#where to i even get those? i dont have a car and i doubt they sell them on campus

[jacksprostate]

Before Project Mayhem, before fight club, before Marla, before Tyler — there is still one sad sack of shit.

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The hard part about work trips isn't making the plane or seeing another family of five burnt into their leather seats. It's missing support groups.

See, if you're lucky, the company will send you out to a major city. Cities are great. A little advanced work to find a slightly below average church or library, you're set each night you're there.

It's a bit of novelty, getting to be a new face all at once. People assume you've just been diagnosed. It's never the failed treatments, the degradation of their life and everyone in it, the continuous experience of knowingly dying — none of those things are the worst thing that happens to you.

It's finding out they will.

So people cry. They crowd around, I sob like I've been told I've got stage four colon cancer and three weeks to live. We all cry. I sleep soundly on the plane back or in the nice, four star hotel my company provides me.

Flying out to a small town, though. I'll be awake enough to be hallucinating by the time I get back for Remaining Men Together. The only mercy is that the next time I show for all the groups I missed, I can see who thought I died. I get to be resurrected.

The other part about small towns, you have to take a second, shitter plane to a local airfield, or you have to take a rental car. One of the most popular rental cars available right now, it'll light itself on fire if you use the cruise control at the wrong time. I know this because I sat next to another guy with my job, who worked for a different company, and he said I'll show you mine if you show me yours. So I told him about the faulty airbags, and he told me about the overheating switch.

I prefer to avoid driving.

All the rental place at the airport has left for me, it's one of those flaming cars. I use cruise control. If I don't, one of my narcoleptic spells will send me into the Jersey barrier.

When you drive into these small towns, you have to try to pay attention, or you'll end up a county over talking about the wrong wreck. They're otherwise interchangeable, but the miles on your rental car won't line up and those are the type of records that might get pulled out when the company is finally sued for the big one ten years down the line.

As a result, I see the same decor on the way in every time. Meth lab. Abandoned homes. Garbage fire. Classic Americana. There is no four star hotel here; I sleep the same.

The only reason I've been brought out here is because the poor shithead who drove his truck into the ditch drunk was driving my company's flagship vehicle. It loses power steering if the car jostles the right way going above 55 miles per hour. I've been told to keep track of potential incidents and make sure the company can firmly claim it's not at fault.

We've had this problem for decades, and we will for many more. Sometimes, everything is falling apart.

The job is simple, and I only get tempted by the town's blatant opioid addiction for a day and night. Painkillers would probably make me sleep. The thing about being a recall campaign organizer, though, is like recognizes like. It's not only other Compliance and Liability guys who tell you company secrets while sharing the aisle in business class.

When I'm finally back in my own town, after my own support groups, after crying my eyes out into Bob's meaty middle — I pick up my mail. There's the newest IKEA magazine. Half of it looks like shit. The type of thing you'd only see in some curated art deco, modernist, post-modern traditionalist bohemian minimalist apartment.

I have to have it.

I go to sleep, hard, like God himself tucked me in. I sleep with my wallet net four hundred heavier, because even an IKEA spree tends not to outweigh a work trip. I sleep, with my called in IKEA goods only two short weeks away, my job well done, and I know, my life is complete.

[bugsmoocher]

mmaster hcief

[this-doesnt-endd]

and on a semi sidenote i was walking to work this morning and this fucking white truck was being super weird like i saw it coming down from the end of the block and it was normal pace then instantly slowed down and stopped at the stop sign and sat there for prolly like two minutes as i got closer then it turned the same why i had to turn and i saw it drive a bit up then stop again then drove ever so slightly down another street and stop again and i could still see it and it had like a set of bars in the back like something a work truck would have but it seemed a lil too nice to be a work truck and i make another turn walk down that block then i make my final turn and i can see my work at the end of the street and i hear a car coming from behind me its the white fucking truck and it so slowly drives past me then stops a bit ahead in the middle of the road its a small one so thats how most cars drive down it but it was like in the middle at a slight angle and thankfully my friend had just texted me so i knew i could call incase but i walked farther away starting to head into the park right there and i almost past it before it drives up a bit slowly then turns and drives up a street regular speed and i still have two more rows of houses to go so i get the phone ready to dial pepper spray ready headphone out as i walk and i was like so sure it was just gonna drive up and around and come out the alley but it didnt and i got to work and looked at our cameras to see if it was driving around and it wasnt but like what the fuck was that about

[agoodomenssideblogiguess]

I dont think I'll ever be able to get over the "I work in Soho, I hear things," line Aziraphale says in 1967. Cuz like if you exam the scene background for more than a couple of seconds you realize how fucking ridiculous Crowley and Aziraphale are being.

Because, Crowley KNOWS where the bookshop is. Crowley was probably there when Aziraphale came up with the idea and when he chose the property and for sure was there for opening day. Crowley KNOWS it's still there in 1941, they go back at the end of the magic show for wine.

The fucking Dirty Donkey is established as being across the street from the bookshop with a perfect view to the inside during s2e4.

See how the crossed out windows the zombies are looking through are visible through the window over Crowley's shoulder. If Aziraphale were heating up the tea kettle on his little parlor stove, he might even be able to see the pub's entrance or any cars coming up the street.

And I doubt that the pub moved locations in or around 1967 only to be moved back by 2023 so we can safely assume that what's visible in 1941 is visible in 1967 during Crowley's meeting.

I went back to the 1967 bit in s1e3 to figure out where the fuck Crowley is parked and I'm pretty sure the ramp he speaks alone to Shadwell in front of is the same ramp that Marguerite's restaurant has.

And in s2e5, as Aziraphale leaves to invite all the shopkeepers to the 'meeting' we see Marguerite's sign through the windows to the right of the front door.

Which means Crowley's conversation with Shadwell is fucking visible from the front door of the bookshop.

And it also means those fucking strip tease signs that Crowley has parked the Bentley in front of are covering up the record shop and the window over Aziraphale's desk (Which I'll admit, unfortunately means that the ramp isn't visible through the window and might only be seen via the windows of the front door of the shop). Why are these windows covered up? Maybe the set designers wanted to give the illusion that they are on some different part of the street. UNFORTUNATELY I CAN FUCKING SEE THE BOOKSHOP PILLARS IN THE CORNER OF THE SCREEN YOU CANT FOOL ME.

Let's put it all together now: Crowley drives the Bentley, his ICONIC Bentley(no doubt who's fucking Bentley that is if you see it come down the street through the window), just past the bookshop, and parks. He has to get out on the bookshop side of the street and backtrack, PAST THE FUCKING BOOKSHOP DOOR, and to the pub that is in perfect view of one of the (only unblocked) bookshop windows, and has a conversation with a strange man in view of the bookshop's front door.

"I hear things" Aziraphale, baby girl, you didn't have to hear anything you can literally see Crowley at every moment.

