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veenxys · 1 year

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「Haikyuu boys as your virtual friends」

⤷ Bokuto

he’s the best friend anyone could ever have; he’s always the first to text you good morning - completely ignoring the fact that he’s sent you over twenty tiktoks or cute pictures overnight - and always says something cute like “you’re truly amazing,” “i love you so much!! have an amazing day my beautiful” with a lot of cute emojis. he always responds quickly and is always available for you; loves making calls at random times to see how you are or what you are doing, but mostly loves at night where you tell each other about everything that happened in your day and anything that comes to mind. he loves your voice and could spend all day listening to it. he also saves all the photos you send and saves it in a special folder on his phone to always look at when it misses you. he sends you gifts quite often, trying to show all of his love for you through little things you mentioned that you thought were cool or that he saw on the street and remembered you.

⤷ Kuroo

he can’t go a single day without talking to you. he is such a great listener and loves to give you advice and listen to you; he loves to know that he is now part of your life. he is also very thoughtful and playful; always asking if you’re alright, if you’re taking care of yourself. he’s also very playful and fun; always making some funny or sarcastic comment with anything just to make you smile, even just a little bit. he don’t pressure you, but he loves it when you send pictures or videos or audios. he also expects you to feel comfortable and open up to him in your own time; but always making it clear that he will never judge you or laugh at you. he is also very supportive and always supports you in all your dreams and ideas. he loves to facetime with you and talk for hours or just feel your presence while he does his own thing. he doesn’t admit it, but he’s jealous of your friends.

⤷ Atsumu

he is very affectionate and kind to you; which makes you create high relationship expectations. he always sends pictures or videos of what he’s doing, and it’s often something cute or funny or a picture of him in the mirror after a workout/after leaving the gym. he also loves to hear your voice and loves to call you - mostly facetime where he can flirt and play with you freely and smile at your cute reaction - and surprised (in a good way) when you flirt back - he makes playlists for you and reads the books you love most only to find little parts of you on the pages. he also sends you cute and unexpected gifts with a handmade letter that always makes you melt and fall in love with him even more. lots of inside jokes and pranks that no one would understand; as if the two of you created a special little world where love and joy reign.

⤷ Osamu

he always smiles embarrassed and even passionate when you send him something cute or just a picture of you; he’s completely surrendered to you and can’t show it too much at first, so he always sends you a heart emoji or something when really he wants to scream for everyone to hear how beautiful and amazing you are. he always sends you funny or cute animal videos, memes and recipes he sees on the internet and says “i’ll make this for you when we meet”. loves planning a future with you, even though you’re just friends, he can’t imagine his life without you anymore. he cares a lot about you and always knows when you are sad or angry, and he is always more than ready to listen to you and help you with whatever is needed. he loves to tell you gossip about his brother or his friends and he loves it when you tell him too; he always has to get away from his friends because he just can’t stop smiling or laughing.

⤷ Oikawa

he’s the kind of friend who loves to facetime with you, but he always puts his image as the biggest and keeps looking at him while you talk about anything. despite this, he is a great friend who is always with you, regardless of the situation. he loves teasing you and playing with you, but he also knows when to be kind and respectful. pretend not to, but smile silly and love it when you send him a picture or video, or just call him. at night, he is imagining you; what are you doing, how are you doing or what it would be like to be holding you right now. he is so attached to you that he no longer knows to see a life where you are not.

⤷ Nishinoya

he loves planning every detail of how the two of you are going to meet, how it’s going to happen, and where you’re going to see each other. he loves to imagine hugging you or just having you around, it’s one of his biggest dreams that he can’t get out of his mind. whenever you post a photo, he is the first to comment; it’s mostly just nonsense and hysterical screaming and emojis, he also loves using giant copypastes about how beautiful you are. pictures of you always have 30+ comments just of him praising you. you don’t know, but he also puts your pictures as wallpaper because looking at you always makes him happier. loves to call you and doesn’t mind if you spend all day talking, when you hang up he always gets upset because he wants to talk more and more with you, even if he doesn’t have anything else to talk about.

⤷ Kenma

he is shy at first but starts to get carried away after a while because he really likes you. he likes to send you random memes and videos that he knows you will like and he feels a slight heat build up in his chest and cheeks when you laugh or say something cute to him. he also buys you games so the two of you can play together and he loves that; the intimacy you share in the middle of the night. he likes to sleep on call with you; something like knowing you’re close to him even when you’re far away makes him feel calm and less alone. he doesn’t say, but he can’t stop thinking about you or what it would be like to finally see you in person, what it would be like to be able to hold you and have you by his side.

⤷ Suna

he’s the best friend and listener you can imagine, but he’s not used to sharing much of his life with you; he’s reserved at first, but after a while he starts to open up and tell things about his past or about his family and friends; when you listen with excitement and show him that you love to hear him, he feels a warm feeling rising in his chest and a smile growing on his lips because he realizes he can tell you everything, just as you tell him everything. he also tries to participate and find out more about your interests; read your favorite books, watch the movies or series you love so much and listen to your favorite song and artists. he loves talking about these things with you because he thinks it’s beautiful the way you talk with so much excitement and love. whenever you are alone at home, he calls you to keep you company; even if you don’t want to talk or have something important to do, he just stays on the other side of the line, letting you know he’s there, and you’re not alone.

⤷ Sakusa

you are the only person he trusts and likes to tell you things because he knows you don’t judge him and he feels extremely honored and grateful to have met you and to do the same for you as a thank you. he won’t admit it, but he always does his best to make you smile; sending random memes that he doesn’t think is funny but he knows you do, and even sending him pictures of himself because he knows you like. he also likes to send you gifts; books, letters, matching necklaces or bracelets and things he know you’ll love. when you send him a picture of you, he stops for a second and just admires you; he knows every detail of you by heart and always looks at your pictures with his eyes shining, when he locks his phone and puts it away, he realizes he’s smiling like a fool.

⤷ Hinata

if he could, he would talk to you all day. his heart warms a lot when he thinks that even far away, he has someone who understands him, who loves and respects him the way he is, and he tries to show all his gratitude for you through photos of him making heart or videos where he shows you where he is or what he is doing and saying at the end “i love you, take care” and even cute gifts he sends you - but he is anxious and often ends up telling you what the gift is - he introduces you and shows you to all his friends because he loves you very much and wants you to feel closer to him; even his mother and sister know you and love you too. he really plans to see you in person one day and can’t wait for you to see him play one day.

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nikadd · 2 months

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Not you talking about biphobia and then saying "bi women who date men are hot and lesbians couldn't even have them if they were single"most ugly women that I have seen were straight/bi and the hottest ones were lesbians

damn, way to misread what i said. i usually wouldn’t grace such misreading w my attention, but i guess i should here bc i hate being misunderstood.

i’m assuming you’re referring to this:

“like i’m so tired of ppl online being “heartbroken” over a hot woman (bonus points if she “looks” gay) being w a man - as if you ever had a chance w her if she was single!”

now, let’s break this down:

ppl - people within the context of the entire paragraph and this sentence, yes im talking mostly abt queer women, that including both bi women and lesbians and other microlabels. not just lesbians. in fact, in my entire post i always mean all kinds of queer women.

heartbroken - having a reaction of sadness/disappointment. put quotation marks around it to express my own frustration with the framing of the reaction.

hot woman - i’m guessing this is kinda the epicenter of your issue. what i mean by hot here is who the queer women in question are attracted to. i’m not saying that they are not attractive as well, i just mean that the woman im talking abt is attractive to the ppl having the heartbroken reaction.

bonus points if she “looks” gay - whatever this means to the ppl who see her w regards to current and past trends of looking gay so to speak. short hair/undercut/buzzcut, eyebrow slit, nose piercing, handmade earrings, some kind of alternative styling. basically anything someone could make a tiktok abt wearing and saying “why would ppl assume im straight if i look like THIS?”

being w a man - self-explanatory.

as if you ever had a chance w her if she was single! - this is another part of the sentence where i’m afraid you’ve misunderstood what i meant. ok, so obv i used a hyperbole to emphasize, but what i specifically mean here is that this behavior (expressing heartbreak over somebody being with a man when you expected them to be with a woman/single) is weird and invasive and offputting and unattractive, bc it just sounds like they wish this woman was available to them, and since she’s not, it’s her fault. it sounds like a guy in a teen comedy going “this hot girl is with a stupid ugly jock when she could be with ME” kind of plot, but bc it’s a woman saying it, it’s somehow not seen as weird.

i guess i could have clarified, but the rest of my rant had to w my frustration to reactions/expressions/behaviors, so i didn’t think what im saying might be influenced by the implication of somebody being hot or not.

i guess i could also bring some examples:

natasha lyonne - an icon for queer women, was/is w a man for the longest time. you can find ppl’s surprise and heartbreak and frustration with this fact anywhere on the internet.

the cast of bottoms - when the film came out, a lot of ppl were talking abt both ayo edebiri’s and ruby cruz’s boyfriends with a very strong sense of betrayal. i think being frustrated that a lesbian character isn’t played by a lesbian is understandable, but the way ppl were reacting felt like they were actively being hurt by their celebrity crush not dating a woman.

using the word “partner” - the frustration with ppl using a gender neutral term for their significant other and then it not being somebody of the same gender. some ppl simply prefer the term over boyfriend/girlfriend, some are not strictly cisgender even if they present in ways that ppl might assume they are, some ppl actually do like the gender neutral part of it and use it as a way of allyship to not give too much information when it’s unnecessary. in general, the term is more often used to protect ppl from homophobia by divorcing it from the implication that partner necessarily means a partner of the same gender, but ppl are too used to assuming

strangers on tiktok - i see a lot of tiktoks where a queer woman will have an interaction with a woman they find very attractive in a gay way bc she looks kinda gay and then find out that she is with a man and then feel very disappointed. and then everybody in the comments is agreeing with that sentiment. now, that woman might be with a man bc she’s straight, but she might also be bi/potentially be attracted to women. and if she’s also queer there is a chance she looks kinda gay bc it’s a part of her expression. but the reaction feels like she’s being accused of misleading the other person into believing in her availability.

tldr: i think it’s rude and invasive to make inferences abt somebody’s relationships and then reacting like it’s personally offensive to you if they are dating somebody who’s not you/your gender AND then framing it like a positive/feminist/queer/political reaction. this behavior is why the person in question wouldn’t want to date you, not bc they are hot and you aren’t.

like if i was with a man, then that relationship ended, then i was interested in a woman, but then i found out that she had some kind of weird opinion on me having been with my ex boyfriend (saying that since i have the option to date women then why am i with a man, saying that im wasted being w a man, implying anything abt our dynamic/gender roles without actually knowing details abt our relationship, assuming that he’s automatically dismissive/not respectful of my identity and/or fetishizing it), i wouldn’t want her.

if there are any issues with my explanation, feel free to let me know, because i genuinely did not mean what you’re implying i meant, im just frustrated with the popular rhetoric that perpetuates negative stereotypes while the concerns abt them are being dismissed.

