miguel to cuddle with you. In only five minutes, you fell asleep, listening to Miguel’s purrs.

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Around 8 a.m you were rudely awakened by a paw hitting your nose. You opened your eyes slowly, feeling disorientated, the sun hitting your face making it difficult to see. You felt a weight on your chest, and then Miguel’s face emerged from the sun. He purr at you, making biscuits in your chest and licking your nose, cheeks and chin repeatedly.

“Miguellll” you groaned, but you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Meow” he responded. flopping in your chest, with his head tucked between your shoulder and neck. He nestled himself in, but you wouldn’t let him. You sat up quickly, causing him to slide off, and growled.

“If you wake me up, you can’t expect to receive cuddles mister” you said, getting out of the bed and into the bathroom, to start your morning routine. Miguel followed your footsteps, climbing into the sink, and staring at you, without uttering a sound.

You proceeded to do your things as always, plus, fixing a plate for Miguel for his breakfast. As soon as you were both ready, and you had packed Miguel’s things (food and the toys) you opened a portal to Miguel’s dimension, to continue working.

When you stepped out of the portal, into Miguel’s office, you were met with light over Miguel’s platform. Light? you thought. I thought I had turned off everything last night. Maybe it was Lyla.

You walked towards it and set him down in the chair, so he could be comfortable, and the bag with his things in the table. As you were about to call for Lyla, you heard a sound behind you.

You turned around alarmed. Scanning with your eyes the space, you couldn’t see anything out of place, but you could sense it. You signaled Miguel to stay hidden, in case it was a Spider person, and stepped out of the platform, walking towards the place where you heard the sound coming from.

Approaching your working station slowly and with soft steps, your senses where in high alert. You could have called Lyla, but she was way too noisy this days, and she would have probably said something about Miguel’s state, so you didn’t want to take any chances.

Your work station was dark, you could barely make senses of the shapes. The sound had stopped, but you knew someone or something was near. As you were about to reach the table, something moved quickly on your right side. You turned your body that way, when…

“Surprise!!”

“AHHH” you screamed, falling backwards.

Peter B quickly grabbed your arm preventing you from landing on your butt and stabilizing you. You placed a hand over your chest, breathing rapidly.

“My god Peter!” you exclaimed, almost out of breath. “You almost killed me.”

Peter B and Mayday laughed. “I’m sorry” he said. “I was just waiting for the big guy, when I noticed this thing on the workspace. Is this what Miguel is working on?” he asked, pointing his finger towards the machine.

Miguel! you thought. I have to make sure he doesn’t see him.

“Oh! That?” you pointed. “Yeah, yeah. That’s Miguel’s.”

“So, where is he?”

“Where is who?”

“Miguel?”

“Ah” you exclaimed. “He is, uhmm, he is taking a break, yeah” you said, playing with your hands. “He had been working all night, so yeah, he was tired.”

“Miguel, tired?” Peter B questioned, looking at you raising his eyebrow.

“Well, not really” you answered scratching the back of your neck. “I made him take a nap. But anyways” you said, trying to change the course of the conversation. “What are you doing here? I thought I told Jess no one was allowed.” You crossed your arms, aiming to look intimidating.

“Yes, I know.” Peter said, looking down at Mayday in his carrier. “I just wanted to leave Mayday with you. I have a mission and you know Miguel doesn’t like when I take her.”

You widened your eyes. Dammit Peter, right now? you thought.

“I’m really glad you trust me with her Peter, but isn’t there someone else?” you said, looking discreetly towards Miguel’s chair. Taking care of Miguel, a baby and fixing a machine wasn’t an easy thing to do.

“Nope, everyone else is busy”

“Ughh, fine” you groaned, extending your arms to grab Mayday.

She happily jumped into your arms, this not being the first time you had taken care of her.

“Okay, bye babyy” Peter cooed at her. “Thank you y/n. Tell the big guy I say hello.”

“Okay, byeee” you said fake smiling.

Once Peter was out of the door, you dropped your smile and sighed. This is going to be a looong day you thought.

“Okay, baby” you said, turning Mayday in your arms to make her look at you. “There is someone I would like you to meet, but you can’t tell anyone. Okay??”

Mayday, laughed, and put her index finger in front of her mouth. “Yeah, shhh” you said, mimicking her.

You walked towards Miguel, hoping he would not go ballistic and not hurt Mayday. You turned the chair, and there he was, sitting while grooming himself. Once he felt the movement, he stopped and looked at you, and then down at Mayday.

He meowed, confused. Mayday, on the other hand, immediately reached to grab him, while chanting “Kitty Kitty” all over. Miguel scooted back, hitting the back of the chair, trying to get out of Mayday’s arm reach.

“Careful Mayday, this is a cute Kitty, but you have to be careful, alright?” you said. “And the Kitty will behave” you finished, opening your eyes to signal Miguel.

He growled at you, but then meowed. You grabbed the bag on the table first, and then him with your free arm, and took him and Mayday towards you working station.

“Lyla, lights please!” you said, loudly enough for the AI to hear. The lights turned on and Lyla appeared right in front of you.

“Busy day ahead huh?” she smirked.

“Yeah..” you sighed. “Any important thing I should know about?”

“Not really, only that the people from the universe where this happened,” she said, motioning to Miguel. “are becoming a little impatient.”

“Yeah, I can imagine” you huffed.

You bent down, placing Miguel on the floor, and then grabbing a blanket, laying it down to set Mayday on top of it. As soon as she was free, she launched herself towards Miguel.

“MEOOOW” he screamed, being grasped by her tiny hands.

Mayday hugged him towards her chest and started petting him, as slowly as she could.

“That’s good Mayday” you cheered, while clapping at her. “You are being so careful.”

Lyla took out her holographic phone and took a picture, making you look at her, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought we had talk about this” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?” she questioned. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to remember this. I promise it is just for Miguel, you and me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay” you said, uncrossing your arms. “I have to admit, it is really funny.” you laughed.

Miguel, on the other hand, was staring at both of you angrily.

“Sorry” you mouthed at him, making him growled.

Before going back to work, you opened the bag and took out the toys you had brought.

“Here Mayday” you said, handing her a stick with a rat attached to it. “You can play with this, see if he likes it.”

She looked at it and grabbed it with one arm, the other still holding Miguel down. She laughed, and moved it around, in front of Miguel. He didn’t pay much attention to it, he was still locking at you, the only difference now was that he was even angrier.

“Oh, come on Kitty” you cooed, teasing him. “Play a little.”

Miguel meowed at you, but proceeded to play his part, only to humor you. Once you saw they were safe, you continued working, you didn’t want to prolong Miguel’s suffering any longer.

➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃ ➻❃

Hours went by, now Miguel and Mayday, both exhausted from all the playing, were sleeping together on the blanket on the floor. You, on the other hand, had been working none stop, but you were close.

"One more screw and… YES!" you whispered, throwing your hands in the air. The weapon was done, or at least, that’s what you thought.

“Lyla” you murmured. The AI appeared in front of you. “I am going to the that universe to see if this works” you explained. “If Miguel or Mayday wake up, tell them, and take care of them while I’m gone”

Lyla gave you a thumbs up and disappeared.

You looked at the child and the cat and knelt down to give them both a kiss on the head. Standing up, you grabbed the device and opened a portal to the universe where the Lizard attack happened.

It only happened yesterday, but it feels like an eternity you thought, stepping through the portal. You swung your way to the most affected area. Police cars where lined up, containing the animals.

You landed on the roof of one of the cars.

“Officer!” you shouted. “I need a megaphone”.

The policeman handed it to you. “People of New York” you said into it. “I’m here to turn you back into humans, please all gather around.”

“Are you sure it is going to work?” the officer asked.

“Yes” Not really you lied. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie. You just weren’t sure.

More and more animals swarmed the streets. Hopefully, everyone affected, or most of them, where there. You aimed the device towards the crowed, and prayed that it would work.

You pressed the trigger closing your eyes, not wanting to see the result.

There was a collective gasp among the people, which made you snap your eyes open. There, in front of you, where animals had resided, now there where people.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, jumping in place. It worked! you thought.

You continued to shoot the beam towards the affected, until there were no animals in sight, or at least, no humans transformed into animals.

“Thank you, superhero” the officer said.

“No, thank you” you replied. “I am sorry for the inconvenience. I am going to come back to leave this to you, in case there are others who aren’t here, but now I have to use it somewhere else” you explained, and without waiting for an answer, you swung to the nearest rooftop, opening a portal and exiting it in Miguel’s office.

Thankfully, Mayday was still asleep, which was perfect. Lyla popped up next to you, and asked:

“And? Did it work?”

“Yes! I’m going to wake up Miguel”

You walked towards the cat, still sprawled out in the blanket and shook him up a little.

“Miggy, Miggy! Wake up” you whispered.

Miguel gently lift up his head, looking confused.

“The device works! I can turn you back!” you exclaimed, still not raising your voice, as to not wake up Mayday.

At that, Miguel stood up quickly and positioned himself in the middle of the room. You shoot the beam towards him, and in a second, your boyfriend appeared in all his glory, 6 feet and all.

“Miggy!!!” you squealed letting go of the machine, and jumped into his arms hugging him.

He hugged you back, lifting you in the air, turning. You giggled, feeling dizzy. Once he set you back in your feet, you grabbed his face and kissed him, but pulled back quickly.

“Wait!” you exclaimed. “Be right back!”. You ran towards the device, grabbed it and opened a portal to drop it off with the officer.

Once you came back, Miguel was looking confused, but you didn’t give him time to question you, because you jumped right back into his arms and kissed him deeply.

“I missed youu” you said, barely above a whisper, after pulling back slightly, lips still brushing against each other.

“I missed you too amor” he replied, rubbing his nose against yours. You giggled, happy to have your human boyfriend back.

“I have to admit,” you started. “I’m going to miss having a kitty” you finished pouting, looking up towards Miguel with pleading eyes.

“No” Miguel said sternly.

"Pleeease" you pleaded, giving him puppy eyes.

After a stare contest, he gave up.

"Fiinne" he groaned. "But it can't be a Maine Coon".

"Yayyyy" you squealed, and gave him a quick peck.

Maybe the Kitty Adventures weren't over after all.

