#and the other is just going to be several documents’ worth of me figuring out what to do with lawrence and em

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader receives Nats nudes accidentally

Authors note: Just in case you didn't see, you can now buy me a coffee/commission something. See this post for more info 🥰

Authors note 2.0: trying out a new thing with a drabble series

Word count: 803

Marvel Masterlist Natasha Masterlist How They React To Masterlist

   A while ago, Tony had been feeling generous and had offered to update everyone's personal computers. And Nat was definitely in need of an upgrade, she was still using the old laptop she was first given when she joined SHIELD years ago. It still ran, which she was grateful for, but it did lack speed and some other niceties. So she took him up on said offer.

   Which is why she now finds herself sitting at her desk with two laptops in front of her while she transfers over her multitude of files and data. It's a bit of a tedious task to go back through everything and find out what is actually worth keeping, what's important and what can be trashed before she hands it back over to Hill, but in the end it’ll be worth it. 

   She's just finishing up now, sending over the last few miscellaneous things. But what she hadn’t realized was that she had not selected her new computer as a transfer location this time, but had selected your computer. Likely unnoticed because she had forgotten about even connecting her laptop to yours during your last mission, and because her eyesight was beginning to get strained after so many hours of sitting here. Regardless, off they went, and she was none the wiser

   Meanwhile you're just returning to your desk from a much needed break when you see the file transfer notification light up. This confuses you, as you hadn’t asked anyone to send anything over, nor had anyone told you to expect anything. But since you apparently have some more things to attend to, you sit back down and open the file. This proves to be of little help however, because nothing is labeled. All you know is that it contains several documents and one picture. 

   You decide to open the picture first, as it would hopefully not require reading. It's clearly been taken in a dimly lit room so it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkened screen to discern anything, but soon enough you're greeted with the side profile of a naked woman. This confuses you even more, but you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away. And that's how you spot it, a small scar to the left of the belly button

   “Oh my god!” you exclaim as you register who you're seeing, and you quickly close the tab

   Your hands start sweating as you wrack your brain for a rational explanation. You knew Nat was a playful flirt, the two of you did so all the time. But to send an explicit picture, unprompted, and by file transfer at that, just didn’t make sense. That's when you remembered the other contents of the file, and you quickly skim through them to see if they would be of any help piecing things together. When you discover that they are just after mission reports and weapons specs your hunch of it being unintentional is confirmed. Now, you just had to figure out what to do about it

   A few minutes later, you're standing outside the redhead's door as anxiety bubbles inside you. But you fight through it and knock. 

   “Come in!”

   She's turned enough in her desk chair to see who's entering and a wide smile spreads across her face as she registers that it's you. You feel guilty now, because you have a feeling your demeanor and what you have to say will cause that smile to falter, but you need to do this. Afterall, you’d want someone to be forthcoming if they received something like this of you.

   “Uh, hi Nat” 

   She notices your nervousness, but sets aside the observation for now “Hey Y/n, what's up?”

    “I think you accidentally sent me a few of your things during that last file transfer”

   “Oh, shit. Sorry about that, I’ve been at this for a few hours now and I guess I hit yours by mistake” she explains, “I didn’t even realize we were still connected”

   “Neither had I. But Nat, there was a picture of you among the documents”

   “Yeah? I hope it was a good one at least” she jokes, not realizing what you were trying to say. You're silent for a moment too long however, because she fully turns her chair to look at you, with her brows furrowed with worry, “Y/n, what's wrong with the picture?”

   “Nothings wrong with it!” you reply, a little too enthusiastically when you think about what's yet to come, “It's just that, well…. You're naked”

   Her face turns a shade of pink you’d never seen before, and her head swims with insecurities and nervousness. But she manages to bring out an air of confidence and gives you a sultry smirk

  “So, answer the question. Was it a good picture?”

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[theabstruseone]

'TIL a papyrus scroll indicates that, during the building of the tomb of Pharaoh Ramses III, the workers were upset about their treatment and, rather than discussing it with them, management served them a large meal.

'The workers didn't think that was enough so occupied the Valley of the Kings refusing entry to anyone until they were given a raise and "cosmetics" (research shows it was a form of sunscreen).

'So not only does workers organizing a strike and forming a picket line for better wages and workplace safety conditions date back TO THE FRIGGIN' BRONZE AGE, but also management has been trying to placate discontented workers with a pizza party.'

And then that went viral on Twitter and I got hammered with people trying to "Well ackshually" about my three-tweet-long thread on a thing I'd learned just that morning I turned into a joke about corporate pizza parties. So I decided to research and here's the entire story.

TL;DR: I was pretty much right except it'd be closer to say "donuts/cupcakes in the breakroom" rather than "pizza party".

The events took place sometime around 1157 BCE (specifically the 29th year of Ramses III’s reign) in the village of Deir el-Medina, a worker village for the people who worked on the built the tombs in the Valley of the Kings.

BTW, the site itself is fascinating as it was first excavated in 1922 and ended up being one of the most thoroughly documented accounts of community life in the ancient world and proved the builders of the Pyramids were middle-class skilled artisans and craftspeople, not slaves.

You also have to know that this era of history is around the start of what’s known as the Bronze Age Collapse. Some sort of environmental catastrophe happened that caused widespread crop failures across the ancient world.

Now what precisely happened is strongly debated, but generally several groups from elsewhere in Europe and Africa known as the “Sea People” attacked the ancient civilizations of the Mediterranean, which caused most of those cultures to collapse.

Also, commerce was a bit different as they were (oversimplified explanation) on the bread standard. Salaries were measured in values of beer and bread as the recipes for those were standardized and made up the basics of the diet.

So while common laborers would be paid in literal beer and bread, more highly-valued workers would be paid in an equivalent of a larger allotment of beer and bread. So they’d get paid “100 loaves a day” worth of oil or metal or coin representing the value.

Now, for our tale. This comes from the contemporary account of the scribe Amennakhte. If anyone wants to read along, a photo of the scroll along with a translation is available to read for free at https://libcom.org/article/records-strike-egypt-under-ramses-iii-c1157bce

On Year 29, Second Month of Winter, Day 10, a group of workers walked past the guards and sat at the Temple of Menkheperre stating it had been 18 days since they’d last been paid, staying the night in the tomb saying “We have matters of Pharaoh”.

The following day, a scribe brought the workers 55 “s'b-cakes”. So yes, a “pizza party”. I can’t find any reference to what this is precisely other than “fine bread” that was worth more than a large loaf of standard bread.

Seriously, I wasted an hour of my life trying to figure out what “s'b-cakes” are exactly so if anyone knows please tell me.

Anyway, it didn’t work and there was “quarrelling” at the temple of Ramses II. The translations says “chief of police” which doesn’t seem quite right but I’ll go with it, but anyway he said he’d fetch the mayor of Thebes.

The mayor claimed they didn’t have enough to pay. The workers responded by saying “The prospect of hunger and thirst has driven us to this. There is no clothing, there is no ointment*, there is no fish, there are no vegetables.”

They then said to go tell it to the Pharoah directly. On Day 12 (the day following the “quarrelling”), they were given their ration they were due during the previous month (basically, they got their back pay). It was 21 days late.

Side note: I got some pushback by an “Egyptologist” for calling the “ointment” a type of sunscreen and…yes, it was. Some translations mark this as “cosmetics” but it was a medicinal balm used to prevent and treat sunburn. What the hell else would you call it?

So Day 13 (the fourth day of the strikes) and Mentmose, the “chief of police”, apparently took a side. He told the workers to lock down the work site and continue their protests, and that he’d lead them to the temple to continue the sit in.

His words (recorded by Amennakhte): “I’ll tell you my opinion. Go up, gather your tools, close your doors, fetch your families, and I’ll lead you to the temple of Seti I and let you settle down there.”

At this point, the tax master Ptahemheb came out to talk to them making a list of all the things they demanded. On Day 15 (sixth day of the strike), they tried another “pizza party” with half a sack of barley and a jar of beer for each worker.

Amennakhte doesn’t say what their response was exactly, but does say that the workers brought torches so they could continue the protest in the dark. So I take it the response wasn’t good.

Day 17 (eighth day of the strike), the head of the temple came out and asked what demands to bring to the Pharoah for them. And they gave a detailed list of what precise wages they wanted for each of the workers.

On that day, they were given what they asked for in rations for the second month of winter. They may have also been paid early as they should have been paid on the 21st or 28th day depending on the source.

So we’re now in the third month of winter (no exact date written) and they’re still striking. Worker Mose said basically “As Amun as my witness if you drag me away I will come back and start robbing the tombs.” I couldn’t fit the whole thing in one tweet.

Reshpetref, the proctor, said “We will not come back, you can tell your superiors that. For sure, it is not because of hunger that we strike, but we have a serious charge to make. Something bad has been done in this place of the Pharoah”.

We’re on the fourth month of winter now, Day 28 (so over three months of striking now) before the Vizier shows up. This is the government official that handles day-to-day business and is second only to the Pharoah.

He says he just got promoted so isn’t authorized to give them their wages (at least partially true, he’d just been promoted five days prior) and even if he could, there was nothing in the granaries to pay them with.

The granaries may have been empty because of the other issues going on with the Bronze Age Collapse or it may have just been the rampant corruption speculated of the government of the era, or he may have been lying.

On the first month of summer Day 2, the crew got two sacks of grain as their ration (they’d demanded 5 ½ sacks each). The foreman Khonsu told them accept it, then go down to the market and tell the Vizier’s children about it.

Amennakhte (who again, is writing this scroll) stopped them and said NOT to go to the market since they’d been paid and if they did, he’d have to have them arrested. He doesn’t mention they were only paid a third of what they were owed.

First month of summer, Day 13, passes the guard post saying “We are hungry” and continued their sit in. They shouted at the mayor of Thebes as he passed, who then got them 50 sacks of grain to tide them over until Pharoah paid them.

That’s the end of this particular scroll, but there’s evidence that strikes continued throughout the reign of Ramses III as there are records of more workers being hired to transport food and supplies to the workers.

The scroll also leaves out some of what happened in between dates. For example, it wasn’t one single long strike, but a series of them. After they were paid their wages the first time, the workers went back to work.

However, they were told that was their pay for the third month of winter and not the second so they wouldn’t be getting paid again, sparking the second strike that lasted into summer.

There’s also a big deal in Egyptian culture at the time called “Ma’at” or basically “The Order of Things”. Nobody had any idea what to do with the striking workers because workers weren’t supposed to strike. They were supposed to work.

Sure, they were treated well and the village of Deir el-Medina lived at what could be called middle-class standards for the time period, but they weren’t supposed to rebel against their betters in this way. It was unthinkable.

There was also a big festival coming up to celebrate the 30th year of the reign of Ramses III and a lot of the government officials were focused on that, more concerned with maintaining order than actually managing the country.

I should also note I paint Amennakhte as on the side of the government rather than the workers when the opposite was likely the case. The strike wasn’t recorded in the official government records as Egypt tended to cover up their losses.