#it's valeriia talking #bi tag #answered #anonymous

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justrandomfanfictionskh · 1 year

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Mary Todd pt 17

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Marinette had told Artemis, that the only thing they could do, was live their lives until destiny called. But that didn’t mean they had to be idle, so that was what they did. For the three months between Marinette coming to Gotham, and her scheduled departure to Themyscria, they lived their lives to the best of their ability. Jason and the Batclan got to know Marinette and soon it was like she was always there. Using Longg, she often went out with them at night, but she stayed out of the press and away from the big cases.

When the gala came, everyone agreed that the Wayne’s outfits were to die for. And while everyone expected the designer to draw inspiration to the heroes because of her work for the Heroes Gala in Paris, Marinette surprised everyone by paying homage to the city itself. A negative of the distinctive Gotham skyline was embroidered on Bruce’s solid black coat, which faded into golden stars up his back and chest. Tim’s grey marbled suit was patterned after the Wayne Building, and Dick’s dark blue suit flowed and shimmered in a way reminiscent of the river at night. Barbara’s silver and blue gown was perfectly fitted to her wheel chair, and paid homage to her father who escorted her in with a smile. Cass’s black dress swept the floor with a thousand silver stars, and no one knew that the train was detachable. And of course, Damian’s Forest green suite was embroidered with the flowers and animals found in the Botanical Gardens.

But Jason, Stephanie, and Duke’s suits were her favorite. Taking inspiration from the neighborhoods where they grew up, Marinette made them the most elegant and royal outfits she could in their favorite colors, and then ruined them. She did it artfully and with intention. Ripping the tulle in Stephanie’s skirt, staining the Gold of Duke’s jacket with browns and blacks, and printing newspapers on the lining fabric of Jason’s coat. If anyone less skilled or intentional had attempted it, the work would have looked messy, and they would have ruined three very expensive outfits. But Marinette had done them, in such a way, that at first glance, you didn’t notice anything wrong with their outfits. It was only on closer inspection that you noticed, the patches on Stephanie’s bodice, the rip in Duke’s tie, and the mismatched fabrics of Jason’s jacket.

The press most certainly noticed what she was doing, and they kept her at the front door for at least forty-five minutes demanding answers. Marinette smiled and explained patiently. “I was adopted from Gotham. In fact, when I was a child I lived in Crime Alley, before my parents, who were visiting, found me and took me home. When I took the Wayne’s commission and these three told me their story, I asked for their permission to share our shared experience with the world tonight. They were very happy to agree, and I’m so glad they did…”

She then proceeded to rave about every single charity, legitimate adoption agency, and foundation available, until Roy, in a more understated but still fabulous suit she had made for him, pulled her into the ballroom. He laughed as he checked his phone when a notification went off. “Looks like you started another internet war.”

“What?” Marinette said as she snatched a champagne flute. She looked over his shoulder.

“Apparently,” he said, “Revealing that you were originally from here has Gotham and Paris fighting over you.”

Marinette laughed and shook her head as she selected one of the tweets. “‘I can’t believe,’” she read, “‘There’s a black-haired, blue-eyed orphan from Crime Alley that Brucie Wayne hasn’t adopted. Someone make sure he doesn’t try to get her by marriage! #whippedGothamboytoy and #badassParischick for life!’ Oh kwami! People are ridiculous!”

Roy chuckled as he put his phone away. “I just can’t believe that hashtag is still trending. Oliver hasn’t shut up about it.”

“How’s that going by the way?” she asked gently.

“It’s good,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now. If you don’t mind, I think I can see the d’oeurve table, and I want to drown myself in it. Care to join me?”

Marinette and shook her head as they moved toward the table. “Always…thanks for coming with me by the way.”

“Hey, it was my honor,” Roy said gently, “Besides what kind of whipped Gotham boytoy would I be if I didn’t escort my bad ass Paris girlfriend to her boring work functions.”

Marinette giggled, as she leaned on him, “Well next date night, you get to pick where we go.”

“So, it’s official then!”

“Zatanna!” Marinette cried as she embraced her friend. “I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

“Yeah well,” the Sorceress said flicking her hair, “Thought I’d crash the party see how my favorite power couple was doing. You’d be amazed the places I can get into with a snap of my fingers. And how are you, Roy?”

“I’m good Z, you?”

“Thriving, mind if I borrow your date for a second?”

“Only if you point me to Jason and/or the bar. I refused to be cornered by the vultures.”

Zatanna complied, and then she and Marinette vanished into the crowd. Roy smiled after them and then, with the skill he’d been honing since his early teens, promptly faded into the background of the party. He made his way to the bar where Jason had predictably latched himself.

“If Marinette comes and asks for a wine, then I’m going to have some severe déjà vu,” Roy said as he ordered a glass of brandy.

“I thought you we agreed you two weren’t going to flirt in front of me!” Jason groaned. “It’s disgusting.”

“It’s not my fault, your sister drives me crazy, and that you’re an overprotective jackass.”

Jason muttered into his glass, and Roy laughed as he leaned back to watch the dancers. In the end it was Jason who broke their easy silence. “Has she talked to you yet? About the whole Paris, Executioner, Arbiter, thing?”

Roy sipped his drink and nodded, “We have. She was very insistent on it. Said it was important.”

“It is important,” Jason said.

“Do you believe you’re the Executioner?”

Jason sighed and knocked back the last of his drink, he ordered another one and then lead them into a secluded corner of the party where they could talk a bit more openly. “I don’t know,” Jason said running a hand through his hair. “I thought I was. When Marinette first explained it, it sounded…right. It would make this whole mess make sense.”

“But…” Roy prompted.

Jason shook his head as he sipped his drink. “Whenever I think of leaving Gotham, even if I’m leaving with her, it doesn’t feel right. I…I tried leaving this place. There have been moments, on missions, with the League of Assassins when I thought, yeah, I could be happy outside of Gotham. But then…”

Roy waited for Jason to get his words. Jason raised a hand and touched the lining of his jacket. A slight smile tugged at his lips. Marinette had shone him the articles she had printed there. It was a clipping of Jason’s debut. The head line had read, “Robin cusses out the Penguin!” and Jason had laughed when he saw it.

“This city,” the antihero said calmly, “It’s a part of me. I don’t know if I can be what she needs me to be. I’m too…broken.”

“We’re all broken Jay,” Roy said, hand on his shoulder. “And Mari will always need you, even if you’re not some divinely appointed warrior sent to protect her.”

Jason scoffed into his glass as he shook his head, “Shut up, before I have to say something rude to keep my reputation.”

“What reputation?” Roy scoffed.

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“It’s coming,” Zatanna asked quietly. She and Marinette had hidden themselves in a dark hallway away from the party. “Can you feel it?”

Marinette sighed and opened her bag. Plagg and Tikki flew out and greeted the Sorceress Supreme with uncharacteristically somber moods. Zatanna’s eyes bulged at being in the presence of the two most powerful beings in the multiverse. She turned to Marinette and hissed, “Are you wearing both of them?”

Marinette sighed and nodded as she removed her evening glove to show the slender rose gold ring in her finger. “The city’s energies have been swirling for weeks,” she said calmly, “I think Jay-Jay knows somethings up. Roy definitely does. I might have rushed things a bit in order to spend more time with him.”

“You’re going to take the mantel yourself,” Zatanna said somberly.

“I can’t take Roy from Lian,” Marinette said shaking her head, “And I can’t do this to Jay-Jay. His personal balance is too precarious, and I’m running out of time.”

“Do you know when it will happen?”

“I was going to say tomorrow, but I guess that’s wishful thinking.”

“Why do you say that?” Zatanna asked, and Marinette looked away. There was so much pain and exhaustion in her eyes that Zatanna wanted to wrap her up in the biggest hug, but she refrained as the two small gods floated up in between them.

“Because you are here,” Plagg said sadly.

“What?” Zatanna asked startled.

“Sorceress,” Tikki said, “You have been called by the universe to bear witness on behalf of the magics to the ascension of the Executioner, and the completion of the three. Tonight the Keepers shall be made whole, and we of the divine energies of the world might finally be permitted to act and restore balance to the world.”

Zatanna drew in a long breath as Marinette dapped at her eyes in an attempt to preserve her makeup. Zatanna closed her eyes and centered herself. Her friend needed her. She cursed; Marinette shouldn’t have to go through this. She had already given so much to save the world; she shouldn’t have to give more. Zatanna felt like a little girl again, watching her father taking the Helmet of Fate. It had taken years to get him back. Would something like that happen to Marinette? Would Jason and Roy have to fight tooth and nail just to get one hour a year with her.

Zatanna shook herself. This was not helping. She centered herself again and opened her eyes. “What are you going to do?”

Marinette sighed and said, “What I’ve always done…I’ll do what the universe demands of me and pray that it’s enough.”

Zatanna nodded and pulled her into an embrace. “I’ll help,” she whispered. How long they stayed like that, neither of them could say. But they only broke apart when the sound of glass shattering and screams echoed from the gala. The pull of the universe tugged at the hearts of the two most powerful magic users in the world. And so, Zatanna stepped to the side and bore witness.

There are three Keepers of Balance. The Guardian who protects the Miraculous, the physical tethers for the embodiment of the Universe’s divine energies. When the Keepers are called, the Guardian gives the Miraculous away to those who are worthy, and who are in need. But of all the miraculous given, two are reserved for the other Keepers, and none others. The Miraculous of Creation, which is given to the Arbiter, the one who passes judgment. And the Miraculous od Destruction, which is given to the Executioner, the one who sees that judgment done.

Others might wear and use the miraculous, should the need arise, but on the Keepers may use them to fulfill their divine purpose. Only the Arbiter could use the Ladybug to pass judgment. Only the Execution could use the Cat to fulfill justice.

