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alphajocklover · 1 day

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I'd like to see how my life would have turned out, 20 years ago, had I joined my college football team instead of the college theater group.

Fuck. Fucking hell this fucking sucks. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. It’s not you, you’re not the reason I’m upset. Your request is interesting and I want to help you with it, I really do. It’s just… to do this, we’re going to have to use time travel. It’s not that it’s impossible or anything, I actually own a time machine so that’s not an issue. It’s that… I fucking hate time travel.

I don’t hate the concept of time travel itself. I think it can be a lot of fun in works of fiction. Doctor Who, Back to the Future, and Star Trek are all things that heavily feature time travel that I’m a big fan of. It’s just that, in real life, it gets so stupidly complicated. You know how every work of fiction seems to have different rules for turn travel? In real life time travel follows all these rules and none of them all at once. If that seems confusing, that’s because it is. It’s insane. But it’s the best chance for doing this, so we’re going to give it a try. Now, close your eyes and hold onto me tight. This is going to feel weird.

You can open your eyes now. Be careful though, it’s going to take a second for your eyes to adjust. We’re outside now, on the football field of your old college. You don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us. I may hate time travel but the time machine is pretty useful. Time travel, space travel, and camouflage. But that’s not important right now. See that skinny guy standing on the opposite side of the field? You should recognize him. It’s you, 20 years ago, as a college freshman. You really wanted to join the football team huh? I can see the longing in your eyes… but also some serious nervousness. I’m guessing this is about when you back out and decide to join the school's theater group. Not this time though. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna change anything drastic. I’m just going to give you a little… push in the right direction. Have to get you to join the team somehow. I just have to whisper some things in his, or I guess your ear while we’re in camouflage… and just like that everything is going to change. Welcome to the football team. You’re a little late on becoming a jock, but you’re a hard worker. You’ll catch up. Speaking of which…

We jumped forward in time. I probably should have warned you, I was just excited to see the changes. We’re not all the way back to the present, not yet. It’s been a year since the other you joined the football team, and just like I predicted you caught up real quick. Even when you were in theater you were a hard worker, and now that you’ve dedicated yourself to football instead, you’re an absolute beast. You’ve had a major growth spurt and fit right in with the guys who have been playing football since middle school, a total jock through and through. Looks like this version of you acts a little more jockish too. Probably because you’ve been spending so much time around jocks, they’ve been rubbing off on you. Literally in one very special case. That’s right, the new you managed to do what you never could in college: get a jock boyfriend. In the original timeline he never even looked your way, but now Tim Wire, the most popular jock in school, is head over heels for you. You two seem to have a great relationship… Let's see if it lasts.

Another jump forward, a much bigger one this time. It’s been about 5 years since you joined the football team. You didn’t go professional, not because you couldn’t but because you didn’t want to. A guy like you could have been a superstar, but you and your fiancée Tim agreed you both wanted something more stable. So you opened up a chain of gyms. It’s a small business, but it has a lot of potential for growth, especially with you as the face of the operation. You basically have it made. You own a small, successful business, have a sexy husband, and are about to adopt a 3 year old. Your life is fucking perfect. Let’s see if it gets better.

A final jump forward. We’re 20 years after you joined the football team, back into the present. You’re still the old you, but that’s only because I have to ‘finalize’ the changes. Take a look around. You might not recognize this place, this huge mansion, but it’s your home. You, your husband Tim, and your adopted son all live here together. This must be your home gym, and I believe that’s you and him flexing over there. Looks like the little guy ended up taking after his dads. He’s huge for an 18 year old. He’s smart too, all ready to take over the family business when you retire. Your gyms are a very successful franchise now, if you can’t tell from the sheer size of your house. It’s just my opinion but I think your life really would have been better if you joined the football team back then. And now it can be. All you need to do is press this button, and finalize the changes. It’s your choice-

Ok, that was quick. I guess it was an easy choice. I hope you enjoy your new life. I would if I were you. I mean a muscular sexy husband, a son you can be proud of, a successful business and an incredible amount of muscles and confidence. You’ve got it made. I just hope we didn’t change too much. I didn’t realize you’d start a gym franchise. That could have a big impact.

I’m sure it’s nothing though. I mean, how many lives can a gym really change?

#muscle growth tf #muscle tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #nerd to jock #reality change #retcon #time travel tf #DILF tf

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waterlilyrose · 2 days

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Hi! I just read What Is Wanting Once Again and adore it 🩷👏🏻 (you will get a lot of notifications from me hahaha)

What is your headcanon for Kanthony's first fight? The one that made Kate use the Viscountess room for the first time? An most important, how did the make up?

Thanks for writing and sharing 🩷

Hi there. Thank you so much and the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned 😊

Ooooh interesting. They are a truly passionate couple so I can imagine now and again they would have some explosive rows that would make the servants hide until it was over and the glass rattle in the window panes.

Maybe it might occur during Kate's pregnancy. Anthony is happy, so unbelievably happy, that she's having his baby. He has so many plans - what games to play with the baby, when to start reading to them, what names he would give them (maybe his father's name for a boy or Kate's mother's name for a girl). Everyone jokes how insufferably eager and protective he will be when he's going to be a dad.

And they are right. He will be. Completely so. And eventually it will start to grate on Kate.

She knows he means well. Of course she does. But pregnancy isn't the same as being mortally ill - you can still do a lot of things as long as amendments are made. And having her freedom curtailed won't go down very well with the fiercely independent Lady Bridgerton.

He tries to stop her riding her horses so much. Far too dangerous - what if she suffered another accident. He'd never forgive himself.

He doesn't like her out in the garden by the flowerbeds. His father died due to a bee - what if she's allergic too?

He removes all the ladders in the library so she can't climb up one to get a book. Meaning she's got to ask a footman to get certain ones down.

It's driving her nuts!

Eventually when she is five months pregnant, she can't take it any more. Anthony tries to get his mother to take over Kate's duties as Viscountess so she can rest. Rest?! She's planning tea parties; not sword fighting with Anthony's brothers!

She demands that he needs to stop and of course Anthony can't believe she's asking him to just not care about her or the baby - what kind of man did she think he was?!

