#cause you can't see proof of it on your banking

[fortheb0ys]

I love when I intend to pay with money but end up forgetting and pay with debit.

#when you spend psychical money it feels like you're not spending anything #cause you can't see proof of it on your banking #makes me feel better #teheheh #☆*charlie's rambles

[charyou-tree]

The far-right wants American politics to feel like having an abusive parent.

If you have an abusive Father lets say, you come to learn that you can't reason with him. You don't defy him or he hurts you, and trying to explain your point of view never works, so eventually you give up trying. Your only goal is to manage interactions with him so you don't get hurt.

So instead, when you need something, you go to your Mother instead, because you might actually have a chance of influencing her behavior. So, if she's not able to get you something, say, because Father controls the bank accounts, you might get angry with Mother instead because she chose not to listen to you this time! Father never listens, so you don't even consider that a failure, that's just "normal". That's just how Father is. Mother is usually nice, she just decided to be mean!

This is why republican controlled legislatures don't pass anything except tax cuts for themselves. The whole plan is to prove the idea of "Government Never Helps" by example. Why? To make the party who promised to use the government to help people look bad, so that the people who voted for that party blame them for betraying their voters, instead of blaming the wannabe oligarchs stonewalling progress for the last 40 years. The republican party follows the same playbook every time:

Cut taxes and dump money into your buddy's company

Companies get rich(er) and hire people to expand, unemployment temporarily goes down

Lack of government revenue makes budgets tight, and times seem good so we "have to" cut social services (because raising taxes makes you look like the bad guy, and the democrats already are a minority party)

Massive corporate power results in billions of dollars being taken from working people, resulting in increasing poverty, homelessness, social problems in general, made worse by the lack of social services

"Democrats never deliver on their promises, voting doesn't work, both sides are evil, there's no point in trying to change things"

Young people and leftists stay home, republican majority is elected

goto 1.

The democratic party has held a veto-proof majority exactly once in the last 40 years, for about 8 months during the Obama administration. (Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Party_divisions_of_United_States_Congresses) That was the last-best-chance we had at getting anything useful done, every other time has had one or more republican majorities blocking progress.

It pisses me off so much to see the short-sighted leftists on the internet talking about how "voting doesn't work" and waxing poetic about how we need a revolution that they know damn well isn't coming. You know why voting doesn't seem to work? Because you smug idiots decided you were too good for it and won't do it!

If any of you think that adding yourselves to the "Did Not Vote" category will somehow cause American political leadership to stop flirting with fascism please block me right now. I am disgusted with how many people who bitch and moan about how awful our government is can't be bothered to do the BARE FUCKING MINIMUM about it.

We have a government made of conservative old people because conservatives and old people ALWAYS VOTE.

If y'all don't even vote, you're not fighting a revolution. Grow up.

#voting #politics #If this is talking about you #you're becoming one of the useful idiots #spend less energy policing your allies #and more defeating the fascists that want all of us dead

[bingbongsupremacy]

The Alter

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Warnings: Pet name Baby, Really short oneshot

Summary: On the day of your wedding, Jason chooses Robin over you.

*Not Proof Read*

*****

" Five minutes! " The wedding coordinator shouts from down the hallway. I nervously chew on my lip.

Where is he?

" Don't do that, you'll mess up your lipstick. " Raven gently pushes my hand away. " He'll be here. He...probably forgot his tux or something. You know how he is. " She rolls her eyes.

I let out a nervous chuckle and sit back against one of the chairs. " You're right. He can be so forgetful. "

I hope he just forgot.

The minutes seem to pass by quickly. Raven's eyebrows twitch as her eyes look past my body.

" Y/N..." Gar's voice rings out nervously.

My eyes shoot towards the green haired boy, worried something might have happened to Jason. " Did something happen to Jason? " I ask, getting out of my chair. " Is he alright? What hospital? "

Gar shakes his head. " No, he's not hurt. At least I don't think he is...He's 2 hours away at a bank robbery. Bruce tracked him down when he wasn't answering his phone. "

My heart sinks.

How could he?

He promised today would be our day. Only our day.

I clench my jaw. " You're lying. He's coming. He has to come! He-he fucking promised me, Gar. He promised. "

This has to be some stupid joke. A really unfunny stupid joke.

" Y/N..." Raven places her hand gently on my shoulder.

I brush it off, trying to regain my composure. " He's coming. We're waiting until he gets here. "

I don't have to look up to see the looks of pity. The feeling of their eyes on my body is enough to cause my stomach to twist.

We're going to be here a while.

______

The guests left.

One by one they slowly trickled out of the double doored chapel. I didn't miss the looks of pity and whispers of what might of happened as they walked past.

I still waited.

He'd show up sooner or later. He has to. He promised.

Eventually most of the team left as well with promises to check in on me. They had lives to get back to. People to go see.

Finally the doors open.

He's here.

Heavy footsteps run through the hallway, echoing off the tall walls. " Y/N...."

I don't respond.

His breath is shallow, like he's been running for a while. " Shit, I'm so sorry, baby. "

Of course he is.

" I-I didn't think the job'd last that long-"

" You promised. " I spit, finally looking up at the man. His hair is slick with sweat. He's still in his suit, blood splattered in numerous spots. " You fucking promised me Jason. "

" I know but- "

I don't let him finish. " No. You're always doing this. You're always putting me second. Do you know how humiliating it was to sit here and wait for you? You left me at the alter. " I stand up, anger seeping through my pores. " You never think about me. You're-you're addicted to the praise. You live for high of danger. What about me? I asked for one day. One fucking day! And that was too much for you! "

Guilt floods Jason's features. He swallows harshly.

" I've stood by you through everything. You've missed my birthday, our anniversary, my fucking graduation and now you've missed our wedding. You will never put me first. " I take a deep breath. Tears sting that back of my eyes. " So I need to put me first. I'm done, Jason. I can't do this with you anymore. I need someone who gives a fuck about me. "

Jason's eyes widen in realization. Panic floods his face. " What? Y/N-Baby please! We can-I can fix this. I swear to god I'll fix this. "

I shake my head. " No. We're done Jason. " I harshly brush some tears from my face.

" Y/N! Please. " Jason begs, taking a step towards me.

I blow past him towards the door. " Take care of yourself Jason. Hope your job's worth it. "

The large wooden doors of the church clatter behind me. With every step a small pinch of relief floods my body.

I'm going to be okay. With or without Jason Todd.

#fanfiction #fanfic #jason todd #jason toddxreader #dc robin #red hood #robin jason todd #x reader #redhood #titans x reader #dc titans

[duchessofostergotlands]

I want to say something about Kate visiting the baby bank today: first at all, I'm glad she did it, I think it was smart programming the visit now, at the beginning of the spring, because this is the time people clean their closet and give away the clothes they and/or their children have grown out of. However, and what I'm about to say doesn't reflect on today Kate's engagement, it baffles me how food banks are always framed as proof of people's generosity and not as the government's failure. I mean, I'm fine with royals visiting them and making deals with companies to provide goods and gifting them fridges but it makes me made when Rishi Sunak or Biden does it because there is a link between their policies and people having to rely on the genosity of strangers to survive. They volunteer in centers as if poverty is a chronic disease that can't be beaten and not the result of their policies.

You're right about food banks and such, I agree entirely. I'm saying that up front because the way I write can sound really blunt and I want you to know that it's not how I'm saying it in my head, we're on the same page about the important stuff! But 1) we can natter on about how they shouldn't exist until the cows come home - in fact, most charities shouldn't exist if society functions properly - but you can't erase poverty overnight and in the meantime people can't feed and clothe their children today, tomorrow and the day after. It's shameful that in a wealthy country we have so many children living - and dying - in poverty, but we do so I think anyone who sees others in distress and takes action in the way they can to try and meet the immediate, urgent need is doing more than most of us and that is commendable and 2) most importantly, Kate is not Rishi Sunak. I have seen Tory politicians visiting food banks and praising them and my reaction to that is the same as your reaction! The Tories caused this and so when they go to a food bank it feels like blatant cruelty, looking someone in the eye when you put them in this position and then acting like you can't do anything when in reality you just don't want to. But Kate's not a politician. She didn't cause poverty. And she can't be partisan so even if she agrees with us she absolutely cannot say that. If you think about it your message could go for literally any charity they visit or project they set up. Think about all the mental health in schools work. Kate set up Mentally Healthy Schools. If our government stepped in and provided mental health support in every school, mandatory training for school staff, and better financial resources then Mentally Healthy Schools wouldn't need to exist. It is a product of our government's failures, just like baby banks are. But the bulk of Kate's job is to champion charities, frame them as an example of the best of British society, and not mention the government's failures. That's constitutional monarchy for ya!

