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Look Away From Me - Joel Miller x Reader
joel miller x f!reader
MDNI, 18+, ageless/empty/under 18 blogs will be blocked.
word count: 1.9K
  Warnings: Domestic abuse, mentions of domestic abuse, cussing, violence (typical TLOU stuff), age gap (26 to Joel's 56), ‘cheating’, please lmk if I missed any.
While there is no smut in the first couple of chapters, there will be eventually, and thus the 18+ requirement
  Summary: In Jackson, WY, you are one of the teachers in the community. You are quite young which means Ellie takes a liking to you and she’s not the only one. 
  a/n: please share your thoughts! I’m not new to fanfiction writing but it HAS been a while. I am a massive Joel Miller girl. I will try my hardest to avoid ‘y/n’ but it may happen occasionally. You do have a nickname, Sunny, that your father gave you before he passed. 
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(i made the mdni & arrows picture, credit me if u use it.)
Index:
Chapter 1 - Fruits of Labor - 04/13/2023
Chapter 2 - X - Coming Soon
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Wyoming summers are unbearably hot, at least this one was. I pulled my desk drawer open and set my planner and journal inside. He would never let me have something private, so I kept my journal locked in my work desk. “I haven’t patrolled something in a while and Jackson is so large,” Ellie said, drawing on a piece of loose paper. The other students have grouped off to chat while they finish up their assignments for the day. 
“You’ve got this, Ellie, you’re stronger than the majority of the kids here.” I smiled at her, watching her try to hide her blush. Ellie preferred to sit next to my desk and talk to me, rather than the other kids. She was more grown than the others which broke my heart. At fourteen, she lived through more than some of the adults in the community. Besides, unspoken social rules went out the window the moment the world ended. Being friends with a fourteen-year-old was the least problematic thing I could do. Dina placed her paper on my desk and smiled at Ellie.
“Are you coming to the summer party this week, Sunny?” Dina asked me and looked back at her friends. 
“When have I ever missed it, Dina?” I smiled at her, grabbing the paper from the corner of my desk and sliding it into the basket, “Ellie, you and Joel should come! The community hasn’t seen much of you two.” 
She dropped her pencil and brushed her loose hair from her face. “I’ll see if I can get the old man to get out of the house.” Ellie grabbed my calendar and looked for the party. Since I’ve no clue what day it is exactly or what month for that matter, I’ve made a calendar specifically used for keeping track of schooling for the kids. The community picked up on using it because their kids spread it around. 
The classroom fell silent as I stood from my chair and dismissed them for the day. I tightened the braid in my hair and grabbed my apron from the shelf beside me. The sun was shining brightly, the heat was radiating and everyone was wearing as few clothes as possible. The farm was a decent walk from the building they designated as my schoolhouse. I wasn’t one to complain, I loved being in nature. Whenever people were needed for runs, I volunteered to go. There was nothing like a Wyoming forest, the scenery of the hills and mountains was breathtaking, even the thirtieth time around. 
“Hey there, Sunny,” Judith waved to me before bending back down to tend the carrots. I waved back quickly before pulling my apron on. My dress was a pale yellow with small daisies on it. I wasn’t worried about dirt getting on it but if I could minimize the amount of dirt, I was going to. Ellie made eye contact with me as I picked up the small basket for weeds I pulled. She waved and continued walking with Hayden, the teenager who was also assigned to patrol duty. He was interested in her and it was obvious to everyone who ever looked their way. Ellie? Ellie is a, and I am quoting her here, “hardcore lesbian.” I kneeled down in the dirt and started tugging away the weeds around the strawberry bushes. I sank my hands under the freshly turned dirt and took a deep breath. The sun shone on my face and warmed me both inside and out. Ellie stood at the gate of the patch and watched me. “Sunny?” She called out.
“Yes?” I answered.
“Why haven’t you gone home yet?”
“I like being in nature and they don’t care that I help them out.” I shrugged, gently pouring some water onto the leaves of the strawberry bush. Ellie waved Hayden off and opened the gate. She knelt down beside me and pulled a strawberry from the bush. “At least help me pull weeds if you’re going to steal produce, Ells.” I laughed and nudged her. She laughed and tugged on a small weed near the bush she stole from. 
Ellie and I stood up from the ground and high-fived each other for our work. “Ellie?” Someone called out for her. We turned around and I locked eyes with Joel. 
“Hey, old man!” She yelled to him. Ellie watched as Joel locked eyes with me, “This is Sunny, my teacher and part-time gardener.”
“Sunny isn’t actually my name, my dad gave me that nickname.” I smiled and brushed the dirt from my apron and dress. 
“It’s a good nickname,” Joel said, his eyes still locked on me.
“Ew, stop staring, Joel!” Ellie exclaimed and left the gated farm patch.
“I wasn’t staring, let’s go get dinner.” He groaned and waved goodbye.
They continued to bicker with one another as they walked toward the canteen. Judith had left the farm not too long ago leaving me alone to put the supplies away. I tuck the emptied basket into the shelf I retrieved it from and pull my apron off. The walk to my house was quiet, the majority of the population was headed to the canteen or eating in their own homes. 
“Ace?” I called out as I opened the door. Snickersnee rubbed his face on my leg, meowing softly as I shut the door. “Is your daddy not home yet?” I asked my cat. He chirped at me in response. I pressed a soft kiss to Snickersnee’s head. He was probably still working. The house was quiet and still, not even Snic made a sound. It felt uncomfortable to have a quiet home, as a child before the outbreak my house was never quiet. It was always filled with life and music. My dad made sure of it. 
I climbed the stairs and flicked the bathroom light on. I had some dirt smeared onto my face and my hair was half in a braid and the other half a mess. My face was red and sweaty from working so hard. I pulled the towel off the wall and put some of it in cold water. My dress was clean for the most part which was a win on my part. I wiped my face down and relished in the cool fabric cleansing my face. Snickersnee was sat on top of the toilet seat, quietly watching me. I tossed the towel into the hamper and let my hair out. My brush ran through my hair smoothly until I reached the ends of it. Snic hopped onto the counter and rubbed against me. He pressed his forehead to mine and began purring. I pulled my hair into a half-up half-down hairstyle and left for the canteen.
“Sunny! Come sit with us!” Ellie yelled to me as I entered the building. I nodded and headed to the food line. Today’s menu was chicken parmesan, we had more than enough chickens to spare. I piled my plate on and grabbed water before making my way to the table Ellie and Joel were seated at. “Your hair looks good,” Ellie said as I sat down across from her. Joel was on my left, quietly finishing his dinner. “Joel,” She nudged him, and he grunted, “Tell her she looks pretty.”
He looked at me for the first time since I entered the building and I smiled at him. Joel took a moment and nodded, “Pretty.” Ellie rolled her eyes and mouthed an apology. It made me laugh. Although they weren’t blood-related, those two were family. Father and daughter without a single doubt in my mind. The canteen was loud and busy, a signal that today was a good day of work for everyone. Tommy and Maria loved when the canteen was full and lively. It reminded them of all the work that goes into the place. Maria and Tommy walked in with their daughter, Zarah. An infant, she was born two weeks ago and they were on top of the world. The older women surrounded them immediately, desperate to hold the baby. It made me smile, and the community was so willing to help new parents. Bittersweet is how I would describe it. I always wanted children but not with my husband. I don’t want to bring children into our relationship. Ace has been pushing the narrative that he and I have been trying for a baby but we use every precaution possible and we haven't had sex in the past 4 weeks. For that, I am thankful if not concerned. Why would my husband not want to have sex with me? I guess the only time he wants his hands on me is when he’s beating me.
“Alright, well, I’m all done,” I cleared my throat and looked at Ellie, “Wanna help me do dishes for the kitchen crew?”
“Hell yeah.” She exclaimed. I wouldn’t have expected her to be excited about cleaning dishes but she and I were close and loved spending time together. I took Joel’s empty plate from him and placed a hand on his shoulder before heading to the kitchen. 
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“Joel,” Ellie nudged me, “Tell her she’s pretty.”
I rolled my eyes before looking up at Sunny. Her hair was nicer than when she was knees in the dirt and she was freshened up. Clean. She was gorgeous. I cleared my throat and muttered, “Pretty.” Such a weak word to describe how she looked. Ellie knew it and mouthed an apology she thought I didn’t see. I kept shoveling my food into my mouth. My back had been killing me all day and I was starving. Tommy made me miss breakfast today because he needed a crew to help lug the bodies of raiders to the river's edge. 
“Alright, well, I’m all done. Wanna help me do the dishes for the kitchen crew?” She asked Ellie. Ellie agreed quickly and snatched her plate up. Sunny grabbed my plate, placed a hand on my shoulder, and tapped before heading to the sink to wash dishes. Tommy sat down in Sunny’s seat with Zarah. Maria was grabbing herself some food. “She’s married, Joel.” He spoke first, wiggling his finger for Zarah. He had named her after Sarah, he had brought the idea to me a day or two before Maria gave birth. Ellie helped me come to agree with it, my niece is beautiful, with the deepest brown eyes and chubbiest cheeks.
“Who?”
“Sunny.”
“Ah.”
“I see the way you look at her.”
“Got no clue what you’re talking about, Tom.”
“Oh fuck off. You’re my brother.”
“Watch your language.”
“She’s not even a month old. I can say what I want.”
My eyes drifted toward Ellie and her doing dishes. Sunny reached for an extra sponge from the shelf and her dress lifted up. Purple. Her upper thigh had a purple bruise on it and rage bubbled. Tommy was too distracted trying to get Zarah to laugh to notice my fist turning white. The idea of someone laying hands on a woman enraged me already but one as kind and beautiful as her? I wanted nothing more than to murder that son of a bitch she called her husband. “Who’s her husband?” I asked, trying my hardest to restrain the anger in my voice. 
“Ace Hutchinson,” Tommy said.
“The doctor?” I asked him, looking away from Ellie and her.
“Yeah, so stay away from her.” 
“I wasn’t the one who invited her to sit with me, that was Ellie.”
“Ok, whatever you say.”
I watched as Tommy went and sat at the table with his wife, leaving me alone. Ellie splashed Sunny and laughed loudly. It was nice seeing Ellie enjoy herself and break out of her shell. I was glad someone got to see what I get to see every day of my life.
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joneleslament · 1 year
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I personally don't believe Legoland was pre-cyclone. I believe it is and only was post-cyclone.
Let me explain myself before you start telling me I'm wrong
Jane Doe was the one unidentified body of the cyclone disaster. She was unidentified because she lost her head and it was never found, Nor could anyone in Uranium recall her
And you might say "Oh but she just came to Uranium after her parents got arrested so nobody got used to her yet" that's where your wrong. Penny Lamb had a criminal record by 15 years of age and her brother Erza sold his medication to collage kids for money, I've never been to Canada yet but I'm sure anywhere in the world if a pair of kids that young came anywhere with a history of parents that grew weed and did and still does all that stuff? That news would spread like wildfire
And if Penny had a brother how was she unidentified if Erza could very well have went to the corner himself and outright told them she had gotten on the ride and it must be her. But again how in God's name would a card like Penny Lamb be left to a Jane Doe after all the stuff she's done back when she was 15?