So, Marinette closed her eyes and called upon the magics. The kwami nodded their respect to Zatanna and went to their Keeper’s will. But even as they were drawn into the jewels, they could not help but smile. In a way, they had always known it would come to this. Ever since that final fight with Hawkmoth. Their chosen just needed time before she caught up to destiny. Time and a reason.

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Jason fell to the ground as soon as he saw the large windows shatter. Goons dressed as clowns carrying everything from tommy guns to bats with nails swung in and quickly surrounded the guests. Jason scanned the crowd and cursed. Bruce was in the middle of the floor with Cass. Tim and Steph were right beside them. Barbara and Dick were with the Commissioner. Duke and Damian were in the middle of a group of socialites who had decided to cling to them. Damian looked like he was about to stab one of them, which was fair, but now wasn’t the time for that.

It looked like he and Roy were the only ones in a position to sneak away, but he wasn’t going to leave until he saw Mari. Roy had said that she had disappeared with Zatanna, so she was undoubtedly safe, but they were no where to be seen in the ballroom.

“Come on,” Roy hissed, and they started to rise in an attempt to make it to one of the nearby exits. But then the main doors burst open in a rocking explosion.

In walked the Joker. He wore a brand-new eggplant purple and line green suit. People screamed as he tossed his fedora at a nearby goon, revealing his stretched and twisted smile.

“What’s this! A party? But where are the balloons? The cake? The party games? Old Brucie! Did you even think to hire a clown?” Joker cried as he sauntered into the middle of the dance floor. The crowd parted before him like the red sea. Only Bruce stood in his way. His face twisted in the fear of his “Brucie” persona, but the hand he used to shield Cassandra was steady. And stood tall and firm, as he stared down the worst villain in Gotham.

“Joker,” Bruce said, allowing a single quiver of his voice. “I’m assuming you want a check?”

“Half right there, old Brucie, old pal!” The Joker sang as he lightly tapped Bruce’s cheek. Jason felt himself growl, and green began to creep into the edges of his vision. That was his father, and the man who had killed him. There was no way in hell, he was letting the Joker get in between them again. Not now, after they had worked so hard to finally get to a place where they could actually talk to each other.

Someone tried to pull Jason out of the room, but he was rooted to the spot as the Joker continued his taunting. “I want every diamond, every ruby, and every gold encrusted bobble in this joint. Laughter ain’t cheap folks, so fork it over or you all get sprayed! But! Before I leave, there’s one more thing I need to see.”

“Whatever it is,” Bruce said as calmly as he could while a goon with a bag began walking around. “I’m sure we can come to an understanding.”

“Yes, I’m sure we could!” Joker sneered, “You see…there’s a rumor floating around Arkham. A rumor of a little China chick, who likes to judge others? Specifically, their fashion. I hear Gotham’s practically in love with her, and their all dying to have her judge them. So, come on Brucie! I’m here to get with the trends! Where is she? I want to be judged! I really, truly want to know what she thinks of me!”

The Joker’s smile practically doubled, as Bruce’s face paled. And if Jason had been in his right mind, he would have been able to guess the cause. However, the moment the Joker had mentioned Marinette, Jason’s vision went pure green, and he began to stalk towards the Joker. Someone was trying to keep him back, and he went to break their hand.

“So, you wish to be judged!” A voice echoed through the assembly.

Jason blinked as the green vanished. He froze and saw that the wrist he was holding was Roy’s. He was about to break Roy’s hand. Roy, however, didn’t seem to be paying attention anymore. His face had gone a deathly pale, but he wasn’t looking at Jason, or even the Joker. Instead, he was staring up at the ceiling, his face twisted in regret and awe. Jason spun and followed his gaze, and his heart sunk even as it soared in wonder. The Joker had called for Marinette’s judgment, and she was here to give it.

Descending from the skylight like an Old Testament angle, A masked warrior dressed all in black stared at the Joker with blue cat eyes that glowed with a fire brighter than the chandeliers that she was among. Her solid black breast plate faded into an emerald green at her arms until it looked as if her hands had been dipped in poison. Her billowing black skirt faded to red until it looked as if she had been wading through blood. She flew on four wings eagle wings. The two that came from her shoulders were a shimmering red as if they were encrusted with rubies. The two that came from her back were green and were like emeralds. Her ebony black hair fell to her waist, but some unseen wind was blowing it about her so that the golden tips resembled a glowing crown about her head.

She was beautiful, wonderful, and terrible all at once. But Jason knew, despite the golden mask covering half of her face, it was Marinette. He didn’t know what had happened to her, but he could guess. Just as he could guess what was about to happen. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run to her, tell her that this was his place. He wanted to stop her…But he couldn’t.

Something rooted him to the floor, and he couldn’t move. And even as he watched in shame and horror, he also watched in pride and wonder. Because that was his sister. That powerful being coming to bring, just a little more peace to Gotham, their home, was his sister. And he couldn’t have been prouder. So, he stayed exactly where he was. He didn’t fight the force holding him back, even as he blinked back tears.

“Joker,” The Keeper declared in that echoing voice that filled the innocents with hope and sent the guilty trembling, “You have asked to be judged, and so I judge you. I judge you guilty. I judge you evil. I judge you a threat against the natural forces that govern this world. I judge that you have destabilized the balance between Order and Chaos, and have turned the world towards evil. You have polluted the rivers of chaos and distorted the natural ley lines.

“I judge you disserving of Justice. And so as Keeper of the Balance, justice shall be met.”

With the last line, the Keeper drew the sword at her waist. The ruby hilt was graceful and elegant, but the emerald blade was twisted and cruel. A slender line of gold ran down the center of both, and caused the sword to glow with the same light of her eyes, dimming the rest of the world with it.

The Joker didn’t even have time to open his mouth before his neck met the blade. There was utter and complete silence as the body slowly fell to its knees in a final act of respect before the Lady, and then fell to the ground. Jason expected the head to role off, but it did not. Instead the Joker just lay on his side, and not even his ghastly makeup could hide the look of pure terror on his face.

“So it is done,” the Keeper said, and she flew away.

For exactly five minutes, no one, not even the goons, moved. Then someone screamed, and the ballroom erupted into chaos. The goons ran out the way they had come. Gordon was on his phone, as the Wayne’s disappeared to get changed. Jason flinched when a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. He spun and saw Zatanna, her face firm and unyielding.

“Come,” she said quietly, “We have to bring her back.”

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Roy was shaking. Zatanna had teleported them to the top of Wayne Tower, and it was freezing. But that didn’t matter. They had to find Marinette, and as Zatanna explained the more his panic grew.

“Did she know that could happen?” Jason asked as they scanned the night sky for two pairs of glowing wings.

Zatanna nodded as she worked on a spell meant to draw her to them. “It’s one of the reasons the Keepers are traditionally three. Acting on the will of both Creation and Destruction is…seductive. Imagine doing the thing you were always meant to be doing, you’re whole life, and then having every single barrier removed. If we don’t act quickly, she could lose herself in that state forever.”

“But why?” Jason demanded, “Why did the Universe bring her to us, if we were never meant to help her?”

“You are meant to help her!” Zatanna shouted, “Just not in the way you guessed. Right now what Marinette needs is an anchor, not a protector. So, one of you…anchor her!”

“How?” both men shouted at once.

“We don’t even know where she is?” Roy shouted.

“Where who is?”

Roy jumped and spun to see Marinette floating off the side of the building. She lazily rose up and down with the beat of her wings. Her inky black armored dress blended almost unnaturally with the night sky, making the glow of her eyes and the tips of her hair only that much more luminous in contrast. She stared at them with an innocence that belied the power she radiated, but it didn’t matter. Because she was there, and she was beautiful.

“Mari!” Jason cried rushing forward, as Zatanna approached more cautiously. “Can…can you come down please!”

“Why?” The Keeper asked with that same questing innocence, like a child who couldn’t understand why climbing on the furniture was dangerous.

“Because its dangerous!” Jason cried gesturing to the thousand foot drop beneath where she lazily went up and down, up and down with the beat of her powerful wings.

The Keeper smirked and say, “Silly Jay-Jay. Nothing can harm me! I am one of the forces of nature. I cast a magic spell and make everything better. I hurt those who hurt. I help those in need. I give mercy. I give justice. There is nothing you every need to protect me from again.”

Jason looked like he was about to choke on his tongue. He was so desperate, he couldn’t lose her again. But before he could say anything else. Zatanna stepped forward and said, “Marinette you need to come back. You need to train with Hippolyta. You need…”

Marinette giggled and shook her head. “The universe is guiding me. I am beyond Hippolyta. There is nothing she can teach me. Besides, what I need doesn’t matter. I serve the needs of the world now.” She looked out at the Gotham skyline, the city lights turning the smog into a golden hue. She looked so blissfully happy it was heart breaking. “It’s amazing,” she whispered, “To be so needed. To be able to help so many. I cast a magic spell and make everything better. It’s amazing!”

“But—" Jason started.

“I have to go know,” She said twisting in the air.

“But Mari—"

“The world needs me. Goodbye.”

“But so do I!”

Marinette froze in the sky, as everyone turned to look at Roy. Roy ignored them and took a breath stepping to practically lean over the railing guarding the edge. “Marinette,” Roy said desperately. Praying that his longing and panic seeped into his ever words. “Marinette, I need you to stay. Lian…she still has a lot to learn from you.”

“I can’t stay Roy,” the Keeper whispered, but the wind carried her voice anyway.

“I know,” Roy said, “And I’m not asking for forever. I’m not even asking for tomorrow. But please, just right now. Can you give us right now? That’s all we need.”

For a moment no one moved. There was not a sound on the roof top aside from the swish of the wind, and the beat of her wings. Finally, slowly and gently, the three moved back to give Marinette space in the roof beside them. She dropped her transformation and promptly collapsed into Roy’s waiting arms. Jason rushed forward and clung to his sister. Tears fell down her face at the loss of her power, and the kwami cuddled into her neck and cheek, as she struggled to become mortal once again.

Roy just sat back as he breathed a sigh of relief. It was done. For now. It was done, and Marinette was ok.