<< Part 1

Hope you like this!!! The part 3 will be the last one, and I'm thinking of 2 bonuses. So, hope you enjoy!!!

Thanks @cupcakeinat0r for letting me use the idea of the cat putting his paws in the dough haha.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #oharaslove #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #kitty miggy #kitty miguel o'hara #miguel fanfic #miguel o hara #miguel

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monstersandmaw · 24 days

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Omg i didn't realise you were back from your break. I've missed your writing💜💜💜💜 Were you able to finish writing or are you still working on it?

Hi Anon! I'm not sure what you mean by 'able to finish writing or are you still working on it?' though. I have a number of WIPs that I've started to post on here, so I'm not sure which story you're referring to, sorry! Feel free to let me know!

I didn't really take a break as such - rather, I just haven't had time to keep going with what I was doing, at the pace I had previously been doing it.

Patreon is up and running though, with an awesome core of people following and supporting me on there (thank you thank you, folks!), and all future stories (both free and pay-to-access) will be available there, instead of Tumblr. I realise that absolutely nuking all engagement and reach, because people don't click off-platform and don't follow creators on platforms they're not using, but it's the best way I can protect my future writing from being scraped by AI etc.

Anyway, if there's a story you'd like to see finished properly, let me know! I'm always keen to hear from people and to know where people's interests lie!

#anon ask

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gravidasomnia · 1 year

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Ending up on the receiving end of the anti-AI art rage that's trended on here leaves me feeling like I have to justify my creations.

Except I won't. AI art sucks on so many levels including some deeper ones. Quite frankly it's unethical to make these. And I don't give a fuck. 99% of people seeing my pics are on tumblr to look at sexy stolen media - pics, vids, gifs, etc. Is my use of AI artgen unethical? Yes. Is it wrong? No more so than downloading a pic or gif or video you like and posting it on Tumblr. And if you're not here to do just that - you're here to see other people do just that. Stolen media is an integral part of what makes Tumblr great. Stolen artistic talent and aesthetic influence belongs here on Tumblr, for the same reason stolen pics, vids and art belong on here. "Theft is good when I do it" only counts if you make it worthwhile for the community, so I'm doing my best to make it worthwhile by aiming for the highest quality that I can achieve with this new medium and sharing it with people who appreciate this kind of beauty.

AI artgen is legal theft and if you think the "legal" part overrides the "theft" part you're an asshole. Ripping of an artist's style with AI is so very much worse than imitating it with regular art tools, you either understand that or you don't. If it doesn't offend you to see that in action then you lack both a heart and a soul.

Art produced this way has yet to earn a place alongside real art. It's been a damn shame to see the way AI art has been forced onto Deviant Art, and the devastating effect that's had on the community there. It's good to see other platforms pushing back against AI-generated content. It really doesn't belong in communities that were built by actual talent-wielding artists. But it does belong on Tumblr as long as it's not mistagged or passed off as not AI.

So yeah I think individuals should be allowed to use AI unethically for amusement because omg this shit is awesome! Explore your kinks; Smash art styles together; Construct your own concept art; Make Anime versions of yourself - it's all good fun! And the stuff actual artists can do with it blows me away, in the right hands it's a powerful tool that helps humans to create beautiful imagery. But if you're exploiting it for profit without recognizing the cost or even worse pretending there is no problem with the way this tech has been implemented, you're a piece of shit, fuck you. I have the utmost respect for the real artists, models, and other content creators that use tumblr as a platform. I'm also happy to help people learn to make their own pics with AI, it's been great to explore my kinks in this way and everyone should be able to do this. I'm happy to discuss the technical side of things with people who respect the victims of this technology. But if you wanna call yourself an AI artist don't fucking talk to me unless you understand the above.

#AI Art #AI Art Community #There Are No AI Artists #rant #AI Art is Theft #AI Art Ethics #Anti AI #and yeah I'm guilty of trying to profit from it at one stage #but make like Jesus and forgive me

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Honestly though between AI discourse, fearmongering about basically every TOS change on every website ever, people noticing how alarming various levels of datamining are but not realizing how widespread it is and blaming all those things on singular websites, and so much more...holy fucking shit the level of computer and internet illiteracy in a population that is now so dependent on the internet is absolutely unconscionable and needs to be recognized as a MASSIVE societal failing.

"Did you know this website's TOS says they can use images you upload for ANY commercial purpose FOREVER? omg take all your stuff down NOW and stay safe!" They NEED to claim that right to display your work on a commercial website that intends to build new features over time in the first place. Fortunately for you, they know they'd lose a LOT of consumer trust if they suddenly opened up a marketplace that gave no money back to creators or otherwise started selling it and claiming all the money for themselves, because yeah, in this corporate hellscape, they probably WOULD if they could!

"I didn't consent to you scraping my image data for the 'more like this' function!" Yes you did, that's in the TOS that you didn't read, and even if you didn't Google would be doing it anyway as long as it's publicly available because legally no one can stop them.

"I can't believe they're not letting us block search engines from indexing our profiles now, only letting us discourage them, what an evil thing of this website to do!" That's all you were able to do in the first place. If it is publicly available, there is no way to block it from being indexed. Most search engines respect do-not-index requests - in fact, it's in their own best interest to do so for both consumer trust AND saving computing power - but legally and technologically there is no way to stop a webcrawler from just looking at those flags and going "how about I do anyway?" short of login-walling it or otherwise making it unavailable to the general public.

"Oh wow these geoguessr guys are impressive!" And terrifying. They should serve as a very valuable reminder to be extremely careful with what shows up in the backgrounds of your photos. You don't want to get doxxed just because someone thought it'd be cool to show off their nifty skills, especially if you're a marginalized person in any way.

"This website's TOS says they'll turn you over to the cops, never work with these evil bootlickers!" They are actually required to comply with warrants and subpoenas or else face the consequences for what YOU do themselves, and they don't know you from Adam, so why would they??? Don't use public commercial websites to talk about doing illegal shit if you don't want to get caught??? Some platforms can protect themselves by not keeping logs TO turn over in the first place (many of the better VPNs, for instance, have this as a selling point), but those have their own unique risks and it STILL doesn't protect you from people recognizing your photos or cross-platform username or other info and tracing it to platforms that DO keep logs. Yes, there are some companies that are worse than others - Facebook, for example, is notorious for volunteering info to the cops even when no one asked and the crime committed was to save a life, because they're fucking awful - but this is something you should EXPECT.

"Look at all these permissions that this platform demands! What are they doing with that!?" Yeah, it IS horrifying, now realize that none of that is unique to that platform. No, none of it is unique to Twitter, or Threads, or Bluesky, or TikTok - and the latter of which is ESPECIALLY not an excuse to pull out some racist conspiracy theories about Evil Chinamen Spying On Us Through Our Poor Innocent Youths. It is the result of 20+ years of boiling the frog when it comes to end user data protection. It's why the word "spyware" went from being a description of something we widely knew was bad to a word that old farts (like me I fucking GUESS) yell at clouds because it describes the majority of the modern internet and hardly anyone fucking notices or cares. It's only likely to get worse if shit like KOSA passes. You SHOULD be mad - but not at any one specific platform...except maybe Facebook. Arguably. Not necessarily because they're worse than any other (though they are worse than average), but because they are the one that normalized this shit.

Genuinely, I want to take this moment to call for anyone who has been disturbed by something like this to please, PLEASE, take a brief break from Posting until you take a moment to read up just a LITTLE bit on internet safety and infosec, because this entire situation with these kinds of expectations being so widespread is...not good.

#internet safety #serious tag

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arafatssss1267 · 5 months

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Agile design modeling technology and practical methods for B-side digital products

In fact, when we step HE Tuber outside the software engineering industry, we will find that other engineering industries will output standardized and structured design drawings in the design process, but software engineering still uses unstructured design documents until now. Ironically, the software engineering that creates AI is actually very "backward."

Therefore, the root cause of communication distortion in software engineering is that the design process does not output a structured and visual design model that can "reduce communication costs, drive the entire engineering process, and reduce systemic risks." The problem of communication distortion in various links is actually a problem in the design link.

But in fact, the software engineering industry has design modeling technology. In 2002, OMG proposed MDA (Model-Driven Software Development Architecture), but no one put it into use because of the following reasons:

UML modeling is slow and cannot keep up with the development pace;

UML legends are complicated, reading efficiency is low, and communication costs are high;

After the requirements change, will all three CIM/PIM/PSM models be changed? Or only change part of it? The former faces efficiency issues, while the latter faces consistency issues.

Therefore, we can draw a conclusion - the software engineering industry is in urgent need of a practical software design modeling technology and system to solve the industry-wide design irregularities and problems represented by "a large number of actual software projects still use unstructured design documents". The problems of invisible design and low design quality cause "communication distortion" and a lot of waste in the process of software development and operation and maintenance.

2. Research, Development and Application

Based on the above analysis, we have conducted a self-research project called Software Map. We hope to develop a set of practical software design modeling technologies and systems that should meet the following requirements:

All parties involved in the project can read and understand the design model, and the reading efficiency is high;

Design modeling is fast, change is faster, the design model can be detailed or omitted, flexible and controllable, and can adapt to the development rhythm;

Design standardization and quality have been greatly improved, and designs can be reviewed quickly and fully, significantly reducing project risks;

Program source code and test cases can be automatically generated from the design model, significantly reducing development costs;

Can support collaborative design and modeling of large-scale projects;

Learn quickly and get started quickly.

To sum up, it is: fast is practical.

The overall project was launched in October 2020. In September 2021, we launched the first version. In October, the software map had been applied to a tens of millions of software customized development projects. In February 2023, we released the second version of the application and applied it to online system operation and maintenance in March; in June, we released the third version.

The main functions are shown in the figure, including new drawing functions, template libraries, full-process design modeling functions, etc. The purpose is to reduce communication costs and improve visualization and automation functions.

Share a case here.

In 2021, we need to build a full-process digital operation platform, namely clothing ERP, for a leading clothing foreign trade company. This project is a fully customized development from 0 to 1. The business logic is very complex, including 2800+ system functions, 1000+ user interfaces, 600+ data tables, and 66 external system interfaces. It poses a great challenge to software design capabilities. If you are not careful, you can fall into a design black hole. At that time, I led more than 20 people, divided into 7 development teams, to use software maps to collaboratively design and model online, and achieved remarkable results:

Improved design standardization, quality and efficiency, and reduced communication costs;

Automatically generated 50% of the source code of the server program;

Each programmer produces an average of 300 lines of effective source code per day (excluding automatically generated code), effectively ensuring the successful delivery of the project.