And also Aziraphale, you're not off the hook for ridiculousness either. Why the fuck did you teleport into the Bentley. THE BOOKSHOP IS RIGHT THERE. You fucking depraved me of a full cravat outfit shot because you wanted to spookily and mysteriously appear to your beloved demon. YOU'RE KILLING ME AZIRAPHALE.

[d0youc0py]

So, I have a request for angst, but with Young Reader, and they actually do call them an ask for help or a place to stay for a bit because of a nasty fight they got into with their parents and just need to leave the situation, perhaps they could have hid an injury(Welt, slap mark, bruising) from the boys only for boys to see it when they take off their coat/jacket. Its cool if you dont feel comfortable with this ask, you dont have to do it.

“Hey, John.” You started into the phone.

“You alright, Honey?” He questioned. You nearly rolled your eyes. The man had known you since you were as tall as his knee and could always tell when something was wrong.

“Not really.” You lied. You scrunched your face and took a deep breath. “Actually yeah- my mom came home in one of her moods again, but”-

“Where are you? I’ll come and get you.”

You could hear his car keys jingle on the other line and the familiar sound of his truck door slamming shut.

“I’m at the park down the street.”

“Hold tight, honey. I’ll be right there.”

It was about a fifteen minute wait. John lived all the way out in the country, another thing you loved about him. His truck pulled up and he quickly hopped out to open the door for you.

“Thanks John.” You sighed, giving him a quick hug.

“Course, honey. Now how about we go get some dinner, hmm?” He patted your back. It was gentle but enough to make you wince.

He took you to your favorite restaurant, the same one your father use to take you to. He sat across from you, not needing to look over the menu. His soft blue eyes trained on you.

“You ready to talk about it?” John asked. Your eyes peered up from behind the menu. You don’t know why you were even looking at it in the first place. You always ordered the same thing.

“Same old thing.” You responded, sifting in your seat.

“Don’t give me that, honey.” He pressed. “You’ve never called me before. I always hear about a fight after I’ve shaken you down.” He offered you a small smile. It’s wasn’t one of pity, but understanding. He’s always been there for you, so why won’t you just tell him the truth?

“Don’t get mad.” You whispered. John instantly faltered. It was a common cycle. When he was on leave he’d take you out at least two times a week. You’d tell him about some shitty thing your mom said to you and he’d race over to your house and threaten her to knock it off. She’d be on her best behavior for about a week, then the cycle would repeat itself. “Look you’re already upset.” You gave a fake chuckle.

“Honey.” He huffed. His eyes bore into yours with such intensity it made your tiny hairs stand up.

“It started off just like our fights always do. She started yelling and I just made my way to my room to bunker down for the night.” You stopped to take a small sip of your water.

“You locked the door?” John hummed. He had built you a special lock to go on your door.

“I didn’t make it that far.” You murmured, tears forming in your eyes. John’s hand reached across the table attaching to yours, giving you an encouraging squeeze. “She threw something at me.” You whispered.

“Threw something at you.” He repeated.

“I know it so stupid.” Your hands left his to paw at your eyes. You hated crying. His hands remained on the table giving you the option to return to him.

“She hurt you honey? That’s the furthest thing from stupid.”

“It was one of those ceramic cats she collects. It hit me in the back.” You gasped. You wouldn’t doubt if there was a large bruise forming as you spoke. “Do you mind if I stay with you for a little bit? Just till things cool down?”

“Honey, you could come live with me.” He assured. This wasn’t the first time he offered, but giving the increasing hostility your mother was showing this was the first time you really considered it.

“I don’t think I can just live with you, John. Isn’t that illegal- like kidnapping or something.” You sputtered.

“That’s not for you to worry about, honey. I’ll handle everything, just take some time and think about it.”

He woke up to the sound of glass shattering so loud it sounded like it was in his room. His body made quick work of throwing the covers off and heading towards his front door. He didn’t bother to shut his door behind him or throw on a pair of shoes. His body was already hot and shaking with anger. His fist pounded against your front door giving some warning of his presence before he used his shoulder to nearly split the door open.

He quickly found you on the floor your mother grabbing at your hair.

“Shit!” Your father yelled from the kitchen. Your father had been enjoying the whole spectacle of your mother tormenting you with a smile and a beer in his hand. Your mother look up at Simon, her own eyes growing wide with fear. He grabbed her by the arm throwing her backwards off of you.

“Who the fuck do you thi”- Your father started.

“Shut up and sit down.” Simon growled. Your father quickly obeyed siting down at the counter, your mother scurrying backwards to join him.

“Come on kid, on your feet.” He was soft with you, refusing to add anymore trauma to the situation. He wrapped an arm around your middle to steady you and you hid your face in shame.

“You can’t just take them. I’ll have the police dow”- Your father spoke up again.

“I told you to shut it. And what? You gonna call the police on me tough guy? Do it.” Simon spat. Your father piped down again the realization of his threat setting in. Simon led you out of your apartment and into his own. “Sit down, tell me where you’re hurt. Might need to take you to the hospital after that one, kid.”

The only way you could respond was through sobs. You practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. He sighed softly, not in contempt but in mercy. He wrapped a bulky arm around you, using your head as a chin rest. He related to you in all the worst ways.

“I don’t wanna go back.” You sobbed against him.

“I know you’re scared.” He said softly. “You’re gonna stay with me for a while, yeah? You have a key anyways might as well.”

He groaned as his phone went off from somewhere in his bed. He patted around, his eyes burning as the made contact with the blinding light.

Your face lighting up his phone ripped the drowsiness from his body.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” His voice was gruff and he cleared his throat.

“Mac.” You cried from the other end.

“Fuckin hell.” He growled. “Where are you, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry. They just started yelling at me and I got scared and now I don’t know what to do.” You sobbed.

“You did exactly what you were suppose to do. You called me. Now take a few breaths and tell me where you are. It’s late you shouldn’t be out by yourself.” He slipped his feet into his shoes and grabbed his keys from the entry table. He opened the door only to come face to face with you. His face scrunched as he took in your appearance. Your hair a mess, your face tear stained and you were shaking uncontrollably.

His heart dropped when he caught sight of a ruby colored mark on your cheek.

“That better not be what I think it is.” He gritted. You just cried harder. “Inside, now.” He snipped, making room for you brush past him.

“No, Mac please.” You sobbed. Your hands fled towards his arm and you leaned against him. You needed comfort. You needed assurance that everything was going to be okay.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes. I can’t just let them get away with it Y/N.” He snarled. He gave you a kiss on the head. He began to pull his arm away but you just gripped him harder.

“Mac, please. I need you.” Your voice was soft. So weak and so vulnerable it made him stop dead in his tracks. “Please.” You whispered again. An apology flowed from his mouth and he quickly wrapped two strong arms around you, pulling you tight against him. You instantly relaxed.

“You’re right.” He murmured. “You’re safe now.”

“Ky, Can I stay with you please?”

You had asked him that a little over a week ago. He agreed immediately- perks of being one of his most favorite people on the planet. You didn’t really tell him why, just that you had gotten into a small ‘altercation’ with your parents.

