#people are over the top assholes but the more u feed into it the worse they will be

[myfriendtheghost]

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[benjaminjofaiho]

The Captain Next Door Ch.5

Summary: You’re a doctor who also just so happens to be a fan fiction writer. You love lots of fandoms but Captain America is by far your fave, so what happens when you get a new job, move to Brooklyn and realize that the brownstone you bought is right next door to Captain America? Obviously shenanigans ensue.

Warnings: Swearing.

It’s worth noting that I do not care for or abide by the timeline, there are some people mentioned that haven’t technically been brought together yet [ As per Winter Soldier ] but I did it anyway.  P.S. I do not currently have a beta and the ‘f’ and ‘u’ keys on my keyboard are messed up so incase you see repeating letters anywhere they aren’t supposed to be feel free to let me know.

AN: I had so much fun writing this chapter. Please reblog and share. Your feedback is always welcome and I love hearing from y’all.

You looked at his back muscles and not to mention nice ass as he walked up the steps to your house. Yeah. This was definitely going into a fic. The world needs to know about this physique. He turned back to you and asked you if you were ready with that milliwatt smile. You were ready alright. Ready to jump his bones. Just as he was about to turn his keys into his house your phone started to ring. You lifted it to see The Bone Man’s smiling face.

           “Boner, what’s up?”

           “Hey babe, Do you got time for a couple consults?” A couple? Usually it was just the one or two.

           “What do you mean a couple?” You hesitated, putting your finger up to Steve, you were completely taken out of your flirty and laid back mood it was work time. He turned to completely face you and lean on his front door.

           “Yeah I know you’re not working today but there was a freak accident on the highway. I have about 10 patients that need to go into surgery but I need your okay and the on call doctor isn’t answering his phone.”

           “Fucking Daniels. I bet he’s golfing with members of the bboard. I’ll be there, gimme 20.” Ending the call and biting your lip you looked at Steve. You were going to get to go into CAPTAIN AMERICA’S house but Dr. Daniels was in absentia so you were the next call.

           “Listen I’m really sorry but I have to go, there’s emergency at work.” Looking at your watch you absent-mindedly said “I told him 20 but it’ll be more like an hour, I totally forgot it’s rush hour. Alright Captain, duty calls.” Turning and running to go to your brownstone and get your workbag and change your clothes you heard Steve calling out for you.

           “Y/N! Wait!” You turned to see him jogging up to you “Where do you work?”

           “Mount Sainai. Why?”

           “It doesn't have to take that long.”

           Scrunching your face you told him “ I know about the subway,  but I don’t know it that well and I don't want to risk getting lost. Plus I heard the MTA is really unreliable and I don't have time for any delays right now” Spinning back around your continued to your house but you were stopped by an arm around your bicep. It felt as if your body came alive. Usually when you were thinking about work you had a really one track mind. Work was still on your mind while your bicep burned, it just wasn't at the forefront. You looked down and saw a large hand that you would have imagined was very rough but was actually soft and then looked up to Steve’s face. For a moment he was staring down at his hand too. Snapping out of whatever haze he was in he let you go.

           “Sorry.” His hand shot up. “I can get you there in 15.”

           “15 minutes?” You asked, confused. It took 20 minutes to get to work without traffic. How was he going to get you there faster than that? You decided to voice that particular concern.            

           “Just trust me, Go get your stuff and I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.” Knowing you had no time to argue you just turned and ran up the steps into you home. Within ten minutes you were back with your hair up in a bun and jeans with a blouse. All signs of Saturday rest and relaxation were off of you. And there he sat. Atop a fucking motorcycle. You almost tripped over nothing and your eyes were bugging. You were sure of it..

           “Absolutely not.” You began.

           “You’ll be fineeeee” He started to persuade. “ Think of all the people you could save. And potentially loose if you call an Uber. Come on. Get on.” Realizing he was right you were about to get up behind him and then you stopped again.

           “What’s up Doc?” He smiled. Under normal circumstances that would have gotten a light chuckle out of you. But aren’t weekend Y/N. Weekend Y/N had checked out and Work Y/N was here and in complete control despite her faltering 10 minutes ago.

           “I can’t get on that death trap without a helmet” You shrugged pulling out your phone about to open the Uber app.

           “Hey” He said and he was in front of you in an instant. “Of course I would get you a helmet. We have to protect the precious cargo.” Handing you an all-black helmet. How many times would he alone you make you grateful for your melanin that a blush you could feel was creeping up behind. He took your bag from you while letting you put the helmet on.  He sat on the bike and waited for you to get on. This was the closest you’d been to him in your almost 3 months of knowing each other and you weren’t touching him but you might as well have been. You could feel the heat radiating off his back. Flipping the face shield up you asked how you wouldn't fly off. Was there some sort of mini motorcycle seatbelt or something?

           “Yeah of course look at the end of your arms” He laughed. “You can either wrap them around me or hold on to that little railing on either side of the back.” You looked back and indeed there was a little railing, then opting to respect his boundaries; hold on to those. The engine come alive beneath you and you let out a little squeal you hoped he didn't hear.

           “Ready? He shouted.

           “Yeah” You shouted back trying to sound as normal as possible. You were off and zipping through your borough and were on the highway in 4 minutes. Shortly after you pulled up behind a sedan where you stayed for almost a full minute. Traffic was no joke and you started to think maybe it would have been better for you to take the subway. Moving  closer to Steve so he could hear you began to shout over all the engines around you.

           “Traffic is worse than I expected! I think I should have gotten on the subway”. In lieu of responding he just shook his head. You heard him saying something from behind the screen shield of his helmet. After asking what several times, he annoying flipped up his visor and said “I said hold on!” You were the closest you'd ever been in your months of knowing each other.  You were able to see his eyes weren’t all the way blue actually, they had a bit of gold flecks in them. Only being able to manage a strangled ‘okay’ he flipped his visor down.

           Grabbing the handles behind you and clenching your teeth you closed your eyes and prepared for the worst. But you weren’t prepared for what happened. The world started to fly by you and all you could see the back of Steve and the your blurred surrounding. Before you knew it you were screaming and found your arms all the way wrapped around Captain America. Boundaries be damned, this man was trying to kill you. Did you he know you belonged to people? Did he know you were someone’s child? You both made it to the hospital in 9 minutes and you got off the back of his bike with shaking knees.  

           “Steven. It feels like my esophagus dropped through my chest knocking my heart into my stomach causing a ripple effect that made my uterus fly out of my asshole.” Before being able to stop yourself your hands shot up to cover your mouth. “Excuse my language. I appreciate the ride but that was crazy.” Meanwhile Steve was keeled over his handlebars laughing enough for the whole island of Manhattan.

           Between fits of laughter he managed “Y/N, you know to call me Steve come on. And plus it was my pleasure, you've been feeding me well for months so this was honestly the least I could do. By the way what time do you get off work?”

           “Oh Steve, you don’t have to do that-” he cut you off immediately.

           “I’ll  be in the area. I was supposed to come down here during the week but since I’m already here I might as well get stuff done. Plus, I’ve been hearing a lot about global warming, and that its my generations fault and how we can help emissions by doing communal rides and such which, so I’m picking you up because it’s my civil duty, and to collectively lower our…carbon footprint?” you couldn't help but smile. You were had no idea the great Captain America was a rambler.

           “Okay.” And you both looked at each other smiling small and you turned to walk away. Turing back around “Oh! By the way, if you happen to finish your…stuff before I’m done take Sonia’s number. She’ll be able to direct you to my office where you can wait and if you’re hungry she can grab you something to eat as well. There’s a TV in there so you can watch the news or whatever old men do” You ended laughing and his smile got bigger as well. Turning around and walking through the automatic doors of the hospital Work Y/N was back. It was game time.

           After quickly changing into your scrubs and lab coat you paged Boner and were able to find him near intake with a patient.

           “Bone man, talk to me” You began. You heard a patient laugh and question Bone man?

