#why did I write 82 pages of this

[clyrnin10yearslater]

what was teenage me on that I am discovering yet another unpublished (and incomplete) fic that is 82 pages long oh my god

[maracujatangerine]

82. Taking Note

CW: mental health issues, institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

The pale light of an overcast winter’s day flattened all the colours; the yellow curtains, the violet saintpaulia on the windowsill, the pet’s own blonde hair, everything taking on a washed-out tinge of grey. Coriander sat at the kitchen table, pen in hand, staring at a blue notebook. Miss Lydia had asked it to choose one of the notebooks at her bookshop yesterday.

“Perhaps you would like to try writing down your thoughts?” She had suggested, gently. “It is not for me to read. I promise that I won’t. Cross my heart, and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!”

She laughed, but the look in her brown eyes was serious.

“You can write down anything you want, and it will be for your eyes only, okay?”

The pet had nodded and told her that it understood. Now, Miss Lydia was out. She had gone for coffee with Cecilia, and the pet had elected to stay at home.

The notebook it had chosen had a Japanese-style drawing of a cresting wave on the cover, the white tips of the wave rendered with splashes in glossy silver. The white pages were neatly lined in black.

The radio was on in the background, a piece by Händel tugging at some half-remembered string at the back of the pet’s mind. Cory knew that Miss Lydia had left Radio 3 on for the pet’s sake, but that she wouldn’t mind if it changed the station, just like she hadn’t minded that the pet had chosen to stay behind when she went out.

It used to agonise endlessly over such small decisions. Did Miss Lydia want it to say yes or no? Would this thing make it a better pet, or would that?

Nowadays, more and more, it felt like it could trust that its owner said what she meant. If she needed it to come, she would let it know. If she gave it a choice, she truly wanted it to make up its own mind.

That was an unprecedented freedom. Generosity beyond its wildest dreams. It knew it was extraordinarily lucky.

It should be happy, should it not?

And it was grateful, it was!

But happiness eluded it

In the beginning, everything had brought it joy. Or, well, at least relief.

Having its wounds treated, feeling its body healing, aches and pains receding to the back of its mind and gradually fading away.

Hunger, the dull gnawing of an empty stomach, the weakness and loss of focus that comes with days and days without enough food to eat. The terrible fear of feeling your own body consuming itself to stay alive. No more!

In its life with Miss Lydia, Coriander could still feel hungry, sometimes. At the end of a long day, before lunch at work, out on a hike in the woodlands. But it never felt truly hungry. That bottomless need for sustenance was a thing of the past.

These things brought relief. The joy came later.

Miss Lydia gently petting its hair, and Coriander genuinely wanting - and daring - to lean into her touch.

Playing the tin whistle for Miss Indira and the doctor responding with enthusiastic applause.

Laughing together with Miss Lydia without the pet having to carefully guard every word to avoid angering its owner.

Working at the shop and being given a nod of approval from Miss Carla at a job well done.

Sitting in the garden and watching flowers bloom from seeds they had sown together.

These were all things of joy, of beauty. Miss Lydia was consistently fair and kind. The pet felt healthy now, strong, even. Its damaged shoulder still impeded its daily life, its scars ached sometimes, and the nightmares refused to go away, but these were mere trifles in the grand scheme of things.

So, why wasn’t it happy?

It should be. It had been.

But now, lately, it was like some undefined malaise had taken hold of the pet. A depressing weight that suffused everything, that stole joy out of everything, just like the grey winter light leaked the colours away.

Looking down on the pages, the pet realised it had written the same sentence over and over.

Why did this happen to me?

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The Scottish Boy by Alex de Campi - 5/5 stars

This book managed to rip my heart out at least 3 times. I loved it. Medieval enemies-to-lovers slow burn; very romantic. Kinda read like fanfiction at times but in a good way. 10/10 would read a follow-up love story about Arundel and Captain Wekena. If you like Captive Prince, give this one a try.

Reforged by Seth Haddon - 4/5 stars

Pretty good bodyguard romantasy. Ironically CS Pacat blurbed this one (another am-I-in-the-matrix moment). The world was interesting and I enjoyed the politics, though they're definitely not as complicated as other SFF politics I've gone feral over (see: Captive Prince, Winter's Orbit, A Memory Called Empire). I ordered the sequel after I finished this.

The Doctor's Date by Heidi Cullinan - 4/5 stars

A Power Unbound by Freya Marske - 5/5 stars

Where do I start? I love, love, LOVE A Marvellous Light. It's one of my favorite books ever. None of the rest of the books in the trilogy could live up to it, really, because it's so good. You'll notice I rated this one 5 stars though, because quite honestly I fell prey to a bit of The Academy Paying The Lord of the Rings Trilogy Its Due syndrome. I did love this book and thought it was better than A Restless Truth (which I still loved!) but part of that is, quite frankly, just due to the fact that I prefer m/m romance to f/f romance.

Anyway. This was such a good finale to the trilogy. I loved that the romance was a giant middle finger to purity cultists. I loved that one of the mains was Italian. I loved finally getting the story of what happened to the Alston twins. One thing I thought was really cool was how, viewed from the outside, you totally get why Edwin is such a loner. I really admire from a writing perspective how Marske pulled that off.

I feel like there's a lot to be said about what Marske was trying to SAY with this book, but I definitely need to reread it first before I can articulate any of it. The purity culture stuff is obvious, but the magic system too. I feel like Jack when he's almost able to connect everything in his mind into a bigger idea, but he can't quite get there.

I've got a special edition from Illumicrate coming, so I'll be rereading it when I have that.

Oh also, this book was the embodiment of all that one tumblr post -

The Guncle by Steven Rowley - 5/5 stars

I saw this in bookstores for years before I finally gave in and bought it. The blurb makes it sound insufferable and twee. Ignore the blurb. This was such a good book about grief and learning how to live again after terrible loss.

I Like Me Better by Robby Weber - 4/5 stars

At last I can stop getting the Lauv song stuck in my head whenever I set eyes on this book (it's stuck in my head as I type this). Pretty standard-issue YA, but it was cute and had a good message.

The Stagsblood King by Gideon E Wood - 4/5 stars

Another book about moving on from grief! This is the second book in a trilogy. When I was trying to determine if I wanted to read on beyond book 1, I scoured the internet for information about what happens in books 2 and 3. Eventually I decided, hell, I enjoyed book 1 well enough, even if what I want to happen in the rest of the trilogy doesn't happen, they're worth reading. SO, to that end, I will tell anyone looking for info that Tel gets romantically involved with a new man in this one, which, eh. I still want him to somehow end up with Vared. It was still quite good though.

In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune - DNF at pg 82

So funnily, we were at the bookstore the day I was about to start reading this, and my wife pointed out Ravensong (also by Klune) to me and said, "Do you have this one?" I made a face and said, "That's an older one of his books and I'm wary of his early work after that horrible Verania series. I don't think I've ever read an author as hit or miss as TJ Klune."

I wrote the above when I was 60 pages in and now I have officially DNFed this. Listen. You know how in Thor: Love and Thunder, Taika Waititi was clearly given free rein to do whatever he wanted, so all of his worst impulses made it to the final cut unchecked? Yeah. That's what this book is like.

Here's my Storygraph review: I see Klune is officially Too Big To Edit now. This book has exactly the same problem that his awful Verania series had—a joke that's funny at first but quickly grows tiresome when it's repeated five times per page. The emphasis on Victor's asexuality was also weird and read like Klune was just super proud of himself for writing an ace character.

Lion's Legacy by LC Rosen - 4.25/5 stars

Queer, YA Indiana Jones, but less #problematic. This book had some eerie similarities to my own archaeology adventure novel(s), which made me wonder half-seriously if I somehow know Lev Rosen? Anyway, I feared this would be very heavy-handed and not nuanced on archaeology's ethical dilemmas, since it's YA and also the current culture is to view said dilemmas as completely black and white with no nuance, but I was pleasantly surprised. It manages to examine that, queerness, and daddy issues, plus has time to be a genuinely fun and exciting adventure story. Highly recommend.

Too White to be Coloured, Too Coloured to be Black by Ismail Lagardien - 4/5 stars

I picked up this memoir in a bookstore at OR Tambo airport in Johannesburg as research for Six Places to Fall in Love, since Percy is coloured. A pretty brutal read, but good, and definitely good research. The author was a photographer and journalist through the most violent years of apartheid.

The Splendid and the Vile by Erik Larson - 5/5 stars

Two nonfiction books in a row?? This is the second book by Erik Larson I've read, the first being the excellent The Devil in the White City. I'm not, in general, all that interested in WWII when it comes to military history, but this book is about the day to day lives of Churchill and the people surrounding him (with brief stops to visit FDR and high-ranking Nazis sprinkled throughout). This is a very, very good book, and I recommend reading it if only as a reminder of the resilience and bravery of ordinary people under terrifying circumstances.

Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh - 5/5 stars

Holy shit. Holy shit is this book good. Imagine the love child of Lost, Person of Interest, and Battlestar Galactica, but queer and with multiverse shenanigans thrown in.

I need everyone to read this book. Now. Yesterday. Get to it.

[felinelord-bowbeforemepeasant]

Something that been on my mind

Warning: there maybe some grammar mistake in this cause english isn't my first language and also iam not an analyst or theorists or anything is just that I just want to get this out of my mind

The new bsd manga cover is out and I just realized something

The upside down pose of atsushi and if I remember correctly what happened in volume 21 is equivalent to "sh*t is going down" and if iam right then volume 24 is a manga cover for chap 105 to 109 (unless there another chapter coming out but it will be in September so i just gonna put it like that) also equivalent to "things are turning to the worse" kinda like volume 21.

I'm not an analyst or anything but it will be great for someone to do an analysis on this

It just atsushi is being upside down in the volume manga cover lately and there have to some hint for it cause harukawa art always have meaning or some parallel for something

Also if I remember correctly there are a tarot mayoi card for atsushi and his cards is the fool

(Credit the art to the game bungou lost tales)

I remember someone already did an analysis on this card so I'm just gonna link it later

So here is the meaning of the fool

- UPRIGHT: (new) beginnings, freedom/free-spirited, adventure, travel, originality, innocence, foolishness, carelessness, idealism, youth, spontaneity, lack of commitment.

- REVERSED: recklessness/risk-taking, carelessness, negligence, stupidity, distraction, apathy, irrationality, lack of fun/hope/faith, holding back.