Now think if Jane was originally someone else
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A girl who did in-fact joined the choir late and didn't bother to talk to alot of people around Uranium because she planned to pack her things and leave as soon as she graduated
Excluding herself from any social gatherings, Any school events that aren't mandatory, only going out to get food so she can continue to live. Someone who never made friends because she didn't want to say goodbye
Someone nameless.
Think about it; With Jane originally being Penny there's a shit tone of plot holes but if Jane was someone totally different who never made herself known because she had the same goals as everyone else in the choir, It makes sense.
She'd have no friends so nobody in any of her classes could tell the corner anything, No shop workers probably didn't know more than maybe what groceries she bought every time she came, There's the possibility her parents were either out of the picture or didn't care enough to identify her; Neglectful or downright horrible parents are things that can happen in the real world and which we see with Mischa, Noel, And Ocean
And let's be honest, Ocean's parents were most likely not the ones to come claim her, It would most likely be people from St. Cassian and around Uranium considering how loud and "overpositive" she was which was most likely a huge contrast from everyone else
Constance we know had parents who ran the Blackwood Café which would make her well known among the town
Noel we know has a mom and was the only openly gay kid in a homophobic town and he was always told to dial it back so by that logic he had to have stuck out alot, Making him known
Mischa was the town's teenage fuck-up, He stole communion wine, He seemed to have caused some problems here and there which again makes him known
And Ricky was always acknowledged as some helpless boy because he was disabled which caused everyone to treat him hell-of-a-lot differently which obviously made him known and we know he had helicopter parents so-
And Jane? Well if she were Penny she would be well known enough to at least have a name to her corpse. But no Jane didn't get that, Which means she must have been someone duller, Someone more forgettable.
Someone nobody would know even existed till she was dead
Someone like the nameless person we see in at the fair with the choir.
And Karnak stated multiple times that he didn't know who Jane was and he genuinely feels guilty about having these CHILDREN die without doing anything so why would he lie when he can very well make them so much happier by telling Jane who she was, Having her remember so she has her own song to sing and not one of a nameless face
Think what you will but I highly doubt Penny was pre-cyclone with the amount of plot holes in that theory. But rather Penny is post-cyclone thus leaving the Cyclone's Jane Doe to a new story to begin but never an old story to tell.
(I suck at explaining shit😭)
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bunni3thebard · 5 months
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Leather and Lace Part 2
Eddie Munson x Original Female Character
Summary: Eddie meets up with Jovi at Tina's legendary Halloween party. His poor little heart–all he wants to do is smooch her, but he doesn't wanna scare her away.
Warnings: cursing, underage drinking, mention of male nipples (I know how Tumblr hates that), oogling of body parts, bullying. (Let me know if I missed anything!)
[Part 1] [Next Part]
CHAPTER 2: Monster Mash
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"Can't believe you talked me into this man." Eddie rolled his eyes, adjusting the low-cut, ruffled white shirt that Gareth lent him.
"You're a vampire, c'mon!" Gareth grinned and threw his hands up, his own costume a half-assed zombie consisting of torn clothes covered in fake blood and gray face paint. "Thought you'd be happy. You get to dress up for your girl and people still know who to buy weed from!" 
Dave shrugged, his face obscured by a werewolf mask. 
"I think you look nice," Jeff grinned, picking up the red cape draped around Eddie's shoulders, "Chicks dig capes, right?"
Eddie glowered, snatching the cape back as the guys busted up laughing at him, "Laugh it up you chuckle-fucks. See who gives you a ride home tonight." They started whining and groaning, even though Eddie would never truly leave them without a getaway ride. He just wanted them to sweat for a bit.
Jeff had dressed up as Han Solo, complete with a holster and fake gun, and was the only one not rocking a classic monster outfit. Gareth and Dave kept poking at him, telling him to be Frankenstein, but he swatted at them and said he was going as Han because his sister sewed him the vest. So three classic monsters and an interstellar smuggler walk into a high school Halloween party. Kinda sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.
Eddie would spend the evening in the backyard, his usual hangout space when dealing, but before sequestering himself pool-side they made a pit stop at the booze. "Careful of the jet fuel." He warned, but Dave had already taken a gulp of punch and began coughing and sputtering. Gareth and Jeff snickered at their friend, but proceeded to knock back a shot from the cup Dave had filled, not faring much better.
Eddie smirked and shook his head at his dumb friends, but grabbed them a few beers before they made their way to the backyard.
Throwing himself into a lounger chair, Eddie gave a content groan. The low-cut shirt Gareth lent him showed off a large section of his chest and his tattoos and when he sat down it gaped open even further. "What a slutty Dracula." Dave snickered.
Eddie smirked and leaned back, arms cradling the back of his head, "You only wish you looked this good, wolf-man." 
"The age-old feud begins anew!" Gareth laughed, sipping at his beer.
And thus, Eddie's night began. The boys circled around him for a bit, drinking beers and shooting the shit, but soon Eddie was called over again and again by various drunk party-goers wielding their rich daddy's money to buy pot from The Freak. 
Dave and Gareth had wondered off to get a few shots in and to try and join the dancing inside. Jeff–sweet boy that he was–became a home-base for Eddie to come back to so that he wasn't alone the whole night. 
"Nah man, whatever song they release, I'm learning. I don't give a shit how complicated, we are getting it down A-S-A-P so we can play it the next gig we can." Eddie was grinning and bouncing on his toes, talking about the Metallica album set to release next year, "'86 baby!" He cheers'ed his beer and Jeff rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
"I appreciate the faith in our skills, dude, but us three aren't as quick to catch on to stuff as you." He shrugged, "Might be a few months 'til anything's show ready." 
Eddie smiled and pulled Jeff in to a side hug, throwing his other arm out to try and paint a picture for his friend, "See, I think we got this! Gareth's got a kick-ass sense of rhythm, so he's quick on the drums, and as soon as I show Dave what I'm thinking, he'll pick up what I lay down, and you're by far the best bassist I've ever heard dude! You can learn any song by ear–remember when you taught yourself The Trooper in like three weeks??" He patted Jeff on the chest, smile splitting open his face, "You're amazing, dude, don't sell yourself short." 
Jeff smiled softly, face shy at the complement. Instead of saying anything back he took a swig of his drink and eyed the party inside. "Think we could wander around, maybe try and find Jovi?"
Eddie felt his heart pick up pace at the thought of his crush. His ears heated up and he bounced nervously on his toes, "Y-yeah," he cleared his throat, "What-uh… what's she dressed as?" He looked at Jeff discreetly out of the corners of his eyes.
Jeff just smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "You're just gonna have to see, huh, lover boy?"
Eddie scoffed and pushed Jeff's shoulder as they made their way inside. Eddie was nervous–god why did he let Gareth talk him into dressing up like a dandy-boy vampire. He breathed deeply through his nose to try and calm himself, slipping over towards the kitchen to grab a shot of liquid courage. Before they made it through the archway door, Jeff grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards the wall. "There she is, dude!" He motioned towards the other entrance to the kitchen and Eddie's eyes snapped towards her like a magnet. 
She was dressed in a silvery medieval gown with her hair pulled back in a loose braid, glitter dusted across her cheeks with simple eye makeup accentuating her honey gold eyes. The fake pointed ears she donned had the tips bobby-pinned into her hair to keep them from falling. Jeff leaned in, a shit-eating grin on his braces lined smile, "She said she's going as Arwen, from The Lord of the Rings." Eddie was pretty sure he died. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't blink, all he could hear was the sound of his heart ready to explode from his chest.
Jovi smiled towards Robin, going to fill up a cup of punch and handing it to the lanky girl, laughing at something she said before filling up her own cup. She smiled and her face sparked because of the kitchen spotlights and the glitter decorating her skin. Her hair looked so soft, pulled gently away from her face, but a few strands were loose around her eyes and Eddie was desperate to push them behind her ears so he had uninterrupted eye contact with her gorgeous honey hazel gaze. The neck of the dress wasn't too revealing, but it was low enough to see the tops of her creamy breasts that bounced as she laughed. When she was turning to exit the kitchen, Eddie was thrown back into the land of the living by Jeff pushing him towards her, laughing while saying: "Go get her, man!"
Eddie's feet walked without him being conscious of their movement. His mouth was dry and he was pretty sure his shirt had fallen in a way that his left nipple was showing, but he was too flustered to do anything. "Jovi!" He heard Jeff call from behind him and Eddie's eyes widened in panic, "Hey Jovi!" If he just pushed the kid to his left against the counter-top he was sure he could make a mad dash for the crowd and get lost on the dance floor. Before he could tuck-tail and run, Jovi caught his eyes and an excited grin lit up her freckled face. She grabbed Robin's arm to steer them towards the two boys. He felt warm, her happiness upon seeing him made his stomach flip and he was pretty sure he was giving her a dopey, love-struck smile. 
"Hey Jeff, Eddie! I was afraid we missed you guys!" She had to yell over the music, but she also leaned in close and he could smell her perfume–something flowery. He wanted to shove his face in her hair and sniff. God damn I'm repulsive. He internally winced at his creepy impulsive thoughts. 
"No worries, just doing a lap before we go back outside. It's a nice night, wanna hang out with us by the pool?" Jeff motioned behind him. Eddie wanted to kiss Jeff with how much he was single-handedly steering this conversation. 
"No way! We're gonna dance, they're playing Blondie and I ain't missing that!" Robin tugged on Jovi's arm and the shorter girl smiled, giggling at her friend's insistence.
She turned back to the two boys and shrugged, "Wanna turn that lap you were doing into a dance?" She caught Eddie's eyes and bit her lip, raising her eyebrows in what appeared to him a pleading way. God he hoped she was pleading for him, he hoped she wanted him around. 
He gave a nervous smile and offered his hand to her, "Lead the way, Lady Arwen."
Her smile turned shy and sweet, face blooming pink and he wanted to kiss her. She grasped his hand and it was like electricity running from her touch through him–she was a live wire and he was reveling in her sparks. "Jeff told you huh?" She looked somewhat embarrassed. But he weaved their fingers together as they walked towards the dance floor.
"Hell yeah he did, The Lord of the Rings is my favorite book series–damn near died when I heard you were dressing up as her!" He felt his own face flushing, but he squeezed her hand in reassurance. 
Her smile grew and the corners of her eyes crinkled and he never wanted her to stop looking at him like that. "I wanted to be Eowyn, she's my favorite character, but I didn't want to run around in a blond wig all night." She ducked her head to watch her feet as they walked down a short set of steps.
