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hellomynameisbisexual · 3 years

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Here's a shortlist of those who realized that I — a cis woman who'd identified as heterosexual for decades of life — was in fact actually bi, long before I realized it myself recently: my sister, all my friends, my boyfriend, and the TikTok algorithm.

On TikTok, the relationship between user and algorithm is uniquely (even sometimes uncannily) intimate. An app which seemingly contains as many multitudes of life experiences and niche communities as there are people in the world, we all start in the lowest common denominator of TikTok. Straight TikTok (as it's popularly dubbed) initially bombards your For You Page with the silly pet videos and viral teen dances that folks who don't use TikTok like to condescendingly reduce it to.

Quickly, though, TikTok begins reading your soul like some sort of divine digital oracle, prying open layers of your being never before known to your own conscious mind. The more you use it, the more tailored its content becomes to your deepest specificities, to the point where you get stuff that's so relatable that it can feel like a personal attack (in the best way) or (more dangerously) even a harmful trigger from lifelong traumas.

For example: I don't know what dark magic (read: privacy violations) immediately clued TikTok into the fact that I was half-Brazilian, but within days of first using it, Straight TikTok gave way to at first Portuguese-speaking then broader Latin TikTok. Feeling oddly seen (being white-passing and mostly American-raised, my Brazilian identity isn't often validated), I was liberal with the likes, knowing that engagement was the surefire way to go deeper down this identity-affirming corner of the social app.

TikTok made lots of assumptions from there, throwing me right down the boundless, beautiful, and oddest multiplicities of Alt TikTok, a counter to Straight TikTok's milquetoast mainstreamness.

Home to a wide spectrum of marginalized groups, I was giving out likes on my FYP like Oprah, smashing that heart button on every type of video: from TikTokers with disabilities, Black and Indigenous creators, political activists, body-stigma-busting fat women, and every glittering shade of the LGBTQ cornucopia. The faves were genuine, but also a way to support and help offset what I knew about the discriminatory biases in TikTok's algorithm.

My diverse range of likes started to get more specific by the minute, though. I wasn't just on general Black TikTok anymore, but Alt Cottagecore Middle-Class Black Girl TikTok (an actual label one creator gave her page's vibes). Then it was Queer Latina Roller Skating Girl TikTok, Women With Non-Hyperactive ADHD TikTok, and then a double whammy of Women Loving Women (WLW) TikTok alternating between beautiful lesbian couples and baby bisexuals.

Looking back at my history of likes, the transition from queer “ally” to “salivating simp” is almost imperceptible.

There was no one precise "aha" moment. I started getting "put a finger down" challenges that wouldn't reveal what you were putting a finger down for until the end. Then, 9-fingers deep (winkwink), I'd be congratulated for being 100% bisexual. Somewhere along the path of getting served multiple WLW Disney cosplays in a single day and even dom lesbian KinkTok roleplay — or whatever the fuck Bisexual Pirate TikTok is — deductive reasoning kind of spoke for itself.

But I will never forget the one video that was such a heat-seeking missile of a targeted attack that I was moved to finally text it to my group chat of WLW friends with a, "Wait, am I bi?" To which the overwhelming consensus was, "Magic 8 Ball says, 'Highly Likely.'"

Serendipitously posted during Pride Month, the video shows a girl shaking her head at the caption above her head, calling out confused and/or closeted queers who say shit like, "I think everyone is a LITTLE bisexual," to the tune of "Closer" by The Chainsmokers. When the lyrics land on the word "you," she points straight at the screen — at me — her finger and inquisitive look piercing my hopelessly bisexual soul like Cupid's goddamn arrow.

Oh no, the voice inside my head said, I have just been mercilessly perceived.

As someone who had, in fact, done feminist studies at a tiny liberal arts college with a gender gap of about 70 percent women, I'd of course dabbled. I've always been quick to bring up the Kinsey scale, to champion a true spectrum of sexuality, and to even declare (on multiple occasions) that I was, "straight, but would totally fuck that girl!"

Oh no, the voice inside my head returned, I've literally just been using extra words to say I was bi.

After consulting the expertise of my WLW friend group (whose mere existence, in retrospect, also should've clued me in on the flashing neon pink, purple, and blue flag of my raging bisexuality), I ran to my boyfriend to inform him of the "news."

"Yeah, baby, I know. We all know," he said kindly.

"How?!" I demanded.

Well for one, he pointed out, every time we came across a video of a hot girl while scrolling TikTok together, I'd without fail watch the whole way through, often more than once, regardless of content. (Apparently, straight girls do not tend to do this?) For another, I always breathlessly pointed out when we'd pass by a woman I found beautiful, often finding a way to send a compliment her way. ("I'm just a flirt!" I used to rationalize with a hand wave, "Obvs, I'm not actually sexually attracted to them!") Then, I guess, there were the TED Talk-like rants I'd subject him to about the thinly veiled queer relationship in Adventure Time between Princess Bubblegum and Marcelyne the Vampire Queen — which the cowards at Cartoon Network forced creators to keep as subtext!

And, well, when you lay it all out like that...

But my TikTok-fueled bisexual awakening might actually speak less to the omnipotence of the app's algorithm, and more to how heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

Sure, TikTok bombarded me with the thirst traps of my exact type of domineering masc lady queers, who reduced me to a puddle of drool I could no longer deny. But I also recalled a pivotal moment in college when I briefly questioned my heterosexuality, only to have a lesbian friend roll her eyes and chastise me for being one of those straight girls who leads Actual Queer Women on. I figured she must know better. So I never pursued any of my lady crushes in college, which meant I never experimented much sexually, which made me conclude that I couldn't call myself bisexual if I'd never had actual sex with a woman. I also didn't really enjoy lesbian porn much, though the fact that I'd often find myself fixating on the woman during heterosexual porn should've clued me into that probably coming more from how mainstream lesbian porn is designed for straight men.

The ubiquity of heterormativity, even when unwittingly perpetrated by members of the queer community, is such an effective self-sustaining cycle. Aside from being met with queer-gating (something I've since learned bi folks often experience), I had a hard time identifying my attraction to women as genuine attraction, simply because it felt different to how I was attracted to men.

Heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

So much of women's sexuality — of my sexuality — can feel defined by that carnivorous kind of validation you get from men. I met no societal resistance in fully embodying and exploring my desire for men, either (which, to be clear, was and is insatiable slut levels of wanting that peen.) But in retrospect, I wonder how many men I slept with not because I was truly attracted to them, but because I got off on how much they wanted me.

My attraction to women comes with a different texture of eroticism. With women (and bare with a baby bi, here), the attraction feels more shared, more mutual, more tender rather than possessive. It's no less raw or hot or all-consuming, don't get me wrong. But for me at least, it comes more from a place of equality rather than just power play. I love the way women seem to see right through me, to know me, without us really needing to say a word.

I am still, as it turns out, a sexual submissive through-and-through, regardless of what gender my would-be partner is. But, ignorantly and unknowingly, I'd been limiting my concept of who could embody dominant sexual personas to cis men. But when TikTok sent me down that glorious rabbit hole of masc women (who know exactly what they're doing, btw), I realized my attraction was not to men, but a certain type of masculinity. It didn't matter which body or genitalia that presentation came with.

There is something about TikTok that feels particularly suited to these journeys of sexual self-discovery and, in the case of women loving women, I don't think it's just the prescient algorithm. The short-form video format lends itself to lightning bolt-like jolts of soul-bearing nakedness, with the POV camera angles bucking conventions of the male gaze, which entrenches the language of film and TV in heterosexual male desire.

In fairness to me, I'm far from the only one who missed their inner gay for a long time — only to have her pop out like a queer jack-in-the-box throughout a near year-long quarantine that led many of us to join TikTok. There was the baby bi mom, and scores of others who no longer had to publicly perform their heterosexuality during lockdown — only to realize that, hey, maybe I'm not heterosexual at all?

Flooded with video after video affirming my suspicions, reflecting my exact experiences as they happened to others, the change in my sexual identity was so normalized on TikTok that I didn't even feel like I needed to formally "come out." I thought this safe home I'd found to foster my baby bisexuality online would extend into the real world.

But I was in for a rude awakening.

Testing out my bisexuality on other platforms, casually referring to it on Twitter, posting pictures of myself decked out in a rainbow skate outfit (which I bought before realizing I was queer), I received nothing but unquestioning support and validation. Eventually, I realized I should probably let some members of my family know before they learned through one of these posts, though.

Daunted by the idea of trying to tell my Latina Catholic mother and Swiss Army veteran father (who's had a crass running joke about me being a "lesbian" ever since I first declared myself a feminist at age 12), I chose the sibling closest to me. Seeing as how gender studies was one of her majors in college too, I thought it was a shoo-in. I sent an off-handed, joke-y but serious, "btw I'm bi now!" text, believing that's all that would be needed to receive the same nonchalant acceptance I found online.

It was not.

I didn't receive a response for two days. Hurt and panicked by what was potentially my first mild experience of homophobia, I called them out. They responded by insisting we need to have a phone call for such "serious" conversations. As I calmly tried to express my hurt on said call, I was told my text had been enough to make this sibling worry about my mental wellbeing. They said I should be more understanding of why it'd be hard for them to (and I'm paraphrasing) "think you were one way for twenty-eight years" before having to contend with me deciding I was now "something else."

But I wasn't "something else," I tried to explain, voice shaking. I hadn't knowingly been deceiving or hiding this part of me. I'd simply discovered a more appropriate label. But it was like we were speaking different languages. Other family members were more accepting, thankfully. There are many ways I'm exceptionally lucky, my IRL environment as supportive as Baby Bi TikTok. Namely, I'm in a loving relationship with a man who never once mistook any of it as a threat, instead giving me all the space in the world to understand this new facet of my sexuality.

I don't have it all figured out yet. But at least when someone asks if I listen to Girl in Red on social media, I know to answer with a resounding, "Yes," even though I've never listened to a single one of her songs. And for now, that's enough.

