#polysci and shit

[vilf-lover]

what are you guys gonna do when classes start back up and i cant be unfathomably hilarious and hot and intelligent as often

:,(( i’m so sorry

[karaonasi]

Playing Games

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I recently played the Keyframes VN demo and can’t get the character Percy out of my head—well, when Baxter Ward isn’t occupying it.

I’ve been reading the dev blog of Q&A’s to glean what I can about him. So a few days ago I was playing with some ideas about what friendship with him might look like prior to any chance of romance with him.

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“Come in!” came the voice from the one occupied bedroom in the dorm suite. Kimmi let herself in, making her way toward the unmistakable gaming sounds coming from the room with the open door.

“I thought we were gonna study, Pretty Boy,” she teased, setting down her book bag by the door.

Percy braved a glance up from the screen with a bright, flirty smile. “Hey Dutchess. Do we ever study when we make plans to--oh shit!” he returned his attention quickly back to the game.

Kimmi snorted and circled closer so she could get a view of the TV screen. “Going old school, huh Tozaki?” She laughed, watching the screen go red before growing dark. “Shouldn’t you be better at this game by now?”

From the side, she could see his dark eyes roll. “It’s the Legends Edition. So not that old. And I’m trying Insanity Mode.”

“Why?” She asked, climbing onto the bed but far enough to give him some space.

He shrugged though he was still biting his bottom lip in concentration. “Better than studying Organic Chem?”

She laughed. “You got me there. I’ll take PolySci over that any day. Who you planning on romancing?” she asked, changing the subject. She knew there was no way of stopping Percry from procrastinating when he had his mind set on it--no matter how easy-going he pretended to be.

“Mass Effect One: Lia--dammit!” his screen went from red to black again.

She laughed. “Just go normal mode. You know you want the story more than the tactics anyway.”

“And you just want the romances--correction. Romance. Singular, Miss Casual Mode.”

“Yup,” she replied, complete with a pop to her pronunciation of the P.

He sighed. “Fine…” He re-loaded the game and toggled the difficulty setting. “Happy?”

Kimmi smirked. “No. But I would be if~~”

Percy’s eyes rolled a second time. “Fine. Go ahead.”

“Like you hate it,” she teased, scrambling up and kneeling behind him on the bed to play with his hair.

“Ah! That’s better!” he sighed dramatically, leaning back against her.

“I wasn’t volunteering to be your gaming chair, Scooter Boy.”

“Awww, Princess, you should feel blessed to be under me.”

Kimmi let out an undignified snort. “As if, fuq boi.” She smacked him lightly in the back of the head. When he relented and returned to sitting, she repositioned herself, pulling out his hair tie and running her fingers through the shaggy layers of his black hair. She laughed when she noticed the ‘paused” indicator flash on the screen as her companion let out a soft sigh.

“What was I saying again?” he asked as she teased out the edges that framed his face. While he played, they continued to banter about romances: Kimmi teasing him for sleeping his way through the galaxy and Percy teasing her about her faithful devotion to one LI through the series of games. All the while her fingers worked a french braid into her friend’s thick hair.

Until the door opened with a noisy chorus of voices entering the common room of the suite.

“Perse?!” Elios’s voice called out.

“I see Kimmi’s bag, she must be here too,” Deja’s voice added.

Without letting go of the almost-finished braid, Kimmi leaned over his shoulder, flashing an impish grin. “Wanna mess with them?” she murmured just loud enough for him to hear. Percy answered with a mischievous smirk of his own.

“Hurry, get it back on, Babe!” he stage whispered loudly enough for the next room to hear and handed her the hair tie.

“My hands are kinda…busy, Percy,” she said with feigned urgency as she carefully twisted the hair tie around the end of his new braid and gave it a little pat.

“Uh--We’ll be out in a minute!” Percy called out.

The room beyond went silent.

Then broke out into hurried half-whispering.

“Since when have they…um…”

“Do we dare check--”

“No!” Several voices shouted at once.

“I don’t want to know.” That last one was definitely Jamie’s voice.

Kimmi and Percy’s foreheads lightly clunked together as they struggled to keep their laughter silent--which ultimately failed, the two falling over onto the bed in loud peals of mirth…to the great relief of their friends.

Except for Jamie who truly didn’t care one way or the other.

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[iamthepulta]

today the politics gremlin got me. wishing I majored in polysci and feeling abject despair about our current government doing anything competent at all despite everyone collectively losing their shit.

[prynnehesters]

i genuinely need to pump this out bcuz i saw a reddit thread abt which bg3 character would be the best college roommate and im like, thinking about the types of roommates they'd be lmaoo

gale

has tara as an esa. sometimes she goes to class w him, other times she's free to wander in the woods or whatever. a lot of neighbors know her

math major

probably works as a tutor/librarian/does some research

goes to bed early

constantly at school

goes out to pub trivia once a month

can cook/hosts dinner parties sometimes, but has some snacks he is weirdly anal about you not touching

if he were to experience being broken up with, it's a week of crying, eating ice cream, and listening to pop divas

snores

wyll

education major

involved w the student council, does a lot of volunteering, coaches kids soccer

goes out to parties every weekend, occasionally gets into trouble

brings back weird people sometimes

wakes up early to go work out (has a consistent schedule)

astarion

prelaw (either polysci, compsci, or theatre major who hates theatre kids)

basically never in the room (comes back after you're asleep/leaves before you wake up)

has a wacky schedule

your stuff disappears (can be money, food, etc)

gets into some shady shit

not fully aware of how loud he is sometimes

will throw a weird party once in a while

halsin

geology major

probably works at a climbing gym

chill af

really good at communication (texts you if he needs something or if you need to expect something from him)