He was pretty sure he was in love with this woman.
They got to the dance floor and some pop bull shit was playing, but Jeff shrugged and grabbed Robin's hand and spun her around. She yelped, shouting 'watch the drink' through her giggles.
Eddie turned nervously to Jovi, one of his hands still holding tightly to hers. She smiled and grabbed his other hand, placing both of them on her waist and grabbing him around his neck. She lifted up on her toes and asked, "Is this okay?" In his ear.
God yes. "Y-yeah!" He mimicked her as she swayed her hips back and forth. Gentle movements that followed the beat of the music. It definitely wasn't the vibe the music was going for, but they could be playing Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath on full blast and he'd still follow her moves if it meant he could hold onto her like he was. 
"I'm gonna turn around, just go with it!" She yelled in his ear and he nodded, confused at what she meant, but he was willing to pull a Dante and follow her to hell. She slid his hands off her hips, but just turned around, pressing her back to his chest and placing his hands back onto her hips, one of her hands holding steady on to his, and the other coming around to take a sip of her drink that she still had. She looked at him over her shoulder and flashed him a questioning look and he just nodded dumbly.
He felt every twist and sway of her body as she was flush against his. He made a point to make sure his lower half was as far from her as possible, but he was sure he was holding onto her hips a little too tight. She was laughing at something with Robin, and leaning her shoulders onto his chest, she glanced up at him with a relaxed smile and he let himself calm down a little too. He started shifting to the beat and bobbing his shoulders, following the circle of her hips as she moved. He looked over at Jeff who was dancing casually, which was more like moving from one foot to the other and nodding his head to the beat, and grinned. Jeff matched his smile and flashed a thumbs up. Suddenly a cup was pushed in front of his face and he looked down at Jovi who smiled, sloshing the contents, mouthing 'want some?'
He spied her lip gloss on the side and made a point to grab onto her hand, his larger hand engulfing her smaller one, and matched his lips to where hers had been before he took a large swig. He let go and grinned at her, nodding and ducked so his mouth was next to her ear. "Thanks!" He made sure he was close, and he was rewarded with seeing her shiver and her skin become flushed. All positive things, right? She was into him too–right??
Suddenly he got a shot of bravery at seeing her reaction and spun her around, she blinked up at him in shock. He smiled and grabbed her cup, handing it off to Jeff who shook his head at his friend's antics. Eddie took Jovi's hand in his and placed his other on her waist to pull her close. He did a few steps, Jovi following along awkwardly while laughing with him at what he was trying to do. He was smiling and spun her, causing her to squeak as she tried to pirouette but ended up tripping a bit so Eddie had to catch her. Suddenly he leaned forward and warned her, "I'm going to dip you!" And before she could say anything, he pulled her side to side and swung her into a low dip. She gave a brief shriek that dissolved into more laughter. He was breathing hard and he was sure he had a bunch of bruises from bumping into everyone around them, but it was worth it to see her flushed and smiling and to hear her laughing with her whole body in joy. He didn't move for a moment, watching as she came back to herself and eyed him with a content grin. His eyes flickered quickly to her lips–shiny from her gloss and pouty with her bottom lip slightly red from her biting it–then back to her eyes. She saw the movement and wet her lips, her little pink tongue absolutely driving him mad. Her own eyes lowered to his mouth, and he was gonna do it, he was gonna take the plunge and kiss her and–
"Freak!" Someone gave Eddie a rough push and he dropped Jovi in surprise, thankfully she was close enough to the ground that she didn't have far to go. She landed with a light "oomf".
But Eddie tumbled forward, his legs tangling together while he tried not to knock into Jovi as he fell. He was able to catch himself before his face hit the floor, but the moment was ruined and everyone on the dance floor began to snicker and point at the two.
"Eddie?" He lifted his head slowly to see Jovi's soft face pinched in concern, his legs were still over her so she wasn't able to stand, but she sat up and rested a comforting hand on his arm. He gave her a tired smile and moved his legs off her so that they could both get up. When he pulled her to her feet, she gave him a grateful look.
"What happened??" Robin came stumbling over and leaned on Jovi's shoulder. "Who do I have to kick? No one's shins will be safe!"
Jovi huffed a laugh but shook her head. "Let's head outside!" Robin nodded and grabbed Jovi's hand.
Jovi's other hand clasped tightly to Eddie and she gave him a tug. He obediently followed. 
Eddie heaved a groan as they walked. Of course everything had to be ruined by some entitled prick who wanted to have a go at the local Freak of Hawkins. He looked at the back of Jovi's head and wondered if she would have kissed him back? If she would have pulled him closer and tugged on his hair? Or if she would have pushed him away and screamed at him for being so stupid to think he had a chance.
He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. He felt warmth spread through him from where she held on. The corners of his mouth tugged up and a weight receded from his shoulders. There was something. He didn't know if she'd let him kiss her, but at least she was there and willing to hold his hand.
Once they broke through to the backyard, Eddie let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He carded his hand through his hair and tugged when his rings got caught, but he dared not let go of Jovi. When they made it to a few patio chairs circled around a table, Robin threw herself down and groaned loudly. "Tyler Dirndle can go fuck himself! We were having fun and he had to go and ruin it by being a massive douche." She sneered at the crowd through the floor to ceiling windows lining the living room, giving a view to the unperturbed dance floor.
"That who pushed Eddie?" Jeff spoke quietly, choosing to stand next to Eddie while Jovi and Robin sat.
Jovi still held Eddie's hand.
He dared not say anything, afraid she'd let go.
Robin harrumphed and crossed her arms, "Yeah, saw him laughing about it when we were leaving–ugh I hope he gets Chlamydia." She mumbled that last part and Jovi busted out laughing, while Eddie and Jeff stared dumbly at the girl, having not expected that comment to come from her.
Eddie rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to ruin your night." He toed his dirty reeboks against the ground, afraid to meet Jovi's eyes. When she squeezed his hand, his head snapped up to watch her. She gave him a shy smile, face flushed–from the booze or the moment, he wasn't sure, but he hoped from him. 
"You didn't do anything Eddie." Her voice was soft and soothing, "I had a blast dancing with you." Her face became a deeper red and he bit his lip. The only thoughts running through his brain was how cute she looked being embarrassed by her admission. She had fun. With him. And he made her laugh. He was sure the grin on his face was lovesick and dopey, but he couldn't help it.
Robin nodded, "Yeah, who knew you had moves, Munson! And dancing to Madonna no less!" She smirked teasingly and Eddie rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up. Only reason I was dancing was for Jovi, you'll never see me enjoying Pop's top 100s again." He cut his hand through the air in a finalizing motion.
"Ooooh, so you were shaking it to Crazy for You all for sweet little Jovi?" Robin wiggled her eyebrows and Jovi smacked her, groaning her name while Robin snickered.
Eddie realized what he said and heaved a breathy laugh, but his ears were on fire and he was sure his face was ten shades of red. He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced, "Really put my foot in my mouth, huh." He mumbled.
"I think it's sweet." Came Jovi's quiet voice and Eddie caught her gaze, his deep brown meeting her honey hazel. He was back to his dopey smile, as was usual to adorn his face when he looked at her, and she returned it, biting her lip demurely.
"Robin? Jovi?" The girls glanced towards the door to the house and Robin sighed dramatically.
"Looks like he struck out." She huffed, crossing her arms.
Jovi hummed in agreement then shrugged, "I think he struck himself out." Robin nodded, giving an emphatic 'for sure'.
Eddie looked over and saw none other than fucking Steve 'The Hair' Harrington make his way over to the four of them. Eddie swung his head around and met Jeff's wide-eyes in shock. Eddie pointed over his shoulder and mouthed 'What the hell??!' but Jeff just shrugged and shook his head, wordlessly telling him he didn't have a clue.
"Amanda seemed nice! All go well?" Robin asked as Steve came to stand in between the girl's chairs and placed his hands in his pockets in a relaxed stance.
He sighed, shoulders falling and face screwing up, "She kept chewing her gum in my ear. It was gross and distracting." He shrugged and carded his hand through his hair, "She didn't really have any engaging conversation to contribute either."
Jovi and Robin eyed one another knowingly. 
"Didn't realize you were friends." Eddie mumbled, studying Steve up and down. Jovi squeezed his hand, which helped him feel a little more grounded. He looked at her to see she was smiling warmly at him.
"Sorry! Steve, this is Eddie and Jeff–guys I'm sure you know Steve." Robin flung her hand back and smacked the older boy on the sternum, causing him to yelp and bark 'hey' in offense at her abuse.
"Nice to meet you." He grumbled, rubbing the spot Robin hit him.
Jeff nodded, but Eddie just raised a skeptical eyebrow at the jock. Since when was he one to hang out with a couple of band-geeks? Wait, was Jovi in band?
Jovi stood and, unfortunately, let go of Eddie's hand as she motioned to Robin, "I gotta go pee. Come with me Robin?" The other girl rolled her eyes but grinned good-naturedly and grasped Jovi's hand.
"C'mon sweetie, I'll take you to the potty!" She raised her voice playfully and Jovi giggled as Robin played mom and the two wandered inside, leaving the boys to chat.
Steve shuffled on his feet awkwardly, scratching the side of his face while his eyes wandered everywhere but the two other men. Eddie huffed in annoyance and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, popping one out and lighting up. Sucking in a deep breath, he eyed Steve and let the smoke blow out of his nose. "How do you know Jovi and Robin?" He asked casually, or tried to, Jeff seemed to wince at his accusatory tone.
Steve crossed his arms and sucked in a breath, shoulders tensing. "Oh, uh, well… I-I babysat, Jovi's brother, you could say…" He shrugged, getting fidgety with his hands, "A-and then I worked at Scoops Ahoy in the mall with Robin this last summer and we hit it off. So, um…" He was rubbing his hands on his jeans, then his arms, going up to massage his neck and gazing at the ground with hard eyes, "You been friends with 'em long?" His voice was slightly raised, nervous as he tried to change the subject.
Eddie eyed Steve's strange behavior, but the jock merely thinned his lips and raised his bushy brows waiting for Eddie to respond. "Sorta." He drew out, fibbing, but didn't care to elaborate.
"Cool, cool." Steve nodded and stared at the ground, not offering any further conversation. 
Eddie rolled his eyes, looking at Jeff with exasperation. Jeff pursed his lips and threw his hands up, "So what're you up to these days, Harrington?" Jeff shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet, "Didn't expect to see you at a high school party, thought you'd be onto bigger and better things."
