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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 4 months

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P&C | Ch. 16: Peaches and Cream

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December 7

There it was, written in bright red letters with small hearts and doodles surrounding it, the special date. Jungkook's birthday. See, he is only a few months older than me, but apparently, that's enough of a motive for him to never shut up about it. Sure, he might be bigger, stronger and faster than me but at the end of the day, I got the brains and the beauty (not up for a debate, my mental health won't be able to handle it please). Back to what's important, see, Jungkook is not much of a surprise enthusiast, but sucks to suck because I am. So, naturally, I took it upon myself to plan a little party in celebration of his birth. Putting my acting skills to use, I tried to be as nonchalant about it as possible the whole of last week. Anytime someone mentioned something even remotely close to birthdays, the subject of the conversation would diverge immediately by my sympathetic nervous system. It's nothing too big, just our friend group and a few of his Kinesiology friends. Still, I want this to be special. For him.

Jungkook: I think you should come over ;)

Mira: A dick appointment already?

Jungkook: I don’t know, can you handle it?

Mira: I mean, 3 inches should be fine, right?

Jungkook: … ha ha … very funny. I’ll remember this when I finally get to have you.

Mira: Who said, you’ll ever have me?

I can’t help but smile at my screen, I mean it’s pathetic, really. The butterflies in my stomach are not helping the flush rising up my cheeks, as I play the video he sends. Oh God … I knew alcohol and I didn’t go well together but now that idea is solidified as a fact. Looking back at my dumbfounded face is none other than my drunk self from the Winter Formal. The clip is only 5 seconds, but the second-hand embarrassment is enough for me to essentially drink bleach and just cease to exist.

Jungkook: You did. See. “Jungkook, I want youuu”

Mira: Ok, so now I’m a victim of blackmail. Good to know.

Jungkook: I’ll be expecting your cute self at my door in about an hour.

Mira: Ok dad :(

Finishing up my makeup I quickly grab my keys and make my way out the door before packing some snacks to go. The bus ride there is only 20 minutes but I fear that the noise my stomach makes from hunger might not be a crowd favourite. Unfortunately, though, I play the role of a broke college student just a bit too well, as two mandarins and some salt crackers end up being my only options.

For it being December, the weather is surprisingly nice. Global warming is in its full effect, I guess. While the glaciers melt away, I get to wear cute fall outfits for another month. So, I stunt my leather knee-high boots, as I finally reach Jungkook’s apartment building. Jimin and him are roommates but both come from pretty financially comfortable families, so this isn’t your usual college student apartment but more like a bachelor studio. Fixing my curls, I tuck the striped sweater into my skirt before knocking on the door. Which opens almost immediately, as Jungkook’s eyes divert down to the boots.

“Mira …” he says slowly, leaning on the door frame, as a small smirk forms.

“What?” I snap back confused, nibbling on my lips.

“You know this wasn't an actual dick appointment right?” he giggles, pulling me inside.

“YAH, of course, I did,” I yelp, stumbling on my feet as Jungkook’s grip tightens on my waist.

“Well, you’re looking a bit too good,” he whispers, our lips inches apart as his form moves closer, my back now pressed against the door.

“Can’t handle it, pretty boy?” I whisper back, looking up at his darkened orbs.

“Don’t do that,”

“Do what?”

“Don’t tease me,” Jungkook’s words slow and breathless as his forehead rests on mine, giving it a soft kiss. The gesture is sweet, but the heat between us is almost suffocating. That is until a familiar voice echoes in the background as the doorknob begins to open.

“Oh my god!” I yelp, hiding behind Jungkook who was just as dumbfounded.

“Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?” Jimin chuckles, placing his bag on the table.

“I thought you had practice?” Jungkook says abruptly, fixing his dishevelled hair. My face, now red, is virtually buried in his shirt as I try to regain my cool before Jimin calls my name.

“Yeah, but it ended earlier. Mira? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I …” I stutter, replying with more of an expression than words. Jimin is not a threat but he also isn’t aware of whatever Jungkook and I are, so the truth would not be the most suitable answer just yet. Trying to pull something out of thin air, my distressed self is saved by the bell as Jungkook buds in.

“She was going to help me study,” he says reassuringly before leading us both to the kitchen. I can feel Jungkook's hand on my back as Jimin lets out a big gasp.