gone most weekends (either home, camping, hiking, or uh, something else)

brings back a lot of people (but always warns you beforehand)

karlach

communications major

probably a student athlete

smokes cigarettes

goes out and parties often

will be your wingman

sometimes sends cryptic texts with lots of emojis

probably a metalhead

shadowheart

very religious (probably changes from Christianity to paganism in university)

has a little shrine in her area that she's protective over

probably brought a lot of stuffed animals

listens to scary music, goes to a lot of underground shows

has a lot of suitors she has to turn down cuz she's waiting till marriage lmao (until she meets the one)

probably has periods where she won't leave the room, but otherwise eh

english major

lae'zel

kinesiology major

strict routine

will criticize you if something's not to her liking or if you don't do something well enough/clean something enough

international student

probably has someone over several times a week

also goes out on weekends (but you never know what she does)

minthara

business major

knows where all the shady shit is

gets involved in shady shit

probably had to bail her out a few times, but she never learns lol

she's probably gonna take over her parents company, nothing really matters to her lol (in college just to party)

talks in her sleep

you basically have to do all chores around the apartment cuz she always claims to be busy

jaheira

biology major

straight forward about expectations, nothing too crazy tbh

probably has a safe that's highly guarded

idk she seems alright. i feel like she has a pretty lenient schedule ngl

minsc

dropped out of uni/in local community college

boo is a service animal

you have to bail him out every weekend cuz he never learns and gets involved in weird shit

[moku-youbi]

Does anyone have any links to resources about running for office? Like, how to research what local offices might need filling/be most important though often overlooked/could be flipped, etc? I'm not exactly anyone ideal candidate, but I look at all these Trump nuts filling offices, and it feels like I've got to try to do something. And idk if I have a shot in hell, but I grew up in a very politically active family (gpa was 4th ward chairman, city council president and ran for mayor, other gpa was friends with Ross perot 😭 yeah, I was used as a cute door to door campaigner for the other side as a kid...) And I was passionate about it as a young adult. I actually started college as a polysci major...but after running my school's mock election as the Gore campaign manager in 00, then working at the local democratic headquarters during the Kerry run, I was burnt out and disillusioned about politics. But I feel like if those of us that have this passion don't do something, we're all gonna be fucked.

So please, point me in the right direction so I can start to figure my shit out...

[allwhoponder]

Elections in America is absolutely hell.

I'm decidedly not a fan of either political party, and I want nothing more than to contribute to the destruction of the two party system and it's horrendously abusive grip on American politics.

But both parties have a gun to the head of America at large and no matter who wins or who loses, the third party voters will always be to blame for the terrible things that the new president will no doubt inflict because "Oh if they'd voted for the other candidate this wouldn't be happening."

It's gotten to the point that so many people hate both parties but won't even discuss third party candidates. The fear of allowing whichever candidate they hate most to win won't allow America to win by actually having people without sketchy shit in their history in the running.

I used to be a PolySci major and the state of American Politics is so depressing and hopeless it made me drop out of college for a good while.

[bigmouthlass]

Title:  Stops Along The Way, Exit 3

Series: Holler Me Home, part 7

Author:  BJ

Fandom:  Supernatural

Rating:  Mature

Pairing:  Dean Winchester/You, Dean Winchester/Reader

Synopsis: Short scenes from the 'Holler Me Home' AU series. Slices of life as a perspective Winchester, as You and Dean try to figure out the whole relationship thing.

Tags:  Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, ABO, Omegaverse, AU, Dean Winchester, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega You, Omega Reader, Sam Winchester, Alpha Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Omega Mary Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Kelly Kline, Housebreaking Sam And Dean,

AN:   Domesticity, Winchester style. Or what's a girl to do when she moves in with her not-entirely-housebroken lover and his brother? All recognizable intellectual properties are owned by their respective creators and holders of any copyrights or trademarks. This is a not-for-profit work of fan art and protected by Fair Use.

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Chapter 1

AN: UMC is Upper Middle Class-- see Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band, 'Live Bullet.'

It's morning and the good guys are dressed in grundies and assembled around the map table.  A carafe of hot coffee and a box of donuts sit on the table.  "Here's what I don't get," you say, polishing off the last chocolate creme and relishing the sweet.

"What don't you get?" Dean asks.

You frown at the evidence board set up with everything your collective brain trust knows so far about Kelly Kline and Nephilim Kline.  "Kelly's a UMC polysci major from Lexington, Virginia.  How the hell is she staying off the grid?"

"You know," Dean says, "that's a wonderful question."

"Pays cash, lays low, keeps moving," Sam says, not looking up from his notebook.

"Yeah but how does she know how to do that?" you wonder out loud.  "I didn't learn how to ride the underclass until Peg showed me how."

"She's got a point," Dean says.  "Living cash only's expensive, especially these days.  Just about everywhere requires some form of plastic."

"Guys I know that," Sam says.  "I already checked anybody she might've gone to for cash.  Came up dry."

You blow out a breath.  "I'm a terrible person for hoping like hell she miscarried aren't I?"

"You're excused, all things considered," Castiel says over the phone.

"Oh thanks Cas, that makes me feel so much better."

"Guys!" Sam snaps.  "Can we not bitch and moan for ten goddamn minutes?  I mean it, my brain hurts."

"Sorry," you mutter.

"Sorry Sam," Cas says.  "I just called on Dr. Dykstra.  He and his wife are doing well.  Mrs. Dykstra asked me to thank Sam for recommending Melanie.  She said speaking to her has been very helpful."

"That's good," you say, relieved.  "Call us back if you find something."

"Of course."

"Watch your back Cas," Dean says.