           “Excuse me ma’am, Dr. Y/L/N. knows my name is Dr.Siriboe she just likes to joke.” He leaned in close to her like he was about to reveal a top secret and put his hand up to the side of his mouth. “You know I heard she wanted to be a comedian at first, but she didn’t have the chops so she settled for being a doctor. Not as funny but I guess it keeps the lights on” He ended with a shrug. The patient began to laugh. You knew Boner was funny but he wasn't tears in your eyes funny. This was because he was a handsome surgeon. You were woman enough to admit his good looks. Keeping it as professional as you could with someone you’d known for so long, you got started.

           With a smile still on your voice you asked “So, what do we have here?”

====================Steve’s POV=======================

           He had nothing to do. Absolutely nothing. But when he felt her arms wrap around him like that? He knew he was hooked and was looking for any way to get a fix. So he pulled up to the place he would always go when he needed time to think. The Met.

           The Met served as a sort of mental relief and motivation/inspiration, depending on his head space when he decided to visit. But as of late, he hadn’t needed to visit because. He didn’t know he just felt, satiated. He looked around at various exibits and found himself staring at a portrait of an open field of flowers. Physically he was staring at that painting but in reality he was looking through it, and thinking of you. He spent the next few hours wandering around the Meuseum for hours. Around 6 he decided to head back over to the hospital to see if she was ready to go.

           Upon arrival he texted Sonia and got the instructions to your office. Finally walking in he saw the smile on your assistant’s face welcoming him and asking him if there was anything he needed.

           “I’m fine thank you ma’am, although, would you be able to help me turn the news on in Dr. Y/L/N’s office?”

           “Of course Sir.” she replied. “And please, Sonia is fine.

            After a few minutes of silence with her setting up the TV for him he asked “Please don’t take this the wrong way. But why aren’t you acting more nervous? Not that I want you to or anything…just curious.” Sonia let out a light laugh.

           “To be honest I kind of know of you a bit. I speak with Sam a lot and you’ve come up in conversations plenty of times seeing as how the both of you are in some type of love affair” She began to audibily laugh and then absentmindedly added “Plus I can’t the good Doc to shut up about you, so I sort of feel as if I know you already.” She continued to search for the right channel. Before he could stop himself he found himself asking

           “Really? Y/N talks about me? What does she say?” All he heard was a distracted ‘hmm?’ in way of response.

           “Excuse me, Sonia” He began again. “What does she say about me?”

           “I’m sorry what?” Sonia turns her face in his direction with her eyes still glued on the screen. It was clear she was responsive but not present.

           “Sonia?”

           “Yes! Oh I’m so sorry! I always get confused by this TV.” She said landing on BBC and finally turning to give him her full attention. “What was your question again?”

           “Y/N? What does she say about me?” He’d never thought it would be possible to see the color drain from a person with such a rich complexion but he was witnessing it.

           “I don't think I said that, Captain”

           “Oh yes you did. You said, and I quote ‘To be honest I kind of know of you a bit. I speak with Sam a lot and you’ve come up in conversations plenty of times seeing as how the both of you are in some type of love affair. Plus I can’t the good Doc to shut up about you, so I sort of feel as if I know you already’ Actually. By your words it seems as if she talks about me a lot. So, what does she say?” Sonia started backing out of Y/N’s office.

           “ You know the usual…nothing unscrupulous…You know her, shes a sweetheart. Only good things and you can believe me about that” She answered nervously.

           “Can’t you give me any specifics?” He turned the Captian America charm on 3000. Who was he becoming? Since when did he imagine doing sinful things to beautiful women and it was getting out of his control. Since when did he try to do anything possible to get closer to a woman ? Physically and otherwise? Since when did he draw the same subject over and over for God’s sake? He was a disciplined, responsible, respectable man. Who was Y/N turning him into? Even in the midst of this mental crisis he knew she wouldn't be able to refuse the Charm.

           “ Nothing much. You’re really friendly and helpful, and brave because of your job and all that ya’know? And that you have a nice smile but your eyes. Good lord when she starts on your eyes I know to take a seat because we are gonna be here for a while.” She began to playfully mimick your accent “Oh my God Sonia, I’ve never seen eyes so blue” and then as if noticing she was spilling all the beans her hand shot up over her mouth. “You never heard that! You never even spoke to me! In fact I’m just the pretty lady with the beautiful accent to you!”

           He couldn't help but laugh. And he was happy for it because before her little outburst he was feeling something that he was sure other people would deem as shy? Or was he blushing? He had no idea but he didn’t like the feeling one bit so laughter was a nice change of pace.

           “Hey” He said grinning as he shot his hands up “ No one will ever get a word out of me.”

           “Thank you” she breathed a sigh of relief  “That would have been my ass.” With that she left him in the office. He had a little while to think to himself it didn't last long because he could see the profile of a man talking to Sonia out in the little reception and shortly he turned and walked into her office.

           “Hello Sir, it’s such an honor to meet you. I’m Dr.Siriboe, I work in a different department than Dr. Y/L/N, but when Sonia told me you were here I couldn’t pass up the chance to meet you. Thank you for all your service and sacrifice. My grandfather fought in WW2 so I grew up hearing stories about the front line and I know the tax it takes on a person. Your hard work does not go unnoticed, Captain.” He smiled. Steve smiled back

           “It’s good to meet you, Dr. Siriboe. I’m just a guy that decided to put on a uniform one day but you, decided to put on a white coat and save lives. That is an equally if not more taxing and hororable carrer so the pleasure is mine.” Simling widely Dr.Siriboe gave a small nod in way of accepting the comment and asked the captain to sit down with him.

           “So” He began “You like 2k?”

           “Love it!” Steve replied with a big smile.

           “Wanna play? You know what matter of fact I can’t do that to you. I’m sure whopping your ass would be considered treason or something.”

           “To be commit treason you would have to be in possession of some type of threat.” Looking around the office Steve continued “But I don't see anything threatening in here.”

           “Ohhhh Cap’s got jokes!” Kofi said laughing with Steve. “But its not gonna be so funny when I decimate you in this game. Then Imma be the only one laughing.”

           “Now son, If I go in on you it would be considered heroism in defense of our great nation”           Steve snapped back laughing. “You don’t want these problems.”

           “Son? Sir. Sir. Excuse me, sir. If I were to really get started by the time I was done witcha they’d arrest me on elder abuse and I’m liable to catch a case.”

           Before he knew it they had been playing a game of madden for about 30 mintues and between the little conversation and a whole lot of shit talking he really took a liking to Kofi. He enjoyed his company and he was always looking for new friends that weren’t attached to S.H.E.L.D. in any way possible. He seemed down to earth, and a happy go lucky fellow. Obviously he was smart to be able to become a doctor so he had that going for him as well.

He seemed like the type of guy that would already had been Steve’s friend if they hadn’t just met, he had a friendly personality. Then he wondered why he had never heard of this man before. This is the type of man Y/N should hang around, not that Boner fellow. They seemed as if they would be good friends and he decided then, that he would introduce the two. As if she was a genie and manifested though her doors.

           “Oh! Hey! Steve! You’re here!” She said looking winded.

           “Yeah I am. I’ve been here for a little under an hour just chilling with-” turning behind him to gesture to Kofi “Dr. Siriboe. Dr. Siriboe officially meet Dr. Y/L/N, Dr. Y/L/N, meet Dr, Siriboe, he works in…well actually I didn't even get his department. I’m sorry what department do you work in? You never really mentioned it.”

           “He’s in ortho” She said, cutting him off. Kofi and Y/N stared at each other for bursting out laughing leaving Steve uttlerly confused.

           “Steve, this is the Bone man!” Steve felt something sour in the back of his throat. This? This was dR. bOnEr? THE dr. Boner? That she wouldn't ever leave out of important decisions? The one that helps her when she needs it and doesn't know who to call? This is the guy she was referring to as ‘sort of her work husband and sort of her husband husband?’