With what is going on in the manga and atsushi upside down pose in the new manga volume I gonna go with the reversed one

The lack of fun/hope/faith are what is currently happen in right now in the manga and the holding back thing is kinda related to how atsushi have to hold back so he can't hurt akutagawa (it in chapter 108) i guess but the other I'm not so sure

Like I say I'm not an analyst it just when I see the new manga cover my thought just spiraled to this

And here is the link to the analysis about the tarot mayoi card

We also need someone to talk about this too

(Credit the art to harukawa sango)

This is the new illustration art of harukawa and the first thing that I notice is why fukuchi scar is yellow the same color of atsushi eyes and fukuchi scar here is like a claw mark however maybe it was just a scar when he was fighting with the ability experiment "werewolves" or the semi-immortal ability user "wasp" (it in chapter 82) but why the claw scar is yellow and atsushi eyes is also yellow here so that gonna mean something

I also see a post talking about this too

And here

Also I hope that you guys still remember that the DOA still have the page right

And they gonna write on the back of the page at the next full moon

(I don't know what time it is in the current chapter but I guess it not the day of the full moon yet)

The real question is why DID they chose the next full moon they could have chose any day but why (I did see some questions about this too)

Now what are the thing about full moon that we are all know about

Yep that's right atsushi ability

I also want to add this: "he was actually transforming into a white tiger under the moonlight due to his ability" (Credit to wiki)

And who is holding the page right now- yes is fukuchi

But is he really the one holding the page, I see some post point it out that the page is blank or quite clear like it didn't even have any word on it so we have another question it is really the page

We also see another person shroud by darkness and writing on the page

We don't know yet if this person is affiliated with doa or fyodor or they are someones that haven't been revealed yet or the creator of the book itself

So is the page that fukuchi holding is just a decoy(a fake page?) And the real one is being keep at somewhere else because it is something that are super valuable, and you can't just keep it on yourself all the time cause what if something unexpected happen

Does that mean that there are gonna be some connection revealed or an answer to some questions that have been unanswered or just a foreshadowing for something that gonna happen later in the manga

I guess we just have to wait though cause I remember a translate of a interview with asagiri and he say that doa arc is not the end and there are going to be a "order of the clock tower" arc but I'm not sure.

(And also resolve some mystery about atsushi cause he have so many hole in his backstory and there so many question about him that haven't been answer)

P.S: I want to write more about it but my mind just got overload-like I was having a very bad headache and my eyes feel kind of sleepy

Also did I do this analysis (theory) post as the same time as the the other one- yes (you know what maybe that the reason why i was having a headache i mean doing both analysis(theory) at the same time can leave you quite tired), do I really need a break- yes...maybe it just I have so many to do right now and I really want to but my mind just blank so yeah I might take a break

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﹒ sung hanbin love timeline!

nonidol!shanbin x reader warning ﹕angst kinda (but u get some comfort so!) + nothing else! edit status ﹕not edited ..  word count  ﹕722 words  previous ⠀ next ⠀ ⠀masterlist 

the crying shore’s tears have been wiped. there really was no more hope. you two really were just a bunch of fools that left your lives on the shore you met. you chuckled looking at how the water moved back, only a second after it came crashing forward. was that how you were with him? how could you not realize that it was all gone? there was no more love, no more care, no more “how was your day?” or genuine i love you’s. you two were just there under the label, there for the little sanity you believed you still had left.  oh this was so draining, you couldn’t help but to just fall onto your knees feeling them dig into the sand. chugging down the alcohol in your hand, you grimaced at the burning feeling down your throat. the alcohol seemed to be the only thing that stopped your throat from clogging up again, leading you to desperately drink it all, and letting out a loud sob as you realized the bottle had finally been emptied out. 

“why would you cry at such a beautiful sight?” 

you scoffed. what was so beautiful about it? all it did was remind you of the failed love and heartbreak you were currently experiencing. the words spoken from the masculine voice just made you grow more bitter. how come he didn’t have to experience such pain here? why did it have to be you of all people? 

“this beach ... is like athena. such a good reputation but she cursed poor medusa over a momentary affair.” “that’s understandable.” 

you were still dazed and zoned out staring into the beach even after his words, but hearing his next words just made the flimsy wall you had quickly built up within the few moments, come tumbling down. 

“you know you can cry no matter what right? even with me here?” 

as if it was just a trigger, you just fell right back into your depressive state. for some reason it didn’t hurt as bad now, because for once after those 15 years you thought you experienced comfort from your old lover, you knew for a fact that the rubbing on your back, the way he pulled you in for a hug after you let out a weak nod for consent, the way he stroked your head saying the most comforting words you had finally heard after so long, “i wish i could take this pain away from you”, “you don’t deserve to feel so hurt”. the crying slowly ended but you couldn’t help but want to embrace this feeling for a little longer, afraid to feel alone again. 

“hmmm, what do i do? i can’t have you feeling so down and alone?” 

it was then when you looked up and realized you really didn’t even know how this man looked. he had such an innocent face, especially since he spoke with his cheeks puffed, looking like a (cute sorry had to) chipmunk. he had brown hair with some strands that shifting and blowing to the wind. a pair of dark glasses that framed his face perfectly and displayed his dark eyes through the clean clear lenses. you almost felt envious for a second until he spoke in his eloquent voice while pulling out a mini journal and ripping out a page, writing as quickly as possible, especially after hearing vibrations and an alarm go off on his phone. 

“you can always call me whenever you feel lonely, when you want to talk to someone, when you want someone to laugh with you. anything. i pinky promise!” 

hesitantly taking the paper with a shaky hand, you took the paper clutching onto it, almost as if your life depended on it. you could practically feel his beaming smile as he saw you take it, taking your other hand and interlocking your pinky together. when a call came ringing his phone is when he finally realized he had to leave. just as quickly as he came, he left, but you were glad to know it would only be momentarily. uncrumpling the paper that had balled up in your fist. 

sung hanbin +82 XXX-XXX-XXXX call me whenever! :) 

letting out a chuckle, you couldn’t help but think, what a strange night with the crying shore’s tears that have been wiped. 

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Harry and the Press: Read All About It?

A prince of the realm taking on Britain’s biggest newspapers is surely newsworthy? Not if you’re a reader of one of these titles, writes Liz Gerard

Liz Gerard

24 May 2023

In the 45 days from 28 March to 12 May, members of the Royal Family featured on our national newspaper front pages 320 times. These appearances included 133 photographs and 82 lead stories.

What do you expect? you might ask. We’ve just had a Coronation for the first time in 70 years. And we can all pledge allegiance to the new King. And Kate had a go at climbing a wall. And Charlotte had a birthday. And Louis wore blue. And some of them went to the pub and drank beer or a gin and tonic. And Camilla’s a jolly good egg. And Meghan is self-centred. And Harry…

Ah yes, Harry.

Harry flew in from America twice during that period. Once to make a brief appearance at the Coronation; and once to attend the High Court, where he has launched three cases, accusing the Mail, the Sun and the Mirror of illegal breaches of privacy.

He was joined in his case against the Mail by Baroness Lawrence, Elton John, David Furnish, Sadie Frost, Liz Hurley and Simon Hughes. Only Hurley and Hughes were missing from court on day one – 27 March. Quite a big deal, you might have thought. Five very big names, including a royal prince, appearing in court in person to sue our most popular news brand. Imagine the sort of coverage that turnout would have achieved were they taking on the BBC rather than the Mail.

So how many of those 320 front-page items did this four-day hearing account for? Six – almost all on the first day.

The Times and Telegraph both had a main photograph of Harry with a caption explaining why he was in the country; the i and Mirror had puffs – the i referring to the court case, the Mirror ignoring that altogether in favour of the King being too busy to see his son. The Guardian also had Harry as the main picture, alongside a splash that focused on Baroness Lawrence’s assertion that she felt betrayed by the Mail – which has made great capital over the years from its pursuit of her son’s murderers.

But the case was covered inside, wasn’t it? Up to a point, Lord Copper.

The Times, i and Telegraph had page leads. The first two focused on the allegations against the Mail; the Telegraph – in common with the other papers that carried anything at all – went on the line that Harry wouldn’t be seeing Dad while he was here. The Mail, which had described the lawsuits as “a pre-planned and orchestrated attempt to draw it into the phone-hacking scandal” and the allegations as “preposterous smears”, ploughed its own furrow with a page five lead headlined ‘Key witness says hacking claims “false”‘. A private investigator who had told the plaintiffs’ lawyers 18 months earlier that he had acted illegally on behalf of the Mail – “hacking phones, tapping landlines and bugging cars” – had now produced another signed statement retracting it all.

The paper’s owner, Associated, wanted the case thrown out, arguing, among other things, that it was based on material given in confidence to the Leveson Inquiry and because it was out of time. It also applied for anonymity for its journalists “in order to prevent distinguished journalists having their reputations destroyed in the event that the case never proceeds to full trial”. The granting of this application was phrased as “the judge quickly awarded victory to the Mail”. Somehow the factoid that it had been made under the auspices of human rights legislation – which the Mail has repeatedly said should be repealed – did not make it into print.

So much for day one. If Baroness Lawrence was a tasty starter, day two brought a seriously meaty main course in the form of Prince Harry’s witness statement. There were two central features:

The Royal Family had known about phone-hacking, he said, but didn’t tell him and did nothing about it for fear of opening a can of worms. There was even, he said, a private agreement with the Murdoch papers not to “engage or even discuss” the possibility of bringing claims against them until the hacking litigation was over.

His assertion that he had decided to sue Associated because “if the most influential newspaper company can evade justice… the whole country is doomed”. The statement continued: “I am bringing this claim because I love my country and I remain deeply concerned by the unchecked power, influence and criminality of Associated. The evidence I have seen shows that Associated’s journalists are criminals with journalistic powers which should concern every single one of us. The British public deserve to know the full extent of this cover-up and I feel it is my duty to expose it.”

Wow. Just a reminder that this is a statement by a royal prince in documents to the High Court – not a barb thrown out by some bloke in the pub. And he was there, in the flesh, to hear his words read out.

It may be that it shows, as the Mail attests, that he is obsessed. But it surely merits reporting. Apparently not on page one. Only one title – the i – had any mention of the case or Harry’s allegations on the cover, and that as a small puff. The Times had a new portrait of the King, the Telegraph told readers that Charles would be dining with his cousins in Germany. Even the Guardian was too busy with its mea culpa on its founder’s links to slavery.

Most papers ran page leads inside, although the i and The Times did not mention the alleged pact with its stablemates at News Group Newspapers (the Sun and News of the World’s parent company) or Harry’s explanation of why he was suing. As to the two titles whose owners have paid out millions in hacking damages to prevent hundreds of other cases going to court: the Mirror managed five paragraphs in a small single on the royals knowing about hacking; the Sun nothing.

And the Mail? Not a word of those key elements from the Harry witness statement. Instead, it led its spread on its own statement, building on the private investigator’s recantation, with a panel on the side with his “point by point” rebuttals of the claims against Associated. It’s one thing to get your retaliation in first, but this took one-sided reporting to another level.