That brings you to where you are today.

“If you don’t want me I can just leave Kyle.” You huffed, already collecting your things from the guest bedroom.

“Lovie, don’t do that!” He shouted after you. “My door is always open for you and you know that. I would just like to know exactly what happened. Considering you’re practically living with me now I think I have a right to know.” He explained. He grabbed the things out of your bag, hanging them up again.

“Kyle, stop! I’ve obviously overstayed my welcome. I’ll be out for your hair in no time.” You rubbed at your face harshly, trying to rid yourself of any tears.

“Y/N. Enough. Please stop.” His words were firm. It made you cry harder. “I didn’t mean to upset you so bad.” He assured. His hands came up and grabbed your wrists so he could get a better look at your face. He pulled you close to him. “I also need to know how upset I should be with your parents. If it’s really bad we need to get you out of there.” He explained. You sniffled, wiping at your face again.

It was then he saw it.

A deep purple bruise on your wrist. How didn’t you flinch when he grabbed it?

“That answers my question.” He sighed. You gasped and pulled your sleeves down. “Is that the only one?” He pressed. His fingers rested under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He repeated his question.

You softly shook your head.

“I have one on my side too.” You sniffed.

“Y/N look at me please.”

You did as he requested.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you don’t have to go back, okay? But I need you to be completely honest about everything, yeah?”

A small sob left you and you quickly wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you, Ky.”

[stvrniolotrp]

matt sturniolo x fem!reader one shot:

requested:yes!

warnings:angst,then fluff and kissing not rlly warnings lmao(unless yall are weird and get mad over a kiss.)

summary:matt and reader have been in a relationship for a bit over a year now,and she notices that hes acting different and starts doubting herself.

“am i not good enough for u anymore?”

y/ns pov:

me and my boyfriend matt have been dating for a year and a couple months,he is the best boyfriend anyone can ask for he buys me flowers,reassures me,comforts me when i need it,and is just the absolute best

lately tho matt has been acting really difficult and dry with me,for example i would come over to his house and he would barely acknowledge me,give me attention.he would just stay on his phone or play games on his computer untill i announce im going home.

right now was one of those times,i was sitting against the headboard of matts bed while he was starting up yet another round of fortnite.i decide that maybe i should just talk to him and tell him we could do something like watch a movie.

“babe” i simply say hoping to get his attention,that didnt get his attention.

“matt”i say in a whiny frustrated tone hoping to get it his attention but yet again,that failed.

he let out a groan once he died logging out of fortnite and scavenging for another game to play

i decide to go home.if he invited me to hangout but all hes doing is play games,why should i stay?

“im going home” i simply say getting up from the bed,i go to get my car keys that were on matts desk.

once i took them matt finally looked at me “where are u going?” he says confused

“maybe of u were listening to me for the last i dont know 5 fucking minutes u would know” i say aggressively

i grab my jacket and head out of matts room,matt following shortly after me.

“why are u so mad i asked u a simple question y/n”

i take a deep breath and turn around to look at him standing in the hallway confused

“matt im not mad because u asked me a question,im mad because these last few days u haven’t given me any attention,not just that u flat out dont listen to what i say” he takes a breath to reply but i start talking again

“like seriously matt i called out ur name 500 times and u couldnt even spare me a look.” i stopped then continued again.

“why are u acting like this matt,u were never like this,u havents hugged or kissed me in a little over a week only sparing me a simple smile once i walk through the door” i start yelling while feeling the tears well up in my eyes

“so tell me please tell me,is there another girl?am i not good enough for u anymore?what the fuck did i do to make u act like this?” i yell even more and the tears start streaming down my face

“wait babe dont cry” matt steps closer and puts his hand on my shoulder

“im so so sorry,i didnt realize i was acting like this,i promise i wasnt trying to make u feel like that.”

he says but i just keep crying letting out all of my emotions from the past week or so

“and no there isnt another girl there will never be another girl y/n ur more than enough,i love u so much and im deeply fucking sorry i made u feel like that” matt says as he wraps his arms around my waist

i quickly wrap my arms around his neck

i enjoy his sweet comforting embrace till i break it,matt brings his hands up to my face and wipes away my tears his whispers a soft “im so incredibly sorry” before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

he then puts his arms around my shoulder and starts walking to his bedroom.

we then sat down on his bed

“what movie do u want to watch pretty girl?” matt says as i cuddle up into him

“can we watch harry potter?” i say while smiling

“i knew u were gonna say that” matt says grabbing the remote and putting my favorite movie on.

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kinda hate this,idk if i executed the idea well

as always tell me what yall think plz🤗🤗

i love u all mwah

[bunnieshoneys]

hello! im new to f1 and ur fic helped me kickoff my interest :3 ur f1 answers have explained things clearly to me so far so id like to ask what makes verstappen so dominant the past yr (and prolly this yr as well) srry idk if u even rate him highly but id like to hear ur thoughts on this !!

the short answer to this is that adrian newey (red bull racing’s main engineer) has built an utter rocketship. that car is largely untouchable, and i think that you could put a good ten drivers off the grid into that car (instead of verstappen) and theyd win a WDC with it. however, you are presenting me with an incredible opportunity to yap about max verstappen so i will

i do rate him highly. there is no doubt that he is the standard right now. but i am also of the opinion that hes the product of a very perfect set of circumstances that will never happen again. he is undeniably talented, but look at leclerc (a similarly talented generational driver) and his career and it becomes clear that its not Just his talent thats got him this far and to be this dominant over a prolonged period.

note: im not just saying this about leclerc because im a leclerc fan. verstappens manager has said theyre on a similar level and a LOT of people have compared them, including max himself.

anyway lets start at the beginning!

max’s dad is an ex-f1 driver, jos verstappen. he wasn’t particularly good. never won a race. hes also a grade a asshole (he has a domestic violence charge that he actually went to prison for, and has admitted to doing some awful things to max in childhood). i dont really want to give him any credit at all, but this meant that max a) grew up in the f1 paddock and b) had a lot of connections.

he was pretty dominant in karting, and won a LOT. in his 2013 season he won two european championships and beat leclerc for the world championship, becoming the youngest to ever do it. at this point he was already being noticed by f1 teams, including red bull and mercedes (i dont think ferrari or mclaren ever made a serious attempt to get him, but i could be wrong). he never NEEDED to sign for a driver program to finance his career so him signing was always based on the team’s ability to get him into F1 as soon as possible - RBR had a junior team, toro rosso, whilst mercedes did not and had just committed to Hamilton/Rosberg long term and could not offer him a seat, hence he went to red bull.

the reason i mention this is because if he’d ended up in a different team, i think he’d be percieved very differently. he very almost paired hamilton at merc in the dominant years, and whilst max is good, hamilton was incredible in those years.