She counters (screams) about what kind of woman did he think she was that she would ever do anything to hurt their child? What about when the baby was born? Was it to be imprisoned in a tower and Kate was forgotten about because she'd done her duty and now had no worth?!

The resulting slamming doors as they stormed apart could be heard at the Featheringtons across the street.

Kate and Anthony stay apart for three days. Anthony takes up residence in the Viscountess rooms so Kate can still have the comfy bed but that doesn't help much as everything reminds her of Anthony and the empty space in her bed reminds her that he's not there. She cries herself to sleep a lot due to remorse, missing him but also stubbornness. Why won't he believe her?

Eventually it is Simon who talks some sense into Anthony (through letter as he is still busy at Clyvedon) and Hyacinth and Gregory who make Kate see why he's being so daft.

Simon explains that he truly gets it - he was insufferable when Augie was born and was shocked at how much so - he never wanted kids at all in the first place. But Kate was one of the strongest and most maternal women he'd ever met. She would protect that baby with her life and Anthony had to learn to trust the depth of her love. "You are used to doing all the worrying on your own - well you aren't on your own now. Kate is there with you. Trust her to be your equal - it's never failed you before."

Hyacinth and Gregory also keep Kate company to try and cheer her up (they can see she's really upset even if she won't admit it) and absentmindedly talk about the times Anthony has annoyed them by being so stubborn. He won't let Gregory join in on fencing practise until he's older and there was the time he paid a doctor three times his salary just to make sure Hyacinth overcame a bad fever.

"He's prone to be a bit stupid sometimes. But I forgive him." Hyacinth declares.

"why is that?" Kate asks quietly.

"Because he's only really silly and fretful when he loves the person. He doesn't like that many people - for him to get so upset... It means he really truly wants you to be happy."

Anthony knocks on the bedroom door that night and asks timidly if he can come back to bed. The big grovelling apology he had planned is forgotten when Kate, intending to be haughty at first, bursts into tears (bloody hormones) and will only calm down when she is held for a full ten minutes.

They are a bit exhausted by the end (emotions are draining) before declaring that compromise had to be made - Anthony had to be less over protective but Kate needed to hear why he was and understand him a bit better. Because the root of it all is actually what it always comes back to - Anthony fears he won't be as good as his own father. He'll never be the father Edmund Bridgerton was - protecting is all he has because he'll never be as gentle, as kind or as fun as his father. Kate tells him the truth - she doesn't give a right royal damn how wonderful Edmund Bridgerton was. She married Anthony Bridgerton. And she loves him. So much it hurts.

This is their preview of parenthood - full of hurdles and emotions but ultimately they would be okay.

#waterlilyrose #kanthony #bridgerton #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate and anthony #parenthood #first row #headcanon #kate bridgerton

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 3 days

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Imagine if rook went missing😈 (I love putting them and auron through hell)

Auron is going down a hill of self doubt bc how tf did he lose the ONE thing he said he was going to protect with all of his power? When he figured out who took Rook he's going to be ruining everything that person has. He hasn't said it yet but he loves Rook VERY much.

Short story Auron is a lil crazy (we love that for him tho), blood, torture lightly touched on, and bones being broken.

Auron kept hitting the man on the floor, he saw the scars Rook now has. They didn't deserve ANY of those. But this fucking pathetic son of a bitch, hurt them! He had to look everywhere to even find them and it drove him insane. Auron thought of the different things he would do to this person, but right now all he can think of was to hit that scumbag as hard as he can. For as long as he can.

Rook on the other hand, was finally waking up after being whipped on their back. Hissing they blinked their eyes more and saw a doctor cleaning them up. She also looked very surprised seeing Rook finally waking up.

"Oh! Sweetie it's okay, I'm with Auron. I was just cleaning up your wounds. You poor thing..." Sympathizing with the condition Rook was in the Doctor then turned to look out the small room they were in.

"Auron....Wher....res....Auron?" Slurring their words Rook tried to turn their head to see if they can catch him in their sight. The Doctor petted their head gently, trying to calm them.

"Sweetie, he's busy right now. But don't worry I'm sure he's going to be done soon. He started torturing that bastard three hours ago." Mumbling the last part the doctor, Rook smiled and the lady petting them flinched a bit at it.

"Good, let that bastard get dragged to hell by my partner." Cackling their words they felt themselves feel sleep take them again. The doctor sighed as Rook closed their eyes, Jesus Christ her boss found someone as crazy as him.

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #red answers #red writes #trust i love torturing this couple so much

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jocelynscrazyideas · 2 days

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If only you knew. | Quinn Hughes x Reader

Summary: before Quinn left you, yiu had a life changing suprise to tell him. Unfortunately, you guys broke up before you had the chance to tell him.

Warnings: pregnancy? That’s it!?

A:N- it’s really short, um.. sorry but I’m having like mega writers block. I’m thinking if finishing my John marino fluff that’s been requested but it’s gonna tell a bit. Sorry again!!

What’s next? GIVE ME SOME IDEAS PLSS IM ON WROTERS BLOCK😢

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Quinn and I just browk up, and he has found another girlfriend. It’s been exactly three weeks from the end of our three year relationship. I’m heartbroken.

I was walking out of the doctors room after my weekly appointment. Quinn my ex boyfriend had just broken up with me. Not for any crazy reason, just simply he wanted to focus on his career.

Now I said it wasn’t a crazy reason, but I do believe it was a stupid one. I think he needs someone in his life that will always be there for him to ask for help, get support and can cuddle with at night. Obviously that SOMONE has to be me. But he happy with his new lady.

Obviously, his brothers are his number ones, but romanticly…

“I would never leave you. If anything, youre the one to break my heart. I need you in my life, you keep me responsible and safe. I feel loved everytime I look at you.”

-said the “love of my life” Quinn Hughes

I undertsand perspective changes, and opinions are not going to stay the same, but he truly meant it. I know he felt it was a stupid thing to say. I just hope him the best, I hipe he finds a good strong loving women.

The real reason Quinn and I broke up wasn’t because of his career but his personal relationship within his mental state, he wasn’t ready for kids, and I was. He wasn’t ready to be captain for a year and have an actual job at home as well.