#ask #anon #kate middleton #british royal family

[harveyb-wabbit92]

[Akari takes Dan (Ultraseven) and Shin (Zero) through the ARD customs where the scanners start to short out when scanning Dan.]

Security officer, into his radio: Shut it down!

[The guard is silence by the person on the other end.]

Security officer: What? You sure?....Okay.

[The guard turns to the Moroboshi family.]

Security officer: Sorry for the inconvenience, sir. Somethings wrong with our scanner, it seems to think your dead.

Dan: Ah, yes. I was listed as missing in action a few years back.

Officer: Regardless of the reason, my captain wants to see you at her station, just pass the doors up front you can't miss it.

{The three do as the officer instructed, they are greeted by a tired looking woman in her early 40s waiting for them.]

Captain Akine : Yes. I see the problem already Mr. Moroboshi, my console says your dead...

Dan: How can you be so sure that it's truly me and not someone pretending to be me?

Captain Akine: This outpost has the best scanners on earth that money can buy, It could get DNA off of skin flakes. Plus, I'm fairly sure it's you. You worked with my father after all.

Dan: Your father?

Captain Akine: *Nods* Sugo.

Dan: Sugo's child...Right, he did have a girlfriend he was talking about marriage last I heard.

Captain Akine: Right, Now. Let's focus on your situation. Now usually, you'd have to go through security admin to reactivate your IDs, Then through Customs and immigration for a citizenship card to gain access to both the Alien refugee and Earth residential districts themselves, and then maybe visit the Bank while your at it: spending 50 years dead is popular tax dodge...

[Dan and Shin looked blue in the face causing Akari to snicker at them.]

Captain Akine: But.. I can see you're a busy man. So how about I just press this little button here, and we call it done?

Shin: Is that even legal?

Captain Akine: Would you rather sit in stuffy room for hours with 60 other people waiting for some machine to call your number just so you can fill out what is essentially just the same form 50 times over? or would you rather take my shortcut?

Dan: Do it.

Captain Akine, presses the button: There now you're already to go, enjoy your stay in the ARD and try to stay out of trouble, tensions are high enough already.

Akari, as they're leaving the station: You got lucky it was her that flagged you guys down and not the other captain.

Shin: Does the other captain not like Aliens sharing space with humans?

Akari, looks disgusted: He had lady Valky who runs a bakery a few blocks from here arrested. Her crime? For having a human son! He had that poor woman held up in interrogation for hours cos' he was so convinced that she had kidnapped the boy; despite everyone showing him the proof that she had adopted the kid...

Shin: That's awful.

Akari: Yeah...Luckily, everything was ok in the end; The UFG stepped in and he back off, but that fool had no idea how close he came to starting a riot on both sides with his narrow mindedness... My place is this way.

[Akari proceeded to show her father and brother around the Alien refugee district before taking them junkyard she was living in.]

#don't tag as ship #S: Mass effect 2 #ultraman incorrect quotes #tokusatsu incorrect quotes #ultraman #tokusatsu #ultraseven #ultraman zero #ultraman oc: Akari Yuri #ultrawoman Akari #daughter oc #little sister oc #ultrawoman oc #half-alien oc

[atypical-irritant]

I think it goes without saying, but the general concept and key points surrounding syscourse are idiotic. What else is new when you're talking about internet centere discourse, I know. Still, seeing it's effects on the greater plural community really get on my nerves. That anyone takes any of it seriously when arguments commonly subsist of demonizing the opposition and seeing who can scream their point loudest. If it doesn't start that way, it eventually devolves into it when one side runs out of rebuttals.

There is, of course, the fact that when you're talking about people having to defend their very existence against a group adamant that said existence is impossible or a threat to them, things are bound to get personal. I'll admit. It's the lack of self awareness that gets under my skin, especially from those more aggressively assured in their stance.

To be more specific, self proclaimed anti-endogenic systems who go out of their way to harass and discredit endogenic systems regardless of what they say, are a stain and detriment to the plural community. Coming from a group stigmatized, demonized, and outright denied to exist by society, even in the psychology field you so often site as the proof of your point, and to turn around and do the same to another is pathetic and shameful. The lack of perspective and refusal to attempt the slightest amount of nuance or self awareness makes us all look bad.

I'm aware many involved in these arguments are minors, so of course they resort to mockery and regurgitating topic points without much forethought. We, as a community, shouldn't turn a blind eye to this and especially not encouraging it. Those more mature or experienced should be setting an example, not passively ignoring things in an attempt to not make fighting worse. There is a difference between not adding fuel to the fire and being complacent with the damage its causing.

That is not to say all tension between endogenic and traumagenic systems is unfounded or irrelevant. For example, many things written for or by endogenic systems can be actively harmful for some traumagenic systems if applied, especially things more spiritual in nature, but no issue will ever be properly addressed if everyone is too busy having to justify their existence at every turn.

Projecting and misdirecting your pain at others stunts progress. Not to mention I've sat for years watching the same stale points being parroted like some righteous mantra.

No one is "wasting resources", the internet isn't a food bank.

There is more to psychology than a perpetually outdated textbook written by humans just as susceptible to bias and prejudice as you, perhaps even more.

If someone is mistaken about or can't remember how they came to be, it's not your right to forcibly correct them. It's arrogant to assume you know a stranger better than they do, not to mention egotistical given the context.

Demanding undeniable proof of someone's existence straight to their face is still one of the most asinine things I've ever heard. I still can't believe how common that is, do you all hear yourselves?! Not to mention it's scientifically impossible to prove a negative as even the most proven theories are still theories.

That's just to name a few, but you get the point. People existing in a similar way but by different means isn't the intrusion you think it is; traumagenic systems don't own the concept of having multiple people shoved in one mind. Watching so many act like they do in the name of "scientific fact" and "fighting misinformation", as if they aren't actively doing the exact opposite, is infuriating.

It was never about what's fact from faking; you just did what humans have done for centuries. You found something different you didn't understand and wanted it gone. That we put up with this as a fact of life within social plural spaces shows we've failed as a community.

As a disclaimer: I'm only referring to posts and arguments via posts within the community tags and other publically available formats. I'm aware "argument" is a light word when things often escalate to outright death threats, organized harassment groups, and other forms of blatant intimidation. When someone has taken an argument so far as to legitimately try and silence the opposition to that degree, the actual points were abandoned and things have become personal. Here, I'm only focused on the repercussions of segregating an entire community in a way that requires divulging sensitive and private information, like a trauma history, and the hypocrisy of those most vocal.

If there is anyone reading this who doesn't agree trying to push a stranger to suicide or otherwise put them in physical danger is going too far, regardless of their stance on internet plural discourse, then what I've written was likely wasted on you anyway.

#syscourse mention #pluralgang #actually did #plural community #endo safe #did/osdd #hate never changes #origin labels #my post

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Meanwhile back at our epic bank heist!

*As driving, Imposter looks at the road*

The roads sure seem trouble to drive... are we there yet?

We are nearly there, just about an hour before we get to the bank, be sure you all are ready...

I see... thank you...

Man, I'm getting nervous of all this driving; I wish I had some music to play or something...

Unless you want to get caught then I recommend against it.

boo, you suck lemon boy!

Now now, let's not fight - will get there soon...

Still, at least the roads aren't as bad as they were in India, I swear the Naxalites they were much worse...

The Naxalites? What are those...?

The Naxalites are a terrorist organization in India, they did start to decline around 2013 when the tragedy started - in fact I was only 3 when when they were formed so my parents did speak about them or at least my mother did.

They make claims that they represent the poorest and most socially marginalized members of Indian society but in reality they committed numberous crimes; from waged guerrilla warfare, have disrupted infrastructure by damaging transportation, communication, and power lines so hearing that stuff was common where I'm from, especially as they tend to target business men which even my parents move to Japan when I was in middle school.