Steve gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Yeah, you'd think." He mumbled before clearing his throat, "Nah, didn't know what I wanted to do, so I figured I'd take a year, get a good score on my SATs and try again for Purdue." He sighed, "Or.. I don't know. Life sucks man, why do we have to know exactly what we want to do for the rest of our lives now? I mean, we're only teenagers, not even fully developed or whatever." He threw his own hands up before running them through his perfect hair, mussing it up. Much to Eddie's annoyance, it still looked good.
Jeff nodded sympathetically, "I hear that man. My mom wants me to be a doctor, but I get sick at the sight of blood."
Steve chuckled, "Good luck with that, dude." Jeff smiled and the two relaxed a bit.
Eddie scowled, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. "What're you thinking you might wanna do if you went to college?" His voice was low, but curious. What would ole King Hair try and excel in now that the world was his oyster?
Steve blinked, "Uhh…" his brows furrowed in concentration.
Eddie smirked, "Don't hurt yourself, I can smell the smoke from here." The three boys laughed lightly at the jab.
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, face flushing, "Honestly? I kind of want to look into… teaching." His smile was soft and thoughtful and Eddie was shocked. That was the last vocation that he suspected the most popular kid in his high school would say.
"Good on ya, man!" Jeff grinned.
Steve matched his smile, "Thanks."
"Mayday mayday!" Robin came stumbling outside, alone, and grabbed Eddie's arm, jerking it slightly, "We're in need of assistance! Connor won't take no for an answer and Jovi's too sweet to punch him!" 
"What?" Eddie blinked, but he felt his jaw clench involuntary while he stomped out his cigarette. He let Robin tug him into the house, Steve and Jeff following close behind.
Robin led him down a back hallway and there he saw some gangly kid leaning over Jovi who looked uncomfortable and pale. Her hand was pressed to her chest, almost like she was trying to hide herself, and her smile was weak while she shook her head politely at whatever the kid was saying.
Eddie steeled himself and stepped forward, sliding his arm around Jovi's shoulders. He smiled down at her flustered face, "Hey sweetheart, was wondering what was keeping you." He slid his gaze to the kid in front of her and glared, icy and cold. Yeah, he knew that, technically speaking, he had no right to step in between someone talking with Jovi, but a flame of jealousy flared to life in his gut at the idea of someone other than him flirting with her. His limbs had moved of their own accord, just acting from the instructions received by his caveman instincts that roared at his brain to protect Jovi.
The taller guy gulped, glasses sliding down his nose and he pushed them back up while nervously taking a step away. "S-sorry Munson, didn't know she was yours." He mumbled before speeding away.
Eddie felt his face heat up at the comment. At the idea of Jovi being his. A warmth bloomed in his chest, turning the cold flames of jealousy to a crackling hearth of affection within him. He quickly shook the thought away to focus on how Jovi was faring. She looked pale and her hands were shaking, but she was giving him a grateful smile. His heartbeat picked up again.
"Thanks Eddie. Never knew Connor was so persistent." She sighed.
"Yeah, don't mention it, sweet thing." His voice was low and he dipped his head down so he didn't have to shout over the music. "You okay?" His brow furrowed in concern.
She huffed a laugh and nodded, "I-I'm okay, I just threw up so I think that's my cue to go home." Her cheeks pinkened in embarrassment and she wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Do you need a ride?" He croaked, eyes going wide as the question seemed to spill from him before he could think. He was sure his face was a tomato.
She looked surprised, but her face quickly fell into a tender smile, eyes sparking. "Thanks Eddie, but Steve's our designated DD." 
Steve nodded behind them and clapped his hands, "I'll go bring the car around–meet you guys out front." He was gone in a second.
Eddie gulped and nodded, making to let go of Jovi's shoulder, but her hand shot out and kept him firmly holding her, eyes wide and pleading, "Would you walk me out? I'm feeling really shaky and don't want to walk alone." She tapered off, voice getting soft and shy and her face blushing furiously.
Eddie felt his insides explode with fluttering bats as they swarmed his guts and made his heart kick up to ten times its normal speed. His grin was so big and bright he was sure he looked like an absolute idiot, but he couldn't fight his joy at her desire for his company. He squeezed Jovi's shoulders and held her closer. "Of course, my lady. I couldn't dare to leave a fair maiden alone in her time of need." She giggled and leaned her head against Eddie's chest.
Oh man I hope she can't hear how fast my heart's going. That would definitely have given him away. He just prayed maybe she was still tipsy enough not to notice. He guided her with him while following Robin, who was muttering to Jeff about how Connor always had a thing for Jovi. The kid played trumpet alongside Robin and would constantly ask about her friend, even during class and it got on her nerves. 
"Maybe now that he thinks she's dating Eddie, he'll lay off!" She huffed and crossed her arms once they made it to the curb. 
"Sorry about that," Eddie mumbled, "Just tried to get him to leave you alone. Hopefully you don't catch any heat from being tied to me." His eyes wandered the sidewalk, suddenly feeling like an ass for being so forward. 
Jovi hummed and patted his chest with the hand that wasn't grasping his arm around her shoulders. "I don't mind one bit, I thought it was sweet that you came to my rescue." He quickly looked down to see her gazing up at him with a sweet smile, eyes slightly unfocused and red from drinking then hurling. He smirked and tried to grasp a thread of courage within himself.
"So you don't mind fake-dating me?" He held his breath, trying to appear nonchalant but his insides were bubbling with hope.
She gave a nervous giggle, hiding her face in his chest again and he wanted to squeeze her and kiss her all over her adorable, beet-red cheeks. "No, I don't mind." Her voice was muffled by the puffy frill of his shirt.
A rush of air expelled from his lungs at her reply. He felt giddy.
Steve's BMW (of course he has a fucking BMW–rich boy that he is) saddled up to the curb they stood on and Robin rushed to the side of it, clumsily popping open the passenger door and then teetering around to open the back door.
"Can you help me? My legs feel like Jell-O." Jovi mumbled into Eddie's chest and he chuckled.
"Of course sweetheart." His voice was soft, but he felt jittery and full of energy–like he had drank ten cups of coffee before starting a new Hellfire campaign he had been working for months on. 
She giggled and pulled her face from his chest, smiling, "Like it when you call me 'sweet'." She whispered, still slightly inebriated and silly so the whisper was louder than she probably intended.
He smirked at her and caught her eye, making her giggle shyly, "Oh yeah?" 
She nodded dramatically and he held her hand as she plopped into the back seat sideways, him standing in between her legs and she stared up at him demurely. She lazily motioned him to come down to her level and he grinned, leaning against the top of the car and moving his head in front of hers, their faces only a few inches from one another. Suddenly she leaned forward and Eddie thought his heart stopped.
Her soft, luscious lips pressed to his cheek and she hummed against him, pulling away with a quiet smacking sound. She looked up at his frozen face with one of drunken adoration. "Thank you Eddie. See you on Monday." She whispered, bringing her hand up to tug once on his guitar pick that hung on the chain around his next.
He gulped and mentally smacked himself back into action, "Y-yeah. M-monday." His voice cracked and he winced as he stepped away, shutting the door behind her after she settled in her seat. She leaned her forehead against the window and wiggled her fingers at him as Steve drove them away.
He was floating on a cloud while he watched the BMW drive away. Everything was hazy and his vision faded out and all he could feel was her searing kiss on his cheek. He brought his hand up to hold onto his guitar pick necklace and felt the residual warmth from her hand. It was like he had turned into smoke drifting around, just meandering wherever the wind blew him.
The heavy hand on his shoulder brought him back to himself and he looked over at Jeff in a daze. He was laughing and shaking his head, "You with me, man?"
Eddie blinked, "I swear, by all that is metal," he began dramatically, gathering his best dungeon master voice, "I will ask her out."
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Hey, Merms! 👋
You always do such a good job avoiding physical descriptions when writing the Y/N's, but lately I've been wondering: what kinds of clothes do you personally imagine them wearing? You once mentioned your "headcanons" for the kinds of perfume they might wear, and I thought that was super fun. Also, you always describe clothes so beautifully! The parts in something where Kenzo, Kihara, and Scribbles are going over the Hero Gala outfits are some of my favorites.
On that note, I'm especially curious about Scribbles' wardrobe, since Deku's poor fashion choices are always a point of major contention lol.
I love getting to play with clothing, in writing, because beyond just liking clothes, personally, narratively they serve such an important function in world/character-building. Clothes are so telling of a person! Which is why I find it so necessary to avoid it as much as humanly possible with a Y/N, unless there’s a narrative/meta reasoning for it (getting a new coat, scarf; being kitted out for a formal event. Indulging in high-end lingerie to showcase you do think about what you’re wearing, at least intimately, and thus giving you a reason to be judgemental of someone else’s poor tastes in fucking cargo pants). But okay, I’ll play. 👀 Putting everything under a cut, so those of our friends who don’t want the fun/fantasy of the Y/N they imagine ruined don’t have to see my subjective taste in fashion, LOL.
Let’s start off with my baby, Weedsy-woo.
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Weeds would wear a lot of natural fibres, like 100% linen pants or dresses, woollen tops for the cooler months. Weeds was raised by Granddad, so Weed’s style would be unconsciously conservative, (high necklines, for example) especially on days when Weeds is working in the shop (which is most days lmao). Granddad was a practical man, though! So even though there’d be a unintentional romanticism in Weed’s choices (a lot of flowy cuts in the dresses and skirts), they’re made knowing that Weeds has to stand or work in them, and that they need to be comfortable and be able to handle, idk, getting wet from dripping flower ends, be about to get dirty and easily washable. There’d be a lot of soft colours (beiges and pale rosy pinks, sage greens) with the occasional vibrant pop of colour (a fun print of fluro pink and yellow and orange, for example, on a top maybe; or the red coat Akane gifts Weeds for Christmas, the yellow scarf from Katsuki). Once Katsuki comes into the picture and has carved out his own permanent space, some of his jackets would start appearing slung over a shop chair, or wrapped around Weeds in the early morning hours of the freezing warehouses of the flower markets.
Okay though, let’s talk my troublemarker Scribbles.
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Scribbles is sloppy. Wide-leg men’s pants, fished out from a 200-yen bin at an op-shop. Old, well-worn band t-shirts that have given so much in slack they slip over the shoulder. A sarong from a little Bali-import store that Scribbles finds in Mum’s stuff, when Mum moves to New Zealand. Oversized mens shirts, fished out from that same op-shop, layered over crop tops and silky singlets. Scribbles would like cuts that show cleavage, because why spend good money on lingerie if you’re not going to show it off somehow?