Mainly, yes it was his career that was stopping him but at least he got what he wanted… right?

I just came back from an appointment agian, I tried to call Quinn.

First time he didn’t pick up, second time… well he picked up but he didn’t wnat to talk to me.

“I can’t right now y/n. I just can’t. I’m busy.”

“Okay, sorry Quinn.”

Or:

“Not the time.”

“…”

Did it hurt me deep down? Yes. But I have to respect him. I called him for the last time.

“Quinn-“

“What! Seriously y/n, I can’t right now.”

“I’m pregnant.”

He didn’t respond, so I hung up. If I wnat a father to my child, I better find one that wants to be a dad, Quinn doesn’t want kids, so I must let him go.

But if only he knew that he was the love of my life, and he was gonna be a good father.

#jocelynscrazyideas #hockey #nhl #quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #nhl fic #hockey blurb #be safe and use protection #captain quinn #🍇🍇🍇

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plushyvi · 3 days

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“it’s a common notion!”

game: fallout 4

characters: paladin danse, arthur maxson

summary: he gets a little jealous seeing someone else be interested in you the same way he is. he starts to wonder if it’s a common occurrence for you.

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, reader isn’t sole but you can read it as if they were, jealousy,

↣ paladin danse

“knight.”

you glance up from your seated position to see your sponsor, power armour and all, watching over you. “paladin danse. how was your search in lexington? find anything useful?”

“yes. recovered some brotherhood weapons and holotags for captain kells,” he explains to you as he watches you take your hands off the scribe in front of you, “what have you been doing since i left the prydwen?”

you think it was pretty obvious with how proctor cade has you running a mock infirmary in the armoury bay. you were given a white coat to show people you were acting as a second doctor to cade. the bay was filled with tens of soldiers who came back for a fight with the institute at a hold-out spot in the commonwealth, all injured and most near to death. cade’s office was packed and you offered your help since you worked closely with him a few times.

“are you blind, paladin?” you mumble out in a joking matter. danse shows a slightly embarrassed look. but you smile at him. “the most recent outpost the brotherhood established was overrun by synths. proctor cade cannot tend to all of these soldiers.”

“right…” he grumbles off as you turn back to scribe in front of you.

you hold his hand, wiping the blood off his palm and trying to clean his cut. he winces, but the obvious blush that patterns his pale cheeks is obvious. he cannot stop looking at you.

“i… i have some injuries i’d like you to look at,” danse suddenly speaks up. you look up at him from your seated position. “i know cade is busy.”

“oh, well, i’m also a bit preoccupied too, paladin,” you say and finish wrapping the scribe’s hand, “is it urgent? how badly does it hurt?”

“a ten,” he says without hesitation. you stare at him with a raised brow. “i, uh… just come see me when you have the time.”

you go to respond when proctor cade comes into the armoury in a hurry. his sleeves are tugged up to his elbows and he has dried blood on his fingertips. his eyes meet yours and he hurries over.

“thank you, knight y/n, i appreciate all your help,” he sincerely says. you finish off the bandages before sending the scribe off. he does so reluctantly and shakes your hand for a bit too long for danse’s liking. “i can handle the rest of the soldiers here. you need to get some rest yourself; elder maxson said that you had a tiring mission this morning.”

“are you sure, proctor?” you ask as you stand up. there were still a lot of patients here, albeit you had dealt with the more serious cases. many of the ones left were just injuries. “i can stay for another hour.”

danse stands behind you. cade, looking between the both of you, notices the paladin’s slightly furrowed brows. he only nods.

“yes, knight, do not worry. i’ve been the doctor on this ship for as long as i can remember, i know a thing or two,” he says to you. you nod your head and wipe off the blood on your own hands. “thank you for your help. i’m sure maxson is also grateful for your actions. now, go rest.”

you put the coat down on the box you were sitting on and take out the supplies from your pockets. the medkit was given to cade before you turned to danse.

“okay, leave your power armour here and i’ll meet you at your room.” you tell him. danse agrees and moves carefully around the patients to take off his armour.

as he removes it, the same scribe from before approaches him.

“paladin danse?” he mutters out quietly.

“yes, soldier?” danse replies, head held up tall.

“i wanted to say… thank you for teaching y/n the way of the brotherhood,” the scribe says to danse. his cheeks are tinted red and he plays with his fingers nervously. “they’re an incredible soldier, and they’re so nice… i admire them quite a lot—”

“that is ‘knight y/n’, scribe,” danse interrupts with a harsh tone. the scribe jumps a little at his words, and he slowly nods. “they are just doing their job, as they are ordered to.”

the scribe looks to the ground for a moment, a bit upset. danse feels like he should be apologetic, but he isn’t. he only keeps his stoic look on his face.

“right… i apologise, paladin danse, i did not mean to overstep my boundaries,” the scribe salutes to danse before looking away, “thank you, and knight y/n.”

danse lets the scribe go in silence.

“be easy on the kid, danse,” cade speaks up as he grabs some stimpacks from the box against the wall. danse turns his head to look at him. “it’s just a lil’ crush. knight y/n saved a lot of these soldiers, who wouldn’t be compelled to think about them?”

danse is quiet as he ponders the question. proctor cade goes to do his work as danse moves to his room.

he opens the door quietly to see you sleeping on his bed. your outer layer was taken off, jacket strewn on his desk and you laid on his bed, silently breathing. danse closes the door behind him and unzips the back of his uniform as quietly as he can without disturbing you.

truth be told, he wasn’t injured at all. his retrieval mission went as smooth as humanly possible, so he didn’t need to have anything looked over. he just wanted your attention on him.

he changes into a comfortable shirt and sweatpants before locking the door. it would be heinous is anyone caught you two together in his quarters. you yourself were in a tank top and your pants from your gear, shoes set by the bed. you looked peaceful.

danse sits on the bed as he stares at you.

cade had him thinking; did lots of people have a thing for you? if yes, then how many?

he feels as if it’s childish to wonder such a thing, but he couldn’t help himself. you were an intoxicating thought that clouded his mind.

he thinks that maybe you heard his thoughts, because you suddenly stir and turn around, now facing him. your eyes flutter open and danse feels his face heat up at how you look at him.