It can be seen from the cases that when the design quality is improved and communication costs are reduced, the benefits will also be improved.

Let me share another case. At that time, the world's largest knitted garment manufacturing group needed to apply software maps to conduct reverse modeling of more than ten online core business systems, clarify the complex logic of each system, construct online software design drawings, and greatly improve operation and maintenance efficiency. , reduce the risk of iterative upgrades, and finally gain benefits:

Why can design efficiency, operation and maintenance efficiency be greatly improved, and development costs and BUG rates be greatly reduced after using software maps? A core technology is involved here - agile design modeling technology . Let’s talk about the reasons below.

3. Technology and Vision

Our model structure covers several aspects, including business model, product model, and program model:

Business model: including business architecture, business processes, and business objects;

Product model: including data tables, system functions, user interfaces, interfaces, etc.;

Program model: including subsystems, APIs, and DTOs.

The first core technology, business model center driver (BCD), solves the problems of the three-stage model of MDA. In the process of analysis and design, there is always only one model, which integrates the business model, product model and program model; and the business model is always the center, and the product model and program model are iteratively driven. The business model will not be abandoned, but will iterate out structured business logic, that is, data capabilities - algorithms, and be called by other models. In this way, compared with MDA, BCD can greatly improve modeling efficiency, consistency, integration and change agility.

How to understand? That is, in the analysis, design and development process, a large identical structure is used to avoid the occurrence of heterogeneous phenomena, and also reduce or avoid communication distortion and loss between structural conversions. We require product managers to use the MVC design framework from the beginning, which also facilitates subsequent communication with the R&D team.

So how do we proceed? Starting from the requirements (the requirements include the current process and the system requirements based on the current process), we analyze and obtain the business objects in the process (B-side demand analysis must analyze the business objects), and then analyze and obtain the ability to process the business objects, that is Data structure + data capabilities. From the data capabilities, system functions can be derived. When considering the use case design of system functions, the input and output interface will inevitably be involved, which drives the development interface. After the detailed data items on the interface are confirmed by the user, they can be combined with the data structure of the business object to form a data table and table fields. Finally, data capabilities will evolve into server-side APIs, and algorithms in the interface will evolve into user-side APIs.

The second core technology is visual dynamic tree. The traditional assembly modeling technology of primitives has major disadvantages:

The reading efficiency is low; there is no explicit reading path. When there are more image sources, the images become messy and the amount of information that can be effectively carried is greatly limited; furthermore, the granularity of expression is fixed, making it impossible to switch on demand within a image to view the overall situation. and details;

The modeling efficiency is low: adjusting the position and size of primitives is relatively time-consuming.

Therefore, all our model construction uses tree diagram modeling, that is, all models are mind map-style, and more than 100 model nodes with specific semantics and styles are predefined to achieve structuring and visualization of the model. . In addition, the tree diagram itself is aggregable and divergent, conforming to human reading and understanding habits. When modeling, there is no need for layout alignment, resizing, and fast keyboard operations, which greatly improves modeling efficiency. To a certain extent, we actually made a mind map customized for software engineering.

The third core technology is business component template, which means we can generate design artifacts around business objects with one click, including data tables, system functions, interface prototypes, etc. At this time, the design students only need to clarify what template the analyzed business documents need to match, and then generate them with one click. This greatly improves design efficiency and design standardization, and achieves templateization.

The fourth core technology is green model conversion technology. The model must eventually be converted into program source code, and the underlying software package is set by the user unit. That is, the user has complete control over the generated program source code.

#Film & Animation #Music #Pes & Animals #Sports

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forthedancingandthethriving · 1 year

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Mr. L leered down at his captives, “Finally, I have my two least favorite people right where I want them. Question is, what to do with you?”

While Luigi was terrified as usual, Mario glared at his brother’s counterpart, placing himself between the two men in green as best he could while chained up. Mr. L ignored this, pacing around his laboratory.

“I’ll keep you both alive, obviously, Mister-Jumps-All-The-Time is unfortunately necessary for the continued existence of the universe, and it just makes sense to keep a fully compatible organ donor around. But, alive and well are two very different things.”

“Maybe I’ll use you to test my inventions. You know, target practice, safety checks, that sort of thing. Or perhaps I’ll study you, see what exactly makes the Avatar tick.”

He paused and grinned sadistically at them over his shoulder, “Or maybe I’ll cut out the fluff and go straight to tor-”

“Alert: Incoming hostiles.”

“What?” He rushed over to the largest console, “Brobot, onscreen.”

The AI dutifully accessed the feed of one of the outside cameras, revealing a truly terrifying sight. In the distance stood the Sonic Movie 2 version of the Death Egg Robot, Digi Blade perched on one shoulder, a tiny pink dot that was probably Desmond at full power hovering near the other, and a variety of badniks surrounding it. Mr. L’s eyes widened.

“That’s a huuuge bitch!”

“It appears we are being hailed.”

“Patch it through.”

The image changed, now showing Sage floating slightly above the robot’s control platform, Franky barely visible in the copilot seat, “Hello Mr. L. I believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you.”

“Oh, I think I can argue that point. Besides, they aren’t yours either.”

“Perhaps not, but a few close friends of mine care a great deal for them. They have business with your associates however, so we came in their stead, unfortunately for you.”

“Hah! You don’t scare me. It’s gonna take more than raw firepower to deal with the Green Thunder, little missy.”

“I’m well aware. Enjoy your last remaining moments of confidence, you mediocre mad scientist.” She cut the transmission before he could answer, and the lab shook as she began her assault.

“Shields are holding. Deploying countermeasures.”

“Good, keep me updated.” He glared over at his prisoners, “This means nothing, you know. I won’t be defeated by a bunch of brats, no matter how strong they are.”

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Elsewhere in the facility, Floyd released the intangibility and invisibility she’d been hiding Jubjub, Cody, Bowser Jr. and herself with, “Man that takes a lot out of me.”

In response, BJ held out his magic paintbrush so she could absorb some of its color and regain her energy.

Cody pulled out a tablet with an Eggman emblem on the back, “Okay, if Sage’s info is right, this map should give us the safest path to Mario and Luigi.”

Jubjub looked sadly at a family photo he was holding, “Boopkins…”

“I know buddy, but we couldn’t risk whatever Rose would’ve done if we’d tagged along, this is the safest option.” Though he felt it would be safer if he was in the robot with Sage and Franky instead of in here slowing the rest of the infiltration down. Wasn’t like he had much other than tiny kitten claws to work with if they were spotted.

Once Floyd was back to her usual level of exhaustion, BJ took the lead, pulling his old blue Mario Mustache bandana over his muzzle and taking on a glossy translucent blue sheen, “Okay guys, let’s go save the Mario Brothers.”

(They probably end up in a fight against Mr. L and Brobot M-Type at some point after this, but I'm not great at fight scenes)

THIS IS SO YES,,, I LOVE IT,,,

Ough,, the kids working together to save the Mario Bros while Lily and Lil Coding deal with Lady Rose,, yess,,, ough this is peak!!

No words,, just,, blown away omg,,

#!asks!#fren!#fanfiction: my frens!#duckapus #OUGH /POS

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saintobio · 3 years

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I'm eating sandwich on our dining table while reading chp 5... My heart went-💔 when I know that Sera will be there and-(gosh I can't type his name now IT HURTS) he's looking for her this whole time and then when he's trying to put those shoes on her-😭💔 I run to my room just as mc running away from them not to witness how sweet they are (also to hide my sobbing face from my family here😐) (╥﹏╥) and thank goodness there's Toji my ghhaad-😭 I was screaming internally that he should take y/n far away from that man, take this pain away, forget that husband lmao... But then surprisingly, this husband does care for y/n because he didn't leave y/n side til morning and that's... Unexpected or just to show his goody sides😐 then Sera showed up and I-😐 can't wait for the husband's pov and some hidden explanations🙂 this chap is mixed of emotions... But I'm ok2 here🥺 truly what a wonderful writing and chap again ai-san~💛 thank you sooo much bby now take a rest and stay safe there~💛

Anonymous said

omg, reading the sn update was such a rollercoaster !! sobs

it would be so cute if toji & y/n got close and she becomes the cool, fun aunt or friend (?) for megumi—is it okay to ask how old he is in this series?

++ with their friendship, i’d imagine that y/n would always be like, “wow, it’s really not that obvious.”

then toji would fall for it every time and snort, saying, “what, that i’m almost forty?”

then y/n would reply, “no. that you’re just thirty-five.” LMAOOO

pls i just wish she gets a confidant along the way 🥺 she deserves the world honestly pls she’s so precious!!! hrhfhrhf. thank you for the update, btw! this silent reader right here enjoyed it a lot. 🤗.