That said, we do have some records like those of Amennakhte showing that, once the workers realized they had the power to organize, they used it all the way through the New Kingdom.

The last entry on the scroll doesn’t directly involve the strike, but is related. On the first month of summer, Day 16, one of the workmen provided evidence that government officials were stealing from the tombs.

One of them, Weserhat, was one of the ministers who shorted the workers payment previously. The other, Pentaweret, may be the son of Ramses III at the center of the “Harem Conspiracy”, an assassination plot that took place between 1 to 3 years later.

In summary, the workers were unpaid due to corruption and management enriching themselves, they went on strike, management threw them a pizza party, that didn’t work, and they eventually got their demands.

Though I guess if you want to be completely accurate, it was more “donuts/cupcakes in the breakroom”…

#egypt #ramses iii #ramesses iii #labor rights #strike #pizza party #donuts in the breakroom #union #union strong #Also before anyone says this is Ramses III not the Pharaoh of Exodus #That was Ramses II almost a century earlier and a completely different dynasty #Not going to open the can of worms that is archeological evidence (or lack thereof) supporting biblical accounts of history #But either way the events are unrelated as they were 70-100 years after Exodus would have been #ancient egypt #ancient history

[lucivinyl]

argument

pairing: lucifer x gn!reader

summary: what it says on the tin, hurt/comfort (old request)

“I don’t have the energy to yell at you. You’re not worth it anyways. ”

The words left Lucifer quicker than he could register them. The room sank into tense silence, as if you hadn't been exchanging cutthroat ripostes and throwing blame at each other for the past five minutes.

Head still throbbing with rage, he watched your expression morph from shock to hurt. You were standing so still that you could blend into the wall behind you. The clock ticked and ticked and ticked. 

He knew that he should apologize. He hadn't meant it– he wasn't even aware that he was capable of saying something so brutal to you, but anger had taken hold of him like a parasite. His ego forbade him from stepping down from this fight. 

You nodded finally, eyes hardening into emotionless stones. "Fine. I won't waste your time."

He didn’t have the heart to watch you leave. It was only after he’d heard the door slam shut that he let himself slump into the chair.

It wasn’t supposed to be something severe enough to warrant an argument, but nothing had been going right for him the entire day, and he was just about at the tipping point when he returned home. The day had started with Beel accidentally emptying everyone’s breakfast, leaving Lucifer quite famished until lunchtime. Letters concerning Mammon’s debts somehow found their way into his materials, adding to his irritation. As if that wasn’t enough, Satan and Belphie had the audacity to pull a prank on him in the corridor, which turned out to be a notable mess.

That still wasn’t the worst. What really took the cake was this: the piece of work, the deadline of which had already been pushed back several times at his request, went missing. It didn’t matter how many times Diavolo insisted that it wasn’t a big deal. The fact that he of all people would lose an assignment was humiliating enough.

If only you hadn’t been waiting for him in his office, the whole ordeal would’ve been avoided, but alas, you were sprawled out on the couch when he entered. Unaware of his furrowed brows and irritated huffs, you asked him about his day.

“It was terrible. I couldn’t find the report I’ve been working on for days.” 

Your thumb froze above the screen. "The report on the missing potions?”

“That’s the one.”

You rolled onto your feet and headed over, looking through his piles of identical documents under his confused gaze. Finally, you pulled a thin sheet out, “Here it is. I must’ve misplaced it when I was cleaning your desk this morning.”

He took the paper from you, staring at the words he’d written as if in disbelief. “You cleaned my desk?”

“Yea, you told me it was getting cluttered but you didn’t have time to tidy things up, so I figured I’d do it for you.” You frowned at his unreadable reaction. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. That’s great. It's perfect, even.” He put down the paper with a bit more force than necessary. “Just that my credibility is now ruined.”

“It’s just one time. I don’t believe Diavolo chewed you out for it.”

“He didn’t. It’s not-“ he drummed his knuckles against the hardwood. “Nevermind. Of course you wouldn’t get it.”

The passive-aggressive tone obviously didn’t go over your head. You crossed your arms in front of you, your previously relaxed posture giving way to squared shoulders and clenched jaw, ready to defend yourself.

And then everything just went downhill from there. Snarky retorts, comments that were a bit too personal for comfort, soft gazes replaced by annoyed eye-rolls. Your firmness and determination, which he’d once found endearing, was now unbelievably irksome.

All the while, the voice in the back of his head was telling him to just stop talking before he would say something regretful. He knew that words were like bullets— quick, unfeeling, fatal. He knew that he was way too vulnerable to rage, that it would cloud his head and make him forget reasons, but what was he supposed to do? Back out of something he’d started?

Guilt was eating away at his head, making up excuses only to shoot them down one by one. The truth was, he was still learning to be softer, gentler for you, but once in a while shadows of his past self liked to knock on his door, luring him into doing or saying something cruel, reminding him how good it felt to be in control.

And because he gave in, he was now facing the consequence.

He eyed the closed door. It had been hours since he’d chased you out. You weren’t there for dinner, but Levi had volunteered to bring it to you.

This wasn’t something he could brush off after a night’s sleep, he realized. It was a wound, one that if neglected, would only aggravate and become infested. Pride might be a hard pill to swallow, but it was still better than leaving a dent in your relationship and turning a blind eye to it.

He had to make it up to you somehow.

The night was far too young for you to fall asleep despite your dedication. You kept tossing and turning, replaying what Lucifer had said in your head like a speaker you couldn’t turn off.

He didn’t mean that. Of course he didn’t. It was his anger talking. He would never think that in earnest.

But it hurt nonetheless. 

You rolled onto your back, clenching the blanket as if it was your lifeline. It was ridiculous how hundreds of promises, sweet declarations and tooth-rotting confessions could fade into nothingness, all because of one mindless, unintended remark. 

Feeling tears well up in your eyes again, you reached out to grab a tissue, only to catch something in the corner of your room.

The door was slightly ajar, and outside stood a shadowed figure, as still as a statue. Your heart jumped to your throat before your eyes could adjust.

“Shit!” You cussed, then held your hand to your drumming chest. “That scared me. Oh goodness. How long have you been looming outside?”

“I wasn’t looming. I just stopped by.” Lucifer said, closing the door behind him. His actions were deliberately tentative and slow.

The initial scare was quickly replaced by bitterness. You leaned against the headboard, gaze darting away. “What do you need?”

“I came to apologize.”

At your lack of disapproval, he moved to the side of your bed. If he saw the tissues flooding your table, he didn’t say anything about them.

For a good minute, he just sat there with his side to you, protected by the dimness in the room. You let him muster enough courage to say what was on his mind.

With a sigh, he gave in. “I shouldn’t have blamed you. You were just trying to do something nice for me, and I took it for granted. And those things I said were just… uncalled for.”

It wasn't everyday Lucifer admitted his own faults. When he reached out for your hand, you didn't have the heart to leave him hanging.

“To be fair, I did say some mean things too.”

“Yes, but I truly crossed a line there. I shouldn’t have let myself say that. It wasn’t even true. You’re worth more than everything else in the three worlds combined,” he grazed your knuckles with his lips, then turned to face you. “I’m sorry, love.”

The regret in his tone was enough to melt whatever pettiness you were still holding onto. You opened your arms, letting him bury his face in the crook of your neck. His shoulders relaxed almost immediately.

“I’m sorry too, for messing things up. I'll steer clear of your desk from now on.”

“It’s alright. I could use some help every now and then."

You hummed, threading your fingers through his hair. For a while, you just sat in the dark, leaning against each other and leaving the argument in the past. 

"You know what?" he broke the silence, voice muffled. "I think you may be the only one who can get me to apologize like this."

"I must be really lucky then."

"Maybe I'm the lucky one."

Enveloped by warmth, you came to the conclusion that while it might be easy for you to clash, being both hot-headed and unwavering, deep down you knew that you could do better, and that was enough for now.

#obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me shall we date #elfwrites

[popcultureoverdosed]

The Curse of Saki Sanobashi

I'm writing this journal entry to document my experience with a certain film. I'm probably already dead if anyone is reading this, but please read on. I hate Saki Sanobashi and what it has done to my life. Most importantly, I hate the depraved bastards who made it.

Until recently, I've been an average college girl with only one notable quality: I love searching for lost media. Most people get a thrill from watching a good horror movie and I'm no different with lost media. There's just something about the elusive nature of it that makes the hunt so fascinating. There's a countless amount of entertainment that vanishes from the public eye for whatever reason and many remain completely forgotten. That never sat well with me. Maybe it's the history buff in me, but I believe every form of content should be preserved. It's scary to think that something that brings you joy could one day be forever lost to time.

Saki Sanobashi is a name that's been plaguing me for the last few years now. Every lost media enthusiast worth their salt has at least heard of it if they haven't already joined the hunt. I'm one of the several archivists who plunged headfirst into this monstrosity of a goose chase. I, like many others, got hooked on its tragic premise of a bunch of schoolgirls trapped in a bathroom where death is the only way out. The morbid curiosity in all of us compelled us to search high and low for this elusive anime.

That was years ago.

Now? Saki remains a distant memory in the minds of once optimistic researchers. Dead end after dead end had led to the entire thing being labeled as some elaborate hoax. Even I began losing faith in the search despite all the time I invested in it. It was disheartening knowing that one of the most fascinating lost media searches of all time could be fake. I would've quit entirely had it not been for that one fateful afternoon.

It was a typically brutal winter in Toronto which meant that a snowstorm would be picking up before the day was over. I thought it best to go to my favorite comic and stock up on my favorite books before the storm trapped me at home with my girlfriend. Marque Noir was different from other comic shops in that there exists a secret section of the store only a select few know about. Because I've been a loyal customer for a few years, the owner trusted in showing me the back room. I was hesitant at first to enter a secluded room alone with a man due to being a woman, but I figured he wouldn't try anything with customers still in the store.

What I saw in that room was the stuff of wonder. Several shelves were stocked with underground comics so obscure even the most hardcore archivists probably didn't know about them. The type of comics you can't even find on the internet. It was heaven on earth for a lost media obsessed girl like me. The original post mentioned Saki being an anime, but I was desperate for any type of media out there. What's fascinating is that there were also movies stocked with the comics. The cover art on each DVD case was incredibly low quality, to the point that I assumed the store owner hand-made them himself. There were no ISBNs or distributor info anywhere to be found so my theory seemed fairly likely all things considered.

I filled my bag with as many items as I could afford( which isn't a lot for a broke college student)  and excitedly swiped my card at the counter. The store owner gave me the weirdest of grins as I made my purchase. He seemed amused but almost in a mocking sort of way. He hardly ever emotes in the first place so that smile really caught me off guard.

I left the store and boarded the closest train to drop me off at the dorms. Though Halloween comes in the autumn, I feel like winter is the most ideal season to indulge in horror. The cold weather is like a reflection of the spine chilling fear I get whenever I read a good comic. I stepped inside my dorm room and immediately began browsing through my latest collection. They all looked so good I didn't know where to begin. As I rummaged through the pile of DVDs, I noticed something that threw me for a loop.