“ah, sorry,” you say and start sitting up and wiping your eyes, “i’m exhausted—”

danse leans forward and wraps an arm around your shoulders. he tugs you close before he lays down on the bed. his thin blanket is pulled on top of the both of you. your face is smushed against his chest and your hands press against his upper stomach, trapped.

“get some rest,” he tells you.

“danse…?” you murmur against his skin. he shivers. “what’s going on with you today? i don’t see any injuries.”

he doesn’t say anything in response at first, utterly embarrassed by how he’s acting. he would never tell off a scribe for something like that. perhaps he should apologise when he finds the time.

but for now, danse kisses the crown of tour forehead.

“nothing, soldier,” he sighs out quietly as he closes his eyes. he can feel your hands slowly circle around his waist before you tug him closer, “i was just concerned, is all.”

“i’m okay, danse,” you respond, “you didn’t have to lie.”

“i’m sorry…”

“it’s fine. let’s just sleep now.”

he keeps his eyes open for a bit longer, which prompts you to sigh and lift yourself up. he watches as you plant a kiss to his lips, gentle enough to try and lure him to sleep. he relaxed into you in seconds.

“just talk to me later.” you tell him with a small smile.

he manages to doze off not long after you. the whole entire time, he thinks about how the scribe is right — you are an amazing soldier, and you have the biggest heart. that’s why he fell in love with you.

could he really blame anyone else for doing the same?

↣ arthur maxson

he’s on the ground for a change as he decided he should accompany you on your next task: training the new initiates.

“keep your hands steady,” you say as you watch them attempt to shoot the glass bottles on the boxes. most shots miss. “and don’t hold your breath for so long. you want to pass out in front of the enemy?”

“no, knight-captain!” a call is heard from the firing team.

“i want to see a smashed bottle from each of you,” you say with crossed arms. you watch from the sidelines and see how confident they are with a weapon — which isn’t that much. “we aren’t moving on until we get a clean shot from each of you.”

elder maxson had taken it upon himself to come and watch how you trained them, and he’s impressed. you’re not bad at it, just the right mixture of tough and encouraging. however, he thinks maybe he should’ve asked someone else to do this.

“well done, initiate frieda,” you say as you walk behind her. she lowers her gun and looks back to you, big doe eyes. she was shorter than you and her eyes seemed like the glossiest thing in the world. “you’ll be a sharpshooter in no time. i’m impressed.”

maxson clenches his hands around his bicep. he's let you train initiates before. did you always act so friendly with them? no, you weren't even acting friendly, you were being... genuinely nice. it made maxson wonder how you survived out there.

as you continue to help the other initiates, the girl turns to her friend beside her and begins to squeal quietly.

“did you hear that? knight y/n likes me!” she giggles out, unaware of the looming presence behind her. her friend goes wide eyed before going back to shooting. “i hope i’m on their team when we’re ready for the field, they’re so nice and so pretty—”

“shoot initiate dina’s bottle, soldier.”

frieda slowly looks back behind her to see elder maxson’s glaring eyes. his presence shook her and made the poor girl panic. her laser pistol shoot in her hands before she gulped.

“y—yes, elder maxson, sir!” she replies loudly.

that grabs your attention. you stop mid-sentence as you were talking to another initiate. looking to see the commotion, you’re surprised when you get the scene of maxson standing a foot away from the initiate you had complimented, looking about as mad as ever. you let out a small sigh.

initiate frieda shakily aims at her friend’s bottle. it isn’t a surprise when she misses by a long shot. that makes her friend and all the other initiates, who witnessed you compliment the girl, cringe in fear. the girl swallows the lump of nervousness and carefully lowers her gun.

“if you cannot shoot the target on demand, or under any pressure at all, you are not a suitable candidate for not only the brotherhood, but for knight y/n’a team,” elder maxson’s booming voice reaches across the whole training ground. the initiate looks as if she’s about to cry. but the leader doesn’t let up. “their team is only filled with the ones i deem the best. if you wish to be chosen for such a task, you must work very hard.”

“yes, elder maxson.” initiate frieda mumbles. she wanted to shrivel up.

“and if i may give you a word for advice,” his voice goes quieter, but his glare is harsher. she feels like she’s seen a ghost. “keep you focus on the brotherhood’s goal of freeing the commonwealth. i assure you, knight y/n does not have the time or the interest in someone like you, the way you do for them.”

she’s silent for a moment before she nods her head. elder maxson lifts himself up high again before looking around to the older soldiers.

"take this as a warning to all of you," he shouts as he begins to march. you have to hold back from rolling your eyes. "the brotherhood is now your whole life. you have no time to think of anything other than the good of the commonwealth. if you have joined for any alterior motives," he takes the time to look at you up and down. you don't know whether to be offended or not. "it's best if you leave now while you still can."

the initiates are quiet before they call out a 'yes, sir!' to him. going back to their training, most of them are scared out of their minds. but frieda especially; all she even did was call you pretty.

"elder, may i speak with you for a moment?" you question with a clenched jaw. he stares at you and, without even confirmation, you grab the fur of his jacket and begin dragging him around the corner of a building. you turn back to the eavesdropping initiates. "continue your shooting. when i come back, i do not want to see a single bottle left standing. knight rhys, make sure no one is cheating!"

the knight standing to the side on watch duty at the airport perks up at his name. with a silent groan, he nods his head. he turns to face the initiates and calls out to them to begin. laser shooting fills your ears before you hide behind the corner with maxson.

"arthur!" you grumble out with furrowed brows. he raises a brow at you. "what are you doing? i told you that you could come and watch if it meant you were quiet and didn't scare off my initiates more than you needed to!"

he crosses his arms over his chest as if to show you that he was pissed off as well. you rest your hand on your hip.

"you need to get your initiates in check. you cannot have them thinking this way about you," he tells you with a shake of his head, "not only will they be fawning over you all the time instead of doing brotherhood work, they will be distracted on the battlefield. careless lives will be lost, knight."

"what are you even—arthur," you sigh as you rub your temple. it's not like he was wrong, you needed to whip them into shape, but it was so early. "this is my second lesson with these initiates. give me a week and i'll have soldiers. just... you need to calm down a bit. what happened?"

he holds back from telling you. maxson was only slightly above admitting that he was wrong, but he'd be damned if he had to admit this to you. the crease between his brows becomes more defined.