           “Oh.” Was all he could manage. He was sure if he could see his own face in that moment it would look something like a 6month old who was constipated. He’d been on the couch fraternizing with the enemy?! Why would he be the enemy? Why would he even think of that? Why had he been internally monologuing this whole day? Again what the hell was she doing to him?

           “Well” He began trying to recover “Are you ready to go home?”

           “Oh! You came to give her a ride? I thought we were gonna split an uber and Rate the Pache as usual and maybe pick up some Thai?”

           “Shut up about Rate the Pache boner! Damnit that's supposed to be between just me and you!” She whisper shouted. He couldn't help himself and asked.

           “What’s rate the pache?” He asked turning to Kofi knowing you wouldn't give him an answer.

           “Well,-” Kofi started

           “Traitor!” She shouted and to be honest it startled Steve a little. He had never seen this playful and mischievous side to her before. He’d seen glimmers of it with Sam but never this full out and raw. He assumed it was because of their old friendship, but that didn't stop the little green monster coming to life within him. Who was he becoming?

Laughing Kofi continued “Rate the Pache is something we started doing back in med school. At the end of the day we get together and rate the patients we worked with on that day. Who would we bone, if there was no repercussions to our careers.” Looking over to you he saw your hands covering your face with what he thought was embarrassment. The practice was a little iffy admittedly, but he couldn't help thinking that she just looked so damn cute acting shy like that.

           “Anyway!!!” She shouted and turned to him. “Steve, I just have to get a couple things done here iff you don't mind waiting like 20 minutes and then we can head home.”

           “Sure, no problem” He said.

           “Well, we can try to finish this game” Kofi said interrupting his train of thought.

           “Ahh I didn't know you were open to public beat downs Kofi, lets do it!” Steve laughed.

           After about 15 minutes of playing, she asked Sonia for a cup of tea and Sonia told her it would be ready in a few, however the next person to open her door was not Sona, but a man instead.    

           “Dr. Daniels” She started, “How nice of you to answer your page” looking at her watch “hmmm… 6 hours too late. People could have died.” The room went silent and everyone turned to look at the late doctor.

           “Dr. Y/L/N, I’m terribly sorry. It started off with me trying to just have a meeting with some of the board members and then they refused to let me leave without playing a round. But I promise the meeting was worth while. I was able to get cardio 3 million dollars for research!”         She let out a squeal.

           “Really?! Damnit Daniels! I was really prepared to rip you a new one but I can’t be mad at this. This money will change so many lives and help preventative care so much. Thank you.” She ended quietly.

           “Of course. Meanwhile I swung by my house and got you something.”

           “Is it what I think it is?”

           “Your blueberry tea leaves as requested. And I threw in some blueberry scones just as you like them. Try one now. I added something new and I want to know if you can taste a difference.”      

           Biting into one she moaned which was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. If he weren’t so busy being something in the neighborhood of jealous he might have actually started to feel aroused. Why the hell was she surrounded by all these…Men? Men who had eyes just like him to see how wonderful she was. Men who had dirtier minds than him imaging all sorts of things.

           “Is this lemon glaze drizzled overtop?” She asked.

           “Good pallete! I call them blueberry lemonade.” He replied.

           “I mean this with all repect daniels, if things don't work out here in the hospital and I fire your ass for something you do to annoy me, you could definitely make it as a baker.”

           That pulled a laugh for a quiet Kofi which made this Dr. Daniels aware of his presence as well as Steve’s as well as if he didn’t notice the both of them before.

           “Kofi, what’s up man? Sorry I missed the pages.” Daniels said nodding to Kofi.

           “Don't worry about it man. You know Y/N zoomed in to save the day as usual.” Turing to face Steve it was then he noticed who he was. Steve could always see the change in people when they recognized him. He noticed the Dr. stood up a little taller, and cleared his throat lightly. Oh, he was a fan.

           “Hello, my name is Dr. Gerald Daniels, It’s a pleasure to meet you Captain America.”

           “Nice to meet you Dr. Daniels, likewise.” Steve said giving a patented smile. “Congrats on your new research money by the way.”

           “Thankyousomuch” Daniels rushed out. Then zipping back to her “Enjoy the tea and deserts. See you Monday. I’ll go round on the patients you had today, so you can get home.” With that he was out of the office and left a bouncing Y/N at her desk happy as could be.

           After she finished her scone, Steve watched her walk out of her office and go talk to Sonia. He watched her throw her head back in laughter and couldn't help but imagine yanking her hair back and burying his face in her neck taking in her sweet smell. He wanted to bury something else in her too but then he heard Kofi aggressively clearing his throat.

           “You like what you see?” He started.

           “Sorry?” Steve decided to play stupid.

           “ I mean any other day, I would let you be distracted and continue to score on you while you look in a completely oppsite direction just as I have in the last 2 mintues already scoring 3 times but...” He paused the game “ That’s Y/N. I’m protective over her.” He said seriously.

           “I really don’t know what you think you-” Steve started but Kofi interrupted him.

           “Listen man, I’m not blind. What are you trying to do with her? You know what? That’s none of my business. Whatever it is, make sure you’re clear about it and don't hurt her. Because at that point you’re gonna have more to worry about than aliens falling out of the sky.” With that he unpaused the game and continued to play as if nothing happened between them. Steve turned back to Y/N and Sonia to see Sonia walking out of the office and Y/N looking out the big window. All of a sudden she turned and looked directly at him and gave him a small smile that felt like an ember lighting a fire.  It was a smile he returned.

           “Alright people.” She started after walking back into her office. “I’m just about ready to go and Sonia’s gone for the day, apparently she has a date to get to.” She said wiggling her eyebrows and laughing. Kofi stood.

           “Okay I just got a page myself, so I have to run.” He stretched his arm out to steve. “Nice to meet you man.” Kofi had that easy go lucky smile but his grip was telling another story. It said if you fuck this up I fuck you up. Steve didn’t know where he stood with Kofi. Thiking of him as boner he didn’t like him at all but getting to know him as Kofi he knew he was someone he could befriend plus him sticking up for Y/N like that really won him points in Steve’s book as much as he hated to admit it. He sorta liked the guy.

           Turning to Y/N kissed her cheek and jogged out the door and she looked after him. What the hell was going on with those two?  He couldn’t place his finger on it. Was she maybe into him? Before he could even think of the situation further. She sat on the couch next to him while putting her feet up on the table and let out a big sigh.

           “So how was your day Steve?”

            “Well” he began mentally scrambling. “ I finished those errands I told you about but I ended up at the Met as I usually do.”

           “Usually? What do you do there usually?”

           “I look through Picassos stuff, they’re permanently on display. Then I go through the current exhibits. I like looking at things from all over the world and from varying time periods. Sort off broadening my artistic palette if you will” He said with an easy smile.

           “I’ve never been to the Met! It’s on my list of to-dos before I officially become a New Yorker.”

           “Then I have to take you down there one of your free days. We can. Make a day of it. Remember, doing my civil duty and all.”

           “Sounds good, I’ll let you know” She said quietly. Off course. She was back to her normal self now, trying to let him down easy. He didn't want to make her any more uncomfortable than she already was and suggested they go home.

           She turned off her light in her office and her stomach let out a noise that demanded for attention and she let out a laugh.

           “I’m a little hungry, can you tell?”

           “Right!” Steve said snapping. “Kofi mentioned something about Pad Thai? I know the best Thai restaurant in all the boroughs.”

           “I have to stop ya there chief. If it’s not New Saigon then you are sorely mistaken. Me and boner have been eating there since I used to visit him here in the city and lived back down south. He’s something of a foodie and I’m inclined to believe him.”

           “Hey! I know something or two about food as well. I promise you you’ll like it.” He stared at her while she stared at him and the both of them had a silent battle of wills.