@laurcad123 @craftgremlin @toodaloo-kangaroo @blackroserelina @maanae @kitsun369 @idkamt @aksartisticlife @its-maemain @iglowinggemma28 @officiallydarkgeek @meira-3919 @crazylittlemunchkin @read-fantasy-to-escape-reality @raven-ette

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thetoaddaddy · 7 months

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☀ What's your rp pet peeve? ☢ What fads/trends are you so over? ❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

☀️: I’m not too picky since I know English is a tricky bitch but one thing that bothers me is -“ It displeases me when the quote auto goes to opening due to a dash. It’s a simple fix of adding an exclamation point. It emphasizes that they were also cut off in dialogue by surprise or another character since this usually happens in arguments, heated conversations, something like an explosion or other surprise cut them off. So -!” Looks cleaner to me.

Behaviour wise for rp I pet peeve when partner tries to steamroll or control me to make the rp go a certain way aka their way. We can have a conversation about taking it a certain way. Beyond that if you force it I will no longer rp with you cuz at that point you should just write fanfiction but you’re too fucking lazy to write the other half. I ain’t gonna put the effort in if you keep proving you don’t appreciate it.

Long detailed reply….. And they reply with a picture and a single line of dialogue. Like girl try the fuck.

☢️ most of y’all are real cliquey. While friends are good there’s an issue when it comes to acting like this is high school and not giving someone a chance when they approach you due to their blog size or the word of a friend. If they prove that word right sure understandable and consume what content you want and who you interact with. I don’t subscribe to completely writing someone off because your friend said so. But it shows a lack of individual thought and maturity if you’re all carting around barking for the approval of one internet stranger because they voted themselves the social leader. Think for yourself and gather all the facts available to you before making a decision. It’s a trend I’ve noticed due to I assume rising tensions behind the scenes. I don’t know everything just what people post publicly but if that’s the case don’t take it public as you are indirectly asking people to take sides in a problem they don’t know everything about. Let’s stop being messy.

❥ No not really. I’m a little cautious of OC rp blogs due to some bad experiences in the past. But if they have behaviours that have proven toxic or harmful then I’ll just stop interacting with them. I get OCs want certain relationships and I’m open to most if we establish a good base of communication we are golden!

#toad daddy asks #playing around (ask game)#idk if im spittin facts or if im out of pocket #munday asks #cw discourse

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barbieb0y · 8 months

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journey: INTERNET OVERDOSE.

yeah yeah shameless song reference in the title but hey it fits my acc's theme

if you can't guess it yet, in this one i'll be talking about my relationship with the internet. of course, i still mostly am on the internet, or at least on my pc and phone, but i'm doing a whole lot better than i did a few years back lol

anyways sit back bc this is gonna be a long one.

i've always had a fascination with modern gadgets, considering i grew up with gaming consoles and a dad who's a computer science graduate.

but i never used these gadgets to actually engage with the wide community on the internet - it was mostly for playing video games, to nobody's surprise. not that i was old enough to really understand anything that's being said on the net; then again, even toddlers are being let on to social media these days.

it truly started when i was around 11. though technically it doesn't classify as a social medium, i remember being on quizup. it was there where i had my first real taste of online social interaction - it's just that it wasn't too memorable so i buried it in the depths of my mind. what came after is much more interesting (despite the sudden onslaught of... graphic pictures of the popstar that clogged the taylor swift quiz community section at one point, but i digress).

it was there where i discovered about amino - a friend of mine there shared a screenshot of what seemed to be a community dedicated to blogging exclusively about taylor swift (i was a swiftie okay you don't have to rub it in) and curious, i asked them what it was. they told me it's an app called amino and you can join any community within the app. for whatever reason, that dragged me in.

i installed amino. i joined my first ever community - the swifties community (or as we call it, swifties amino). while amino is notorious for its roleplaying community, i participated in none of that (i would argue that there is nothing roleplay about in a community about the worldwide popstar taylor swift but terminally online people are well... creative enough to come up with anything). if anything, i think i barely chatted with any of the people in that community. i mostly did my own thing, which is lurking. the only thing i remember posting was fan-made gifs of the song "out of the woods".

no, what really started my chronically online phase was none other than the sims amino. and here's the funny part - i wasn't even a massive sims fan at the time. my only exposure to it is playing the sims freeplay and the sims 2 on my old psp. but since the app was still new (or at least, the main app - there were always the standalone aminos that were their own apps, including a sims amino app i believe), it was one of the only aminos available at the time that didn't really intimidate me. so i joined, for whatever reason.

it was a small community. almost everyone was new. i remember using basic gif filters to edit pics of sims was mind-blowing back then. most people actually play the sims 4, which was new (and paid; expensive at that) at the time, and it made me jealous - i only had a mobile game and an old game to speak for. and that year, i actually begged my mom to buy me a copy of the game. once i got good grades for an exam that year, i got my copy i ordered online which was, funnily enough, the first instance of online shopping i did that i can recount. (fun fact: i also got the get together expansion pack but i don't remember if that was the same year or not)

i wanted to be like everyone else, posting their sims with a pretty gradient background. i read blogs on how to edit. i wrote my own nonsensical, corny stories that i keep cancelling because i couldn't commit. there was a point where i'd post everyday. a point where i put my deepest, darkest thoughts into an amino post because i thought it'd be entertaining. honestly, it would've been simple if it was just that.

but there was a desire for approval.

if you didn't know, aminos have this section called the "feature page" and upon entering an amino, you're instantly greeted with this section. mods can pick certain posts they think are feature-worthy and put them there. we called it "featuring" posts. it's supposed to bring attention to these posts that deserve more attention. i can't remember the first time i got featured but by god was it exhilarating.

logging in and seeing my post, sometimes at the top if it was still newly featured, was like being fed food after not having eaten for a week. i didn't know i was so starving for attention until that moment. or maybe i never craved it - that amino only sparked that need, that thirst.

i remember i would feel particularly down if a post of mine (that i think deserves to be featured) was ignored and only got 20 likes instead of 300. it's funny to think about that now because nowadays, from what i've check briefly on the web, even featured posts get only 12 likes at best. it's eerie to see an amino in such a state. it's like a graveyard.

it kind of give me the image of what it would be like if we actually destroyed the internet.

this is also where i found my first ever friend group. i remember all their (user)names still. back then, i had a tendency to "fictionalize" the people i knew, including myself. i remember making sims that "represented" us. they were even color-coded, with mine being red because that was my favorite color at the time. i've also fictionalized friends outside that group. wrote a fictional story including us living fictional lives, loving fictional men i created, even straight-up putting these characters in situations that should've made my friends uncomfortable. but they never said anything about it. i was lucky. but also not.

one of the members of this friend group actually inspired me to start writing because they were a writer themselves. and after time, they decided to make an amino of their own, exclusively for writing. all four of us joined and some others - including my very own biological sister. i still think of that place as a safe haven; it's a small place with mostly familiar faces and i can write anything i want with little to no judgement.

eventually we all started leaving amino. or at least, they did. i always had trouble moving on when it came to friends leaving, for whatever reason. but perhaps it's because i always had a small glimmer of hope inside of me that told me "but what if they come back?" and that i have to be there when they come back. but they never did.

i was feeling dejected by then. i tried searching for another amino to belong in. fortunately, around the same time, i've been joining my sister in on her danganronpa marathon so i've taken a liking to the franchise. and so that meant i was more than eligible to join danganronpa amino.

i joined. everything happened in a blur - yet it feels like i could remember it all crystal clear too. i remember posting my first ever fanfic there. i don't remember what my first post was. i remembered what was probably could only be described as falling platonically in love with your best friend. i don't remember if i had breakdowns there or not. i remember fictionalizing people and them enabling it yet again. i don't remember what i said to make people even like me.

i remember being ghosted by the girl i loved.

and i remember it cutting deep.

after all the posts i wrote about her, for her, after messaging her "i love you" everyday even after she left, after everything.

i held on. just in case she came back. but she never did. they never do.

i couldn't read any instances of her name for a while after that. being there made me yearn for all the good times again and finally, after a while of holding on to that little glimmer of hope, somehow, i left.

either i was already a part of it or until after i left danganronpa amino did i join bandori amino. i had little to no negative experiences here - if anything, i was the negative experience. i had a deep hatred for this one character back then and for whatever reason, i often had to make it known to others. but otherwise, all i really did was post edit sets, post blogs explaining why i love the characters i love and sell reroll accounts (and no the price is not real money. it's amino coins). there was a point where i did lose my game account to a scammer posing as an account farmer though.

but things really went down once i joined a3! amino, a bit after i joined bandori amino. i simply wanted to be surrounded by people who enjoys the same game i do but boy oh boy did i get more than i bargained for.

don't get me wrong. a3! amino is still a memorable place for me and i have friends and family i made through it that i am still connected and close with to this day. but to say that it was all positive would be a lie.

underneath the facade of a welcoming community, i could see fights breaking out and users making fun of each other behind each other's backs. i thought i wouldn't ever be a part of all that but well, life is unpredictable, isn't it?

i had these 3 friends. 2 of them were adults, 1 around my age. these adults does not get along with the 1 kid - and honestly, i do not blame them because this kid is insufferable and i was just too naive to really accept it earlier. that i was just friends with her because i pitied her.

one of the adults told me to tell this kid that she has problems, blah blah blah, whatever. i told my friend to get her shit together and solve her own problems and not drag me into it. well, guess what? i got dragged into it. she got mad at me instead, telling me i shouldn't listen to my other friend.

it's to the point where i would feel uncomfortable interacting with any of them. i didn't know what to do. and i don't remember what the resolution was anyway. i only remember how the whole situation made me stressed out like never before. i simply wanted everyone to get along. it seemed so easy before.

another minor dilemma i experienced was when i joined this entertainment team. and though that was where i met my younger sibling and close friend, it was also where my inferiority complex grew. everyone in the team was an artist - except for me. i was the only writer accepted, for whatever reason. though i am honored, at some point, it just made me feel small.

we published a new edition of our magazine, which was in the form of a post. everyone's submissions were amazing - and to close it all off, my fanfic was featured at the very bottom. i had hoped it would make people happy - and now i have no doubt but it must've - but one comment, though innocuous, i took to heart. the user praised all the art featured in the post,

but did not comment on my writing.

i thought that my work is not worth reading. not worth consuming. not worth experiencing, just because you can't just take it in by simply looking. and knowing me, i'm known for how quickly i lose motivation. that one comment was enough to bring me down. i brought it up with my other teammates and they sympathized with me, but eventually i had to leave due to my lack of motivation and, again, inability to commit to anything.

i left both the team and amino altogether. i couldn't take what this app was doing to me anymore. i needed a new start. and somehow, somehow, past me thought twitter was a good idea. most likely because some of my friends were already on twitter by then.