"Always."  Cas disconnects.

You accept a cup of coffee from Dean.  Hot and sweet, it blasts the last of the fog out of your brain.  “Ah, that’s good,” you sigh.  “Thanks babe.”

“No problem sweetheart."

You’re finishing the dregs in the cup when you notice Dean staring at you.  “What?”

“Nothing,” he says, like he’s just snapped out of something.

“Whaaaat?  What?”

“Seriously, nooooothing," he drawls, with that twinkle that says it's very fucking far from nothing.

"That's not your Nothing face," you say.

"Really?  What kind of face is this?" he asks.

You mime a pouty smirk.  "That's your naughty face."

"Oh shit, you're on to me," Dean sighs.  He takes your lips in a kiss, one of those kisses that starts with a soft caress and ends two days later.  Sam groans, and without breaking the kiss you and Dean both flip him off.

Sadly it doesn't get past the soft caress.  "Aht-hem!"

You and Dean break apart on a mutual cuss.  A stocky man, average height, close-cropped dark hair and beard, dressed in a meticulously tailored black suit, pours himself a cup of coffee from the carafe on the table.  "Good morning, Moose, Squirrel."

"This had better be really fucking important," Dean says.

The stranger -- how the hell did he get past, well, everything? -- smirks.  "Didn't think you were in the habit of bringing your conquests home with you. "

You scent.  Demon.  But the guys aren't freaking out.  If anything, they're annoyed.  Your memory coughs up a picture of the same face bent over an obnoxiously garnished fruity drink as Dean slams back shots and molests the cocktail waitresses.  "Mister Crowley, I presume."

The King of Hell gives you a little salute with his cup.  "Enchanted."  You curl your lip in a mocking little not-smile.  "I'm sure--" he takes a sip and makes a face, "God, what do you make this out of?  Road tar?"

"The asphalt gives it body," you snipe.  "Is there a reason for the house call?  Normal people text first.”

"I'm sure your darling here planned on contacting me with some very important news but I figured as long as I was in the neighborhood I'd drop by and we'd discuss it in person.  So if you'll run along--"

"No," you and Dean say together.  "She knows about Satan's love child," Dean clarifies.  "Anything you can say to me you can say to her.  Get used to it."

Rolling his eyes, Crowley sits.  Like he has a right to.  Jesus.  "Since all the data I currently possess indicates the nephilim is still alive, I can only presume its mother is still missing."

"You presume correctly," you say.

"I see.  Since this infant potentially has the power to annihilate us all, might I suggest finding her should be the only item on your priority list?"

"You're striking out too, huh," you say.  "Well as my daddy's fond of saying, my little asshole just puckers up and bleeds."

"She's right," Dean says.  "You've got, what, a couple thousand demons topside?  Plus however many more cooking in Hell?  You shouldn't need our help to track down a pregnant chick on the run."

"I'm more interested to know what your plans are once you find her," Crowley says.  "If our lovely Miss Kline intended to end her pregnancy, she would have done so by now.  And yet, the nephilim lives."

That iron box is still there, and you put your heart away again.  "We'll do whatever we have to," you tell Crowley.

Sam looks at you in surprise, and fear too.  "That's not what you were saying earlier."

"As opposed to what the angels will do to her once they find her?" Crowley says.  "They'll atomize her, mother and infant both."

"No shit," you say.  "So what're you proposing as an alternative?  Because unless we can figure out a way to hobble the kid's powers we can't let him live.  It's too great a risk."

"Ah.  And how, exactly, does one ‘hobble’ the powers of a celestial being?  One sired by an archangel, and not just any archangel, but Lucifer, himself?" asks Crowley.

"You tell me," you say.  "You're more of an expert on magic than any of us good guys."

"Huh," Crowley says, and he looks intrigued.  "Don't suppose you yahoos have the Angel tablet tucked away somewhere."

"Smashed," Sam says.  "And the angels aren't going to put it back together for this."

"No, not when there's a much simpler solution," Crowley says, still with that thoughtful look.  "Ironic when I'm the humane one."

"Strange days have found us," you say.  "Now if you don't mind I'm not accustomed to receiving guests in my nightclothes."

"Gratifying to see your taste in companions has ticked upwards a few notches," Crowley tells Dean, and with a quiet pop of collapsing air he's gone.

Naughty Dean has left the bunker.  "What're you doing?"

You sigh.  "If Crowley thinks he can gain more by letting Kelly live, it reduces the chances he'll tell his minions to shoot on sight."

"Reserving that privilege for yourself?"

"Jesus Christ," you say, backing off from Dean in a hurry.  "I'm trying to buy us some time, fucknuts!  Kelly got pregnant . . . when, mid-October-ish?  Puts her due date sometime in July.  That gives us six months to come up with a workable alternative to murdering a fucking infant-- something the other players on the board will not hesitate to do."

"All right all right all right, simmer down.  I'm sorry, okay?"

You pull in a breath and let it out on an eight-count.  "Right now the last thing we need is anybody working to cross-purposes.  Bad enough we're having to stay ahead of the angels."  A thought occurs to you.  "How is Kelly staying under the radar if she's not warded?  I mean, mystical-wise?  Cas told me he had to graffiti you and Sam up to keep the angels from finding you guys."

"You know," Sam says, "that's a damn good question."  The thought occurs to all three of you at the same time.  "You don't think it's the kid is it?"

"You got a better explanation?  According to everything we know about her there's no way she'd know enough spellcraft to figure out that degree of warding on her own."  You start pacing.  "You've gone through all the information we have about nephilim, right?"

"Yeah, and in the process figured out we don't have all that much information about nephilim," Sam says.