           “Fine! But if I don't like this place, I get to choose where we eat from now on.” Now on? Does that imply that we’ll be doing this more often? Steve decided not to over think it and just live in the moment. He told her wait at the front of the hospital while he pulled the motorcycle around. He couldn't help but notice a pep in his step and it all began with him thinking of having her arms wrapped around him again. Pulling up to the hospital he saw he nervous face in view and let out a little laugh. She was the cutest. He handed her the helmet.

           “Where are we going anyway?” She said taking the helmet from him.

           “It’s this little hole in the wall called Jai-Yen.

           “Jai-Yen” She repeated quietly. “I’ve never heard of it.”

           “Well you have now.” Steve smiled. “Let’s get going.”

           “Alright, take me on your devil machine” She said putting on the helmet. Steve laughed and shook his head. As soon as she was stable on the back of the bike they were off.

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The Heaven We Didn’t Choose, Chapter 8: In Which The Internet is Invoked

...And Sans nearly loses his edgelord club membership card. 

First: Chapter 1: In Which a Child Makes a Friend

Previous: Chapter 7: In Which Skeletons are Explained

Next: Chapter 9: In Which Dog Marriage Saves the Day

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The next day went about as well as Sans expected.  He was once again woken up by the flurry of alarms reminding him of Undyne’s impending invasion of the apartment, but he made sure to have Attie up and dressed in ’training clothes’ before she arrived.

It was worth the extra effort.  Undyne had calmed considerably, having apparently slept at some point, but she kept eyeing him with a very...intense expression.  Attie demanded enough of her attention that she didn’t say anything, but he felt an overwhelming sense of foreboding.

Either Frisk had made good on her threat to talk to Undyne about Boss or Sans had messed up on his paperwork again.  Possibly both.  He was betting on the former, though, especially since Boss hadn’t come back to the apartment the previous evening.

This meant that Undyne wound up giving them a crash course in breakfast...literally.  The kitchen looked like a war zone by the time they were finished, with globs of oatmeal across the ceiling, floor, and stove top.  The oatmeal itself was full of dark brown flakes that made Attie wince every time she took a bite.  He made a mental note to look up an oatmeal-making tutorial on Youtube; there had to be a more efficient way to do this.

“No paperwork today,” Undyne said once she’d scarfed down her own portion of oatmeal.  “The queen’s doing the morning visit before she meets with the...well, with...important people.  We’re also moving her room and posting a guard outside.”

Sans blinked at her, slowly.  “...What are you talking about?”

She growled.  “Frisk.  The ambassador.  Queen Toriel is going to see her this morning to assess her status.  You,” she gestured to both of them with a strange figure eight motion, “stay here.  You can see her this afternoon if you get the all-clear, but text me first.  We’re relocating her to a more defensible room and posting a guard.  Make sure you bring your ID, ass-clown, or you’ll be locked out.”

“Don’t lock me out!”  Attie said, grabbing Undyne’s arm.  “I wanna see my mommy!”

“Oh, you can go on in just fine, punk; the guards won’t bother you.  They’re just gonna make sure no one gets to see your mommy without permission.  If a bad guy tries something funny they’ll beat ‘im up!  It’s for security, right?”

“Cool!”  The girl bounced in her seat.  “Can I be security for Mommy too?  I wanna beat up bad guys!”

“Haha!  You’ve gotta train a little harder than THAT if you wanna be in the Guard!  Ready?”

“Ready!”

“I’ll be here,” Sans said, staring intently at the last globs of oatmeal in his bowl.  “You guys have fun.”

Being lifted by his skull was a new and special kind of painful, he discovered.  Also, Undyne’s grin was even more terrifying close up.

“You’re not getting out of training THAT easy, nerd!  A little exercise never hurt anyone!”

Attie made a mad dash for the living room, screaming about training and friendship and how wonderful everything in her little life was.

The next hour and a half could only be described as torture.  Sans didn’t know a whole lot about humans and fish-monsters (or whatever Undyne was), but he was very certain that skeletons were not designed to bend in some of the ways she was trying to make him bend.  He could feel the strain on his joints; he was sure he was going to dislocate something.  It didn’t help that the stretches were interspersed with periods of intense movement, pushing his still-sore bones well past their limit.  He hoped Boss never found out about this; the big guy had enough punishment ideas to last him a lifetime.

He collapsed onto the couch when Undyne finally stopped.

“That was a GREAT warm-up,” she said.  “Now for the REAL training!”

Sans debated crawling under the couch.  There wasn’t a lot of space under there; his skull and ribcage would be a problem...

She laughed at him.  “I’m just kidding, NERD!  Don’t you know how to take a joke?  Hey, hey Attie, look at this loser!  He can’t even do a little exercise!”

“Mr. Sans isn’t a loser,” Attie solemnly reminded her.  “He’s a asshole.”

“You BET he is!  Anyways, make sure he doesn’t fall asleep, huh?”

“Okay!”

His phone went off.  Oh, right; he hadn’t texted Frisk all morning.  He’d get on that.  Just as soon as he could feel his arms again.

“Mr. Sans?”

His vision started going...a little fuzzy…

“-ey?  Hey?  Can you hear me?”

Sans looked up at Undyne.  She was looking a little worried or angry, one of the two.  He wasn’t sure why; he hadn’t actually passed out, had he?  “‘Mfine,” he mumbled into the couch cushion.

“Yeah, no, punk.  Attie, go grab me the bottle of green juice in your fridge and a cup.  Sans, talk to me.”

“‘M fine."

She huffed.  “You’re an idiot.  No, listen to me: you’re an idiot.  Anyone knows to speak up when they’re being pushed too far.  Except you, I guess.  Do you know what’s happening?  Your magic levels are so low you’re losing HP.  Slowly, but still.  You’re literally killing yourself.”

“Thought a little exercise never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, a little exercise.  We didn’t even do much, really.  Heck, Attie’s had more exercise over the past few days than we normally do in a week, and she’s just fine.  You?  You collapsed under your own lack of magic.  We’re not even practicing magic, beyond whatever’s holding you together and making you move!  You’d have to do...well, pretty much no exercise at all on a regular basis AND be super low on magic to get to this point.”

“Sounds ‘bout right.”

“And that’s why you’re an idiot.  Oh - thanks, Attie.”  She took the bottle of juice, poured some into the cup, and pushed it towards Sans.

He managed to get himself upright and tipped... most of the juice into his mouth.  It tasted like something that was brewed in a froggit’s armpit, but he did feel better after.  “...What is that stuff?”

“Magic-infused sports drink.  Good for the body AND the SOUL!  The Royal Scientist came out with it a few years back.  You never heard of it?”

“It’s disgusting.”

“I’ve seen what you leave behind at your sentry post; you have no right to criticize anyone else’s eating or drinking habits.”

Fair enough.

“Also, next time we do this, frickin’ tell me when you’re about to collapse, would ya?”

“Gee, didn’t know you cared.”  Also: next time??

“Oh, I don’t.  Someone needs to watch this little punk, though, and she seems kinda fond of you.  Stars know why.”  She ruffled Attie’s hair.

The kid grinned widely.  “It’s ‘cause he feeds me hot dogs and lets me do fun science and lets me color and takes me to see my mommy.  And he didn’t let Mommy die and he helped me beat Mr. Papyrus and stuff.”

Sans eyed her.  “...Right.”

“I told Undie all about the fight with Mr. Papyrus!  I have her phone number in my phone and I was texting her last night when I was supposed to be sleeping.”

“‘M I gonna have to take your phone away at bedtime?”

“Noooo!”  She flopped over onto the couch next to him dramatically.

Undyne laughed.  “Well, since you’re not about to dust, I’ll be off.  Drink another glass of that stuff, asshole.  Attie, make sure he does.”

“Okay!”

“And Vice Captain Papyrus will be back sometime this evening.  If he scares you at all, even just a little bit, you tell this worthless lump here to get you out and you text me.  Okay?”

“Okay!”

“Oh, and a word of advice, Sans?”

He raised his head a fraction.