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say-no-to-this-rp · 4 years

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Sunday, 23rd of July, 2023 - Late afternoon Shell Cottage in Tinworth, Cornwall, UK Snip. Sunlight streams through the window to light up a blurry photo of two blonde girls lounging on the deck of what seems to be a boat. It lies at the top of a stack of photos. Shell Cottage is quiet, all but for the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock and the distant crashing of waves.

Snip. Once again, scissor blades slice through the quiet, sliding through pretty paper into a flower silhouette. “C’est problématique.” Hushed muttering in a mixture of French and English can be heard from the kitchen table. Dominique, setting down the scissors and then rummaging through the stack of photos was visibly irritated.“I need to find more photos of the three of us.” A frustrated sigh escaped her lips but was left unnoticed. If Dom couldn’t find more photos of all three of them, the scrapbook would simply be a visual humble brag of Dom and Teddy’s stupid shenanigans. “So much for a wedding present for the both of them.” “Mooorning.” Came a drawl from the counter. Louis eyed her in amusement empty mug in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, his back against their marbled counter. “Gone insane, have we Dominique? Talking to yourself like a raving lunatic?” “ Shut your mouth, you brat, or I’ll tell Maman and Papa that you’re smoking inside the cottage.” Dom snapped back, only superficially irritated. She was used to her little brother and his big mouth. He was charming and snarky with people outside the family, enough to have his own little gaggle of girls and boys in his year that latched onto every word of his. But to Dominique, he was always (and really, only because he acts like it) her obnoxious and bratty little brother. Said brat had likely just woken up. He was every bit of a night owl, up and about doing who knows what until the sun would rise and the nearby roosters would screech.

At a leisurely pace, Louis filled his empty mug with cold coffee leftover from the morning pot that Fleur had left on. Idly made his way to the kitchen table. While running a casual hand through his platinum blonde hair that was now spiking up in all direction, Louis dropped himself into the chair opposite Dom. Without asking, he tugged the book to his side of the table and busied himself with the pages before Dominique could stop him, cigarette in his mouth.

There was nothing to hide about the scrapbook.The whole family excluding Victoire knew that Dominique had been working on this DIY project for the past month as a wedding present. The blonde wouldn’t consider herself as somebody who was easily flustered. Nevertheless, she was overcome with the desire to snatch the scrapbook back from Louis, as if this little book held something very private and intimate. For Teddy’s eyes only, as the realization finally dawned on her. Somewhere deep inside her, she knew that the hardest part of making the scrapbook had been including Victoire into the narrative of images. The ideal scrapbook vision that Dominique had in her head did not include her older sister in it.

“Is this really a gift for Ted and Vic? Because if so,” Louis settled on a page with Dom and Teddy sitting at a restaurant, the cringiest, cheesiest cowboy hat on the latter’s head, and a birthday brownie with a sparkler in front of the two. Louis slid it back over with raised eyebrows. “I regret to tell you that you’re doing a shoddy job of it.” “No one asked you.” Dom pointed out. “Really? Because your face screwed up like this,” Louis wrinkled his face in an obvious attempt to mock her, “Made me think you were begging for my advice.” “Feel free to piss off now.” Dominique raised her brows in warning, having switched to heated french now. “Don’t make me do something about that big head of yours, Louis Antoine Weasley. Also -- stop getting ash on my scrapbook.”

With a nonchalant shrug, Louis smirked, now holding the cig loosely between his index and middle finger, and replying in perfect Parisian french back. “If you ask me, maybe try a different present for our happy couple, Dominique.”

Dominique hated that Louis might be right, not that she’d ever admit it. She’d rather hang off a hippogriff butt naked and fly around the front yard of the Burrow than admit to his face that Louis was right. Okay, maybe not the Burrow. She didn’t quite want to face Grandma’s wrath. Hogwarts might work. Regardless, something inside her demanded that she finish the scrapbook. Perhaps she could just give this to Teddy as a birthday present or whatnot. It was clear that she had made the scrapbook with all intentions for Teddy, no matter how much she denied it to herself. As for a wedding present though, Dominique was now fresh out of ideas.

She looked down at the photo of her and Teddy. All she saw was their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders with their wicked grins. Little did she know, these wicked grins were both taunting her and telling her something that she didn’t quite understand yet of what was to come.

Friday, 18th of July, 2023

Lysander Scamander thought that when Dominique Weasley, Lucy Weasley, and himself were talking about having the best summer ever, he thought that meant being interns at the Quibbler. Now, in theory, an internship with all three of them sounded like a bloody brilliant idea. In reality, it meant that the three Hogwarts students were spending their summer doing the most tedious, menial jobs that could be found at the magazine. This was even despite Lysander being all but the heir of the whole damn company. And this was why the trio found themselves copy editing late into the night, two days away from their next release and not a single other soul in the office.

Crossing one final word, Dominique leapt up after throwing down her quill in satisfaction. "I am officially the winner. Bow before me peasants. I am done and shall be leaving now. Please enjoy watching my back as I sashay out the office."

“I always do.” Lys piped up, sliding his office chair over to peer intently at Dominique’s stack of work, a bright blue quill tucked behind his ear. “It’s a great view.”

Dominique couldn’t help but snort at her best friend.“Sure you do, Lys. Then make sure to look real close then Lys. You don’t want to miss the show.”

Lucy, her other best friend in the entire world, groaned, "You've got to be kidding me. There's no way you're done that fast." The red-head looked up from her work to blow her hair out of her face and to promptly send a suspicious glare her cousin’s way.

“Ahh. But tis the truth, my dear Lucky.” The blonde was practically dancing as she packed her purse up. Blowing a kiss, her farewell was met with a scowl from Lucky and an easy smile from Lys. “Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.” She called back.

Dom jumped the stairs two at a time, and burst out of the building. Having just worked more than a twelve hour work day, she was ecstatic to taste freedom. In her excitement, she almost missed the figure who was casually leaned against the side of the building. “Fancy meeting you here.” With a start, Dom caught sight of Teddy. If she were to guess, probably waiting for her outside considering he immediately tossed the cigarette from his fingers as soon as he saw her. She approached him as he ground it under her shoe.

Taking in the number of cigarette butts on the floor, she wondered just how many cigarettes he had burned through while waiting for her.

Questioning look now. "Please tell me you haven't been waiting here for hours. I'm a big girl. I can walk home." “Not multiple hours, but more than an hour,” Teddy said cheerfully, not an ounce of annoyance in his voice, as if waiting an hour was nothing.

Even as they spoke, the two were already walking, falling into step with each other at a leisurely pace. Now that she was in fresh summer night, she was in no rush to get home. Especially with the heat chilled from the crisp night air, Dominique was more than happy to lengthen their walk. She occupied herself with explaining to Teddy about the “joy” of copy editing a weird article on a magical healing theory from pygmy puff piss (and truthfully, teddy should really recognize what an honour and gem that he was getting such a cool sneak preview of the Quibbler’s next edition).

When the two reach a forked road where they should turn right, the two wordlessly merely glanced at each other before shrugging and turning left instead. As they passed a park, Dom pointed at it with her thumb excitedly, already walking backwards towards it. Smirking, Teddy couldn’t help but follow along, “Yeah, alright, why not?”.

With a squeal of delight, Dom jumped onto the swing set. Soon enough, the two had killed more than half an hour. That was simply how they always were. Chatting was as easy as breathing for the two, conversation never dulling. Both of them had settled on adjacent swings, and Dominique laughed mid-conversation as she begun to swing higher, just like she used to as a kid. Beginning to pump her legs with more strength, she met Teddy’s eyes in a daring challenge. Teddy, with a matching devilish look on his face, was already kicking his long legs in response. “Oh, yeah?” Their hoots of laughter filled the small playground. Bracing himself, Teddy jumped off the swing into the sand.

The blonde similarly threw herself off the swing, landing just inches farther. Throwing her arms up like a gymnast executing a perfect landing, she twirled around gracefully, her face triumphant. "You're buying grub now, ye loser." Teddy is practically bowled over in laughter at this point. “How is that even possible, I have longer legs!” But he’s grinning and clearly not opposed to paying. The part-veela was doing everything but preening herself in light of her victory. "I'm nimble and athletic." Wickedly, she paused, as her grin got bigger. "Or maybe you're just getting old. Losing your touch." Dropping that truth bomb, she began to walk away quickly as if she was jokingly fleeing the scene. Soon enough,Teddy had caught up to her, his long legs finally serving their purpose. “Old? I’m only eight years older than you!” He mock-scolded, jogging to her side, “If I’m old, you’re at least middle-aged.” Dominique couldn’t keep in her laugh as Teddy morphed his face to show an obscene amount of wrinkles, giving her the perfect elderly glare. He looked exactly like Grandmaman Delacour when one of them had done something terrible. Their laughter melded together as Teddy simply couldn’t hold back his own laughter nor his glare any longer.

Dominique shook her head as they began to walk in some aimless direction, "I'm middle aged?” She countered. “You're the one getting married. You'll blink and there will be little Teddys and Vics. Blimey, I feel for the world already." The blonde scrunched her face at even the thought of another Victoire or another Teddy. The world was not ready.

Teddy seemed to laugh heartily at the thought. “I do too. I was a menace, I can only imagine what my kids will be like,” He said, while shaking his head, “I don’t even want to think about it” Squinting his eyes thoughtfully up at the sky as if Teddy could magically read the time from its shade, he casually looked over his shoulder at the girl. “Shall we head back?”

Dominique followed his gaze to the dark sky lit up by the streetlights, and relished how happy she felt. It was mundane moments like these that reminded her just how much she treasured Teddy as one of her best friends. It made his marriage to Victoire just the teensiest of bitter-sweet. Since the day she could remember, Dominique had accepted that she would be second to Victoire in Teddy’s life. No matter how close Teddy and her were, if Vic and Dom fell into the sea and only one could be saved, Dom knew in her heart who Teddy had to save. But it was nice that in moments by themselves, she could have her best friend to herself. It was just Dominique Weasley and Teddy Lupin. Them against the world.

But of course, soon enough Victoire and Teddy will be til death do they part, and officially, everyone will be second to Victoire in every which way.

But until then, Dominique could be just a bit more greedy concerning her best friend. She merely fluttered her lashes in response to Teddy’s question. “Could we stop for shawarma? I’m ravenous.”