Harry’s next action, which he watched by video-link, started on 25 April to take on the Sun, which – like the Mail – has always denied phone-hacking. This time his central claim was even more sensational: that News Group Newspapers owners had paid Prince William “a very large sum of money” as part of a private settlement to stop him suing for hacking.

This time the story made the splash for the Guardian and for the Telegraph, which “understood” that the figure was about £1 million. But its headline wasn’t the ‘Prince’s £1m phone hacking deal’ you might have expected, but that the claim had “left Coronation peace hopes in tatters”. There was, however, a spread inside as well, which was more than anyone else did.

The Times had a page lead and the Express a chunky story on its Coronation spread. But the Mail had just a small single-column on page 10 that started “Prince Harry has dragged William into his war on the British press”. The Sun and the Mirror ran nothing. Royal developments deemed worthy of front-page coverage included a chocolate bust of the King and his resistance to having Heathrow’s Terminal 5 named after him.

There was more interest the next day, after the judge said he was troubled by “factual inconsistencies” in Harry’s story, with more prominent coverage, including a small story in the Mirror (albeit on a different angle) and an early righthand page lead in the Mail.

As with the case against the Mail, third day coverage was more limited – the angle this time being actor Hugh Grant’s claim that stars’ homes were burgled at the Sun’s behest. For the third successive day, the case made the front of the Guardian, a page lead for The Times – and not a single word in the Sun. The Mail may have skewed coverage of its own case for the defence, but at least it was there. The Sun, whose lawyers wanted the case dismissed as out of time, just pretended it wasn’t happening and ignored it altogether.

Harry’s next homecoming was what the Mail called his “blink and you’ve missed it” trip for the Coronation. He may have gone back to California swiftly after the ceremony, but he hadn’t finished with the courts. For just under a week later, on 10 May, a third case started – against Mirror Group Newspapers. And this time it wasn’t a preliminary hearing, but a proper trial, expected to last seven weeks. Harry wasn’t in court for the opening speeches, but was lined up to give evidence, possibly for as long as three days, in June.

The two key features of the first day was MGN’s admission of, and apology for, a single instance of illegal information gathering – by the People – that it said was worthy of compensation, and the assertion by lawyer David Sherborne that it was “inconceivable” that Piers Morgan was unaware of phone-hacking under his editorship. This claim had been made in one of the previous cases and was, indeed, the subject of two identical Guardian front page headlines.

Morgan – a former Editor of the News of the World and the Daily Mirror who now presents a show on Rupert Murdoch’s Talk TV and writes a column for the Sun – had (coincidentally?) just recorded an interview with the BBC’s Amol Rajan in which he was asked about hacking on his watch. He said he didn’t know how to hack a phone (even though he had written about it in his autobiography and is reported to have explained how to do it to a Tony Blair aide), and that he was unaware that hacking had been going on at his papers. He also declared that he wasn’t going to take lectures on privacy from Harry and Meghan, who had, he said, constantly invaded the Royal Family’s privacy.

What did our papers make of all that? Apart from the Guardian, only the i and Telegraph had anything on the front, in each case a puff. The i took the ‘Morgan knew’ line, while the Telegraph went with ‘Morgan mocks Duke’. The FT had the earliest inside coverage with a five-column page two story headlined “Mirror accused of industrial scale illegality”. Everyone else pushed the story back as far as they dared. The Sun, Express, Mirror and Star all went on the apology, while The Times and Mail both majored on the defence line that stories Harry claimed were the result of hacking had in fact been fed to journalists by members of his family and royal courtiers.

As for declarations of interest, The Times mentioned Morgan’s current role with Talk TV and listed Harry’s other cases against the press, but did not note that News Group Newspapers shared its ultimate ownership by News Corp. The Mail also mentioned its own case in its coverage. The Sun did not say that it, too, was being sued by Harry. The Express quoted a Mirror spokesman as saying “MGN is now part of a very different company” but did not add that that company was Reach, owners of the Express (and Star).

Only the Guardian, The Times and Mail bothered to print anything about day two of this trial, when Sherborne told the court that Morgan “lies at the heart” of the claims. The Times and Mail both led on the Mirror contentions that stories put down to hacking might have been leaked by a palace aide or the result of an interview with Harry. The Guardian went on Morgan “approving” the illegal blagging of Prince Michael of Kent’s bank details. The reporter allegedly given the assignment was Gary Jones, now Editor of the Express. The Times and Mail did not include this in their stories; the Express ran nothing on the case that day.

But nobody reads print newspapers any more. Dead tree news is dead. People get their news online. So what about live coverage on the day the Mirror trial started?

Broadcasters featured it prominently; independent websites ran live feeds. The Times, FT, Independent, Guardian and Telegraph all had it among the top four stories online. But scroll as far as you could on the Sun, Mail and Mirror home pages and you would find not a word. Click on the ‘royals’ or ‘celebrities’ tabs and you’d find Kate and George and Charlotte and Sophie, and more Sussex bad-mouthing, but nothing on the trial. Only by searching ‘Harry and High Court’ did the Mail offer agency reports of the case on a page called ‘wires’, which has no tab or link from the home page. This is what you call burying bad – or inconvenient – news.

By day 45 of this little snapshot, not one single national newspaper had presented to its readers a full and fair account of any of the proceedings in the High Court.

The Times and Telegraph came closest, but the rest were either partisan, deliberately blind or uninterested. The Guardian, which of course uncovered and doggedly pursued the phone-hacking scandal from 2009 and blew the whole thing open with its Milly Dowler bombshell in 2011, played the cases up, while most of the others tried to play them down.

When you have such high-profile litigants taking on the country’s biggest news brand – actually accusing its journalists of being criminals – it is worthy of proper attention. When you have a royal prince claiming that the heir to the throne accepted £1 million in hush money to stop him taking the second-biggest news brand to court, it is worthy of proper attention. When you have the King’s son accusing one of the country’s most prominent television presenters of overseeing industrial scale law-breaking, it is worthy of proper attention.

There are those who accuse the British press of a culture of omertà, a reluctance to acknowledge, let alone confront, malpractice within the ‘club’, even by rivals. They will be able to cite the Harry coverage in support of that complaint. Regardless of whether they are right, this widespread refusal to face challenges to our industry is troubling. But more so is the fact that it raises the question: if reporting of these cases is so unreliable, what does it say about what we are served on everything else?

Meanwhile, the vilification of Harry and his wife continues apace. The day after the Coronation, the anti-Brexit author Edwin Hayward tweeted that he had logged more than 100 negative stories about the couple on the Express website in the space of 72 hours.

These papers know full well that the press has hounded Harry since boyhood and that he blames the tabloids for the death of his mother. But now they brush all that aside as ‘other people’ and ‘all in the past’. It is absolutely in all of their interests to discredit the prince as he stands up to them in court – and they are doing their damnedest to avoid letting their readers know why.

This is an extract from ‘Royal Reporting: The Media and the Monarchy’ edited by John Mair and Andrew Beck. It will be published by MGM Books on 1 June

[nicklloydnow]

“"I was fat and we were poor," Ben Hanscom said. "I remember that now. And I remember that either a girl named Beverly or Stuttering Bill saved my life with a silver dollar. I'm scared almost insane by whatever else I may remember before tonight's over, but how scared I am doesn't matter, because it's going to come anyway. It's all there, like a great big bubble that's growing in my mind. But I'm going, because all I've ever gotten and all I have now is somehow due to what we did then, and you pay for what you get in this world. Maybe that's why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for . . . and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you." (pages 81/82)

"He goes to his advisor with a drop card for Eh-141. His advisor initials it. Bill Denbrough staples the drop card to the assistant fiction editor's congratulatory note and tacks both to the bulletin board on the creative-writing instructor's door. In the corner of the bulletin board he sees an anti-war cartoon. And suddenly, as if moving of its own accord, his fingers pluck his pen from his breast pocket and across the cartoon he writes this: If fiction and politics ever really do become interchangeable, I'm going to kill myself, because I won't know what else to do. You see, politics always change. Stories never do. He pauses, and then, feeling a bit small (but unable to help himself), he adds: I suggest you have a lot to learn.

His drop card comes back to him in the campus mail three days later. The instructor has initialed it. On the space marked GRADE AT TIME OF DROP, the instructor has not given him an incomplete or the low C to which his run of grades at that time would have entitled him; instead, another F is slashed angrily across the grade line. Below it the instructor has written: Do you think money proves anything about anything, Denbrough?

"Well, actually, yes," Bill Denbrough says to his empty apartment, and once more begins to laugh crazily." (page 127)

""I feel like a bird must feel when fall comes and it knows . . . somehow it just knows it has to fly home. It's instinct, babe . . . and I guess I believe instinct's the iron skeleton under all our ideas of free will. Unless you're willing to take the pipe or eat the gun or take a long walk off a short dock, you can't say no to some things. You can't refuse to pick up your option because there is no option. You can't stop it from happening any more than you could stand at home plate with a bat in your hand and let a fastball hit you. I have to go. That promise . . . it's in my mind like a fuh-fishhook." (pages 140/141)

“He wanted to tell them that there were worse things than being frightened. You could be frightened by things like almost having a car hit you while you were riding your bike or, before the Salk vaccine, getting polio. You could be frightened of that crazyman Khrushchev or of drowning if you went out over your head. You could be frightened of all those things and still function.

But those things in the Standpipe . . .

He wanted to tell them that those dead boys who had lurched and shambled their way down the spiral staircase had done something worse than frighten him: they had offended him.

Offended, yes. It was the only word he could think of, and if he used it they would laugh - they liked him, he knew that, and they had accepted him as one of them, but they would still laugh. All the same, there were things that were not supposed to be. They offended any sane person's sense of order, they offended the central idea that God had given the earth a final tilt on its axis so that twilight would only last about twelve minutes at the equator and linger for an hour or more up where the Eskimos built their ice-cube houses, that He had done that and He then had said, in effect: "Okay, if you can figure out the tilt, you can figure out any damn thing you choose. Because even light has weight, and when the note of a trainwhistle suddenly drops it's the Doppler effect and when an airplane breaks the sound barrier that bang isn't the applause of the angels or the fatulence of demons but only air collapsing back into place. I gave you the tilt and then I sat back about halfway up the audicorium to watch the show. I got nothing else to say, except that two and two makes four, the lights in the sky are stars, if there's blood grownups can see it as well as kids, and dead boys stay dead." You can live with fear, I think, Stan would have said if he could. Maybe not forever, but for a long, long time. It's offense you maybe can't live with, because it opens up a crack inside your thinking, and if you look down into it you see there are live things down there, and they have little yellow eyes that don't blink, and there's a stink down in that dark, and after awhile you think maybe there's a whole other universe down there, a universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some of them have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything, he would have told them if he could. Go to your church and listen to your stories about Jesus walking on the water, but if I saw a guy doing that I'd scream and scream and scream. Because it wouldn't look like a miracle to me. It would look like an offense.