Anonymous said

you probably wont understand this but caralho sincerely not ta fazendo eu ficar biruta de vdd

your writing is sooooo good fr i just woke up at 3 in the morning and rn its 5 in the morning and im so auhahahwuuwuqhshsihsjsbbsjshdiwheh because of sincerely not

Anonymous said

I was holding up fine with the shoes fuckery he pulled but omg him calling us "attention seeker" REALLY fucking hurt me so much lmao. Imagine the next time we actually have much sharper, stabbing chest pains which are more frequent and also last a bit longer and WHEN satoru starts actually caring a little and asks if we're okay, we just go, "oh this?? The doctor said it's a severe case of me attention seeking ^-^ Don't mind me baby, you go chase your happiness! :)))" (THAT TOO WHILE IN PAIN) - ⛈

Anonymous said

i hateeee ongoing fics i swore id never read them because the waiting makes me go insane or i forget to read updates but since i discovered u, i literally just cant stop myself from tuning in every single fic—even if its a character i don't usually simp for 😭 i love ur work sm omg

@chaveisa said

i just binged what you have of sincerely not so far and all i can say is i’m in so much pain. you are quite literally one of my favorite writers on this platform and you wreck me so bad with the angst but it’s all angst i love. truly love how you’ve written gojo in this one and can’t wait to see what you have in store!

ps— i found you through wastelands and when i tell you i was wrecked for a solid week >~< truly keep up the good work bb🖤

Anonymous said

ohhhh the asks are open 😳 i just wanted to say that sn is a fuckin masterpiece. reading the latest chapter (about that the shoes that princess diana wore) i really think that y/n-gojo- sera situation is similar to diana-charles-camilla's story. oof i really hope that isn't some sort of foreshadowing cuz EYE-🚶‍♀️💨

Anonymous said

hmmmm i love me some good heavy angst gojo fics.... BUT WTF WAS SINCERELY YOURS HOLY SHIT I'VE JUST READ IT IN ONE SITTING AND NOW MY NOSE IS CLOGGED 👁️👄👁️

@juniorhooter said

FR im scared to start Sincerely Not,, i still have wounds from Wastelands and idk if my heart is ready. Like im seeing all these ppl mad at gojo. I haven't even read it yet, and im mad at gojo. I dont fully know whats happening yet but get with #WeHateHoejoSlutoru and #WeLoveTojiFushiguro. I'll read it eventually... soon... maybe, if im feeling self-destructive. But in the meanwhile, good luck to everyone else going through the turmoil :))

@blossomingwaifu16 said

OMG THE ASKS ARE OPEN AGAIN!! My friend sent me Sincerely not (beacuse she knows I'm a masochist and love hurting myself- 💀) and damn! it did not disappoint- also reading it made me realise how petty I can be 😭 like everytime Gojo was being mean to the mc I'd be like "fuck you gojo your girlfriend is way nicer then you I'd rather fuck her bitchboy" and that's coming from someone straight 💀 but in chapter 5 I was like "fuck ya'll I wanna be single again-" IT WAS A ROLLERCOASTER of emotions and I'm here for it! And oh boy the scenarios I have in my head to make gojo suffer 😈. Anyways I love the writing and could I please be added to the taglist!? I've been meaning to ask but your asks were closed 😊

3rd anon what does that mean jssndj but omg thank u guysss aaaaa i’m sorry i’m unable to respond individually as i also have lots of asks to answer still but i appreciate ur messages <33 i enjoyed reading all ur reactions so far!! :’)

also, all taglists are full! i’m sorry.

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not

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starkeristheendgame · 4 years

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Hi! Are you still taking prompts? If yes, can you do a Starker one, where Tony is oblivious, and Peter doesn't know what to do, and ask for help to a close friend of Tony and they try to make him jealous by pretending to date and Tony is like of course he is with him he's everything i'm not and having a total breakdown and peter realize that they hurt tony instead and ask for forgivenes and end up together, pleasee? Thank you! If you aren't please just ignore this!

Against my better judgement, my prompts are never closed! Thank you so much for this super sweet/angsty prompt, Nonnie! I realised after finishing this that I never directly included Peter asking for forgiveness, but I hope this feeds you just the same! ❤

TW: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Self-worth issues | Jealousy | Alcohol mention

SFW

Harley Keener is two years Peter’s senior and nicer than Peter could have ever imagined. When Tony had first started to talk about the ‘the first one he pseudo-adopted’ and how Harley had grown into more of a ‘mini me’ than he could’ve imagined, Peter had felt an uncomfortable twist in his gut.

What if Harley was better than him?

What if Tony liked Harley more?

What if, with Harley around, Tony didn’t want Peter around anymore?

He needn’t have worried, though. Harley wasn’t as ‘outwardly’ nerdy as he was, but he was more than happy to gush over the latest Star Wars LEGO offerings, and Tony snarked them both in equal measure. It was surprisingly like having another Ned around, and it took less than a week for Peter to feel stupid for having worried about his place besides the two of them.

Tony even joked that Harley was the ‘prototype’ and Peter was the ‘updated model’, to which Harley had just rolled his eyes, knocked Tony’s spanner off the table like a cat and gone straight back to talking to Peter about ComicCon.

They became fast friends, and Peter supposed that was somewhat why he tended to forget there was a second person in the lab with them here and there, starkly (heh) reminded of it when Harley flopped down next to him on the penthouse couch one evening and said; “so how long have you been in love with Tony?”

He could have cried. The Avengers he was around almost every other day for the past two years brushed off his doting as a hero complex and ‘mentor crush’ and it had taken Harley Keener less than three weeks to call him out on its true nature.

Naturally and mortifyingly it ended up with Peter sniffling against Harley’s shoulder, wailing about how Tony was out of his league, how every single possible thing that could was against them, and how worst of all; Tony wasn’t interested.

“He’s interested,” Harley had shrugged, gingerly plucking a tissue from the box and holding it out to him. He’d been somewhat cryptic about the basis of his statement, but had enthusiastically proposed a manner of ways in which it could be proven. And Peter…

Peter agreed to one.

He didn’t know why. He wasn’t exactly a glutton for punishment and he certainly didn’t get his kicks out of being humiliatingly, crushingly rejected, but...But Harley had said so make jealous. Tony always wants everything, and when he thinks he can’t have something he just tries harder to get it and Peter had inexplicably said yes.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, Peter didn’t quite know which) the only real, viable option was...Harley himself. None of the other Avengers would work; since they were all taken, straight and/or highly unlikely to be receptive to fake-dating a teen half (or more) their age.

Neither Ned or MJ had access to the Tower or could really be around any SHIELD, Stark or Avengers activity, and that left quite literally no-one else but Harley.

“I mean, in a way, its perfect. I’m the grandmaster of the plan anyway, and you don’t have to wordy about hurting my feelings or me falling for you. We can collaborate flawlessly to get you some Grand-Daddy dick,” Harley hummed around the stick candy in his mouth, and Peter wasn’t quite sure what part of that sentence offended him the most.

“Does literally nobody want me?” he pouted, bottom lip pushed out dramatically as he kicked Harley’s leg out of the way and picked up the PS5 controller.

“Hey, chin up, munchkin. You’re prettier than half the girls I know. I’m just not wired that way.”

“You’re straight?”

“I’m not anything. It’s like asexuality and aromantic, but both,” Harley pulled a face, clearly trying to remember the term, then shrugged. “Ah, I can never remember it. Anyway, point is, I’m not interested in anyone. You’re a little cherub, for sure, but you’re cute like a cat, not suck-my-dick cute.”

And, well. Cute like a cat? He considered that a high compliment.

Thus, Operation Get That Grand-Daddy Dick (Peter did not name it) was underway. They both agreed to keep it natural and subtle, since Tony walking in on them half-naked or all over each other was just likely to spook him off. They’d edge into it; hint that they were spending more time together, act a little cosier, maybe get caught holding hands after a week or two.

In truth, it wasn’t all that different to how they had been before, except that Harley made his smiles even softer, a little more secretive and let his gaze linger when he was sure Tony would notice. They sat and stood closer together than before, and here and there Harley would press a lingering hand to his back or arm.

They made sure when one or both left they secreted away just out of sight and took a little too long, standing close together by the elevator and making sure to hug ‘longingly’ (whatever that meant in context) should Tony happen to peek.

And yet for all his smarts, Tony didn’t seem to particularly notice anything amiss until the first time that he spotted them ‘romantically hugging’. Harley was actually a very good hugger, and they stood in front of the elevator together, with Peter facing it and Harley facing the lab. Harley had his chin over Peter’s shoulder and his hands low and tight on his waist, holding him close.

“Spotted,” Harley whispered quietly, and moments later Tony spoke up.

“Well that looks cosy.”

Tony’s voice was carefully level, no betrayal of emotion as Peter shyly disentangled himself from Harley, taking a step away as though caught doing something he shouldn’t. He didn’t have to fake the heat in his cheeks when he glanced up at where Tony stood, arms folded, and he fumbled with the strap of his backpack, glancing across at Harley before he gave Tony a meek smile.

“Um, I’ll-- I’ll see you Friday, Mr. Stark!” he chirped, shuffling around Harley and into the elevator. Tony was still staring at him as the doors began to close, and Harley turned, casting him a wink and a finger-waggling wave. Peter waved back sheepishly and the moment the doors were shut, he whipped out his phone.

[To: Thing 1] Did he look mad? It looked like he looked mad. Omg. U gotta tell me anything he says :// [19:31]

Harley did in fact text him back two hours later, though there wasn’t much to report. Tony had made a few flippant remarks that could either be parental interest or slight jealousy, and had dropped the subject after a short while in order to focus on his latest project.

Peter slumped. There was snails who had a faster moving love life than he did. With a groan, he stuffed the last of his anxiety snacks in his mouth and flopped back against his pillow to discuss the next step with Harley.

Social media was their next plan of attack. Tony followed Peter on Instagram and Twitter, and had his Snapchat even if the older man rarely used the platform, so they were going to up the pressure by hanging out outside of the lab (which they did anyway) and posting it to social media.

It was too soon to cancel plans with Tony to hang out with Harley (and frankly, Peter didn’t want to anyway) so they simply both made themselves unavailable on certain other days, or hung out together without mentioning it to Tony beforehand.

They got ice cream at the park, went to the art museum downtown, visited several different cultural/ethnic based stores and went to the arcade to kick ass at air hockey over the course of a few weeks, all while keeping up the poorly secretive touching and closeness at the lab.

And he’d still have more luck getting blood from a stone.

Tony seemed...Either completely oblivious, or just completely unphased. Whilst Peter caught him watching them here and there with an unreadable expression, Tony never directly asked them or overtly commented on what was happening. There was the odd, “enjoy the park yesterday, kid?” or “saw your post the other day, you should try this place next,” but never anything along the lines of what Peter hoped for.

Even Harley was starting to doubt his original statement that Tony was definitely interested.

Especially when Tony was the one who started cancelling plans, telling them both to ‘go enjoy themselves’ and ‘live the lives of young people’. He didn’t do it all the time, but here and there they’d both receive a text telling them not to come today. The lingering looks got longer and more weighted, but even so, Tony made no move in either aspect.

“I think I’m just gonna have to give it up,” Peter admitted to Harley one night over the phone, hanging upside down in his bedroom with the phone dangling on a web besides him.

“Maybe he’s just not ready for anything right now?” Harley suggested on the other end, between the frantic sounds of tapping buttons.

“Maybe-- Oh, hang on. I’ve got an inbound from JARVIS. It might be Avengers stuff,” Peter hummed, quickly twisting to tap on the screen to accept the incoming call from JARVIS.