One DVD case was completely blank. The cover was pitch black and so was the back. There wasn't even anything on the spine. I couldn't imagine myself buying something like this so how it ended up with me was a mystery. Still, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit intrigued by it. There could've been literally anything on that disc and the only way to find out was to start the movie.

I waited for my girlfriend to return from campus before starting the movie. Emily's a cute brunette, but she has zero tolerance for horror. She always shrieks her head off whenever I play my movies in the living room. All that blood and gore drives her crazy. She greeted me with a kiss on the lips and then paused when she saw the devious smirk on my face. She already knew what I had in store for her. Emily, of course, protested but I pleaded with her to watch the movie with me. Seeing her scream like a child over on screen murder was sometimes more enjoyable than the movie itself. She remained firm in her stance against it but eventually broke down after enough of my begging. It feels good having things my way.

I quickly inserted the DVD into an old game station and stared at the screen with anticipation for what was about to start.  After several seconds of a blank screen, some Japanese text appeared with an English subtitle that read " Requiem of the lost girls." The title naturally left me curious so I watched on with excitement.

The scene then faded back to black and what I saw after that made my blood freeze solid.

Three schoolgirls in a bathroom.

All of them had miserable looks of utter despair.

The scene was unmistakable. It was a scenario I ran over in my head countless times. It was Saki Sanobashi, the anime searched years for! Having the legendary film before me after all this time was almost too good to be true. And to think it came from my favorite comic shop. I've been shopping for years now and never even had a hint something like Saki would be there.

Emily was confused as to why I was so excited so I told her we just discovered the holy grail of lost media. The gravity of the situation was unsurprisingly lost on her but she smiled anyway for my sake. We watched the movie unfold just like the legend went. The girls remained trapped in the bathroom and lamented their misfortune all the while. As the film progressed, the agony in their expressions became increasingly visceral. Their eyes looked so hollow, their skin was so pale. Emily clutched into my hand with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

The tone of the video was much more somber than I expected. Seeing the girls take turns telling the others about their hopes and dreams, trying desperately to alleviate their situation, felt oddly melancholic. I was growing attached to these characters to the point I hoped they'd find a way despite that going against the lore. We eventually reached the part where the girls realized there truly was no way out of their situation...except for death.

Their deaths were just as horrid as I expected them to be. One girl goaded one of the others into drowning her in the sink and another clawed at her own neck with visceral detail. The most painful part of it all was the bloodcurdling scream the last girl emitted as she bashed her head against the wall. It was far more realistic than it had any right to be.

Despite all the fear, my heart raced with excitement. I had to write a blog post to let everyone know about my discovery! The internet would go wild once I told them the good news. I quickly went to my Tumblr to start writing, but the site wouldn't load. I tried other social media sites but nothing was working.

I tried stepping outside in the hall to get better reception but the door wouldn't budge. The knob didn't move at all no matter how hard I pulled. My girlfriend and I were both freaking out at this point. We tried opening windows, calling 911, and banging on doors, all of which were in vain. We were somehow completely severed from the outside world. I wondered how the hell was any of this possible when the image of the movie flashed into my mind.

We were trapped just like the girls in Saki Sanobashi. Was the film cursed? That seemed to be the only explanation. I should've trusted my gut instincts and never let that guy lead me to the backroom. I knew there was something off about him and now I fell into his trap. So far we've spent two weeks in this hellhole of an apartment. Food has long since run out and any sense of hope is dead. It pains me to see Emily's body as pale as winter, her eyes devoid of life. Neither of us can last much longer. I'm writing this document as a warning to anyone searching for Saki Sanobashi.

Stay the hell away from it. It is a cursed film that dooms its viewers the suffer the same fate as the girls in the bathroom. I imagine the curse will be lifted once we die and our belongings will be collected by our loved ones. Hopefully, they will see this document and spread the news. Or maybe they'll brush this off as the crazed rantings of a lunatic.

I honestly don't know anymore. All I can say is to stay safe and never attempt to watch this damned movie.

#saki sanobashi #horror #short story #Fiction #Lost media #Anime #Lesbian protagonist #missing episodes #creative writing #web fiction #literature

[lunathebee]

虎穴に入らずんば虎子を得ず。

‘𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐛’

Pairing: Steven Grant|Marc Spector x detective!fem!reader

Warning: gore, horror-ish? (It turn out like a thriller), one cursed word, no love line whatsoever, this is not your typical fanfic.

A/n: it tooks me week to come up with a plot for this one, hopefully it's good enough lol.

Summary: Someone is always two steps ahead of you, or maybe three?

"H-hello? Is this the correct address for...oh..umm...detective Y/n? Hello?" A British voice from the doorbell camera disturbs the quiet of your apartment. Who could it be this soon? It is only 7 in the morning.

Y/n grumbles and forces herself to wake up, she pushes all the messy hair out of her face before walking to the front door. Whatever this man has to offer better be important. There is this case that she has been working on and can barely get any sleep because of it.

Y/n opened the door in a whoosh, and before the man in front of her could say anything, she put on a smile and said what she had been saying for a thousand times. "Yes, hello, I'm Y/n, the number one female detective. Justice is my sword, and truth shall be my quiver! How can I help you? "

God, you hate your catchphrase, it's too late to change it now anyway, but this is not the time to talk about it.

"Oh...hello, I'm Steven... with a V, and I work as a gift shopist, from the London museum? Do you... remember?" The man named Steven fiddles with his jacket sleeve while talking.

Y/n stood there dumbfounded from the morning daze before letting out a loud "Oh!". She remembers this man, Steven Grant, as the only witness to a terrible and mysterious crime that occurred just days ago.

How could Y/N forget him? She was the one who investigated him about everything. The poor man is on the verge of crying and can't even finish answering all the questions . Speaking of that, it's also the case that has been giving her a headache and sleepless nights.

"Oh yes, Steven, right? Come in please. You have made up your mind to talk about that event?" Y/n step to the side and open the door wider.

Steven smiles and excuses himself to go in while talking, his voice still has a hint of hesitation. "I think so. I'm still traumatized, but I think talking about it now is the right decision."

"I appreciate that a lot. Make yourself at home, Steven. I will make you some tea." Y/n gave the British man a comforting smile before disappearing into the kitchen, unaware of how she got a pair of eyes staring at her back.

===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

After waiting for Steven to finish his cup of tea (mixed with an unhealthy amount of honey), Y/N pulls out a stack of documents including paper and multiple pictures. Most of them are wrinkly and filled with red circle marks.

"Now Steven, I want you to let me know everything that you will and can tell me about this crime...event...whatever you prefer, okay?"

After earning a slow nod from Steven, Y/n pulled out a picture of a gory crime scene: A woman's bloody body was discovered on the ground, with all ten of her fingers severed, and more importantly, her face appears to have been pierced multiple times by a sharp object, making identification difficult. 

Steven gulped looking at the picture, the red blood made him feel a bit dizzy and nervous. Y/n noticed how he tensed up and switched to the next picture that got cut from the CCTV camera of the museum: A blurry figure of a person in a hoodie and hand gloves. Their back was facing the camera. Other than that, nothing is worth mentioning.

"So Steven, do you find the man familiar? Or maybe the woman has something that catches your eye? I know it is hard since we barely have anything to work with, but everything helps" Y/n let out a long sigh before licking her dry lips.

This murderer is different than any other killer she has met, attacked the face? Fine enough, but chopped off fingertips so the police couldn't trace down the victim's identity? Far too insane.

When Y/n arrives at the crime scene, there is nothing whatsoever. Usually the killer leaves behind their weapons since carrying them would be too risky, but in this case, there is no weapon or anything near by that could do such damage to the woman's face. That could only mean one thing: the killer does not intend to stop at just one victim.

It is still too early to say it, but you trust your mind. This guy is a serial killer, and if nobody stops him soon, more people will be in danger.

"Ah! This- This right here..." Steven exclaimed while pointing at a film photograph that he had pulled out from the stack. Y/n's eyes lead toward where Steven is pointing: a small symbol written on the woman's palm.

Y/n scratches her head in disappointment, she already knows about this one. In fact, it is where she's stuck at. The more she thinks about it, the more it ends up in an image of the killer mocking her for not being able to de-code it, resulting in a nightmare at night.

"It's a number written in Arabic, ثلاثة - pronounced thalatha. It means 3, I can't believe my own eyes..." Steven hold the photograph high up, eyes bulging out in amazement.

This discovery shocked Y/n and brought a chill down her spine. Arabic? Numbers? Of course, the hint to solving the case is right here. She can't let it pass.

Y/n chewed on her fingernails (a habit of hers when she's anxious) while scribbling down what Steven had said in her notebook and letting her detective brain run wild.

If what Steven said is correct, then there must be two bodies that haven't been discovered yet, each representing a number. In this case, the numbers written on the other victim's palm must be واحد - pronounced wahed (which means 1) and اثنين - pronounced ethnein (which mean 2), the woman in the museum that they're discussing is obviously 3. 

It all makes so much sense now. The killer must be writing a number on the victim's palm as a sick way of counting their possession.

"God Steven THANK YOU SO MUCH! I get it now" You hold on to Steven's shoulder and shake him out of excitement. The poor man can't do anything about it except yell out inaudible words.

=== 3 days later ===

"Y/n! Miss! Please come to the museum, I think...I think the killer is here!" Steven said into the phone, after hearing a frantic "I will be there! Hide!" he hung up the phone. 

Hide? Who is she kidding? Steven tossed the phone on the table and continued doing his job in the inventory room. He takes a glance at the clock; the ticking sound is hypnotizing him in a weird way. Steven smirks, the job will be done in approximately 10 minutes.

But when he exited the inventory room, a loud voice yelled out, making him flinch in surprise. "Hey you! Josh right? What are you doing at this late man? Go home!"

A security guard? Steven is a bit forgetful when it comes to work hours in the museum. He quickly flashes a smile to the guy and apologizes. But like Steven has said before, the job will be done in 10 minutes, and he will do anything to finish it in that time.

---

When Y/n finally arrives at the museum, she runs straight in, and what awaits her is far more shocking than she could imagine. The iron smell of blood is everywhere. There is a man lying on the ground with a beaten up face. His fingertips also got chopped off.

Y/n cried in agony; another person had been killed under the hand of that serial killer.

All hope left her body when she checked for the man's pulse. It was too late. He was dead and there was no need for medical action. But what catches Y/n's attention is the number on the man's palm.

ثلاثة

Why? Why is it still thalatha? She expects to see the number 4, with the symbol أربعة, but this is no doubt the same symbol as the previous victim.

Y/n holds her head in pain, she is wrong about the number. If so, what does it potentially mean? Wait, Steven... Where is he? You have to go get him first. He could be in danger now.

But before Y/n could even look around for him, Steven appears in front of her, covered in blood. 