Her big sister could wait for her fiance just a little longer.

Monday, 7th of August, 2023 - Late Afternoon Brew Crew Coffee Bar in Mayfair, London, UK

“No, it’s fine, don’t bother her if she’s in a meeting. If she asks later, tell her I said I’d figure it out,” Teddy was saying, “Hey, and thanks for letting me know.”

Dominique quietly sipped her vanilla latte, noting that Teddy was growing more and more dejected as the conversation continued with Vic’s assistant. I’m not surprised that she is standing us up. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. The Potter-Weasley cousins often teased Dominique when she was late (it really wasn’t her fault that make-up and the perfect wardrobe choices takes time and effort), and that they tended to plan their days around Dominique’s schedule. As much as Dom admitted sometimes it was a bit of a “Dominique’s World”, she didn’t think she could even hold a candle to when Vic wanted things her way. Dom couldn’t help but make exasperated faces at various points during the phone call, knowing that her face revealed just how umimpressed she was with Victoire. By the time that Teddy gets off the phone, Dom had finished off her latte and she set down the cup with a sigh. "I see the Queen is unable to bless us with her presence today. So are we going to figure out the cake today without Vic?"

“If we don’t, the Queen will have our heads,” Teddy teased. At his words, Dominique tried not to make another face on impulse. It was never fair how Vic prioritized her work over their wedding. That Dominique probably knew more about the details of Vic and Teddy’s wedding than the actual bride was almost pathetic. Although trying to shake it off, Teddy was clearly still bothered by Victoire’s last minute decision to stand up her own wedding cake appointment. That was always what Teddy did when Vic prioritized everything else over Teddy. He was just determined to make the best of it. “Should we just... pick one without her?” He frowned. “Vic probably cares more about how it looks than how it tastes, anyway.”

Dominique was more than frustrated at her sister, and at the unfairness of the situation. But it was no good if she lashed out now. In fact, Teddy was more than aware of how mad Dom felt sometimes on behalf of him at how Vic treated him. Sisters or not, Dom refused to condone her sister’s behaviour. But it’s not your place, really. She told herself. Instead, she did her best to give Teddy an easy smile. Bloody hell Vic. She’d be the cheery one here for Teddy. At least there would be one Delacour-Weasley sister here who actually cared enough. If Vic wouldn’t be excited about this wedding cake tasting, then Dom would be. "Well we have an appointment with the bakery to taste them, right? What did that queen say, Marie Antoinette was it? What did she say? Let's eat cake?" She stood up to pull Teddy to his feet. "So let's eat cake, Teddy! And if you find a cake that you can't say no to, then just pick it. Vic won't eat more than her pinky finger, anyway."

As if her smile and enthusiasm was contagious, Dominique saw the tension leave Teddy’s shoulder, visibly watching him return to normal if only to smirk back. “Alright, lets eat cake,” he agreed. Looking down at his watch, he noted that. “We should probably run, though, before they eat all that cake themselves.“

The two made their way from Brew Crew to the small gourmet bakery, Kowalski Charmed, a small artisan bakery where they liked to take a very personal approach to their wedding cakes. Managing to book a tasting appointment would take forever to book. Because of that, perhaps it was better that they were still going ahead with the cake tasting. As they entered the little white building, the bells chimed above them and Dominique was immediately smothered in an overwhelming cloud of vanilla, sugar, and chocolate. The interior was colourful and pink, with displays of fresh baked goods and pictures of bright cakes lining the walls.

The baker, a woman with long luscious brunette hair, greeted them with a smile clearly expecting them. With her American accent, she chirped, "Good afternoon, are you the happy couple here for the wedding cake taste-testing?" Hearing that, Dominique hesitated, unsure of how to introduce herself. Sorry, actually no. I’m the bride’s sister. Yes, I know it’s weird that she’s not interested in her own wedding cake, but c’est la vie, right? She gave a quick glance at Teddy, but decided that it’d probably be best to get it over with. As she opened her mouth to correct the lady, beside her, Teddy spoke up.

“Yeah, that’s us,” He was flashing his usual winning smile to the baker, subtly winking at Dom as she practically hit him in the face with her hair at how fast she had whipped her head back to look at him. “I hope we’re not too late?” He continued. “Bit of a mix up with the time, it was my mistake.” Oh, she knew exactly what was happening now. She had seen Teddy’s mischievous shit-eating grin more times than she could count to know it was game time.

Dom smiled politely without skipping a beat as soon as Teddy answered the baker. The only way anyone would have caught that she was startled by his answer was the slightest clenching of her jaw, and a barely noticeable tightness to her smile. Succeeding at not immediately rolling her eyes back so hard that she knocked herself out at the sight of Teddy's stupid grin, she immediately attached herself to Teddy's arm. "That's me. The fiancee." She said brightly. As soon as the baker turned her back momentarily to check which samples that they had ordered, she widened her eyes at Teddy and mouthed very obviously, "What are you doing?" .

Teddy made sure that the baker was far enough away from them not to overhear, and then whispered back, ”What makes you think I know? Play along.” Dominique stifled a laugh, turning the sound into a slight clearing of her throat. That was right about the epitome of a Teddy answer. Many of their shenanigans really came about because neither of them ever knew what they were doing. They simply did it. Teddy was now giving her another look though. It was amazing how if you spent more than a decade with someone, you started to know exactly what their varying expressions were. This one was what Dom liked to call his “safety word” face. It was his reminder that no matter what mischief they were up to, he always wanted Dom to know that if she got uncomfortable, she could back out. Of course, in the same decade of recognizing this look, Dom had never taken him up on the offer. And she wasn’t about to start now.

The baker returned, still oblivious to the ruse that she was unbeknownst to her had taken part in. They were led to one of the tables by the front window of the store, as she began to outline to them the process. They had requested for a full frosted cake (”Of course, the more sugary the better. I don’t need to watch my weight at all.” Dom said to the baker, entirely straight-faced.), as well as ten possible samples to choose from.

As if a switch had flipped, Dominique was now the ever-doting, and perhaps too clingy fiancee. Her hand had moved down from his arm to his hands, intertwining their fingers. She pulled him to the table that had been set up for them, and in a sickeningly sweet voice, declared, "This way, you delicious piece of kidney pie."

She took delight in how Teddy’s eyes went wide. Obviously surprised, he was about to burst into laughter until he managed to de-escalate it into a respectable chuckle. “Anything you say, Snuggie Woogems.”

Dominique tried not to retch at the ridiculous pet name. It had sent a ridiculous shiver up her spine at how gross they were being, but she just couldn’t stop, especially now that his intention was loud and clear:Two can play at this game. As they sat, Teddy sat down on the same side as her and made a point of scooting his chair a little closer to hers, so he could casually drape his arm over the back of her chair.

Well-played, sir. Dominique wondered what she could do next. This was all to get back at Teddy. He had been the one who wanted to play, so they were going to have fun. The baker introducing their first cake, chocolate cappuccino torte, solved Dom’s dilemma over what her next steps would be. Dom dug her fork into the beautiful cupcake, making sure to cut an unnecessarily large chunk. Bringing the monster of a bite close to Teddy's mouth, she exhibited her voice like she was speaking in a bad Shakespearean play, "Say ahhhhhhhh, my little stud monkey." Was she using the most cringe-worthy pet names that she had ever heard? Absolutely.

Teddy eyed the piece warily, looking as if he wanted to make a comment before he thought better of it. Dominique could almost taste it now. The delicious sweetness of victory. Shaking his head ever so slightly, he leaned in and wrapped his hand over hers on the fork. Surprised, Dominique tried not to move her hand at all. If they were soon-to-be-married, she wasn’t going to be uncomfortable with her ‘fiance’ grabbing her hand. It wasn’t even like they had never held hands. Neither of them would blink twice at it. It was the way Teddy had leaned in and bit into the cake, in a manner that one might even describe as seductively. Well, as seductively as he could with a bite of cake the size of a small fist. But Teddy somehow made it sensual. Dominique felt the strangest sensation.Teddy can make anything look sensual if he wanted to. He’s that handsome. She admitted to herself. Lucky Vic. Finally, he leaned back, removing his hand from hers and while laughing and chewing, he joked, “Maybe a smaller piece next time, Sweet Pea?”

Eyes bright and clearly amused by Dom’s antics, they suddenly rolled down to take a closer look at the cake. “Shit, this is actually really good, you have to try this.”

His comment broke the girl’s daze. Remembering their real task before them, Dom tried a small bite of the cupcake with her fork. The creamy goodness dragged a hum of delight from her lips. "Delicieux. Oh, this mousse is out of this world." The blonde then nudged Teddy with her elbow, "I'm not surprised. You're a sucker for anything that has caffeine in it."

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cianmars · 7 years

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Domesticity prompts: Red Snowing Baby's First Steps? :) (Because I am such a sucker for this.)

OMG yes! I love this one! Setting it in the Red Snowing Verse as the Previous One (sorry this took forever to write!)

Emma’s first steps:

Due to Emma being a preemie she was a little slower at reaching milestones. They had been reminded multiple times since she was born that her chronological age wasn't how they should think of her for anything other than her birthday - her development would be two months slower than her age suggested she should be reaching. Even so they worried, she was small for her age and had a few health concerns, but they never once tried to push her to walk; they knew she’d walk when she was ready.

She started to pull herself up to stand using the couch and pretty much anything she could, she used her toy walkers to race around the place, giggling hysterically whenever she crash into one of her family - which she tried to do as often as possible. Eventually, at around the age of two, she would hold onto her parents and brothers’ hands to let them walk with her, she was clearly close to being able to do it herself, she seemed to be more interested in trying to run than walk.

“Today’s the day, I can feel it.” Snow smiled one day setting down the juice and coffee down on the kitchen table.

“It better be.” Tyler commented stroking their golden Labrador, Bailey, before grabbing a glass of orange juice. “Today’s the only weekend I’ve not got soccer practice and Cassie and Zac have both been dragged to the woods to ‘learn some survival skills’... they’re either gonna end up not talking to their dad or they'll be dead.”

“More fool Fredrick.” David chuckled, plating up the pancakes for the rest of his family, making sure to give the right ones to the right people.