i moved. i made an account. behaved like any other twitter user would - with delusion. eventually, i made two accounts. then 3. then many more. there was my public account, my private, a writing account, a gimmick account, roleplaying accounts (ironic how i got into roleplaying after leaving amino), bot accounts, the works. i was still desperate for attention, for approval, for acceptance still.

again, just like amino, i've had positive experiences with twitter; as amusing as it is, i've met most of my current friends through twitter, through the many, many accounts i made. i fondly remember how a friend of mine messaged a roleplaying account i ran and told me that i'm doing such a great job and how they really appreciate me. i didn't think my actions held so much meaning and significance to someone. and to think there might be more out there who holds the same regards but are not bold enough to tell me.

i've had my dark moments of course. who hasn't impulsively, secretly deactivated when they were feeling like garbage to see if people would notice if they're gone or not? it did work once for me so it's not completely foolproof; but it is also, obviously, unhealthy. it's done nothing but feed into my delusion that nobody cared about me when, really, they do but they need to care about themselves - or even someone else who needs it more - at that time.

i've felt isolated too. it seemed like everyone was good at something, or at least part of a majority, except for me. it was like secondary school all over again. i remember being one of the only men in the self-shipping community and even then, i didn't self-ship romantically and/or sexually so it basically meant nothing. i was nothing.

then came the thing that pushed me to the edge.

it was an innocent tweet. out of curiosity, i was simply asking fellow aroaces at the time if they mind being in a non-platonic relationship. suddenly, a mutual of mine came into my replies with a screenshot taken from my rentry. the screenshot read "i don't think all the bandori girls are lesbians". the caption read "now what is this".

i didn't think much of it at first. it's unrelated to what i was asking and besides, shouldn't have they known that when they checked my rentry before they followed me? it barely took a few minutes for people to come and attack me for it though. first it was just 2 people. then 3. then suddenly hundreds were quote-retweeting me with nasty comments and even some death threats. only 2 of my friends defended me. only a gimmick account i liked was respectful to me.

i laugh at the incident now but at that time, i felt myself break. when i hugged myself, i could hear cracks. i asked myself if i should listen to those death threats after all. maybe they'll be satisfied if such a terrible person like me, who dares misrepresent some anime girls, died at their hands.

i held on, for the sole reason that national exams were nearing and that it's a bad decision to let a bunch of stupid terminally online maggots decide whether i live or die because of fictional girls. but it still affected me greatly. i went private.

one day, i was having it particularly bad. i remember that evening vividly: i forgot i accidentally released one of my cats and i had no idea where she went. she's been out since morning and hasn't come back for a few hours now. i start crying while studying, feeling guilty for not just her but everything. i never seemed to be able to do anything right. i called myself a cursed child, that i'm nothing but a burden and an abomination.

i deactivated, thinking it's just one of those times.

i cried, until the cat showed up at my door eventually. i felt relieved by then, that maybe im not such a failure after all. i debated reactivating now that i felt better but i thought that i could probably focus on studying better if i didn't. so i didn't.

the days i went on without twitter were the most liberating and peaceful days i had. nothing else was on my mind other than studying. i'd study while listening to my favorite albums, with a tinge of curiosity as to what's happening on twitter at the time. but i persisted.

eventually, i came back - but only to announce that i'm quitting twitter and make sure my friends know how to keep in contact with me. it only lasted a few days.

then i deactivated.

permanently.

it felt like a huge burden's been lifted off my shoulders. to this day, i haven't attempted to make a new account at all, even though i had the urges. but i'm proud to say i've been clean of twitter for a year and a few months now.

fast-forward to the present day, i am now on tumblr again and it's a peaceful alternative. plus, i'm not on here all the time like i was with twitter. it's just easier to search for content here, what with the tags and all. and it's the only social media i need.

people can say that i'm missing out for not having instagram or tiktok all they want. i'm comfortable where i am right now.

plus, maybe they haven't overdosed like i have just yet.

crazy to think ive been on the internet for like what 7 years now? but it was my only safe space for a while (and still is to some extent) so i dont blame past me

tomorrow will be the last day i post something for this miniseries. i already have a draft in the works so stay tuned~

#shut up safar

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hiccanna-tidbits · 2 years

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HICCANNA MONTH WEEK 3, DAY 7 - AU FREE SPACE MOTEL POOL MERMAID AU

Happy AU free day!!! I was inspired to expand on this post I made a while back, and here we are! I blame @ohlooksheswriting for taking me down with her in her magic realism spiral XD I’ve been thinking about road trips and mildly-spooky liminal spaces (i.e. backwater motels in the middle of nowhere/super isolated wilderness-y areas) a lot, and thus this AU kind of wrote itself XD

Art from the original post inspired the moodboard a lot, as you can see! I kinda like the red-and-green color scheme for them--red to go with Anna’s hair and vibrant personality, green to go with Hiccup’s eyes, sass (idk green is just the color of sass to me???), and general vibes.

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

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Anna was all too quick to agree to the impromptu family road trip, hoping being trapped in a car for several hours will finally get her ever-aloof sister to open up. Elsa is leaving for college come the end of the summer, after all--and if this is truly their last hurrah, Anna’s last chance to reach out to her sister, then she wants to make it count. They were going to bond so much on this drive--Anna just knows it.

They did not bond on the drive. The lack of a phone signal as they drove through miles and miles of pine forest meant that there was not a scrap of wifi or internet to be seen, and Anna couldn’t check social media or text her friends to occupy herself. She tried to get Elsa to play some classic road trip games to pass the time--I Spy, 20 Questions, Shout If You See An Animal, the works. The last one was what Anna was most looking forward to, and of course the one that yielded the poorest results.

Elsa was having none of any of them. She was perfectly content to bury her nose in some gothic novel (how on earth did she read in the car without getting nauseous, Anna wondered), and griped any time Anna interrupted her. She wasn’t even interested in discussing the plot when Anna asked, claiming it was the kind of deep, dark, and tragic story that her baby sister simply “wouldn’t understand.”

Restless and frustrated after a long, aggravating ride, Anna couldn’t be more glad when they finally pull up to the motel that night. It’s a lonely, decrepit little place, all retro-feeling flickering red neon signs and dilapidated infrastructure. The picture-perfect budget road trip motel.

Anna wonders if it’s haunted. She feels strangely eager at the thought--whether the hypothetical ghosts were friendly or not, they sure would spice things up, at least.

She gets a different kind of surprise when she decides to go for a night swim in the pool, hoping to get some of the excess energy and irritation out before she goes to bed. Before she can get lost in her thoughts (and concoct a new plan to get that stick out of Elsa’s ass), she keeps catching glimpses of a flickering movement out of the corner of her eye. When she finally tracks it to the bushes just outside the pool, her curiosity piques.

It’s hard to tell, with nothing but the glow of the red motel sign and the lamps in nearby windows for light, but it looks like there’s a long, shiny green tail somewhere among the leaves. Braving the cool night air in nothing but a bathing suit, Anna goes to investigate the rustling bush.

She sees something trying to squirm out the back, but whatever-it-is doesn’t get far. The bush-rustler now scooting rapidly toward another thicket--now in the full light of both the moon and the hotel signs--appears to be a naked teenage boy (well, that’s awkward)...that is, until she notices that this boy is not in possession of any legs.

Anna certainly didn’t have “find a merboy hiding in the bushes by a hotel pool” on her road trip bucket list, but she’s willing to make adjustments. In fact, this just might be more interesting than ghosts.

As often happens, Anna is reduced to stuttering and asking stupid questions when in shock. “You’re--you’re a--why aren’t you in the water?!”

The merboy pauses before answering--green tail lashing, matching eyes looking like they’re doing a calculus problem. “...because you were in it? And seeing me tends to get screams once people realize I’m not a really detailed floatie?”

When she just stares at him, trying to take all this in, he sighs and goes on. “Look, I’m not used to people actually using the pool. Usually folks just pass through--stay one night and then hit the road. The swimming pool’s kind of a deadzone.”

In a fortunate twist of fate, Anna doesn’t fall into this category. Her parents were deadset on seeing some obscure state park in the area, and this was the closest and most affordable place to stay.

She’s going to be here awhile.

“So no one else has ever noticed you in there? People swim so rarely that no one’s freaked out and reported you to the news? Do you have to hide every time someone comes swimming? How do you even get out in time? What do you do when the pool cleaners come? How did you get here in the first place? What do you eat? Do you have to eat the bushes? Or dig in the trash cans like a raccoon while everyone’s asleep?”

He only ends up answering a few of her questions. Hiccup, as it turns out his name is, once lived on the west coast--that was, until he ended up in the nets of a ruthless opportunist and got sold to a seedy traveling circus. He arrived at the hotel in a tank in the back of a semi-truck, and just barely managed to squirm out and off into the bushes while the circus workers unloaded. As a slow scootch through the woods at the mercy of bears and mountain lions didn’t seem ideal, he made a home in the motel pool after the circus left without him. He’s gotten by ever since by being hypervigilant and quick, getting out of sight as soon as someone comes to the pool or camouflaging as a bizarrely realistic decoration. His diet is berries from nearby thickets on a good day, and half-eaten muffins and burgers from the trash on a bad one.

He’s accepted his rather sad new life, but he misses his orca Toothless more than anything. He longs to return to the ocean, but a cross-country trek for a boy who need to be submerged in water at least once every 2 hours and has a flopping-along speed of about 0.25 miles an hour is hardly feasible.

And thus begins the most unexpected adventure of Anna’s life, introducing Hiccup to pillow mints (the really good kind with mint cream and dark chocolate), vending machines, funny ocean animal videos on her phone, and chocolate chip pancakes smuggled right out of the continental breakfast hall. Before she knows it, she’s half paying attention during family hikes, busy hatching a plan to steal a semi-truck and a water tank and take Hiccup home.

When Elsa inevitably discovers Anna’s secret new friend, Anna is prepared for the worst--only to somehow get her sister in on her plan after about 45 minutes of frantic rambling and pleading. In yet another pleasant twist of fate, it would seem rescuing a constantly-annoyed and very cynical merboy might finally be the thing that bring Anna and Elsa together. However, the sisters have to be prepared to be arrested, stalked by sketchy performers hunting down their missing main attraction, and/or make their parents very, very angry. One thing is for certain, though: this will be a trip--and a summer--that Anna will never forget.