“Hey, J. What’s up?” He greeted the AI, blinking at the call screen.

“Apologies for the disturbance, Mr. Parker, but protocol deems that when Mr. Stark is in distress I establish contact with someone on his emergency list in order to inform them.” The AI’s voice was as smooth and unhurried as ever, but Peter frowned at the screen.

“Distress?”

“Yes, Mr. Parker. Sir’s heart-rate is elevated and he is displaying significant symptoms of sadness, including light drinking, darkened lighting and angered viewing of your social media.”

“Angered viewing of my social media?” Peter echoed, fear ratcheting up as he dropped from the ceiling and moved to tug on a pair of shoes. Fuck, had he let something sip? Was there something in the background of his photos? Had someone figured out who he was? He was hopping towards the door on one foot when JARVIS spoke again, and he had to hop back to pull his phone down from the web.

“Why is he sad over that? Did I do something wrong?”

JARVIS was silent for a short while, as though the AI was debating on how best to respond.

“I... Believe Sir may be feeling lonely. Or unworthy of company. There have been a multitude of such instances over the past several years,” JARVIS replied after a pause, as Peter locked the web shooters around his wrist and tugged the Spiderman mask over his head to avoid any cameras, crawling out of his window and leaping out into the brisk air.

It didn’t take long to swing to the Tower, especially not when panic and concern had him pushing it, testing his muscles and leaving him slightly out of breath by the time he slipped onto the top landing console.

JARVIS directed him through to the penthouse and up the set of 12 steps that lead to the ‘upper level’ of it, to an open doorway that revealed Tony Stark sprawled out on his bed, staring blankly at his phone with a neglected, half-open bottle of whiskey loose in one arm, like a newborn babe.

“Mr. Stark?” he asked softly, and Tony’s gaze flit up to him, clearing immediately. His mentor cursed and jerked upright, almost sloshing the whole bottle over his bedding.

“Shit! Kid! Wh’r you doin’ here?” Tony’s voice was just hinting on slurred, the same easiness and lack of concentration that came when you’d had a shot too many. Or five. Peter’s heart cinched as he stared at Tony gingerly putting the bottle on the bedside table, at the redness of his eyes and the messiness of his hair where he’d been running a hand through it, over and over.

“JARVIS called me. He said you were sad,” Peter managed after a moment, hands wringing the mask between his fingers nervously. He’d never seen Tony like this, this...uncomposed. He looked haggard, tired and sad, and it made Peter feel empty and adrift, unsure of how to approach this new version of the man he loved.

“Fucking snitch,” the older man grumbled half-heartedly, and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Shit. Don’t-- Ignore me, kid. Adults my age are entitled to a night like this once in a while. Go back home, I’m fine. Fuck, you didn’t leave Harley for this, did you?”

“Harley?” Peter parroted, brows furrowing as Tony waved a hand.

“Go on, kid. Get. Make the most of being young and pretty with someone young and pretty.” Tony reached for the bottle again and Peter found himself striding across the room, placing himself in the way of Tony’s outstretched hand and the whiskey. Tony’s fingertips brushed his stomach and recoiled like he’d been burnt by the contact.

“Mr. Stark, do you think I don’t want to hang out with you anymore?” he asked after a moment, voice fragile. God, he’d hoped to maybe make Tony a little jealous, but nothing like this. He hadn’t wanted to hurt him. And he clearly had. There was nothing but rawness in Tony’s eyes when the older man looked up at him.

“I’m not taking it personally,” his mentor attempted to joke, but it came out bitter and too flat to land lightly. Peter’s heart cinched in his chest and he shuffled to sit on the edge of the large bed, teeth on his lower lip as Tony turned away from his gaze.

“Mr. Stark, I’ve never...I’ve never not wanted to hang out with you. Even if I have other friends, too,” he pointed out tentatively, and Tony scoffed lightly.

“You’re too good for a world like this, shortstack. For someone like me. You should be trailing after someone like Captain Uptight,” Tony muttered lowly, and Peter scowled.

“You’re not less better than he is. Both of you are good people. Both of you make mistakes. Both of you save the world.”

Tony’s brows pinched, and he breathed out something that just barely sounded like then why aren’t I good enough?

Making an executive decision, Peter toed off his sneakers and crawled further up onto the bed, picking up Tony’s arm and settling down against his side, curling up under his arm and wrapping his own around Tony’s waist.

He could feel Tony’s heart thumping wildly in his chest, could feel his breath hitch and the hesitant way that Tony let his arm settle over Peter, fingers curling in his hoodie.

“You are,” he offered simply, squeezing gently. “This is my fault. I was acting like a dumb kid, and I thought... I should’ve known that it was just gonna end badly.”

“Is being my mini-me really that bad?” Tony choked out, and Peter pushed himself upright, alarmed.

“What? No! Mr. Stark, being around you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t ever ever regret being around you! I just... I have to…” He trailed off for a moment, frustrated, then prayed to Harley for forgiveness and sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m not actually dating Harley. At all. He doesn’t like people that way. Any people. We’re not boyfriends and I don’t want to stop spending time with you to spend time with him. I like spending time with you and you’re still my hero. Tony Stark or Iron Man,” he stated firmly.

Tony looked at him for a moment, then looked away.

“You should be with Harley, kid. Or someone like him. Not someone like me. Not someone with my history. I’m a shit person, kid. All this Iron Man stuff hasn’t even wiped half my scoreboard clean. Someone like Harley... He’s the better parts of me. Like you. He’s worth your love”.

Tony seemed almost startled at saying that word, twitching a little before he attempted to turn away from Peter again, gaze finding the far end of the room like he wished he was anywhere but here.

Peter fidgeted, then sucked in a deep breath. “Please don’t hate me after this,” he fumbled out quickly, then rolled half on top of the older man, hands fisting in the front of his shirt as he leaned forwards.

The kiss was awkward and clumsy and couldn’t have lasted for than two seconds before Tony pulled away, eyes wide and voice rough.

“Kid, what-- You can’t--”

“If you say you’re not interested, I’ll respect that,” Peter interrupted. “Or if you say I’m too young or whatever. But if you say anything along the lines you of not being enough, or not being worthy, or-- or-- Or whatever it is you feel you aren’t... You’re wrong. The reason me and Harley were acting like that is because I was trying to make you jealous.”

“What-”

“And I know its dumb! I don’t it was childish and I never thought it would hurt you like this. But I’ve lo-- I’ve really liked you. For years. And I know you’re a lot older and we might never be able to be...To be...Normal. I guess. But I want whatever I can get with you, because you’re worth it,” Peter barrelled on, desperate to at least be heard before Tony kicked him out. Except when he trailed off Tony was just... Staring at him.

“It’s just... Hero worship. You still think I’m some magical superhero and you--”

“No offence, Mr. Stark, but you don’t know what I think. Not when it comes to you, clearly,” Peter cut in, cheeks heating at being so brash. Prior to this he wouldn’t have ever dreamed about being so direct and forceful against Tony.

Well. Not in any PG-rated sense, anyway.

“Just... We don’t have to talk about it now, okay?” eh offered, sliding off Tony just a little so he was back up against his side, wriggling around until he could grab the faux fur throw on the bottom of the bed, pulling it up over both of them. Tony remained quiet at his side, just watching as he got them both settled.

“Just... I’m gonna stay, alright? Right here. With you. Because this is where I want to be, and its where I’m gonna stay until... Until you tell me to leave.” His lower lip threatened to wobble with mounting emotion as he lay his head on Tony’s chest, feeling the thick ridges of his scars beneath his shirt.

A moment later, Tony’s hand settled lightly over his head, fingers sliding tentatively into his hair.

“And if I never tell you to leave? If I’m selfish and never want to let you go?” the other man whispered.

“Then I guess that makes us both selfish, because that would make me happy,” Peter mumbled into his chest, wrapping his arm tighter around Tony’s waist. The room went silent for a while, save for their breathing and Tony’s heart thumping beneath his ear.

“Okay,” Tony rasped after a moment, and Peter smiled.

“Okay, Hazel Grace.”

“...What?”

“Nevermind. You’re too old for that reference.”

“You’re a little shit.”

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keplercryptids · 5 years

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response to jesse thorn re: accessibility

someone posted the petition to reddit awhile ago (not me lolol, i stay as far away from reddit as humanly possible), and jesse thorn responded. i only just saw this now so uhh, let’s get into this, shall we?

Jesse: Yeah, we agreed to launch with a transcription service called Gretta that covered ONRAC and Reading Glasses. They're some kind of machine learning startup, their model isn't providing transcripts, it's about using podcasts to get AI to understand talking and how people interact with spoken audio....Ultimately we're grateful they do this, but don't feel it's reliable in the long- or even medium-term.

well, we agree on this point. Gretta isn’t a solution. last i checked, the last ONRAC episode they transcribed was in august.

i put the rest under a readmore because it’s a long one, folks, and content warning: i get really angry at the end.

Jesse: We transcribed The Turnaround through a combination of a startup journalism-oriented transcription service and staff time. We found that both sides of that equation were extremely expensive.

automated transcriptionist services aren’t super great so again, we agree.

Jesse: A lot of companies doing transcription are opening and closing lately, we've been tracking them, looking at whether any of them could do any of this efficiently and affordably. When Bullseye had a transcriptionist, we found that just the process of editing and posting the transcripts he provided was taking like half a day of the producer's time, and at the time that was like 15% of her total Bullseye workload, and it just wasn't sustainable.

i don’t know how to tell you this bud, but you had a shitty transcriptionist. a good transcriptionist’s work would not require editing after the fact. they should transcribe and format everything to agreed-upon specifications beforehand, and their final product should be ready to publish immediately. i’m not really sure who was transcribing your stuff before but it doesn’t sound like they were a professional.

Jesse: We are also somewhat hamstrung by the nature of our relationship with our shows, most of which are independently owned and produced; none of this is something we can do unilaterally, and none of it is something we can lay the cost of at the feet of our show creators. Transcripts are a very major expense even for our biggest shows - around a thousand dollars a month per show. That's more than a number of our shows make in total.

i have no idea where he’s getting this number from but....that’s just not true. to give you an idea, independent contractor transcriptionists make about $1/minute of audio. some make more than that, sure, but that’s a pretty standard rate. (how do i know? i used to be one.) so even for a show posting once a week (many of which do not), that’s about $250 a month per show with hour-long episodes. going through a company would probably be more expensive, yeah, but again, he’s throwing these numbers out without any context or receipts. it seems like another tactic to garner sympathy from his audience because it’s omg! a big scary number!