“Yeah, and I’m not stuck with studying for one weekend.”

“That's cause you’ve already done enough to graduate, it’s time to just relax now and let all those college offers roll in, have a bit of fun before you heartlessly abandon us...” Ruby had a twinkle in her eye as she cut up Emma’s pancakes into bite-sized pieces. She placed them on Emma’s highchair

Neal rolled his eyes but he knew his parents supported whichever school he wanted to go to, they often went on road trips to visit different colleges with him, they always made it into fun family vacations with things for both of his siblings to enjoy. “I was just thinking of reading a book, maybe playing some video games, Gid’s grounded so he’s not gonna be able to hang out.”

“Are you sure Nee wasn't adopted?” Tyler joked.

“Ty!” Emma shouted over to her brother distracting he and Neal from their breakfast ribbing. “Look! Pant-cakes!” She showed him a piece of her chocolate chip pancakes, she and Tyler were the only ones to have that type.

Tyler gasped over exaggeratedly, as though she had shown him something amazing and shocking. “Wow! Oh my god, look Emmy!” He stabbed a piece of pancake from his own plate and showed it to her before putting it into his mouth. “I have some too.”

“Don’t talk with your mouthful.“ Snow ruffled his hair before sighing contently as she took a long sip of her coffee. “What do you think Emmy, you wanna try walking today?” She asked with excitement, digging into her own blueberry pancakes.

“Mommy, look choccy pant-cakes.” Emma told her mom, making them laugh.

Snow tried not to look disappointed, she didn’t want to be pushy, but she knew Emma was ready to walk she was just waiting until she felt like it. Though of course a walking toddler would get into even more trouble, and Emma already had a proclivity for getting into trouble - they had left her in her playpen for four minutes and come back to find Emma out of the playpen with the dog now multicoloured from the child-safe chalk, which they all swore were up higher.

“You already got mama first from her,” Snow pouted at her wife from next to her, she leant close to her trying to look both pathetic and flirty, “and Neal walk to you first... you should help me get her to walk to me first.”

Ruby’s eyes twinkled. “And why would I do that?”

“I could make it worth your while.” Snow said quietly, but not quietly enough to not traumatise Neal and Tyler, who both groaned and protested that they had been put off their breakfast.

“Hmm... Tempting... But no, you got Ty saying mommy first-”

“-Rubes-”

“- And he walked to you first. He barely let go of you for the first like year of his life.”

“Mommy’s boy.” Neal teased his brother as he finished up his breakfast and poured another coffee.

But the parents were oblivious to the boys’ squabble as they were drawn into their own small one, their competitive streaks coming into play over whom would get their youngest and last child to walk to them first.

Later that evening the family were all gathered in the living room. Neal had a book open in his hand, his only movements were to change the position he was sat in, or to turn the page. Tyler had just finished catching up on some homework, with some help from Snow, and was now playing video games against Ruby. Snow was leaning against David on the huge couch, and had been since he finished bathing Emma a short while before, they were both drawn between watching Ruby and Tyler’s game and watching Emma play with her toys on the floor as she began winding down for bed.

Emma pulled herself to her feet, so that she was standing up perfectly balanced in the middle of the room staring at her family.

Her family all took notice straight away. Neal lead his book down, facing downwards, so he wouldn't lose his place then leant forward in his seat. Tyler threw the pause button and he and Ruby placed the controllers down. David and Snow both though to the same method, they scrambled for Emma’s favourite teddy bear she took everywhere with her from the coffee table, David was a fraction of a second quicker and won.

“Hey Koala,” David smiled at her and placed her teddy so it was sat upon his shoulder, “look what I have, Ted-Ted, you wanna walk to Daddy and get him back?”

Emma looked at him to Snow beside him.

“Hey, Sweetie Pie, you want to come to Mommy?” She held out her arms towards Emma but like the others she stayed where she was sat, Emma needed to be the one who came to them, not the other way around.

Emma shook her head, she was still looking confused as to what to do, she looked to Ruby.

Ruby gave her her wicked and slightly wolfish smile. “Do you want to come to Mama, Pup?” She watched as Emma looked as though she was debating it before she inevitably shook her head again.

Neal bit his lip trying not to smile, he didn't realise but Tyler was doing the same, at the idea that he could be the one Emma walked to before their parents who had been competing over it since Emma started sitting up. “You wanna hear a story, kiddo? I’ll tell you one of your favourite ones, Uncle Henry’s, from the special story book... all you gotta do is walk over to me.”

“Come on, Emmy, you wanna annoy mama, mommy, and daddy?” Tyler smirked. “This will really annoy them, and I know you like trying to wind them up.” He tried to coax. Emma giggled but looked away yet again.

After a couple more seconds Emma took her first unaided steps, having chosen her direction. Her family watched a little confused but in awe of Emma taking her first steps, toward whom they were not certain until Emma shouted.

“Bailey!” The toddler threw her arms around the big, loveable Labrador, who had been just as protective over Emma since Snow was pregnant with her, as the rest of her family. She hugged the dog tight as he licked her face, careful not to get too excited in case Emma got hurt. She heard her family laugh at who Emma walked to first. Emma looked around at them in confusion. Until she spotted her teddy still perched on David’s shoulder.

“Daddy! My Ted-Ted!” She told him. She turned around where she stood, she tumbled over but quickly pulled herself back up. She took a couple of unsteady steps, before taking a couple more, soon she wasn't focusing on her steps but upon the teddy David had. She started to stumble but she fell straight into David’s waiting arms.

David scooped her up and into the air, making her squeal with laughter, before he cuddled her close to his chest. “My clever little girl! You’re getting so, so, big my little Koala!” True to her nickname Emma held tightly onto him. He may not have been the first family member she had walked to, but he was the first human member of the family she had walked to, which was enough in his book.

Snow leant forward with a beaming smile and kissed her daughter, before Ruby leant over her shoulder doing the same, they may not have gotten Emma to walk to them first but they were all overjoyed that she was doing so well, especially compared to the tiny 4lb baby born two months early.

David leant forward and kissed Snow tenderly on the lips before doing the same thing to Ruby. It seemed silly to say, but they were relieved overtime that Emma reached an important step in life, each time she did it was like they were one step further out of danger. The boys must have felt the same way as for once they didn't complain about their parents kissing.

“Hey, I guess we’re all equal now,” David smiled, “we each got one kid walking to us first and saying our names first.”

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marvelingatcomics-blog · 7 years

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Journal Postings 1-3

My Evolving Process

It never ceases to amaze me what I am capable of creating with my hands and mind. I find myself constantly in awe of my creations and the creations of those around me. My worldview, my hobbies, my passions are established upon creativity, creation. Creativity far, far surpasses the typical “art” scene. I’m talking about creation in the foods we eat and prepare, the way we gather our friends and family for pot lucks or game nights, the way we watch rockets explode in the sky, and the magical enchantment that is all of nature. Creation lies within, creation expels around.

I have always loved writing- no surprise to you. It is an effortful practice of mine that makes the hairs on my body stand to attention, just as my heart and mind slow to a peaceful ease. I feel that same melting spiral of creative flow rapture my being when I go to work on a comic. It is a beautiful addiction of mine and it is becoming so real in my newfound comic game.

Comics have always been the weird things nerds read. I never gave it much thought. Never considered it to be a work of art or the rhetorical approaches that go into writing in the comic genre. To my pleasant surprise, comics are kinda changing my life. My love for drawing, storytelling, and prose meet together on white canvas to explore creative curiosities. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy drafting the comics as much as I have if it weren’t for learning and understanding the key insights and approaches to the comic genre. Hell, I didn’t even really know how to read comics?! The break down of techniques and way we have applied them in our Discovery Task’s has gotten me really excited and I’m thrilled it is only the beginning.

My evolving process has already taken leaps and jumps. It is almost as if I am taking my style from other art forms and genres and remixing them into panels. The drawing style I see in my comic’s mimic the styles seen in my sketchbooks. The language used thus far mimics the way I would talk to friends.

Drawing with black pen and thick ink is a first and I love the bold lines contrasting with the thin ones. For the first two comics, I found myself sketching and thumb nailing. Though it helped me layout the story, I also think I was just getting the hang of it. Starting off Discovery Task 5- I just went right for the comic. Sketched some things out with pencil, and finished it off with the black ink. The confidence is just coming from understanding how comics work more so than I did in the beginning. For example, I see myself playing with different transition techniques and even challenging myself to play with a technique I haven’t yet used, just to get my hands on it.

My favorite part of the comic process is the ease that comes with it. The fact I enjoy it. The fact I enjoy it so much I am so eager to know the next comic task. I love getting the task and letting the ideas I have marinate in my mind while my hands can manifest the story. The art medium of comics itself is so cool- the depiction of actions or moods through rhetorically chosen DRAWINGS. That’s a first.

The creation process for comics differs from my writing practice due to the different modalities that make up the comic genre. Because there isn’t just telling a story or expressing ideas via words. It is a cultivation of images in the mind, transferred to paper, and then comes together through captions, bubbles, and words. I find myself illustrating before writing my comics because I find the words are easier to adapt than the images. We are choosing to show specific things, so let me show them and then highlight them as I please with words. I think drawing is almost a more comfortable medium than writing because there is literally no wrongdoing.

I feel really intrigued by the comic genre and am stoked I am getting to learn and really feel connected to it. I foresee future Self creating comics for fun and a creative muse, and defiantly utilizing them in my professional, creative endeavors.

Things I’ve Learned/ Things to Steal

One of the coolest concepts learned thus far is McCloud’s visual explanation of how we draw emotions or feelings. Turning page after page just to see lines drawn in panels displaying a feeling was so awesome! So creative and so important when thinking of comics rhetorically. Defffffff stealing that to supplement my work and the effectiveness of my messages and stories. I have learned the importance of writing from the readers stand point, though crucial in writing, I’d say even more so in comics.

Comic authors seem to have a really deep trust in their readers… especially comics that go on for ages and have a devout fan base. I really love filling in the closure as a reader and creating closure as an artist. It makes the comic more of a puzzle, and I fucking love puzzles. I also love the crudeness that is accepted as a norm in the comic genre. Not to say it is fine to just throw profanity around panels (nor being immature), but curse words are funny man.