But yet again, you Ultimate Desparis are no different from them honestly, given you all committed war crimes, cause terrorism and the stuff you did as well, right?

...I can't deny your claims.

Mr. Hakoda... can we not discuss this right now?

Why? I think given what our organization is for and he works for Junko Enoshima, it makes sense to suspect him, wouldn't it?

Besides, who's to say that after we get the briefcase - he'll run off with it or destroy it? Will never know for sure with that and unless I see proof then I'm gonna have my doubts...

...

...

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #ds:rw #despair side: re write #dr:thh #danganronpa: trigger happy havoc #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #ultimate imposter #kyoko kirigiri #byakuya togami #biju hakoda #masuyo miyahira #anonymous #ds ep 5

[straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept]

So, the archer is like the perfect song to describe the autistic experience of unmasking for the first time imo. And that's basically what I'm going to write about in this post so here we go.

The first verse starting off with challenging herself on her desires, because of the effect that media has on her, is such an autistic coded line to me personally. "Combat, I'm ready for combat, I say I don't want that but what if I do?" Just perfectly describes how difficult it can be as an undiagnosed autistic person to figure out what aspects of your personality are real and which parts are for show.

Pairing that with "cruelty wins in the movies, ive got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you" is such a great line to further my autistic analysis of this song because like idk this is just autism to me. Or rather, this is what it feels like to learn that I'm autistic and revisit my entire memory bank with this knowledge trying to figure out what I actually desire out of life. The admission here that you take your cues from movies can also be seen as an autistic admission of masking through popular media.

I know for me, once I started dating my current partner, I really had to unlearn a lot of unrealistic expectations I developed through watching TV as a child. Now that I know I'm autistic, I can see how those movie ideals affected the way I interact and behave. I also think that the tension here between what she says and what her thoughts are reveal a disconnect of not knowing who you truly are because you've been masking for so long that your entire personality is just what appeals to the broadest group of strangers.

Then we get into the core fear running throughout the song, "who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay?" Is such a HEARTBREAKING lyric. Like there are so many ways you can talk about this lyric but if you're viewing it through an autistic lens, this lyric really gets to the heart of the brokenness that many undiagnosed autistic adults feel.

You've crafted such an artifical version of yourself that is appealing to people that they're initially attracted to you, but the cost of keeping that mask up gets unrealistic and once it starts to slip and you should people your "true" colors, you start losing them. They can't stay, once they see who you really are.

I've felt this way my entire life, like I'm just an awful self-centered human being who is unlovable and fakes things for attention, and my compulsive lying as a kid was proof of that instead of proof that I was trying so hard to present an acceptable mask without even knowing that's what I was doing.

Then we get the second verse, where she explains why she feels like nobody could stay with her and she points to her desire to "search for your dark side," even if she's alright being in the present moment with people. She can't help but feel like people who are "too" nice are hiding something from her, which can be seen as another autistic feeling because so many of us do this esp undiagnosed adults!!

We don't value people who don't seem to want anything from us because it feels "too good to be true," and then she says "I cut off my nose just to spite my face and hate my reflection for years and years." This is another thing that undiagnosed autistic people can do, there is high comorbidity between autism and EDs for example. Like, she is saying here that she's so unhappy with herself that she punishes herself with her ED and this makes her feel like a bad person who "deserves to be alone." I think that this is something a lot of autistic people can relate to, in particular.

Then we get "I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost" which is something my autism has actually done to me before. Like, I've gone to bed anxious and that anxiety just compounds in my sleep until I wake up and pace through my house until I calm down. I'm not saying she's doing it cause she's autistic, but I am saying that my autistic ass relates to this lyric in this particular way. Especially this idea of walking up feeling like the room is on fire with invisible smoke, and the way that she repeats "help me hold onto you," which is such an honest admission of needing help to see the truth.

Like, the anxiety here and the desire she feels to not let it ruin her relationship to the point where she is asking her partner "help me hold onto you," because she knows she can't do it on her own because her thoughts are too dark to let her see the reality of their situation at times like this.

And then we get the most autistic part of the song to me, the bridge where she basically repeats the sentiment "they see right through me, I see right through me, do you see right through me?" This to me is like the epitome of the masked autistic experience. This is how I felt my entire life, this is how I looked for a connection my entire life, wanting someone to see who I am but dreading it at the same time because you don't want to be rejected for things you can't change about yourself.

Oh and then the part about "all the kings men couldn't put me together again" is how it feels to realize that you've been using sex and male approval to soothe the fear that you have that you're unlovable and then pairing it with "all of my enemies started out friends" is such a raw admission of feeling like you're the problem all the time, because you've made all your friends hate you.

The archer just hits all the fears I had as an undiagnosed autistic person and it transports me back to a time where I still felt that way and I didn't know that I'm actually pretty fucking normal and not broken at all and that's why even though I adore the song, it hurts way too much to stream consistently for me.

#the archer #autism #unmasking autism chronicles #taylor swift #personal #lyric analysis #song analysis

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 008: Medusa and Mysterio

MASTERPOST

ASM 62-67

This entry's very compelling, but what a mess.

In this first issue, Peter says that he has ~never fought a female before~.

*snickers* Oooh this is going to be a good one.

This Medusa attacks with her hair and is apparently part of the Inhumans.

...THOSE Inhumans?

Oh Lord.

So she's there to test the Average Joe or something, which Peter definitely isn't.

More importantly, someone has my name! Love his suit, less fond of his face. He's giving Magnus McGilded (real name) or whatever name you know him under (Cosney Megundal for me).

See the likeness? To be fair, I dig the suit.

So Medusa's here for peace and giggles, but capitalism immediately rears its head and that blond guy above ask her to participate in a shampoo add. Which causes all sort of questions. How would she get paid? She doesn't have a human bank account (presumably), she doesn't care about human money (for now, presumably) and she sets up even more unrealistic standards for the human race (which. is interesting. there's something there. but anyway). And when McGilded/Bliss (...) offers to make a contract, she doesn't care and he's overjoyed. This story better hope it's a communist manifesto.

Even with these panels, I can say Peter's a handsome guy.

Meanwhile Osborn and Jameson are acting like an old married couple and I never thought I'd say this but it makes sense! Do they have a ship name? Osbon? Jamesorn? I'll listen to your suggestions!

The source of Norman's internal conflict is that he's progressively remembering about the times he dressed in drag and was a queen of BDSM with young jock DILF-seeker Peter Parker as partner. Norman hasn't been slaying for a while, and it's time he dons the cloth once again!

*snickers*

McGilded says he'll pay Medusa in fame, which is absolutely a scam, younglings, don't fall for it. She agrees with me and tells the producer to get rekt.

The producer motivates Peter to go fight Medusa fists first, questions later (which makes complete sense, remember when he fought the Human Torch?) and Peter has this to say:

"That's the trouble with women... they just can't keep their mouths shut!"

That is not very slay of you, Peter. Give back your woke badge, you're making me want to go read The Killing Joke.

By now, Peter begs every being he fights to not use up all his webbing, as it's very expensive. Peter, you sound like a broken record.

Peter also accuses me, a respected member of the Homiesexual community, of being a liar. This is a hate crime.

In the end, Peter gets back at McGilded, but can't get his mind off Gwen. This issue is gold and we, commies of the 21st century, deeply appreciate it.

This is a good thing, since the Vulture (apparently still alive) is going all Shadow the Hedgehog on us.

So here I was, enjoying a dark story about the Vulture avenging his name and Spidey having trouble with the rain when I was assaulted by an advertisement:

This sent me in a deep dive: who was Donald O. Bolander?

"Donald O Bolander is the author of books such as Instant Synonyms and Antonyms."

Fascinating biography. Don is/was like that one author you subscribe to for one article, who spams you every week with incredibly boring newsletters, but you can never seem to get the courage to suppress them from your daily life. Somehow, they've become part of your waking hours.

We got a bit more information here if you're curious. Anyway, he died in 2010, but look at you, Donald. It's 2023 and you're still making an impact on our lives. Godspeed!

Anyway, Peter goes back home and goes to sleep in his drenched Spidey costume, which is probably bad but I can't say I ever had this specific experience so you do you. He can't fall asleep because his brain keeps acting up, and this is once again proof that Peter has ADHD, thanks for coming to my TED talk.

