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hHi Miss Raven!! I wanted to ask about which boys you think are best at being lie dectors? For exmaple if someone lies to them, which boys can catch them in the lie?
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To answer this question, I only considered the main 22 NRC students.
Please also note that just because I did not include a character in my response, it doesn’t mean I think they’re terrible at telling when someone is lying or can’t tell when someone is lying; it just means I don’t think they’re as adept at detecting it as others in the cast are.
Anyway, here’s my list (in no particular order other than by dorm):
Trey -- This one’s easy; Trey is like the ONLY person to have noticed that Cater and Rook were lying and/or being evasive about the truth. No one else realized that Cater actually hates sweets or that Rook isn’t comfortable talking about himself to others, but TREY did.
Cater -- This is mainly because if he really wanted to, Cater could hunt down anyone’s information on social media to discredit or to confirm something. You’d be shocked to know how much dirt you can dig up online. Cater is also just very emotionally in-tune with, and socially aware of, others!
Leona -- In Jamil’s School Uniform vignette, Leona notably points out that Jamil’s face doesn’t match his thoughts, and that Jamil’s eyes “always glare”. Leona knew that Jamil was putting up a facade and that he posed a danger to Kalim even when Jamil wasn’t doing anything suspicious. This prince has got good instincts and observation skills on him!
Ruggie -- Honestly, I can see Ruggie learning the common physical tells of a liar (such as avoiding eye contact or having twitchy hands or eyes) so that he can avoid getting scammed himself. After all... it takes a liar to know a liar!!
Azul -- He’s generally a very observant guy, and with information on all of the student body, it’s hard to think that he wouldn’t have a tentacle or two writhing out to grasp for the truth in every matter. Azul tends to notice little things that no one else does, and makes educated guesses based on them. For example, Azul says that he notices that Jamil always scores in the middle in every subject, but to even do such a thing consistently requires a lot of skill in of itself. Thus, Azul suspected that Jamil was purposefully scoring in the middle, and can, in reality, perform much better than that.
Jade -- Shock the Heart aside, Jade is one of the two that deals in Azul’s dirty work, and seems to serve as the main informant of the Octatrio. With all that blackmail knowledge behind him, he can have an extensive understanding of anyone, and thus also understand their habits, beliefs, and what they are likely to lie about.
Jamil -- This one’s mostly because he’s always on high alert and cautious, especially in situations that involve Kalim. Of course Jamil will be suspicious of everyone and vigilant for those who may betray him (and thus betray and/or harm Kalim in the process). Look in a mirror, Jamil--
Vil -- As an A list actor, Vil can tell mediocre acting from the real deal, and this extends to lies. There’s many instances in which Vil expresses a distrust of others because he believes their characters are shady, or that the words they offer are potentially false ones (Azul’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes, Jade’s Dorm Uniform vignettes, all those times when Vil tells Epel he knows Epel cuts loose whenever he thinks the dorm leader isn’t around to watch him, etc).
Rook -- Huntsman. That’s it, just huntsman. If he can tell your height and weight from a single glance, what makes you think he can’t tell when you’re lying to his face? Huntsman.
Ortho -- Ortho’s a robot, and that means his abilities can surpass those of living beings. Being a machine, Ortho can LITERALLY be a lie detector, which reads physical reactions (like sweating, heart rate, etc.) to determine if a subject is lying. Of course, giving off a physical reaction doesn’t ALWAYS mean someone is lying (it could just be the nerves, and some expert liars may not give a reaction at all), but I think it’s totally possible for Idia to equip his little brother with other tools to help him tell lies from truth. Like... what’s stopping Ortho from instantly searching online/on someone’s socials and filtering out relevant information to see if it’s a lie or not? What’s stopping Idia from installing a program specifically for detecting lies? Nothing, really.  And maybe Ortho wouldn’t be good at it when he was first created, but I can see him improving at it over time with the more data he collects. That’s how machine learning works; keep feeding it information and the machine gets more accurate with its predictions.
Lilia -- With age comes wisdom. As a long-lived elder fae, Lilia has a ton of life experience under his belt. He can use all of his experience and knowledge to his advantage when determining if someone’s telling the truth or not. It also helps that he has raised a few kids; he’ll be able to sniff out those little white lies kids tell, too!
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azulashengrottospiano · 9 months
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i guess i'll trust DOYLE for now 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
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respectthepetty · 1 year
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Bai Ling tells Xun'An to go back to his first love and not "make the same mistake" at the beginning of the episode.