I have also noticed the way authors write in order to adopt an accent to their characters. A few comics we have read to date have carefully selected not words, but letters rhetorically. And I dig it. I haven’t yet stole that technique, but would love to play around with a character that has a very specific accent and vocabulary so the reader hears the voice in their head.

I don’t really know if I have learned anything yet, rather just practiced and picked up some new knowledge. But I think you can gather some new knowledge without having really learned or mastered. I have a better understanding of how comics read. How the higher bubbles get read first and how to connect multiple speech bubbles to the same character.

Possibilities for Final Comic

So I once watch a TED Talk on why procrastination leads to more successful creation, if you will. Naturally I watched it, because I too am a creative procrastinator and say that with no hesitation to change it. The dude from the talk discussed how when we procrastinate on a creative project, we let our ideas steep and the final result is always better thought out than if we were to just get a project and do the first thing we think about. So I identify as a self proclaimed creative procrastinator and it is highly celebrated.

So for a final project quite like this one… nothing is to clear yet. The ideas are bouncing around like foam balls in a middle school dodge ball game.

Last night I was sitting at a super bowl party and I told funny, questionably fictitious (?) story of Neil Armstrong that my father tells so well. As soon as I finished it and got a good laugh from the audience I literally said out loud, “Whoa that would be a good adaptation.” I cannot ruin the story by typing the whole thing out, but I could defiantly render the story via comic pages and think it fits all very well with my style and the comic genre. !!

I’m also so down to just make up a story and characters and settings and get lost in a magical word filled with earth benders and wild spirits. Total hippy shit. Enchanted forests filled with goddesses that roam naked and make love to the earth. Mmmmmm

OR badass babe who roams mountains and highlight/make up one of her adventures

I love f.r.i.e.n.d.s? Maybe comic remix or like a “reunion” comic/fictitious story?

I was skiing today and bumping some great music in the headphones and it’d be so dope to turn an old school hip hop song into a comic. <3

... Basically I’m pretty sure I want to make up a story and really write the comic through and through. To really follow McCloud’s steps of comic creation thoroughly and be able to say, “hell yeah I made that comic”.

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Ever wonder what D&D cleric spells you should take at early levels. We go over it for 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons. We look at tier 1 D&D spells for clerics. We break it down by attack, buff, defense, overlooked, utility, and the bonus iconic spell category.

5 Go to Tier 1 D&D Cleric Spells Video

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5 Go to Tier 1 D&D Cleric Spells Video Transcription

Ted: “Today we’re going to do another video talking about clerics.”

Dave: “Yeah, we’re going to have to have faith to make this one work.”

Ted: “If our viewers out there, you watching, if you’ve got the power, if you’ve got the belief in us, we can be able to reveal the go to spells.”

Dave: “Our belief is not strong enough, we need more Ted.”

Ted: “Do you believe?’

Dave: “Do you believe? Welcome to the Nerdarchy I’m Nerdarchist Dave, and as always I’m here hanging out with this nerd.”

Ted: “Nerdarchist Ted.”

Dave: “Maybe it’s your first time hanging out in Ted’s basement. It’s a place where we like to talk about views, news, and home brews for 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons and sometimes we talk about other role playing games.”

Ted: “If you don’t want to miss a single video, then don’t forget to crit hit that subscribe button and attune to that notification bell.”

Dave: “Now when we did the wizards, Go to spells, we include it fifth level, which is not tier one. Tier one is only one through fourth so we’re going to get it right this time and we’re only going to include spells from first and second level. For our go to cleric spells.”

Ted: “Right now. Cleric is something that’s, you know, you know, dear dear to my heart, it is my favorite character class. I like having the religion in D&D with all of the awesome options that you can have but, you know, that leaves to, well, what spells do we wind up taking So we’re gonna dive into it today.”

Dave: “So we’re going to do the same breakdown. We’re going to do the five goto spells plus one bonus spell. We’ve got attack, we’ve got buff, we’ve got the defense,”

Ted: “we’ve got utility, we’ve got iconic, and we’re going to add in that overlooked.”

Dave: “All right, so let’s dive into it. Our first one is attack spells . A ton of great choices for the cleric, but what’s our go to?”

Ted: “All right So the Go to is got to be hold person, Eh, it’s one of those things that a lot of people like, yeah, you know, it’s not that big a deal. But as we dive more into the conditions and we realized how insane it is to be paralyzed, it’s just crazy. You’re cleric casts hold person on your bad guy. And all the melee characters run up and just annihilated because the attacks come with advantage and any attack that it’s an automatic crit.”

Dave: “Long as they’re within five feet. Yeah. Well, as I sat the melee attackers go in, so hold person is actually a very old spell. It came from the very beginning and it’s always been like the staple of the cleric, so you know, being able to restrain people and hold them in place with your magic. It is a second level spell and action. The cast range of 60 feet and it lasts a whole minute. As long as you concentrate on it. Choose a humanoid that you can see within range. The target must succeed on wisdom savings throw or be paralyzed for the duration. At the end of each of its turns, the target can make another wisdom saving, throw on a successful save. The spell ends on the target. Now you can also cast at a higher level spell and for each spell slot you’d go above. It’s going to allow you to affect another target.”

Ted: “You’ve got multiple options when it comes to using this. Either you can do it to, to restrain an attacker that you don’t have to kill them. You can cast it as a higher level spell, hitting multiple targets or you know, straight up, I want that guy done. As I said, you cast it all, everybody runs it on the thing that can attack back and you’re just proceed the crit after crit after crit.”

Dave: “So next up we’re going to go to our go to buff spell. There are a lot of good choices for cleric, but one of them just really stands out more than any of the others. To me, what do you think that’s going to be?”

Ted: “And that’s going to have to be aid. So duration is eight hours, casting times single action. There’s no savings for him because it’s a, it’s a buff. We don’t, we don’t need to worry about, you know, saves. So it’s range is 30 feet you’re spell bolsters are allies with toughness and resolve. Choose up to three creatures within range, each targets hip point and maximum increases by five for the duration. So five extra hit points, not temporary. Five hit points added to your Max and your current for eight hours. That’s amazing.”

Dave: “It is. There’s no concentration that goes with it. You can pump this spell up to give even more hit points. And it also means when you get damaged and they get lowered by healing, you can bring them back up and have it. So it’s, it’s just a really strong buff spell.”

Ted: “So it was a low level spell that you can be able to use. And let’s face it, when you’re getting ready to fight that, that big bad who we’re talking campaign big bad and you look over at that Bard who’s got 99 hit points as a max and there’s that chance of that guy going to have, you know, power word spells now might be a good time to apply that.”

Dave: “So, uh, speaking of buffs spells, you might learn a buff your game up with D&D Beyond the sponsors for this video, which we’re giving our handy dandy devices available so that we can read this spells to you as we go along, which is super convenient. We’re not lugging around heavy big books with us. You know, just this lightweight phone, all the information right at our fingertips. Everything that’s come out for 5th edition, Dungeons and Dragons, that’s official content is on that site. If you have it unlocked, but there’s a bunch of free things you can do over there. Anything in the SRD or the basic rules is over on D&D Beyond. You can use it for free. You can build characters over there. Uh, they have articles, they have videos. There’s a ton of information.”

Ted: “If you’re trying to figure out what spells to pick for your cleric or your wizard or any, any spell caster, you’ve got the ability to pull up your D&D Beyond, go into your filters and limited by spell level, by school, by source material so that you can be able to go in and quickly look through what are your options as opposed to, you know, as I used to do, I’d pull out the player’s handbook. You got to look through, okay, what spells do I have access to I have to look through the entire index of options of okay. All the spells listed alphabetically here. I can just go, go through cleric spells in the player’s handbook for first and second level, all fit in once one scrollable page on D&D Beyond.”

Dave: “ Super convenient. Jump down to description and go check out some D&D Beyond.”

Ted: “All right, so what category are we going to next Dave?”

Dave: “Next we’re going to go to defense. So with that to go into our defensive spells and we’re ready to go with shield of faith. There’s a couple of reasons why I like this one.”

Ted: “All right. Now shield of faith we’re talking about at first level spell, so you’re going to get access to it right away. It’s a bonus action to cast so you don’t have to worry about, you know, uh, action economy or this, this being lost. You’re going to get to be able to do this. A shimmering field appears and surrounds a creature of your choice with an range which is 60 feet by the way, granting an a plus two bonus to ac for the duration, which is 10 minutes.”

Dave: “This is really nice cause you can increase your armor class or a party members armor class. It’s a great spell that you can use to defend yourself or someone else at the party. 60 foot. That’s a great range. Last for 10 minutes, only drawback, it’s a concentration, but overall for first level and second level of defensive spells, this one’s a great one.”

Ted: “There’s very few things in the game that are actually going to wind up adding to your AC. Uh, so getting a first level spell that you’ve got to be able to throw on there and have it stay 10 minutes actually has the chance, especially if you’re doing a dungeon crawl to last through multiple combats. So single first level spells going to be able to help you out from multiple. So next up we’re going to talk about utility spells. And there was definitely some debate here because there’s a lot of really good options. Uh, I think this is where cleric really has the ability to shine with utility, but you know, there’s something that’s going to certainly have to stand out.”

Dave: “Yeah, we went with zone of truth. We thought this would be a great spell for a cleric in those a utility situations, especially for interrogations or you’re trying to figure out if someone’s lying to you or not. It’s also going to facilitate a lot of role playing.”

Ted: “That was why I really put it, put it in there. There was, there was a couple of other things that were high contenders but to me Zone of Truth speaks highly to this is a role-playing spell whether you’re trying to deal with in our inner party conflict, NPC on PC conflict, or just you know NPC on NPC. This is a great thing that you can, you can be able to pull out and you know have at your disposal is a second level spell. It’s a casting time of an action. It lasts 10 minutes. It does require a charisma save, but it has a a range of 60 feet and then once you put it out it is a radius of, or sorry, a sphere of 15 feet from the point you choose and you know anyone who fails, they’re save in that zone is unable to willingly tell a lie. That doesn’t mean you can’t deceive. It’s up to the uh, you know, the person in there as to how they want to creatively word, uh, their, their statements and what have you. But I think it can be a lot of fun. And if you’ve got someone who’s really, you know, slick and suave, you can still mislead. You can still misdirect with telling the truth.”