Peter has internalized homophobia and thus can't ask Harry to give in to his urges and massage his back, but one other interesting thing happens: Vietnam.

So War on Vietnam has been mentioned a few times during these comics. It's not condemned, which is interesting because by 1968, there were definitely people speaking out against it. I think the writers might have wanted to speak out too, but weren't necessarily allowed to do so -- at least, not at that moment. I'm curious to see if the characters go against it.

Someone knocks, and it's Norman, who's considerably less nice than before. Repression!

So that issue was a fun one, the final battle (Vulture vs Vulture vs Spider-Man) incorporated well both Peter's Spidey and civillian lives. I don't care for the Vulture, but the soap opera is great!

The Vulture's attack continues and Robbie Robertson gets a chance to appear, to my usual delight (although I haven't mentioned him until now, he's a reasonable figure in Peter's life and these are usually rare in these comics. In fact, he directly notices that Spidey mentions him by name and figures it's someone he knows. Good going!

Meanwhile MJ gets a dated haircut, Anna and May are still in love with each other, and Anna really thinks her niece's hair are too masculine. Aaah, the Sixties. Gwen still has her long hair and shows off her legs, so she's a much better candidate for a Parker romance, obviously. Gwen's father suddenly recovered from his memory loss - as is known to happen, see the previous arc - so everything's fine again between Peter and Gwen.

Peter uses his smarts and beats the Vulture, but falls unconscious in the street... Will he get unmasked?

I mean, I could absolutely see it, SM2-way.

It so happens that Papa Stacey is here and will *not* let anybody unmask his favorite hero in his presence. He says he wouldn't do it without a legal expert. I wonder what he means by that.

One character mentions it's election year, and I wonder if it's going to be a prominent storyline. Is Osborn mayor already? Is he going to become mayor? Hm.

At this point, both Peter and Norman have been absent for a while and I have to wonder if people thought they had eloped or something. A politician, having a secret relationship with a younger male? Never seen that before!

Meanwhile MJ cameos to scare all of us. Is she in her Cats costume?

So Peter's in prison, he fakes helping prisoner so that he and Captain Stacey get out safely, but Spidey reaffirms his distrust in the legal system by saying that nope, he's not gonna wait for Stacey to testify to his innocence to leave prison. No way.

What a chad.

In the next issue (66), Mysterio's back! Which is nice.

I'm side-eyeing everyone who says TASM2 had too much going on.

Afterwards, the Marvel editors try to figure out how to give fanservice while not summoning their cis male reader base's homophobia. So far, the results have been middling. Either stick to what you were doing before, or show us more skin!!!

He loves dramatic entrances, and I'm here for them!

However, Peter once again questions his character development. Uncle Ben's principles are nice and all, but Peter's starving and needs money.

At least, Peter and Gwen are finally together! That's nice to see, at last. They didn't kiss yet (due to the CCA? nah). At the coffee shop where they go, Robbie and Captain Stacey talk together and reassure themselves that their interest in Spider-Man is strictly professional (in bold in text, twice!!). These men are not doing anything to beat the allegations.

Meanwhile... the Goblin is back! Norman talks to himself and says that his son is "lily-livered" and I'm sure he'd use a gay slur if he was allowed to (he'd be right, but that's not the subject).

Afterwards, Peter finds back his aunt who's absolutely terrified by the telly, which is a Thing that May Does. She's ridiculously fragile, but she's also gay so I can't help but love her.

Here's a small tangeant: we've been seeing the No More outfit (yellow vest, blue pants) for a while now. It's nice to see continuity like that!

So Peter's dead.

I mean. Not really. He's just miniaturized and placed in an amusement park. It's just like in Silent Hill 3! He has now a six inches............... size. Of course.

The visuals are very entertaining - Romita is creative.

Meanwhile, Aunt May is with her ~dear friend Anna~, who takes care of her. Yeah, I'm sure.

Randy, Robbie's son is introduced! Didn't expect that, but I'm happy that Robbie gets some development. The regular (soap side) cast keeps getting bigger...

Overall, it was a quite entertaining series of issues.

After a very entertaining fight, this issue - and post - ends on this. I had a vague feeling of déjà vu when I saw that, so I checked the cover and first page of the next issue and yeah - we're about to enter year 1969 and its Tablet storyline! I've read this one (as told in the masterpost) but I'll be curious to revisit it, especially as I don't recall the Goblin having any involvement.

But before we get there, we have three issues to read in the next post: Spectacular Spider-Man 1 & 2 + Annual 5.

Next time: Black-and-white pages?! :(

#spider-man #comics #osbon #jamesorn #norman osborn x jonah jameson #norman osborn is a drag queen. good for her! #i'm on fire in this entry #peter parker has adhd #parksborn #parksborn but with the other osborn #tasm2

[stillmind2]

Don't Leave Me Alone

(Cont.)

Blurb from the previous episode: Markus was the most wanted college student in this prestigious academy, studying physics. He was the apple of most girls' eyes and a top stud. He was, by all standards of today's society, living the life. But then, at the school cafeteria, he met Althea, a woman who would turn his world upside down.

Literally and figuratively. He couldn't have enough of her, and vice versa.

Exotic, gorgeous, and smart, she eventually disclosed her reasons for being where she was. But by the time she did so, he was already hooked on her, almost bewitched. He has never been the same since that encounter.

This is their story.

~o~

What happened next would make Ray Bradbury envious.

Althea slowly started displaying abilities that only a different human species could. Smartly, she introduced Markus gradually to what she could do in order for him not to panic.

Not small deeds either, but enough to realize he was in the presence of a very special woman beyond what he already knew.

She decided to come clean and explained that she owned ancient abilities that all humans had in the distant past, including telekinesis, telepathy, and magnetic levitation.

Markus tilted his head and smirked. A smirk with marked sarcasm.

“Babe,” she said. "Either you want to know or you don’t, but don’t dismiss this knowledge too soon. Your face will stay red in embarrassment for quite a long time.”

“I’m listening, love, but you can't blame me for being skeptical. I’m not saying it to you, but my head wonders, ‘What in the world is she talking about?’"

“That’s why I’m explaining it to you the best way I can. I'll slowly show you proof that what I’m saying is true. All I ask of you is to please don’t freak out and, most importantly, keep an open mind. Also, know that humans today are blind to these effects because of collective amnesia. I’ll explain how that happened at another time. But first things first.”

“Althea, you have my full attention. You know I’m open-minded already, and you know I’m overly curious, and being with you is an experience I've never had before with anyone else.”

"Great! I love to hear that! Let’s begin.”

Althea gets up, closes her eyes, and says to Markus, “Do you see the 75-gallon fish tank over there? Watch carefully,”

To his bewilderment, Markus observed the whole thing move from its stationary space across the room to the other side, but not before stopping in mid-air, spinning a few times, and continuing to its designed destination. Slowly descending to the now empty table where his computer used to be and landing on it without spilling one drop of aquarium water.

Only then did Althea open her eyes, smile, and look at Markus, who by now had his hand on his mouth in amazement and disbelief.

“How did you do that?!?” he asked, half freaking out.

"Babe, you could do it too, if the world hadn't been taken over by the Shadow Lords." I'll get to that later. Now watch this.

“Go by the window and look outside,” she said. “Remember you were telling me that the rose plants in the garden failed to recover from the last freeze you had a year ago?”

"Of course. It was terrible."

"Alright. Watch this."

Right before his eyes, the plants slowly started to turn green, and before too long, they were flowering with huge red roses, bigger than the time he remembered them. Way bigger.

“Holy Komoly! They came alive again in less than a minute!”

“Intention,” she said. “That’s all you need.”

“Intention? Wait. what does that mean? I intend to get ten million out of the bank. How would that work, then?

“Hahaha! Maybe that's how you guys lost the ability. I’m unfamiliar with the details, but greed, gluttony, and avarice were part of what doomed your present race, babe.”

“Well, I’m beyond impressed, but answer my question. Can that be done?”

“Are you willing to pay the consequences, hun? Everything has a price, a cause, and an effect. You know that.”

“So, it’s possible, but I will get caught. Is that it?”

“I don’t know that. But the price might not be what you think; a punishable offense by the laws of men. Karma could be the result of your own actions. Think of it as a guilty conscience, a term your race is familiar with.”