"initiate frieda will be under knight wagner's supervision. i don't believe she would be an asset to you."

"shouldn't i have a say in that, elder?" you inquire as you raised a brow, "she is becoming a good shooter, and she gets along well with other brotherhood soldiers. not only that, but she got the highest agility score on the first day. i'd say she is an acceptable candidate for my team."

maxson rolls his eyes at you. your eye twitches at his behaviour.

"arthur, seriously," you exhale slowly and take his gloved hand in yours. he finally drops his arms from his chest and slowly relaxes his shoulders. "what's wrong? you've never been so hostile towards an initiate before."

it takes him a moment to gather up the courage to tell you anything, but soon enough he does.

"it would seem that these new initiates have taken a liking to you," he admits, "and i... i don't intend on letting that go any further."

your heart melts at his words before you let the smile you were holding back now take over your face. it’s a little funny, which makes you cover your face with your free hand. maxson’s brow twitches at your reaction.

“alright, that’s enough, knight,” he scoffs at you. he yanks his hand out of yours and massages the back of his neck. “don’t coddle them, is my point. you have to be their commander, not their crush-magnet.”

“‘crush-magnet’? what are you, 12?” you joke with a hearty laugh. that makes his face turn pink with embarrassment. “it’s okay, arthur. i’ll make sure to keep them in line.”

he looks at your face a little longer before he nods his head. you smile again as he rests a hand on your shoulder. he’s always been sheepish when it comes to any form of affection towards you, even if it was just some kind words. you let him come closer to you and soon press a kiss to your cheek. an arm comes around to hold your waist and he sinks against you.

“captain y/n, they’ve successfully—” knight rhys comes around the corner to interrupt, only he widens his eyes at the scene. he stops on his tracks and clears his throat. maxson is quick to remove himself from you and you rake a step away from him. “ah, i apologise, i—i didn’t, uh… excuse me, but the initiates have cleared all the bottles.”

“thank you, rhys,” you say as you nod your head, “i’ll take it from here.”

he nods his head and walks away while rubbing his ear. you glance to maxson before you stretch your arms.

“okay, i have to get back to work,” you say as you straighten your jacket. maxson runs fingers through his hair and fixes his own overcoat too. “now if you’re going to stay, you need to keep quiet, arthur. they need to be scared of me too. the way you look at people is already enough to make them shit their pants.”

“alright, knight, i will still supervise.” he replies.

you flash him one last sweet smile before he hears you call out an order for combat training as you turn the corner. he stands there for a few seconds longer.

he’d have to get over the fact that you were as amazing to him as you were to others.

#paladin danse #paladin danse x reader #danse #danse x reader #elder maxson #elder maxson x reader #arthur maxson #arthur maxson x reader #maxson #maxson x reader #fallout 4 #fallout 4 x reader #fo4 #fo4 x reader

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You have been invited to a charming soirée at the Trevor manor. The only catch is, someone has just been found dead, and everyone is a suspect.

A murder mystery rp group

Lord Howard Hawthorne aka the victim was Victor Trevor's business partner, but Victor isn't the only one with ties to the recently-deceased. Among the guests, there are those who could have played a key role in the murder, but there is only one killer. The Detective who is also attending the event has taken charge of the situation, and will not allow anyone to leave the manor's premises until the killer has been identified. At any rate, it's not as if the guests could run very far; the manor is set amongst acres worth of empty lands and fields in the Highlands, with the nearest village an hour's drive away. It's anyone's game when it comes to hiding personal motives and scrambling for alibis, in a bid to avoid being pinned for a coldblooded murder. Needless to say, it's going to be a very long night.

And here we have the key players.

ROLECALL;;

The Detective: The main sleuth, and close friend of the host, trying to tie the pieces of this grizzly murder together. To think they wanted the night off.

Status: OPEN

The Music Conductor: The leader and piano accompaniment of the string quartet which has been entertaining the guests with delightful chamber music all evening. He also happens to be Victor Trevor's loving partner.

Status: FILLED Name: Peter Smith-Kingsley @pxnandqxll File

The "Happy" Couple: A pair of lovebirds who are deeply devoted to one another, or so people think. Perhaps behind their faithful façade, all is not as it seems. Rumor has it one of them has been fooling around with a certain Young Socialite for quite a while. Or was it a Femme/Homme Fatale?

Status: OPEN (to 2 members)

The Young Socialite: The young and carefree socialite who’s climbing up the social ladder, and perhaps even into certain beds; namely that of the man who was alive an hour ago. They feel like the world is theirs to claim and ready to risk it all.

Status: FILLED Name: Elijah “Remington” Floquet @exquisitexagony File

Femme/Homme Fatale: A sly seducer who can easily wrap any guest round their little finger.

Status: FILLED Name: Cecelia Holmes @consultingsister File

The Staff: Never discount the staff, as they have eyes and ears everywhere. They may even know more than the host himself.

Status: FILLED Name: Sakura Tsubaki @survivics File

The Secret Reporter: Closed parties be damned. What better place to get their next scoop?

Status: FILLED Name: Richard Oliver Mayhew @richardxoliverxmayhew File

The Red Herring: A shady character who is grey to their core. They don’t seem to care whether or not they make an enemy or two this evening.

Status: FILLED Name: Tom Ripley @retrograderesemblance File

The Lawful: The supposedly lawful character (i.e. a lawyer, soldier, judge or doctor) who harbors a secret from their shameful past they’re trying to hide.

Status: OPEN

RULES;;

Once every role has been filled, all members (including myself) will be assigned a number. I will then run the numbers through a random number generator, and whichever number comes out will be that of The Killer, who will then be informed privately by me as to their secret role. IMPORTANT: The Killer shall not under any circumstances reveal their role to other members in or out of character, as this will only lead to their own downfall (i.e. you will be REMOVED from the group if you do this lol just be cool. You'd be ruining the whole point of the murder mystery otherwise).

Anyone can join; All Fandoms, Canons & OCs, as long as you regularly contribute to the group's threads in character. This is going to be a relaxed thing, but completely silent members will be replaced.