Dave: “ Yeah. You create a magical zone that guards against deception and a 15 foot radius sphere senator on I point of your choice with them range until the spell ends. A creature that enters the spells area for the first time on a turn, we’re starts his turned there must make it charisma saving, throw on a failed save creature can’t speak a deliberate lie while in the radius, you know, whether the creature succeeds or fails on its saving throw and effected creature is aware of the spell and can thus avoid answering questions to which it would normally respond with lies. Such a creature can be evasive and its answer as long as it remains within the boundaries of the truth. This very much makes me think of like the, the classic fey that can’t actually speak lies but they deceive their asses off all the time.”

Ted: “Now we we’ve you know, shared on the, on the, on the channel different book series that we, you know, we really enjoy and you know, the one time it’s like, oh you know, you know, I can’t tell a lie. It’s like, but that hasn’t stopped you from deceiving people for for the hundreds of years.”

Dave: “Absolutely. So next up we are going to go to are overlooked spell. Now this category we found a little difficult because I feel like there isn’t a lot of overlooked spells when it comes to the cleric. The cleric they have a smaller spell list then the wizard and you know, I feel like we, we know a lot of what their spells did. So we went with a spell that we consider overlook just because we don’t see you get a lot of play at our table, although it really is a great spell.”

Ted: “So that’s going to be sanctuary first level spell bonus action to cast . So if you really want to be cheesy, you could technically, you know, attack with a cantrip and then casts sanctuary. Totally being Super Cheesy, but you ward a creature within range against attack until the spell ends. Any creature who targets awarded creature with an attack or harmful spell must first make a wisdom saving, throw on a failed saved the creature must choose a new target or lose the attacker spell the spell doesn’t protect the word creature from area effects such as the explosion of the fireball is awarded. Creature makes an attack. Casts a spell it effects an enemy or deals damage to another creature. This spell ends, your range is 30 feet. The duration is a minute. So it’s basically, you know, it’s a one, one combat use thing, but it has a lot of use because let’s face it, you know, how many times do you have an animal companion, an NPC that you’re trying to escort somewhere that is just there to, you know, try to stay out of the way. So great spell that you can use on them if they’re not going to be attacking anyway”

Dave: “or if you’re the cleric and you’re basically want to just buff your allies and heal them. Having sanctuary on you is going to be a great spell because it’s going to cause you to not be a target while you’re still eating your party and assisting in the combat even though you’re not directly damaging the enemy.”

Ted: “If you’re the type of caster like Dave says, that doesn’t want to actually be aggressive. It was a perfect spell to use.”

Dave: “Also, it’s always worth pointing out whether spells or concentration or not. This one is not. So that means you could be concentrating on bless and healing the party. Why you have the sanctuary in effect as well. Now lastly we come to our iconic spell right? So we have our five go tos plus the bonus and the bonus in this case is the iconic spell. And when you’re talking about cleric I can’t imagine anything is going to come to mind before actually healing the party.”

Ted: “Yeah, there there’s so many references out there to you Oh, where’s the cleric, cleric cleric, and all they are are, you know, the healing engine for the party. Now look within 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons. You don’t have to play that kind of a cleric. But over the many years of playing in this game, everybody says, well that’s the role of the cleric. They got to heal the party. So the best way to heal the party is going to be cure wounds.”

Dave: “Yeah. Cure wounds. Uh, you know, in previous additions it’s slightly different names, but it’s an iconic spell. It’s been there from the beginning. It is essentially what the cleric was designed to do. Even though you can do other fun, cool things with the cleric, I think, you know, they’re best known for their healing. Even in video games, they’ve come up with roles that are based off of the cleric. And that role was called healer. So for our first level of cure wound spell, it’s touch. It’s one action. The cast, it’s instantaneous. Uh, you don’t have to worry about saving, throw it cause it just happens. A creature you touch for gains, a number of hit points equal to a d8 plus your spell casting modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs at higher levels when you cast the spell. So using a spell slot that second level or higher, the healing increases by a d8 for each slot level above first.”

Ted: “So pretty nice. And let’s face it, the d8 is much better than the healing word of a d4.”

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Dave: “Yes. It is a yes that I would say it is twice as good, but yes, that is our go to tier one cleric spells. Uh, if you went to check out the cards, you can find our Go to tier one spells for wizard. And as we pointed out, we goofed a little bit in there, but it was still a lot of fun to shoot that video. Go check it out. There’s a card floating around here somewhere , go take a look at that. Hey, do you want us to do the, the higher level tiers? Do you want us to do go to tiers for other spell casters? We got a place where you can let us know and that is down in the comments below. While you’re at it, don’t forget to like share and subscribe.”

Ted: “On your way down to do all those things with Dave is asking, don’t forget to stop by the description and check out the link to D&D Beyond so that you can go check out all the awesome stuff over there on DnDbeyond.com.”

Dave: “So until next time.”

Both: “Stay Nerdy”

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MY INTRODUCTION TO HUMANITY My pedophile father, Earl O'Brien, brags that he began substituting his penis for my mother's nipple soon after I was born. My multigenerational incest-abused mother, Carol Tanis, did not protest his perverse actions due to (reportedly) having similar abuse as a child which caused her to acquire Multiple Personality Disorder. 1 My earliest recovered memory was that I could not breathe with my father's penis jammed into my little throat. Yet I could not discern his semen from my mother's milk. I do not recall thinking, but I am aware through education that this early sexual abuse distorted my primitive concepts of feeding, breathing, sexuality, and parental perceptions. I recall as a toddler being unable to run (I could barely walk) to my mother for help as my instincts demanded. Through my gulping sobs, my terror rose as I tried to clear my throat of my father's semen and draw a breath of air. My mother finally arrived at my side. Rather than comfort me, she accused me of throwing a temper tantrum and "holding my breath". She responded only by throwing a glass of cold water in my face. 1 was shocked! As the water splashed my face, I knew she would not help and it was up to me to save myself. I automatically Multiple Personality Disordered. I was, of course, too young to logically understand that what my father was doing to me was wrong. I accepted his strangling sexual abuse as a normal and natural part of my home life, and split off a personality to deal with the pain and suffocation to satisfy his perversions. Therefore as a child, I was dissociative of my father's abuse. I was totally unable to recall his sexual abuse, even in his presence, until 1 saw and felt his penis. Then the terror, which was my conditioned response, triggered access to that part of my brain that previously endured the trauma, I was remembering the abuse and how to deal with it. This part of my brain developed into a personality of its own-which belonged to my father-winch he rented out and later sold to the U.S. Government as will be explained and detailed in the following pages. Other parts of my conditioned mind dealt with other abusers, abuses and circumstances. My father was (as revealed by my own investigations) apparently a multigenerational incest child from a large, poor, and horribly dysfunctional family. His mother earned a living as a prostitute for local lumbermen after his father died when he was two years old. My father's brothers and sister were all sexually and (occult) ritually abused just as he was. They grew up to be drug addicts, prostitutes, street derelicts, and pedophiles who also sexually abused me and my brothers and sisters. I developed more personality splits to deal with the traumas of these torturous relationships. My mother's dysfunctional family also appears to be multigenerational, but of a slightly higher socio-economic class. Her father owned the building occupied by a Masonic Blue Lodge he led, and managed a local beer distribution business with her mother after completing his military career. Together they sexually abused my mother and her three brothers, who in turn sexually abused me. My family often went camping on the vast wilderness acreage surrounding my grandfather's Masonic Lodge in Newaygo, Michigan. Large bluffs referred to as "The High Banks' overlooked the White River flowing through his property, which is where we pitched our tents. My mother's brothers, Uncle Ted and Uncle Arthur "Bomber" Tanis, often accompanied us and sexually abused my brother and me. It was deer hunting season in or around November, 1961, when my father took the family camping on The High Banks to hunt with my uncles. That night, as my brother and I were being sexually passed around the campfire to satisfy pedophile perversions, a lost hunter stumbled into our camp. My father shot him when he attempted to run; the rifle's blasts piercing my brain and further fragmenting my mind. I sat dazed in a dissociative trance while my mother methodically picked up the campsite and my father and uncles disposed of the body. As my father drove us away from the crime scene, we were stopped by several hunters who had the road blocked in a desperate attempt to locate their missing companion. They described the man I saw my father kill, and said they heard gunshots. Reality intruded on my dissociative trance, and I screamed and cried hysterically until I no longer knew why I was crying. My Uncle Ted soon became a street derelict. Uncle Bomber died a few years later from alcoholism in his early forties. And my father became more financially and politically connected. My mother's oldest brother, Uncle Bob, was a pilot in Air Force In- telligence and often boasted that he worked for the Vatican. Uncle Bob was also a commercial pornographer, producing kiddie porn for the local Michigan Mafia, which looped back to Mafia porn king and U.S. Representative Jerry Ford. I split off more personalities just to deal with my Uncle Bob, his "friends," and the perverse business he shared with my father. My father's sixth grade education had earned him a job as a worm digger for local sport fishermen. By the time I was six years old, however, his pornographic exploitation of my older brother, Bill, and me had provided enough income to move us into a bigger house nestled in the Michigan sand dunes. My father was right at home there. The tourists and drug dealers who littered the eastern shore of Lake Michigan further supplemented his income by paying for perverse sex with us children. My father also became involved in illicit drug sales. Soon after we moved, my father was reportedly caught sending kiddie porn through the U.S. mail. It was a bestiality film of me with my Uncle Sam O'Brien's Boxer dog, Buster. My Uncle Bob, also implicated in manufacturing the porn, out of apparent desperation informed my father of a U.S. Government Defense Intelligence Agency TOP SECRET Project to which he was privy. This was Project Monarch. Project Monarch was a mind-control operation which was "recruiting" multigenerational incest abused children with Multiple Personality Disorder for its genetic mind-control studies. I was a prime "candidate," a "chosen one". My father seized the opportunity as it would provide him immunity from prosecution. In the midst of the pandemonium that ensued, Jerry Ford arrived at our house with the evidence in hand for a meeting with my father. "Is Earl home?" he called to my mother, who nervously stood behind the screen door, hesitating to let him in. "Not yet," my mother replied, her voice shaking. "He should have been home from work by now-I know he's expecting you." "That's OK". Ford turned his attention to me. I was standing outside on the front porch, and he crouched down to my level. Patting the large, brown envelope containing the confiscated porn tucked under his arm he said, "You like doggies, huh?" "Buster is a nice doggy," I replied. "He's funny." Not understanding why the dog had been whisked away when the porn was confiscated, I complained, "Busters gone." "Buster's gone?" Ford asked. "Yeah. My Uncle Sam took him away," I told him. Ford laughed loudly at the irony of my statement. In my limited view, I thought he found it humorous that Buster was gone. My father pulled into the driveway, honking the horn of his new, tan convertible. Ford stood up. With his fly eye level to me, I noticed his penis was erect and reached for it as conditioned. "Not now, honey," he said. "I have business to tend..." Ford went inside with my parents to officially seal my fate. Not long after that my father was flown to Boston for a two-week course at Harvard on how to raise me for this off-shoot of MK-Ultra Project Monarch, When he returned from Boston, my father was smiling and pleased with his new knowledge of what he termed "reverse psychology". This equates to "satanic reversals," and involves such play-on- words as puns and phrases that stuck in my mind like, "You earn your keep, and I'll keep what you earn." He presented me with a commemorative charm bracelet of dogs, and my mother with the news that they "would be having more children" to raise in the project. (I now have two sisters and four brothers ranging from age 16 to 37 who are still under mind control.) My mother complied with my father's suggestions, mastering the art of language manipulation. For example, when I could not snap my own pajama top to the bottoms in a childish effort to keep my father out of them, I asked my mother, "please snap me". She did. she would snap her forefingers against my skin in a stinging manner. The pain I felt was psychological as this proved to me once again that she had no intention of protecting me from my father's sexual abuse. Also in keeping with his government-provided instructions, my father began working me like the legendary Cinderella. I shoveled fireplace ashes, hauled stacked firewood, raked leaves, shoveled snow, chopped ice, and swept — "because," my father said, "your little hands fit so nicely around the rake, mop, shovel, and broom handles." By this time, my father's sexual exploitation of me included prostitution to his friends, local mobsters and Masons, relatives, Satanists, strangers, and police officers. When I wasn't being worked to physical exhaustion, filmed pornographically, prostituted, or engaged in incest abuse, 1 dissociated into books. I had learned to read at the young age of four due to my photographic memory which was a natural result of MPD/DID. Government researchers involved in MK-Ultra Project Monarch knew about the photographic memory aspect of MPD/DID, of course, as well as other resultant "super human" characteristics. Visual acuity of an MPD/DID is 44 times greater than that of the average person. My developed unusually high pain threshold, plus compartmentalization of memory were "necessary" for military and covert operations applications. Additionally, my sexuality was primitively twisted from infancy. This programming was appealing and useful to perverse politicians who believed they could hide their actions deep within my memory compartments, which clinicians refer to as personalities.