But mostly, I don’t think Scribbles would really overthink things. Because Scribbles spends like, idk, 17 hours or something bent over a tablet/lightboard, trying to draw, the pieces Scribs wears have to be comfortable (cue the wide pants, the oversized shirts). Scribbles crawls out of bed at 8 am (after coming home at 4am), crawls into the first pair of pants that smell clean and then idk, a random top pulled from a basket, before throwing on on old painter’s overcoat, because the aircon can get kind of chilly. But because Scribbles is an artist (an artist raised by a model mother who adored fashion), Scribs has an unwitting eye for it—every piece in Scribble’s wardrobe can be mixed and matched. I’ve always, always, from day one imagined Scribbles to be the kind of Cool Girl that can make anything work, from sheer attitude alone, but I think the deck was stacked from the beginning for Scribs, too. I think it makes it doubly unfair that Scribbles is so mean about Deku’s choices LOL, because Scribbles just takes it for granted that of course people can dress well, so wtf is he doing with all those cheesy t-shirts? That kindergarten colour-blocking he has going on with the hero merch? Disgusting, pull yourself together, Deku.
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lunarsilkscreen · 3 months
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Loans, Stock, and Personal Wealth
If you are a famous Artist. Like Banksy or somebody. And you make a piece of Art, that art isn't worth anything.
Until an appraiser, comes along and says "it is worth 'x'". Or somebody offers to buy it. But it's not like Banksy created money from nothing, he still has to sell it.
When he sells it, that generates a taxable event. Another way to generate a taxable event, is for somebody else to trade a "certified Banksy piece" to another person, in lieu of cash. Like a bartering system.
Except, most small transactions, are "under the table" and thus not taxable. This includes gardeners trading vegetables for other food stuffs, or you pulling weeds for a sandwich. They're not taxable. Otherwise everybody would be taxed.
Same with a company. At start-up, a company is worth nothing, until it starts generating profit. --or-- somebody offers to purchase stock of the company, for partial ownership.
Those, aren't quite taxable until the stock is sold, because company stock isn't considered worth anything, except what somebody pays for it.
So while Bezos' stock is technically worth Billions, the question is; who would pay Bezos' billions of dollars for his share of the stock? Who even could? And even then; what restrictions are normal for stock ownership by the rules of his board members?
Sure he could take out a loan, but the banks pay taxes on the income they make from the loan. And they would only make such a loan were they certain it would be paid back.
Despite that; Bezos' base salary is reportedly around 90k as of 2022, with most of benefits and *value* coming to him as perks of job. (theoretically) there's not actually much public data on what "compensation" and "benefits" are when reported on. Just a number they depict.
It could be insurance, company car, on site amenities like food and private suite, company jet, and stipends for certain things.
And because of that; the company would be the one paying all the taxes on those benefits. It should be noted that many amenities and benefits are shared by other employees in the company (benefits of wholesale is it's cheaper)
And reporters count the cost for an individual person to pay for all those benefits, instead of reporting on the actual cost to the company itself. (And include all the beneficiaries, or other employees who also get those benefits. And what level do you have to be to receive them?)
It should be noted; that $90k divided by 12 months is 7500 a month, divided by 30 days is $250 a day divided by 40 hours a day is 6.25.
Meaning that if he *only* works 40 hours, he's making less than half of a typical Amazon employee.
That's still twice what I was making in the military. Working close to the same hours you'd expect to be working. (10-12 hours a day, most days) which is between 70 and 90. (More because travel means time away from home.)
However, Bezos' has like 20billion (reportedly) in $$ and personal assets. (Like cars and houses, and other *things*) so like, I'm not worried about Bezos' in any facet.
And it also depends on if he actually works those 80 hours, or if he's like most people and just on auto-pilot until there's a meeting or emergency.
And the local fast food restaurants (high-expense town) you can see about 12-15$ an hour. Which is about 1,920$ per month. But could you imagine if you worked 80 hours with all that overtime?
So if you're making more than 20k a year, you're doing pretty good.
But here's the problem; rent in this area costs more than you're making. And landlords don't like you to have a roommate to help split the cost. Which means you have to rent a place that allows roommates, or sleep in your car.
If it wasn't towed by your landlord.
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Twisted Wonderland Main Story Scattered Thoughts (Prologue Chapter 17-20)
Okay, so I lied yesterday. You know, like a liar. I really did want to do it first thing in the morning, but you know L I F E had other plans. Did a cool thing today, so that was fun! Now back to the TWST! Is Grim acting as bait? Monster is ready to commit a violence. No, Yuu you can’t be scared! You have a little thing I like to call “Main Character Shield” in which you are not allowed to die. Monster: Be gone, THO- Okay I’ll stop. OMG THE OG DUO MAGIC! Grim and Ace being a power duo, love to see it! Cauldron? Cauldron time? I love cauldron time, Deuce please! YES CAULDRON TIME! Deuce and Cauldron, the best duo ever, move over Ace! Grim, no, no starting up beef! Run run run run runrunrun… IT’S SO PRETTY! That stone is so pretty oh my gosh I want! Something heavier? Yeah, like, TWO cauldrons! YES YES YES HE ACTUALLY DID! CAULDRON SPAM! ALL THE CAULDRONS! Beautiful Deuce, beautiful. DON’T BE MEAN ACE! You could never appreciate the majesty of the cauldron! 
Battle! It pushed off all those cauldrons?! Wow, the dedication. I wonder why it wants the stone so bad? “Then it’s kill or be killed!” Dang Yuu! You know, it occurs to me Grim has been spamming magic left and right and hasn’t gotten a magestone yet… You good buddy? Your blot levels doing okay? Ah, the unlimited turn battle! Those, uh, scared me when I first saw them in an event. Oh, and being able to see the card details mid-battle. OH, I went through half of Phantom Bride not knowing that, it was such a surprise. Wait. Wait. WAIT HANG ON! You can see the enemies spells’ owners?! THIS WHOLE TIME?! I’m gonna cry, that’s a thing?! The strategies I could’ve had in room battles… I had no idea you could see who each spell belonged to. 1000 HP. A’ight, bet. Done. THEY LIVE! Good job sirs, it’s only gonna get worse from here! Aw, they’re so CUTE! Yuu: This smells like friendship. Ok, what is the deal with NRC being so afraid of the F word (friend)? Only Kalim and Silver seem to not be afraid of using the word towards anyone. Ooooo! Okay, so I just found out when you go back in the log for the main story you can hear the dialogue too! That’s nice! Ace considers friendship cliche, um Endless Halloween would like to know your location. Ace: Lessons were learned, et cetera. Heh. Oh my gosh, Grim have you eaten at all today? Black stone… IT WAS AN OVERBLOT MONSTER! I thought it was but the dudes never made that connection so I didn’t think so. I THINK SO AGAIN NOW! I wonder if that was the reason behind the magestone addiction. Someone, put a stone in front of the overblotters’ blot monsters. Oh wait. Oh no, Grim. No. Don’t do it. It smells good? Candy? CANDY? Don’t you dare compare candy to whatever that is. HE ATE IT NOOOOO! And thus starts his addiction to eating random black stones from off the ground. “Spit it out! Out! Bad cat!” I love Yuu, already such a cat owner! So Grim likes the taste of flowers? He should go out with Ruggie sometime so they can eat edible weeds together. Most humans. Emphasis on the most, I can think of at least one human at this school who would in fact eat random stuff they find on the floor. You know, I’m still curious if Riddle and Trey know what Ace and Deuce are doing. 
CROWLEY, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! Did they actually do it, bruh it was your idea! It’s giving Trey, it’s giving Trey. He was so ready for expulsion time. “And here I spent all evening preparing your expulsion documents” he sounds disappointed. Wow, again, what a headmage. Ace, you worked together. Suck it up, teamwork makes the dreamwork, accept it. Deuce, you too! …why’s he crying? Oh he’s really crying! “At his age” why would that age be. He’s still got ??? in his bio there. Wait, is he crying because he thinks they’re lying? HE’S CRYING BECAUSE OF TEAMWORK! OH MY GOSH! That’s hilarious, they’re teamwork moved him to tears, I love that. Join hands, boys, you have unlocked friendship! Ace asking the real questions, spill the age, headmage! Hang on, does the “beast” in Beastmaster Yuu also cover the NRC boys? Priceless. Great pride and big egos, ah lack of cooperation skills. Wait, do Kalim and Silver get included in this? I know Kalim’s admission was paid for, but Silver? I’m confused by them being at this school. OOOOOOHHHH, LET’S GO YUUUUUUU! Student time, student time! Shush Yuu, don’t remind him about the magic thing! Grim proved himself! Aww, good for him! Let’s go, Ramshackle Duo! Together they make a whole chaotic mess- I mean student. Aw, Grim’s so happy! The Janitor Era was so short lived. It was like, oh my gosh all of this happened in one day. YES PLEASE CROWLEY! Grim looks so wrong without the magestone, put it on him! “Too kind” impossible. Actually impossible. His little song! Yuu entering the Prefect Era. What… is a Prefect anyway? I read books with prefects, still don’t get the whole idea. Yuu’s Prefect now to them. My spellcheck doesn’t like the word prefect. Crowley, that was sus. Stop it with the child labor. Stop it, get some help. Like, adult help. THE GHOST CAMERA! No but “camera?” Yuu, you’re getting hung up on the wrong thing here. Okay, judging by the fact Crowley said “I would hardly consider them “super old””, implying he takes offense at the comment, the camera is from his era. That’s like when people call flip phones old in front of millennials. Hm, so like 100-150 years old then? Soul? Yes Deuce, that does sound sketchy, I agree. Memories with a capital M. Living pictures! “Soulbond” good question Yuu. Wicked…keen? I’m curious, why does Yuu need to take the pictures? What’s the reason? 
Oooooo, last Chapter! Oh wait wait wait! Okay, so at the end of every book the next dorm gets teased, right? Are they gonna tease Heartslabyul? Grim’s so happy! “Sentient pile of lint” Ace! That got a laugh out of me actually. Wait, do Ace and Deuce know that they share a room? “Those two seem like they’re made for each other” the most iconic TWST duo. Oh, I guess they’re not teasing it. Hm? OOOOOOO! AHHHHHH THE OPENING OP! OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH! I LOVE THAT OPENING SO MUCH! I was so shocked to see it, I’m grinning like an idiot YES! That thing single-handedly put TWST on my radar, it means a lot to me!
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And the Prologue is done! Yay! Now I get to start Book 1! Heartslabyul, here I come!
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PREESTABLISHED REFERENCE FOR JAEL.
I entirely get the urge of wanting to roleplay, expand our muses together, and this is my personal starting pack for Jael! If you’re hooked to one category but don’t think your muse can fit still HMU about it and I’ll see how we can work that out! REMINDER I HAVE A LOT OF THREADS. Like often a lot. Roleplaying is something that effortlessly really relaxes me, but I am still one human. I like to see all my threads through no matter how long the wait is and do my best ! Thus we might not be threading right off the bat depending on how much stuff I have, but everything established can get into asks, dash shenanigans, etc. What matters is that it shapes our characters. 🙏
MILITARY PEERS. Be it someone of the same rank, above or below, fellow militaries all have a particular bond by the fact that hey went through roughly the same thing, albeit it can go on the wild side. Be it from another country or from the same place, from being another soldier or the lady that gave food at lunch time, at some point you and Jael were in the same camp. This profile fits any muse who can fit an occupation into a military setting.