“Wow, so now you're a chef? Mira, I don't know what you're doing to him but please don't stop,” Jimin laughs, shaking his head at the plethora of dishes covering the dining table before diving right in. Sneaking a quick peek at Jungkook sitting across from me, his eyes patiently waiting for my reaction. I can't help but smile as I take a bite out of the steaming shrimp dumplings. My childhood favourite, might I add.

“Do you like it?” he gently asks, doe eyes sparkling under the kitchen lights. His full attention was on me, so much so that he barely even flinched when Jimin choked on a shrimp tail.

“I love it,” I reply with a soft smile, giving him a flying chef's kiss. He giggles, finally allowing his body to relax before leaning back on the chair with a proud smile.

After cleaning up the table, Jungkook and I decided to go on a walk as Jimin passed out from a food coma with the TV on. Covering him with a blanket, Jungkook turns the system on before wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we head out. It seems that everyone is taking advantage of the warm weather as the beach is more populated than usual. Playing tag with their dad, children's laughter fills up the ambience as their mom takes pictures of the beautiful memories.

“Do you want kids?” Jungkook suddenly asks, turning his gaze towards my unfazed self who was busy digging for seashells. To be honest, I didn't hear him properly and thought he was asking if I had fears. A miscommunication fiasco fueled by the playful laughter in the background and the fact that I'm half-deaf in my right ear.

“Yeah, a lot,” I reply with a soft smile, eyes still glued on the mission below me.

“A lot? Really?” he lets out a chuckle, hands now in his pockets as his body stands still. Feeling the intensity of his stare on me I look up confused, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Don't tell me you don't,”

“I mean yeah, but ultimately it would be my wife’s decision,” Jungkook replies softly, looking back at the peaceful beach horizon.

“Huh? Your wife’s decision?” I repeat, the confusion forcing my attention back to him. What does he mean by his wife’s decision? Trying my hardest to decipher his answer, I begin reading between the lines, hoping to connect the dots between the undertones. Maybe, there’s some kind of metaphor tied into this?

“Yeah, I mean it’s not my body. I’m happy with anything as long as she is healthy and happy,”

“Jungkook, what are you on?” I snap back, unable to hold back the laughter any longer.

“What do you mean? You’re the one that wants a lot of kids,” he scoffs, poking the side of his cheek with his tongue.

“PARDON?? When did I say that?” I yelp, arms now folded in disbelief.

“I asked you if you wanted kids and you said yeah, a lot”

“YAH, no I didn't. I thought you said, do you have a lot of fears!” I scoff back before slapping his forearm as his head jerks back from the laughter.

“Thank God, I really thought you were planning on raising a little army,” he smirks before pulling me into his embrace, hands tightening on my waist. As his gaze lowers to my lips, I can feel my cheeks getting red before my hands glide up to his neck.

“I think I want 3, two boys and one girl,” I say softly, looking up at his darkened orbs.

“A little princess,” he whispers, before placing a soft kiss on my forehead as I rest my head on his chest. Enjoying each other's warmth we stay like this for a bit longer, looking out at the beautiful sunset. It's times like these that I can't help but give in to my desires, wanting to mute that fear in the back of my head. Jungkook feels safe, I don't know how to explain it, but it's as if our souls mould into one. When I'm with him, everything just makes sense.

As Tae lights up the last candle on the cake, everyone scatters to find a hiding spot per Jimin's command. Jungkook’s footsteps becoming more and more evident, there is a rising sense of suspense. No one dares to breathe until the doorknob is finally turned and the door swings open.

“Surprise!!!”

“FUCK! What the heck!” he shouts, stumbling back as his eyes widen in shock. Feeling everyone's attention on him, his ears begin to redden as Tae and I make our way towards him with the birthday cake.

“Happy birthday Kookie, now please stop growing,” Tae teases with a boxy smile, putting the Birthday Boy hat on Jungkook who was still in disbelief. Patting his chest, Tae pulls him into a warm hug, as Jungkook’s attention diverts to me. Although no words were exchanged, one look at his furrowed eyebrows was enough for me to understand that he genuinely did not expect any of this. Mission accomplished! To be honest, I felt so bad for making it seem like his birthday was forgotten all these days leading up to the big surprise, that I’m simply relieved it's all over. Unable to hold back a smile, I wait by Jungkook’s side trying to keep the candles from going out, until his attention was back on me.