he then competed in formula euro for a bit, with van amersfoot which was a bit of a shit team, and still podiumed and won. he tested a f1 car for the first time that year also (suzuka 2014, ten years ago) and impressed bosses with his laptimes, and signed to toro rosso in 2015, where he partnered carlos sainz, who was much more experienced and who he outscored. four races into 2016, he replaced Kyvatt at red bull racing, partnering Ricciardo, and the rest is (sort of) history.

in 2018, ricciardo believed the team was prioritising max (and i dont think he was wrong) and left for renault. until 2021, RBR trialled Gasly and Albon, and found neither satisfactory, then put perez in the seat for 2021. since ricciardo left, verstappen has not had a teammate on the same level as him. i think this has made him look, at times, better than he is.

i still think max is very, very good. but i think we’d see a different driver paired with someone like leclerc or alonso compared to what we see now, in terms of dominance, because theyd be challenging for at least race wins, if not for the championship.

hamilton in his era had rosberg up until 2016, then bottas, who are both miles better than the a) rookie teammates he paired in 2019-2020 and b) sergio perez.

similarly, leclerc has had much more competitive teammates to compare to (and also active sabotage from his own team, but i digress) in the form of 4x WDC Sebastian Vettel and Sainz, and soon Hamilton. (ferrari also, in 2022 particularly, did incredible amounts of damage to leclerc’s reputation by prioritising sainz, the slower driver, so this isnt quite a clear cut comparison but oh well)

the reason i keep using leclerc as a comparison point is because he is the same age and competed against max a lot in karting categories.

theres also the fact that verstappen has been with red bull a long time, and they know him very, very well. his relationship with GP (his race engineer) is very good, and with other team personnel. this goes a long way - leclerc is similar with ferrari, russell with mercedes and norris with mclaren in terms of how long theyve been with the team. this helps with setup, driving style and generally just being comfy within the setup.

ive talked a lot but: TLDR: verstappen has started young, had connections in the sport, a clinically insane amount of talent, and a junior program and team that invested a lot in him, even when he made mistakes, and now has an insane support system and a team built around him. he also has a very, very good car but hes still definitely the one making the difference.

sorry for the long post anon!

[ducktracy]

tiktok and youtube loveee recommending me old 40’s-50’s era cartoons and i love to watch them and i always go like “man i wonder why i dont watch these more often” then it hits me with the “i hate my BITCH WIFE” “”humor”” or just the straight up racism and its like oh yeah mm that’ll do it huh. its an interesting experience to flip the “okay is there racism in this one or not” coin every time an old cartoon shows up and i get invested in it

I COMPLETELY MISINTERPRETED THIS THE FIRST TIME I SET MY EYES ON THIS. i read this as people just deliberately uploading TikToks isolating racist or sexist scenes and captioning it like “😂😂😂😂😂💯” and was like. why would you do that. but i also didn’t doubt it for a second because i definitely get those YouTube compilations that are like “Top 10 Racist Moments From Cartoons #ChildhoodRUINED” in my recommendations WAYYYYY TOO OFTEN. i’m honored to have my curiosity and research rewarded by the same thumbnail of Jerry in blackface staring at me because i looked up a cartoon clip i needed for reference. thanks YouTube

BUT YEAH.. i’m basically just repeating what i said in an earlier ask here, but it’s definitely an unavoidable aspect of these cartoons and is a cross you just kinda have to bear as a historian 🙃 if anything, it IS very fascinating to research (not that gross perpetuations of harmful stereotypes is something to be like “but i got to LEARN about it! 😇 isn’t that nifty?”), but it’s illuminating—and infuriating!—to read about where certain stereotypes come from and why, or to put faces to names (or faces to caricatures) and be like hey, Lincoln Perry was the first Black actor to receive a screen credit! Jack Benny refused to eat at any establishment that wouldn’t also serve Eddie Anderson! Fats Waller was kidnapped by the mafia to play at Al Capone’s birthday party!

not that any of the cartoons featuring caricatures of the figures above were touching on these, because they were too busy belittling them to one note stereotypes, but it definitely got me invested in scoping out why they chose these guys as their caricatures, who are they, what have they done, etc. so i’m glad to have that additional curiosity and knowledge, but yeah, the circumstances are very unfortunate

if there is one thing you can count on in the world, it’s that any cartoon that makes a “my mother in law joke” will almost always have a directorial credit of Frederick Bean Avery on it*

*this is literally not even true, but Tex did love his mother in law jokes. a friend showed me a repost of a golden age cartoon that came up on her FYP asking me what it was and it had a certified Avery mother in law joke (Car of Tomorrow, for anyone wondering), sort of going back to your initial point (and my initial confusion) about how this stuff can just pop out of nowhere

[zhongscara]

scara. all 50. zhongli for anything that involves another character. bet you won't

dont doubt my delusions anon. everything under the cut :3

1. Canon I outright reject

none so far? i love this bastard poor meow meow...

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

i hc he was modeled after makoto, whether on purpose or just instinctively by a mourning, desperate, ei.

3. Obscure headcanon

idk if this counts bc it's like. anti-common headcanon but i don't think he has doll joints all over i think it's just his wrists and ankles bc those are tricky to make... for hinge joints like elbows and knees ei was probably like lol this is easy

4. Favorite line

"the first one to betray me was a god. my creator... my mother." like oh wow. the pain in that line. the implications. the LAYERS. even after all that pain he hatred he still sees ei as his mother that betrayed her. he thinks of himself as an abandoned child.

5. Best personality trait

deep down (like deep down), he cares a lot about others, and now he's actually trying to show it awkwardly instead of just ignoring that and getting violent lol

6. Worst personality trait

WHERE DO I START......................... i think for worst i'd say definitely his god complex bc it carries over onto everything in his personality and makes him so frustrating to deal with lol

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

i mean hes like 500 years old... for modern aus i have him at like mid to late 20s, early 30s cursed with a baby face at most. hes like 165cm at most I LOVE SHORT SCARA!!! also idgaf abt his weight like that

8. Unpopular opinion about them

i don't think the sumeru interlude was about "redeeming" him. like yeah hoyo poor little meow meow'd him (which i agree with like awwww look at this crying kitty) but it's important to note that even with the opportunity to reject his pact actions he insists that they're a part of him and wants his painful memories and past back so he can feel whole. and after that he's still (rightfully) regarded with some suspicion by traveler/paimon unlike other characters (cough).

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

started playing on my friends acc during sumeru, so the first scene i saw of him was literally the divine will cutscene... and yeah i was hooked.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

honestly? him begging for nahida to not take the gnosis was CRAZY like cmon cinema.

11. Faceclaim for the role

none really lol

12. Crack headcanon

i can't think of any lol all my hcs are serious even the crazy ones bc he's crazy

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

egging on the traveler by dissing nahida like Girl (nongendered) have we learned nothing?! he deserved that smackdown with all that shit he was talking lmfao

14. Most heroic moment

i guess you could count him trying to erase himself bc he thought he could save the people of tatarasuna as "heroic" but its kind of a stretch LOL

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

(waves hand) he's done so many crimes but probably his mass murdering

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

he still wants ei to acknowledge him as her son and he craves her affection, even.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

songs: a lot but particularly mitski - cop car, chvrches - broken bones, mother mother - oh ana poetry: joan tierney's how to build a table and interview w/ the machine woman

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

everything. if he decides he actually wants to go he has a whoooooole lot to discuss whew.