MISSION PEERS. Different from military peers, you didn’t necessarily know Jael while he was doing his everyday work, you two collaborated in action, be it to handle a hostage situation or launch an attack on a terrorist camp. Be it in the Middle East where he did earlier service or right in New York City where you had to juggle between politics and doing your duty, you were both on the same case and had to work your way through it. This profile fits any muse who has undergone military type of missions, they do not have to be officials; they can be mercenaries, criminals, anything goes.
BLACK OPS. At the peak of his career, Jael was part of the black operations. Nasty stuff with no records. See the ugly side of the nation, the whole world. A “good” soldier, he followed orders and did like everyone else his best to not be too emotionally scarred. However, as Jael became a branded traitor due to an inside machination from higher ups, several of his peers were killed and he found himself on the run. Whether your character also survived but think of Jael dead or you are still loyal to the army without having been betrayed, you two know what no one else do.  This profile fits muses who excels in what they do under military operations, they do not have to be officials; they ca nbe mercenaries, criminals, anything goes. It also targets characters who are in hiding with a convoluted lifestyle.
PAST FRIENDS. At some point in your life, you spent a consequent amount of time in Canada. There, you may have met a young farm boy who scraped his bleeding knees wounds on top of his knees wounds, or a tired young man who drank beers, played hockey and smoked weed with no idea where he was going. Maybe you went to the same secondary school. Although he had a lot of flaws, you befriended this person, maybe you were rivals through the sports team you were sharing or dated after meeting at the park you were both walking your dog at, with who you built youthful memories. This profile fits muses that range around 30+ years old who were at the time chummy enough to attract such a normie jock/slacker.
GIRLFRIENDS. Unlike dates that would be consider past friends, Jael had some serious girlfriends. That lasted several months, maybe even one or two years. They most likely broke up due to his insenstivity and immaturity, most likely your character became an adult while he stayed a kid the whole time. Still, you two spent so much time together, so many memories of young love, that it’s a unique bond that shaped how you both are. This profile fits female muses (or male muses before their transition) who range around 25+ years old. Mostly good-looking people who could handle such a normie like him to consider dating him.
ONE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Alcohol was most likely involved. Jael is casual when it comes to sex and your character has caught his fancy. You two spent the night together and… really, that was it. This profile fits female muses (or male muses before their transition) who are casual about sex and are quite open about it, with having, at least at the time, very feminine type of attire, most likely along the mainstream type.
PRISON BREAK. From being in the same gang in the caucasian corner of the yard to the guard he kept bugging when he was born, you were in a high security prison alongside John Smith, which was Jael fake name at the time. His chumminess, loyalty and muscular build helped him be on the good side of others despite the rougth environment. However, he was also known, like it or not, to participate in humiliating others who didn’t do the way they wanted, both sexually and physically to keep the jungle in control. If you ever talked, faught or just ate together, you witnessed John’s behaviour, and then, he broke out and was never seen again. This profile fits male muses who worked in a prison or were jailed.
FARM BOI. Jael grew up on the countryside in a numerous siblings family and like any of those, every mouth to feed at to pull their weight. You were involved in the market, be it as another farm or the kid of the trucker who took the bounty to the city. You saw Jael grow up (quite pathetically, to be honest…) alongside yourself and so many days spent together, although it was work, don’t go unnoticed. Atop of that, it’s always in those areas that town gossip and families pressure to find your future match too. This profile virtually fits any muse who worked actively with farmers.
DRINKING BUDS. He’s nearly 40 and is Canadian; Jael loves beer and will go to any pub that sells chips and nice a microbrewery drink. As a usual drinker yourself, patron gets to know patron, just by sight even, and sometimes exchange a drink or two, unbeknowst at times of the history of the other. This profile fits any muse who likes alcohol (most likely beer) and likes to hang out at common bars.
MISC.I’ll add more when I think of them! DO THROW ME YOUR IDEAS LET’S GO.
Like with any interaction, relationships are officially in the singleverse timeline if it is roleplayed to a minimum extensively. Looking forwards to write with you!
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tornrose24 · 7 months
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Random facts about my Welcome Home OC sisters Lily and Suzie:
-Lily-
-Her design was inspired by a family member’s child (and for privacy reasons that is all I am revealing).
-Hilariously, both her name and her sister’s name refer to the flower ‘Lily’ and their parents were NOT aware of this fact until it was too late. (Not even I was until awhile ago).
-She is about five or six.
-Her favorite colors are pink and blue.
-Her favorite activity is drawing.
-Her best friend is Nate, who is the nephew of Suzie’s friend.
-Is absolutely that only kid in class that has watched Rankin and Bass stop motion and Jim Henson’s Muppets, and not just current animated stuff.
-Is sort of a miracle child because her parents didn’t have children for years between the two sisters. She was born when Suzie was in high school.
-Wally’s nickname for her–‘little miracle’ is because of the circumstances of her birth but mostly because she was the very first viewer he could ACTUALLY see.
-Wally is her favorite WH character. Barnaby or Julie would be a close second.
-If Lily was on the set of Welcome Home during its heyday (supposing that it WAS real of course) she’d either be a lucky audience member or guest child who gets to interact with the characters.
-If she was a puppet, she'd be a very light shade of orange with a bubblegum pink nose.
-Her use of Suzie’s laptop is only limited to how to play episodes of WH. Since she’s still learning to read, she can’t do much else with it.
-Speaking of, she is one of those kids who WASN’T given CGI junk to be distracted with as a toddler. Suzie prevented that from happening.
-Suzie gave her access to the Welcome Home show episodes and helped her get to the website that has them.
-For some reason, Lily was able to be seen by Wally. Had she not responded or called out to him, he would have acted more like how he normally acts in canon towards the sisters.
-She serves as a reminder as to what Welcome Home was intended for to Wally and the others–a show meant for children.
-As seen in a previous drawing, she has been able to sneak Wally in his canonical-sized puppet form to the real world. She has also taken him to school but quickly stopped after he bit someone who tried to take him away from her.
-The only place in the world of Welcome Home that she hasn’t yet visited is Home itself. There’s a reason for that.
-Suzie-
-‘Suzie’ is actually short for her full name ‘Suzannah.’
-Suzie is about twenty/twenty-one.
-Attends a community college where she takes art classes
-Is trying to get a degree that can allow her to work in graphic design or illustrations
-Her dream job would be to either be an illustrator or set designer
-Is part of the campus’ LGBTQ plus club
-Identifies as bisexual and may have dated a girl for a few months during her first year of college.
-If I had a voice for her, it’d possibly be similar to Barrett Wilbert Weed (best known as Vernoica’s actor from the Heathers musical)
-Favorite colors are orange and blue.
–One of her favorite films is Labyrinth. The slight irony of that is not lost on her.
-As revealed in a previous ask, Suzie’s scar was due to a large bird attacking her on accident as a child. She is terrified of large birds because of this, and thus is terrified of Poppy.
-Found the Welcome Home website with episodes (which of course is not canon).
-Like her sister, Suzie favors Wally. Her second favorite character would be Frank or Sally.
-If Suzie was on the set of Welcome Home during its heyday (supposing that it WAS real of course) and worked there, she would be either a set designer or would do art for promotional material. She’s not a good enough character actor to actually voice one of the puppets.
If Suzie was a puppet, she would be a very light shade of orange with a dark pink nose. She would also keep her scar.
-Suzie does find Wally ‘somewhat cute’ but wouldn’t act on anything given that it's genuinely hard to tell what his preferences are. (This is partly because I don’t think it’s entirely confirmed if Wally has any preferences or is asexual just yet as of writing this.)
-Fulfilled the ‘let Wally see by drawing his eyes’ by doodling him.
-It wasn’t shown yet, but she found out that Welcome Home wasn’t exactly a real show after she did a bit more research on it and found little to nothing about it.
-Doesn’t find Wally’s infamous wide-eyed-fourth wall breaking stare creepy. She’s more annoyed by it.
-Wally’s nickname for her would be ‘pretty angel.’ Whether it is a friendly nickname or something ‘a bit more’ hasn’t been decided yet.
-I think that–in addition to her being a good sister and a fellow artist–the fact that she’s assertive and not willing to put up with any B.S. after find out the truth is what makes her interesting to Wally. (Though the fact that he was slightly tricking her up until she found out didn’t help win her over).
-In this AU, Wally is probably about 5 foot 5/6 (not counting his pompadour), so if he was the ‘canonical human size’ then he’d be an inch or two shorter than Suzie.
-Had she did any responses to Wally during an episode and he spoke to her before Lily, it’s likely things would not have gone down well.
-Had she been exposed to OUR version of the Welcome Home website, it’s doubtful she would have let her sister near it.
-While it was a creepy coincidence since I came up with it BEFORE the July 2023 update, the blue flower in her hair for her WH world attire doubles as an important easter egg. Can you guess what it is?
-Like her sister, while she has been able to visit the world of Welcome Home (and stayed far from Poppy’s home for reasons stated already) she has yet to visit Home itself. There is a reason for that.
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meatybear2009 · 10 months
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So there's this adventure time episode where one of the ice kings penguins is reviled to be the most evil being in all of Ooo, and it transforms into Orgalog and gose into space to do evil, and the justification for this is open door philosophy. Anyway I hc this as Jake's aproch to life and why he is never resentful to fin for draging him off on life threatening adventures. Back to the topic, open door philosophy is as fin says, cool. But the show imediatly follows up with how it can be a bad thing. Orgalog says yes to evil because the option is presented. And than at the end of the episode when fin and his dad's ark ends we see a example of it being a good thing. We watch marten who up to thus point floats along and drifting around, say yes to a huge thing. But he gives up the huge list of earthly things that were just listed. I like the contradiction that this points out in open door philosophy. In order to say yes to something you say no to something else.
Examples of this include chose gose humiliating fin with lady armor leading to fin finding his mom. Armor episode-old sword breaking-not trusting chose ghose with a sword-geting sword-susen getting almost killed and the creation of grass fin, pb using the spaceship Susan summons to find the island-fin meets his mom. This is a seris of people saying yes to things but no to others, and it all works out through coincidence.
A example of this from real life is me saying yes to unloading a extra truck and ot pay-makeing friends with the truck driver-saying yes to trying the chocolate covered cinnamon gummie bears-and now I have a new type of candy I like😁
But saying yes to everything can also be bad, like saying yes to going on a date with the guy from the Landry mat who smelt like he pooped his pants. Or like Orgalog saying yes to be evil.
So is the message to find balance, to be less afraid of exploring life but to still stay within reason of well doing bad or dangerous stuff.