"Omg Steven! Fuck... you're bleeding. Let's get you out of here before-" Y/n abruptly stops when she looks at what is in Steven's hand: a large metal thing that is in the shape of a crescent moon, with fresh blood still dripping from the sharp edges.

Y/n fall back in fear and shock. Steven is the serial killer this whole time? No...it can't be.

"Detective Y/n, you sure are quick with your thinking, I guess it is a must if you are working in this field. If you're so smart, why don't you count for me?" Steven gives Y/n a sinister smile, eyes locked on her shaking body.

Y/n uses all her strength to answer back. "Wha-What do you mean, two? There are only two of us here. "

Steven let out a disappointed sigh and whisper. "Wahed"

Suddenly, his eyes rolled back so hard you could only see white. The British man let out a groan before exhaling, his hands gripping harder on the moon-shaped weapon. He looks the same as before, but his whole demeanor and facial expressions change. It's almost as if the man in front of Y/n is now a different person.

The man's eyes get darkened before he laughs, mouth only musters out: "Ethnein"

Y/n's soul left her body at that moment, she wanted to run but her legs refused to cooperate. Tears began to stream down Y/n's face when she realised what was going to happen next.

Thalatha.

She is number 3.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #jake lockley #marvel moon knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #steven grant #marc spector #oscar isaac #moonknight

[mrbexwrites]

Thoughts on Beta Readers

Apologies in advance if this turns into a bit of a ramble; I've had a lot of thoughts in my head, and I needed to somewhere to formulate them into a coherent stream.

I made this writblr page about a year ago after realising that I have written loads of stories, but never really thought about sharing them. I still don't know what I'm ultimately going to do with any of them- I don't think I have the skills/fortitude to go through Trad or Indie pub, nor the stamina and/or headspace for self-pub and trying to be my own hype/marketing person just doesn't appeal to me.

I like the writing part of writing; not so much anything else, as anyone who has seen any of my other posts will attest to! I think in just about every post I've ever published, it's just me grumbling about editing!

Anyway- sorry, I digress (in my defense, I did say that this would be a rambling post, so you only have yourself to blame if you've made it this far into my diatribe!). I've only been brave enough to share snippets of my WIPs through tag games, and everyone who had liked, commented or reblogged something- has given me that little dopamine spike and helped me find some courage to share my work.

I put out a call for beta readers, and some amazing people have taken the time and effort to read something that I've written.

I'm not a confident person, and I really worried that my story was garbage. I think I've stared at the documents so many times, that I could no longer see the woods from the trees. There were bits that I wasn't happy with, but couldn't figure out why. I was worried that I didn't have enough research under my belt to handle sentitive topics. Some sections felt too heavy, or dull. I found my own writing boring, my characters bland, scenes didn't gel, action felt disjointed etc etc.

Basically, I was in a bit of a tailspin, or a slump, a funk...and I didn't know how to dig myself out of the hole that I'd managed to clamber into. Normally, when I finish a WIP, it's done, and I don't do anything with it. It just stays in my docs folder, and backed up to an external hard-drive.

Rather than just continuing to stare at a document for hours, wondering what to do, I found my beta readers, and sent my first draft over to them (hoping that I'd managed to find all typos- lol, that didn't happen. Typos still managed to escape me -_-' )

I've seen several posts on my dash from folk complaining about interaction and the writblr community. My posts don't get a lot of engagement, which is fine (not trying to join a pity party- just stating facts!) but I've found that the interaction that I do have from followers, mutual or random folk has been really meaningful.

I've gone from dreading sharing my work, to being excited to post snippets, and being tagged in games, getting to see what everyone else has been working on. (I appreciate that I'm a bit of a hypocrite, as I'm not very good at engaging with others on this site- I worry about coming across as a complete weirdo creep, and I struggle to find new ways of saying 'omg, I love this, show me more' in the tags! Or to think of asks to send, even though several people diligently send me asks every week! I'm trying to get better, I promise!)

Sorry- rambling again. I just...adklsdfgskhdfh

I'm honestly gobsmacked by the effort that my beta readers put into my WIP, and the kind comments, feedback and suggestions that they've made. I genuinely believed that I would get ' meh, it was okay' in the best scenario that I'd worked out in my head. Their engagement and feedback has been so helpful and I appreciate it so much.

It's helped me identify the sticking points that I was having, why I was unhappy with some scenes, characters etc etc. They have really helped me take that step back, and re-evaluate things, rather than just staring at the screen and feeling like a deer in the headlights. I was so worried/scared about sharing an entire WIP, but it's been worth it.

So, if anyone is in the same boat as me- scared to take the plunge- dip your toe in the water. Share snippets, work up to finding a beta reader or two, get outside input, rather than just sitting and staring trying to work it out on your own.

There are a lot of people out there willing to share their knowledge, and help you get the most out of your story.

Special thank you to @sam-glade and @at-thezenith for taking the time to give me such thorough feedback. I honestly can't thank you enough for your input and comments.

I'm going to stop rambling now, before this gets any more unhinged!

TL;DR- don't be a little writblr gremlin, lurking in the shadows. Engage with the community, and because they're awesome, they'll help you out!

#talking to myself #beta readers #writblr #i'm just so grateful #I know I'm gushing #and i'm sorry #but #aasdjkf #i'm so overwhelmed and thankful #it's been nice to get such helpful feedback #my beta readers deserve all the puppies and kittens in the world for how much they've helped me #you guys are awesome #thank you so much #seriously tho-can't believe the typos still slipped through #and the missed character name change #ugh #that one annoys me especially

[slayingfiction]

Just push me down a reversing escalator, omg god I’m going to figure out how proform a taxidermy so i can give myself a well deserve labotonmy and then keep my perfectly preserved empty to all intelligent thought head on display so i can be publicly shamed for the rest of this poor exploited planets existence (humans to earth is as excrement in nail is to humans) like the actual Dunce that i am, i wrote 10,000 words and technology hates my shrivelled scrotum soul and didnt save the draft nkt only that it then descides out mary had a fricky lamb nowhere to refresh. The torment. The anguish. This stuff can make someone try to summon the devil for a favor or some goddamn braincells on my part.

So my question is have you ever lost a large amount of writing or just an amount that you can never see again, its lost in the void its yeeted out your skull, if so what did you do, if not then i'll just be in my basement snacking on my breakdown.

Babe. I'm so sorry. That is heartbreaking.

Much like you, technology hates me and I have had significant amounts of work lost on several occasions. It's one of the worst things I believe could possibly happen to a writer. Here are the steps I go through when this happens.

Search all over to find if you can find a way to recover your material. Ask people, google search, bring it to a specialist IT person if you want, do whatever you need to to get it back if possible. If you cannot get your material back, continue to the next steps.

Grieve. Trust me, no know will judge you for this. Every time I lost my work I would cry, and I mean ugly cry, and have a panic attack. I once even made my sister drive me 20 minutes into the city while I had a panic attack in the middle of a black out to see if I lost all my progress. Grieve, cry, break something. It doesn’t matter. When you write, you put a piece of your soul into it, and now that piece is lost forever. Take your time and properly process what you have lost and cannot get back. When you feel you are ready, move on to the next step.

Get a system in place so that you always have your work saved. Examples: when writing, have a timer on you phone to press save every 20 minutes. Turn on auto save. Keep multiple copies on your laptop, multiple USBs and the cloud. Write in a source that doesn’t need internet in case your internet goes out. Save every chapter in separate files, and a separate document with the full work.

Write down as much as you can remember from your writing. Over the days you can hopefully start to remember a few more things and keep adding to it. You’re much less likely to remember in a state of panic, but try to get to this asap. Short term memory is strongest, but can get lost quickly enough.

Start writing again. Yes, you will feel anxious that it’s going to happen again, and that maybe it’s not worth it. That is completely up to you to decide, but I always think writing is worth it. I’ve had my story improve while writing it the second time, and I’ve also been disappointed that it wasn’t as good as the first time. Write it anyways. If it was only your first draft, it was likely to change anyways in subsequent drafts anyways.

I have lost thousands of words of work, so I can relate to how you feel. It’s devastating and heart wrenching, and I wish you all the best in your writing. If you any any more questions, need any more tips or just want to rant, feel free to reach out. I would be happy to listen. Hopefully this helps you and any others experiencing this.

Happy Writing! @lilyjaycee27

#writers life #creative writing #how unfortunate #this is devastating #writing process #save your work #save save save #writing tips #writerslife #writers on tumblr #writer #writing problems #wip #writing community

[open-hearth-rpg]

Player-Facing: Great RPG Mechanics #RPGMechanics Week Five

I talked about letters and epistolary forms yesterday. They have a kind of immediacy to them– a direct communication from writer to reader, even if you aren’t the intended recipient. That feeling has made them a rich and useful tool in Good Society and in many solo rpgs.

The long time companion to the letter in ttrpgs has been the handout. These have been there since the earliest days– the first ones I recall came from early Call of Cthulhu modules and D&D tournament modules like The Hidden Shrine of Tamoachan. They offered in-universe objects for players to peruse– often hand drawn. These things came before Desktop Publishing and so everything had to be laid out and replicated.

I especially love objects which weren’t just summaries or images, but instead tried to look like real things from the world. Business cards, classified ads, maps, etc. It’s something of a lost art in a world of quicker online play where we can mock up battle maps and find pictures in an instant. I don’t think I’ll ever do anything quite as ambitious as my notebook for Changeling the Lost and that’s too bad in some ways.

But some games have taken the concept of player-facing materials and really delved into them. I have two old favorites in this category. The first is the classic City of Lies boxed set for the first edition of Legend of the Five Rings. This is a city campaign made up of several booklets. The basic premise is that the PCs are a new party of magistrates arriving in the city following the murder of the previous magistrate. The players are given a document which is assembled from various records and scandalous publications. It is an unreliable narrator with some things out of date and others hidden by alternate names. It’s a great companion to the campaign, even if it is a little overwhelming.

The gem of this is a smaller player-facing booklet, the testimony of the murdered magistrate. It offers more insights and clues. Importantly it is brief enough all the players can reasonably be expected to skim through it and find some direction. As a whole, City of Lies is hard to beat– and would be an amazing thing for someone to update to the latest version of the rules and setting.

The other book which sticks with me has a technique I haven’t yet seen adopted by anyone else. Robin Laws’ Players Guide to Kaiin presents a single city for The Dying Earth rpg. But it is not a GM guide. It is a player's guide filled with neighborhoods, characters, details, secrets, and rumors. It is funny, revolting, and compelling in a splendid mix– filled with folks who might help you but might just as easily strip your boots off when you pass out.

The conceit Player’s Guide to Kaiin is that the players look through and find something which catches their eye, fits with their plots, or looks worth exploring. They then tell the GM that’s what they wish to interact with and go to town, literally and figuratively. Like serious, it is great. I wish more city books existed which took this approach. Frankly it shocks me that we don’t have a guide like this for Eversink from Swords of the Serpentine.