Because he could say none of these things, he just reiterated: "Being scared isn't the problem. I just don't want to be involved in something that will land me in the nuthatch."" (pages 429/430)

“We lie best when we lie to ourselves.” (page 439)

“(…) the worst of the beating took place inside, where you were apt to suffer something that might be called interspiritual bleeding.” [page 631]

[perregrinstudiessometimes]

I posted 212 times in 2022

38 posts created (18%)

174 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 78 of my posts in 2022

#studyblr - 59 posts

#study - 54 posts

#studying - 52 posts

#student - 52 posts

#study tips - 50 posts

#college - 50 posts

#studyspo - 50 posts

#100 days of productivity - 48 posts

#study notes - 48 posts

#new studyblr - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 96 characters

#okay but like seriously i’m posting this an hour later cause it took a while for me to calm down

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Places to go, things to study 📚✨

304 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#4

just unfollowed 382 inactive studyblrs (ie had not posted in over a year) so if you are an active studyblr please like this post and I will check you out!

especially if you are a new or returning studybr!

if your main is not ur studyblr please drop the name in the comments and I will check it out!

EDIT: I am no longer going to be coming back to this post but I’m leaving it up to help other people find active blogs!

324 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#3

How I Annotate Non-Fiction Books:

Step one gathering supplies. The supplies you need will be based on your needs and the text you are annotating so feel free to fit this to your need or habits.

For physical books: highlighters, pens, sticky notes, page flags, index cards, the book/document

For digital books: your device or choice (might do an in depth post of digital texts later)

step two- creating your key

For small documents, I tend to stick to one color (each of my classes are assigned a single color).

For Longer documents, with lots of information, I will create a key for example:

See the full post

368 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

Some of The Ways I Study “Wrong”

A lot of the time we tend to think of the “right” ways to study. But the most important aspect of studying is making sure your habits work for you! To emphasize this I am showcasing some of the ways I study “wrong” and why this “wrong” way is actually a better way for me.

a. I tend to type sitting on the couch with the computer in my lap, so I stopped putting so much emphasis on my desk and instead made a side table into my study corner in the living room

b. I tend to lose papers so I had pictures of all my documents on my phone, I stopped using paper and now all my documents are on my iPad where I can still write on them (and I can integrate them into my notebooks, so I actually remember to study them!)

See the full post

380 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I didn’t go to class today and it was the best decision I’ve made in a while.

For starters TAKE YOUR MENTAL HEALTH DAYS WHEN U NEED THEM! please it’s so important!

Anyways to the point of my post: My leg has been bothering me the past couple days and nothing seemed to fix it and i had resigned on going to the doctor after class today but I decided I would ditch class and sleep in.

And sleep in i did. I slept for 12 hours!!! AND my leg feels completely fine. I clearly have not been getting enough sleep.

THE POINT IS DONT FEEL BAD FOR NOT GOING TO CLASS IF STAYING HOME/SLEEPING IN IS WHATS BEST FOR YOU!!!!!

489 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

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(via The Dabbat al-Ard of Sura 27:82, the Shadow of Solomon: the Beast from the Earth and the Sign of the Last Day | Measure 144 "Missive 75")

The New Daystar

Sura 27: 82

In view of the incredible nature of this account in the Qur’an, we have provided three different translations for the benefit of our readers:

Surah 27:82:

One version #1 ….

“And when the word is fulfilled concerning them, We shall bring forth a beast of the earth to speak unto them because mankind had not faith in Our revelations.” (Pickthall)

Another version #2:….

“….And when the Word is fulfilled against them (the unjust), we shall produce from the earth a beast to face them: He will speak to them, for that mankind did not believe with assurance in Our Signs…. ” (Yusuf Ali)

And #3….

       “..And when the Word (of torment) is fulfilled against them, We shall bring out from the earth a beast to them, which will speak to them because mankind believed not with certainty in Our Ayât…”  (Hilali-Khan)

#1:

“Dan ketika kata dipenuhi tentang mereka, kita akan melahirkan seekor binatang dari bumi untuk berbicara kepada mereka karena manusia memiliki bukan iman dalam Wahyu kita.” (Pickthall)

#2

“Dan ketika firman ini digenapi terhadap mereka (adil), kita akan menghasilkan dari bumi binatang menghadapi mereka: ia akan berbicara kepada mereka, karena manusia tidak percaya dengan jaminan dalam tanda-tanda kami… “(Yusuf Ali)

#3

Dan ketika Firman (siksaan) dipenuhi terhadap mereka, kita akan membawa keluar dari bumi binatang kepada mereka, yang akan berbicara kepada mereka karena manusia percaya tidak dengan kepastian dalam kami padamu…  “(Hilali-Khan)

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The Hadith of the Messenger; Envoy of Mosses as Left Hand of Allah

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“At that Hour the Sun shall Rise from the West”

“When the People ( of the House ) see it, whoever is living on earth will believe,

(but that will be the time when:)

“No good will it do to a soul to believe in them then, if it believed not before.”

( al-An’ am 6:158,  Sahih Bukhari “Kitab at-Tafsir“)

Thus the Children of Mary of Fatimah will all enter; for my Children will Believe: for they believed BEFORE;

in the City of St. Francis; a City Not Forsaken.

Elijah is the Cupbearer: and Gabriel is the Voice of God; the Saki

Once Upon A Time. 50 years after 1917; at the Harvest of Pentecost.

The 3 Cites of Mecca; Jerusalem and the City of St. Francis

                           1967

    When Abu Hurayra related that the Prophet spoke of when I would appear;  he did this because the Eye of God did what the unbelievers know nothing of;  the Seal of the Prophets heard the Revelation of St. John the Divine by having it read to him by his wife 

( as he could not read; for Muhammed could not read nor write: he recited the book to them as “of hearing an angel of the Host“.)

    If any know the Near Ones who first carried the Holy Qur’an in their hearts before it was written in a book then read what is written in Mine; for the books are all now OPEN.

     And as for those who all doubt this remember: recall when every one of the Companions of Muhammed was a living page of the Holy Qur’an itself: and if you know not of this you are neither scholars nor True Nazarenes; for every true Muslim is a Nazarene ( because they drink no alcohol ); but not all  Nazarenes are Muslims. 

Yea; now it is that His servants rise to fight for His Kingdom; even as they of the Masih ad-Dajjal Osama bin Laden and the Deceived of Islam that are beginning to kill Sufis. 

Know all ye not that the father of Osama bin Laden was a One-eyes bricklayer from Yemen ???

................THE ONE-Eyed DAJJAL.........

The Honor of Islam is Gone.     Know ye Muslims not why ye drink no Wine? As of the Vow the Nazarene took at the Table: the Vow of the Word of Allah;

                  “…….I Swear that I will no More Drink of the Fruit of the Vine until I drink it New with thee ( the Apostle’s and Ummah of the Saved ) in the Kingdom………“

...............ISA, the Word of Allah............

The 3 Deaths of Gethsemene that the Son of Mary died are called in Sufism the The White Death; the Green Death: and the Black Death.

               Three times did the Son of Mary say these words:

                 “……Not my will: but THINE; be DONE……..”

  This is the True Islam of Christ; for those who ate His Flesh are Virgin to Women: and those who drank his Blood are Virgin to Wine. In the Divine Islam it is they who are Virgin to both who rise at this: the Last Day: and the Last Hour now approaches; as when the Earth itself did stop in 1917: and began to burn before His Face; yea; to Him shall all return.

            Who tastes; knows: the Fruit of the Tree of Life is Unity; and only the deathless shall find it; the Unity of the Three Children of  Fatimah; the Pearl of Great Price: for I died in Christ to find it: and rose as the Beast from the Earth in the Wrath of the Lamb to tell you of it. Only those who can see the Hidden Imam that is their Unity as the One Child; they who believe not will not enter the New Heaven and the New Earth when this one perishes: both heaven and earth.

Few know of the 3 Children of Fatimah who arose in Portugal in 1917; whose Unity is itself that of the Pearl of Great Price: the Hidden Imam; the Mahdi himself whose Light came to earth in the Work of Khidr Rumi and the Sun of Faith; the Sun of Fatimah al Zahra; the Virgin of Light herself.

[yspaddadenpenkawr]

i’m going to use this blog now. perhaps only intermittently. to make notes on books i am reading. right now i am reading two books. one of them is sinclair lewis’s babbitt (1922).

-focusing on babbitt as the protagonist and sole viewpoint character is sort of a double-edged sword. it allows for deeper-cutting satire in many ways. but also it means you have to spend a whole book with babbitt. babbitt is sort of a horrible person- he’s wilfully hollowed himself out into maybe the worst possible version of himself. he has few if any endogenous desires or ideas

-carol and will kennicott, of lewis’s prior novel, main street (1920) are both deeply flawed individuals. they’re both capable of being naive, narrow, stupid, and pig-headed. but believably so- most people are narrow and pig-headed at times, and both carol and will have strong redeeming features. they’re both treated essentially sympathetically. babbitt is not unrealistically empty-headed or pathetic, but he is empty-headed and pathetic so relentlessly that it risks becoming tiresome. he also, unlike carol, doesn’t really have much of a proper foil- he exists in a society of babbitts, some of them marginally more conscious of their plight, some less so, all of them horrifyingly, cordially alienated

-the book covers about two years of babbitt’s life. but the first seven chapters- 82 pages out of the book’s 315, over a quarter of the book- are dedicated to retailing a single day of his life in detail

-the writing shows an obsessive attention to objects, objects, objects, often over or to the exclusion of people. this is clearly deliberate and thematic. it is a curious effect

-it is also notable maybe how little so much of the book has dated, for being a full century old. babbitts still exist, though in an even more degraded and disgusting state

Just as he was an Elk, a Booster, and a member of the Chamber of Commerce, just as the priests of the Presbyterian Church determined his every religious belief and the senators who controlled the Republican Party decided in little smoky rooms in Washington what he should think about disarmament, tariff, and Germany, so did the large national advertisers fix the surface of his life, fix what he believed to be his individuality. These standard advertised wares—toothpastes, socks, tires, cameras, instantaneous hot-water heaters—were his symbols and proofs of excellence; at first the signs, then the substitutes, for joy and passion and wisdom.