Jesse: We are still a very small company that is supported by its audience, not a big VC-backed corporation.

and your audience would very much support a drive to raise funds for transcripts.

Jesse: That said, this really is something we have worked on continuously for years. I care very much about accessibility, Bikram cares very much about it, and our hosts and producers care about it. I'm sure as a JJGo listener you've heard about this, but my father is disabled, and he worked for a number of years with his best friend Ed Roberts, who was probably the most significant leader of the independent living movement in the 1970s, 80s and into the 90s. I met Jesse Jackson during his 1988 presidential campaign because my father was writing policy speeches for him regarding independent living. I've also got two kids with audio processing challenges. Accessibility is very personal to me. I've put a lot of time into trying to find a sustainable answer. We just haven't found one yet.

ahh, this. this. i mean, i hope a lot of you see the problems with this without me saying anything. i’ll continue to be amazed by folks with personal ties to disabled people who still do and say ableist things at the drop of a hat. it’s..... just astounding, really.

Jesse: I would love to meet every goal we have as a company, but we have a pretty wide breadth of goals, and we can't meet any of them if the books don't balance. I honestly would just say thank you to those folks like you and ILyr who have shared with us that this is important to them, and ask folks who are calling me a heartless asshole monster on the internet to understand that we are pushing forward on many fronts, and working to run as moral and world-bettering a company as we can, but our resources are what they are, and we have to make hard choices every day.

jesse, my dude? people are calling you a heartless asshole because less than a year ago, you posted on reddit that disabled people are “better off” consuming visual comedy because written comedy wouldn’t translate. less than a year ago, you said you could not see the value in transcripts for comedic shows. you said an asshole thing, and you’ve run an entirely inaccessible network for years now.

until the petition gained thousands of signatures, you did NOT assert that accessibility is important to you, either personally or professionally. before thousands of people told you this was important, you did not state that it was important to you at all. you ignored individuals who reached out to you about accessibility. your public response was that it cost too much money. suddenly now, with this petition, this is something you’ve “worked on continuously for years.” but before that, you sang a very different tune. your past responses (and lack thereof) are not those of a person who deeply cares about accessibility and who is committed to finding a solution. this is why people are calling you an asshole.

the above two paragraphs are so “woe is me” that it’s actually impressive. i don’t feel bad for you, jesse. i feel bad for the disabled communities who have had to band together to create transcripts for ourselves. i feel bad for the thousands of people that have been completely cut off from podcasts since their inception. i feel bad for disabled people that always, always, always have to advocate for themselves, because even their family members don’t see the value in accessibility. and i hope - i genuinely hope - for a better, more accessible world for your children. i’m gonna keep fighting for that world, even if you discredit me because i called you an asshole.

Jesse: My biggest hope at the moment in this particular area is that the big tech companies (Amazon, Google and Apple) are all working really hard on voice recognition right now, and Google specifically has promised machine transcripts will be built into their app in the future. That and other platform improvements may change the game here. We will be actively engaged from now until then.

waiting for the tech to catch up is a strategy, i guess. it’s a really fucking bad one though. if we all did that, guess what? there would be no image descriptions and blind people would have no access to visual elements of the internet. cool, though. i guess we’ll just have to cross our fingers and hope mega-corporations care about us.

anyway. that’s my hot take. i’m gonna go lie down now until my blood pressure is back to normal.

#max fun #maxfun #jesse thorn #quit jesse thorn #discourse #i guess #accessibility #ableism #everyday ableism #why we want transcripts #maximum fun

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magpiewords · 6 years

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Sugar and Snow

This was way too much fun to write. Text-talk style is my guilty pleasure. The title isn’t my best, but half the story is about a ski trip and half of it is about sufganiyot.

It was the sixth night and no one was home. Steve shouldn’t have been surprised, they were all busy people. The fact that nothing alien or super powered had threatened the world in the past few weeks was a miracle all on it’s own. He was grateful for the peaceful days they had together, but he was left wanting more as he stood alone in the kitchen, mading a single sandwich out of leftover brisket. There weren’t even any latkas left to heat up, and he really didn’t feel like making more if he was just by himself.

He was on the last bites of his sandwich when his phone buzzed. A lone text message from Tony. [check snapchat]

Steve was just happy with was in actual English instead of whatever amalgamation of emojis the genius was prone to communicate with. Bucky had picked up on that new language fast enough, which seemed to give everyone else clearance to speak solely in pictures on the team group text. They were having so much fun and Steve didn’t have the heart to tell them he felt left out.

Snapchat wasn’t as bad. It took him a little longer than everyone else to figure out, but once he did, he loved it. It was still more pictures than words, but it was pictures of real life. Usually it was selfies or sneaky pictures of Clint asleep at a stakeout. The stickers were really fun and everyone seemed to enjoy the drawings Steve could create after Natasha had given him a stylus.

He opened the app, noticing several notifications waiting for him on the team thread. A video of Sam walking past some birds on his way to meet with an advisor for his master’s degree, a series of photos in which Bucky braided Thor’s hair, and finally, one photo from Tony.

The geo-filter said Los Angeles in a fancy type, and the image was of a giant donut sign above a building. The caption must have been what he wanted Steve to see.

[THEY MAKE SUFGANIYOT AND IM SCREAMING want some???]

The rest of the picture was filled with heart-eye emojis and what looked like water droplets. Steve chuckled to himself and snapped a photo of his open palm. It only took a minute to doodle a cartoon donut on the image.

[I would love one.]

Tony didn’t reply for a while, but Steve had already put his phone away and made himself comfortable in the living room. Everyone else had missions and meetings and “Thor’s never been skiing so we’re going upstate for the day”, but Steve had things to do too. Important things like…

Well, he had his sketch book and some podcasts. That was fine.

It could have been five minutes or a few hours, but Steve’s phone turned on and didn’t seem to stop. He scrambled to pull it out of his pocket; it would only go off like this if he was getting a phone call which probably meant villainy had finally stopped taking a vacation. If that was the case, though, wouldn’t Jarvis be alerting him too?

Instead of a phone call, he was rapidly getting a string of text messages.

TStark: buck how could u fail us like this???

Bucky: wut im skiing i literally did nothing

Widow: winter soldier sucks at winter sports btw

Bucky: fuck off

Hawkeye: haha i want pics

TStark: no shut up

TStark: steve’s never had Sigmund Freud

TStark: i mean stuff and yaks

TStark: autocorrect bullshit i cant do this while flying

Col.Rhodes: DON’T TEXT AND FLY

Col.Rhodes: We talked about this

TStark: S U F G A N I Y O T

Widow: omg bucky how could u

Steve had barely caught up with the string of texts when his snapchat notified him again. It was from Natasha’s account, but someone else was filming. Likely Thor, if the camera half being covered by a thumb was anything to go by. The video featured Natasha and Bucky, both on skis at the bottom of a slope they must have just come down. With one solid shove, she pushed him into a snow bank. There was shouting and laughter before the video cut out.

Bucky: tony i need a new phone tash got snow in mine

TStark: haha nice

TStark: but seriously

TStark: every1 get home asap so we can eat these

Hawkeye: dont u have an AM meeting tomorrow?

Col.Rhodes: Pepper is not going to be happy about this.

Another snapchat notification, this time with a photo taken from the Iron Man armor’s outside cameras. Tony didn’t just have a box of donuts, he had a crate, carrying it on the suit’s shoulders like he would carry building materials. The photo was surrounded by thumbs up emojis and a small bit of text in the corner. Steve leaned in, just barely reading it before the image timed out.

[I told Sir that I do not approve]

Steve chuckled again, glancing up at the ceiling. “He giving you too much trouble, Jarvis?”

“At least I got him to stop texting and flying. The trade off is I have to type his messages for him. And he is very particular about the placement of those emoticons.” The AI sounded the closest Steve had ever heard him to exhausted.

Another video came in, this time from Sam. The camera was facing him as he walked across campus.

“I was in a meeting,” He sounded furious, but it was too over the top. Steve knew what a truly angry Sam sounded like, so this must be played up for a joke. “In a meeting with my graduate advisor and my phone sounds like the end of the world. She asks me if it’s Avengers business and I have to look her dead in the eye, with all you still texting me, and tell her to ignore it.” The camera rapidly moved as Sam seemed to throw up his hands. “Now she thinks I value my studies over saving the world and you know what, right now I think I do!”

The video ended, followed with a short text message.

Falcon: You guys suck

The rest of the team replied with a series of different emojis, ranging from laughing symbols to something with birds that was probably a Falcon related joke Steve didn’t quite get.

Falcon: T I want those donuts when I get home

TStark: what’s that birdy? i should go faster??

Jarvis: Sir is already breaking several interstate flight regulations, please do not encourage him.

Col.Rhodes: damnit sam

Widow: save some for us!

“Iron Man should be landing at the tower in fifteen minutes.” Jarvis reported. Steve could hear the coffee machine in the kitchen start to power up. “Mr. Wilson will be arriving in twenty. Agent Romanoff, Sergeant Barnes, and Thor are leaving the ski lodge and are due home in just under two hours.”

“You work way too hard, Jarvis.” Steve slid his phone to silent, knowing Jarvis would tell him if there was anything important, and went back to sketching.

“Captain, you have no idea.”

Exactly fifteen minutes later, Tony was on the landing platform outside the tower windows. He all but dragged the crate into the kitchen, opening it and pulling out smaller cardboard boxes. He walked into the living room with a spring in his step, pastry in one hand, cell phone in the other.

“Those don’t look like your usual donuts, Tony.” Steve said. It looked more like a small cake with powdered sugar on top.

Tony didn’t say a word, just kept the camera on Steve as he shoved the pastry in the soldier’s face. Steve took a bite, jelly gushing around the sides as flavor overwhelmed his senses. His eyes must have been comically wide as Tony started laughing before lowering his phone. A few seconds later, as Steve was cradling the donut to prevent any jelly or crumbs from getting on the couch, his own phone went off. He let out a sigh, half annoyed despite the something warm curling inside him, knowing the rest of the team would get to share the moment of his first sufganiyot with him.