"We could start with why they're taboo to begin with," you say.  "Is it just a matter of raw power?  Or is it something else?  Because if it's something else, maybe that broadens our options a little."

"How?" Dean asks.

"I don't know, I haven't gotten that far in my reasoning," you admit.  "What did Crowley mean by Angel tablet?"

Sam explains about God's little Easter eggs.  "We have the Demon and Leviathan tablets in storage.  Cas smashed the Angel tablet because another angel was tapping into its power.  Last he knew the pieces were in Heaven."

"Is there a Nephilim tablet?"

Sam opens his mouth, but then he closes it.  "I don't know."

"Well how do we find out?" you ask.

"We stole the Leviathan tablet from Dick Roman," Dean says, "and Crowley was sitting on the Demon tablet.  The Angel tablet was stashed in one of Lucifer's crypts."

"Could the angels be sitting on it?"

"Don't think so," Dean says.  "The tablets weren't meant for the angels to sit on."

"I'll call Donatello and see if he knows anything about a Nephilim tablet," Sam says.  "If it exists, and if we could find it in time, and if it has something we could actually use.  That isn't even a straw to grasp."

"Right," you concede.  "Doesn't change Priority One."

"Find Kelly," Dean wraps it up.

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Chapter 2

Sam walks in as you're setting up the camera.  "Hey! What'cha up to?"

"Shh!" You glance down at your phone. "Do me a favor. Stand right in front of the island."

Bemused, Sam shuffles to the indicated spot. You lower the center of focus to account for the height difference-- there. Perfect. "Thanks."

"No problem. What's going on?"

"Kodak moment incoming. Remember when I had to go out this morning?" At Sam's yeah, you get the package out of the fridge. "Birthday presents."

An apprehensive look crosses Sam's face. "Um . . . he really hates it when--"

"I know, I know, the idea of a surprise party probably frosts his balls. That's why we're leaving out the party part and making the surprise as low-key as we can get away with." You line the box with frozen cold packs just in case Dean's a little late getting up in the morning and use a Sharpie to scribble a note on the underside of the lid. Christmas is for gag gifts in between whatever case is being worked that day. You are not going to treat Dean's birthday that way. Sam's neither, when it comes around. You've already got his present picked out, a first edition of Helter Skelter signed by Vincent Bugalosi.

Sam's eyes go wide when you gently extract the package contents. "Where did you get that?"

"Special order from Arnie's back home. We also have," you get out another box, about the size of your palm, "treats, from this artesian chocolatier in Fruitland." You open the box to show an assortment of chocolate truffles.

"You're a genius," Sam tells you with a smile. "Dean's gonna love those."

A slicer, saucer and fork completes the set, and you write FOR DEAN on the box. With a giggle, you write underneath in tiny letters, (not booby trapped).

Later, you and Sam huddle over your phone watching the camera feed. Dean shuffles into the kitchen in his robe and pours himself a cup of coffee. He's all half-lidded eyes and hedgehog hair. It's so goddamned adorable, you have to chew your lips to keep the stupid grin off your face.

As his brain absorbs the first hit of caffeine, Dean turns and notices the stuff on the island. You zoom in close enough to see his face scrunch up in confusion. On top of your box sits another box, this one wrapped in Tasmanian Devil wrapping paper and FROM SAM on the tag. Snatching it up, Dean rips the paper like a five year old on Christmas morning. The look of sheer delighted surprise when he pulls out a pair of big furry slippers with felt claws and tiger stripes makes you thank God you'd set up the camera. "That is too damn cute."

Sam laughs a little, the delight on Dean's face finding its reflection in his. It makes them look more like brothers than anything else you've seen, makes them beautiful. On impulse, you give Sam a one-armed hug. Sam goes still in surprise for a second, but then his arm goes around your shoulders and he squeezes you back. Sam gives the best hugs. Someone should always be hugging him.

Dean sets the tiger slippers aside and examines your box. He touches it and frowns at the cold. Carefully, he lifts the lid and his face goes loose in surprise. His eyes flick side-to-side as he reads what you wrote--

Best of both worlds-- it's a cake AND it's a pie!

(with bonus chocolate)

Happy Birthday!

With every bit the care and reverence it deserves, Dean lifts the fudge-covered cheesecake out of the box, sets it on the island, and cuts himself a slice. Sam holds a finger to his lips and the two of you creep towards the kitchen. The noises Dean's making are downright pornographic, he's making you blush. "Play it cool," you whisper in Sam's ear, and he nods.

"Morning," Sam says, going for the coffeepot and pouring himself a cup.

"Morning," you echo. "Hey-- do we have any of the Raisin Nut Bran left?"

Dean, half his slice already gone and a faint smear of fudge on his lips, looks at you both with wide eyes. He looks . . . childlike, almost. Vulnerable. Lost. It really breaks you heart sometimes, of all the horror Dean faces as a matter of course, it's simple everyday affection that knocks his internal compass askew. "Where did you get this?" he demands.

You tell him the same thing your mother told you when asked that question, "Birthday lizard. You'd better share though, or it's double the calories."

"Yeah! Yeah, go ahead, damn," Dean sputters.

Grinning, Sam sets his coffee cup down and grabs Dean in a fierce hug. You fetch more saucers and forks. The guys need their moment, and you're okay with waiting your turn.

Your turn comes that evening. You flip on your bedroom light and there's Dean, stretched out on the bed, arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed at the ankle. He's wearing a black cowboy hat tilted down over his eyes Indy Jones Taking A Nap style, his new fuzzy tiger slippers . . . and nothing else.

"This my thank you for the cheesecake?" you ask.

Dean tips the hat to uncover his eyes and grins at you. Full of promises, and he spends the night making good on all of them.