OOC Drama will get you removed from the group. No exceptions.

Duplicate Fcs are not welcome; it would make things far too confusing.

Group Verse Tag is V; The Manor Mystery Track for threads and updates.

APPLICATION;;

Submit to vxctorx

Character’s name and position: Age: Gender: FC: Bio: Should cover the character’s connection to other characters, and a short back story. Other:

#[ i caved lol christine made me do this ]#[ anyway feel free to participate! just make sure to read the rules :) ]#V; The Manor Mystery

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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Hi!

I just wanted to say what if the reader (from the fic where dottore put foul legacy’s blood was put into the reader) well what if they were out into a type of stasis and that’s why they were thought to be dead. And they walk in and find that your body is gone. When childe is back to normal he goes on a mission into the forest and he finds an abysal monster roaming the forest and whether or not he realises who it is can be up to you, I just think that it would be cool. You can ignore this if you don’t like this idea!

🍑 anon

(related to this post and the ones before it <33) yesss, YEEESSSSS MORE ANGST MORE ANGSTTTTT *EVIL GIGGLING*

alright hear me out- once Dottore finally retracts his claws and allows Childe to transform back into his human form (mostly because the Tsaritsa ordered it), Childe remembers almost nothing from his ordeal. he only knows that something happened, that he had to be "hospitalized", and that you were mysteriously gone- why? he had been so forward to seeing you again, after so long, but now you've vanished. Dottore merely shrugs when asked, and Pantalone has to keep from cursing whenever your name is mentioned. none of the other agents will give him an answer, either looking confused or hastily walking away from the Eleventh, almost tripping over their guilt

something is wrong here. Childe can feel it in his bones. but what?

the moment he's deemed well enough, he's dispatched on a mission- the Tsaritsa's missed her finest weapon, after all- it's actually quite close to Snezhnaya, and Childe finds himself staring out at the snowy expanse, fingers idly tapping his bow. he's tired, more tired than usual, whatever put him in the medical wing definitely took its toll. even worse, he doesn't have your hugs to lift his spirits, the exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders, and the Harbinger lets out a sigh that mists and clouds the freezing air

there's a crackling crunch, and Childe snaps his head around, summoning his Hydro blades and stalking towards the source of the noise. he's already irritated and eager to kill whoever or whatever interrupted his thoughts- but when he sweeps aside the snow-dotted branches he gasps and jumps back, the sight of an Abyssal creature throwing him off balance. he should attack it- he should kill it, rid the Tsaritsa's domain of something so tainted like himself-

but the terror in the monster's familiar eyes made Childe stop cold, weapons falling from his hands as he rushes to cup your cheeks in his hands, tears filling his ocean-colored eyes as he stumbles over choked words

"Starlight-? It can't- No- Not you too- Oh, what did those monsters do to you???"

he's crying, pressing his forehead against yours, heart breaking at the pained whines and squeaks you let out and oh, how could he be so stupid?? it all makes sense now, why everyone except Dottore seems so on edge, why you seemingly vanished into thin air, why Foul Legacy's been horribly silent ever since he woke up. now his Abyssal half cries with him, extending his claws in desperation to hold you close, ensure that you're alive and not a cold corpse in the ground somewhere, even if you're in a different form

Childe hugs you as tightly as possible as Foul Legacy wails in his head, fingers tightening around you as he swears, to you, to the Tsaritsa, to the Abyss itself-

Dottore will pay.

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buckttommy · 7 months

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married firstprince au set 10ish years in the future where alex is a victim of an assassination attempt while him and henry are apart and the absolutely heartstopping, bone crushing fear when henry gets the call........ bonus points if they were in the middle of a fight at the time............. hold on. i'm throwing up on myself....

#GOD. Everyone shut up okay just shut up #Henry just doing his thing minding his business #fighting the everlooming stress of the fact that it's been six days since he's seen his husband #and the last time he saw him they were hurling biting words and insults at each other #(something they agreed to never do since they got married)#and he's already not sleeping because he can't sleep without Alex #so he's a bit miserable.#But then Shaan comes to him one morning and he KNOWS #The minute he looks at his face he feels his heart fucking drop down to his stomach #and he's just like 'tell me he's not dead. tell me'#and Shaan is like 'he's not but it's bad. We need to go'#So the whole flight Henry's just sat there torturing himself over every horrible word he's ever said to ALEX #of all people. It's stupid. The whole fight was stupid and none of it matters because the love of his life might be fucking #dead by the time he gets to the hospital. Anyways. Alex is in surgery again when he gets there #and he has to wait another EIGHT hours just for a doctor to come out and tell him Alex is fine it was touch and go for a minute there #but he really doesn't hear anything beyond 'Alex is fine.'#Anyways when Henry sees his husband he crawls into bed beside him (careful not to hurt him of course) and just holds him #(and cries softly because he's just had the worst twenty-four hours of his life)#and he's still holding him when Alex wakes up and the first words out of his mouth are 'hey baby' and that's when Henry really loses it #Alex drifts back off to sleep (not without mumbling a sleepy apology and an I love you)#but when he wakes up #they talk and Alex is just like 'I was so fucking scared I would hurt you the way your dad did' and Henry is like #'what do you mean sweetheart?' and Alex is like 'i don't want you to know the pain of losing me i don't want to do that to you'#which nearly sends them BOTH over the edge and it's all very tender and sweet.#Anyways then they make out and fall asleep together in the hospital bed #and it's the best sleep Henry has had in days.#the end #future wips #fandom: rwrb

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mariocki · 1 year

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Patrick Troughton lays down the law as Italian police Inspector Guido Gambetti in The Saint: Interlude in Venice (5.2, ITC, 1966)