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The Story of ‘The Fearless Girl,’ From the Women at McCann Who Made Her

It’s been three days since McCann New York and its client State Street Global Advisors, under the cover of darkness, dropped a statue called “The Fearless Girl” into Bowling Green Park in lower Manhattan.

Staring down the 28-year-old Wall Street “Charging Bull” statue, she’s a potent symbol of female leadership in business, and of the need for companies everywhere to get more women on their boards and into other powerful positions—for reasons not just symbolic but practical, as companies with gender-diverse leaders simply perform better financially.

The statue was literally an overnight sensation. It’s become a serious tourist attraction, mobbed day and night by crowds charmed by the girl’s confident and defiant pose. It’s become the place to take a selfie in Manhattan this week, and it’s a remarkable piece of breakthrough advertising in a category—finance—that doesn’t see many of them.

“This is about relevance,” State Street chief marketing officer Stephen Tisdalle tells AdFreak. “Relevance to investors’ portfolios, relevance in terms of our point of view about capital market events, and relevance about investing responsibly. We are firm believers in the principles of stewardship, and we want to reflect that in everything we do—especially as it pertains to our commitment in ESG [environmental, social and governance] investing. The placement of ‘The Fearless Girl’ in the epicenter of the world’s financial capital helps not only promote our commitment to women in leadership today and tomorrow, but it also establishes an interesting emotional and rational aspect to responsible investing.”

To hear more about the girl’s creation, we spoke with McCann copywriter Tali Gumbiner and art director Lizzie Wilson, who spearheaded the campaign, working with McCann’s production department and outside sculptor Kristen Visbal to bring the idea to life—timed to International Women’s Day on Wednesday.

Still ecstatic about the overwhelming reaction to the girl, Gumbiner and Wilson told us about how she came to be.

AdFreak: First of all, congratulations on a such an incredible reaction to the piece. Did you expect it to be so huge? Tali Gumbiner: When we first thought of it, we felt the magic for it. And then once we got into the weeds of production, and midnights at the office, we lost sight of the larger picture. So, when we launched it, we felt humbled and overwhelmed by how the city, and particularly individual girls, have reacted to it. So, I guess the answer is yes and no. But the breadth of the reaction, I think no one can expect that.

Can you put into words why people are so drawn to her? Lizzie Wilson: I think there is something so relatable about a kid. I think you see yourself in her, but you also see your kids. You see the future, and you see your past. I think there’s something so relatable about a little girl.

TG: Also, there was a lot of discussion with State Street about the timing of this, because it was so important and meaningful. Launching it on the cusp of International Women’s Day really provided so much fodder for people to emotionally react to her. I think that was a key element of this.

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Obviously this is a grander idea than a print ad or a hashtag or even an inspiring video. Where did the idea come from to do a statue? TG: State Street brought us a pretty once-in-a-blue-moon brief. They have this ETF [exchange-traded fund] called SHE, which only invests in companies with women in leadership. They conducted studies that found companies with gender-diverse leadership, and women in leadership, are actually more lucrative. So, we had this wonderful opportunity where we weren’t just advocating for women in leadership because it’s a nice thing to do, but because we actually need to change the perception of what a successful company is made of. That is such a challenge, but such a cool one.

We had to take a look at Wall Street and find a way to get people to rethink what leadership should be, because it’s been so historically male, and people—subconsciously or consciously—view male leaders as the backbone of successful financial companies. We couldn’t just do a print ad for the brief like that. It would be squandered.

So, we sat down and went through all these ways of how to flip the story. How can we do this in a way that’s disruptive, and has not been done before? And the bull just came to us. This is the symbol of power. Nobody talks about how he’s overwhelmingly masculine. People line up to rub his private parts! We had to figure out a way to change the meaning of the symbol of Wall Street. And the girl came from that.

Did you know Kristen Visbal, the sculptor, beforehand? How did she get involved? LW: She was found by production. It was very important to us to work with a female team. We really wanted a female artist to be part of this. We wanted a female photographer. We wanted as much female leadership represented as possible, and as many female hands on the project as possible.

So the team embodies the message. It really does. And Kristen did a fantastic job. She was unbelievably collaborative and really inspiring, and she was so excited about the project the whole time.

What was the time frame here? How long was the lead time? TG: Normally something like this would take well over a year. We briefed in the artist in December. So, it was nothing short of a heroic effort on the part of our production team, and Kristen’s production team. We all pulled multiple all-nighters for this.

LW: The process of making things out of bronze is exactly the same as it was when the Romans were doing. It takes months to make something like this. And they just worked around the clock. It was crazy.

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I read somewhere that Kristen based the girl on family members. Is that true? LW: No, that’s not true. The girl is a combination of a few little girls, plus some reference images. They are girls in her hometown.

TG: We were so meticulous with Kristen about designing the girl’s look. It was super important to us, and to everyone at McCann, that she feel relatable to all kinds of girls and all kinds of women. We didn’t want anyone to feel marginalized when they saw this girl, and we worked really hard to combine multiple different models and references into one amalgamation.

Her posture is so important, too. She’s strong and defiant. LW: I think the inspiration for the posture is taken directly from the power poses that women have been doing. There’s an awesome lady who did a TED Talk about power poses. The hands on the hips is such an amazing thing that you do as a kid that you don’t do as a grown woman. But all of that was so delicate, because you want her to be strong and confident, but you don’t want her to be angry.

TG: Every tiny detail of that pose, and particularly the face, and her tilt and angle, was so carefully designed to articulate a really specific message. We didn’t want her to be antagonistic. We just wanted her to be confident and self-assured. And it’s a really fine balance. In collaboration with Kristen, we think it couldn’t have turned out better.

You’ve explained it a bit, but can you talk more about choosing a girl instead of a woman? Was there any discussion of having a woman instead of a girl be the symbol of feminism here? LW: Yeah. I think the girl just felt universal. I feel like the girl is just something everyone can relate to—man, woman, regardless of age. She felt like the “in.”

TG: She really captures that David and Goliath sentiment, and the underdog element we were looking for. We also didn’t want this just to be about the women of today. We wanted to inspire the future leaders of tomorrow. And we felt that a grown woman wouldn’t be as emotionally striking as a little girl. But it was definitely a very thoroughly discussed topic. She struck a chord as a little girl, and she was more inspiring as a little girl.

Were you guys there overnight Monday when they set her up? And have you spent much time down there checking out people’s reactions? LW: We were there during the entire installation. We started around midnight on Tuesday. I think it went until about 4, and then we got some photography at 5 or 6 in the morning. It was pretty incredible. She was lifted up off a truck bed and craned over into position. It was cool. Also, going down on site—Tim, I don’t know if you’ve been down there, but it is so much fun. It is just a constant stream of kids, and women, and men, and people wandering around during lunchtime.