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Chapter 3

"Hey beautiful,” Dean says as you march in, your hands full of mail and your head full of thunder. He does a little side-step and sweeps you into his arms.

“Not now Dean,” you shove him off.

“Aw come on babe,” he pouts and kisses your neck.

“Let go of me!”  You twist out of his arms and march down the hall.

“Hey wait--” Dean yells your name, jogging to pace you.  You keep marching.  No way you’re going to fall apart in front of him.  That piece of your pride you will keep, thank you very much.  You make it to your room with just enough time to slam the door and lock it in his face.

Dean pounds on the door, demanding answers.  “Back off Dean!” you yell and turn on the Rammstein to underline your point.  Morgenstern, ach sheine, auf as Auntliz mein . . .

“What the hell?” you hear Sam ask Dean.

“I don’t know, man, she’s not talking.”

Sam considers. “ECS?” he whispers.

“Maybe?” Dean whispers back.

“FUCK YOU WINCHESTER!”  Before they can ask, you add, “BOTH OF YOU!!!”

You hold it back until you’re sure they’re both gone, bury your face in a pillow, and let the snot fly.  You’re such an idiot.  When you spied an envelope in the stack made out in dad’s distinctive block printing, oh God the hope.  Maybe . . . maybe he’d grown . . . maybe seeing you happy with someone . . . maybe knowing you were still trying to live your life in a way that would make your kinfolk proud . . . maybe he’d remember you’d been his kittycat once and you still loved him.

But instead.

Why you expected different, better, you don’t know. Why it hurts so much, you don’t know that either.  “Fuck you dad,” you whisper into your pillow between sobs, “I can’t go the rest if my fucking life hurt because I can’t make Daddy proud of me.”  It sounds good in your head but not from your crybaby slut mouth.  It sounds needy.  It sounds weak.

You snivel, hating yourself just that little bit more with each tear.  When the tears run out you lie, an inert log of nothing.  Drawback to living underground like a fucking troll; when you regain yourself enough to wonder what time it is, it’s one in the morning, you want a drink, and you do not want company.

You wait, laying on your bed.  Feet, Dean’s feet, shuffle to a stop in front of your door and there’s a soft double-tap of a knock.  You bite your lips.  Dean doesn’t need to see you like this, sniveling with your daddy issues.  You hear a sigh, then the door to Dean’s room opens and shuts.  A waft of his scent curls under your nose, stinging a bit with irritation. Intense irritation, for it to show up in his scent like that.

You keep still until you hear his breathing go slow and snorty.  Then, quietly, you creep out of your room.  Leaving a note on the coffee maker, you bundle up and hike to the RV park.

The Wild Turkey 101’s still in its hiding place in the closet.  At least here you can have your pity-party in private.

Plus the post-pity-party hangover, you think as you dry-heave yourself back to consciousness the next morning.  As you’re rinsing your mouth out, you hear Baby pull up outside and swear yourself the rest of the way awake.

Dean pounding on the door yelling for you goes through your fragile skull like a rifle bullet.  “Get your shit and get out here! We got a case!”

“Fuck you and everybody who looks like you Winchester,” you snarl under your breath.

“I heard that!  Let’s go!  Hurry up!”

Grabbing a baseball cap and shutting off the RVs engine, you squint your eyes almost shut and damn near fall down through the door.  Oh fucking great, this would be a day Mary decides to drop by for a job.  Relations with the potential future mother-in-bond’re gonna be real warm after this.

Dean scowls.  “Are you gonna be okay to work or are you too drunk?”

“Well gee I dunno, why don’t you tell me, Mister I Get My Liquor By Case Lot?” you snap.  “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

Your hangover does not improve, and neither does your disposition.  The case, a straightforward haunting, doesn’t help. It doesn’t burn off enough energy, and the dead boxer gets a few licks in before the fire catches.  “It’s not broken,” you foghorn, slapping Dean’s hand away as he reaches for your bloody nose.

“All right, all right, Jesus!”

“Will you two knock it off?” Mary snaps.  “You’re both acting like children!”

“What,” you yell as Dean hangs his head like the dyed-in-the-wool mama’s boy he is, “gives you the right to speak that way to me?  Unlike Bugs and Daffy here I am not your fucking child.”

Dean snaps.  “That's enough,” he orders, using Alpha voice.  “Go wait in the car.”

You sit in the backseat for a good twenty frigid minutes, fuming.  When you get back to the bunker you apologize and Mary accepts, with the cold formality that says plainer than day neither of you means a word of it.

Things thaw out over the course of the next few days, with normal service more or less resumed by the end of that week.  You don’t offer an apology and Dean doesn’t either.  Grownup you knows that’s not good.  You should trust your Alpha enough to tell him what’s bothering you.  A deeper part of you refuses.  You can’t even think of how to begin to explain, much less apologize.  It’s the first time you’ve excluded Dean from what’s going on with you since this trial period started, and you hate it . . . but you can’t stop.

The picture of you and Dean sitting astride Eddie and a note written on a piece of paper torn from the steno pad dad keeps on his workbench.  No salutation or signature.  Three bitter sentences.

I’m supposed to be impressed you found someone stupid enough to support you while you whore yourself?  Though I suppose he can be excused.  Alphas are just as much sluts as Omegas, they just deal with it better.

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AN2: ECS is Estrus Cycle Syndrome, or, The Omega Be Cray-Cray. German: "Morning star, oh shine, on this face of mine . . ." Morgenstern, off the album 'Reise Reise,' about a man who falls in love with an ugly woman, and neither of them can deal with it. Dean's birthday and he gets the cheesecake and the fuzzy tiger slippers; my birthday and I get the fight. Figures. :-(

[dappersautismcreature]

just finished fallout the show but holy shittt dude i havent watched a show this good in a whiiile. part of it could probably be contributed to the excellent video games and the worldbuilding already laid out for it but holy shit holy shit.