Anyway I like Jake, he's chill, has passions, cares for people, is reviled to worry about the people he takes care of but is calm about it, idk I like Jake, I could smoke weed with him irl.
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TELL ME ABOUT THIS NEW OC, MY FRIEND-
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ok so, the Eddie Munson Brainrot has a stranglehold on all my shit. so i binged the entire fuckin show thus far in like, a week, so i'm still rewatching and going through and fine tuning shit but BASICALLY
Dee Davis, her real name is Dawn but she hates that name, so she just goes by Dee. it's a pretty name, and all, but it's not really HER, you know? (definitely not projecting with my own first name woes lmfao) she's a military brat via her dad, and moves to Hawkins the summer before the events of s1, after her parents divorce. Her mom decided to settle in Indianapolis, and her older brother, who's basically her only close friend, decides to stay with mom, while she stays with dad. Luckily they're close enough to see each other on holidays, but starting a new school without him is gonna be WEIRD.
she's pretty used to the constant moving, and never staying around long enough to make lasting friends, so she tends to stick to herself, burying herself in books and her own writing and drawing, especially now that Danny(older brother) isn't around anymore. she's a complete loner, for the most part, not really making any close friends. she's semi-close with Eddie, since she buys weed from him, but it's not like they hang out outside of drug transactions. (she does tease him a lot about being a gremlin and they both dog on each other's music taste too lol) she's also kind of a delinquent type, sort of a byproduct of being close to her older brother who's a huge troublemaker, but unlike him she's way better at not getting caught. she's really good at breaking and entering, lockpicking, and she can fight surprisingly well for a teenage girl who stands at around 5'1".
she doesn't really become a Plot Relevant OC until around s3 when she gets a summer job at Imperial Panda in the Starcourt Mall, and overhears Dustin, Steve, and Robin talking about the Russian transmissions(i'm toying with the idea of her finding out while Steve's deducing the tune from the rocking horse, since she's inside a nearby store. definitely not having broken in and stealing stuff. she would NEVER) and she decides to poke in and be nosy, and ends up getting caught up in the Fuckshit of the Russian base then.
like i said, i'm still working on stuff for her, but this is stuff i have down so far!
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Bong of the Dead (2011)
Film review #540
Director: Thomas Newman
SYNOPSIS: A meteor shower that strikes the Earth has the effect of turning everyone in to zombies and thus causing an apocalypse. A few months after this, two stoners, Tommy and Edwin, discover that the zombies can be used as fertiliser to create super powerful weed. With this in mind, and their weed stocks running low, they decide to travel to the zombie infested areas to get more of their fertiliser, but on the way, they run into a young woman surviving on her own...
THOUGHTS/ANALYSIS: Bong of the Dead is a 2011 film written, produced and edited by Thomas Newman. The film opens up meteors falling to Earth, one of which lands in a man’s garden, who starts to transform into a zombie. This opening scene is played with no dialogue, as we slowly see this man transform into a zombie, along with his wife. This opening scene is fairly clever, using no dialogue, and just showing the man’s transformation using plenty of visual effects. The way his wife is shown to be as much of a zombie as he is when she’s just sitting watching TV is quite clever, and the ending shot of them sitting on the sofa casually picking out each others organs and eating them is such a well executed shot thanks to all the gore and practical effects, and its certainly not what you would expect from a low budget film called Bong of the Dead.
When we get into the film proper, we see something a bit more of what we expect to see: a few months after the meteors have caused a zombie apocalypse and wiped out society (supposedly, we don’t really see anything of it), two stoners, Tommy and Edwin are hiding out in their apartment, when Edwin shows Tommy he has found a way to turn the zombies into fertiliser that can grow super strong weed, they decide to brave going outside into the infected zones to make some more of this weed. Along the way, their car breaks down and thy meet Leah, a mechanic who helps them fix it. I think the film can be easily split into it’s good and bad points: the story is very typical and threadbare, and just consists predictably of a lot of weed smoking and occasional zombies. There’s a villain who appears in two separate scenes, but he doesn’t really have much of a role. The rest of the film is just scenes of empty dialogue that exist probably just to extend the run time. Speaking of which, the film stretches to nearly one hundred minutes, which is way too long for this sort of film. As always, I try not to be too harsh on low budget films like this made mostly by just one person, and try to judge a film based on what it tries to achieve with what it has, but the script definitely needed some help with regards to pacing, content, and just simple cuts. We also get an end credits scene that sets up for a sequel that, unsurprisingly, never came. Why do so many of these low budget films love to set up for a sequel that they never make?
On the positive side, the film’s gore is really good and creative: the practical effects are flowing with flesh and blood, and even in close-ups, it looks pretty convincing. The action scenes where the zombies are getting sliced up look great, and there’s so much blood and gore that covers everyone it’s quite impressive, and gives a real authenticity to proceedings. Apart from this though, the rest of the production is more obviously limited by the budget and being a mostly one man operation, with fairly obvious greenscreens, and a lot of scenes being shot in someone’s house. Even though the camerawork and framing feels like it could have been better, for one person with a camcorder, it’s fine. Overall, for an almost one-man production, Bong of the Dead does some things better than you would expect: the practical effects are good, and there’s some effort put in to throwing about as much blood and gore as possible in some scenes. This is counterbalanced in the story not having anything special outside of typical stoner humour and zombie apocalypse stuff, and an overly long runtime dilute the positives, so we’re left with a fairly typical film that does what you expect. nevertheless, credit where it is due to Thomas Newman for pulling this off almost entirely by himself.
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luntica · 1 year
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I process best when I write it out, so here was my trip to Paradise Valley Hospital.
It was like 3 am by the time we were seen into the er, the waiting room was nice enough, if very prison like. No fault of the people there I'm sure.
But the actual back was small, crowded, odviously under funded, odviously doing the best they can. The rooms were fitted with doors made of fire board of some sort, tape and plastic, held closed by velcro strip. A couple blood drops on the floor, Quentin unable to ignore it, kyr helping keep us calm as our eye's are checking everything. The sink didn't work, storage stuff filled the space, bed old and fitted with a sheet barely hanging on to it. They almost didn't let kyr in with me, but kyr is a much my care taker as partner these days and the guy was to tired to argue.
When we got seen, the nurses worked as quickly and well as they could, no complaint. Told them "rat bite but it's an allergic reaction" they awed at the bite and went about their jobs. One doc came in, we told him the same he left, another came in told him the same, he left. The lab guy came, took 3 weird bottles, and like 5 other vials, normal I think, since you know it could be anything, but they'll try allergy treatment first, it's just in case. A new drop was added to the floor, Quentin locks front and leaves.
eventually got given tylenol and a proxac or something. I wasn't really given a chance to process the different meds here named off to give me for my anxiety. (Melt downs and panic attacks but the unfortunate fawn way that I do, aka crying silently and waiting for numbness to take over) eventually I was given a room upstairs, wheeled in. Blankets, pillow and the gown. After the doctor who ripped one off me before, I preferred to stay in my clothing.
Not long until someone comes and puts the iv in. Confusion if it happened in the er or in the room. Small, sink by the door, folded wall thing keeping another room separate. Tolet in the back, window next to that. The hospital bed sits slightly off a wall because weird shelves are in the way of it being snug on the wall.
There I was occasionally visited by nurses who check the bag, my vitals, or add another bag. Kyr would only leave once I was asleep when they visited because we know I would full meltdown if they didn't.
I'd wake, try to stay calm, panic, cry, sleep. Occasionally during this cycle a nurse would come. I would explain I needed allergy and mental health care. They would say they told the doctor. They would leave. The cycle continued.
They said the doc visited twice, I only remember seeing her once, where she said she met me. I don't remember her, but I can't say she's lying. I have DID and trauma amnesia. I was freaking out, that's trauma, thus memory block.
Every time we tried to eat my thoughts filled with thoughts that it was poison. I knew the food wasn't poisoned, but I couldn't argue that the doctor wasn't blatantly ignoring me and was putting an oddly large amount of antibiotics into me.
I took pictures of the iv bags and sent it to kyr, and when they visited they asked the nurses directly. 3 different types of antibacterial. They were also giving me the normal fluids and one for my lack of eating. (Almost like I didn't have an appetite)
My mouth still has a slight taste to it that makes me feel so wrong.
Im pretty sure my whole microbiome in my body is dead.
My alters with trauma from isolation punishments were hugging scout like they would die if they didn't. Begging to not be in a place like that again.
Why was I and what was legally my caretaker at the time ignored?
Is it cause I disclosed I use weed? In California I think not.
Is it im trans? Or autistic? Or do they just treat everyone like that?
All I know is, we watched brave and cried and are doing everything to not let this fester.
My hand reduced in swelling, at about the rate as if I had never come in. I have those welts from the medical tape that seems to be common among eds sufferers. And two iv holes that hurt more to have in than the swollen hand.
/God bless America/ am I right?
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hanleclair · 1 year
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Shaking My Sanity 4 - Old Fashion Ass-Whooping
It was 8:00pm on a Saturday night and I was behind the bar which meant the soft gray cotton of my work t-shirt is sticking to my skin with damp sweat and I probably have about five drinks to make. My co-worker Brenda and I were doing our classic dance of side-stepping and swerving around each other behind the bar, dodging bottles and ducking down to do dishes. 
“I’m just warning you I had to pound a Red-Bull and shit always goes down when I’m hyped up on this stuff” Brenda said to me slyly, smirking gently and I laughed at her because this is the same girl that goes outside to smoke weed so she “can concentrate” while she works. “Okay Brenda I’m ready for it” quickly forgetting it as a Brenda quip. Not even fifteen minutes later a heavily bleached yellowy-blonde hair white woman with a MAGA hat, chapped and chunky bright red lipstick dying for hydration, and a sweatshirt comparing Donald Trump to God is all I needed to see for my eyes to practically roll so far back it hurt my eyeballs. Struggling to not judge a seemingly very obvious book by its comically stereotypical cover, I smile and ask her if she’d like to see a menu,
“Um yeah I guess so.” MAGA lady says to me her eyes darting around, as if this was somehow a weird question I was asking her. I handed her the laminated sheet giving her a smile slightly less meaningful and went about the routine of bartending. Hearing the crunching alarm of drink orders spitting out of the receipt printer, grabbing a frosted glass as the cold sticks dryly to my fingers, eyes dancing to find the right draft to pull the handle tilt the glass, gracefully rocking it up at just the right moment for the milky foam to float just at the top, I was having fun and in the groove until my peace is interrupted by someone who does not know their inside voice saying how Donald Trump is going to win in a land slide no question. Looking up I see, it is as expected, MAGA lady, so I internally screamed and walked over and asked her if she wanted a refill on her drink. Brenda had been serving her thus far so I didn’t know her drink order, she looked at her cup, swirling around her straw, and goes yeah I guess so with a whisper of a slur on her lips. She wants an Old Fashion with well whiskey. A tad bizarre and a red flag to use well whiskey in a drink where that’s the main component but who am I to judge? 