“Walk around a little.  You’ll be even worse off if you don’t.”

The very atmosphere seemed to deflate when Undyne left.  Sans felt like melting into the couch cushions and just...not moving until Boss came back and kicked his lazy butt into gear.

“Come ooooon!”  Attie whined, grabbing the back of his jacket and trying to drag him off the couch.  She was succeeding.  “Undie said you have to keep moving!  If she says so then we have to do it!”

“Noooo.”  Sans dug his claws into the couch, trying to anchor himself without leaving obvious rips that Boss would scream at him for.

His phone went off again.

He reluctantly disentangled himself from the kid enough to sit up (though she wound up clinging to his back) and pulled it out.

Frisky Dreamer 9:22 AM Sans, I’m waiting for a check-in.

Frisky Dreamer 9:42 AM I’m calling Undyne if I don’t hear from you in five minutes.

You 9:44 AM Undie just left We were doing morning torture

Frisky Dreamer 9:44 AM Explain.  Now.

You 9:46 AM U know the stretching and the posing and the running in place that kindve thing The usual stuff undie likes

Frisky Dreamer 9:46 AM Training?

You 9:47 AM Yeah that

Frisky Dreamer 9:47 AM Don’t call Captain Undyne’s training ‘torture,’ or I’ll tell her you called her “Undie.”

You 9:48 AM U got it

“Oooh, ask her if we can come see her this afternoon!”  Attie said, leaning over his shoulder.

You 9:49 AM Kid wants to know when we can come see you this afternoon If ur up for it

Attie dragged him off the couch when no answer came immediately.  He reluctantly shuffled his tired bones around the living room a few times, but gave up when his phone remained silent.  “Uh, you’d better change your clothes, kid.  Maybe your mom’ll text us back later.  She’s probably busy, remember?”

“Oh, yeah!  Granny Ree’s visiting her this morning, right?”

“Right.  So let’s see if we can find something your mom’ll approve of, okay?”

“Okay!”

Attie wound up in a yellow and white striped shirt and jeans.  He mentally reviewed the fashion lessons from the morning before.  It looked...pretty good?  Jeans went with everything, right?  He couldn’t tell if the yellow was supposed to be ‘good’ or ‘bad’ for Attie’s skin color (all of that had gone clear over his skull) but Frisk wouldn’t have bought her kid a shirt that looked bad on her, right?

...Hopefully?

He snapped a picture and sent it to the overbearing mother, hoping for the best.

Schoolwork went better than the day before.  Sans was still mostly lost, but a few subjects (mostly Math and Science) weren’t too different from what he’d been taught in the Underground.  At seven years old, Attie wasn’t doing anything too complicated; he was able to follow along and help out fairly well.

It reminded him of teaching Boss, really.  The sad structure that passed for a school in Snowdin had burned to the ground around the time Sans graduated (in a completely unrelated incident, not that he hadn’t been tempted), so Boss had been deprived of a few years’ formal education.  It had been challenging to get an excitable babybones to sit still long enough to do a page of multiplication, but he’d done his best.

His best, he knew, wasn’t great.  It was probably the reason Boss turned out the way he had.

Attie, at least, was used to the routine.  She knew to check her list of schoolwork (Undyne had left it on the counter this time, and had removed the one she’d pinned up with the knife) and found her assignments based on the numbers associated with each subject.  It boggled Sans’s mind.  Teaching kids at home was, apparently, something humans had simplified greatly.  There was a whole system of what to do each day and everything.  It made remembering to text Frisk a little easier, too; he just shot off a text as they finished each subject.  Attie did the same, happy for an excuse to use her new phone.

Lunch was hot dogs, again.  Attie, predictably, demanded that Sans eat his all in one bite.  He initially refused, but...well, the thing she did with her eyes was growing on him.  He caved and swallowed his hot dog whole.

He didn’t sit still long enough for Attie to take a picture of him doing it.  She did her best, but it wasn’t quite enough.

Ding!

Frisky Dreamer 12:58 PM Sans, what exactly are you teaching my daughter?

You 12:59 PM Nothing were just having lunch

Frisky Dreamer 12:59 PM So bragging to a young girl about how you can swallow weiners is normal for you?

Sans squinted at his phone, trying to make sense of the message.  He knew ‘weiner’ was another word for ‘hot dog,’ but...he felt there was something he was missing.

You 1:00 PM Kinda i mean i run a ‘dog stand Dont really talk to the customers but sometimes onell wonder y a skeleton needs food Where r u going with this?

Frisky Dreamer 1:02 PM I can’t decide if you’re naive, stupid, or far more creepy than I ever gave you credit for.  Where is Attie now?

He looked around.  The kid was at the table doing more Grammar.  He snapped a picture.  

You 1:04 PM *1 picture message sent

Frisky Dreamer 1:05 PM Okay.

You 1:06 PM Kiddo what the hell is going on

Frisky Dreamer 1:07 PM You can’t do that anymore.  And stars, keep Attie from talking about your ‘hot dog trick.’

You 1:08 PM Uh y

Frisky Dreamer 1:09 PM BECAUSE I WON’T HAVE YOU INVOLVING MY DAUGHTER IN YOUR DIRTY PRANKS!!

Yep, he was definitely missing something.

You 1:10 PM U high again?  I have no idea what ur talking about

Frisky Dreamer 1:10 PM Stupid it is, then.  Look it up. NOT around Attie.

Sans double-checked that Attie was studying and not peeking over his shoulder, then opened the web browser on his phone.  He typed in ‘eat a weiner.’

Oh.  OH.

...Humans were disgusting.

You 1:12 PM So uh what the hell U humans r crazy Like what even Y would u do that with ur mouths With all ur gross fluids Thats unsanitary Like wow

Frisky Dreamer 1:15 PM That’s about the reaction I was expecting.  So NO MORE, OKAY?

You 1:15 PM I may never eat a hot dog again What the hell Y didnt anyone say anything Like do people think im some kind of weirdo for working at a dog stand Like theyre just in the store with other food Is that normall Is tht what huans do

Frisky Dreamer 1:17 PM Oh, you sweet, innocent child. You have no idea.

You 1:17 PM Y do humans destroy everything good This is a travesty against Science Like y

Frisky Dreamer 1:19 PM Sans, calm down.

You 1:19 PM O ok Uh So No more dogs for the kid

Frisky Dreamer 1:20 PM They are just normal food.  Deal with it however you want. It’s just that said food happens to vaguely resemble part of the human anatomy that a little girl DOES NOT need to know or think about. Just watch your words, okay?

You 1:23 PM O so im off the hook

Frisky Dreamer 1:23 PM Not hardly.

“Mr. Sans?”

Sans quickly pocketed his phone and looked over at Attie, holding her Grammar workbook to her chest.  “What’s up, kid?”

“Are you okay?”

“Uh...fine?  Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been texting for a long time now.  And you look kinda sick.”

“Heh, yeah?”  He gripped his phone, wishing he had some of that...what did humans call it?  The stuff that makes you forget stuff?  Brain bleach?  “Your mom was just telling me that ‘dogs aren’t good for ya.  So I guess that’s out.  For now, at least.”

“Awwwww.”

“Yeah, me too, kid.”  He was never going to live this down, he realized.  

“Say, uh, you done with your school?”

“I’m done with Grammar.  It was easy today.”

“Yeah, uh, great.  What’s next?”

Sans fought for focus the rest of the afternoon.  It wasn’t so much that humans apparently had some weird kinky ideas about what to do with their gross squishy body parts and fluids (though that was part of it); it was the fact that he’d lived on the surface for seven years and had never come across such an idea.  Did humans think it was weird that a monster had a hot dog stand?  Why had no one said anything to him?

Oh, right.  He was a rude, violent asshole who hated people.

That...probably explained a lot.

Still.

“Can you help me with art today?”  Attie asked.

“Uh, I’m not really an artsy guy, kid.”