-i recently read a book of stories by sherwood anderson- another writer of the same generation, with some of the same concerns, as lewis. anderson is a gloomier writer but a less cynical one than lewis. part of the effect of anderson’s writing is that he rarely, if ever, makes you feel like you know more or better than his characters. he avoids dramatic irony almost totally. his characters can find themselves stuck in horrible, seemingly insurmountable predicaments, and you can know them, and empathize, and understand. but you never really feel like you could say to the character, “do this! and it will be alright.” i think this is actually an extremely subtle and tricky thing to do. his ability to do it is part of why sherwood anderson was a genius, though an inconsistent one. (i think joyce achieves a similar effect.) lewis is very different. in being more overtly satirical, he has to make his characters dumber, basically. you have to be hyperaware of their foibles, and either feel superior, or feel chastened for recognizing similar failings in yourself. main street and babbitt are almost plotless, in a conventional sense, so there’s not a lot of dramatic irony per se, but they still to varying extents rely for effect on the reader’s greater awareness, their greater cosmopolitanism, than the characters’.

At that moment a G. A. R. veteran was dying. He had come from the Civil War straight to a farm which, though it was officially within the city-limits of Zenith, was primitive as the backwoods. He had never ridden in a motor car, never seen a bath-tub, never read any book save the Bible, McGuffey's readers, and religious tracts; and he believed that the earth is flat, that the English are the Lost Ten Tribes of Israel, and that the United States is a democracy.

[lwieserce]

sorry everybody teehee this has become a diary at this point idk what it is abt tumblr format that just makes oversharing so easy

[anchorandrope]

BABYGATE IN PICTURES - MASTERPOST PART 6. - THE BUMP THAT CHANGED SIZE, DIMENSIONS AND DISAPPEARED.

This masterpost belongs to tellmethisisnotlove (@tellmethisisnottumblisnextfuckup) who authorized me to post it. All credits go to her.

The rest of the Masterposts

Masterposts in Docs

Hello and welcome back to the masterpost series!  We have covered approximately 30% of babygate, it is a tremendous topic, so if you made it this far, congratulations! :)

In the previous parts (1), (2), (3), (4), (5) we have covered Louis and co’s and the media actions. Now it’s time to see what’s going on with this *random impregnated girl*.

The pregnancy news broke on the 14th of July and the first time we *see* Briana on

JULY 17: approx 11 weeks along

credit: Splash News.

AUG 7. approx: 14 weeks along.

Take a look at this *burgeoning* belly. From other angles:

And we are going to stop our bump watch for a minute for context. The storyline is that this is a shy girl who does not want fame, who did not even know who Louis was and who never went to a One Direction concert.

After the pregnancy was reported One Direction has been coincidentally touring North America and here are the dates (source wikipedia):

This is 22 concerts since the announcement. Twenty two.

The headlines as you remember tried to suggest that Louis in the same place as Briana and when they did that, Louis’ representative spoke up suggesting that of course he is in the US because his band is on tour there. (for the exact quote go to Part 4). Her family gives interviews left right and center, no one is speaking up from Louis’ camp apart from Liam’s Magic Radio interview and that memorable Good Morning America interview where Michael Strahan congratulated Louis in a live show. We are watching and waiting to see how they will SHOW that this woman is indeed pregnant. I don’t think it’s needed to say but the BURGEONING bump did not convince anyone that she was pregnant.

Fan reactions:

credit: proudoflou

WAIT A MINUTE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY HIDING HER BELLY? Well, here is a montage of all of her pictures before her belly debut on Aug 7:

The pictures were also more than.. interesting: (credit: jaw-drops):

credit: vansandburberry:

(credit: yealourry, diggingandfluff)

Conveniently she is visiting a passport office here.

Here is more fan opinions about the passport:

Note: the international travel was Briana in the Bahamas. credit: diggingandfluff

This next one is from a certified US Passport Acceptance Agent:

elyssaallen:

I wanna talk about the passport office photos for a minute because a) I’ve seen a whole lot of antis trying to justify why she was there, especially since she did just travel to the Bahamas (from what I have seen/heard - I have paid little attention to this particular circus so forgive me if I’m wrong on that one) and b) I have seen a lot of speculation that she will be at the BiM Cinderella Ball or at least in the UK by Monday.

[For the record, I am a certified United State Passport Acceptance Agent. I am on the front line of the passport process, so I know my shit.]

“Maybe she was picking up the forms to mail.” “Maybe she needs to get more pages.” “Maybe she needs to correct information.”

Pap photos show Briana leaving a passport office WITH a DS-11 (not a DS-4085 or DS-5504) in her hand. You cannot mail a DS-11 yourself. You must appear in front of a passport agent. Part of the form is filled out by an acceptance agent. We collect identification, proof of citizenship, fees, and take your photo, etc.

“Maybe she was getting a new photo.”

That’s not a thing. You don’t replace your photo. That’d be replacing the whole passport. Plus, girlie was wearing a white t-shirt. I would have had to tell her to put on a sweater or go home and change. Whenever people call to inquire about passports and/or passport photos, I am required to tell the person that they cannot wear white and cannot wear anything with writing or a logo.

“Maybe she’s renewing.”

Nah. You need the DS-82 to renew a passport and you mail that yourself (+ check/money order and new passport photo).

Again, she had a DS-11, which is the form one is required to fill out to apply for a first time passport (book and/or card - you can do both at once) or to apply for a new passport if one’s previously issued passport expired more than 15 years ago. (You can access this form online so you don’t have to actually pick it up somewhere.)

Passports are only valid for 10 years if the applicant is 16 or older. (A child’s passport is valid for 5 years and cannot be renewed).

“Maybe she has a passport card and needs a passport book.”

This is a plausible scenario.

A passport book allows a person to travel internationally by air, land, and sea. A passport card allows only for land and sea travel. Basically, you can drive to Canada or Mexico. Some cruises will allow you to use a passport card when stopping at international ports, but if you really want to explore, you need the book and many cruise lines (from my experience) now advise you to have the book. It’s more expensive, but it’s better and usually worth it in the end considering a number of people come back to get the book within that 10 years anyway.

So maybe the Bahamas trip was a cruise and that Briana has a passport card and that’s why she is applying for a passport again. (Like I said, I don’t know shit about her trip or how she got there and back. I’m sure one of y’all more attentive Larries know.)

HOWEVER

Standard processing time for a U.S. passport is 4 to 6 weeks (it is busy season and with over 1 million apps in process right now, NPC is dealing with some delays, pushing it to 5 to 7 weeks maybe 8 weeks in some cases). With expedite services processing takes 2 to 3 weeks. Expedited at a Department of State Passport Agency will, at its soonest, take 8business days (9 A.M. to 5 P.M. Monday - Friday) and there are a number of restrictions because this type of service is usually reserved for urgent matters (not PR stunts).

There are only 28 DoS agencies in the United States, California has 3 of them in LA, San Diego, and San Francisco respectively. Banana was not at one of these agencies. That office looked like it was on a used car lot.

She was leaving with the DS-11. So she didn’t do anything right then other than be seen at the passport office with a passport application.

Though it goes without saying, this was an intentional papping to a) have something to write articles about because, to echo drunkhermione, PREGNANT AMERICAN BRIANA + BRITISH LOUIS + BABY = INTERNATIONAL TRAVEL. b) cause speculation amongst fans aboutwhen she’ll be in the UK. c) Whatever other crazy dumb Modest! logic is going on.

Now back to bump watch!

Remember how One Direction had 22 concerts while in North America?

Can you guess how many concerts Briana attended? NONE. So she is photographed just leaving a passport office. Can you guess when she shows up? She bloody traveled to the UK to attend SIX shows of One Direction and instead of a short domestic flight while the band is mere hours away and she is not that along in her pregnancy she flew international.

SEP 24: approx 22 weeks along. One Direction’s first show after they ended the North America leg about 2 weeks ago.

Briana’s cousin Ashley Jessica who very actively served as the spokesperson for Briana on twitter tweeted this:

Then she went private. (as always)

Get ready for WHAT?

Oh well we will soon know.

So here we have the entire O2 arena full of fans, and a rumor that Briana would travel to the concert. IF the passport pictures were not cluing you in, then this next one definitely is because one lucky fan was able to get a picture of Briana.

This was the tweet, she deleted her tweet since.

What do I mean by lucky?

credit: bethaboolou

(credit: zenlikejen)

Remember this name? Simon Cowell? The only one from the 1D camp ever speaking up about the baby? Yeah him. Wait, there’s more:

credit: genuinelybelieve

screenshot taken: 2nd May, 2016. WHAT A LUCKY FAN, AGAIN!!

Now, here is another picture:

If on July 14 (according to the sun) she was 11 weeks pregnant then on Sept 24 he should be around 21-22 weeks pregnant here. Her legs are apart and it looks like she is ready to give birth here in the stands.

Looks pregnant, right? it is actually the game of the angles. See:

Yet another black outfit and hand on belly. Source: a submitter to zenlikejen

credit: diggingandfluff

So the pictures can be all taken apart. She is wearing black, her bump is always covered by either her hands, a cordon or the angle the picture was taken from.

SEP 28:

No one can find her. The entire arena is on bump watch but no one can take a pic.

We got this:

But that is not her.

No one can even identify the girl because she looks different every time she is pictured. This is Ashley’s mom, Tracy. Briana’s aunt.

Context:

SEP 29:

credit: lapelosa

Even tweeted about it:

Interesting timing, huh?

Here are the HQ’s from Sep 29:

The dress on this second pic looks a bit tricky but the puffy part is still not the belly. The first pic shows it much better. And of course her bump is covered by a cordon.

This bump is too low. It is normally this low when you are ready to pop.

SEP 30:

lightened out version:

Fan report from a blogger:

credit: buscandoelparaiso

How Jay (Louis’ mom, mom of seven) did it when she was pregnant:

credit: anonymous

And this girl is not getting a call out or congrats from the band at all. Attends 6 shows in a row and GETS NOTHING.

credit: happy1days

credit: lesbianslovelouis

So let’s check that bump:

OCT 31: Halloween

She looks pregnant, right?

Let’s get a closer look.

Oopsie. She’s not pregnant. She literally just pushed her belly in a way that it looked like she was pregnant. She is supposed to be 26 weeks pregnant.

NOV 2: papped

This was her a few days ago. WHERE IS THAT BUMP?

There’s literally no way that she looked like that on Oct 31 and looking heavily pregnant on NOV 2.

Here is the OCT 31 pic lightened:

THERE’S LITERALLY NO BUMP. (credit: stylinsobss)

Back to Oct 31 a little bit:

Daily Mail article snippet:

credit: conscious–ramblings

Now she will disappear for weeks.

DEC 26: Briana posts this: (approx 35 weeks along from the 40 weeks)

and posted a video about their family Christmas in 2015.

And this pic leaked or was posted (not clear yet) from the same day Dec 26:

This is Briana.

Now you might ask yourself a question here:

She is supposed to be 34-35 weeks along, where the hell is the bump??