I’m pretty sure you can draw a line from Kaiin to another Robin Laws’ masterpiece, The Armitage Files. That offers an improvisational campaign structure built around a series of ten documents. All of these seem to come from a messed up future, written by the PCs patron apparently. They tell of terrible things to come. They offer hooks, names, and incidents which the players can choose how they wish to explore them.

There are several brilliant aspects to this approach. They feel like old-school handouts with different formats, handwriting, and voice. There’s a sense of a chronology to the dissolution of the author. That’s wonderfully complicated by the fact that these letters can be presented in any order– with that basic choice shaping the play.

Importantly the letters are tight– one or two pages iirc– which means that every player can look at a copy and work through it. I love the latter player-facing full document innovation of Dracula Dossier, but that’s an overwhelming text for all the players to work through. It requires full buy-in from the group– otherwise you get the same quarterbacking problem that plagues co-op board games. Armitage also provides a plain-text version of each document which really helps at the table.

I think there’s lots of room for interesting, rich, player-facing stuff today. It doesn’t have to be massive– in fact I think these things being smaller and/or easily broken into chunks for players to work through. The trick is to make these things actionable: presented in such a way that players can immediately find cool things they want to do on any page, rather than having to read through the whole of a book.

#ttrpg #rpg #rpg mechanics

[hesitationss]

fb+/meta or whatever is one severely unfunny joke. i know i am mostly a hater of social media, but i don't see how threads is going to be better for usability and reach. especially given how shit numbers are on IG (i get more noted "per capita" of followers on tumblr and twitter for untagged posts). i already made a small thread of zucc apps being shit which I'll copy paste here. i don't know how people are thinking threads is going to be better than any of the twitter alternatives when it's most likely the WORST option out there. anyway-

the reason why the other twit replacement apps aren't as insidious as threads (zucc/fb owned) should be obvious, but i'll list some things:

• infamously on zucc platforms you can get reported for saying "white people" which is why so many of us say yt now (a bit of poc social media history for u from the 2010s)

• private messages are sold/given to police no warrant: this could be anything used against you, could be protest info, where you've been, etc.

• right wing propaganda/misinfo is lucrative for facebook. this is something that heavily affects the global south btw.

• they lie about views and growth for business accounts to keep you on their platform. the case i know best is that they inflated college humor's analytics to compete w youtube. this resulted in so many businesses throwing money and labour at facebook w out much return.

also zucc sucks, he's pure evil... like u don't need me to get into *that* hopefully

addition:

omg 🙄 so shocked 🙄 that zucc is further propelling nazism on his latest app that has the exact same content moderation as all his other fucking apps lol 🙄 who would have guessed ?

Far-right figures, including Nazi supporters, anti-gay extremists, and white supremacists, are flocking to Threads (Media Matters)

Adding sources:

Point 1 - i can't find any formal articles that document the particular insidiousness of this, but I and many others who were in BIPOC only "leftbook" groups had either our accounts or groups we joined completely nerfed for using language against white people. hubs that had been for info dissemination, discussing theory, and organizing were marked as hate speech or reported by white reactionaries (even "leftist" ones)

Point 2 - Has been apparent since Michael Brown's murder by police in 2014 and the protests following, but was esp apparent in protest following George Floyd's murder and subsequent protests.

FBI trawled Facebook to arrest protesters for inciting riots, court records show (NBC News)

Point 3 Links - Facebook Admits It Was Used to Incite Violence in Myanmar (NY Times) | Whistleblower: Facebook is misleading the public on progress against hate speech, violence, misinformation (CBS) | How Facebook and Google fund global misinformation (MIT Tech Review)

Link for point 4 - Adam Conover talking about College Humor's inflated FB numbers (plus many other articles have been written about this)

more on the privacy shit - sex workers who have used fb AND ig on burner emails with fake names, had their emails and real names auto linked bcuz of how much a little bit of information goes. how fucked up is that.

How Facebook Outs Sex Workers

BTW i have been preaching this for years but if you want to learn why our internet is fucked up, learn about what happened with net neutrality cases in the US, and then later, SESTA FOSTA (primarily targetting sex workers but is the reason why everything is censored now). ppl online have been warning everyone about this for years, but you are just now experiencing the consequences. but again, nobody listens to things that target primarily sex workers.

plus from a functional standpoint, if you want to delete your threads account, your instagram is deleted as well. like it really doesn't seem worth it for people who are desperate to find the social media that will stick. i don't have anything nice to say about any of the other social medias except that some Mastodon instances do a great job at keeping nazi's out and using alt text, but the bar is extremely low and everybody else is even lower ^_^

#the thing that should be the most glaringly insidious of them all is how fb enabled genocide against rohingya muslims in myanmar #which was carried out by the democratic burmese princess herself 🙄 #social media

[villanevehaus]

I HATE THIERRY hes such a little bitch but what made me mad is that i literally could not figure out why i hated him so fucking much. like banksy said he didnt break any rules because technically there are no rules. hes a fraud but hes not? hes not an artist but his work is worth millions? like the joke is supposed to be on him but its not so whos it on? who is right? does it even matter? what are your thoughts on why you hate him because i hate him but hes an evil genius - letterboxd anon

i needed several days to stop seeing red and this is of course going to devolve back into rage BUT i hate thierry because to ME his "success" embodies so many things that i despise about Fine Art Culture and ive just realized that i actually dont know where to start with this. okay. hhhhhh. im going to break it into chunks.

thierry documents his whole life on tape bc he feels like he'll never see it the same way again, but then he doesnt do anything with the tapes. he doesnt even label them or organize them or do anything beyond the act of filming them but because he carries this weird perversion about documentation he's afforded access to an artform that inherently is anti-documentation? im not saying that street art should or shouldnt be documented but he was able to document the process behind "temporary work" by following this lie that he was making something that WOULD be seen, and not collect dust in some random tub; a documentary. people (the artists) assumed he was making a documentary about street art because what the Fuck else are you filming all these street artists for, my guy, and then he got a reputation that he was doing this documentary so he was afforded more and more access- for what boiled down to no reason! "i wouldnt take no for an answer" but there wasnt question, thierry!! you werent asking shit because whatever they said might as well be the static of an erased tape!! cobwebs!! dust!!

and then SUDDENLY OH NO theirry actually has to make the documentary he's been lying about for years because banksy is like hey dude can't wait to see this film! he scrambles to make it and it's trash. it's 90 minutes of trash. but thanks to all of this access thierry was afforded he's seen how successful street artists can be (which is an entirely different can of worms for me to talk about. a counter-culture, accessible artform being commodified and turned into High Art for the elites- go to the MoMA and see street art! a private collection of street art pieces! perfect example of this is the banksy that sold at auction for like 1.4mil and then got shredded remotely which RULED! but then now the shredded banksy is 25mil Because its a shredded banksy). so he decides that he wants to be street artist. which is fine! whatever! sure! do whatever the fuck!

but then. he doesn't want to just be a street artist, he wants to be a Successful street artist like all the other street artists he's gotten to know (did you see banksy's show? with celebrities and thousands of attendants and media coverage?) so he needs an exhibition. he needs a debut, and a huge one at that. he pulls all the strings he has available: banksy endorsement! invader endorsement! all gained through that lie of a documentary that banksy is now making himself with thierry's forgotten tapes, by the way!!! his life addiction to filming everything has fallen to the wayside because he's hellbent on being successful.

the ways that thierry talks about art and success as an artist is fucking infuriating bc he's evaluating it solely on Selling and Name and Gimmick. it would be ignorant and stupid of me to say that artists arent influenced by other artists but the fact that all of thierry's works are virtually "Do You Get It"s of other artist's work that he even names?? this is like a warhol this is like a lichtenstein this is like a haring this is like a this is like a this is lik[foams at the mouth and keels over]

yeah he didnt break any rules bc there arent any rules but he played really fucking dirty. he got access to a subculture and its major players through a false cause (documentary), drummed up false interest in his work (the article), false endorsements in his work (banksy, invader), all while his work wasn't even being made because the work itself doesnt matter if you inflate the hype enough

he emperor's-new-clothes'd himself into absolutely everything, right down to the title of artist and filmmaker

#letterboxd anon #exit through the giftshop #[heavily panting and covered in blood] yeah i have some thoughts

[robinsonranch]

By The Associated Press

Eleanor Coppola, who documented the making of some of her husband Francis Ford Coppola’s iconic films, including the infamously tortured production of “Apocalypse Now,” and who raised a family of filmmakers, has died. She was 87.

Coppola died Friday at home in Rutherford, California, her family announced in a statement.

Eleanor, who grew in Orange County, California, met Francis while working as an assistant art director on his directorial debut, the Roger Corman-produced 1963 horror film “Dementia 13.” (She had studied design at UCLA.) Within months of dating, Eleanor became pregnant and the couple were wed in Las Vegas in February 1963.

Their first-born, Gian-Carlo, quickly became a regular presence in his father’s films, as did their subsequent children, Roman (born in 1965) and Sofia (born in 1971). After acting in their father’s films and growing up on sets, all would go into the movies.

“I don’t know what the family has given except I hope they’ve set an example of a family encouraging each other in their creative process whatever it may be,” Eleanor told The Associated Press in 2017. “It happens in our family that everyone chose to sort of follow in the family business. We weren’t asking them to or expecting them to, but they did. At one point Sofia said, ‘The nut does not fall far from the tree.’”

Gian-Carlo, who’s seen in the background of many of his father’s films and had begun doing second-unit photography, died at the age of 22 in a 1986 boating accident. He was killed while riding in a boat piloted by Griffin O’Neal, son of Ryan O’Neal, who was found guilty of negligence.

Roman directed several movies of his own and regularly collaborates with Wes Anderson. He’s president of his father’s San Francisco-based film company, American Zoetrope.

Sofia became one of the most acclaimed filmmakers of her generation as the writer-director of films including “Lost in Translation” and the 2023 release “Priscilla.” Sofia dedicated that film to her mother.

In joining the family business, the Coppola children weren’t just following in their father’s footsteps but their mother’s, too. Beginning on 1979’s “Apocalypse Now,” Eleanor frequently documented the behind-the-scenes life of Francis’ films. The Philippines-set shoot of “Apocalypse Now” lasted 238 days. A typhoon destroyed sets. Martin Sheen had a heart attack. A member of the construction crew died.

Eleanor documented much of the chaos in what would become one of the most famous making-of films about moviemaking, 1991’s “Hearts of Darkness: A Filmmaker’s Apocalypse.”

“I was just trying to keep myself occupied with something to do because we were out there for so long,” Eleanor told CNN in 1991. “They wanted five minutes for a TV promotional or something and I thought sooner of later I could get five minutes of film and then it went on to 15 minutes.”

“I just kept shooting but I had no idea ... the evolution of myself that I saw with my camera,” continued Eleanor, who ended up shooting 60 hours worth of footage. “So, it was a surprise for both of us and a life changing experience.”