“Make a wish, Birthday Boy,” I say softly, looking up at his sparkling eyes. Pulling me closer, Jungkook leans down, scrunching his nose before blowing out the candles as the crowd goes wild. Laughter fills the room once everyone joins in the living room decorated in everything Jungkook-related. From a life-size statue of Iron Man to an entire wall filled with special Polaroids of him and his friends, the Birthday Boy can't help but smile at the wholesome feeling. Holding back his tears as Jimin ushers him towards the couch, Jungkook gasps at the table full of gifts.

“You guys, this is really too much. You didn’t have to …” he says before his speech was cut short by Jimin, who was already eyeing the bag placed on Jungkook's lap. Both he and Tae, who plopped himself front and center, seemed more curious about this whole unwrapping than Jungkook himself. Nonetheless, reaching his hand into the sparkly green bag, he pulls out a small box.

“What is it?” Tae asks, moving closer to get a better look. Shaking his head Jungkook opens it, as both of them gasp at the silver Rolex watch staring back at them.

“YAH, Jimin that’s not fair,” Tae whines, leaning his head back on the couch as Jungkook’s mouth drops.

“Don’t say anything, you’re worth it,” Jimin winks, patting Jungkook’s head before leaning in for a hug. Despite Jungkook being the youngest in his friend group, it’s rare to see him act like one, so the sight is refreshing and heartwarming, to say the least.

Making sure everyone was in the frame, I press the timer on the camera before running back to my spot which naturally was beside Jungkook. Looking up at him, his gaze was soft as I wrap my arm around his shoulders, feeling his hand on my waist as Jimin commands everyone to say ‘cheese’ before the flash went off.

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“You know, today might have been my favorite day of the whole year,” Jungkook says softly before melting into the duvet. After saying goodbye to everyone, we cleaned up the place before helping Jimin pack for his camping trip with his teammates. He planned to depart right after the party in hopes of making it there early in the morning, and although I tried to change his mind he was determined.

“Ok, I’m leaving now,” Jimin says, knocking on Jungkook’s bedroom door. Nodding, we walk him towards the entrance, as I pass him a bag of some leftovers.

“Please be careful, it’s dark,” I say, as Jungkook leans on the door frame, eyes focused on my worried face.

“I’ll be fine, it’s only 6 hours. I’ll be back by Tuesday. Jungkook please don’t break anything,” Jimin exclaims, giving him a teasing smile as Jungkook rolls his eyes, nibbling on his lip ring.

“Ha … ha.. call me when you get there,” he says, waving goodbye as he locks the door before turning towards me.

“It’s late, do you want to stay over or do you want me to drop you off?”

“One more surprise,” I wink, pulling him towards the bedroom. As I place a red bag on his lap, Jungkook can’t help but bite down his lip, trying to suppress the evident excitement.

“Miraya, you’ve already done so much,” he says softly, looking up at my focused expression before pulling out a film camera with an envelope attached to it. Fidgeting with the seal, Jungkook’s curiosity is on full blast as he moves the three polaroids closer to get a better look under the dim lights.

“Oh my god …” he whispers, choking on his spit from the disbelief. Recognizing the red lingerie, he glances up for clarification until a gasp escapes his mouth at the sight before him.

“Happy Birthday, Pretty boy,” I whisper, before moving closer to his dumbfounded self. Although still in shock, his body responds immediately, caressing the soft skin on my thighs before pulling me on his lap.

“Mira …” he whispers, our lips inches away. Looking at his darkened orbs, I caress the side of his cheek before leaving a soft kiss.

“You’ve been so patient, baby,” I say, straddling his thighs as he hisses at the sensitivity. Melting in my embrace, he is unable to hold back any longer, flipping us over, as his chains now dangle over my face.

“Peaches, please let me have you,” he whispers into my ear, voice now breathless. Sucking on my neck, he leaves soft marks of desperate need and desire before looking back at my eyes.

“Jungkook, I want you,”

“Mira, I need you,”

As our bodies become one, Jungkook leaves a trail of soft kisses down my neck before reaching the soft material.

“Wait here,” he says, almost sprinting towards the kitchen before coming back with a can of whipped cream that I used for his birthday cake.

“Thank you for the meal,” he bows his head, before shaking the can. Unclasping my bra, he tosses it on the floor, taking a moment to fully appreciate the sight in front of him.

“Stop staring,” I snap, hiding my face under the duvet, feeling the flush in my cheeks.