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wyrmfedgrave · 1 month

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Pics: Lovecraft's Lingering Legacies.

1 & 2. The titles really say it all. HPL's works have achieved their own creepy immortality.

Modern creators are expanding & growing Howard's brand into new forms that are more relevant for all of today's multiversal needs...

3 & 4. All Lovecraft, all the time?

Nope.

Expand pic #4 & see what's been added to Howard's output...

Are the additions any good?

Only you can judge!!

Let me know in the comments...

5. Just what we've long needed, a way to introduce our children to the rich religious experience that comes from being eaten by The Ruler of the World.

And done in the style of Dr. Seuss's beloved easy reading 'bibles' to weird behavior!

6. More Lovecraftian cat tales! Is this a growing niche genre? Or, just a fad?

That cover kitty seems so surprised at those tentacles! It makes me wonder what the cat is thinking about at this moment.

"Oops! Wrong Necronomicon chant!!"

7. Role Playing Games rock! Put on a Lovecraftian personality & kick some Elder God rumps!!

You know they have more than 1 butt, right?

Yes! I do have to remind you...

8. Wait a minute?

You mean that this is what the Future Quest storyline was all about?!

How could I have missed it?!!

Okay...

Who's job was it to keep me informed?

9. Now this is a real world resource & grimoire that any 'normal' person can be proud of.

So, what are we having for dinner?!

10. Finally, a story about HPL's final days...

Enough said!

1914: Notes on "A Modern Lothario."

1. United & UAPA describe the United Amateur Press Association, which Howard joined on April of 1914.

This type of 'journalism' produced fanzine-like journals, not news reporting.

All this started out as a hobby during the late 1800s. And, by 1914, there were 2 major nationwide groups: the UAPA & the National Amateur Press Association.

They both organized their members into groups that sent their homemade publications to each other.

And, who wrote articles, stories, etc for the official, central journal of their community.

These general writing clubs weren't immune to internal bickering or politics. Which resulted in emotional disputes as to what to publish.

Yet, these groups were 'steps' in the development of genre fandom & other amateur organizations.

In 1937, Don Wollheim (a Lovecraft correspondent) formed the Fantasy Amateur Press Association.

This was the 1st known singular genre group.

Choosing specific subjects to obsess about soon focused all of these early clubs into the genre communities of the late 1900s.

Today, the Internet has become a more efficient platform for publishing personal & official blogs - on any subject possible...

2. Sadly, specific details about W.E. Griffin's life & works are still not readily available online.

For the moment, he remains a foot- note in Lovecraftian history...

3. The Circleville (Ohio) mystery letter writer terrorized this town for nearly 2 decades!

Sending out missives threatening to reveal people's secrets (like: affairs, embezzlement, domestic violence & murder)!!

Whoever 'it' was seemed to know everything about everybody.

And, whoever 'they' were, a female school bus driver was their main tar- get!

She also got offensive phone calls & crude signs appeared along her bus route!!

But, nobody was off limits to having their lives 'poisoned' by these evil accusations.

Newspapers, elected officials & other private citizens were also receiving their own threats...

In fact, 100s of these messages kept coming. Most were postmarked from Columbus, Ohio - almost 30 miles northward...

They wanted certain folk to loose their jobs, to be exposed - even urged some people to kill others!

Then, a threatened man died trying to confront the letter writer!!

His death is considered a murder, as a fired gun was found under his body...

Other folk also got their once quiet lives destroyed...

And, investigatiors found no obvious clues.

Then, the dead man's surviving wife started getting letters threatening her daughters!

A particularly obscene sign on her bus route, was set up with a booby trap...

The gun in the trap was traced back to a close 'friend!'

One who was in the middle of a bad divorce - & was mad at the bus driver!!

Unsent letters had been found hidden in the divorcee's home.

He freely revealed that the gun was his.

Worse, he had taken a day off the same day the booby trap was found.

Plus, the booby trapped box was used at his work site.

An analyst stated that his handwriting used the same block letters, cadence of words & the same message as the threatening letters!

A 2nd expert, for the defense, agreed!!

And this maddened divorcee failed a polygraph...

Though this man was found guilty & received the maximum sentence - the letters never stopped!!

Even though the prisoner was strip searched & kept in isolation...

He served 10 years for attempted murder. And got regular letters claiming that he had been "set up" - by the unknown letter writer!!

For a time after that, an FBI analyst thought the writer was a female.

Strangely, when the ex-husband got out of prison (in 1994), the letters finally stopped...

Then, this ex-prisoner's fingerprints were found on prison envelopes that carried his threats out to his targets.

4. Lothario was an unfeeling seducer who sleeps with his friend's wife - to 'test' her purity & chastity!

But, what makes this worse, is that the wife's husband wanted to see if she was capable of adultery!!

And, asked his friend to test her...

This all happens in Nicholas Rowe's "The Fair Penitent," a play from 1703.

Yet, Lothario is German for "soldier of the people."

And, it traces back to the Old High German Hlothari, "famous warrior."

Lothario appears in chapter 23 of Don Quixote, where a 'priest' tells of his temptation, seduction & betrayal...

5. All of these books were examined when I 1st started writing this blog.

So, you might want to check them out, separately & online.

I don't recommend looking for my blog entry - as it's more than 100 entries down & inwards...

Heh.

6. A basilisk, Harry Potter fans know, is the Serpent King & can kill those unwary enough to look into its eyes!!

Its breath could also wither the surrounding landscape...

The real basilisk is a species of lizard - not serpents! It is common to Central & South America.

7. Don Quixote is a Spanish epic novel written by Michael of Cervantes.

It's about a minor noble from La Mancha, who looses his mind from reading too many chivalric romances!

He 'becomes' a knight-errant & sets out to revive chivalry (the ancient Code of the Knights) & thus, serve his country...

This book is considered 1 of the 1st works of Western literature & the 1st known modern novel!!

8. (Paul) Gustave (Louis Christophe) Dore was a French printmaker, painter, illustrator, comics artist, sculptor & caricaturist.

Illustrated 200+ books - some with 400+ printing plates.

Mostly known for his work on The Inferno, Don Quixote, Rime of the Ancient Mariner & The Raven.

He primarily used wood engravings to illustrate his works.

And achieved world renown for print- making, though he was actually more of a designer.

He had 40 wood cutters who cut his drawings into printing blocks. And they also signed his works for him!

9. Magic Grown - Though Lovecraft could never know it, his question was duly answered by Austin Powers's ideas on the sensual mojo.

Mojo Joe Joe you say?

Nope.

Mojo, which once meant "magic" & "power," now describes "life's sexual energy!"

Thank you, Mike Myers - you magnificent bastard!!

10. Seduction - At the time, Lovecraft (being a virgin) had little idea of the art of seduction...

Howard wrote "On a Modern Lothario" in 1914. He wouldn't marry until March of 1924 - 10 years later!

Strange Spell - It could certainly have seemed that way to HPL.

In 1914, he had little experience talking with any women. And, had yet to kiss someone who wasn't family...

Modesty - This section reads as if Lovecraft was channeling what he learned about knightly behavior in Bullfinch's Age of Chivalry!

11. Willing Fair - In this case, Howard is writing about women in general (Fair) & an adulteress (Willing) in particular.

It can even be read as "beautiful but, too sensual women" & "all women are too sexual."

Well, HPL was also a misogynist... One that even his wife couldn't change.

12. Eternal Love Oath - Since this is a sarcastic work, I'd say Lovecraft is having 'fun' with the 'divine sacrament of marriage.'

HPL seems to be blaming women for marrying rich, old men. Then, taking a younger scoundrel to bed.

Did Howard never learn that, at this time, it was usually the lothario who tempted the fair maiden?

13. __?!

It took me some time to think this empty spot over.

Damn you, Lovecraft.

For making me think...

At 1st, I thought that "the maid, teacher" or "best friend's wife" would fill that emptiness.

I was sure Howard had a specific 'target' in mind. Some woman that would fit that blank spot the best...

Then, it came to me!

Thanks, MCU!!

"Easy to find (out): He's 'kissed' the Friendly Neighborhood Gossip?"

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Mandatory Fun (2014)

Originally published July 19th, 2014

It's an ALBUM review. Isn't that ABSOLUTELY INSANE calm down everybody.

I'd be surprised if you haven't heard, but the ol' clown "Weird Al" Yankovic has dropped his fourteenth, and likely last, studio album. I had it pre-ordered and got up early just to listen to it when it first became available. I think it's his best album to date. I don't think it had anything to stack up to White & Nerdy (which to be fair, may be mathematically impossible to do--more on that in another review), but Mandatory Fun overall packed more of a punch than the album White & Nerdy found itself on.

One thing about White & Nerdy's album is that I wasn't too familiar with all the songs Weird Al was parodying; this isn't the case on his new album. Every song he parodies was a smash hit that I know well.

My absolute favorite parody, hands down, is "Handy", which is a near-flawless parody of Fancy featuring a boastful handyman discussing his line of work. I've always been highly amused by a nerdy thing being taken seriously, and this plays right to that trope. (It also helps that I'm rather fascinated with handymen.) My second favorite parody is "Word Crimes", a parody of Blurred Lines. While I find the idea of picking on people's grammar errors tiresome, I still appreciated the educational flair.

His parody of Royals and Happy weren't too bad, and his parody of Radioactive was actually pretty uninspired. I focus on his parodies because I personally admire them the most, but his originals were some of his best he's ever released. He picked a nice batch of artists' styles to mimic and the premises were humorous and clever. His polka was also one of his best, if not the best. It was just a great comedy album worth buying. But to my surprise, this album has brought something unexpected to my attention.

While parody has always been around, it wasn't the most pervasive art form before YouTube and video sharing. Weird Al was generally the name you thought of when you thought parody. When White & Nerdy came out, YouTube wasn't even a year old yet. It wasn't in full force and Weird Al still had the field to himself. But soon, videos on the Internet exploded, and Weird Al was not the only one making parodies. Many people made parodies, either inspired by Weird Al or inspired by themselves.

And parodies are popular. I've been studying this stuff for a while now; it's a very popular genre of video among the peoples. Before YouTube, I went to Weird Al for my parodies. After YouTube, I can find parodies left and right. And naturally, I thought that this might be bad news for Weird Al.