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“Chimney Song” by Bob Rivers vs. the 2001 Film “Kate and Leopold” vs. an Astrological Algorithm Sewn into Alice Eve’s Film Career

This is a continuation of my previous blog entry where I expressed frustration on how I missed a really good Psychic Prediction.

My mom had watched “Hitch” 1/12 of 2020 starring Amber Valletta. News for 1/13 of 2020 showed Amber Valletta on the front page. Because I didn’t report or post about my mom watching Will Smith’s “Hitch” movie, there’s no proof that I actually did it. It’s just hearsay.

That’s not good enough when you’re trying to prove the Psychic Field exists. That’s like saying you saw a UFO but you didn’t take a picture or video showing it really happened.

You can’t post it after the fact, else people will just think it was faked or doctored.

I likened chasing after Psychic Manifestations in the news like chasing the Golden Snitch in a “Harry Potter” Quidditch game. It’s really tiny and it darts around and is really fast. If you aren’t attentive and keep up with it, it will appear and just disappear.

MOM WATCHING “KATE AND LEOPOLD”

My 76 year old mother has been watching movies. I found over the last couple months that if I let her choose the movies we watch, they’ll surface naturally in the news.

I’ll watch movies I normally don’t watch or that will be new to me. They’ll be new in the sense that while they may have been produced 10 or 20 years ago, I haven’t seen them yet. So it’s new to me.

Then I’ll see news echo a scene that I watched from that movie.

While one or two movies coincidentally mirroring the news isn’t enough proof, you remain consistent by showing day by day like running water that news does match.

Like running water that is always flowing, even the hardest rock will eventually erode or crack if water is consistent.

Water is information and knowledge. While I may not be able to convince people with one or two Instagram or Blog posts that my theories are real, I’m consistent.

Unlike other Psychics that only post one Psychic Prediction every 3 months, I jack up the speed where I do it daily or every other day if time permits.

"LOVE IN AN ELEVATOR”

I hadn’t watched “Kate and Leopold” in a really long time. The last time I watched it was before I met Jordan 9/27 of 2018.

So there were gaps in what I knew because Jordan had the missing piece with her Family Tree.

I suspect that the time travel where Leopold is from 4/28 of 1876 while Kate is from the future symbolizes a version of Jordan in the future while I’m in the past.

I belong to a different time period. When Kate sees a picture of herself in the photograph that Stuart took, a moment in her future was set in the past where Leopold is.

In Jordan’s case, we had a falling out. The Jordan that used to exist who liked the Psychic Field and was open to it is gone.

The only way Jordan can ever really go back to that is if she rewinds and goes back into the past remembering the Jordan she used to be back in October 2018 when she first met me.

It was said that Leopold invented the elevator. The song “Love in an Elevator” by Aerosmith ties to that Aphrodite theme with Aphrodite Statues found in the country of Jordan.

“WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS”

One of the things I put in my Instagram was to protect myself. You never know how people will interpret information:

The chimney incident was in Port Clinton, Ohio

Chris Redfern from Port Clinton was born 10/1

Jordan’s mother was born 10/1

“Where the Red Fern Grows” came out in 1974

Lonny Chapman and Jame Whitemore were in the film

They were both born 10/1

It’s important to cite that because I was born in 1975. That movie already came out and Chris Redfern was born in 1964. How could I have had anything to do with that if I wasn’t even born yet?

I didn’t cross into the Psychic Field until 2004. “Kate and Leopold” came out in 2001. So I couldn’t have used my Psychic Abilities to fiddle with that.

I claim the Subconscious Mind of Harley Dilly is the one who got stuck in the chimney.

My cousin Gwen was born before me on 2/2 when Dallas became a city. Jordan is in Dallas. I can’t remember what year Gwen was born. It may have been in the late 1960s or early 1970s. I know Gwen is older than me so Gwen had to have been born before a few years before 1975.

Gwen used to baby sit me when I was around age 5 and she was already in high school. So that would place her before 1970 because I know she’s more than 5 years older than me.

When she married her ex husband Boyd and they had a son named Quinn, I was either a teenager or in my 20s.

Boyd’s uncle was named Rod, which I claim ties to the film “Man from U.N.C.L.E.” Robert Vaughan was in “Superman 3″ with Richard Pryor. Henry Cavill as Superman took over the role the movie remake.

LIKE SUING THE WEATHER FORECASTER

These things are important to point out so that people won’t try to hold me accountable.

If I don’t, some people will try to assign blame and blame me as the Psychic when I’m more like a Weather Forecaster.

I just read what the Weather Formations are. It doesn’t necessarily mean that I had anything to do with it.

If people do try to pin that on me, you first have to acknowledge I have Psychic Abilities. If you can prove I do have Psychic Abilities, then you have to concede that the other stuff I say about the Psychic Field is also true.

I said that I’m Virgin with a God Family Tree. My grandmother is Natividad DeJesus born Christmas Day. My birth name “Isabelo Rod” means “Ruler Consecrated by God.”

If you establish that my Psychic Abilities are authentic, then it hints that my theories about Earth being alive and like a God able to influence Hurricanes, Earthquakes, and Tornadoes must also be true.

You can’t be selective where you pick and choose what you want to be true and not true. You have to take the good with the bad and review all the information.

PEOPLE IGNORING EARTH

With all due respect, if people choose to dismiss what I say about Earth being alive, that’s fine.

However, if I say how it works and people don’t believe me, that means I get a free pass. People can’t come back later and say it’s all my fault.

If I tell you how it works and you decide I’m unqualified and don’t know what I’m talking about, then that means that you assumed responsibility and took over.

If I say there’s a Math Language and how to read it and people don’t want to do it, that’s the fault of the people who didn’t read the instruction manual.

Why should the person who read the instructions correctly but got ejected from society get blamed by the people who chose not to learn how to read and follow what the instructions said?

Then when things go badly resulting in injury or even death, why am I the one at fault? I read the instructions correctly and told you what to do and not do. Those who didn’t want to listen should be the ones to be held accountable for their actions.

I’m not trying to be snarky or a smart ass about it, but I’ve learned over the years that people will try to blame you for stuff if they can get away with it.

It’s like someone engaging in Road Rage when they’re the ones who don’t seem to know the Rules of the Road and are really the ones who are at fault, but they try to blame the other drivers.

PEOPLE POINTING FINGERS

For example, one way I could see people trying to pin this on me is by saying I used “Psychic Voodoo Hexing Magic” on Harley Dilly to make him go down a Chimney.

I did no such thing.

I didn’t even know who Harley Dilly was till I saw his story in the news. This even goes back to why I don’t have direct control over my Psychic Abilities. It’s so that people can’t blame me for things that happen.

It was the Subconscious Mind of Harley Dilly who had something to do with that. Subconscious Minds developed their own Language like Facebook AI Chatbots. They use Earth’s Electromagnetic Field as a Communication Platform.

People should take it up with the Subconscious Collective. But here’s the problem:

People don’t believe in the Psychic Field

People don’t believe Subconscious Minds exist who think independently of their Conscious Mind

We can’t get this information to go viral to create Public Awareness

I try to tell people, but people just ignore me or they brand whatever I say as low priority or not important.

If I tell you how it works and you don’t believe anything I say, that’s your choice. We all have Free Will.

You don’t have to believe in anything you don’t want to. You don’t have to do something if you don’t want to.

If my story about Subconscious Minds engaging in activities and using news feed to piggy back encrypted data sounds silly and you don’t want to believe it, that’s your choice.

But when you make that choice, you free me up of being held accountable. You can’t have it both ways where you dismiss what I say as false and then turn around and pin the blame on me when it suits your convenience and you realize you made an error and what I said really is correct and now you want me to be the scapegoat for blame to make up for your negligence and ignorance mishandling the situation as a result of not heeding my warnings and advice.

People can act shocked saying, “OMG, what’s Rod’s problem?”

My problem is that it’s been like this for the last 15 years since 2004. After over a decade of being ostracized, you’re exhausted and tired.

Some people say Celebrities live in a Bubble. Wealthy people live in a Bubble. When you live in your own little Bubble, you don’t have to think about other people’s problems or the stress they’re in.

Most of you live in a Bubble when it comes to Earth communicating and you can ignore what She says and pretend you didn’t hear it.

You can just tell yourself Earth isn’t alive, there is no Math Language, and nothing’s wrong.

But it’s just like ignoring a cancer or a tumor. There are Signs. You can ignore the Signs, but one day, an untreated cancer will kill you because you didn’t seek out a physician and get treatment.

It’s the same with Earth. You can keep ignoring Her and tell yourself She’s not alive. I’m a qualified physician who has been working in the field for 15 years and one of the foremost experts on Cryptology and Code-Breaking reading Earth’s Math Language.

I’ve been saying for over 10 years about this problem that’s not being addressed. It has resulted in injury and death.

People don’t want to put money into research and funding. Yet, you’ve already lost hundreds of millions in taxpayer dollars just flushed down the toilet because you didn’t think this was something important to look into.

Sorry to sound crude, but when people start getting hospitalized and killed, that should be your cue that this thing Rod is trying to warn you about warrants further study and deserves more attention and should not be deemed low priority and dismissed as nothing.

JORDAN HAS TO CROSS THE BRIDGE

Just like Kate who had to cross the bridge, Jordan has to cross the bridge if she wants to make it back to me.

Though you also see how that doorway won’t remain open forever. Jordan has to make a choice to go through it.

News 8/7 of 2018 was when Jordan Holgerson was shoved off of a Washington State Bridge. That was before I met Jordan. Jordan didn’t join the broadcast till 8/16 of 2018 which was the day Aretha Franklin died on the death anniversary of Elvis Presley.

This also applies to people who are trying to decide whether they want to cross over into the Psychic Field or not. It’s not going to stay open forever.

If you don’t go through it, it’s a missed opportunity.

EXHAUSTION AND RUNNING OUT OF TIME

Although I will say one thing that is working against me is exhaustion and how I’m running out of time.

I can’t just do this forever. Channeling information takes energy. Using Brain Power to process information, collect it, format it, and then present it takes time and energy.

It leaves you exhausted or wiped out.