19. Vices/bad habits

i cant think of a specific one for canon bc (waves hand) Look At Him. but for modern aus he indulges in some cheap beer drinking for sure

20. Scars

he definitely has scars on his back from when he was hooked up to shouki no kami. being a puppet though, i don't think he has any smaller scars showing.

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

bitter tea (as in canon). if he's drinking alcohol he would drink nearly anything i feel...

22. Best physical feature

his sparkling eyes that make you think hes sweet and not full of anger. also his thighs.

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

my first thought is something like the sea... the beach... idk why lol

24. Most annoying habit

kicking/elbowing in his sleep bc he sure puts power into them (zhongli wakes up with mysterious bruises a lot)

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

he's that annoying guy who would say "a boat" or something like that

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with Zhongli

in canon: avoid him as much as possible and try not to reveal his connection to ei (kind of pointless bc hes literally made to look like her but dont tell him that)

in my delusions: 👏🏽 making 👏🏽 out 👏🏽 sloppy 👏🏽 style 👏🏽

27. Their guilty pleasure

fontaine detective novels in canon. in modern aus he enjoys watching trashy reality tv and making fun of the people/contestants

28. How they feel about Zhongli

in canon: hates him as much as he hates other gods, but i like to think he's slightly intimidated by him but will never admit it due to him being an ancient god that's even older than ei.

in my delusions: same as above but with added sexual tension. later on he just wants him sloppy style and this annoys him.

29. Eating habits

canon: he only eats for social purposes/when prompted since he doesn't really need it. he tries to finish as quickly as possible to avoid the social aspect of eating together lol

modern aus: he prefers to snack randomly throughout the day!

30. Sleeping habits

he usually sleeps all curled up. he also kicks in his sleep. (not me treating him like a cat)

31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?

two options: aesthetic photo-only blog with a minimal dark theme and vague tags OR a troll/drama blog that always starts shit lmfao

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

he'll always laugh at someone else's expense let's be honest like he's the guy that laughs when someone trips

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

do NOT bring up ei!!!

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

every emotion he experiences is intense and i think he reacts to most of them by lashing out at others (usually violently) lol

35. Their idea of a perfect day

a day where no one bothers him and he gets to wander (heh) and just mind his business.

36. Their favorite season

none of them. JSHGJKHSDJKGHSDJKGHSDGJKSDHKJ

37. What they really think about themselves

(smacks him) this puppet body can hold SO much self-hate and god complex all together.

38. Favorite holiday

gonna be delusional and say new years because zhongli birthday and his birthday soon

39. Favorite game

in modern aus i just know he'd be a silent hill enthusiast. in canon universe i think he doesn't like teyvat games in general he just seems them as frivolous fluff.

40. Favorite book

i bet he enjoys some fontaine detective novels. he hates inazuma light novels though.

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

one last lunch with niwa so he can say goodbye properly :)

42. 3 comfort items

the small cloth doll he made

his vision

that's all honestly. delusional me says anything of zhonglis but yknow

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

answering these kinda questions for genshin characters is so funny bc they have official answers... but outside of that his 3 faves are dark chocolate (more bitter the better), takoyaki, and . for what he hates well... all sweet desserts LMFAO.

44. Their happiest memory

the first birthday he celebrated at tatarasuna :) i imagine katsuragi and niwa decided his birthday so it would coincide with new year celebrations, and for his "first" birthday in particular they all surprised him and he cried (in a good way).

45. Their favorite celebrity

none LOL

46. The person they most admire

i'd say nahida would be the closest? although it's more a begrudging respect.

47. Their dream job

he does not dream of labor. if he could fuck around doing nothing forever he would.

48. Scariest moment of their life

definitely the first time he was experimented on. like i can imagine "unlocking" his power was very painful and terrifying and like. yknow. being experimented on in general is scary.

49. Favorite toy as a child

i don't think he liked toys even as kabukimono JSHDGKJSHGKJ

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

again, the first time he was experimented on.

[vulpiximisa]

so i finally finished chapter 0 and if the rest of the cases are going to be like this i low key wanna die

the mystery labyrinth is sooooooo long???? at first glance it looks super cool but then you realize youre just making yuma walk down a long corridor while him and shinigami talk. And he cant even run any faster

and like, how many modes/mini games are there???? the reasoning death match yeah, okay valid. interesting to see yuma literally dodging the verbal assaults, i like the sword over bullets but whatever

then you chose between door options, not sure if theres a DR equivalent of that but okay, but must we see yuma getting slashed every single time

then theres the “reinvestigate the mind crime scene” like uhhhhh sure. I personally hate these kinds of “lets replicate the crime scene” types (AAI Kay’s Little Thief) because its like, how Valid are these clues anyway if youre physically not there

then theres the minecart which is mind logic, fine, i guess

shinigami beach barrel is... a better version of hangmans gambit but not too much better. I like her eye beams. 

GOD gami is.... the idea is funny but iunno why we needed it (their version of the bullet time battle i think?)

AND WE STILL RECREATE THE CRIME IN A COMIC FORM but its in the death note book. ????????? like i get that the wrap up is is necessary but was the comic book format the only way? The stills are very nice though but it loses the charm from DR where it had a different overall style from the rest of the game

like my take away from this first case (its not even the first case its case 0 and now im on the prologue???????) is the graphics are nice but that labyrinth went on for waaaay too long and i dont know if the dialogue is just not for me anymore but it just being yuma and gami is already tiring.

Theres a lot of just talking sequences and yeah in the end of the day its supposed to be a little more than a visual novel but it just feels so slow sometimes?

rip those detectives in the first case, what a waste of characters. i mean, maybe we will re open the case or see mentions of them later but iunno, somehow doubt

Okay so i had already deduced Zilch as the culprit, knowing he used Aphex’s body as a duplicate. (Nice call back to DR1-5). I knew Car 1 and 5 were swapped but I guess I didn’t understand the world enough because of the existence of Shinigami and the “Fortes” so I was under the impression that Zilch’s real Forte was to make things swap and he was lying about the animals. The fact that they explained the whole train car swap logically made me feel like i was thinking too far like a professor layton mystery lmfao.