And that's exactly what Xun'An did. He's been reexamining his relationship with Qiran and realizing he doesn't want to make the same mistake.
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Qiran never saw Xun'An as a person with feelings...for him. Qiran thought Xun'An was perfect and made the decision for both of them that their relationship wouldn't work before even giving it a try although he was fully aware of how much Xun'An cared for him because Qiran didn't trust himself to love Xun'An. Now Qiran is back believing that Xun'An is still waiting for him.
Bai Ling does the same. He doesn't allow Xun'An to have a say. He dismisses Xun'An's feelings in favor of his own. He is selfish the same way Qiran was. He doesn't think he can love Xun'An the way he deserves because he thinks he is perfect, so he doesn't even try. When he does realize how much he likes Xun'An, he believes he will still be waiting for him.
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But Qiran and Bai Ling both meet resistance. Xun'An said love was being there for each other, but he is the only one consistently present. He is the only one considering the other person's feelings. He is trying unlike the others who give up quickly.
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And he won't make the same mistake.
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mxwhore · 5 months
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december is gonna be so fucking intense bruh
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S5 of Breaking Bad is just Mike and Walter literally fighting for custody over Jesse in a lawyer’s office so Walter shoots Mike :( so then Walter gets custody of Jesse only to uhh immediately give it away
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jademint2581 · 3 months
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his eyes trigger my fight or flight instinct but i still have the urge to babygirlify him
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...marsala wine flavoured motherfucker.
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satirn · 8 months
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ithink more people should embrace they/them \ neo pronouns for zim. i think if he figured out neopronouns he would like them.
" an exclusive title for refering to specific people, must mean they're important."
and then when dib tries to out zim as an alien all his classmates are like
"wow ur really gonna bully the neurodivergent minor queer kid, good for you mr internalized homophobia"
then dib checks twitter and zims account has "tall/tallself and normal/normalself" in his bio and cant say anything without looking like a hypocrite bc he also has neopronouns in his bio.
uhhh tldr they them your zims 👍. maybe even your dibs. theire judst like me fr
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elvisabutler · 1 year
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caught in a trap pt. 4
fandom: elvis ( 2022 ) pairing: elvis/living past 42, past priscilla/elvis, current priscilla and elvis loving each other too much always. several bits of linda/elvis. word count: 1768. rating: t, tbh. it's got cursing, it's got elvis's drug use. warnings: drug use. the usual bullshit with elvis. use of the word mommy in relation to refer to a significant other. implied terror/fear from a child. the colonel being the colonel. author's note: i don't. i'm not even gonna pretend i have an excuse. also reading my pairings and author notes for this fic now that i write real elvis is hilarious to me. whoever reads this, enjoy. gonna try and finish it by the new year. we'll see. i don't know. previous parts can be found in the masterlist. y'all know this is a fix it fic. this really is just austin elvis vs elvis elvis. i just kind of borrowed elements to fit my needs. directly previous part here.
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The thing about Priscilla is that in the entire time Elvis has known her she's been a fabulous listener. Even after they've gotten divorced she still listens when he calls sure the conversations are usually a bit- a lot- shorter but Elvis takes what he can get with her even though he has Linda and even though Priscilla has moved on. It's perhaps a little codependent still but he never claimed that he's necessarily the most healthy when it came to his relationships. So sue him for wanting to keep his ex-wife closer to him than any man probably has any right to.
She listens as Elvis talks- as Elvis tells her what Jerry had told him that- as much as he's loathe to admit it might have made him pass out like he did. He expects her to be more shocked, more taken aback by the knowledge but instead he's greeted by a lack of reaction that if he wasn't so bone tired and exhausted and it wasn't Priscilla acting that way- it would have likely lead to him biting her head off. Instead it just lets his anger deflate, allows him to relax to a certain degree. He likes to think that's just Priscilla's effect on him sometimes, but he knows it's more just her knowing him better than almost anyone.
"I'm gonna fire 'im, 'Cilla. I did, but- everythin' ain't finalized yet, we're doing that tomorrow, but I'll finally be done wit' him." Elvis says as he finishes catching her up, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Priscilla has shifted a few times in her chair, and her feet are currently planted firmly on the ground as she leans forward, eyeing Elvis as if he's a puzzle that needs solving. It takes her a moment before she stops giving him that look and just lets out a very heavy sigh, shaking her head just slightly. "Remember the last time you told me you were firing the colonel you ended up here. remember what I said Elvis?”