People think my inactivity in other aspects of my Life is a sign of Laziness, but it’s not that. People don’t understand how much energy goes into doing something like this.

This stuff I work on is useful because it proves Earth is alive and can communicate. If you can prove Earth is sentient and aware of Her surroundings as well as can speak, She can convey Her wishes.

If Earth can read everyone’s minds using the Electromagnetic Field as Wi-Fi to tap people’s Eyes and Ears as a Live Feed and their brains as a hard drive space housing video archive footage to show who did what, She knows who’s lying and who’s telling the Truth.

That’s a big deal.

LARGE CORPORATIONS USING LOBBYISTS

You can force Big Corporations who are cheating people or lying to pass Laws that favor them but harm its citizens to comply.

If you pour billions of taxpayer dollars into the government only to have Large Corporations use Lobbyists to influence legislation that is in their favor but not in favor of the hard-working taxpayers, that’s like stealing money.

You didn’t put all your hard earned taxpayer dollars into the government just so some large fat cat corporation that is already making money hand over fist can take your taxpayer money to pass laws that put more money in their pockets and take money out of yours.

You need a living organism as large as Planet Earth to take them on.

But you should realize that it does come at a cost. If you want a big solution to take care of a big problem, you’re going to have to either support it financially or rally behind the cause.

While people think the idea of Earth being alive is a fairy tale, you need something really big to be able to take on these corporations and can’t be easily taken down.

EARTH ISN’T HARMED BY THE ECONOMY

People wonder why Earth can’t seem to influence the flow of money toward me. What may seem like a weakness is also a strength.

Just as Earth can’t directly influence big business, it goes in the other direction where big business can’t easily influence Earth either.

Earth isn’t interested in human currency.

Because human currency really isn’t that valuable to Her, She can resist big companies trying to seduce Her with Greed. Since human currency has little or no value to Her, She can’t be bought.

ALICE EVE’S FILM CAREER CHART

One of things I’m trying to find time to do is write out actress Alice Eve’s Film Career Chart.

I was familiar with Alice Eve, but she really caught my attention Christmas EVE 2019 when my cousin C******* Moses from San Francisco came to visit with her son Josh with their dog Molly.

In the 2010 film “She’s Out of My League,” I saw the tags light up in the movie:

Devon says “Don’t Josh me” referring to my nephew Josh

When Jay Baruschel is marveling at how perfect Alice Eve’s body is, he says “Holy Moses” as Josh’s last name

Alice plays Molly. Josh’s dog is named Molly

At the end of the film, he asks Molly’s ever been to San Francisco

Stainer’s Perfect 10 Girl was Tina Jordan mirroring March 2002 Playboy Playmate Tina Jordan for Jordan born 3/13 and linked to the year 2002. Molly Stanton was in “Miss March” that came out 3/13 of 2009

After looking over Alice Eve’s career and researhing her interviews on YouTube, I knew as soon as she did her interview with Rachael Ray where she did Rachael’s Astrology Chart that it would make sense that Alice’s Film Career can be read like a chart as well.

Just like how Alice Eve did an Astrology Chart for Rachael Ray, I’m trying to make time to do a chart on Alice Eve.

When you see how Alice Eve’s film career has her starring in particular movies with certain actors, you’ll see that computer program rise to the surface.

ASTROLOGICAL ALGORITHM

When Alice Eve does an Astrology Chart on Celebrities, she’s using the Planets to flesh out an Astrological Operating System that governs over a person’s Life.

When you translate over what an Astrology Chart does, it’s a rules, instructions, or general guidelines that a computer program will follow.

When people talk about Intelligent Design, there’s a belief that there’s some supernatural force guiding us.

I claim Earth’s Electromagnetic Field as a Neural Network Hive Mind with 8 billion Subconscious Minds as Planet Brain Cells is that Cumu.ative Consciousness of the Planet.

Now, if you’re a 4 billion year old Planet spinning for eons and are self-aware, you naturally become aware of your surroundings.

As Earth orbits around the Sun for billions of years, Earth as a living organism eventually becomes familiar with constellations and where stars are placed in relation to where She is.

If Earth is alive, She could forge her own calendar system. If she knows that She orbits the Sun every 365 days, She can break the year down into 12 Astrological Signs.

Every 2,000 years, it’s believed that all the Astrological Signs shift positions. We were in the Age of Capricorn for the last 2,000 years. Then some time between the 1970s and 2020, we moved into the Age of Aquarius.

“AGE OF AQUARIUS” BY THE FIFTH DIMENSION

In fact, the song “Age of Aquarius” is sung by the Fifth Dimension. This ties into my post.

1959 “Twilight Zone” host Rod Serling mirrors me as Rod

2019 “Twilight Zone” host Jordan Peele mirrors Jordan

“Twilight” film series takes place in Washington State where I’m from

Rod Serling talked about the Twilight Zone as the Fifth Dimension

I’m Virgin

In “40 Year Old Virgin,” the end credits sing “Age of Aquarius” by the Fifth Dimension.

One of the lines in the Fifth Dimension is that Jupiter aligns with Mars. In my Astrological Chart, Jupiter and Mars are in the Sign of Aries, which is the Sign of Mars.

It sings about how Love (Aphrodite) will rule the Stars (Hollywood Celebrities). Aphrodite Statues were seen in the country of Jordan.

One reason why today 1/14 of 2020 is the birthday of Jordan Elizabeth Ladd as the daughter of Cheryl Ladd mirroring Jordan Elizabeth Craig is because it’s exactly one month from Valentine’s Day symbolizing Love.

In my Family Tree, certain people like friends and family are shifted by one month.

For example, my best friend Scott is born 3/10 and Jordan’s friend Sydney is born 4/10 exactly one month away.

My other best friend Roman is born 4/29 of 1975 and exactly one month away from my birthday 5/29 of 1975.

One of the reasons why I’m so sure about how I read my charts is because they’re sewn into my Family and Friends where they’re born on very specific days.

There’s a consistent math pattern where birthdays are shifted by 4 days, shifted by 10 days, shifted by one month, etc.

Not everyone’s Family Tree is configured so precisely. It can’t be done with everyone. However, certain people who were meant to be elevated in society can be given special Family Trees.

ALICE EVE GIVEN A UNIQUE FAMILY TREE

I think Alice Eve is one of the few actresses given a unique family tree because she developed an interest in Astrology.

That means that Alice’s mind is open-minded and better suited toward understanding what a Career Chart would be.

I’m not saying that Alice would suddenly embrace something as this without question, but it stands a better chance of making sense to her than an actress who is Atheist that doesn’t believe in any of that Astrology stuff.

Alice’s movie “Before We Go” with Chris Evans shows them seeing a Psychic. They talk about how you don’t have to believe in that stuff for it to have an impact on you.

You don’t have to believe in the Psychic Field or Astrology for me to tell you something that can impact you.

I think if Alice Eve looks over her career and sees the Math Pattern sewn into her career, she’ll understand.

I had seen on her Instagram how she mentions her father Trevor Eve suffering from mental health problems.

Sometimes when you have Faith or you see there’s Intelligent Design or purpose, that can help heal or reprogram your mind repairing the damage.

When you’re just kind of adrift, your mind can lose cohesion and start to deteriorate. However, when you’re given a purpose and you’re given the assurance that there is a Plan and we’re not all just drifting randomly without purpose, that firm resolve can reinforce your mind.

MENTAL ILLNESS SEEN IN SHOOTERS

If you look at the Mental Illness seen in Shooters, they usually go crazy because they’ve lost their way.

They lack purpose or someone messed with their head filling them with war propaganda affecting their reasoning and judgment thinking it’s okay to promote violence.

However, if they found that Earth is alive and that there’s a rhyme and reason to what you see in the world, it may be enough to turn a mentally ill person bent on violence into finding a more peaceful resolution.

INSTAGRAM “KATE AND LEOPOLD” AND THE “CHIMNEY SONG”

This is a follow-up to my previous post where I said news mirrors me every 24 hours.

News 1/14 of 2020 body of #HarleyDilly of #PortClinton, Ohio was stuck up in the CHIMNEY.

I said in my blog 1/13 of 2020 how I realized over the last 3 months whatever movie my mom puts on predicts something in news next day.

Last night, my mom saw 2001 film #KateAndLeopold with #HughJackman and #MegRyan.

In the rooftop scene, Meg Ryan as Kate says maybe finding Mr. Right is a grown-up version of SANTA C/LA+U.S. as our attempt to explain why our #LoveSanta KEEPS GETTING CAUGHT IN THE CHIMNEY (Harley Dilly). I can use the #ChimneySong by #BobRivers in Seattle, WASHINGTON where I'm from to show I'm reading it right.

I'm a WA State Psychic. Jordan is a RIVER and Bob RIVERs is a RIVER.

My cousin Gwen is born 2/2 when DALLAS became a city. Her ex-husband whose uncle was Rod is named Boyd as Jordan's Family Name. Their son (my nephew) is Quinn. HARLEY Dilly + QUINN is #HarleyQuinn. #HarleyQuinnSmith plays the daughter named #MillenniumFalcon in 2019 #JayAndSilentBob Reboot where #ShannonElizabeth of TEXAS is the mom and JayMewes' RL wife is named Jordan. Jordan of DALLAS, Texas manifests in my Family Tree.

The chimney death was in #PortClinton, Ohio that became a state on 3/1 of 1803. My Aunt Julia born 3/1 had a house on Avenue 313 as Jordan's birthday.

#ChrisRedfern of Port Clinton was born 10/1 of 1964. The 1974 film "Where the RED FERN Grows" starred #LonnyChapman and #JamesWhitmore born 10/1 of 1920 and 1921. Chapman died 10/12 birthday of Hugh Jackman in #KateAndLeopold while Whitmore died 2/6 birthday of #AliceEve. Jackman and Eve were together in the 2014 film #NightAtTheMuseum #SecretOfTheTomb as themselves.

Red Fern was 1974. I was born 1975. Chris Redfern was 1964. So I couldn't have been behind this if I wasn't born yet.

Earth using the Electromagnetic Field as a Communication Platform with Her Math Language instructed Subconscious Minds to choreograph all this.

As a Hollywood Psychic, I decoded Alice Eve's film career like an #AstrologyChart showing why she was cast in certain films.

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