My dumb ass did not remember the names of the characters so i was having a ball during the minecart mind logic part

anyway on to the prologue, i know as hell that yakou is a fan favorite. everybody loves a scruffy gintoki voiced by koyasu. (not me, but i know ppl like older 20s/young 30s year old “dads”)

[scythepalace]

I know I am going through it when I start listening to classical music. I feel as if the more I try to crawl out of the hole I am in it forcefully gets deeper. I literally feel like this picture from the undercover 06 collection... trapped, suffocated, blank, just overall fucking numb. I love that when I have the epiphany that being optimistic isnt a bad thing, it becomes more challenging to be optimistic... I literally adore that for me!!!!!!!!!! Sometimes I do wish life wasn't as hard as it is. I dont think it makes me weak, just my natural reaction of an onslaught of nonstop ordeals making me think about a less complex life. I think about the days during quarantine, which were definitely bitter sweet, but damn were those sweet moments cavity giving. I wish the world could just stop like that again, but I doubt it ever will. I was talking to one of my friends, and they said how they have been lost since they were 12 and I was "lucky that I had something figured out." which from face value and by dictionary definition, I DO! but it still somehow feels like I am missing something. I dont know, it's almost like maybe the thing I am reaching for isnt what I actually need? Maybe I don't need a family, maybe I am telling myself these things. or am I just feeling doubtful at the moment? Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between the two. I really admire people who keep themselves together.. cause fuck life can be intoxicating, it can be hell, this is what adults talk about when I was younger.. it is now my reality, and not just filler conversation in the background while im running around the field, imaging whole scenarios, thinking about how I have P.E the next day. It is now what I have to live, my every day I sink deeper, and deeper into this thing called life, and I am just hoping I don't drown. I honestly have to survive for this next month and a half... If I can do that, well then shit I might actually amount to something, because I could IMAGINE anything more difficult than these last two months. I applaud myself for surviving this long, but hell is it getting exhausting. being vulnerable and honest with myself, I feel myself cracking more and more every day, and I dont think anyone around me notices, or even cares to notice because they need me for their problems. I feel like I am a life force for the people around me, not being acknowledged for the hardships ive been dealing with, maybe I should applaud myself for making this shit look too easy... or maybe I should distance myself from everyone until I am looked at as an actual human that is trying to survive. thankfully I got something from my job today so I can have some type of breakfast tomorrow morning. I literally had my first bite to eat today at 3:30pm, and boy did that shit feel horrible. I cant really help it though, I dont like eating at peoples houses when I don't live there, it feels like I am taking, rather than it just me fulfilling my human needs. I also have to get rid of my cat more than likely... he has no where to go and it pains me to have to give him to another family.. I would love to avoid it but I have no choice. Hopefully the next family doesn't fail him like I did. I promise there is an ongoing pattern of just not being enough that I seem to encounter. like damn I cant even be enough to keep a damn feline! I feel like shit about that and it slowly starts to eat away at my mental conscious. I am trying my best to keep my integrity. I cant fold, I literally can NOT! if I lose my integrity I will literally have nothing to my name... at that point I would just want to end this shit. Which is such a painful thought, feeling like the only thing left of me is integrity... no cat, no car, fuck not even this job I hate working at, just integrity.... but hey if its kept me alive for this long maybe it means something more than it does just looking at it from face value. I hope to find peace of mind sometime next week, if I have to get rid of my cat..... I hope to find peace of mind within the next 6 months hahahahahaha #iwantokillmyself

Tuesday May 16th, 2023

[kismesisheadcanons]

hii idk if you do hiveswap but um. kuprum & fozzer

yeah i do that now. just finished the game.

Though, there's a little more information in hiveswap friendsim, which I've also previously played.

bear with me here, I'm fresh off the research presses, lacking of sleep, and with the motor control skills of someone who somehow survived the electric chair. this one might be formatted a little different

KUPRUM AND FOZZER AKA KUPZER/FOZRUM/ I COULDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO THINK OF A FUNNY NAME ASIDE FROM RA RA RASPUTIN WHICH SUCKS BUT WHATEVER

lets cover the basics

kuprum maxlol. hope aspect, prospit sway. redditor, essentially. extremely powerful psionic, trizza simp.

fozzer velyes. heart aspect, derse sway. gravedigger, cemetery tender. former revolutionaire, now royalist, tragic victim of doc scratch being a fucking kidney stone of a man. fozzers route made me a little bit sad tbh.

into the dynamic.

while having some things in common, they've also got a few key differences i believe may be conducive to a rivalry, and a few that aren't.

-royalism. both know where their loyalties lie. with fozzer thinking there couldn't be a better system out there, and kuprum generally just being the number 1 trizza fan on Alternia. he seems to believe that he's going to be the gold to power her ship, and honestly if all goes as is designed, i dont doubt it, considering the purpose of the moiraillegence he has with folykl. he knows what happens to the greatest psychics, and is "sincerely thrilled" (>mfw car battery and loving it) to have that happen to him.

fozzer... hm. his opinion on this, i suppose, could go one of two ways, or possibly could cause some conflicting opinions if you wanna take bits of both.

He could be like "ah_yes_fellow_loyalist_I_too_am_thrilled_about_it_or_some_shit" yknow, in agreeance, or, he could hear some of kuprums weird bullshit about getting brainfucked tentacle ways and be like "woah_that_is_an_EXTREME_PERVERSION" but honestly, I'm going to go with the latter. in which case, we have our

respect

from fozzer, at least, the part of the relationship that keeps a rivalry from being just straight up platonic hatred (other than the concupiscent feelings of course, among one or two other things). on kuprums end though? I don't exactly see that being enough for kuprum. I think he'd need a little more.

now, I imagine fozzer, as someone who digs in the fucking hard ass dirt all goddamn day, may possibly be jacked as shit. and I imagine the exact opposite for fucking omegalul headass. then again, he does have that big ass backpack and also carries his moirail around everywhere, but there's also the fact that the muscles used to carry a backpack and the muscles used to do active work with a shovel and maintain a graveyard are very different, as one set is for lifting with your back and shoulders and the other is for warfare against the Dirt And Rocks so that the very ground beneath you yields to your attempts to surgically implant a forever box in it.

I'm not sure if kuprum subscribes to alpha male strength brainrot though. in fact I'm pretty sure he doesn't, considering the little prank he and folykl pulled on those blues. but if you think otherwise, be my guest to incorporate "why is this burgundy physically stronger than me" i guess, which would be conflicting feelings of both respect and

rivalry.

this is getting a little bit long, so sorry about that.

i can see their rivalry being mostly stoked by the fact kuprum is a shit-stirrer, maker of problems.

list of shit that could possibly stoke some annoyance

-pranks. his pranks tend to be uhhh. in the spirit of alternia. can range from mildly infuriating, extremely inconveniencing, or downright dangerous.

-general reddit behavior. speaks for itself

-motherfucker likes to delve out roasts like he works at arbys, he HAS the meats, (not the oblong meat product kind like diemen) and could possibly cause one to develop some beef about it.

i can, actually, believe it or not, also see fozzer retaliating with a subtle jab when provoked, maybe.

summary.

in summary, despite the counterpoints ive brought up, i think these two could possibly form a rivalry that would make sense. if not, i can at least see some sort of unrequited pitch-pining. possibly from kuprums side, believe it or not. vriska at aradia style.

if you have anything you'd like me to add, and that goes for any of you not just the asker, put it in the notes and I'll add and re-evaluate.