Eleanor also published “Notes: On the Making of ‘Apocalypse Now’” in 1979. While the film focused on the film set tumult, the book charted some of Eleanor’s inner turmoil, including the challenges of being married to a larger-than-life figure. She wrote of being a “woman isolated from my friends, my affairs and my projects” during their year in Manilla. She also frankly discusses Francis having an extramarital affair.

“There is part of me that has been waiting for Francis to leave me, or die, so that I can get my life the way I want it,” wrote Eleanor. “I wonder if I have the guts to get it the way I want it with him in it.”

They remained together, though, throughout her life. And Eleanor continued to seek out creative outlets for herself. She documented several more of her husband’s films, as well as Roman’s “CQ” and Sofia’s “Marie Antoinette.” She wrote a memoir in 2008, “Notes on a Life.”

In 2016, at the age of 80, Eleanor made her narrative debut in “Paris Can Wait,” a romantic comedy starring Diane Lane. She followed that up with “Love Is Love Is Love” in 2020. Eleanor had initially set out only to write the screenplay to “Paris Can Wait.”

“One morning at the breakfast table my husband said, ‘Well you should direct it.’ I was totally startled,” Eleanor told The AP. “But I said ‘Well, I never wrote a script before and I’ve never directed, why not?’ I was kind of saying ‘why not’ to everything.”

#francis ford coppola #eleanor coppola #the heart of darkness

[aristocraticelegance]

Think I might make more of an effort to log my reading for this year—these are the books I read in January. I’ve been focused on reading books I’ve already bought instead of ordering new ones from the library, so the selection will reflect that.

1. A Power Unbound, Freya Marske, 2023. Historical-Fantasy-Romance, third book in the trilogy. I enjoyed these books, mostly as low-stakes reading around the holidays, and this one wraps up the series nicely. My only issue is that I had a lot of hangups with the historical bits, which is partially because that's the sort of thing that sticks in my brain, and partially because when you are blending multiple genre conventions it's inevitable that one of them is going to get short shrift at some point. I also got stuck on the fact that the plot reinforced the idea of Italian Catholics as being Bad and Superstitious even as the Italian Catholic character keeps calling out the (presumably Anglican) Brits on their xenophobia, which I don't think was intentional. Anyways, if gay fantasy romance set in Edwardian England sounds like your thing, they're worth checking out. The setting and characters are generally a fun time.

2. Iceland's Bell, Haldór Laxness, 1943. I bought this on a total whim, based on the fact that it's historical fiction set in a time (late 16-early 1700s) and place (Iceland) that I don't usually see in English-language historical fiction. I had no idea what to expect AND I LOVED IT. It loosely follows several characters, all based on or lightly modified from historical figures: a farmer trying to get his murder verdict overturned, a noblewoman with financial and romantic problems, and a nobleman who was responsible for collecting and documenting a bunch of important old Icelandic manuscripts (including some of the Eddas, I think). He also gets involved with the first guy’s court case and is part of the second lady's romantic problems. This book slaps. The author won a nobel prize for a different book, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but man it was so good. One guy walks all over half of Northern Europe, almost dies multiple times, runs away from some Germans, generally has a real bad time. The other guy collects books and Feels Bad About Old Iceland. (Actually everyone does this). I appreciated that even though the lady is, at times, A Metaphor, she has a lot of personality and doesn't just exist to Suffer Nobly (and horribly, in a sexual way), as is the case for at least several other books I can think of that deal with the kind of Great Tale that is also A Metaphor for The Country (The Tale of Kieu, This Earth of Mankind). It helps that every man in this book is kind of useless. You should read this.

3. Swords and Deviltry, Fritz Lieber, 1970. I've been on a sword and sorcery kick lately, so I thought I should read some of the Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser stories. I always have a hard time figuring out where to start with these kind of long-running stories, because usually the first one published isn't naratively the first story. I figured it was easier to go with the collections in order, which rearranged the stories into a narrative chronological order, which might have been the wrong decision for me. I liked these stories, but I feel like they aren't really the core of why people were drawn to the characters in the first place, since they are all prequels written after the characters were already known. I'll probably check out more later, but this collection was generally just "fine."

#books #my reading 2024 #text #fantasy #historical fiction #blogging

[waifuoftomonori]

Thoughts on Scarlet Fate Characters (Love Interests and Shiki)

Before I get into the nitty-gritty: these opinions are based on incomplete information. No, I have not read all of the characters’ routes or stories, and yes, I am biased by the ones I have read. (I don’t know if anyone else ever grows so deeply attached to one or two characters from an otome that reading any other character’s route becomes painful, because the whole time you’re thinking of how wrong it feels to be with anyone other than the character you really care about, and they must be so hurt and/or lonely in this route, and if you do interact with them the interactions will probably revolve around the designated love interest and not even a simple check-up on your true love’s well-being— or if that’s just a me thing. But yes, that happened to me with Scarlet Fate, so I’ve only read a couple of routes and have no desire to complete any others.)

Furthermore, I apologize if my assessment of certain characters comes off as rude or disrespectful. Sometimes it’s a joke, for what that’s worth. Obviously, you are allowed to disagree, love whoever you love, etc. At this point it would be cool just to meet someone else who’s still as obsessed with at least one of these characters as much as I am. Or, well, even just half as much. If you are a fellow Hiiro no Kakera 4 enjoyer, even in September of 2023 (or later!), please message me and we can gush together. I know I write a lot of sexy stuff, but I’m happy to keep the conversation on strictly PG topics if you’re not comfortable with that.

Sorry that took so long. Onto the opinions. (Warning: some of the details might be a bit NSFW.)

Shiki (a.k.a. Princess Tamayori)

One of the most badass otome heroines I’ve ever encountered, and definitely the edgiest (but in a good way.)

Cool enough to get her own CG. (Technically multiple CGs, if you count the one from the summer festival story where she’s performing the dance.)

Single-handedly made Gentoka’s route enjoyable.

Hard for me to assign a DnD class to. (I’ve spent probably an abnormal amount of time thinking of what class everyone would be.) I can see elements of Cleric, Fighter, Paladin, and Warlock (probably the celestial kind for the healing). Maybe she’s a multiclasser or took some feats or something.

Tomonori

The guy who ruined all other otome love interests for me, for which I am eternally grateful.

Definitely a top.

Fully clothed eye candy.

Halfling (reskinned as short human) mastermind rogue, easy. —Yes, he’s a halfling. You read what happens in Tomonori’s story and tell me he doesn’t display both a notable resistance to intimidation attempts, most of them by a man twice his size, and an uncanny amount of good fortune right when he needs it. Probably a lightfoot because they’re the sneakier ones.

HIs DnD alignment is a more complex question. Where to start? He’s perfectly willing to either destroy or save the world at the request of the woman he loves. He’s willing to kill innocents for her, if necessary, and he encourages people to sacrifice themselves for her (as with the suicide-bombing mages in one of the early prolonged fights against the Void), but all of the people who die for the Princess do it knowingly, of their own free will, and he’s not happy about their deaths. He’s also fully willing to sacrifice himself for this purpose. He’s a government figure and comes up with a lot of plans and schemes, which are usually logical and well-thought-out, but he’s also secretly dedicated himself to freeing Shiki and dismantling the whole system from within. Oh, and he commits outright document theft in Akifusa’s route. I think he’s mostly a good person, but I also can’t overlook that he knowingly bound himself to a Chaotic Evil artifact bent on ending the world and allowed it to possess him for a time. For the purpose of destroying it. …I’m going to be a little controversial and say True Neutral, although I think you could make a convincing argument for several alignments.

Surprisingly kinky. His route alone includes bondage, punishments, controlling people via the Power of Words, emotional sadism, bodily possession (as the one possessed), drinking blood via kiss, and plenty of teasing. …Do I exaggerate his dominant tendencies in my fanfiction? Yes. Is there a solid basis within the game for that interpretation? Definitely. Does the list of kinks grow even longer in the CD Drama? You bet it does. (He would probably also enjoy vanilla sex, though, and it’s hard to imagine him going in for physical sadism with Shiki, for obvious reasons.)

Akifusa

Sunshine-and-puppies cinnamon roll boi. Deserves head pats.

Definitely a bottom.

Barbarian who thinks he’s a paladin (or at least a fighter who adheres strictly to an Oath of Honor) because he doesn’t learn how to fully rage until halfway through his own route. Lawful Good, of course.

Zero sex appeal… until you realize you’re looking at him from the wrong perspective, and he’s a sub with high pain tolerance, incredible stamina, and insane recovery time (canonically from near-death experiences, but it’s never specified that he doesn’t also recover from orgasm at the same rate :P). Oh yeah, and he transforms into his uber-buff ancestor with horns and fangs when he “rages”, so you could play with that aspect of it too.

Gentoka

One of the three characters whose main routes I’ve fully read.

I found him boring. (Read his route if you want to see Shiki kick ass, though.)

The most interesting thing about him is Aterui.

Probably a wildfire druid. Alignment: Chaotic Good? He really likes fire and ignores societal rules, but meeting (and instantly falling in love with) Shiki somehow made him reconsider most of his life’s choices and decide that some humans are okay after all.

Furutsugu

Pox-ridden whore who committed two unforgivable acts at the end of Gentoka’s route: 1. killing the cinnamon roll and 2. indirectly killing the best boi as a result. (True, you’re left to read between the lines for why Tomo suddenly “disappeared” after his best friend got murdered protecting Shiki from this bourgeoisie bastard, and the woman he’s loved for years gets hitched with some random fox guy she met in the woods a couple months ago… but personally, I think it’s pretty obvious. He doesn’t feel loved or needed, it’s probably torturing him to see Shiki with Gentoka but he knows she’s happy now and doesn’t want to make a scene, and Akifusa’s no longer there to talk him out of it and bolster his spirits with unflagging optimism. So yeah, fuck Furutsugu. Not in the way he’d want.)

I kinda love to hate him, though. He’s great inspiration for fanfic plots, largely because he still hits on Shiki after she’s married, and hating / mistrusting him is one of the few things Tomo and Aki agree on without question.

One of the high-rizz spellcasters. Not Warlock— Sorcerer or Bard? The source of his magic’s probably closer to Sorcerer (I think; I’ve never played his route), but he acts more like a stereotypical Bard. He’s flirty and plays the flute. Would gladly seduce a dragon if given the opportunity. Alignment: I’ll tentatively guess Chaotic Neutral. (Tempted to knock him down to Evil out of spite, but I’ll resist the urge.)

Kuso

Darling of the Internet. Everyone online who’s played Scarlet Fate, other than me, seems to have something nice to say about him.

I’ve heard his route is good, for people who haven’t fallen so desperately in love with Tomonori that the mere thought of “romancing” someone else breaks their hearts. Go play it and tell me if Tomo has any cute / snarky / sweet / sexy / romantic / just Tomo moments in it.