“Hard not to when you look this good, Peaches”

Inches away from my breasts, Jungkook draws small circles with the cream, as I hiss at the cold sensation. Arching my back, he sucks on the sweet taste of my nipples, as his hands caress the soft skin, before leaving a long trace of cream on my stomach. Each taste is followed by a sinful kiss, as purple hues paint my body.

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ishouldgetatumbler · 7 months

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"I'm going to be somewhat less strict than many of your teachers here. I am purely invested in your education, which means trying to meet you halfway. So if you have to go to the bathroom, get a drink, stretch your legs, whatever, just get up and go. Just come back okay? Passing this class will be very easy as long as you are in class for most of it."

And that was all the eye contact Danny could stand before his hand started to doodle and his eyes made a break for the page. He wrote the date on instinct; then stared at it. He erased the day, then paused. He erased the month, then wrote the correct date.

"Now for grading, exams are not as big of a deal on my class. Exams are about five percent of your grade. In addition homework isn't really... feasible? So don't worry about that. What will make a big chunk of grade is classwork, which is mostly answering when called on, raising your hand, asking questions, and showing up. Really just showing up and showing me all your lovely beautiful faces should be enough in my book, but for the stiffs upstairs you know-"

The teacher stopped, like they were expecting the class to laugh. It was silent. Danny was just drawing lines. Long, zagging, looping trailing lines. The teacher recovered swiftly.

"Chatty bunch. Well I guess that's fair, its first day jitters and all, and I am making it sound like this class is breeze, so what's the catch right? Most of your grade is tied up in what we're supposed to call 'labs' but I prefer to call it 'live practice.' I don't want you to get too worried about results, it's alot more about 'mucking in' as they say. Just show me you're making an effort and improving because, hey, we're all learning right?"

Squiggling lines has lost its therapeutic effect. Danny moved on to drawing his instructor farting while being struck by lightning, exclaiming "YOWCH!" His personal explanation was that they stank so much god saw fit to punish them.

"I know this class gets a bad reputation, and heck the entire business, especially in America, for those of you from there, but all I'm looking for is participation. And hey, guys, eyes here? I'm gonna get up on my soapbox here."

Danny looked up from his half completed drawing of himself as a demon-cat hybrid. He made eye contact with the glaring intensity of the instructor.

"Torture is important okay? You may not use it in your day to day life, but it teaches you important ways of thinking, and 'enhanced interrogation' as we're supposed to call it DOES work, but it's not a science and its not shopping for yoga pants. You can't repeat the same test on a different subject and get the same results, and its not one size fits all."

That was all Danny could take before his lunch made a run for it and he curled over his desk and covered his mouth with a clammy hand. His swirling, sloshing lines made his nausea only worse. Somehow he'd forgotten Vlad picked the school. The teacher on his paper exclaimed "YOWCH!"

"Teacher?"

"Yes, Mr...?"

"Wayne-Al Ghul"

Shoes tak-tak'ed on the floor as the instructor stepped back to the desk at the front of the room, and scrawled a check on the attendance.

"Yes Damian?" They asked finally.

"May I be excused on the basis of experience? I feel this introductory course has nothing to teach me." Damian said promptly and matter-of-factually.

The teacher sharply exhaled in amusement, then said "Well, like I said before, I believe we're all learning. Every year I teach this class I learn something new. Heck I have learned more teaching than I ever did in the business. Really, it's about approach. Everyone can learn something from someone else's approach, and even if it isn't mine or one of the ones I teach you, I am certain you can learn something from your classmates."

Danny was finally starting to figure out why he was so damn nauseous. The words were disgusting of course, but hearing yourself talked about like veal to be dissected and portioned guilt up an immunity to that. No, this was something more.

Ghosts are more like an ecosystem than a living thing. When you die, all your thoughts get split up up into a million different mini ghosts. When someone has all of their thoughts and emotions tied into one thing, they stay somewhat as they were after death, but most people break up. Those break ups leave some small amount of stragglers, who can't or haven't yet made it to the ghost zone.

The room was covered in little ghosts. Caked in them, floor to ceiling like the whole room is painted in a thin, semi-transparent sheen of death. He hadn't even noticed. He just assumed the paint was discolored.

"Ah, yes, you have a question Mr...?"

"Fowl."

"Ah, Artemis, I see you on my attendance sheet. Isn't that-"

"A girls name, yes. Why are we being taught to torture?" The small pale boy asked.