[dweamisland]

im gonna ramble about my fireafy playlist and what each song means for me at least lol im coping wip cuz im going to work dbbdbdjd

lover boy- for me !! this song is very leafy perspective and it just fits the fast pace of their relationship n then boom the tumble. this lyric “You know my heart can't take the break Nothin' will ever be the same We'll meet again some other day” just Gah !!!

i dont know you- this song was put there bc of this one pmv i saw but its really them !! not much thought to this one a very leafy perspective one (theres. alot for them WEH ) i like this lyric “Then honestly I’m fine With keeping my trust in you it's time to walk in my shoes, it's true ive tried, makin' it up to you But if I did all that I had to do Would you be here in my room?”

she wants me ( to be loved)- leafy perspective! this one was for the onesidedness she felt from firey and maybe this was her being hopeful about fireys intentions. i think she remains optimistic but still. having those doubts SIGH “I can't stop feelin', I want her love But all my dreamin' is not enough So in the mornin', the sun will rise And I'll wake up and she won't be mine”

nothing has changed- THIS FUCKING SONG. it can go either way i think . i love to think about them thinking of their time together its just time to reminisce !!! “Even when I'm old and blue I think about my time with you just break the clock and make it stop I miss it when we talk a lot” wawawawawa

new years eve - this song is a leafy perspective LOL but with each its a happy new year its a different segment of the bfdi series basically building up to her being upset w firey after they argue but its so. augh she tries but no avail ! “It's a happy new year Here I am again Writing in my car And this time I can't pretend that we are friends We're not friends Friends don't do the things we did And the ones you've done since then Makes me think we've never been” (THERES ALOT OF LYRICS I LIKE but i think i like this one best)

so alright cool whatever-

out like a light- a firey perspective one i wanna think… this is him reflecting a bit maybe before they made up. like i know hes stubborn but i think he will acknowledge it at least not agree w it but be like hm ok ! its very. god i wanna make maybe a short pmv for it or smthg the first chorus is def a slow realization and then when we get to the verse its him regretting it lol “I'm sicker every day and now I'm terrified of talking to my friends only to stay still Dreaming of our first born and your hair covered in popcorn You never leave You never leave you never leave”

cotten candy skies- a little bit of both !! i wanna say the first few verses are leafys side and how she feels about the whole situation and then when we get to the part where the song swells up and gets a little more intense its fireys side and how hes feeling about ! and its much harder for him to process cuz in his head its like hes doing the right thing but we already know thats not the case

[seokjinsonlyone]

Oohh I don't know if my comments have been sending 💔 Tumblr has been so rude lately about not allowing me to send asks or write comments sometimes, but YES what you said about Hobi!! A few months back when he posted that picture of him in nothing but a robe in his hotel room I saw a comment on Twitter or Insta idk that was like "He fucks, and we have to accept that.😭" and I was like 'accept'? Bitch I support the Hoseok slut campaign full throttle.

He is so mmm, I think how much of a flirt he is, is often overlooked but when you observe his body language and his space presence, especially now?? There's this air of confidence that you know comes from a man who's got it going ON!!

Would meet your eyes from across the room, would make you get all shy would just a glance, would basically fuck you on the dance floor with how scandalous your moves are together, and would send you home in the morning limping, sore, hair a hot mess, with nothing but a cute kiss like he wasn't a demon the night before.

And he is soooo foul for that because I just know he gives you the boyfriend experience afterward. Would wake you up in the morning with slow sllooowwwww kisses all over your body, would let you pick out anything from room service and feed it to you in bed.

Even when you're trying to sneak out early in the morning because you're trying to be respectful of the fact that he's an idol and not down for anyone clingy, he'd feel you leaving and look at you half-lidded, chest bare, voice deep, as you try to find the panties that he no doubt hid from you somewhere to...enjoy later...and hits you with the "leaving so soon baby? I'm hurt."

and when he can see in your face that you got butterflies in your stomach from that one phrase, he continues to push it omg, in this sweet, borderline mocking tone. "C'mon, I couldn't have been that bad right?" and makes soft mouth noises like you're some type of animal that needs to be coaxed back into bed with him, and honestly, with the way ya'll went at it last night you wouldn't be surprised if you were. And then he sits up a bit and the sheet drifts a little further down his waist and he spreads his legs a little, just enough to draw attention to the area and you look down and see he's already hard and dripping pre, enough to leave the sheet damp.

The next time he speaks it comes out breathless and rough and he stares directly into your eyes as it he says it..."because daddy can make it up to you if he was. Nice and slow if that's how you like it. I don't mind setting aside a day for you baby. I'll figure you out, don't you worry. Just come back to bed and let me show you how good I can be for you, yeah? I'll let you tell me what to do...let you use me until you're dripping on both of us, okay?"

Yeah...you dont leave the bed until at least mid-day. And when you wake up to those wet, hot, lips of his all over you as he holds up the breakfast menu for the five-star hotel...you start to see why there are so many NDAs in this industry because this man is too much.

Is a slut so he sends you back with one of his shirts and boxers on. Does not let you leave in anything else and promises to dry clean your dress for you. Lets you take one of his personal drivers back to where you need to be. Kisses you long and hard on the mouth as you have to leave, then sweet on the temple, and says "special treatment for my special girl." Gives you his number with the note that he might not always respond, but if you need anything, physical or otherwise, he better be the first person you call. Walks you down the car and doesn't go back inside until he sees you drive away safely because he's sick like that. -🌻

SHE CAME TO THE PARTY WITH A SWITCH ON THE GLOCK 😭😭😭😭😭 DEAD IM DEAD THERES CASUALTIES

like U SO RIGHT about this bc hobi seems to value efficiency nd if u was already there for the night you might as well make the most of the day too 🤷‍♀️

but fr fr the nail on the coffin for me truly was you saying he wouldn’t go back inside until you drove away safely LIKE THE ABSOLUTE SLUTTIEST THING A MAN CAN DO IS CARE ABOUT YOUR WELL-BEING AND HOBI SO WOULD GIRL U GOT ME PROJECTILE VOMITTING GOODBYE

🧎‍♀️🚶‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[dancing-cockroaches]

I'm really disappointed in the state of Nevada for having no good haunted house experiences. Or if they do, for not popping up on my phone as some sort of ad or shady craigslist listing. You are telling me we have this large Hills Have Eyes creepy-ass state and we're just using none of it. That the people who had the resources to actually make a haunted house decided, "why use a creepy ghost town or literally anywhere else when we can use the IKEA parking lot". I admit my idea may be a bit over the top but I'm just disappointed no one tried some form of it.

Well sharks, I present an idea to you today. I suggest we set up a "creepy ghost town tour". And we make it seem like just that. An extreme ghost town tour that's like a fully interactive/immersive haunted house outdoor escape experience. Instead there's a twist. No, not actual ghosts. It is not actually a ghost town at all. Because it's actually inhabited by a cult. Of course they're just actors, unless there actually is a cult already there, anyone who's actually driven through Nevada knows what I mean when I say that may be a risk. And if that happens we're still gonna roll with it because these people came for an experience and goddamnit they're going to get one.