#fave spotting #patrick troughton #the saint #interlude in venice #doctor who #classic doctor who #two #1966 #itc #Pat had made a previous Saint ep (2.18‚ The Romantic Matron) also as a local cop embroiled in Simon's schemes (Argentine in the earlier ep #Venetian here). his cop this time is rather more fleshed out; he's astute and intelligent enough to allow Simon pretty much a free #hand in pursuing the villains (all the most successful guest cops pretty much sit back and let him do his thing) whilst also acknowledging #that solving the case will undoubtedly be good for his career. there's also a subtle hint of comic business; in their first meeting #in a hospital‚ Pat sits on what appears to be a stretcher and has to be moved off it by an irate nurse‚ and he also offers to light candles #for Simon (bc he's the Saint ofc). this aired almost exactly a month before Pat debuted in DW in Power of the Daleks episode 1 #his tenure on Who would put an end to these kinds of guest spots for a couple of years‚ and afterwards he'd generally appear in more mature #or quirky guest roles‚ making this quite possibly the last of his detective roles #but he's a lot of fun as always‚ and his Italiano accent is definitely on the right side of Ham #and to think @thisbluespirit you and @basiltheratatouille were planning to waylay me and steal these dvds away!#and deprive me of a little Italian Patty T?! monsters both

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marc--chilton · 16 days

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(mgv) the first few heats after giselle's birth leave house consumed with parental devotion. he is protective to an insane degree and if she isn't gone to stay with someone before his heat really kicks in, any and all energy that would have gone into sex instead goes to being feral over the baby. example:

house and their pup are curled up in a nest he has carefully constructed for Maximum Comfort + Hide, practically wrapped around her as they nap. wilson left earlier to go grab a snack house had asked for and got sidetracked while at the store (keeps finding stuff they may want/need/might like and it becomes a Whole Thing) so he ended up being gone for long enough that house dozed off. when he comes back and house hears the sound of the front door unlocking, his eyes shoot open and he's instantly growling -- he's not even really awake, just running on pure instinct while his brain struggles to catch up. it's enough that when wilson walks in and hears it he stops on reflex -- an omega, in heat, nesting, with a pup, growling? alpha weakness. shakes them to their blood even when it's their omega because when instincts run high like that. even those in bonded pairs will tread carefully because the omega will Not Hesitate. it's not until wilson hesitantly calls out to him that house shakes himself out of it ("rrrrmrrgghhrrr--" " 😰 house?" "--rrrmpp?"). then when wilson walks in with the snack and whatever other little tokens he found he plays it extra safe as an apology for being gone for so long; keeping his head bowed, placating notes in the scent he puts out, staying a respectful distance away from the nest until house explicitly permits him to come closer (house rolls his eyes when wilson hesitates to enter the nest even though he so clearly wants to)

#look you can hire an actual sitter with this ->#all you have to do is make sure when we come to pick her back up she has *your* scent on her so house doesn't find out #house mgv #hilson #house md #mgv #copy pasted from discord wojaflamh them folks over there get me on a roll sometimes #house hates leaving her for someone else to take care of especially when she's still so small #claims it's for health or developmental reasons but really he's just incredibly attached #his top 3 options for babysitting are chase thirteen or cuddy but they're all doctors so. yeah #luckily wilson was prepared for that. he brings her over and sneaks them some money like #once they meet nora the process has a lot less steps bc she can actually just watch giselle herself. i think #i haven't met her yet idk what she does but we're running on the assumption she is Not as busy as a doctor. plus she thinks giselle is ->#just the cutest thing and is glad to have her for herself for a few days

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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xcziel · 2 years

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#i am going to a referral to have someone look at my blood work #they sent me a dozen pages of paperwork to fill out and want me to bring my will and power of attorney #neither of which do i actually have written out and i am not going to try to put together in just a few days?#it is a consultation #like ok if i were going into the hospital but literally he's supposed to look at my blood cell count #there's not any point where they need to see my legal paperwork?#like medical history ok i understand and i understand wanting to know my medications #but i'm not disrupting my entire life for a consult that may not even be relevant?#like my referring doctor is just guessing at things now she has no idea what's going on #gonna call them and be like sorry i'm not trying to find a lawyer and draw up paperwork in a week while also working #i don't think it's even legal to ask to see someone's will? like what the fuck?#my parent's were being treated for stuff and we had to dig the wills out of my dad's files #nether one had an official power of attorney filed i don't think or medical power of attorney #like how is that your business when i haven't even met the doctor yet and may not even want to deal with your practice?#this thing where medical practitioners just assume you're going to go along with whatever they say is really irksome #like the ct scan place they're like you might be going straight to the hospital if your doctor says so #when at no time was i ever warned or given intimations that that was a possibility?#like what if i had plans? or a pet or a kid? like you have to let people know about things ahead of time?#especially if it's not an emergency?

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countess-of-edessa · 2 years

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getting diagnosed with tendonitis (temporary) and arthritis (permanent) specifically from ballet ON world ballet day is incredibly disrespectful. gonna keep doing what im doing though.

#my former neighbor was the one to drive me to the doctor and he was like how long do you think you’ll be #and I was like ???#and then i realized he brought a book? to read? and wait for me?#which is like. the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.#but there was no way in hell he would be allowed to do it.#so i was like no no no no way go about your business im gonna take an Uber #and i convinced him to leave #but then i was like ugh im not going to take an Uber it’s literally barely a mile from my dorm im walking #so i took my walk #i also got a latte it was all good #and tbh right now after four ibuprofen i feel better than i have in days so #maybe that’s the secret #yeah i do not want to take the steroids. i do not anticipate doing that.

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 8 days

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for whom good omens is being written

Hey maggots and the rest of the fandom, it's the Good Omens Mascot here. Today I read a post about this tweet:

The accompanying video genuinely made me cry. And I've been thinking about this for a long while, as far back as February, when I saw a lot of conflicting opinions on what people wanted from the third season. It really is true that no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. But what matters is that Neil is writing this for Terry.

And I was reminded of some paragraphs from the Good Omens TV Companion, which I'd read in Amazon's sample excerpt of the book. I know this is a long post, but I really truly do think you all need to read these, I've done my best to select only the most important parts. Here you go:

'His Alzheimer's started progressing harder and faster than either of us had expected,' says Neil, referring to a period in which Terry recognized that despite everything he could no longer write. 'We had been friends for over thirty years, and during that time he had never asked me for anything. Then, out of the blue, I received an email from him with a special request. It read: “Listen, I know how busy you are. I know you don't have time to do this, but I want you to write the script for Good Omens. You are the only human being on this planet who has the passion, love and understanding for the old girl that I do. You have to do this for me so that I can see it." And I thought, “OK, if you put it like that then I'll do it."