SPOILERS

i was convinced i didnt like maximus but no i was just falling for cleverly set up twists and some things were predictable yes but sometimes theyd just do something that felt SO right. and the characterization?? excellent. the tone? incredible and unique.

normally with these split POV shows i get bored of a POV but that didnt really happen. and normally i get frustrated with the political aspects (not because i think its 'too political' or whatever just because i have that good ol fashion autistic strong sense of justice and i want to punch characters) but there was enough nuance and characters that i could relate to on a moral level that i didnt feel as frustrated.

its really interesting because in my polysci 101 class we just learned about the Federalist papers and one of Madison's talks about interest groups in politics (lobbyist groups essentially) and saying that yes groups like these can be detrimental to political liberty but restricting the freedom of all groups would lead to a worse detriment to personal liberty and free speech.

Hank's (fuck u hank) whole deal was getting rid of factions but his ideas were flawed because he created a greater detriment to health and liberty than factions do, he created another faction (dumb bitch)

gore is not really my thing and ill admit this was a hard watch for me (close to Invincible levels imo and i cannot bring myself to watch Invincible again) but it was manageable and felt like it matched the tone

and the tone, ive never seen anything like it, i mean i havent watched like every show in existence but it feels really unique. my favorite aspec t of a lot of sci fi is what i call "confident ridiculousness" which yes can be grating and land badly sometimes but this felt like seasoning on a dish, just enough and not too much. They managed to keep serious and emotional moments while still having those moments where you can feel the comedic exasperation.

and the charactersssss, like i said i usually get bored of a POV but all of these characters were different and interesting.

Maximus most of all because i fell for the idea of him hurting Dane. I always kept that bit of doubt in my mind but as things progressed and Maximus did more desperate things i thought i would hate him by the seasons end. but no, looking back with the knowledge that he didnt hurt Dane everything he did really just seemed like instinct and self preservation not malicious intent. sure you can say he did bad things and hurt people but thats the point of the show. i like him maybe the most out of all the MCs but its a hard choice.

Lucy was great too! as a transmasc guy i sometimes feel dysphoric for relating to a femme character (my bad sorry im fighting my internalized misogyny) but she was so relatable and amazing. sometimes Lucy's (brown haired skinny white woman PC) can be generic and flavorless in terms of character traits but I liked her almost instantly. She is so smart. a lot of characters that start out naive stay very naive and thats seen as like, a strength of character but I personally love that she does change and is still mostly able to defend her values. She makes mistakes due to that naivety but to me at least, remains relatable and smart when she learns from those. she feels like a full character, which you dont see very often in the archetype thats supposed to be your self insert.

And the Ghoul, intensely complicated and interesting. I flipped back and forth so many times on whether i liked or hated him. Again i know thats the point but still! i will admit im a sucker for his type of character but the show still had me gritting my teeth over his actions. he is not a good person, of course, but seeing him grapple with what he used to be is so cool and i really liked his story.

im running out of descriptions but im really impressed with the writing and the acting. the main three actors were all perfect and im hoping for a season two.

i could talk more but again, running out of words lmao.

[cumplanecrash]

Left to right: age 10/11, age 14/15, age 18/19, college/working adult, Transmigrated as Liu Qingge, LQG cosplay/possible future transition goals.

putting my insane ramblings under a cut but if you know one thing about my daughter, please let it be that she has read like. maybe 20 chapters of PIDW before she died. In English, I'm thinking LA area?She's part of a cosplay group, she got assigned Liu Qingge, but never got to a part where his name was mentioned. For the meetup she mostly just did a half-assed Vegeta (like the poses and also some bullshit about fighting with dignity) which worked fine for a photoshoot but maybe isn't gonna work out so good when she has to BE him.

Middle School

trying too hard to fit in with the popular (white) crowd

visits to the grandparents for New Years are still happening at this point, her aunties make fun of her "it's like she's turning into one of those haunted dolls in the movies"

High School (early)

dad dies and things get rough

mom gets a good UAW job which keeps things afloat

several fights about whether she's allowed to get a job or not. mom's worried because her grades are already slipping without tutoring from polysci major dad, melissa just wants to buy videogames and escape for a while

High School (late)

gets into gaming and through that cosplay

is the makeup guru of the group (popular girl skills)

finds her people among the theater nerds (mostly actors, especially musicals. behind the house skills are In Demand, and Melissa doesn't mind having something to do with her hands)

meets longterm bestie Luis Vargas (modern au!lbh if you're into that). he is the first trans guy she's ever met and she thinks he is SO handsome but also like. has the same hang ups about food that she does. (No, the carbs are the base of the pyramid for a reason. you need energy to even digest anything else, what the fuck dude?) they get along like a house on fire so they have an ill-advised fling

it goes poorly. he calls her a prude. she calls him a whore. he says, you know what, bet, and starts camming, which gets him kicked out of his parents' house eventually.

around here her brother (idk micheal)(modern au lmy you're not allowed to not be into that) dies but she has a support system this time. still sucks, but she's able to do escapism when she wants to do that, she has people to cry on when she needs to do that. it's not as sucks.