As for the exact location, there is a lot to choose from, but we dont want one that's too well known. Some other tourist company probably already have their hands on it, and I'm not good with legal stuff so it's best if it's one that has been forgotten about for so long no one with authority will realize I'm using it. Preferably one you cant even find on a list, so some scouting may be required, but trust me they're out there I highly doubt theyre all accounted for. Especially in Nye considering it feels like almost nobody lives there to this day despite it being the largest county. Most people who work there dont even live there.

Getting there may be an issue for participants. "Oh I dont like driving in the desert it's boring and theres no radio reception blah blah blah" and most tourists dont have a car here anyway. Because let's be real, anyone who has money to actually have fun in Las Vegas are tourists but we will have a local discount. So we offer an option to be transported by van, where there will also be a tour guide to begin the experience by giving a brief (embellished) history of this ghost town. The people who decide to drive will also get the history at some point.

So now they're at the ghost town. I guess now is as good time as any to bring up a problem I forgot to mention earlier. When discussing this with my husband, he pointed out "this is an open carry state" there will be a strict no gun rule "this is a concealed carry state" we will have those "beep beep beep" security wands so people can be scanned as they enter "what about bugs and pests" Nevada desert is home to the most devilish of insects, including vinegaroons and camel spiders, the area will be treated by an exterminator. Of course that probably wont work so possible encounter with insects the size of a Honda will be included in the waiver. Oh yes, there will be a waiver, this is an immersive experience so it'd be necessary. Technically, the possibility of being jumped by a dark jerusalem cricket or giant crab spider is terrifying and would add to the horror.

So the tour goes as a normal ghost town tour for about an hour or so, but there are cult members lurking around. But not in a way that makes themselves seen, more like a "it feels like there's an unseen presence here" way. Until the tour leads directly to one of their rituals. Which no, won't be a giant burning totem or loud chanting, atleast not every time because that's tacky. Just a group of robed, or half naked, or what the hell fully naked because this is a 21+ experience, people just sitting quietly together cross legged with their eyes closed. The cult never notices the group at first so the tour guide acts concerned in a way where they didnt know about these people but want to keep the group calm so they try to hurry out, but that's when the cult notices. More members show up to surround the tour group. The cult either acts very aggressive or very nice in a creepy/manipulative way. And I mentioned the experience will have some changes to it at times, because people are blabber mouths and the twist will come out so we dont want it getting stale. Anyway blah blah blah I've been going on for long enough, that's all I have for now

[smolcuriouskitten]

Going in Circles

The days began to bleed together as her monotonous routine continued. Sam hasnt picked up a single call or text. He did say he was going on a hunt but she doubted that. She doubted that in her heart. The last time someone walked out on her, it ended in tears, divorce, and one hell of a hangover.

She knew he was too good to be true. She knew that things were going too well for her. She was fearful for his safety of course, not wanting to be so selfish to think that he just walked out on her. She wasnt linked with him yet, so how would she have known if he was alive or not? No no, dont think so grimly, just because hes human doesnt mean hes weak. He could be different. Hes a hunter, hunters always carry themselves in a safe manner. What if he was reckless?

Just scribble your thoughts into the book. Stop thinking about it for now, hes gonna be back. Roxie wasnt helping either, whispering little things in her ears about how he was probably dead. Stupid to fall in love with a human. A hunter at that. Okay, writing isnt helping. Maybe a shower and your mothers records will help ease the pain and make Roxie shut up.

Getting up from her spot on the couch, she turns on the water for the shower. She goes through her closet to find one of his hoodies he gave to her. On one of their dates, she was cold and he gave it to her and she meant to give it back to him but it slipped her mind. Grabbing it despite Roxie's protests, she hangs it by the door to slip on after her shower. She puts one of her mothers vinyls and puts it on the player, letting it play. The song was about how she would return, deja vu, one of those that would fill Ramondas for wanting ears.

Rockelle stepped into the shower and lets the water run over her, singing along with her mothers tape, Roxie's voice growing quiet. She had a moment of peace again. After a well deserved shower, she heard a car pull up into her driveway. She wasnt expecting company and she didnt get a call from Sam either. Moving from her bed, she walks downstairs, Kimchi peacefully by her side. Did he really return?

Seeing that flannel and his hair, the man she grew to love in one peace, all that worry left her. She was happy to see he was okay but she was angry. Angry that he left without notice, sad that he didnt think to tell her about it, that happiness was short lived. "Hi Rocky. It..its been awhile." He said with open arms as she opened the door for him, intead of giving him a hug, she just looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

"Oh Im aware. You didnt think to call to let me know you were okay? Or at least tell me where you were going?" Rockelle responded coldly and Sam's jaw clenched, his smile dropping to a frown. "Im sorry. The hunt had required all of my attention. I should have called to let you know what was going on." She steps aside so he can come in and he nods briefly, walking in, Rockelle shutting the door behind him.

"So Im not worthy of at least 10% of your attention? A simple text saying 'im okay' is better than nothing." She argues and Sam sighs, his word choice was questionable and it ignited an argument. "Rocky, I didnt mean it like that. Im just saying with hunts, they are time sensitive and even a minute of my brother and I not paying attention to our surroundings or research could be fatal." He quips back, Rockelle scoffing and nodding. "Right right. Was it time sensitive when you left without telling me?" She asks, tilting her head as she waited for his answer.

"I understand how that can be frustrating. I should have let you know where I was going. That was wrong of me to just up and leave without notice." He answers, clenching his jaw and holding his head. Rockelle hums in response, folding her arms. "I am still mad at you even with your apology. I get worried easily Sam. I dont want you to just leave without telling or giving me an idea as to what you are doing. I dont want you to just walk out on me and I dont know if you are gonna come back..." That anger she felt began to fizzle away into sadness, feeling bad that she was being selfish and mean to him, despite him coming back. Before she knew it, tears began to fall down her face, making Sam rush in and hold her face.

"Hey hey! Its okay! Im sorry, I should have said something. That was wrong of me to go without saying anything. Nothings gonna happen to me, I will always be here." He soothes, wiping her tears away and Rockelle sniffs, nodding her head. She didnt tell him about her abilities yet, about how she would outlive him inevitably. She didnt want to say that she couldnt lose him before his time, all she could do was nod and cry.

"I love you...and I dont wanna lose you." Her voice trembled and Sam kisses her forehead, resting his head on top of hers. "I love you too. And you wont, I promise. Im not going anywhere." He mused, pressing more kisses on her soft skin, leaving a final kiss on her nose that was red from crying. "Hey." Sam called, making Rockelle look at him, sniffling, waiting curiously. "You look adorable in my hoodie by the way." He compliments and boops her nose, making Rockelle nod and smile softly. "Thank you baby." She leaves a kiss on his nose making him smile as they both held each other close.

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