“Hm. Better not, then. I think I understand what you’re trying to tell me. I wasn’t being serious, anyway.

“I’m happy to know that, babe,” Althea said with a fresh smile on her face.

“Intention is paramount; this gift that is not in your nature any longer is partly because your race misused it for all the wrong reasons; warring between yourselves, forgetting that you are all the same, and other aggravations that were, truthfully, self-punishing.”

“Why did we do that? Why weren't we told?; where was the guidance?”

“I believe the problem was your people just weren’t ready. It was a mistake by the ancients to provide you all with these abilities. No one thought you could be so ruthless with each other. Not to this degree.”

“What else did we have that we’ve lost?” a curious Markus asked.

“I’ll show you. Come with me.”

They walked into the garden, now a paradise of nature with everything blooming, and went to the center.

“I’m hot and dizzy, ‘Thea. Is this normal?

“Not sure, but probably. It’ll pass. Most importantly, don’t attract it; ignore it."

A light breeze caressed their faces and increased as soon as he finished manifesting his complaint.

The sun wasn’t as strong as clouds began to cover it.

“Wow! It’s gone! I feel fine again. Althea, did you do that?

“Oh, no, did not. You must have done it, like I said, by disengaging from the thought. Well done, man! You’re learning quickly!” Althea said, grinning.

“OK, we are standing here. What for?”

“How many things needed fixing here in the garden?” asked Althea

“Improvement, you mean? Not much; the garden is fine.”

“Is it? How about the fountain that stopped working, the birds’ bath? And the fence that has seen better days, or the neglected pool full of leaves from two years ago? Shall I notice more?

“Ok, you got me there. That is true. I suppose I could have done a better job, but I procrastinated and was all alone. Then you showed up, and you know what happened,” Markus said with a flirty expression.

“So, the garden isn’t fine. Recognition, not pretension, is key. Let’s fix it, shall we? Althea retorted.

“Yes, ma’am, responded Markus. You can do that?!?”

Without replying, Althea again closed her eyes, grabbed Markus's hand, and stood there.

Nothing happened for a minute, and Markus didn’t dare break the silence, so he waited and surveyed her face.

He hadn’t seen such splendor in a woman’s face ever. It was like she had an interior light surfacing unannounced, but amazingly clear.

Her exotic looks were prevalent as the wind blew strands of hair on her cheeks and forehead, and in that silence, Markus felt completely stunned by such natural beauty. It was the first time he noticed her features for that length of time in the outdoors. He could hardly contain himself from kissing her and making love to her there, in this magic garden, for a complete and glorious experience.

And then, just as she predicted, all the things that a minute ago were dysfunctional or broken started coming to life again, like sorcery.

Althea opened her eyes and looked around, marveling at the change.

“Oh, wow!!!” she said excitedly.

Markus felt sad that his beautiful, silent, and magical moment ended.

But then she turned and hugged him tightly, almost as if it was all his doing.

“Thank you, babe!” Look at what we did!”

“What did I do?”

“Without your intention, it wouldn’t have been possible!”

“But it wasn’t me. All I did was stand here, holding your hand. I had no idea why. I was just following what you said we’d be doing.”

“We held hands, and the power of affection and the intent of our thoughts made it all possible. Look at the results! Everything is working beautifully again!” she said euphorically.

“How could it be possible? How does that work?”

“It’s a bit complicated, and I don’t have all the perfect terminology to be able to explain it; I can hardly understand it myself, but I know it’s got to do with part-time travel, part telekinesis, and magnetic levitation. Your kind would be more familiar with the term teleportation," she continued, laughing.

“Wait, who are you then, a visitor from the future? An advanced being for us in this timeframe, and despite that, a visitor from a different dimension? You mention ‘your kind’. Why?”

“Yep. I’m your favorite tourist! Any complaints? No? Then, let’s go inside and make wild, altered senses, kinetic love. All that fixing up put me in the mood.”

Markus found himself speechless at this point.

~o~

#writerscorner #scifi #paranormal #mystery #supernatural #love

[lapata-lupt]

Good day, I'm so sorry I'm in your ask and I don't know you personally, I'm a single mother who got a divorce after I came out as transmasc, things got really though afterwards(details in the link below), I tried to get help even on here but I got non cause I didn't want to enter people's ask and be tagged scam, but now I have to,cause it's not just about me, I have a 3 years old daughter and this was her first Christmas and new year without her dad and It wasn't close to anything she experiences when we were all together which made her so sad as i couldn't afford many things she's use to getting easily and it broke my heart seeing how sad she was, Her birthday is coming up and i wish to make it up to her, But I need money to sort that and other overwhelming situations without having to crawl back to her dad who hasn't even called to check on her since we got divorced, please help me, I've been blamed enough by family and friends for my current state. I can deal with that but I can't deal with my daughter being sad during the days that used to be one of her happiest days of the year because of my decision, that is getting to me so please help me. Feel free to check for proof on my page, But please help me I beg you, I'm desperate for my daughter's happiness.The previous story is in the link for better knowledge of my situation, And you can confirm how long I posted it by scrolling down my profile

I dont have any solid income and don't get any allowance from my parents, I just live with them. I also don't have a bank account to be able to transfer money. I am sorry. Good luck

[jemy26]

Twenty-six

Twenty-six is the flower every four weeks Each time our acid peaks  Abby's smiles and cries Our million different tries Holding you close on the floor of the gym Getting dangerously jealous of every other him Becoming aroused by your gorgeous shoulders Fighting the rage each time it smolders Sitting on the opposite end of the bed Begging for you to hold my head Grabbing and kissing you as hard as I can You telling me that I'm not the same man We try and we try to make it right Crying and screaming our way through each fight Sitting in the field next to the marsh Not knowing my dad would die near there one march Twenty-six is the fear that we're not good enough Twenty-six is the proof that we're way beyond tough It's the way that we come and the way that we go The way that we learn that we just ought to know That pain is fuel for the bank of our love I'd still be next to you if it weren't for that shove Drunk as fuck to kill the noise No one rivals your perfect poise That needle that stops all the cares that you find But scares me to death and you don't seem to mind It's the grin on those who aren't us They twist and turn and cause a fuss But they don't know what powers it brings It causes our soul to die while it sings I miss you when you're right next to me But your eyes are closed so you can't even see You begged me to stop but you know that I won't  Just like you probably can but don't  Inside you is the best place to be Aroused as hell but it costs a fee Not money not love but life itself We give each other everything but store it on a shelf So young and so old the two of us are Our friendship and love got lost somewhere far It's time for this to end, we both know that's all But life without us would be useless and small

#mfxo #poetry #postmortem fame

[golfgolyo]

[Intro: HYDRA]

Bait the cross and bow to the devil

[Verse 1: HYDRA]

Turn from the light, you’ll encounter the sevens

It's up to ambition to battle oppression

This world is disgusting, they promised a heaven

Instead we get power that fades our perception

Blood is the currency flooding the banks

You can't stop what's been done, that's our government's way

They're infecting your minds, every human's in line

Very soon we'll be facing the butcher

Where will I be when the demons inside

Take away all my feelings and cause me to kill

Labeled a sinner, please god don't forgive me

My soul shall relinquish in hell

The stenches of Eden are starting to fester

As words of the witches repeat in my head

I look into the depths all I see is myself

I'm beginning to find a connection

These faces of death, they will creep up behind you

Its down to the people to fight this confinement

Uncover the flames and just look at this pain

You will see its just part of the conscience

Through the lessons of violence you bustas will learn

That the wrath of Leviathan covers the earth

Slowly pacing through time turning blood into wine

He's the one who's behind all these curtains

Just let the trio feed your head

Up from the pits we devour the pest

If you follow our lead we will guide you to hell

With these verses of evil, the beast will prevail

Buried deep in the grave lies the devilish tales

Telling the stories they never will know

Now I look to the pagan and slaughter the goat

In this life—full-a hate, we are made to press on

[Interlude: J. Robert Oppenheimer]

We knew the world would not be the same

A few people laughed

A few people cried, most people were silent

Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds

[Verse 2: BAKER]

Never trust what you read, how can you trust what you see

For this world is not what we all believe

Reality crushes those who can't perceive

My vision is strong so just trust what I speak

This rotten fruit comes from the seeds

Of those planted by corrupted

Fell victim to all I've seen

This life's not free, it has been chosen

Feel like I've touched a note that strikes

The opposition I shall fight

There ain't no wonder in my head

I've seen the darkness in the light

From all the news that you are fed

It clouds your mind and causes anguish

Feel despair upon the breath of death

Who's on your shoulder hanging

No escaping destiny

For once you die your fears are faced

If you were weak throughout your life

Then, in the end, that's what you'll taste

This disgrace you don't belong

Throughout your life, you've trailed along

Can't hold the weight the world puts on

Reality will soon cause harm

Distance myself from the world that I see

This voice that's inside's all that I believe

Can't focus my thoughts so I write to bring ease

These sounds of the trio are prophecies

Taste the truth for we are proof

Open your eyes and see the beast

Everyone has hate inside

So let it thrive and fight the peace

#devilish trio #baker ya maker #tenngage #hydra #words of the warlocks #Spotify

[babygirldennis]

This shit is fake bby!!!