“It’s okay.  Everyone can do art.  Making art is a way of showing other people how you see the world; that’s what Mommy says.”

“That sounds…” kinda whimpy, actually, “...cool?”

“Yep!  And today I’m feeling spikey!”

“Wait, what?”

“Do you have toothpicks and glue, Mr. Sans?”

As it happened, Sans found an unopened jumbo box of toothpicks in the back of a drawer.  Attie found glue...somewhere.  He wasn’t sure he wanted to know where.  “What now?”

“Now, we build stuff!  Here, can you hold this?”

Over the next hour or so, Attie glued toothpicks (and half of Sans’s fingers) into a spiked wooden death trap.  It was actually a little impressive.  The design was basic - a pit trap with spikes in the bottom - but the pit cover had working hinges that allowed it to drop open in the middle...once he disentangled himself from it.  They’d found a pair of old bottle caps, and gluing one on each side of the pit cover gave the two halves enough of a counter-weight to reset themselves each time.  She found a bag of grapes in the fridge and amused herself with rolling them over the top of the pit and watching them fall to their squishy deaths on the toothpicks below.

There wasn’t enough force to actually impale the grapes properly, but it was the thought that counted.  For a seven-year-old, she was well on her way towards carrying on the proud monster tradition of death traps.  Not for the first time, Sans wondered if he should be worried.

Then the kiddo surprised him.  She’d been rolling grapes onto the death trap, watching the cover open and close, and out of the blue she asked why it worked the way it did.  Sans hadn’t expected that, not from a kid her age, but gave her an overview of the physics.  She was trying to understand, he knew, but her eyes glazed over halfway through his explanation.

“...Well, that’s enough for today.  We’d better head out if you wanna go see your mom.”

“Okay!  Can I bring my deadly death trap of grape death?”

“I...think that’d be a bad idea.  You don’t wanna scare the humans, do ya?”

“Yep!  I wanna scare ALL the humans!  Well, except for the people at the Embassy.  They’re nice.”

“Oookay.  You don’t think the doctors are nice?”

“Nnnope!  They give you shots and take your temper’ture and do things that make your soul feel funny.  They try to bribe you with stickers but Mommy said that she got candy as a kid and that’s way better than stickers.”

“Eh, fair enough.  Put your shoes and jacket on and we’ll go terrorize some doctors.  Uh...without your death trap.”

“Aawww!  Why?”

“Think of it as...a challenge?”

Attie whooped a wild war cry and charged off to find her outerwear.  She really was like a little Boss in some ways.

He was sure he was forgetting something.  What had Undyne said?

Oh.  Right.

You 4:42 PM Hey undyne im gonna take the kid to see her mom

Capn Undie 4:44 PM HANG ON ASSHOLE

There was a long pause, and Sans took the time to retrieve his ID from where he’d left it in the pocket of his other pants.  He hated disturbing the sanctity of his laundry pile but showing up without identification to one of Undyne’s checkpoints was always unpleasant.

His phone gave a loud ping.

Capn Undie 4:53 PM You’re cleared with security.  Room 249, down the hall and around the corner from the old room.  BRING YOUR ID and we’ll have no problems, got it??

You 4:56 PM Got it

Capn Undie 4:59 PM And don’t even THINK about causing trouble or I’ll have you KICKED OUT.  You can sit outside while Attie does whatever she does visiting her mom.  I’m sure there’s a kiddie chair we can grab for you.

Sans narrowed his eye sockets.  “Hey, Attie?  You ready to go yet?”

“Not yet!”  Attie appeared with her shoes on, holding her jacket.  “My laces were being doo-doo-butts,” she said conversationally.

“...Right.  Okay.  Hey, why don’t you grab that death trap after all?  And some grapes; we can show yer mom how it works.”

“Physics!”  Attie screamed as she stumbled off to find her creation.

Sans grinned.

[carolrance]