The video is not available anymore but here are a few screenshots proving it was taken the same time as the picture where Briana conveniently is not wearing her fake bump.

A day ago she had this huge bump. WHERE IS IT??? The picture on the right side is from this same video, you can see the same people on the left, everyone is dressed the same. And THAT is Briana. No bump. It’s not the black dress. It’s not the angle. SHE HAS NO BUMP. And she also deleted the video from her instagram on Apr 17 in 2016.

JAN 16:

Briana’s mom posted this:

BUT:

credit: actuallyredorchid (EDIT: we’re not sure if Amber is a cousin or not, but she’s a Clark.)

They went above and beyond to show she is pregnant on social media, but they never showed the actual face with the entire bump. It was aleways cropped.

Here’s more proof that they tried to use pics from someone else: on the right side you can see Ashley sending that cropped picture to one of the Briana accounts and asking them to post it.

And surprise surprise that is again: amberfillerup.The picture can be easily found on Pinterest.

Even her @ is there:

When they were called out that the headless picture is old they posted this picture on the right to prove it is not old.

Fan reaction: credit: hearteyeslikeafooligan

OK I just love analyzing visual clues, so I couldn’t resist!

The photo on the left was quite obviously taken at a VERY different time, long before the date the person posting it wanted it to be assumed.

They were obviously presenting that photo as “proof” of how B’s belly looks currently, when they posted it two days ago.  They presented it as if it was B posing for that photo two days ago, to show how her pregnant belly looked right then.

The photo on the right was posted to show the same spot as it looks right now.

That view out the door proves to me that the photo on the left was taken a very long time ago, and was therefore not taken of anyone who is currently pregnant.

1. The photo on the left shows leaves on the ground, and I can’t imagine there being any leaves still on the ground now in such a well-groomed courtyard.

2. There is shrubbery directly to the left of the door the girl and cat are standing near, and that shrubbery had been recently sheered close and neat in the photo on the left.  In the photo on the right that same shrubbery is overgrown and way past due for being sheered.  You can see the shape of the leaves growing out of it which is absolutely impossible if it looked sheered to a straight edge two days prior.  Maybe they shoved a different tree against that shrub and it’s leaning there waiting to be moved or something, or maybe they pulled out that shrub and put something bigger in the line of sight past it sometime in the last two days.

3. The shrubbery in front of the neighbor’s house across the street has experienced much growth between photo sessions.  Far more than two day’s worth.  More like months at least.  The two shrubs under their window that can be seen in both photos are kept in the same shape by the gardener but you can still see differences in the sheering that wouldn’t be present after only two days.  The inside of the shrubs are far more filled in which represents growth that would take months.  Look how bare they are near their roots in the photo on the left, and how lush they are almost all the way down their roots in the photo on the right.  They’ve grown to a different shape in the months between photos.

4. That red planter inside the neighbor’s window, visible above those shrubs?  Check out the PLANT inside it!!!!!  Maybe they changed plants inside that pot sometime in the last two days.  Otherwise, that plant grew a ton.  Again, months worth of growth.

This was random but again, they could not come up with a bump + head picture.

Another cropped out picture:

Headless:

And another pic where the head is cropped out:

JAN 16: 37 weeks from the 40 weeks.

This picture was posted by Briana, again only a bit of blonde hair is visible and a bump.

This was another attempt at getting people post bump plus blonde hair pictures:

This picture was posted by Ashley:

And this is a pic from Amber: source: Instagram: @amberfillerup​

SAME PERSON. You can see the IV, the nails, and the angle on the first one is to hide the ring.

This is Amber after giving birth:

This was the last social media picture of *her* bump.

She gets papped one week before giving birth.

The article was posted on Jan 23:

Pap picture: on the left, her bump picture on the right:

Fan reactions (credit: proudoflou)

credit: bananastagram:

The next pictures will come after giving *birth*.

See a sneak and peek:

UPDATE: she shared this pic as a throwback for being 3 months along:

‘How time just goes’: Taking to Instagram on Wednesday, Briana Jungwirth shared a throwback snap to when she was three months pregnant with her baby boy, Freddie Reign (Daily Mail)

But you can see that the face is her new face, the nose is her new nose. FAIL.

Thank you for reading this!

This was Part 6 of the babygate masterpost.

[thefanficmonster]

Corpse’s Girl

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Derogatory Terms

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N’s life as a regular college student is forever stripped away from her when her relationship with the famous YouTuber Corpse Husband is accidentally revealed during an online class of hers. How will she cope with the sudden spotlight and the unwanted attention, some of which crosses into bullying?

Requested by my amazing Tumblr friend @itsminniekat 🥰 She’s been reading and liking my works since day one and I honestly couldn’t be more grateful. If you’re reading this, all I can say is thank you, darling. Thank you so much for sticking by my blog even when I posted some crappy fics. I’ll make sure this ain’t one of them. Love you with all my heart. ❤❤❤

P.S. - I named the mean character with my name so I hope no one who reads this has the same name. Wouldn’t want any of you feeling like the villain 😘

Who knew online class would be even more boring than being physically present for a lecture? Seriously, I find myself doing the weirdest of crap to entertain myself - like trying to balance a pen on the tip of my nose for example. I jot down some notes every now and then but that’s basically it. My mind can not fathom the concept on concentrating on whatever my professors are going on and on about. Well, full disclosure, I couldn’t concentrate even if I wanted to, especially with my boyfriend streaming in the other room.

He’s currently playing Among Us with his usual gaming squad. Listening to his input during the discussions, I can always tell when he’s lying. I honestly find it hilarious that his friends can’t pick up when he’s bullshitting them. I sometimes wonder if he has brainwashed them. And that’s one of the main reasons we don’t play Among Us together - he can’t lie to me. Not only do I pick up on his con with ease, but he always says he feels bad when he lies to me which is just the sweetest thing. Also, I refuse to play cause I’m shy. His friends are all well-known content creators and I’m a literal nobody. Every now and then I find myself wondering why Corpse is even with me. He’s always quick to push those thoughts out of my head and make sure they don’t return on a long notice, but they do interrupt my peace from time to time.

“Y/N, do you know?“ The sound of my professor saying my name takes me out of my eavesdropping of Corpse’s stream.

I panic, but quickly improvise, “Sorry, my internet is slow, you cut out for a second. What was the question?” I feel my face heating up, making me glad we are allowed to keep our cameras off.

“Question number 15 on page 82 in your textbook. Do you know the answer to it?“ My professor repeats himself, his tone annoyed.

I look down at the page that’s already opened in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the question is rather easy.

“Yeah, um, it’s...“ Suddenly, Corpse’s laugh reaches my room loud and clear. There’s no doubt my mic picked up the noise, especially since the door to my room is open.

The color drains from my face as I hurry to say the answer and remute myself. My eyes are wide as I stare at my screen, hoping no one will acknowledge that very recognizable laugh.

“OMG Y/N, are you watching a Corpse Husband stream in class?” One of the bitches in my class, Vy, speaks up, “Not a very goody-two-shoe move on your part, dear.” 

I purposely unmute my mic to mumble a quick ‘Shut up, bitch’ that somehow manages to fly under my professor’s radar and the class continues. It’s the first time something like this has happened and I’m not sure if I handled it properly or not.

The class ends shortly after, allowing me a sigh of relief as I disconnect from the meeting. 

“Fucking finally.“ I mumble to myself, leaning back in my desk chair. Tilting my head backwards, I see Corpse standing in the doorframe. I grin, not only because his presence itself makes me ten times happier, but also because he’s upside down from my viewpoint. “Well, hello there! How long have you been spying on me?“

He struts over to me, leaning his face over mine, “Long enough.” His lips linger above mine without any actual contact before he pulls away, allowing me to sit up straight and proper in the chair. “You still have classes?”

I nod my head while disappointedly rolling my eyes, “Yeah. One more. Shouldn’t be too bad since it’s English Lit. You’re done streaming?”

“Yeah, I just have some other things to do. I haven’t done a narration video in a while, I miss making that type of content.“ He plops down on my bed, running a hand through his messy black curls.

“Weren’t you recording some lines a few days ago?“ I frown as I try to recall if what I’m referring to actually happened or my brain is too fried to decipher reality from my bootleg perception of it. Online class, man - messes with your head like sleeping pills - makes you disoriented and exhausted with barely doing anything other than trying to wrap your brain around a lecture or two.

He hums affirmatively, “It’s not a finished project and I don’t even know if I’ll use those or rerecord them. I’ll have to listen to them again before I make a final decision.“

I tilt his chin upwards with my pointer finger, a gesture he has told me he finds very endearing, “I’m sure they’re great and you just refuse to be satisfied. Everything you do is great.“

He smiles a small, shy smile, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrist, holding my hand in place, “You’re biased. You like me too much to tell me when I do some bullshit.”

I scoff, “You know that isn’t true. If someone’s gonna kick your butt in formation, it’s gonna be me.“ I give him a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away from him, “Go on, now. I have a class to attend. You distract me enough while you’re in the other room, I can only imagine how hard it’d be for me to focus if you were right by my side.“

He smirks, bowing a little as he makes his way out of the room, “You flatter me.”

I playfully roll my eyes, getting my headset back on as I tap the last class for the day. We have an assignment due to the start of the class which we’ll have to present if the professor approved of it. We basically had to write a psychoanalysis of a character from any book of our choice. I chose Heathcliff from ‘Wuthering Heights’ which is one of my favorite books of all time. I’m proud of what I wrote and the way I wrote it, but I’ve always barely scraped by with a B in this class, a B+ if I’m lucky, so I’ve never gotten any major credit, even when I put my 110% in the assignments and projects.

Well, color me surprised when the professor calls on me first to read my work, complimenting it on its detailed and specific nature. I get my printed assignment out in front of me and unmute myself.

“I wrote a psychoanalysis on for Heathcliff, a character from Emily Bronte’s novel ‘Wuthering Heights’.“ Just after I say this line, Corpse’s voice booms throughout the whole apartment, no doubt being picked up by my mic. It doesn’t sound like he’s actually talking, he can’t be that loud. I put two and two together when I recognize the lines he’s saying - the ones he recorded a few days ago. They’re coming from his computer speakers. He probably didn’t check the volume before playing back the recording.

I mute myself as quickly as possible, but it’s too late. The voice dies down as Corpse probably turned down the speakers.

My professor, who is already done with this lecture, just annoyedly remarks, her words overdosed with sarcasm: “Read your assignment and you can go back to whatever it is you are watching.”

“Wow, Y/N! Again?! Are you one of those crazy obsessed fans or something? Is Corpse Husband all you watch?“ This bitch is really poking a stick at me, huh? The only crazy obsessed fan here is her, and my friends but they are allowed. Little do all of them know, I am obsessed but not simply over a YouTuber. I’m obsessed with my boyfriend who just happens to be a YouTuber.