Here she is.. My masterpost of all the dumb, illogical bits of info contained within these s15 “leaks” that make me fairly confident they are complete bullshit. It also includes my little tinhat theories that have absolutely no evidence.

I will be putting it all under a Readmore in case you don't want to risk it or if you simply Do Not Care

First up, I'd like to point out that these call sheets repeatedly give very detailed backstories to characters that have few lines which conveniently paints a picture of each episode's plot. And I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong, but after looking at other similar casting calls, they only ever include the demographic and necessary skills.

Basically who in their right mind would write up casting calls that give away so many spoilers? Seems like that could cause and issue if they were leaked lol. But anyway that's my 1st point. But onto the actual content

So the conceit of this episode as a whole is that during the pandemic, the gang "gamed the system" and received three (3!) Loans to start businesses that went bankrupt. One of these businesses is implied to be the one started by dee and charlie who end up selling to Qanon shaman. Already this is so impossible baby.

1. We've already seen the gang try to get a loan and it didn't work. They don't have good ideas. Ur telling me, they managed to finagle 3 separate loans for 3 separate business ideas from an actual bank?

2. Maybe I just have bad reading comprehension but how does one have a business that is both fictitious and bankrupt?

3. If the customer is supposed to be Qanon shaman, an actual real life guy, why are the only descriptors white and male? They say he's shirtless so are they going to paint on all of the tattoos he has? And if so, doesn't that kind of ruin the dramatic reveal when charlie "throws in" the viking helmet? Why would he do that anyways? Sus.

Moving on

Alright this episode would fucking blow for obvious reasons but im going to refrain from looking at this through my gay dennis thruther lens because im biased.

Purely from a narrative standpoint, a woman hasn't been shown to be interested in dennis in nearly 5 years during the wade boggs episode. Ever since, every single woman he approaches has been actively creeped out by him. And now I'm supposed to believe that 3 "smart, passionate woman" (In Their Twenties!!!!!!) agreed to go on a date with him? And Anna even slept with him! Just because he what? Agreed with her? I'm not buyin it.

Plus the concept of this scenario lacks any potential for comedy. When iasip gets political, they always discuss a very specific topic using hyperbolic situations and flawed metaphors. If this is supposed to be a political episode, what ultimately lukewarm point would rob be trying to make here? So far we know they're ranting about

The patriarchy

Privilege

Socialism

No more personal responsibility(?)

The... nature of power in society(??)

How on earth would an episode like get approved? This shit sounds like a Ted talk. It sounds like it was written specifically to sound like a political episode so boring and pointless it would generate outrage and mile long essay posts from Tumblr users and reddit users alike. Almost like this one lol.

On a completely unrelated note, do not try and convince me that Frank "casual cock ring wearer" Reynolds is unable to perform.

Jeez this is getting out of hand fast. Let's move on

Ok now we're starting to getting into the Ireland of it all. Let me go on a bit of a tangent here about all this.. Now I thinq there are just 3 possibilities. Either this is all a publicity stunt and there is some truth to the Ireland rumors, the entire thing could be bogus from some weirdo fan (ps, if a fan did write this I want you to know I fucking hate you. You did this to me), or it is a publicity stunt but Ireland is just more bullshit.

I am going to assume it was a publicity stunt, otherwise I just wasted my entire evening and I can't have that kind of mentality rn. Additionally, I'm Going to tinhat here for a second and say that the Ireland rumors are true, but the details are different.

I say this because if they were going to do filming in Ireland, they probably figured that that information would be impossible to hide. In essence, my completely unfounded hypothesis is that this leak was their fucked up little way of controlling the situation while simultaneously messing with us.

Ok tangent is over, returning to the casting calls. From the looks of it, dee starts a "scam" acting class and has some very devoted students (Note that Tony was also the name of the porn shop owner. Seems weird!) Presumably after the gang replaces her with a monkey as the title suggests.

Honestly, there isn't too much here that's a red flag to me... seems like a nice little dee-centric episode that is the link to the Dublin angle. Assuming I am At All right, this could be a genuine plotline for Dee. However, the monkey could be a red herring and there could be a whole different side plot with the guys. who's to say. Next one!

Ah yes this is the dennis we all know and despise.. no red flags for me here really, I'm also running out of steam because idk if it shows, but I am majorly sleep deprived atm. Anyway I'm going to the next one

Okay this is where things start getting weird again ough a migraine just hit, anyway back to my earlier point about how casting calls would never contains major spoilers bc the people who see these wont be under any kind of NDA..

These ones reveal that bonnie dies. Again, that info wouldn't be in a casting call.

But also they suggest charlie has a irish penpal named Shelley who is his biological father. First off charlie is illiterate, although as pointed out by @undeadbreeze shelley could also be communicating in symbols. However, this scenario is still unbelievable to me for a couple reasons:

1. Bonnie's last name is Kelly obviously, and we know it's her maiden name because Jack's last name is also Kelly. But Shelley's last name is... also Kelly? In the context of this big ol hoax, it feels like it was written to show that look! his last name is the same as charlie's! That's how you know that's his dad! But It would be way too big of a coincidence if charlie's dad happened to have the same last name bonnie.

And 2. There's the whole mystery of charlie's long-lost sister from 'charlie got molested' but never any mention of a brother which according to this, shelley has been pretending to be his brother for years. And we all know how much rcg loves their continuity, it seems uncharacteristically lazy to just tack this on without any prior buildup.

And finally let me talk about mac for a second and specifically the line in gus's summary "both are gay men who are attracted to the priesthood for all the wrong reasons"

Iasip has commented on pedophilia in the priesthood many times in the past which leads me to believe that they are implying that mac is a pedophile? Please let me know if I completely misread the implications of that statement, but if not, then that is completely insane and one of the biggest indictators that this is fake. Mac is awful, just like everyone in the gang but he is definitely not a pedophile.

However even if i did completely misread that, it's still proof this is fake.. For all his faults, Rob put a surprising amount of care and effort into mac's coming-out. It hasn't been perfect, but Mfhp in particular firmly established that mac's faith is integral to his identity so Its unlikely that rob would throw all of that away for a cheap shot at priests.

Ok my brain is irradiated sludge at this point, but in conclusion. I hope that 1. I'm right, at least about it being fake (Otherwise damb that'll be so humiliating for me) And 2. This eases ur fears a bit. I don't want to lose all faith in future seasons bc I love iasip and miss the gang. If you read this far youre insane but I literally love you so goddamn much because I spent so so long tapping this out on my silly little phone

Please feel free to add on or message me your thoughts and opinions I need to know I'm not the only one who uhhh went a bit insane. And finally: whoever made these is a cunt. Mwah.

#iasip #s15 spoilers #oy vey..... #they could also be written by a reddit fan who is too much of a pussy to just write fanfic but that seems kinda unlikely? #cause 1. itll be disproven so everyone will know u just... wrote weird fanfic #and 2. there are a lot of little details that are so random that even if this is a fan just messing with people.... why put in so much effo #wahtever im pressing post #actually tho what gge fuck is that priest line supposed to imply #i guess for mac it could be talking about his view that god smites enemies and u must fear him blah blah #i jus don't know what it was supposed to imply about gus!!! #bc they describe gus like he is fat mac with healthy views on the bible which :] #then that last line just gives me whiplash what does that mean!!