Sure, Weird Al would still be great. While he was the only parodist people knew of back then, he was (and remains) absolutely great at his craft. It takes intelligence to do a parody well, and Weird Al was a worthy choice as the frontrunner for the art form. His most recent parodies covered some songs that had been extensively parodied by several people and he STILL managed to stand out with his own take.

However, I suspected his monopoly on parodies was coming to an end. When his 2011 album came out, I hadn't heard too much about it. His parodies really seemed to blend into the other parodies out there on the Internet. This wasn't a bad thing; it just meant that the playing field looked like it was leveling.

However, I knew Weird Al was capable of great stuff and anticipated his next album. He delivered, and I was happy. But what I wasn't expecting was for everybody to be happy. In fact, Weird Al made an enormous splash with this new album. I had never noticed his work capturing the attention of so many people. It's still going on. EVERYBODY is talking about this. As they should, because it's a very good album. But it made me notice something: That the playing field was not level. Despite all the parodies out there, this hype made it clear that the world still very much considers Weird Al the only true craftsman of the parody.

Weird Al remains (to my knowledge) the only mainstream parody artist with a record contract, and given his decades of relevance, I can understand his popularity. While the Internet has provided an opportunity for other artists to release their parodies, so many of them have been awful. It is, in fact, a pastime of mine to search for a specific song parody and watch all the terrible takes on it.

But a select few parodies have been absolutely fantastic and deserve attention--and they aren't getting it. Sure, they'll be watched on the Internet, but I can't imagine them ever getting the attention Weird Al's getting. There's tradition behind Weird Al, but it's lead to a misunderstanding--that Weird Al is the only guy who makes legitimate parodies, and all other parodists are more like novelty acts.

I'm plenty happy for Weird Al, but not for other parody artists. While they're certainly watched on YouTube and often find a committed audience, it seems the general public doesn't take them seriously. I wish they would. They deserve it. Shucks, I deserve it. I'm one of them.

I wish Weird Al many more years of success, but I also wish that somehow, other parody artists can become prominent. I hope that the playing field is somehow leveled. If video-sharing didn't do it, then it clearly goes beyond opportunity--it's perception. And parody deserves to be perceived in a more illuminated and broad way. Because as wonderful as Weird Al is, I don't think "parody" should be exclusively attached to his name. And of all people, I imagine Weird Al probably agrees with that the most.

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My Favorite Books

To make a list of my favorite books complete, I have to start at the beginning. I was not too fond of reading in kindergarten and did not pick up a book for fun until about the fifth grade. I listed some early gems to provide a perspective into my twisted mind. Side note: I do not expect you to look up these ancient titles and click “buy it now.”

My first favorite book was The New Adventures of The Mad Scientists Club by Bertrand Brinley. It was about a bunch of kids who had adventures with loose technology tie-ins. I must have read that book ten times. I still have my beat-up copy and looked it over for this article. The author had a basic writing style with great story techniques. Perfect for a kid learning how to read.

In junior high, I read Lightning in His Hand, the Life Story of Nikola Tesla by Inez Hunt. Tesla was a fantastic man, and I wanted to know everything about my hero. I still have the book, and I glanced at a few pages. The content surprised me because the author glorified the man rather than presenting the facts. I was also surprised that the copyright date was 1964. The writing was basic, but this story was perfect for a kid who wanted to learn about his hero.

There were, of course, the Hardy Boys series and a book titled, Torpedo Run by Robb White. These were available at our local library, along with other kids’ books. I had another favorite that I am struggling to remember the title. It was about two boys taking a white-water rafting raft trip down the Grand Canyon. One boy was named Crowbar. I wanted to have an adventure like that. Friends like that as well…

In high school, I enrolled in advanced English classes and got into the classics. Jack London! What an author. I loved White Fang and Call of the Wild. Another favorite book was A Bell for Adano by John Hersey. This was the first book that got me hooked on excellent writing. Then there was Earnest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls and Old Man And The Sea. What an author! His words had so much depth and perspective.

Notably missing from this newfound reading experience was science fiction. At that point in my life, I had no interest, but that changed when a friend loaned me his copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy. I was hooked and read everything by Douglas Adams. Then I branched out into other science fiction, but non-fiction was notably missing from this early list. To me, reading about actual events was not fun. Also, non-fiction books for kids were not popular.

I did not have time to read in college because it was study or perish. While I took several English classes (I have an English minor) they were less advanced than my high school classes. In fact, I re-read many books. Alright, truth. Sometimes I did not re-read them. I still had the same high school write-ups/reports and tweaked them to fit what my college professors asked for. Based on my fellow students, East Coast schools were much stronger in math but weaker in English.

After college, reading held no interest for me. Libraries have fallen out of favor, and books cost money. Bookstores do not refund your money if you like a book. How rude!

Two events changed the course of my reading. Bang! The internet. Cheap books! Free books!!! Online reviews! Wow! The problem was that reading a long book on a computer screen was difficult. Then came book e-readers—a perfect combination. I began reading A LOT. I was finishing 1-2 books a week. I even set up a stand for my Paperwhite Kindle and a carefully positioned reading lamp to comfortably read in bed. I expanded into every conceivable topic and read every night. It was a whole new world of story and knowledge.

Not you know my twisted history and here are my most enjoyable books:

One day, I was talking to my friend Dave about books. He was an avid reader and mentioned The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. (I did not know who he was.) The story blew me away. The Graveyard Book is probably the best book I have ever read. I instantly dived into Neil’s books and read every scrap I could find. Neverwhere, an astounding work. So over-the-top and completely creative. What a fantastic author. Neil, if you read this, please write a sequel to The Graveyard Book.

I had always known that Tom Clancy wrote great spy stories. However, I thought his books were too complex to understand or read. After two years of hardcore reading, I felt I was at the reading level where I could attempt one of his works. I downloaded The Hunt for the Red October. What a brilliant book, and to my surprise, it was not as difficult as I had imagined. I liked the premise behind his stories and the prominent characters. My only complaint was that Tom Clancy jumped around too much, even within paragraphs. I eagerly awaited his subsequent work, and suddenly, Tom Clancy passed away—a sad day. The new guy that “writes in the Tom Clancy universe” does not have the gift. Bummer.

I discovered the John Wells spy novel series by Alex Berenson. In many ways, I like Alex’s books much more than Tom Clancy’s. His stories are personal, believable, and have realistic plots. I cannot wait until his next book. On a side note, his books inspired me to write my third book, Cable Ties.

I randomly came across The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. What a fantastic book, and all of his other books were outstanding.

Another talented author is Homer Hickam. I loved the Rocket Boys series. What an amazing life he led—a superb storyteller.

The rest of the books I wanted to mention were one-hit wonders. I wouldn’t say I liked the other books by that author.

700 Sundays by Billy Crystal. He led an extraordinary life and had wonderful stories. I truly felt like I was in the same room with Billy as he told me his life story.

Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card. A very intense, creative book that gave me a lot to think about.

Guns Up! by Johnnie Clark. It is a fantastic description of being a soldier in Vietnam. Excellent characters and writing. Again, a lot to think about.

One Survivor by Marcus Luttrell. I like good stories about great people. This book was no exception, and I enjoyed every word. However, I’m learning that some facts were “stretched.” Still a good read.

Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. A sincere and personal story. Life was difficult back then, and this book is a stark reminder. A popular book and a great read.

Escape From Camp 14 by Blaine Harden. This book contains an astounding story of survival in a horrible place. North Korea is a stain on our great world, and we must do more to help the people there. A painful but good read.

Catch Me If You Can by Frank Abagnale. A great storybook about an audacious conman. His words had such personality, and he led a fantastic life.

Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson. This book blew me away. It had the most complex story I have ever read. Simply astounding. The problem is that Neal took this theme too far in his next books. They were too complex, and I could not untangle the plot enough to enjoy the story. Perhaps if his later works came with a guide, I might have gotten into them.

Digital Apollo by D. Mindell. The Apollo program was the genesis of modern embedded computing. This book is a fascinating account of this early effort. It touches on every aspect of how big projects come together. This intriguing read left a big impression.

Failure Is Not an Option by Gene Kranz. This book is in the same vein as Digital Apollo. The difference is that this story is focused on management.

Mao's Great Famine by Frank Dikotter. This book is a detailed study of the largest failure ever. Over 30 million people lost their lives to multiple artificial catastrophes. These people needed a voice, and we need to understand the past so that we do not repeat it. This read was painful but essential.

The Mosquito Coast by Paul Theroux. This book is hilarious, and it made me ask: Is he that smart or that crazy? Such a splendid book. The movie was not great as it failed to capture the book’s crazy spirit.

Sh*t My Dad Says by Justin Halpern. This book made me laugh out loud so many times. What a brilliant account of a person who does not care about what anybody else thinks.

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty. The neat thing about books is they can transport you anywhere. I did not know what goes on in a funeral home. This book brings readers to a fascinating place and is a great story about someone finding herself.

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig. This book is a complete enigma. It was simple yet astounding. Superb characters that did little. This book should be required reading, but to understand why, you must read it yourself. Best title ever!

The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. This book was as inspiring as it was depressing. A fascinating story about a wonderful man. This book was the most emotional story I ever read.

A Writer at War by Vasily Grossman (Antony Beevor). I struggled to ask myself if I should include this book. It was an extremely tough read. People can be over-the-top cruel, and the wreckage they leave behind will forever haunt us. A paragraph in this book is a stark reminder of just how much evil can exist on this earth. I think about this paragraph occasionally, and I choose not to share the details because this list should be fun.

Books do not have to be epic to be great. They can be harsh, thought-provoking, and confrontational. A Writer at War gave me a lot to think about in a bad way. I enjoyed it for the same reason I enjoy eating sour candy. Do I recommend you read it? I am unsure, but it is a story that must be told.

And finally, Interviewing Immortality by well… Me. Is this a shameless plug? Perhaps. I have read my story at least 50 times during my self-edits. I wrestled with each word and made many changes. I went to bed thinking of the characters and woke up thinking about the plot. It was a struggle, a joy, a failure, a pain, a success, a chore, and an inspiration.

So why do I include my book? After all the blood, sweat, and tears that went into creating a book worthy of putting on the market, I still like the story. My characters are honest, and they go on a true journey. My words have heart, and the plot still captures my interest. I want to know what happens next in their lives. Now, here is the real question. Would I like to buy this book at a bookstore? At full price? Without a refund? Is this truly the type of story I would like to read?