I looked over about fifteen minutes later and her head was down on the bar way too hammered to drive. The people she had met offered to take her home and Brenda went out with them to help. Brenda came back quickly with her eyebrows furled and just rage radiating from her and I knew she had a story to tell. 
“I was trying to shove her fat ass up into the truck when she came to, yelled at me to get the fuck off of her and shoved me back into a car. So I got up pushed her fucking drunk ass into a fucking puddle and told them to get her the fuck outta here!” 
Brenda told this story angrily, but nonchalantly like it was not big deal at all. I guess this is just Red Bull Brenda.
•We were later called by MAGA ladies husband who said their ten year old daughter had called the police because her mom was supposed to be there when she got home at 3pm and she was worried her mom was dead or missing. She was just out drinking. 
Old Fashion 
•2 oz of Black Velvet Whiskey 
•2 Dash of Aromatic Cocktail Bitters
•Dash of granulated sugar 
•1 cherry
•1 orange slice 
•Start by adding the cherry, orange, and sugar into a glass cup and muddle thoroughly. Fill glass with ice and pour in the whiskey. Add your bitters, then mix with a spoon for 15 stirs (Whiskey and Bourbons are mostly stirred, rarely shaken). Serve and hope your patron is not neglecting their child. 
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rourhksapocolypse · 2 years
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Welp, after about two years in Colorado Springs, I am going to move back home with my mom.
I am, of course, going to pay rent, but it's going to be cheaper than here, and...
Confession? I am a white boy, in a black/phillipino household at the moment, and while they have been welcoming, the city life here without someone who understands my roots as a Special Needs person who grew up in a small christian town/community.
the nice older lady I currently live with smokes weed (which I once experimented with but chose to leave it at that, unlike her near daily and probable medicinal use) and grew up in a strict christian home - the kind you expect some Catholic School kids might have horror stories of, because her parents lied to her and (to my recollection) she is not currently Christian.
I have nothing against this lifestyle, but the way she surrounds herself with angry shouty reality TV drama is not the way I was raised, and it's not the life I want to surround myself with.
She is city folk with a child and grandchild who grew up in the city, with a bunch of black friends - and they have a culture separate from the sub-urban/rural Colorado (with flavors of Maryland and Indiana) that I grew up with, such as Kitchen Rules (which I've already forgotten half of).
Back home, the big rule is: You make a Mess, you Clean it Up. And the kitchen is basically also the dining room / social area.
As opposed to, like, You Must Wash Your Hands Before you touch food, before you enter the Kitchen, do not interfere with another man's food (understable, but leaving food out at home was an invitation for it to either go bad or get stolen. Leaving it out here, means YOU DON'T TOUCH IT IF IT'S NOT YOURS. No being nice and putting it away, no coming to close to enjoy the aroma, no interfering with The Cook.)
Even if we ignore how The Nice Lady's grandaughter is a total brat - scream-crying if she doesn't get her way, said brat's mother shouting at her to stop, but doing little else, the inconsistent times it comes up - it's... just not the atmosphere I want...
And I'm lazy. I want to be a short walk from a tasty bar and a delicious Asian place, rather than spending gas money. I want my mother there to give me advice - where I know she has the knowledge, the skill, the availability. And it's a lot easier to do that when you can see her, walk up to her, rather than playing the "Is she asleep? Talking to her Girlfriends? Etc" game.
So.
I'm beginning the head home process, and while I certainly can go to the 21st without packing, it's easier to do it with mom before school and thus her work starts up again before she has company.
which means packing. in a week.
certainly possible, but most of my dermination and drive have been recently spent on finishing Echoes ch1, beginning ch2, and fleshing out the series. While pining over doing Master Chief stuff in Star Wars. Because Stomtroopers will not expect enemies dropping from orbit without a ship, but how often does that really come up?
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fidelmehra · 2 years
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Do not judge others for their choices. Be free. Live and let live.
Our fear makes us do strange things, as a culture, as a society that follows law, we sometimes look down upon other humans as ‘criminals’ etc. While it is true that law serves, helps ‘normal’ people breathe easy by creating the necessary order to keep in check our animal self. However not all things that a human being does falls under ‘crime’. Something that is considered illegal or criminal could have a potential to change the world. I am talking specifically in terms of our perceptions about drugs. Big Pharma, the biggest cartel on planet is poisoning everyone and becoming richer by the minute. Yet this whole business is considered legal. Weed/Marijuana/Charas that actually have potential to cure and heal human beings of cancer, from psychosis, from pain are considered illegal. I am not saying that pharmaceutical medicines do not offer immediate relief, they do but they force the bodily juices out to do so. Thus leaving you more in trouble and complexities then you were before. USA is now slowly legalising weed all across the country. Canada already did. Just a little while back mere possession of weed was criminal and millions of people were fined, arrested, jailed for the same.
There are still thousands of people in jails for such petty crimes. While these people were just looking to use energy provided by nature to relieve themselves.Just like you use your drugs from pharma. Changing perceptions about something means that what the government wants masses to believe is often driven by money. If money can be made from something, it is legal. Even if it means your death, your cancer or your pain. The governments do not care. The real problem however exists in our own mind, our own fears and perceptions and our tendencies to feel secure from ‘criminals’. While these guys are simply using plants and selling plants, pure nature. It pains me to see our divided self wants to punish others while supposedly enjoying ‘freedom’ in what the government offers. What have you attained with such perceptions.
Please understand human beings are free, human beings should be free for their choices. Weed/Charas should be legal not only to offer relief to people but also to offer them better and cleaner stuff. To route out real criminals who ‘lace’ plants and sell that poison to the average casual smoker/consumer of weed. What is to be done about this? Nothing. Just an openness to embrace other human beings and their choices. Sadly our country just copies the western world and their models, while Ganja was always legal in India and was always consumed for relief. All human beings in jail for selling and consuming ‘Ganja’ should be released with immediate effect. And if they have committed other crimes they should remain in jail or be punished appropriately. But simple possession of something for oneself is a ‘crime’? Oh humanity!! how can you be so stupid? We want freedom for ourselves by forcing and punishing other’s for their freedom? A divided world. We need to realise the oneness and identify the real criminals destroying the world. Rise up my friends, be vocal, take your life in your hands. Do not judge others for their choices. Be free. Live and let live.
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trashydm · 2 years
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YEAR 1 SPRING 1 of 13
Dear gods Rowena! These people of yours! I’ve been here not even a week and I already understand why you must have left. I was taking my time trying to create some semblance of organization in this cottage when an old woman rushed into the shop. Not so much as a knock! And the yelling! Yelling about how she needed service RIGHT THIS INSTANT. And what do you think her issue was, Rowena? Give it a guess. A CUT! From a kitchen accident! Does this village not have a clinic? Why on earth was she seeking a witches help for a simple cut?! I asked her as much, which she did not take kindly to.
PATIENT
The Widow Adelaide I believe was her name. She made sure I knew she was a widow, not some sort of spinster. As if I could judge, not that I said that to her. She said she was preparing some kind of meal to deliver when her knife slipped. She was rather nosy. Asking where I studied to be a witch because I was nothing like you at all. Of course, I lied about everything. How dare she question me! She’s the one who came to WITCH for a cut!
SYMPTOMS
Small cut on the left hand, moderate amount of bleeding, no sign of possible infection. Does nosiness count as a symptom Rowena? Or perhaps mother-henning?
DIAGNOSIS
Of course, it was just a simple cut!
TREATMENT
I stitched up the wound, luckily I DO have some practice in that, though only on myself. I’m not the best and it’ll definitely scar but serves her right for being so rude! After I was finished, she demanded more Rowena! She simply HAD to have some kind of remedy. Anything less just wouldn’t do.
Now with your notes this would have been easy enough, but with cupboards completely empty of anything save a mortar, pestle, alembic, and a small cauldron (thanks for that by the way Rowena), I had to go foraging for ingredients.
So off to the Moonbreaker Mountains I went. I found the first ingredient almost as soon as I arrived. Hiker’s Helper you call it, and the stuff grows like a weed everywhere in those mountains. After collecting all I thought I needed, I started to head towards the Hollow for the rest when what should happen? I WAS CHASED BY A GOAT ROWENA! FOR AN HOUR! IT CHASED ME THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS FOR AN HOUR ROWENA! I could die from embarrassment. And it STOLE my ingredients! The bastard could have gotten his own from anywhere he wanted but NOO! He had to steal MINE!
Thankfully no one saw me. Or at least I didn’t see anyone. I dragged my sorry ass over to the nearest tree line to grab MORE Hiker’s Helper, quickly shoved it as far into my pack as I could and high-tailed it to the Hollow as fast as I possible could.
I think I’d like to avoid the Hero’s Hollow as much as I can. It’s dark, it’s dank, and it’s far too dangerous for someone like me. Unfortunately for me, I had to head deep enough in to find Hermit Snail shells. Less unfortunate for me, I found a very odd device while looking for snails. It was hidden behind some rocks. Whether it was purposely left there or lost on accident I don’t know, and it DOES appear to be broken. But I’m sure I can find a smith or artisan who can fix it. And then maybe it’ll be worth some gold. It looks fancy enough. A small circular case with a broken chain. And some kind of mechanism. I think it is meant to open? But I couldn’t figure out how.
And even better! There was a shell close by where I found the thing! Perhaps it’s some kind of luck charm? And it was even big enough for me to make a decently sized batch of remedy for the old hag.
When I FINALLY made it back to the cottage, I found the old woman snooping!! She was looking through our things! The gall of that woman! She thinks just because her spouse died, she can do whatever she pleases. I made sure she knew I caught her doing it too! And she didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. She even told me I needed to clean up! If I really was a witch I would have cursed her.
Now Rowena, remember I am not a witch. And thus I need more instruction as to how these remedies are actually made. You’ve said these things need to be boiled, but for how long? In what order? With only water? These are the kind of things you need to write down Rowena. You simply must. For today I’m going to go by trial and error. If the old crone loses her hand, oh well.
Potion Steps:
Strip outer layer off Hiker’s Helper leaves.
Fill cauldron with some water (maybe 2 cups?)
Light fire and wait for cauldron to boil.
Add in leaves and shells.
Boil until water turns a greenish grey colour.
Allow to cool and store in glass bottle. Makes two bottles.
I told the Hag she needed to soak her bandage in the “remedy” before covering her cut to prevent infection. She took it from me without so much as a thank you and when I asked for payment, she gave me 20 silver. I will most definitely find a way to curse that woman.
Anyway, next order of business is getting that garden plot up and going. Maybe some kind of pond as well the avoid the Hollow. I think I’ll raise snails.
Wish me luck
-Constance
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