Lol got called a lying racist by a white football hooligan from the north on Twitter cos of my observations re: the difference in the response of people (Twitter users, primarily white and/or middle class) in the immediate aftermath of the grenfell tower fire vs manchester and London bridge. Because apparently voicing the discrepancy i saw on Twitter counts as racism. But I'm not sure against whom???? White people? Cos it certainly wasn't criticising anyone else... like...erm...im white as a ghost so I thought maybe he thought I was going after the people of colour for some confusing reason??? (But honestly who the fuck does that?!)... and I briefly skimmed his Twitter and he's like retweeting the same shit i am so like...we're on the same side I think? So either he completely misunderstood my tweet or he's selectively engaged in the issues. (ie. He'll only agree and retweet when the criticism doesn't directly target him and his Aryan hooligan brethren.) Like I want to talk a lot more about this but I'm on mobile and i hate doing long ass serious posts using my stupid phone and it's fucking bonkers autocorrect. So in brief, and maybe I'm way off base cos really Twitter feeds can look different to different people, but my point is that in the IMMEDIATE aftermath, aka within 1-2 hours, and peaked not long after but was still very present 8 hrs later, the hashtags for both the MCR bombing and the London bridge/borough market attack were positively FLOODED with people offering their homes/sofas/beds/transport/ubers to victims and the displaced. Like at least 50% of the feed I saw was that. (That other half was terrorism speculation and islamophobia). It was amazing the outpouring of offers of shelter and support, no questions asked. "I have a free sofa if u need it. Happy to take you in! Dm me!!!" And that sorta stuff. Then.... yesterday. When I woke up like most of london, which was a good 5 hours after the fire started, I obvs was all over Twitter trying to get a handle on it. The news was on too. What I saw there was totally different in the tags. There was still a small proportion of islamophobia and terrorism speculation, but by and large it was "oh my thoughts and prayers go out to all the people in the fire". I would say at least 60% were "thoughts and prayers". The rest were places to donate clothes and food with a smattering of outspoken people calling bullshit and getting people woke about the reality of this (ie. The politics, racism and classism at work). I saw very, very few people offering shelter. In fact only 3 in my endless scrolling. At first I didn't recognise what was at work. But then as I saw the interviews and such on tv, it hit me. Primarily the victims of MCR and borough market were children and tourists, and predominately white and lower-to-upper middle class. They are the "innocent victims of a horrible terrorist crime!". And I'm not saying they weren't. The victims of the grenfell tower fire are predominantly black, brown, Muslim and/or working class, if not poor. Some are white too but they're the "chavs". It was council housing. It was interesting then to me that there had been such a massive outpouring of shelter offers then but people seemed to be suspiciously quiet when it came time to offer predominately poor, non-white people a place to sleep. Especially the white people who were all jumping at the chance to offer pointless "thoughts and prayers" but little else. THEY DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING PRAYERS. THEY NEED CLOTHES, FOOD, A BATH, AND A PLACE TO SLEEP THAT ISN'T THE FLOOR OF A GYMNASIUM WITH 500 OTHER PEOPLE! THEIR ENTIRE LIVES HAVE BURNT TO THE GROUND. THEY HAVE NO HOMES LEFT. They aren't momentarily displaced like the victims and those affected in the immediate aftermath of MCR and Borough attacks. They literally have nowhere to go anymore. And what was more interesting to me is that they are surrounded by really nice vacant properties and loads of airbnbs. Not to mention a shitload of richass white people. Like, I was staying in an airbnb flat in Chelsea not too far away that I know for a fact is vacant right now. There are people without homes 20 min away, and that flat is just sitting empty. (Now full disclosure, the reason it's empty is cos the boiler broke and it's not gonna get fixed anytime soon. But I dunno, if I had lost my whole life in a few hours, I'd be happy to stay in a nice flat even without hot water or heat. It's summer.) You certainly don't see anyone in Notting hill, Chelsea, Knightsbridge, or south Kensington on Twitter opening up their homes/sofas for their working class neighbours. Well, I didn't see any anyway. And that was my point that dude got so upset by. Like???? But it's my observations?????? And don't anyone dare tell me that this whole thing doesn't have a strong current of racism and classism at the root cause. And like I'm racist for calling out racism??? Or maybe I'm just racist for assuming that the reason there wasn't a flood of like offers was cos of the victims' race? I mean maybe there is something else at work preventing Londoners from offering shelter the same as they did a mere 12 days ago... Maybe it's just a bad coincidence. But it's all rather odd at any rate that suddenly nobody has a sofa to lend anymore. He said that I was "lying". Which I wasn't. That is literally what I saw on my Twitter when I searched latest and top for the hashtag. Maybe it shows up differently to different people but I'm not lying when I say i saw a torrent of shelter offers for the terror attacks but only 3 at the times I was on the fire hashtag. Like maybe hashtags show different things? He's in manchester and I was actually in Kensington. But then surely I should have more of the local help offered tweets, no? He claimed he saw a lot of offers of clothes, food and shelter. I saw lots of people tweeting about where to drop off donations of food and clothing. Yes. Lots of awareness of that. I also saw a lot of tweets praising Jaime Oliver for opening his restaurant to feed victims for free. I saw a few about EE offering up their shops/phones/tablets for free for victims and relatives to contact each other. I saw a few wonderful people offer things like diabetes medications and stuff that you may not even think of but for those with certain diseases it's really important. I saw a bunch of people thanking emergency services for their work. I saw a lot calling out other shops and businesses for NOT stepping up to donate and help, like Sainsburys. I saw people talking about the politics of this tragedy. I saw people complaining about the affected people talking about the politics. I saw Akala taking the lead in addressing the systemic causes of all of this. I saw a few assholes saying racist shit. And a few saying classist shit. And I saw tweet after tweet after tweet of thoughts and prayers and "my ❤ is with you london" rubbish. Oh golly thanks. My home has burnt down and my neighbours are dead but at least some 25 yr old white girl in Shoreditch feels a bit sad as she sits in her gentrified garden flat drinking craft microbrewery beer and watching OITNB on netflix. (Ooh hit a nerve? And yes I know not everyone else is in a position to help either and that is literally all they can do. But the discrepancy between those same people who were willing to open their doors to a victim of the London bridge attack and those willing to open their doors to victims of an attack by their own governments is appalling.) You know what I didn't see? Overwhelming floods of tweets for offers of a sofa to crash on, or a uber ride to a friend or family member's house from a stranger. I saw those on the nights of MCR and borough. And what made this worse is an interview I saw on the news with some of the victims and relief workers in the area. They were all saying that by and large, the majority of donations were coming from their own communities, not their so-called neighbours in Notting Hill or Chelsea, or the white hipsters in Shoreditch or the business suits at canary wharf. They were coming from other people of colour and other working class and poor people. The majority of offers of volunteering and food were from neighbouring churches, mosques, and community members, not the spoiled Chelsea brats. And certainly not from the landlord, council or property developers. So for every retweet of where to drop off food, clothes, bedding, baby stuff, etc. It was other disenfranchised people doing the actual work moreso than the people tweeting about it and not actually doing much. Now, a day later it's 80% politics, 19% donations, and still 1% offers of transportation and shelter. Actually I didn't see a single shelter offer just now after scrolling for a while but I'm playing it safe and not assuming there are none at all. They didn't suddenly find homes, you know. There's photos of where they're all sleeping. The floor. Of a sports complex. I've seen one tweet of the first named victim. I don't see his photo posted everywhere with outpouring of sympathy from across the board. Where is his front page story? http://www.itv.com/news/2017-06-15/victims-of-grenfell-tower-fire-disaster/ His name was Mohammad Alhajali. He was a Syrian refugee. Think about that for a second... I also don't see widely circulating appeals for missing children. There are missing children of colour. Just saw the one. Surely there are more. Why not more awareness being done? Because they weren't attending a concert but rather asleep in council housing? (I am honestly only going by Twitter and the #grenfelltower hashtag so maybe appeals are happening elsewhere.) I will say it seems like a lot more of the donations are coming in from outside of the communities so that's good. But let's not pretend that the response to this disaster isn't totally clouded with the same latent bias and discrimination that caused it in the first place. Okay so not so brief after all. But am I off base with my observations? Am I a lying racist? Honestly if i am, please let me know and how to fix my perspective.

[the-firebird69]

Trump exposes his racism towards Jewish people? No it's a religion, plenty of Macs are Jews. It's also about heritage your kindxs makes stick no matter what.

Racism as he says Jews but means Russians. You can't tell but we can. He has it in for us you see so we hit him, all if them that go to Russia. No room here for you Trump, none, we do have him talk he is oxiginating using it. We have fed him adequately with all your inane interference to cut yourselves down.

He gets shot today a lot, and tonight.

Wherever his character is.

And him the whole crew.

Jews this Jews that, all day.

Saying Russians are not loyal to his ppl Macs implying all Americans support him.

And I'm your bud Macs as I bury you on the other line.

Every night here, I'm tired of being the only motivated one. Well I see. Alone your race ashambkes still the underdog and worse but I've lost ppl.

I've lost everyone I've ever seen and known here to these Mac fools. All are dead.

We see that but we're them. Before

Any and all kids... Thusfar here out of wedlock are never mine

We get that.

I'm in charge yiursxare my charge.

Of course I saw people who could have been ours die. Similar... Your right but I try to save them each and every time as you do

But I've never seen us die, wouldn't know either here.

Nope. So they say it a lot to me. Finally I see your point my dad's my dad, he died.

Over and over. And I hear this "what is it Father what did they finally see it's so ugly here"

They saw you whimpering about it. Finally said this get him out or else. We heard it too. Or else. We whipped around he said it now we see you, they hear them say what to make him so mad..?

He's next. All the time.

Then heard you. You gotta be shifting me I'm in this hellhole crap, did anyone notice?

Welet the smart find it they did. Time travelers travel. It's good. Real good.

And we hear you.

He doesn't want anymore of this wrangling yiu do, you make it seem so absurd then they do.

We heard you. Ok over the top.

You sent stuff everywhere we see why now they are relentless at coming back right now collect eggs from all here, we come in get them feed our Kaiju with them and other goodies.

We use you all for thier food tonight they are hungry after a day in the sun working the constantly moving wall. We make two sets all over and install one leap frog based on final size.

Or need elsewhere, then it's safer you rodents.

It hurts doesn't it to be left out but you know why. Some didn't.

So we see it's constant abuse. Moreover and work just to stay here, way too hard.

Arduous hours for a young man.

We agree, we finish them.

It's us doing it, you know, but your right they have you here, ruined themeselves out of idiocy.

Good

Announced it told ppl. Then houses started moving but one. Enough to see we needed that ok. You do too yes

Yes. They keep me here express they intend to and knew about the houses.

Yes they did intended to as well

We need to double our system, keep up with it. Hire ppl to manage it.

You call them every day heroes as your dad was to you in a way. Every day got up to a regular job as ghwb was to you and gwb. Worked for a living not drive around harrassing for stuff I've never done and don't as proven

Ghwb took tons on vs Trump who has him do it sorta and threatens his rhealm to ashes.

PS no Kaiju in the wastelands only us where the walls are whine all you want your losers lack skill to handle animals

Jews all the time finally hit the mark

They fall too from telling you other things you like to hear guess so

Ours learned this. We could be you regardless if color or size or power, it hit hard as you didn't like the building. Hated the concept thinking it wierd. Death all around here outside next door bones and them dissolve hauled off frozen etc. Then I'm in a goulag or bario

So they laugh all of its a bario

And we laugh back he says I made it that way as you turned my life into hell. Enjoy we say you asshole Macs HV low tolerance vs him and forgieners, and you do. Spoiled rotten too.

He learned this, I'm being tortured by these, I want out

He says this, it's life if we lose... This is life with them. I assigned it to someone, Michael, one of the greatest assignments, who better than to run my Armies but Michael who is rich with this knowledge, how to tap this educate ours and reach Thor, our war hardened very intelligent sharp as diamonds edges... Than my Father Michael.