I have considered this story for over 20 years, and it never got boring. The answer is a definite yes. This story is precisely the type I enjoy. I believe the unique story premise firmly stands on its own. I also like the characters. They have their own agenda, flaws, and mysteries. At the same time, they amaze and surprise.

It’s funny. Just last night, I was writing the third book in the series, Saving Immortality, and I had to look at Interviewing Immortality to ensure I had a correct fact. As I searched, I began reading. While I have almost memorized every word, I still wanted to read the next paragraph. The story still intrigues me. No, this is not a shameless promotion. I think that I would enjoy this reading this book if I was transported to a reality where I knew nothing about it. I would be excited to read the sequel and see what other books were in the works. Bill Conrad could be my new favorite author. (Alright, truth. Even I have to admit that that last sentence was a shameless plug. Let’s hope he is not one hit author.)

I enjoyed about 100 other books but did not feel they needed to be included. So little time. The question is: What does my favorite selection of books say about me? I have many interests and specific story tastes. For example, I would not read a book just to read. It needs to be something specific to attract my attention. A lot of my life is like that. No gray areas. I suppose the characters I write about also do not have gray areas. That is probably why I enjoy reading my works.

You’re the best -Bill

July 15, 2023

Hey book lovers, I published four. Please check them out:

Interviewing Immortality. A dramatic first-person psychological thriller that weaves a tale of intrigue, suspense, and self-confrontation.

Pushed to the Edge of Survival. A drama, romance, and science fiction story about two unlikely people surviving a shipwreck and living with the consequences.

Cable Ties. A slow-burn political thriller that reflects the realities of modern intelligence, law enforcement, department cooperation, and international politics.

Saving Immortality. Continuing in the first-person psychological thriller genre, James Kimble searches for his former captor to answer his life’s questions.

These books are available in soft-cover on Amazon and eBook format everywhere.

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U6A1 MON FEB 27

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-Online dating: using the internet to arrange to meet someone and possibly begin a romantic relationship <3

-Online dating has lost most of the stigma that It had in the past

-Online dating has spiked for adults under 25 and adults in their late 50s/early 60s

-1/3 of people who used online dating haven't actually met up with anyone

-1/5 online daters have asked someone to help them with their profile

-5% of Americans who are in a marriage/committed relationship say they met their partner online

-15% of American adults have used online dating sites/apps (up 9% since 2013)

-41% of Americans know someone that uses online dating; 29% know someone who has met a spouse/long term partner online

-Most who have tried onlie dating have a positive outlook on online dating in general

-online dating industry has HUGE profits: over 3 billion dollars!

-Couples who meet online et married quicker AND less likely to end within the first year

-More men use online dating than women

-age and gender impacts finding matches

-over half of the people lie on their accounts!

-Location matters

Reflection:

I think a lot of what I learned about online dating makes sense to me, however, I didn't have a source that confirmed my beliefs so it's nice to have real evidence to back up my thought processes. I found it surprising that over half of the people on dating apps lie on their profiles? It seems counterproductive to building a genuine connection. Also, the fact that the online dating industry generates over 3 billion dollars annually is WILD, especially considering the number of free dating apps available. I guess they are probably making a lot of money off of advertisements and paid subscriptions. The section that talked about dating apps increasing the spread of STDs didn't surprise me at all. I see how prevalent hookup culture is on a college campus, it only makes sense that dating apps would increase the spread as it's easier to connect with people who are all looking for the same thing- a hookup. Overall, these readings were fun! Glad I read them and have some fun facts to share with my roommates.

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Rihanna Is Definitely Not Working on New Music Is anyone surprised Rihanna isn't working on new music? After a widely debated Super Bowl performance Sunday night, Rihanna told Good Morning America co-host Michael Strahan: "They are waiting. I'm excited to actually put new music out but I don’t have any updates for you on that yet."The interview, filmed a few days in advance of her half-time performance, is the first definitive proof we have that R9 — the popular fan term for her ninth studio album — is nowhere on the horizon. Or... she’s toying with us! \u201cIf @Rihanna needs another backup performer, @michaelstrahan is available!\n\nWatch their full interview about her return to the stage for the #SBLVII halftime show: https://t.co/SizDzijMVI\u201d — Good Morning America (@Good Morning America) 1676294726 Rihanna's last official release included two singles from the film Black Panther: Wakanda Forever in 2022: "Born Again" and "Lift Me Up." Before that, her most recent album Anti dropped in 2016. Elsewhere in her conversation with Strahan, she explained that there were "so many things I had to overcome to even do this. I had just become a mom, literally, and I have not been on tour for seven years." She continued: "To go from that to the Super Bowl, it was one of those things that I knew would be a challenge."Related | Rihanna Ignites Pregnancy Debate Amid Super Bowl PerformancePrior to the GMA interview, she held a press conference with Apple Music 1, where she explained her future, far-off musical endeavors: "I'm feeling open to exploring, discovering, creating things that are new, things that are different, things that are off, weird. Might not ever make sense to my fans."Rihanna similarly broke the internet last night during her performance, when she revealed a baby bump just nine months after she and boyfriend A$AP Rocky welcomed their first child. \u201cRihanna reveals she is pregnant with her second child during her #SuperBowl Halftime performance.\u201d — Pop Crave (@Pop Crave) 1676253051 Amid the on-air surprise, "ANOTHER BABY" trended on Twitter, with users hotly debating if she had, in fact, announced a pregnancy. She has enough on her plate! The rest of us can wait for new music when Rih feels like it. Photo via Getty/ Anthony Behar https://www.papermag.com/rihanna-new-music-2659409537.html

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Buzzfeed Would of Course go on to Become a Highly Respected News Source (Hindsight in 2023)

For a long time, I’ve thought it would be my dream job to work at BuzzFeed. I mean, it wasn’t really about BuzzFeed itself. It’s more that I’ve always really wanted to be an Internet “curator”, and BuzzFeed is one of the few sites that I’m aware of that’s successfully monetized the business of funny cat picture lists.

But today I read this, the Oatmeal’s response to an article published by a staff writer at BuzzFeed. I love the Oatmeal website, I think Inman is a great writer, and a great comic. I was actually unaware of the “rape controversy” that spawned the Jack Stuef article; I just read the comic, and thought it was hilarious. It was one of my favourite comics ever, actually, and I didn’t find the last panel (now removed) unusually offensive - especially not by Oatmeal standards.

Sidebar: this is one of the things I’ve never understood about the Internet. I like the Oatmeal, so I read the Oatmeal. Things I don’t like or care about - ultra-conservatism, sports, stocks - I don’t read. If you find the Oatmeal so offensive, just don’t read his comics! Why would you read them, and then get your knickers in a twist about the fact that they exist? The internet can be whatever you want. Just make that happen. Or go outside, or something.

All this is to say the Jack Stuef article is one of the worst researched, most poorly written things that has ever been called to my attention on the internet. I find especially baffling the repeated references to the Oatmeal’s republicanism, since he is a very public Democrat.

Also, way to pull up some fake Oatmeal profile from a “social networking” site no one has ever heard of. Great move there. Did you have trouble finding his readily available verified social media pages? Or did you just want to ignore them because they didn’t support your bullshit point.

I’m surprised that there were no fact-checkers, no one to say “stop” before this error-riddled article got published. But I’m even more surprised I ever got excited about the idea of working for a place that would allow something so blatantly wrong to be published by a columnist. Poor job, BuzzFeed. If you want the Internet to look at your lists of cat pictures and cute animals, you should make sure you’re not also publishing “articles” about something just straight up false.

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etckilop · 2 years

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This is all part of what I think is a very interesting and important discussion about just how much of all of this data that large entities like Google, the government and others collect as simply as a byproduct of doing what we ask of them. I believe that most of this stuff you probably can sort of turn off – but not all of it. When I’m doing searches, I’m getting searches that are relevant to my location. When I’m using Google Maps, it’s relevant to where I’m at. I actually find it very useful in many cases to let Google know exactly where I’m at because what it gives me in return for that information is more accurate information that I request of it. While I’ve discussed some fairly obvious “leaks” in the form of WiFi and cell phone data above, there are probably many more signals and data sources that Google pays attention to.Īnd I know that in my case, I’m OK with that. Google has been shown to be a master of pulling together all sorts of disparate pieces of data to come up with a really good picture of exactly where you are. It’s very interesting the number of pieces of data that we leak out when we use various services. Google then has all of the pieces of the puzzle that says he’s probably at that IP address, and that IP address probably terminates at this GPS location, so that’s probably where he is. So all of a sudden, Google has this information from my phone that says this is where the phone is, this is the hotspot where it’s connected, this is the IP address, etc. Well, what do most mobile phones have? They have GPS. Rather than using up my data plan, it’s actually connected to the internet through my internet connection at home. I do, and my mobile phone is actually configured to use my wireless hotspot when it’s connected here at home. Google makes a relatively educated guess that “Gosh, if this machine is wireless, and we know that wireless is at this location, and that location is at this IP address, that could mean that any machine coming in from that IP address is probably at or around that location.” What your phone says about you – literallyĪnother way this can happen is if you happen to have a mobile phone. When people physically move, even if they’ve moved across country, their location is sometimes still shown as their old location because Google is still using the old location of that Wi-Fi hotspot. Google may think that router is in Washington when in fact it’s in Florida until they run another pass.Īnd that’s one piece of data, albeit a really good piece of data that Google has in front of it.Įven if you’re not using a hotspot, it’s possible that Google sees “machine A” coming through that hotspot and that hotspot then appears as “IP address X.” Well, if you’re wired to the same router that the hotspot is connected to then you also show up at that IP address. Now, it get’s a little bit more interesting. That must be where you are.” Where am I today, Google? Even without the SSID I believe they can capture some information that allows them to uniquely identify the hotspot.Ĭouple that with the mapping information that they are creating and they now know that, “If you’re connected through this Wi-Fi hotspot, I know where that Wi-Fi hotspot lives. As I broadcast my SSID, they would know the SSID of those hotspots. While they were doing that, they often actually had a Wi-Fi antenna hooked up so they could see and record at the different Wi-Fi hotspots available as they were driving around.įor example, when they drove by my house, they noticed that there are four Wi-Fi hotspots in this house. I’m actually somewhat surprised at how accurate Google can be at times, but you also have to realize that you give Google a lot more information than just your IP address.Įver seen StreetView on Google Maps? When they set out to create this view of their maps, they drove around all around these neighborhoods and took pictures of what the streets look like so you could see.

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