Probably some kind of -dere? He gives -dere vibes. I think there’s one that acts like a snob on the outside but secretly has a soft center. Yes. That is probably what he is.

From the scant knowledge I have of him, he uses magic to gain information a lot and is the only one who actually studies it. Divination Wizard. Alignment: Lawful Neutral, maybe? In Chapter 3 of Tomo’s route, he suggests they just let the tsuchigumo die and focus on the demon until Tomo points out that means they won’t be fighting the demon with full firepower. His objection to Tomo’s sly suggestion to “eliminate” the tsuchigumo is solely logical: that’s causing the exact thing Tomo claimed his plan would avoid. He gives off strong “rational scientist” vibes (layered on top of the -dere vibes).

Kodonomae

Shirtless eye candy.

Seems like a chill dude.

Eldritch Knight Fighter, maybe. Mostly uses a giant anime sword but can use some kind of water magic effectively. Alignment: no clue, but not Evil and probably not Lawful.

Aterui

Not over Gentoka. (Seriously, why is this guy even a romance option for Shiki? I got eight or nine chapters into his story, and although she was clearly crushing on him by that point, he still seemed much more interested in his old flame, pun intended.)

To clarify, I have nothing against gay people, or gay characters in otome. I just think it’s misleading for a romance game to make a route for a character who has no romantic or sexual interest in the player character— especially when he seems much more interested in someone else throughout the whole thing.

Honestly, just let me romance Aterui as Gentoka. That would be cool, and it would solve the issue of his lack of interest in Shiki. (Also, in a hypothetical world where they did release that route, they’d probably also have a route for Aki x Tomo, considering Tomo’s Winter Snowflakes story was released at the same time as Aterui’s. And considering Tomo’s idea of a joke when the two of them are “friends” is to tie Akifusa up with rope and calmly say he’s going to leave Aki outside to die, you know that route would be kinky as fuck.)

Either Neutral or Chaotic Evil in most routes. The guy’s a serial killer murdering nobles for revenge against an atrocity none of them have personally committed by this point. In his own route, from what I remember, his killing did have more of an immediate justification, so maybe he gets bumped up to Neutral there.

I don’t know what class he is. Does it matter? Barbarian or Fighter. He’s pretty angry, but I can’t tell if that’s just his default state of being or if he gets even angrier in a fight.

Maybe also into BDSM / a dom, but if he is, it’s exclusively physical sadism. Just sheer brutal violence. Then again, I’m basing that on the time he tried to choke Shiki to death, and I don’t know if he actually enjoyed that or if he was just losing his temper. Tomo clearly gets a kick out of tying people up, ordering them around, and “punishing” them in a few notable cases; Aterui just really likes committing violence and killing people.

…Please don’t hate me for saying any of that.

#hiiro no kakera 4 #shall we date: scarlet fate #scarlet fate #otome

[lokicat5]

Helloooooo Tumblr!

Wow, does it feel nice to be back! I missed this hellsite a lot more than I thought I did. 😅💖

Apologies for being away for so long, school’s been ✨fun✨ and with my first round of exams, trying to get a 13th year, friend-group drama, and all the other stuff that you deal with at the end of high school, it’s been harder to find the time to spend here. BUT I’ve also been working on a lil something, or, well, a couple lil somethings, that I think you’ll all enjoy 😄

Also, I still have no idea how to do the “long post” page break, so please bear with me 😅 it’s been a while, but I’ll remember my way around in a day or two.

SO

I know that way back when, I promised you guys some of my writing. I really did mean to share it, but I kept getting distracted and honestly, * laughs nervously * /it’s so bad/ 😅 and besides, I’ve got better things for you now anyways!

1. While I was gone, I started doing art (which I have to thank my best friend’s D&D campaign for, for inspiring me to try lol). And surprisingly, it doesn’t look half bad. It’s not the calibre of my friends’ art, it’s not even close, BUT I think it looks neat, and I’ll share some of it with you in a little bit. :D

2. I started writing a ✨novel series✨ that I’m pretty sure you’ll like. Do I have the whole plot in my head (or at least “had” before my latest project moved in)? Absolutely! Could I explain it all to you? 100%! Do I have it written down? Well… I do have basic plot written in one of my friend’s discord servers (because let’s be honest, ranting about it long-distance gets more written out than actually sitting down and /writing/), but I ALSO have a nice 12 page excerpt that I’d be happy to share once I figure out this long post thing 😅

And last but CERTAINLY not least I’ve got my latest brain-hog:

3. My campaign. Now, the friend’s D&D campaign from before is one of several being run in our little D&D group, and we all (will) take turns making and DMing a campaign (whether we’ve finished a campaign (or any campaigns) yet or not). I decided I’d start coming up with mine early on because I’d just get stuck and panic when (not if) I left it to the last minute (because procrastination go brr). Anyways, I used my friend’s campaign (the one I did art for) and my cousin’s crazy awesome campaign as inspiration, because if there’s one thing they’ve both got down, it’s lore. Lots, and LOTS, of lore. Like, almost-200-pages-worth, across-2-documents-and-they’re-going-to-make-it-a-novel kind of lore. The gods from their campaigns gave me the inspiration to be able to write mine, and so far, well, I think it’s going pretty amazingly.

Seriously though I’ve got so much brain rot it’s not even funny. I’m always happy to take questions if you’re interested, but I’ll be making a side blog (my first!!) to go into all the details about Tanavellar (my world :D) and the lore of the place.

I know it’s a lot for my “welcome back, me!” post, but I just want to share it all with you guys, and hope it can be as exciting and cool for you as it is for me! I also know that everyone here gives amazing feedback, so considering I grew a huge amount here (and that this is where I really started to come into my writing abilities), I feel like being able to work on things here with the guidance of much more experienced writers, artists, and DMs will really help me up my game. 😄💖

I want to say thanks to everyone who didn’t wander off while I was on hiatus, whether you meant it or not the loyalty’s appreciated 😅 I really am so excited to be back in this wonderful community though, and I can’t wait to see everything that I’ve missed!

UPDATE:

I’ve got my side blog up and running! If you’re interested and want to come check it out (which you totally should, but don’t worry if you don’t), you can find it all at @godsoftanavellar (please excuse the background stuff, it’ll get better as I finish more art 😅). I’m super excited for this, and I hope you enjoy it! :DDDDDDD

#it’s good to be back #I missed this place #but I really hope you check out my side blog #I’ve wanted to share this for a while #so now that I’m back I finally can! #:d <3

[the-firebird69]

We have a lot of court cases that went to Superior Court then the federal courts and it's with them and they're trying daily to get you stuff. And mac daddy is working with them it's a huge effort he said no wonder the kid is suffering and screaming and finally he figured it out no kidding these armies are against it and they're up in my face and they're up in your face and she's warlock and I don't know what else to do except be cheap s**** rather than run your code so I said to be a problem but it's really a solution and we see what it is and it's true that Daddy said that last part in our son and they don't know what to do and it's horrible. We have to pick up the ball and we have to pick up the pace and today. And we have to get groceries in here and we need to find some avenues and we need to do it pronto and Max says no he sees that the idiots on the other hardware stores so he says he wants one but not near so we're asking where it says where can you deliver block from and it's anywhere in the state so put in your Tallahassee he says and then I'll stick something in your car and we need to actually so we're going to put one up there and probably Gainesville and our son says good they're building a lot of stuff there I think and they are storms and schools and they always build with block this is the ideal block for it cuz they attach everything to the walls so we're going to go there and set up a distributor for Grossman's and several outlets and today and we're going to meet with Mack and arrange it. That's that's one item

-I need to have a lot more continuity here this is starting to fall apart already and we see the deal with Stan is a mess and Stan says I don't see any foreigners and how's it going to work so Stan how's it going to work if you don't and it won't this is how it's going to work if the foreign is still get here for me and it won't and you see in a bunch of retires that look like foreigners and foreigners that look like retards so he gets it it here and they're examining stuff so he understands that and it won't be the only group now he's starting to understand that too so it is working out and that's another issue with here but we've got to pick up some pieces and Max do and he does and foreigners and he's more like her way out of line they are way out of line

-we're going after Tommy f and Trump and company and we're not going to stop then what they're doing is ridiculous and I can't afford it they're nasty nonsense is over. I'm assigning teams and we're going in but first and foremost I want to see what it works and I want to use it here I'm going to list the things that work and they're obscure but they do work like crazy my son's doing is working asking for the contract early and doing it correctly is having a strong effect on the max paying his rent and get it through and have their seat come is having a strong effect on the max and others foreigners too they can see what they're up to and on Australia and they're about to gang up on them and on the clones who are there too it's going to be a huge War there in minutes hallelujah

-we have other issues here and we're finally complaints and we're bringing lawsuits we'd like to sue Dan for everything he's worth for a lifetime of suffering I'm going to start in Massachusetts again we were mentioning the course and everything went to federal court and they're working on it but nobody's trying to get anything to him that was mentioned in the documents they're trying to get him other stuff and doesn't matter what we want is what was in court so the procedure is to go back to the lower court and say they're doing nothing and start over again and you just keep doing it and hauling them in and they'll go to jail if they don't pay the second time and they'll go to jail over and over the blame our son and we're going to be in it Max don't want it but they're the ones enforcing the rules in the law and they believe it's them so they want it so we're going to start over again and he wants to see a list so we're going to send him a list

-there's several people that keep on disturbing your son and the walk by and they're yelling and they're saying stuff and we're going to stop them from doing it and it's all over town everywhere he goes every time he goes somewhere these people cannot handle what he does or is fame or who he is at all they're junk. He says a giant they're jumping up and down they can big we'll take him down that's great they have to get them over the Prilosec and the antidote might wipe out the Prilosec and they're trying to get it to him all the time now

-other areas of concern here are his housing we have to make sure it's secure and even though a rental agreement is ready we hear and they plan on executing it we need to make sure it gets done and help them to do it and assist into our part in the least and we have a lot of work to do and I looked at and we do there's a ton of people here who are opposed to it so we have to get stuff cooking all over the place to make sure these people can't do anything Australia is going to be a blaze in a moment and they'll be sucked there and that's good the Zealand is emptying of them and we're making sure they don't get away. The upper Midwest is going to be embroiled today shortly Jason will begin his attacks and he's a problem in Florida and we're sending Grossman's there and that will start fixing it because we don't like to be denied for something so stupid and logical and these blocks have been used before and for years in locations and they are up still like in Greece and Rome. And New York City and other. And the old buildings too and they're still solid as hell. We have a few more things about here