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I’ve seen some great photos. TG: You should check out the live bull cam. There’s always a live camera on the bull itself. You won’t even be able to see her, because she is just mobbed. Lizzie and I went down there a lot before the girl was dropped, just to take different measurements and stuff. And we were so used to seeing mobs of people around the bull. And it’s been so fun for us to see the attention shifted to our girl, and see the mobs of people paying attention to her. That’s been very special for us, to have that before-and-after vision.

It must be really gratifying to create a piece that’s so tactile and artful. So much advertising is virtual, on a screen or a page. LW: It’s amazing. Any person who works in advertising, I think it’s their dream—to make something tactile, that you can take your parents down, and touch, and explain what you do.

TG: Lizzie’s parents are coming in from Georgia tomorrow, and she’s actually doing that! Which is so endearing to me. I love that.

LW: What we make is so ephemeral. To make something that might be around for a while is so gratifying.

Speaking of that, there’s been a lot of speculation about whether she will get to stay. What have you heard on that front? TG: We’re fighting for it, man. We’re fighting the good fight. We’re guaranteed until April 2, I think. There have been a lot of calls from political people like Chelsea Clinton, and Hollywood people like Jessica Chastain. There are a lot of calls out there to make her a permanent fixture. We really support that, obviously, and want to make that a reality.

LW: We’re talking to the city to see if there’s any way she can stay longer. We would love for her to be semi-permanent or permanent. That’s the dream.

CREDITS Client: State Street Global Advisors Agency: McCann NY Eric Silver: North American Chief Creative Officer Joyce King Thomas: Chief Creative Officer Devika Bulchandani: Managing Director Tom Murphy: Co-Chief Creative Officer Sean Bryan: Co-Chief Creative Officer Lizzie Wilson: Sr. Art Director Tali Gumbiner: Sr. Copywriter Nathy Aviram: Chief Production Officer Christine Lane: Executive Producer, Innovation Deb Archambault: Senior Integrated Producer George Katz: Design Director David Mashburn: Design Director David Broad: Head of Communications Strategy Gemma Craven: Director of Social and Mobile Kevin Kim: Strategy Director Peter Bracegirdle: Executive Account Director Molly Vossler: Account Supervisor Doug Harrison: Junior Producer Steven Marchione: Senior Project Manager Jeremy Miller: Chief Communications Officer Neena Koyen: Brand Communications Director Nathan Troester: Senior Editor Brett Berman: Maker Eric Perini: Maker Eric Johnson: Executive Music Producer Dan Gross: Music Producer

Artist Kristen Visbal: Visbal Sculpture, Inc.

Production Company Bryan Roberts: Owner, Traction Creative Stuart Weissman: Owner, SWP

Photography Federica Valabrega: Photographer Jack Shanahan: DP Jeff Clanet: AC Kris Chu: Retoucher

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OK so what we have here is a police officer who decided to confront a suspected killer without backup. Also she wasn’t wearing a vest. Why do officers do this? You’re going to chase down a suspected killer who according to earlier reports ALLEGEDLY shot his pregnant ex girlfriend to death, and you’re going to do it ALONE. WHO DOES THAT? Not to mention this guy had been on the run since December 13, 2016. That means that if he’s on the run, he doesn’t want to jeapordize his freedom and he’d be willing to do ANYTHING to stay free. Even if that means killing an officer. This wasn’t personal. She just was in the way and she was a threat. Did the person who he carjacked get murdered? No. He could have killed them as well. The only killing that was personal was the Ex girlfriend. He didn’t kill the cashier or anyone else in the vicinity. The reason for me saying this is this isn’t about this guy hating cops.

Also stop trying to tie the death of the officer who was killed on his motorcycle enroute to the scene. Every news source is saying 2 OFFICERS killed. Accuracy is important. He killed one officer and he’s suspected of killing an ex.

His ex Sade Dixon

Gunned down by suspect Marketing Loyd

Markeith Loyds Facebook is loaded with tons of thirsty chicks hoping to get a shot at the title of being his boo. Sade Dixon won. But winning isn’t always a good thing. Sometimes if you have to fight hard to get to the number one spot in someone’s life, chances are you might end up on the losing end. Love isn’t about competition.

Y’all know I usually go hard on criminals and y’all also know I’m not a cop lover. So I’m not going to spend time bragging about what kind of hero she was. Simply for the fact that I just don’t want to. To me once you sign up to be an officer and patrol the streets, violence and even death can be part of the job. Law enforcement is a PERSONAL CHOICE . And the fact that she has a son who is without their mother, this mother made the choice of policing the streets as her career. It comes with the territory. That’s why I’m not a cop. I’m not interested in putting my life on the line for my country or state.

But back to Loyd. There’s something interesting about this case. His Facebook profile shows a different kind of man than what the public is portraying. No I’m not saying he doesn’t have a criminal past. I’m not saying he didn’t kill the cop or his ex. What I’m saying is I’d like to shed light on what this guy was really about. Now the eyes are supposedly the window to the soul. I’d love to jump on the wagon with everyone else and attack his character. But I’m not going to kick him when he’s already down. He’s getting what he wanted. He’s MOST WANTED.

On his Facebook page he talks about love with his ex and sharing love to his friends and followers. I noticed that when a photo of him shirtless was posted, he received over 100 likes. But when the photo of he and his girlfriend was posted, it received 7 likes. That means Sade Nixon had a lot of haters. His last post was apparently the same day he allegedly killed her. He posted that it was TIME TO POWER UP. And in that post it shows an emoji with stacks of cash. I can look at Loyd and tell that he himself had a lot of haters as well. He seems like a guy who likes nice things.

But did he snap? What transpired between he and Sade? Have we heard his side of the story? Have we heard her side of the story? If he’s posting that he loves her and she betrays him, men can’t handle that type of rejection. Men can’t handle that type of disrespect. Yeah we can call him names like coward because he killed someone. But he’s not the only one and he won’t be the last. Also I’ve read many comments about him being a black man who killed a black woman. What the FUCK does that have to do with anything? Ted Bundy killed over 50 white women so stop the racist bullshit. All races kill. All races murder their children. All races have domestic disputes. So this isn’t about him being black.

Also I don’t like the fact that because an officer is killed, $60,000 is raised immediately to being Justice for her death, but missing children hardly get notice and it can take months to get a $5,000 incentive to locate the child.

Besides who do you think is willing to go up against him right now? Loyd has nothing to lose. He’s very dangerous. Shit if I saw him, I DIDN’T SEE HIM! I’m not dying for you idiots. Then Sheriff Demings is talking about he doesn’t want his officers chasing after him because he’s dangerous!! But you wanna offer the public money to find him? Fuck you. That’s YOUR JOB. YOU look for him.

Markeith is probably holed up somewhere with some chick. There’s countless women out there who’d love to be his accomplice.

The story below…

An Orlando police Sergeant was shot and killed Monday after approaching a suspect wanted for questioning in the murder of his pregnant ex-girlfriend, and a second law enforcement officer was killed in a motorcycle crash while responding to a massive manhunt for the suspect.

More than a dozen schools were placed in lockdown during the manhunt, and authorities were offering a $60,000 reward for information leading to the arrest of Markeith Loyd, the 41-year-old suspect wanted for the murder of Master Sgt. Debra Clayton.

Clayton was killed outside a Wal-Mart store in northwest Orlando early Monday, and an Orange County Sheriff’s Office deputy was killed in a crash while responding to a manhunt for Loyd. The deputy wasn’t identified because his family hadn’t been notified.

Another Orlando police officer also was involved in a crash while responding to the shooting but only had minor injuries.

Authorities said Loyd previously was a suspect in the murder of his pregnant ex-girlfriend last December.

“He should be considered armed and dangerous,” Police Chief John Mina said at a morning press conference. Later in the day, the chief said, “It doesn’t matter where he is. We will track him down to the ends of the Earth.”

Orange County Sheriff Jerry Demings said deputies had been searching unsuccessfully for Loyd for several weeks and believe he was receiving help from someone.

At an afternoon news conference, Demings urged Loyd to turn himself in peacefully.

“If we have to go in after him, then that jeopardizes and puts at risk the safety of law enforcement officers … and we cannot control what happens in that situation,” Demings said.

Mina lauded Clayton, a 17-year veteran of the force as a “committed” officer and “a hero” who gave her life to the community she loves. The Orlando Police Department said in a tweet that Clayton always had a smile and a high five for every child she came across.

“She made a point, even outside her working hours, do to things for youth and do things for the community,” said Deputy Chief Orlando Rolon.

She was married and had a college-aged son. She died Monday at 7:40 a.m., less than an hour after she was shot while on duty.

Police released a video of Clayton’s body being taken out of the hospital to a waiting van in a flag-covered stretcher. A line of officers saluted as the stretcher was wheeled out.

Authorities said 17 area schools were placed in lockdown following the shooting.

Officers and deputies were focusing their manhunt on an apartment complex in northwest Orlando, and dozens of residences had been searched. The apartment complex and shooting in northwest Orlando was nowhere near Orlando’s tourism corridor in the southern part of the metro area.

“There will be a large law enforcement presence in that area until we can determine he is not there,” Mina said.

Orlando Mayor Buddy Dyer declared a day of mourning in the city.

While at the Wal-Mart Monday morning, Clayton was tipped off by someone that Loyd was in the area. When she approached him, he fired multiple shots at Clayton, who was wearing body armor, Mina said.

Clayton returned fire but didn’t hit him, he said.

Sheriff’s officials said a deputy spotted Loyd fleeing in a vehicle. The suspect pulled into a nearby apartment complex and then fired at a deputy, striking the deputy’s SUV twice. The deputy wasn’t harmed, the sheriff’s office said.

Loyd then carjacked another vehicle, drove away and then abandoned the vehicle not far away, according to the sheriff’s office.

The manhunt was being conducted where he abandoned the vehicle.

The Orange County Sheriff’s Office deputy was killed more than two hours after the shooting when a van collided with his motorcycle as he responded to the manhunt, authorities said.

Gov. Rick Scott cancelled an appearance in Orlando because of the shooting but appeared with Orlando officials at the news conference.

“I’m heartbroken and angry,” Scott said.

Floridas Most Wanted, Markeith Lloyd (Loyd) OK so what we have here is a police officer who decided to confront a suspected killer without backup.

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