College/Work

she's like a yoga instructor or smth. like something physical, but not a martial art.

going to school part time for a certification in personal conditioning, personal trainers are In Demand in LA

like 2/3 of her friend group are influencers or trying to break into acting or singing or Something and she's over here like "you need to put on some weight. no not inches, muscle. here, hold this over your head for thirty seconds. and then eat some rice ffs."

finds out she's getting two-timed when Luis lets a mutual friend borrow his phone and she happens to see the lock screen and that's???? my girlfriend???

they get revenge, obviously. and their bond is now the kind of unshakable that like "fuck you only i'm allowed to call him a $2 whore"

he listens to her Geek Out About Nutrition for several hours and is like. bet. hey so I actually know how to cook, should we like. make some recipes

there's ABSOLUTELY a publisher who is willing to publish the Only Fans Cookbook, and gets lowkey mad when literally nobody wants to call it that

gets some shit frequently because "why did you collab with an of model of all people" and like. because he has a physically demanding job and is willing to listen to me when I say you need lipids with your veg. I made him a diet and he followed it, this is literally the thing I'm training to do.

and then They Were Roommates. Platonic roommates. Luis ends up on a date with one of her exes and they laugh about it this time.

Luis is a bad influence, her cosplay posts get a little saucier~ but still demure, she's not comfortable putting that shit online for strangers but she's had relationships and isn't a dick

I don't wanna get too into it in a like headcanons (?) post but like. She dies when a blind date gone bad gets angry that she won't put out after "leading him on" for x number of dates. Dude totally accuses her of sleeping with Luis and like honestly? maybe she should have. better him than you, asshole.

Transmigration

Azure Bai Zhan Rights. Airplane named a guy 6 balls, he would pick an important (?) color based on a pun

her System has absolutely no idea what to do with her, LQG is supposed to be dead???

the first thing she hears is SQQ (SY)'s words wanting to start over and get closer to LQG, and She Took That Personally

being a dude is like. weird. any chance i have to have a (fictional) cis person experience gender dysphoria is like. very interesting to me.

she has to beg and plead with her System to tell her how to not break character, she doesn't know about this xianxia or wuxia or whatever, she plays like. final fantasy. rpgs and shit.

she is Not Okay with this 'leaving the kids to figure out how to swing around sharpened steal by themselves' thing but with her questionable story importance, it's gonna be a while before she can unlock the OOC function and hey, taking missions by herself is a good way to get to fuck off and figure out what being the War God actually means. the demon invasion was a target rich environment but presumably she shouldn't go around knocking over buildings or whatever.

SQQ does clock her fairly quickly, LQG is easy mode since he can just. call people by their full names (canon), but she gets comfortable cleansing his meridians and asks too many questions or smth idk I haven't written the fic yet, but anyway he, Mr. Holier Than Thou Shen Qingqiu, absolutely refuses to misgender her by calling her shidi, so now they're just dramatically fullnaming each other and then whispering in each others' ears and giggling. bets are made. yqy cries himself to sleep, and then has a very dramatic conversation with lqg.

hey, guess what? Her System has figured out her role. Accept the Job Change to Romantic Rival?

(sqq thinks this means being an obstacle for lmy and lbh. because of course lqg tells him about it.)

mingyan is surprisingly chill? i think it should always be a mystery whether she knows something's different or if the original flavor was just secretly a trans woman who wanted to change how bai zhan is run and had a crush (?) on sqq but never let the rest of the world know

I told y'all I've been doing nothing but paint transmigrator!Liu Qingge

I'm thinking Melissa Liu aka nofreefeetpics

[handlewithcharacter]

I desperately need to work on this paper that’s due tomorrow and instead I’m just coming up with Star Trek OCs that in the back of my mind I am performing as on Star Trek Legacy bc it’s my daydream and I can do what I want

[punkbarbarian]

watching the newest game changer and obviously this is not the point of the episode but i do agree with what grant said about nancy pelosi

[keravnos-kori]

I mean, considering I’m a social scientist by training, you really got me thinking about all kinds of academic studies and projects that never were with regard to the clones. Like all that qualitative research? Oral histories? like wow, all this amazing stuff that could have been done had O66 never happened. Much 2 think about.

I knew this was in my inbox from days ago and I forgot to post my response fhdkdhdgkdhdhgs I’m sorry bestie

The clones like���basically created their own subculture. They are their own wholly separate entity from most everything else found in the galaxy, with their own language, values, and forms of art (even from the smallest thing like painting their kits), among other things. They are also a super vulnerable population in the grand scheme of things, which barely, if ever, gets addressed within canon. And this sucks!!! You’d think that a franchise that usually doesn’t shy away from politics would include something so important, but if they did the entire premise of Jedi/Republic=Good would completely derail itself. But that’s a whole other discussion I could talk for days about. I made Halla so she could be one of many characters that would actually care about the legal minutiae of it all since all of the main characters in power seem to gloss over it.

[bunni-v1]

Lol no bad blood. I appreciate the added context and stuff. I was talking just generally commenting on harmless headcannons and fun posts people in the fandom make.

There’s a lot of nuance to criticism, and I feel it was obvious I wasn’t saying all criticism makes you a bad person or is unneeded, but I appreciate you adding on specifics.

To clear things up, my post was about fan works and personal headcannons that are wholly harmless and do nothing to damage the image of the characters in general. (Ie. Trans Cater, Jamil’s EXTREME fannon fear of bugs, and like you said transfem Vil).

Specifically I’m talking about the self insert/x reader content on here, because it gets a whole lot of hate for no reason!

My point still stands that it’s no one’s responsibility but your own to curate your fandom experience. If you want to interact with posts and point out things that could be harmful, that’s up to you.

The takeaway isn’t “you should never criticize things ever,” because that’s such a stupid way of thinking. The takeaway is to let fun things be fun and not take everything in fandom spaces so seriously. As a fanfic writer, I see criticisms of what is supposed to be lighthearted stuff all the time.