It's aweful work but you do it

He's better we see how.

Moved all thier buildings setup Krakow and others new same though same hill too, here, near here.

So we let Justin rot he always gets it on him. We remove him now and them.

We show you how. Did.

Now we see them. Good finally

First you all. Go to prison in real authentic Holocaust era concentration camps and our control.

They say this so what we. Wanted. It.

And we say gosh don't have to tell you what u win. Free bus ride.

Go there, concentrate you mentality I'll losers, on each other. Be annoying as hell, smell the perfume.

Then we hear this, stop jibing us... And stuff. Show us.

We say this. No. But we invite you now to old Town Bradenton, a few buildings were in town Bradenton that is.

We moved them. We added flowers bushes and more w cgi to our tourist town, he does it as he's a spy.

We send you post cards now, tomorrow with full brochures to show our skill, uup he says nope, only to newbirs

We agree

Not even for a few hours your such pains in the ass.

We hear it loud now

How much of this shit are we going to take.

We hear it all day now like Michael... Due to his announcement of his idea.

You idiots planned this but fmdont get it so it's way over the top.

I see his point too it helps.

Eases any pain from it, puts hair on the chest fire in the belly

Thir

Michael

Zues

Hera

Bitol

Freya and Thor

Michael and wife

Olympus

https://www.cnn.com/2019/08/20/politics/donald-trump-jewish-americans-democrat-disloyalty/index.html

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Taiwan February 2017

Hi is it I’m going to post something about brent again. My tumblr has nothing left but my obsession with that guy HAHAHA. Waiting for the day I walk out to something or someone better ;)

But meanwhile i’m glad this time in taipei didn’t end in such a shit way like last time (screw you asshole woman). Anyway I took 3.5 days leave because I really wanted a holiday on top of the events - which was a good choice because I escaped a really huge debris-clearing operation at Pulau Ubin. Planned to drop by Hsinchu to eat the hsinchu beehoon & visit NTHU but ya changed my mind at the airport because i couldnt imagine myself lugging the 7kg backpack AND a 3kg DSLR lens throughout so i decided to make my way directly to Changhua where my accommodation was. Found lockers at taoyuan station so I walked around a bit and ate beef noodles in an attempt to feed myself well during the trip (end up I still survived on convenience stores after that). It was then to my horror that there were no seats left on the southbound train so I had to stand throughout the 2hours journey....self reminder to book early next time.

Already dark when I reached Changhua and I went to dump my barangs at the hostel. I don’t like winters because it turns dark so early and I feel like the days are all shortened urgh. I was on budget as usual so I got a dormitory and everyone else had already checked in leaving me with the highest bunk in which I had difficulty getting my things up........... I ate the Pesto sauce spaghetti from 7-11 for dinner and shopped my whole night away at Guangnan. Oh yeah not forgetting me trying to order iced milk tea without ice. Went back to hostel early cos there was absolutely nothing to do in that ulu town (I am visiting only because it is one of the few towns left which I haven’t been to) and I hid at my top bunk scrolling my phone (tindering) while the dorm mates who were kids chirped away about their upcoming art exam. I totally couldn’t blend but no one gave a shit.

Day 2 I left the dorm at 10+am because I was waiting for all the mates to leave first in order to minimize interaction. Yes I am socially awkward af. Well I still had ample time to visit the few attractions at changhua, okay actually I only planned to visit the fan-shaped train garage & the eight trigrams mountain. Got to the foot of the mountain via U-bike, cycling like the roads were my grandfather’s and I climbed the shit up expecting a nice view which I didn’t get. Basically no shit there it was like a place for the retired to chill but I was quite fascinated by the beware of tree branches signs. The fan-shaped garage was much more touristy, not too bad.

Took a train up to taichung then and had to transfer a few buses to my accom near fengjia because the bus frequencies were so abnormal. One thing I like about being in taichung is that the bus trips are almost always free hehe. Anyway I really liked my accomm here cos it’s those capsule rooms and it is perfect for socially awkward individuals like laoniang me. Went to dimdimsum’s taichung branch (actually I don’t know why I still go there because I already have nothing left with the boss) and ordered boluo baos which I waited until I grew mould for. I was honestly quite annoyed because I had to rush to the other venue for xiaoyu’s musical. Haha I really enjoyed it because I just chilled at the last row of the cheapest section drinking my heated can of maixiang. Felt a tinge of regret over the poor seat location cos I couldnt see the stage clearly when Yu made his appearance in ONLY boxers. He was probably the least professional out of the rest but it was good enough I guess. After that I went back to fengjia night market, ate my frozen banana which got me shivering, one chicken roll and a cup of red bean milk. I think the night market is starting to lose its appeal to me hmmms. Walked back along the cold deserted streets and I was actually scared for a while because I suddenly recalled the incident in which the little girl’s head got chopped off ._. 

Saturday - I really didn’t want to leave the capsule but I did and made my way up to Taipei. Bloody bus frequencies didnt match so I had to walk a distance to chaoma station with my barangs ._. kns. And my neck was aching terribly on the bus I couldn’t sleep. Met Mans at bannan line starbucks and she was exclaiming about a random guy sitting opposite who looked like po-chen LOL wtf. I swear I have a phobia of crowds and the book fair was the epitome of it gtfo people. Lol the event was damn stupid we just watched people going on stage to take photos. And we realised we kinda overestimated the abilities of our DSLR lens from this. Also I have to mention that I was very suay because we were rotting away at the entrance for so long and during that short 5 minutes I left for the toilet to clear my contacts from my watering eyes the boys arrived and I missed it all hahahaha congratulations to myself.

There were so many people queueing at Miramar that night already -.- the extent of overnight queueing in TW is so much worse than SG’s. I might consider doing this few years back, but at my age now I don’t fancy sacrificing my sleep shivering in the cold. I fancy a soft bed with warm covers and plenty of rest ;) went to shihlin to get food and there were firecrackers everywhere AND the horrific weekend crowds. Oh right I forgot to describe how we couldnt access our accomm at XMD because there was the TW version of chingay going on and the roads were all blocked and the places were all jammed with people ARGH thus we had to loop a really huge circle to get back.

Anyway the big day and I was tasked with buying all the books since my bias wasnt gonna be at the airport. It was an APOCALYPSE when the mall doors opened at 11am. Should be quite a sight, probably something like train from busan. Anyway skip all the complications and we got the books. Actually don’t even need to queue since there were leftovers. We just cut into some random row before the event started and it wasnt too bad, got a pretty acceptable view with the stools, albeit slightly too at the side. Which actually isnt a bad thing because you can be more certain the 鏡頭照s are yours and not mistaken from some other fan similarly concentrated in the middle of the sardine can. Ok I seldom praise him (from the bottom of my heart, I always tell lies when I post on fansite HAHA sorry) but he really looks good in the suit *v* I am damn sorry I was lost for words and didnt reply appropriately when he asked if I looked forward to his china show HAHAHAHA my true self revealed. but i really might just not watch it lolzers. didn’t say much despite going up stage 2 times but its ok i’m decently satisfied that he still recognises this poor lupsup overseas fan and looked genuinely happy on stage, thanks <3 好久不見了我也開心謝謝你

That was one whole day gone and the books were heavy AF no kidding. I enjoyed some solitude with my beer that night and wtf i actually woke up early enough to make it to the airport. If not for the possibility of mj flying and xj coming back i’d be sleeping until check-out time TT and turns out he didnt fly but i had fun being a paparazzi. Haha back to town to do some last minute buys and eat DDX - met ahwei there and I admit i was quite excited but... he has a wife now and that changes things hmm. Then back to airport again for our own flight, didn’t get to see jaydaone and exceeded flight baggage weight tmd. Just wanted to get home because i had to work tomorrow. **** working life . I need another holiday again. Till next time.

Miss you my boy HAHA wtf gonna be single forever at this rate