“No commentary, please.“ The professor scolds her, “Go on, Y/N.“

I finish reading without any other disturbances. The professor compliments my essay again when I’m done, the small incident at the beginning forgotten already. Well, not by everyone. One of my friends shot me a quick text to joke about it which only earned an eye roll from me.

My friends don’t know that I’m dating Corpse either. As I said, they are simping HARD over him while I act the most indifferent on the subject. Whenever they ask my opinion on him I either say ‘he’s OK’ or just avoid answering completely. I know saying anything more enthusiastic than that would turn into a snowball rolling down a snowy hill - I’d just keep babbling about how nice, amazing, wonderful and a gift to this world Corpse is, inevitably revealing our relationship in the process.

I’m afraid of revealing my relationship with Corpse in front of these people. They are all run on jealousy and selfishness and I can only imagine how mean they’d be about it. I’m already not too fond of them, it would only be worse if any of my personal life was exposed.

When the class finally ends I remove my headset, putting my forehead down on the desk, barely missing the keyboard. I groan in frustration and anger at myself for not fighting back. I could’ve and should’ve said something - ANYTHING. But what? That’s a question I can’t find the answer to.

“Hey...“ Corpse’s hesitant voice comes from behind me, “You ok?“

I straighten my posture, turning to him with a smile. “Yeah, but these people suck.”

I get up from my chair as he approaches me, basically falling in his arms. The comfort I feel radiating off of him makes me relax, forget the past hour or so. He has always had this effect on me. Like my own personal kryptonite to my anger and anxiety.

“Did I get you in any trouble because of that?“ His voice shows clear concern and guilt. 

I wrap my arms around him tighter, burying my head in his chest. “No, don’t worry about it.“ 

And I really wasn’t in trouble. Not until now that the video is officially posted....

I can call these people dumb all I want but they sure put two and two together awfully fast. They recognized the lines they heard during class as the same ones from his new video that came out almost a week after the incident, aka two days ago. It’s safe to say I haven’t touched my phone or computer since.

“This is all my fault.“

Of all the horrible things I suspected would happen this has to be the worst - Corpse is blaming himself for it. I am prepared to take all the shit these people have to throw at me but seeing Corpse beating himself up over this is killing me. No amount of convincing can change his mind. Nothing I say helps.

“Please, stop doing this to yourself. Non of this is your fault, Corpse.“ I’ve repeated this sentence more than a thousand time these past forty eight hours, each time saying it more and more desperately.

“All of it is my fault, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I hate myself so much.“ Has been his reply single time.

 I can’t watch him be so mean to himself. It’s the most conflicting thing when the person you love most is torturing themselves. It’s easy if it’s someone else doing it, you just kick their ass. But what are you supposed to do when the person you want to protect is the same one you need to protect them from.

Corpse has shut himself away in his recording room these past few hours and though he clearly needs to be alone, he still left the door open just a crack cause he knows I’ll be worried sick otherwise.

While I’m alone in the living room, I’ve finally managed to brace myself and build enough courage to power up my laptop. Last time it was on it was going mad with notifications.

“It’s digital. Only digital. It can’t hurt you too badly if it can’t touch you, right?“ I mumble to myself, already frustrated despite not having yet seen all the horrors that await me.

And horrors there were. Everywhere. Twitter. Instagram. Facebook.

My grades. Some pictures of me no one has ever seen. My school files. People from my class tweeting Corpse to ‘expose’ me for the ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ I really am. Corpse hasn’t touched social media either and I plan on making sure it stays that way. God only knows how much worse he’ll get if he sees these claims.

And then, like a notification sent straight from hell, an email from my professor.

Practical lectures on Friday. Be here at 9 AM. Don’t forget your mask and gloves.

Good thing I opened my laptop when I did. Friday is tomorrow and I need to prepare for this day. Not only do I need to hit the books but I need to toughen up a bit. I can’t go there looking like I feel - like a mess.

Alright, time to put the brave face on. No more wallowing in it, at least not until tomorrow afternoon.

I make a study plan and hop in the shower. I feel the need to apologize to my hair for washing it so roughly, basically yanking at my strands from frustration that has been suppressed for too long.

I get our of the boiling hot shower, red as a lobster, and change into some clean comfortable clothes and put my ass in study mode. I remove all the scary expectations of the morning to come from my mind and let the information the textbooks has to offer seep into my brain.

                                                            *  *  *

I’m about to head out and, despite my put-together composure, I am a wreck inside. I actually put effort into my appearance, I mean - I even styled my hair. A pretty façade to hide a ruin.

I saw my friends’ texts last night, all three of them ending their friendship with me because they felt betrayed. I haven’t yet decided how to feel about that. Doesn’t matter at the moment, there are more important matters at hand, aka surviving the next three hours.

My college is within ten minutes walking distance from our apartment. That ten minute walk has never been so stressful, not even during exam season. The air feels a little harder to breathe, the path a little shorter to walk. And my moment of reckoning a little too close.

I feel eyes on me the second I start walking through the park of our campus. Sure, I could just be paranoid, but the feeling is too real to be just my imagination in overdrive. I’m glad I have my hair down and a mask on so the redness of my cheeks and neck isn’t on display. That’s a sign of weakness right now.

We have two an hour and a half long classes between which we have a snack break that’s half an hour. I usually enjoy that period but I’m dreading it now. These assholes can only be so mean in the presence of a professor, but during lunch break they can increase that tenfold. 

“Well if it isn’t Corpse’s girl.“ I hear that a lot. The whispers are not so much whispers as intentionally loud enough for me to hear remarks. I’m not bothered by them, it’s the least they can do. If I let such a simple thing get to me, I’d be crumbling by the end of first period.

I hear some shuffling behind me and out of the corner of my eye I see, yeah you guessed it, THAT bitch. She’s standing as close to me as she can without violating Covid regulations. A mask is covering her face but the menacing look in her eyes tells me all I need to know about the interaction that’s about to go down.

“I’d ask how much he pays you for the hour.....“ her long nails tap the wooden desk, “but that’d be rude. I bet it’s tough being a maid. Do you just clean or are you a multipurpose lap dog? No offense, I’m genuinely curious.“

“Vy, would you be so kind as to give Y/N some room to breathe?“ The professor asks as he nonchalantly walks in.

Vy rolls her eyes, batting her eyelashes at me, “Talk to you later, sweetheart.” With a fake friendly wave she’s out of my hair, at least for now.

Remember what I said about these people not being as dumb as I pegged them to be? Yeah, scratch that. These fuckers actually tried getting away with taking pictures of me with flash in broad daylight. Like, HELLO! I have two functioning eyes and a brain, I’m onto you. Sadly, me having figured out their childish but hurtful methods of humiliating me doesn’t change much. They still posted the pics they took, using the most derogatory terms they could find in the English language, always making sure to tag Corpse and me both.

Needless to say, these were the longest three hours of my life.

                                                              *  *  *

Shutting the door to our apartment behind me causes relief of the highest levels. I feel like I’ve locked out all the bad shit I have had to deal with these past twenty four hours. 

I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I feel like a discarded piece of paper. 

And it all starts crumbling. A wall is bound to start slowly falling apart after being hit over and over again, each time feeling the blows with a stronger intensity. 

I slide down the door sitting down on the floor and slowly taking my shoes off. I put my bag beside me and wrap my arms around my knees, hiding my head in the space between them and my chest.

One tear slides down my cheek.

Another follows.

And another, this time accompanied by a choked sob.

A pair of arms wraps around the ball that my body has been shaped into. One of his hands comes up to stroke my hair gently, feeding me the comfort I have been longing for since I left the apartment this morning.

“I saw it. All of it. All the shit they talk about you. All the names they call you. And I’ve never wanted to beat so many people up simultaneously.“ His words make me raise my head from its low position, giving him a knowing look. “I wish I could. I would, but that would land me in jail. Which doesn’t even sound so bad cause I don’t like going out. Only problem is you wouldn’t be with me. I wouldn’t want you to be there with me, don’t get me wrong, I’d never want you to end up in jail. I-...” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. A quick kiss that says so much but mainly shows the immeasurable gratitude for his support.

Seeing those awful tweets and comments had the complete opposite effect on him. He no longer blames himself but the people who actually deserve the blame - all those jerks from my college.

I pull away, giving him a small smile. “I would never let you go to jail.” 

He smiles back at me, overjoyed that my mood is slowly being lifted, “Come on, I have a nice crowd that would like to meet you.”

I know exactly what he means. Felix, Sean, Rae, Dave, Sykkuno and the rest of his friends. The people I’ve been so shy and afraid to meet since day one. Being shy doesn’t really make sense now, seeing as how they know I exist and that I’m a part of Corpse’s life. 

What do I have to lose?

“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Corpse’s black avatar runs around my cyan one in the Among Us lobby.

I can’t help but giggle when I unmute my mic, “Hi everyone! It’s so nice to finally meet you.“ They each introduce themselves, expressing how happy they are to be meeting me too.

It’s the first time in what feels like a while that I’m truly having fun. These people are wonderful, each so unique and lovely. They never brought up the scandal nor acted as though they knew about it. I know they did and I am beyond grateful that they never mentioned it or treated me any differently because of it. Also, Corpse was streaming the whole time. I had my phone on his stream, my eyes nervously scanning the chat every now and then. I couldn’t believe it. Corpse’s real fans were just as wonderful as his friends - they were nothing but supportive and happy to have met me.

Now, I can either choose to believe these people were being so nice to me out of sympathy or I can believe they really like me and appreciate me for who I am and not for what happened to me. 

I choose to believe the latter.

And while I’m still getting accustomed to this whole new spotlight, I know I’ll be able to handle it as long as I’m holding Corpse’s hand in the process. All I need is to have him beside me and I’m prepared to tackle anything.

“They love you.“ Corpse tells me once the stream is done and we’ve hopped out of the Discord call, “But I love you more.“

His arms wrap around my waist while mine instinctively find their way around his neck, “I love them, too. But they’re at the number 2 spot.”

He smirks at me, “I wonder who’s at number 1.”

I push up on my toes, putting my lips an inch away from his, “Hmm, I wonder...”

He doesn’t let me finish, silencing my teasing with a sweet, loving kiss.