However, saying Vil is racist is a very harmful headcannon and actually excuses racism in a way by using Vil as an excuse to say racist shit. (Wether intentional or not). Shit like Leona is nothing but a womanizing, heartless asshole is also incredibly harmful and misses the nuance in his character (which I try my best to highlight when I write him!!!). That stuff is absolutely something that should be called out, and is important to discuss civilly.

As for the official stuff, I could go on and on and on about it. As an East Asian Studies student (specifically within politics and society) I am far too familiar with how Japanese people use weaponized incompetence to get away with being racist (this isn’t the best term, but it’s the easiest to understand). Trust me, criticizing twst team and Disney is HIGHLY important, and I always advocate for it.

My post specifically, though, is not about any of that! It’s about the needless hate to fanfic writers just trying to have a good time, and I’m going on for so long because I want to be as honest and open about that as possible and clear up any misconceptions or miscommunications I might have.

So, to conclude, criticizing things that are harmful is incredibly important and I never said it wasn’t. Sometimes people don’t understand a character, and sometimes they interpret them differently. It doesn’t make the headcannon any less valid. However, if you’re going to go out of your way to comment on a harmless post just because you don’t like it then that’s a waste of everyone’s time.

You get what I mean? I don’t think your addition was bad, and I don’t mind you using my post as a means of saying what you want to say, but I feel you slightly missed what exactly I was talking about. (Which is cool cause I was pretty vague to begin with).

Absolutely no bad blood and I agree with everything you said (especially Vil my bbg <3), just kinda different from my main point! Still totally important to keep in mind.

(I hope this doesn’t come off as condescending, I really do agree with you, just wanted to clear up what I meant. I just recently got out of a debate in my polysci class and I’m still in that mindset, so sorry if I came at you too hard lovely).

I don’t see why people feel the need to comment on things they don’t like. If you don’t like something, it’s clearly not made for you. That goes for like everything. Needlessly commenting on someone’s post cause you don’t like it is a waste of your time an energy.

Being that spiteful and hateful cannot be helpful or healthy, right? This was triggered by one comment I got on a post btw, which I won’t publicly share which one or who it was. But the point is pretty important to state in general.

What is the point in commenting on someone else’s post that you don’t like? What do you get out of it other then annoying them. Like, your opinion isn’t going to magically change their own — especially in fandom spaces.

I always found it so strange when I was scrolling through reading headcannons and reading comments and there’s just a random person angry about it. I get that mischaracterization is an issue to understanding actual characters, but at the end of the day it’s just not that serious is it.

Fandom is a safe space for more than just you, you know. You are responsible for curating your own experience as much as I am. If you don’t like something the best thing to do is scroll. There’s no point in wasting energy on something that upsets you.

[throppcd]

hit   the   heart   and   i’ll   come   into   your   dms   to   plot   :)

[thestudyofbasements]

bro i fucking hate legalize ive been writing this paper for like a just shy of a week and i dont even have any words written about it just fucking notes on the damn things

which like, to be fair is most of the damn paper, analyzing the case and the decision but I can't tell if the supreme court (united states) threw out the appellate court's opinion on a part of the case OR they let it stand as precedent because it was satisfactorily decided and no longer relevant to the discussion of the question it posed now.

[blnk338]

I’d love to hear what u think the 141 was like in college, I’ve been trying to imagine it but I’m not 100% sure

//drug mentions

i think the main issue is that none of them really went to college aside from Reaper but... (yes I read this wrong so you're getting a two for one deal)

I mentioned it before, but Simon would have been a computer science major or a computer engineering major because he grew up absolutely fascinated with the growing computer and internet world. I don't think he'd be much of a coder, more of someone who was more interested in the physicalities of computers, which is why he built Reaper's computer for her (and also built everyone else's). He enjoys working with all kinds of electronics and, weirdly enough, can probably fix most electronic devices in and around a house.

With that being said, if he was in college, he'd probably be a pretty quiet guy. I don't think he'd be one for parties, but would somehow find the 141 and just be the weird friend who sits in the corner at parties and somehow found a fucking girlfriend.

Price might've gone to school for business, I can see the guy trying to start his own mechanic shop. I don't think he'd be much for college in general, but he would do what it would take to give him enough credit to start his own thing. I think he, however, would've realized how much he loves history and drop the whole mechanic thing and eventually get into educational studies to become a professor of Eurasian history or something.

I have a feeling that Gaz would do something with biology. Perhaps maybe environmental sciences or something-- but I feel like he'd get a degree and then realize that the Earth is crazy fucked and that he would tell EVERYONE ABOUT IT. or he would get into archeology because this man loves dinosaurs (again, would realize how much shit has changed and how bad things are LMAO). This man threw ass at functions and was all 'round the glue that kept the group together. He's the one that would make and uphold all of the plans-- like he put together an entire vacation and was the one to ask the groupchat for everyone's documents and shit.

I think that Roach would go into nuclear physics. Don't really know completely why, I just think he's kind of a brainiac and loves numbers. I also think that he would be big on alternatives to the current day situation and be a big fan of nuclear fusion and might even work on something like ITER. He started uni as kinda a stoner but then eventually got ahold of himself and ended up being a lax guy-- he was the friend who would bring just a backpack on a two-week long trip.

Soap would be into polysci, specifically for debating. The man seems pretty set on the fact that he's gotta be right and is very openly upset with most politicians. He'd be very vocal with the discomfort he has with the current situation and would set pretty much all of his studies on proving people wrong LMAO. Soap was the guy who just knew everyone. Like he'd step into a coffee shop near campus and everyone treated him like a fuckin' pal and the entire 141 is like "we moved here like a week ago how the shit--"