[adsosfraser]

The Stone’s Toll - Chapter Five

Read on AO3

Claire sat nursing her glass of expensive cognac. Neither of them initiated a conversation, preferring silence to the inevitable argument that would ensue. 

 It was Christmas Eve when she returned. Little over a month and a half in that soul leeching ward. Frank had decorated the house with holly, and ivy, and even some sprigs of mistletoe in an attempt for some normalcy. 

 “Claire, I’m sorry for what they did to you. I was angry at you. You not only chose to leave me once but twice over. You’d rather die than feel my touch. I wanted to feel anything but utter despair. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to return you home.” She offered no response. 

“Do you have any idea just how difficult these last few months- past few years have been for me Claire? How utterly exhausting it has been to deal with your loss and then now this? I don’t wish to fight you on any of this. Let us have a civilised conversation please.”  

 “How hard it’s been for you!” Her mouth hung open in shock. “You think these past few months have just been a fucking picnic for me!” She stood in her anger and seethed at the fireplace, back turned from her husband. 

 “Of course not, but did you ever stop to consider how I’ve felt about anything?” 

 “Did you ever consider my feelings when you were sticking your cock into one of your students?! God, did you give me one of their diseases?” Shock plastered over his face. “Oh don’t act so surprised, I’ve smelt the perfume and all those long nights at your ‘office’.”

 “Claire, be reasonable. You’ve only let me touch you once, and that was before I was intimate with anyone else. Not all of us are such mendacious sluts.” 

 “Oh and I’m sure you were an exemplary student of abstinence while I was ‘missing’, for fuck’s sake even during the war, because clearly me being the ‘mendacious slut’ that I am I wasn’t entirely faithful either!” 

 “I don’t wish to fight you anymore Claire, something has recently come upon my knowledge during my research, and it affects you. Please have a seat.” He gestured to the decanter on the side table and poured a glass for her.

 “It pains me to see you like this Claire. I can’t in good conscience force you to stay here and slip further and further away from me every day” Frank sucked in a breath and smoothed his hands over his thighs. “It angered me to see that you’d rather die... than be with me. That you chose his memory over me, a living, breathing human being, and I couldn’t even be sure he was real. Still can't. Can you not see Claire why it took me a while to finally decide upon your release?”

 The hazy buzz that normally surrounded her mind now had started to fade, if only slightly. Claire squinted at Frank and nodded. 

 He paused, calculating his next words. 

 “I’ve done some research with the Reverend. We’ve been in communication since you’ve told me what happened.”

 Frank adjusted his collar. He stared at the stack of papers to his right on the desk.

 “And well we certainly found evidence of your presence in the past, but there are other things.”

 Claire stared straight through him, she didn’t need to worry about her glass face showing something wrong. She felt nothing. This confirmation made no difference for the hell she had been through. The numb feeling had taken a while to crawl over her body the past few months and she welcomed it. It felt better than the suffocating dread and grief she originally felt.

 “I know I must let you go. Go to him I mean. It’s the least I can do for the pain I’ve inadvertently caused you, Claire. Please forgive me. It’s unbearable for me to live to see you this way, even if the alternative is to send you back.”

 “He’s dead, Frank. They all are.” Her lips thinned into a line. “I have nothing to live for.” 

 She cringed at her last choice of words. She didn’t want to cause him unnecessary suffering. But she was too tired to lie, to protect him from such verbal blows.

 “But Claire. He survived.” His white knuckles wrapped tightly around the armrest of the leather chair and he flexed his jaw. “This man, this Red Jamie was exonerated of his crimes, with a pardon from King George II himself. And his lands returned in reparation.” 

 “How-how can you tell me this? You know what I- God what you put me through. Why would you give me this hope?” 

 “I’ve also found one Alexander Malcolm and his,” he gulped, “wife Elizabeth Malcolm. But Claire, this is your hand on the document. A christening, where Elizabeth, where you’re stated as godmother in a church in Broch Mordha. But then there’s also this purchase of a croft on the Isle of Lewis, with the same signature as Alexander Malcolm.”

 “Please, Claire, allow me to make amends for whatever part I’ve caused in your suffering. If there’s some piece, some knowledge I can give you, it would ease my mind considerably. I don’t wish for you to waste away before my eyes, for the rest of our days in resentment.” His lips tightened into a thin line. “I met someone while you were away. The new assistant under me at Harvard. I think,” he paused, “I think I love her as you love your Jamie. Let us divorce and I’ll give you what funds I have.” 

 “You’re just- okay with that?” 

 “Claire, you haven’t been my wife in years, not really.” 

 “So that’s just it? I offered divorce when I returned, and finally accept when you’ve damaged me. My mind, my soul!” He winced at the sight of circled bits of skin on her temples. 

 “And I am regrettably sorry, darling.” He reached for her hand and squeezed. “I know this is what you’ve wanted ever since you’ve returned. Please, let me make this easy on you. I have the banking number for what covers the divorce settlement. It should be enough to purchase a flight to London, and then I know the inheritance from your parents and uncle should help you on your way to Inverness.” He slid over a paper card to her, detailing the whereabouts of the money he was offering her. She kept her arms crossed tightly over her sternum, not wishing to take any charity from him.  

 “There's another thing. Your son, the name they said you called out in your sleep every night. I have this death certificate of one Fergus Claudel Fraser. Marked March in the year of our lord Seventeen Forty-Five.” Tears sprang in her dry eyes at the mention of him. He pulled out a sheet from the pile of papers he collected and shoved it over to her side of the table. 

 “Why are you doing this Frank?” She couldn’t bear this physical proof that she had left her son to die without her. 

 “Here is one Fergus Malcolm, on the Isle of Lewis, a year after his ‘death’ and you're on this too. Or rather your alter ego one Elizabeth Beauchamp Malcolm. If nothing else, will you not live for him? Even if the proof of him amounts to nothing, that he really did die at Culloden? Please, take the money, and the papers. I’m hoping it can ease my conscience from all the torture you’ve endured.” 

 The last thing Claire wanted to do was ease Frank’s ego. She wanted him to suffer. But here was a lifeline, a way out and back to her family. She would see Fergus again if fate allowed. Her mind would never allow her to comprehend the other piece of hope before her. The one sure thing she knew was Fergus, he had been whole and alive the last she saw him. And there was something urging her to him. A panicked urgency. Her mind flashed to the nights after her therapies, when his presence in her dreams was almost so real she could feel his touch after she woke. She quickly signed the paper he offered. Claire Elizabeth Fraser. The wet ink shined against the thick paper. His suffering would have to wait. Her fingers began to twist the gold band on her finger but Frank stopped her. 

 “No, keep it. It will have value when you… return. The papers will be sorted by the time you’re gone, and we’ll both be free.” He swallowed sharply. “Know this Claire. I still love you, and I always will.” 

 He had a funny way of showing it, Claire thought. She didn’t dignify his statement with a response. She left him in the living room to pack, and as the sun rose the next morning her bed and dresser were empty. 

 Frank set aside some money for the divorce settlement into Claire’s own account. She withdrew the three hundred pounds without a second thought, and purchased a ticket to London. It barely covered the cost of a transatlantic flight, which was more of a luxury than anything, but she could afford to spend money, not time. A ship between would have lasted weeks, not hours. She was left with little over fifty pounds to find her way to Inverness. The only things she carried with her were her pearls, sgian dubh, the ring without its ruby stone, the copious amount of papers from Frank’s research, her old botany pocketbook, and a change of clothes, all packed into one small suitcase. Her things barely fit half the space inside it. The gold band hung around her neck on a chain now, instead of resting comfortably on her left ring finger. It clanged against the skin between her breasts with every sway of her steps. It was decided over a very pricey international phone call, she would go see Mrs. Graham.

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Ice Cream Princess

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: There isn't a day that JJ doesn't come to visit you at work. On the day he doesn't, you decide to visit him at work instead.

Word Count: 1,876

Note: A Stranger Things and Outer banks crossover imagine that no one asked for. Please give me feedback on anything but the title, I'm judging it and laughing at myself because of it. I hope you love it!