'I had adapted my own work in the past, writing scripts for Death: The High Cost of Living and Sandman, but not a lot else was seen. I'd also written two episodes of Doctor Who, and so I felt like I knew what I was doing. Usually, having written something once I'd rather start something new, but having a very sick co-author saying I had to do this?' Neil spreads his hands as if the answer is clear to see. 'I had to step up to the plate.' A pause, then: 'All this took place in autumn 2014, around the time that the BBC radio adaptation of Good Omens was happening,' he continues, referring to the production scripted and co-directed by Dirk Maggs and starring Peter Serafinowicz and Mark Heap. ‘Terry had talked me into writing the TV adaptation, and I thought OK, I have a few years. Only I didn't have a few years,' he says. 'Terry was unconscious by December and dead by March.'

He pauses again. 'His passing took all of us by surprise,' Neil remembers. 'About a week later, I started writing, and it was very sad. The moments Terry felt closest to me were the moments I would get stuck during the writing process. In the old days, when we wrote the novel, I would send him what I'd done or phone him up. And he would say, "Aahh, the problem, Grasshopper, is in the way you phrase the question," and I would reply, "Just tell me what to do!" which somehow always started a conversation. 'In writing the script, there were times I'd really want to talk to Terry, and also places where I'd figure something out and do something really clever, and I would want to share it with him. So, instead, I would text Terry's former personal assistant, Rob Wilkins, now his representative on Earth. It was the nearest thing I had.'

(...) As Neil himself recognizes, this is an adaptation built upon the confidence that comes from three decades of writing for page and screen. But for all the wisdom of experience, he found that above all one factor guided him throughout the process. 'Terry isn't here, which leaves me as the guardian of the soul of the story,' he explains. 'It's funny because sometimes I found myself defending Terry's bits harder or more passionately than I would defend my own bits. Take Agnes Nutter,' he says, referring to what has become a key scene in the adaptation in which the seventeenth-century author of the book of prophecies foretelling the coming of the Antichrist is burned at the stake. ‘It was a huge, complicated and incredibly expensive shoot, with bonfires built and primed to explode as well as huge crowds in costume. It had to feel just like an English village in the 1640s, and of course everyone asked if there was a cheap way of doing it. 'One suggestion was that we could tell the story using old-fashioned woodcuts and have the narrator take us through what happened, but I just thought, “No”. Because I had brought aspects of the story like Crowley and the baby swap along to the mix, and Terry created Agnes Nutter. So, if I had cut out Agnes then I wouldn't be doing right by the person who gave me this job. Terry would've rolled over in his grave.'

And, finally, this paragraph:

"Once again, Neil cites the absence of his co-writer as his drive to ensure that Good Omens translated to the screen and remained true to the original vision. 'Terry's last request to me was to make this something he would be proud of. And so that has been my job.'"

I think that's so heartwrenchingly beautiful, and so I wanted you all to read this, too, just in case you (like me) don't have the Good Omens TV Companion. It adds another layer of depth and emotion to this already complex and amazing story that we all know and love.

Share this post, if you can, please, so that more people can read these excerpts :")

Tagging @neil-gaiman, @fuckyeahgoodomens and @orpiknight, even if you've definitely read these before :)

#good omens #neil gaiman #sir terry pratchett #good omens show #good omens fandom #good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi

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theculturedmarxist · 11 months

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In 2020, Robert Kuciemba, a woodworker in San Francisco was infected with covid by a co-worker after his Nevada-based Victory Woodworks transferred a number of sick workers to the San Francisco site for a few months.

Through the proceedings of the case it turns out that the employer knew some employees might be sick but they transferred them anyway and ignored a San Francisco ordinance in place at the time to quarantine suspected covid cases.

Kuciemba was subsequently infected and he then infected his wife, who ended up in ICU on a ventilator.

The California Supreme Court just ruled against Kuciemba on the basis that a victory, while, in the court's words, "morally" the right thing to do, would create "dire financial consequences for employers" and cause a "dramatic expansion of liability" to stop the spread of covid.

There’s a few stunning details to note in this case. First, the court agreed that there is no doubt the company had ignored the San Francisco health ordinance. In other words, they accepted the company had broken the law. And then concluded “yeah, but, capitalism.”

Secondly, the case was so obviously important to the struggle between capitalism and mass infection that the US Chamber of Commerce, the largest business lobbying organisation got involved and helped the company with its defence. Remember, this is a tiny company in a niche industry. The involvement of the biggest business lobbyists in the country tells us a lot about the importance of the principle they knew was at stake.

Thirdly, the defence of the company is very telling. They said “There is simply no limit to how wide the net will be cast: the wife who claims her husband caught COVID-19 from the supermarket checker, the husband who claims his wife caught it while visiting an elder care home."

Well, exactly. Capitalism couldn’t survive if employers were liable for covid infections contracted in the workplace, and the ripple effect of those infections. And they know it.

This case is something of a covid smoking gun, revealing what we always suspected but had never seen confirmed in so many words: the public health imperative of controlling a pandemic virus by making employers liable for some of that control is, and always must be, secondary to capitalist profit.

This ruling is also saying out loud what has been obvious to anyone paying attention for the last two years: employers don’t have a responsibility to keep your family safe from covid. You have that responsibility. And if you give a family member covid that you caught at work and they get sick or die – even if it was a result of law-breaking by your employer – that’s on you buddy.

It is the same old capitalist story: the shunting of responsibility for ills that should be shared across society, including employers in that society, onto individuals.

This ruling essentially helps codify workplace mass infection and justifies it as necessary for the smooth functioning of capitalism.

This is not new. This is where the ‘just a cold’ and the ‘mild' narrative came from. It came from doctors and healthcare experts whose first loyalty was to capitalism. Not to public health. To money, not to lives. Abetted by media who uncritically platformed them.

While this ruling tells us little that we couldn’t already see from the public policy approach of the last two years, it is revealing (and to some extent validating) to see it confirmed by the highest law of the land in the United States.

#covid 19 #capitalism #eugenics #class war

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