-it's a lot of people yelling stuff and just about anybody and we don't want them doing that they're doing this stream of conscious stuff you're hallucinating stuff and people aren't buying it and they're just pulling them in and that's fine but it doesn't happen quick enough at least not happen a few times to one person and you started yelling and they went after him and all these Mac showed up start beating the s*** out of them but it's too late the guy was a mess and ruined and they said it too he's gone and we didn't get here in time and then asked about him and he said I lost family and they said oh and then it's a fight they said and it's a fight they'll get and they may end up and they're kicking their ass here but we need to get in here now so I'm calling troops and I'm calling for units and calling for volunteers and I'll tell you what we need to do the boat thing in the car thing and the bike thing and the construction thing and all sorts of other stuff for innovation work restaurant work people sitting around doing nothing and there's a bunch of construction there's some roofing he said roofing this one out of 10 roofs in Charlotte county that need roofs or 20 and it's true, it is about 1 out of 15 that needs to replacement or repair or a new roof and we will start doing that and those are pretty high on so I mean that's a lot of rules and this other damage and all over town there's people looking for people to do the work they grab a car they call it the guy says it's too busy they say please remove your cards until you're not busy he says remove them for me so I can't do that. So it's happening everywhere and it's too busy so he says you just put a sign out on the street corner and you get busy or you put cards in the grocery store and you're busy and we'll go ahead and do that I'm tired of people saying we're too busy on the phone and we're going to watch that too to make sure that they don't take our cars and if they do we're going to put them back up put new ones and grab the people and just keep doing it it's repetitive job and we're going to get used to it it's like this everywhere and like here is no different apparently I'm going to start doing that today roofing is a great one and all these houses going to have mold in them and they'll be useless so we have to get going on it

-there's some sort of exchange going on between oil companies and these people and it's not us it's other people who think they still own and control the oil and we keep telling them not to do it and it's not true and they believe that there's a problem with it and they keep looking and there isn't and we keep telling them it's these people and it's kind of stupid because. It does nothing and they keep saying it. So we're going to have a meeting in Florida probably at a convention center with oil companies gas companies and people here I'm going to tell them what's going on and construction too as a matter of fact it's a great idea he says it's Thursday you have it tomorrow for both and all over in big places at the same time and then you roll it into a show the next day and you can't do an oil products but you can do it on automobiles and we're going to do that but then roll it over from construction and we're doing construction or even take half the building it's even a better idea so we don't have a low profile and Thursday which is today go to work and we're going to get tons of Intel and we need it

Thor Freya

I have ideas too and I'm putting them in the pipe and keep it quiet but they're like 10 of them and their major ideas and they work one of them is the bus lines they don't run them and they don't do anything and we need them and we need them to run and we need to run now and the airports are abysmal there's like one flight a week so we're going to come in and try and take over the airports and it's these idiots in the way and we also are going to have to ship building elsewhere for the airport and we're moving to take over JetBlue and allegiant and other airlines and Mac isn't and we just simply run the airline but these airports are strategic importance for us we need them opened and we're losing them right now they're deteriorating and security is deteriorating and it's ordering us to send in infiltrated us right now and that's to hold it and we're going to meet and discuss how to take them there's other stuff that we're doing and boats and boat shows and we're holding our own and we're doing a lot of it and hard not kicker 5150 they're selling like madness and he said that we can go to a flea markets and sell the flea market and have a site where we load up a huge amount of them and just tell them to go pick it up and you can pay there and show them a picture of it and tell them where it is and if they don't want to go that's fine but they'll be a ton of people I believe that's a good idea and I'm going to start that too

I have like seven more ideas I'm going to implement one of them is about the beach they keep saying they're going to keep our son here our friend here actually my husband and he is my friend he says but he's not my son he says and I know that you know what I mean and he also stuff going to have to wait on you hand and foot too and someone's growing for a few days LOL okay maybe longer than that but okay so down the beaches they need to clean it up there are several efforts to do it and we want to contribute by helping and offering equipment for them to use and for them to get helping them to get approval and stuff and open up things so they start doing stuff right now they don't have shows they don't even have craft shows and the old people are getting sick and tired and it's really bad and the crafts are okay they're not real big sellers but they sell to tourists and friends and stuff. But really they go to flea markets all the time so we're going to go to some flea markets it's hard not kick her 5150 and with the new chopper and with the existing bobber chopper that's going to open up a big huge thing that's going to be great and big boat shows too out in the middle of the field if we have to and he says this huge parking lots available and there are so we're going to rent them and we're going to do that soon they can haul a huge boats in with big trucks real big big trucks and hopefully we can put them in the water but if not you can leave them on the trailer and people can go up inside while it's on the trailer maybe three people at time it doesn't make a damn difference they say they have to be off the trailer and so we have a way of doing that too this is bring some big equipment down and we're going to do that. House shows he's got a whole bunch of ideas but really the pop-up ideas great having a prefab home there on blocks is a great idea and they actually like it cuz we can make a real sturdy wood floor it's been concrete and like tongue and groove it and they're going to go ahead and do that they can make home show with home in it I'm going to make our own home shows so I'm working on those ideas too I'm almost back up to 10. We put on our own Auto show as what we thought to do but we can sell lots of cars meaning you come down with a bunch of cars in the field and get a permit and just start selling them and the dealers will probably start calling. And we need to educate the dealers so we're going to send sales people down we need to do that today all this needs to start today he says it's going to get a big boost when we do the oil companies in the home show and items today and we talked to him about the discrepancies and that's a great idea so I'm going to write it all up and start it in the pipe and get teams going

Hera

We need this and it's energy and energy and he wants to get the teams going himself but he can't and he wants to help her and he can't he's trying to help her now and she's going to do it and we're going to help her in his stead and it's a great idea these are awesome things to do. And the flea market ideas awesome too we can sell a bunch of stuff there and we'll go to that one that's already set up and but get a boost and ask what it is and ask for the license and a check and we have license for their own company to check with our company and with the state and it's going to check out because we are legitimate. And we're going to go ahead and do it now and they sell just about everything there. And we are also in trouble in one area it's here and his rental agreement is something we're fighting it should be okay we're manning up and we need to man it up a lot more and we know it but there's other things with him that are a big problem. He's being surveilled by everybody they're all watching him for every single stupid mistake every dumb thing he's doing everything that could be illegal and we don't like it and we have to see what it is he's mentioned it quite a bit they're watching me so close but the same stuff that is very mean and very odd and stupid and doesn't mean anything but they want to try and extort something maybe so we have to go after it a lot harder and we need to do that today starting now and we need to infiltrate in order to do it and there's reasons to infiltrate and they're very very poignant they keep sending orders out against ours so I'm sending orders for us to go after those people and to infiltrate and stay and he wants bases built stat big ones we have plans to do it we're building other stuff top side another areas but he wants to hire more and get Cruise here now and they can cycle out and we'll just keep doing that and we're doing that elsewhere but here we need troops now and we need people to build the base now and he's asking why we can't use existing bunkers and just move them and say it's kind of hard to get them in there and it says cut them up and glue them together and it'll be a block analogy. We're going ahead and doing that 60s or 20x20 so they said you make them 20x20x20 three of them and we're moving on it now doesn't take as much effort to cut them so we're going to prep them and we're going to remove them and we're going to cut them and take them down tonight and we're going to have probably about 50 20s

Thor Freya

The last idea was killer and we heard you thinking it for quite some time and we're wondering why we didn't do it and I thought it was you but it's not what you're saying is any idea like that would be welcome and we have several other areas we can use and we're going to go ahead with it

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Crucial things to look for in a moving company!

There are several important factors that you have to take into consideration when you are preparing for a move. In addition to collecting packing material and figuring out transportation services, you are also likely to be looking on for a moving professional. And if you are really for one, then there could be no one better than Agarwal packers as they are well-known service movers offering safe and hassle-free moving services.

In fact, hiring movers is a great way to ease the entire moving process. While it definitely increases the cost of your entire plan but that will totally be worth it. There is a lot of relief that comes off with passing your responsibility to others. Professional movers will take over the heavy lifting tasks along with providing you an assurance that your move runs smoother and ultimately free your time up for other important activities on your moving day.

On the other hand, many people even have bad experiences while relocating with a moving company. Heading to Google and typing packing and moving companies near me would help you to get a long list of names, but not all of them can be trusted. You should do more digging as it is a matter of your valuable belongings and you cannot risk them for sure. Here are the 7 things that you should always consider when looking for a moving company:

Recommendations and references from people you know

Online portals may not be the most reliable source to start your search for a moving company but your friends and relatives are. If you know any of the people in your area who have some kind of moving experience with a professional then you should talk to them and get the details of that particular mover. Someone from you may know will also have a bad experience or there are chances they hit you with a bunch of unexpected charges or expenses that are nowhere listed on the company’s website. Likely someone may have a wonderful experience with a company which is just a start up. If you start seeking references from your friends, you might reach out to the right decision.

Positive review

Once you have shortlisted a few names of the company, use online reviews to learn more about them. People generally post reviews after they have a really good experience or a really bad one and both of them are important to know before you hire a moving professional. You can easily read the reviews from many review portals available online or on the company’s social media accounts.

A successful moving record

Get the idea of the track record and reputation of a company in the industry. Based on the information online, you should be able to get the general idea of their record as far as being on time, keep prices fair, and maintaining the condition of valuables. Unless you have a couple of really good recommendations about a moving company, go for the one who has proven their capability.

License and insurance services

Avoid using a moving that is not licensed and insured. Any group of people can buy a truck and call themselves professionals, but only those who are officially licensed have legal rights to pack, move, and protect your property. Therefore, before relying examine the credentials and certification documents of a moving company.

Weird rates and charges

When you call a mover to book service, they will give you a rate based on the size and volume of goods along with the distance between the origin and destination location. However, keep in mind this is a base rate and it does not include the additional packing and other services that you may have opted for. Moving companies cannot give you a set estimate over the phone, but they can give you a general idea of how much you will be spending. Make sure to ask what covers an extra fee and if the company is not coming with the information, switch to another company quickly.

A perfect fit for your needs

Every move comes up with different needs. Whether you are moving 4 BHK or a studio apartment, you need to make sure that the moving company you have hired cover up all the things properly. Think about your individual needs and then ask the right set of questions to ensure you are picking up the right partner. Some things that must be considered are:

Check if the company has a moving vehicle that is the correct size to both fit all of your boxes and furniture by abiding by any physical restrictions of your property.

Check if the company is available in a time frame that satisfies your needs as you expected and can guarantee pickup and delivery dates and times that are feasible for you.

Check if the company can provide additional packing material as required, such as moving bubble wraps, cloth cartons, etc.

Beware of spurious mover

Millions of people relocate almost every year, and while only a small percentage of moving companies are a fraud. To verify a moving company is truthful, check if they have an active license, look up their service records and make sure they have a physical address.

Competition is at a peak in the moving industry and regardless of where you live, you are bound to have quite a few options to choose from. Do your searches, ask around, and do not hesitate to look for some other option if a company raises red flags. Overall, you want a company with a proven history of security, authenticity, and a high quality of service.

You may only be using the moving company for just one day, but a lot of them can go wrong. The more you put the effort into searching for a perfect moving company, the fewer efforts you will have to put into dealing and handling possible potential mishaps.  

Look for these 7 things while searching for a moving company and you will surely get the best moving assistance from Agarwal packers and movers for your upcoming move.

Happy Moving!

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