His lip curls up into something faintly resembling the beginning of a snarl. Was Priscilla really bringing that up? Bringing up how he promised her that "business was business" and that he "owed it to his face to let him know in person" as if the Colonel would have done the same thing for him, granted him the same sort of courtesy. There's a part of him that knows she's right, knows that he had said that he was going to fire him only to be stuck under the multiple feet of snow like she predicted but it still bothers him to have her point it out. Jerry looks at Elvis from his chair, waiting for him to actually say something in answer to what Priscilla said before Elvis just sighs and shakes his head. "Don't let him clip your wings, yeah, 'Cilla, I remember. It's different this time."
She licks at her lips slowly before humming softly. "What's different about it, baby? You're really done this time? Can't stand being in the snowstorm any more?"
"Somethin'- 'Cilla, I don't know, a'ight? I don't know! I just don't wanna be doin' this. Don't wanna be slavin' away for 'im only to realize I ain't got nothin' to show for it but a daughter I don't get to see and a body that's breakin' down faster than I can try and fix it." He know he shouldn't yell, shouldn't be like this to Priscilla but his frustration about all of this is getting to him. His regrets about everything are starting to get to him. He could be so much happier right now, he could- he could be touring the world. Even- He could still be married to Priscilla but even if he wasn't he could take Linda around the world. Hell, he could take all his girls around the world. They deserve it for what they've done for him.
He waits for Priscilla to get up, to remind him that as much as she loves him, she did not come here to be yelled at, to have him be belligerent at her, but she doesn't. Instead she turns to look at Jerry and motions to the door. "Can you give us a minute? For us to talk." A pause. "Alone."
Which is to say she didn't want to have any interruptions from him or anyone else Memphis Mafia related or even Linda. This was strictly a conversation she wanted between the pair of them. Jerry nods moving to stand up and crossing the room in a few strides. "I'll be outside, Priscilla." He nods at Elvis. "EP."
Priscilla stands up as soon as Jerry leaves the room and moves to sit on the bed, not bothering to ask for permission because what's a lack of space between someone you've been married to and as much as she is sometimes loathe to admit it but someone who knows practically every bit of you because he had a hand in helping shape it.
“Is she taking care of you still?” Priscilla as she moves to stroke his hair gently. It feels soft like she remembers. “I know you said she-”
“You know how I get, ‘Cilla. Could be takin’ care of me in the best way and I’d find a way to still mess it up.” Elvis laughs softly even though none of what he said was actually funny to either one of them.
"I do." She answers with her own huff of a laugh before her hand moves to his cheek, stroking it as he leans into her touch. “You look tired.”
Elvis doesn't speak for a moment, instead just focusing on how gentle Priscilla's touch feels, at how it feels like a cool balm against his skin and how it touches something and settles something in him that even Linda can't touch on her days that he's feeling so goddamn small. He shrugs when he finally does speak. “Stopped takin’ the amphetamines, course I’m a little tired.”
"You-" She stops herself and just looks into Elvis's blue eyes for any trace of a lie. "For Lisa?"
His answering nod is slow and rather measured as he tries to figure out if he wants to answer her beyond that. She deserves an actual answer out of him one complete with words and an acknowledgment of the exact reasons why. "Can't have her being scared of me. 'Course I did, 'Cilla. For her."
Maybe a bit for himself, if only because it meant he'd still be able to see her, still be able to do some of the things he wanted in his life even if he was confined to doing what he had been doing. His eyes don't leave Priscilla as he watches her face cycle through multiple emotions ranging from what he thinks might be pride and honest delight. For a moment he feels like he does when he sometimes calls Linda Mommy and he scrunches up his face. She finally speaks in a whisper. "Thank you."
For putting their daughter first, for doing something she asked him do so many times, for doing something she knows will help him in the long run even if the effects right now aren't pleasant.
Elvis just shrugs before leaning against Priscilla. "You gonna head t'the hotel? Don't know if I'll be any good company right now."
She opens her mouth to answer, fully intending to say no immediately before she shuts it and just looks at Elvis and sees the tiredness in his face, in his shoulders- in every part of his body. Her answer changes as she takes all of that in and processes it. "I'm tired as you, baby. I can stay here."
A hum leaves Elvis's throat before he can stop it. He doesn't need Priscilla, he's got Linda and Priscilla isn't his first love but- she's also just- she's his 'Cilla. He should tell her no but he's missed her, missed being like this. "If you wanna."
Her choice, not his for once because he's not in any state to choose anything for anyone. Her reply is simply to scoot closer to him and start to doze off. Somehow her presence- or maybe it's just whatever the hospital has him on has him dozing off before he can even really register what's happening.