@susceptible-but-siriusexual  @simonsbluee  @save-the-sky  @hacker-ghost  @bi-andready-tocry  @imtiredaffff  @jazzkaurtheglorious  @hereforbeebo  @fandomgirl17  @chrysanthykios  @maehemscorpyus  @loraleiix  @letsloveimagines  @annshit  @i-cant-choose-a-username-help  @enigmaticmaze  @divine-artemis  @waterlilypat

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 4/12/22

limping, hobbling, stumbling blearily into spring. two screencaps from killing eve in the watching section, so if you want to go into that show completely blind don’t read this post.

listening Macross 82-99′s Grandlife, Highlife (w-Rollergirl) off the album A Million Miles Away. this album on loop and this song in particular got me through a particularly bleak workday on uhhhh thursday

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i do love a nice chunky background bass. this is video game music adjacent, future funk maybe? very jet set radio, very space channel 5. it’s a groovy little instrumental track that’s not technically dance music but you can bop along to.

how did i find this: i think if you’re just Around on the internet you’ve probably heard [ 82.99 F.M ] , which i could have sworn was a previous tuesdaysong, maybe from that weird unarchived period in 2019 when i was still figuring out what these posts were and didn’t have a running spotify playlist. much to consider

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reading fallow week, so here are three articles i’m thinking about

interview? article about? a franciscan monk who is the ethical advisor to the pope about artificial intelligence

can you bury your gay darlings?

solidarity to all striking etsy sellers

watching not to be an old lady but i am fucking Despondent about how my two bbc shows of choice (killing eve and peaky blinders) have ended.

for peaky blinders,

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for killing eve, i’m just. well. that was a television show. this bit was darling tho

playing okay so you know how some people (not me) meal prep? i have realized that knowing ahead of time what i want to eat for lunch is helpful, bc most of my job right now is deciding where different bits of information go. and the decision fatigue is at like eleven by the time lunch rolls around.

just as i have to literally write “walkies” on my to-do list, i have realized i literally need to prep funtimes to decompress from work. this week, this has looked like finally installing itch.io on the work pc and going through the six gigantic bundles i bought for various charitable reasons, filing things into various folders to play later.

“but kay, isn’t that exactly your day job?”

no. it’s different here. shut up.

anyway that’s how i rediscovered depanneur nocturne (which i also apparently bought on steam at some point?), which i pitched to @andmaybegayer​ as: a tiny cozy game about exploring a magic shop/convenience store to find a gift for your partner who is a deer.

the vibes in this one are Just Nice! a very nice little game that made me quite happy and content for the rest of the evening. the poster work on the walls was absolutely fucking baller, and your partner who is a deer and the shopkeep who is a salamander witch are delightful. not saccharine sweet like some cozy games are, where they’re quite smug about ~*being wholesome*~ and ~*self care*~. this was like a slice of life episode from an anime you half remember and will never find again.

i took screenshots but don’t want to get up and get them off my work computer so here’s one lifted from the itch.io page. not a hundred percent on the game discovery here but i know it wasn’t through work, may have just been me fucking around on steam on my own time

making wrote a double drabble about *checks notes* the two ladies from 1952′s High Noon, bc i think they should have hit da bricks and they Literally get on the same train, this shit writes itself. i have been wailing about this for several days but Why is this is first actual fic for this movie it is SUCH low hanging fruit

also people really liked this post about how i acquired a cool new lamp

also also people yelled at me a lot for this modern noir snippet. you know how sunset boulevard was the rot hidden under the sundrenched decadence of los angeles? what if a modern noir was the rot under influencer culture

[babymetaldoll]

“Ask the girl out, for crying out loud!” (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Summary: Random talking about books and authors in the jet back from a case creates a lot of awkward silences between Spencer and Reader, they can actually even drive Rossi a little crazy. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader

Warnings: I’m getting fluffier and fluffier with every word I write

Word count:1,2K 

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It was a long flight from Seattle back to Quantico. Everybody was asleep on the jet, after a whole night awake, catching yet another serial killer. Ok, not everybody was asleep. Spencer was sitting at the very back of the plane, reading his favorite Edgar Allan Poe anthology. He knew by heart every word of it but revisiting it made him feel like home, like talking with an old friend. 

He didn’t have many old friends, so he guessed books could do the trick. 

- “Again? really?”- (Y/N) asked him and sat next to him holding two cups of hot coffee. 

Spencer smiled, not taking his eyes from the page. He knew if he did, he was going to blush and get nervous, ‘cos every time they talked, he got a fluttery feeling in the stomach. He couldn’t help it, even after all those years. He just had to live with the fact he loved his best friend in silence and made his best to pretend nothing was going on. 

- “I can’t help it”- he answered and pretended to continue reading. 

- “I would tell you to find another book you love, but I’m pretty sure you already read all the books in the world”- Spencer gave her a knowing grin, trying to annoy her. 

- “Jealous?”- but he failed

- “I don’t know… I don’t think so, I like to know there’s a book out there I still don’t know, and that it might turn out to be my favorite.”

Reid frowned thinking about it. When was the last time he got so excited with a book it turned to be his favorite? he had read many books, he had loved a lot of them, but nothing had the same effect on him as that Edgar Allan Poe’s anthology he got when he was six. Maybe it was the impact it had on him at such a young age. Maybe he just was a sucker for horror. Whatever the reason was, Spencer hadn't found another book to call his favorite. 

- “Have you ever thought about which character from a book you would like to meet?”- (Y/N) looked at him with honest curiosity after a few minutes in silence and forced him to stop reading again. Spencer didn’t really mind the interruption, he wanted to talk to her.  

- “No, I don’t know… I think I’m more curious about talking with authors than with characters”- he frowned, rubbing his chin, realizing he had never thought about it.  

- “Why?” 

- “I guess I want to know what they thought about while creating these amazing worlds, how they came up with such brilliant ideas…”- Spencer sat correctly on his seat and closed his book, biting his lips to cover a smile- “Did you know that Sir Connan Doyle was a detective of sorts himself? he actually used the Holmes method to solve the murder of an 82-year-old woman from Glasgow, named Marion Gilchrist”

- “Are you serious?” 

- “Yes! and he was friends with Harry Houdini, but had a bitter spat on the grounds of spiritualism that broke their friendship entirely”- (Y/N)’s mouth fell open 

- “No way!” 

- “Yeah! I’ve always wanted to know what that argument was about… can you imagine what it was to be friends with Houdini?” 

- “Maybe Sir Arthur kept asking and asking him to do magic tricks for him, and Houdini just wanted to make him disappear”- (Y/N) made a pause and looked at Spencer’s wide-opened eyes, waiting for his reaction. 

- “Really?”- he closed his eyes, looking in pain after such a terrible joke- “Please, don’t tell me you thought that could ever be funny”- but (Y/N) giggled

- “Oh come on! it wasn’t that bad” 

- “It makes me want to disappear”- the girl elbowed her friend, feeling her heart beating a little faster each time he smiled at her. 

- “Well, I do want to meet a few book characters”- (Y/N) changed the subject and sipped her coffee- “I think there are a lot of them who need to be told a few things” 

- “What? who?”- Reid furrowed his brows, trying to follow her idea  

- “Well, for starters, I need to have one long talk with Holden Caulfield”

- “I can’t imagine what you would say to him”

- “I would give him a hug, I love that kid, I’ve always thought we could have been friends growing up, I mean, we were both rebels against our families and school...”

- “Did you know there is a highly shared theory about The Catcher in the Rye among conspiracy groups? It’s believed that the book is actually used as a trigger for sleeper assassins who were trained by the CIA’s MK-Ultra mind control program”

(Y/N) smiled at her best friend and didn’t say a word for a few seconds. He didn’t know if he had said something wrong or not, he had just said the first thing that came to mind. As pretty much always. 

- “Are you trying to tell me I might be a serial killer, Reid?”- she asked, leaning into him slowly. As she got closer, her heart beat faster, and Spencer’s cheeks turned red. He had to hold his book tight to make sure his hands didn’t shake. His eyes were fixed to her lips, and all he could whisper was. 

- “No… I don’t think you… are… a serial… killer”- he even stuttered. For a second, they were so close they could actually kiss if Reid moved his body a few inches closer. But neither of them did a thing. As always. 

- “I would also love to meet Mr. Darcy and ask him to stop being an ass with Lizzy”- (Y/N) sat back on her seat and sighed, trying not to look as frustrated as she felt. 

- “You did finish the book, right?”- Reid asked playfully, but she just groaned under breath. 

- “I know they got married and lived happily ever after, but for the first half of the book, he was a jerk and it really upset me”

- “It’s called character growth, (Y/N), it’s part of the story”

- “Well, sometimes it’s annoying! don’t you ever want to yell at some book character to stop joking around and do the damn right thing? like, we know you love the girl! ask her out once for all!” 

There was a heavy silence between the two of them. A long, awkward silence. You could feel the sexual tension in the air as they stared at each other.  

Yes, everyone knew those two were madly in love with each other. 

No, neither of them wanted to make the first move, afraid of the rejection. 

Yes, Spencer was sure (Y/N) would laugh on his face if he ever asked her out 

No, (Y/N) could never refuse a date with Spencer, she loved him ever since he first started rambling facts, five minutes into introducing himself. 

Yes, they were driving the whole team insane. 

- “We all know exactly what it’s like to want to yell at someone’s face “ask the girl out for crying out loud”!!”- Rossi nearly shouted standing behind their seats, making (Y/N) and Spencer jump- “Now, if you are not going to say what we all want you to say, I will suggest you two shut up and let the rest of us sleep.” 

Spencer and (Y/N) looked at each other and shrugged. Reid opened his book again and she just closed her eyes. Rossi walked back to his seat and sighed.

- “I’m gonna marry again before those two have their first date”- he whispered to Hotch, who chuckled and didn’t take his eyes from the files he was reading. 

- “That’s not really that hard, David.” 

[sweetescapeartist]

*Reads the first page of DBS manga chapter 82.*

That... that's not how Instant Transmission works... Why did Toyotaro make it work like a portal??

The Instant Transmission (a.k.a. Instantaneous Movement a.k.a. Shunkan Ido) is a technique where the user locks on to an energy then instantly moves to that person just as the name implies.

I get that Toyo drew it that way for "artistic effect" but c'mon. You just materialize in another place with Instant Transmission. You don't open a portal then hop through it! Toyo even has Goku use the move correctly every time throughout the chapter after the first weird instance.

But, he sometimes includes energy around it. I guess it was an attempt to combine the way the technique actually works with whatever kind of visual effect he was going for.

Why am I even pointing this out? It ain't like Toyo cares about any kind of continuity or consistency.

Toyo writes that Goku perfects UI in the Moro arc; but reverts Goku to not perfecting UI in the Granolah arc.

Toyo writes for UI to become durable as necessary in the Moro arc; UI Goku loses the ability in the Granolah arc.

Toyo wrote that Moro can absorb all life of a planet from outer space; a more powerful version of Moro is nerfed to the point he can only absorb energy through physical contact.

17 & 18 have always had life energy which is why they can contribute to the Genki Dama; in the Moro arc, Toyo randomly changes the manga versions of them to not have life energy (implying 17 & 18 aren't alive???).