An ice-cream parlor opens up across the street of The Wreck. The owner quickly judges all of the teenagers that come in looking for a part-time summer job. Luckily for you, your older cousin Robin sweet talks her way - agrees to watch his daughter- to get Hopper to hire you on the spot.

Your favorite co-worker is Steve. Both of you share stories and talk about anything and everything. You're weren't too surprised to find he hang outs with "lil punks".

He has a childish side that comes out when it's you two in the shop. If a touron gives you a weird feeling and tries to flirt with you, Steve takes over like a protective older brother. You started calling him mom when he bossed you around the first time.

Last night there was a party held by the Pogues at the Boneyard. When Robin's girlfriend texts you saying that she woke up with a hangover, you agree with her that it would be best if you cover her shrift.

When you get to the shop on your bike, you park it next to Steve car and cringe when the annoying front door bell rings as you enter. "I'm surprised to see your face this morning."

"Good or bad surprised, mom?" He rolls his eyes as you walk past him and pat his shoulder.

He yells, "the worst!" As you make your way to the small back room and put your backpack in your locker.

You grab the lanyard Pope gave to you and trace the lil doodles Kiara drew on your nametag.

Clocking in, you wave at Hopper through his open office window. He learns further in his chair, arms across his chest.

"You work too much."

"You don't pay me enough."

Humming to the radio that's connected to the speakers that hang from the ceiling, you look over Steve shoulder to see which Playlist he's playing.

You mutter, "I hate that thing" when the bell rings.

JJ is leading everyone, arms flaring around as he jumps on top of the counter. He bends one knee underneath his other leg to sit more comfortably sideways and grins at you.

"You're ass is going to break that and you'll have to pay for it."

"Are you telling me I have a fat ass?" He puts a hand over his heart and fakes cries. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Princess."

You shove him off, chuckling when he almost doesn't save his fall and trip over his own two feet.

"So dramatic like always and Y/N is still my name." You point down at your nametag. "Y/N. Not Princess."

"What do you guys want today?" Steve asks.

JJ glares at him but smirks when you pick up a scoop. He leans over the counter and says, "I'll like a lick of that."

You tell Pope thank you for slapping JJ in the back of the head, making his gray and red snapback fall off.

He runs his fingers through his hair and you barely catch it when throws it towards you.

"You would look better in it than that." He reaches over to tap on your uniform hat wear.

You blush at the hidden complaint and slap his hand away.

"Stop flirting." John B says as he hands over JJ his ice cream.

Kiara slightly pushes him towards the table, they always sit at.

Steve smirks as he leans against the counter. "Princess?"

In the corner of your eye, you see JJ giving himself whiplash. You know Steve is on a mission to find a nickname for you, especially something that you hate as much as he hates 'mom'.

But JJ doesn't. "It's a long story."

"I'll love to hear it someti-"

JJ claps his hands together as the chair slides across the floor as he stands up. "Once upon a time, little miss Y/N dressed up as a princess one Halloween. There was a picture of proof that her mother gladly showed me. Ever since, I've called her Princess and one day she'll call me her Prince. The end."

Sarah 'awwws' and says, "That's actually really adorable."

"Thank you, I know." JJ says proudly and you both smile at each other.

─────

During your next shift, it's only John B and JJ.

"Well hello there boys."

JJ takes off his sunglasses off slowly and puts his arm on the counter. "Princess."

You try not to pay attention to how good his arms look with his gray tank top.

You're the one who breaks eye contact. You don't miss the little fist pump he does but you miss how his shoulders drop when you look at him after seeing how panic John B looks.

Oh, right.

"We need to get the biggest bowl of Sarah's favorite ice cream. Her monthly came to visit and John B, the sweetheart idiot he is, doesn't remember her flavor."

You make 'o' shape with your mouth. "Got it. It's the end of the world for him. Well lucky for you, I know it."

John B screams out, "I owe you one" as he grabs the cup container from you and runs out to the Van.

JJ puts money in the tip jar. "From future Sarah."

After you watch him put his sunglasses back on and the door bell rings when the door closes, Robin pinches your leg.

"Are you going to start helping me again with this or am I going to have to restock everything myself?"

Blushing, you say, "I'm not Steve."

She stops laughing after a few seconds to say, "I bet you that JJ knows his Princess favorite ice cream flavor."

"Shut up."

─────

Pope, Kiara, and JJ all give you a pointed look when they stop by the shop before seeing a movie. The movie you agreed to go to one minute but then the next you said "wait sorry, I have to work." and hanged up on JJ.

"I'm about to drag you and your cute stubborn ass out of here for once and all, Princess."

Kiara has a hand on her hip, when she says, "You need to take a break."

You close your eyes and throw your head back, annoyed that she's right. "You guys know how much I need this job and the money."

A look of understanding crosses JJ's face but he straightens himself and says in a stern voice, "You are also supposed to have fun with your friends once a while."

"I know that!" He doesn't flinch at you raising your voice.

Thinking he's used to it, your heart and face fall.

"I- I'm sorry. How about we all hangout tomorrow at the Chateau and relax? Or we can do anything you guys want to do. Let John B and Sarah know and-"

JJ strides behind the counter and pulls you in a hug. No one words are needed when you shove your face against his chest and catch your breathing.

Pope puts a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, JJ. We're going to be late."

"You know what? I'm actually in the mood for ice cream not theater popcorn. Go on without me."

Kiara tells you both goodbye and Pope mouths "whipped" and does the wrapped around a finger hand's motion as she pulls him away.

You look up at JJ. "You didn't have to do that."

"Do what?" His cocky grin becomes bigger when you roll your eyes before helping a costumer. He leaves the counter to sit at the table, hands on the bottom of his chin as he does silly faces from behind the stranger's shoulder.

─────

Steve looks up when he hears the bell ring and watches as JJ loses his step.

Before he can walk away, Steve says, "She will be back shortly. I sent her to the bank real quick for more change."

JJ lets the door close behind him. He takes a big breath in as he turns around. "You trust her that much, huh?"

"Don't you?"

JJ lets out a dark laugh. "It's different. You get payed to see her, I do it because I want to."

That's Steve's breaking point. "Okay, I don't understand why or how you started hating me the first time you met me but I think I can get a wild guess why. A attractive, couple of years older comes into her life. You're jealous over nothing, dude. I see her as annoying little sister. And yeah, I get payed to do this shitty job but when she's working too, she makes it fun."

"Are you done?" JJ is looking at anything but him.

"One more thing, don't waste anymore time."

Steve looks at the clock on the wall and figures you'll be back any minute.

"I have to get to work." JJ looks over his shoulder.

He opens his mouth but changes his mind, and closes it and walks out.

On the other side of the sidewalk, he doesn't stop when you call out his name.

──────

"Funny seeing you're here."

JJ slams his tray down on the table next to yours. "I work here."

He stops wiping it down and gets the sudden urge to squirt you with the cleaning product bottle when he hears you tapping your feet against the chair across on of your table.

When he looks around and notices there aren't a lot of people in the dinner room he sits down and huffs and puffs. "Why are you here?"

"What? You can come visit me at work but I can't?"

When you both notice another bus boy, you let JJ grab the nearest glass pitcher and pull you some water.

"Now you can't walk away and ignore me, like how you did a couple of hours ago."

"I'm sure Steve told you all about it." The biter in his voice makes you lean over the table to grab his hand.

He jumps but doesn't pull away.

"He told me that you came in the shop, you looked like a little lost puppy when you made eye contact with him instead of me. You guys actually had somewhat of a conversation, which, I'm surprised actually happened."

JJ smiles a little as you start spinning one of his rings. "Steve didn't tell me what it was about...at first."

JJ can't sit still.

He stands up and as he talks, he walks in pace. "He, he uh- shit. Fuck, okay. He got in my head. I couldn't talk to you cause I didn't want to say something that would ruin our friendship. I didn't even know how I would say it-to be honest, still don't but you're smart, I think you know where am I going with this-"

He stops talking, mid-sentence when you laugh. "JJ, just say it or I'll crush your ego by saying it first."

"I love you." He says it over and over again in the middle of the kisses after you say it back.

He stops when someone yells his name and tells him to get back to work.

You give him a quick peak and have to put your hands on top of his to move them off of your hips.

"I'll see you later, JJ. We can go watch a movie?"

"Sounds like a date, Princess."

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