Jerry leaves some time and that's the only explanation Elvis has for the paper he finds on the little table by his bed and the only explanation he has for his father looking so dejected in the chair that Jerry had formerly been in. At some point his glasses had been taken off and he nudges at Priscilla to see if she can find them as he grabs the paper and tries to focus on the words in front of him. He can't quite read it until Priscilla comes back with his glasses and there's a part of him that wishes she hadn't have brought them after he does read.
“The hell is this?” He asks his lips curling into a pure snarl as he stares down at the paper.
“A bill for services rendered by Jamboree Attractions." His father answers, pursing his lips and exhaling as he does. "The Colonel dropped it off while you were sleeping with Priscilla."
"While I was sleepin', course the goddamn toad did." Because the Colonel can't ever do anything normal, can't give him the decency he knows he deserves. His eyes zero in on one note in particular that has him sitting up and has Priscilla stopping even the vaguest attempt to sit back in the bed with him. “Gas for- I didn’t ask him to come to the hayride! How- is this thing full of bullshit like this?”
Vernon for his part doesn't look phased at the question and shrugs. "I don't know, son, that's why I'm here, I figure we can look over it and- talk to the Colonel. Make arrangements-"
Priscilla cuts him off and places a short kiss to Elvis's forehead. "I'll be at the the hotel if you need me, baby."
Elvis watches her leave and frowns as she does before turning back to his father. "We'll look over it, but unless tha' arrangement ends in me still firin' 'im, I ain't payin' attention to it. I ain't takin' him back."
There's a long drawn out sigh that comes from Vernon before he looks at Elvis and shakes his head. "You might have to." A pause. "Let me see the damage, son."
It is more damage than he thought it would be.
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it would be nice to have testosterone it would be nice to have the drive to work on the things i dont want to do it would be nice to be able to be nonbinary without forcing myself to be uber-masc it would be nice to learn to trust people it would be nice to be better at art it would be nice to learn to accessorise and dress nicely it would be nice to stop existing
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Watching "Bitter Lake: Trust Is a Fickle Thing" being like well, Hollywood should have to learn things
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stranger-awakening · 1 year
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ok besties how are we feeling about the stranger things spin off cartoon that was announced????
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thelonereplicunt · 7 months
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Of course. Men can be fickle, but birds I always trust.
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thisloev · 8 months
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#my dad is so fucking#frustrating i fucking hate him so much#why can't he just stick to one thing? if you've decided to be an asshole then be a goddamn asshole#why these random bursts of affection and caring I HATE IT it hurts me more than you scolding me#because your love is so fucking conditional and fickle and i never know what to do to keep receiving it#and it makes me question everything about myself my thoughts my relationships whether if im actually ever right when im mad at people#it makes me think oh maybe it was me i understoof them wrong i can never fuckinh trust my judgement#like feeling unloved is all MY fault i am the one who can never get enough#i still don't know if that's true#broken three different relationships and I still don't know this about myself everytime i was like i don't feel like you love me and they#were like what no ofcourse i do but if you can't see it then fine fuck off i give up#he said he is concerned about my weight because he's scared i might get some diseases like thyroid (bc mum has it) or pcod or something???#like dude why tf did u not just say that pehle 😭😭😭😭 i spent like 5 days feeling miserable not eating properly because i thought you#hated my appearance all my fragile self esteem it's all broken now i can't eat dinner without thinking about you saying don't you dare have#dinner if you feel hungry just drink water#and the worst part is i can't even skip dinner because it gives me a horrible headache the next morning and then i can't study and work#which btw YOU can absolutely not tolerate i gave up on being happy for your dreams im just trying to make you proud and happiness feels#like a far fetched dream now but i keep going everyday because im so close to the finish line and maybe if i do this you would finally be#happy with me love me#i told him that my first loan file got sanctioned today and he was so fucking happy so proud so soft like eat the dragonfruit i brought for#you okay it's so tasty and take care of yourself celebrate this little win you've worked hard#like just. please. don't confuse me you saying shit like this made me sob so much harder than all your angry words
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clownwwx · 9 months
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OOP
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exquisitelyeco · 10 months
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Who can free me from this body of death?
I cannot change the person I am, What I became and be, The grumpiness, the mercilessness, the legalist that is me. I cannot change this hardened heart, The warmonger that I am, That even when love comes to me I shut up like a clam, I look at those beatitudes, Behold them in despair, For how can I, in my own strength ever get to there? I do not love my neighbour, I do not love my…
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