Internally, the nausea abated slightly: finally someone was asking sane questions. His rendition of himself as a demon cat smiled at him from the page.

"It's like having a lesson on how to smash a computer screen. Or a demonstration on how to burn fine art. Why use such wasteful destruction when a fine eye for detail will suss the computer's password, or the painting's secret?"

The teacher sighed before replying "because sometimes art is dangerous, and sometime you need to smash a computer. Assuming you already have all the tools to solve every problem in your future will do you no good."

Artemis snorted but did not offer a reply.

"Right. Do we have any questions that are not 'why do I have to take this stupid class?'"

The room was silent and coated in thin, viscous death.

"Great, I'm going to be passing out your packets, these will contain some practice quizzes and any of the reading for this semester. You'll get another packet in the winter and spring."

The teacher laid a thick stack of stapled papers on Danny's desk, then paused. Danny looked up in terror into their slightly excited face, as the hand on his desk pushed the packet out of the way and pulled out Danny's paper.

They nodded appropriately at the contents of the paper, then held it up for the class.

"See this?" they said, pointing to the drawing of themself being hit by lightning and flatulence, "even something like this indicates to me that you are invested, that you're paying attention and that you're thinking about what I'm saying."

"Is that a demon cat?" someone blurted out.

And that was all it took, the bottom fell out of Danny's stomach and he hurled.

#danny phantom #artemis fowl #damien wayne #dead serious #Dead Serious Dove #thats my ship name for them idk

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panelshowsource · 7 months

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If you had to pick a top three favorite episodes of any panel shows EVER, which would you choose? One of mine would have to be Terry Wogan guest hosting old NMTB, which I am dying to watch again in my lifetime. Your old-NMTB-posting reminded me just how amazing and formative those old episodes were for me. Anyway, it got me thinking… I would love to hear yours!

as long as i'm allowed to answer this totally subjectively...! because the objectively most iconic panel show episodes are probably quite different to the ones i gravitate to especially for rewatching — and especially in this difficult recent climate 🫥

this choice is almost bizarre knowing me, a huge huge huge sean lock fan, but this episode of cats does countdown — without sean! and not even golden era, probably, whatever that is in my mind — is so ridiculous and chaotic and stupid that i've watched it about 1000 times. there's something very specific about the dynamic between jimmy, jon, roisin, and joe without sean; those four have been in quite a few episodes without sean and they're like actual children without an adult in the room: jon is goofier and completely lets go of the game, jimmy throws even more to roisin (we do not talk enough about what a fucking kick jimmy gets out of her), roisin and joe's insane sibling dynamic becomes next level. anyways—this episode, which includes rly funny mascots, glory hole, the fucking hoop game and joe eating an onion and jon eating peppers???, THE UNICORN, its sheer childishness just cracks me up every time :') (if we're gonna mention the golden age, 2.02 is very iconic — from rhod killin it and always arguing with jimmy to claude to nick x susie hahaha but i have sooooo many catsdown episodes i love love love)

i really love the episode of 8 out of 10 cats following jimmy's tax scandal. it's not one of my favourite panel shows in general, but the circumstances of the news and the discussion epitomised what the show was meant to be: panel show meets reality tv meets a comedy central roast. watching that live, as the news was running it so heavily that even the prime minister mentioned it, as the press and twitter were reacting to it... wild times. it holds up incredibly well — it's hilarious watching them rip him to shreds, because he deserves every word and they're having a ball doing it to him, and i really appreciate jon grounding the conversation in just how tax avoidance hurts their country and some of its hardest workers — a really interesting, engaging mix of comedy and anger and wit and disappointment and political commentary that is not only funny but strikingly relevant no matter how much time passes. like so, so many people who were so, so disappointed in jimmy, this was the foundation of his carrying the responsibility, shame, reflection, and growth that people wanted to see — and that he truly needed to. since then he's talked a lot about not only righting the wrong (in paying back what he owed in avoidance) but just how the system is so broken — and taking the least complicated, most honest road forward since.

now i want to pick 1000 different things this is why i don't make lists or rank things!!!!! while my instinct is to pick a big fat quiz, i'm actually gonna go top-level nostalgia and say this episode of buzzcocks when stephen fry was a guest. what can i say — simon, stephen, it was two intellectual, mildly bitchy homosexuals on a stacked panel including josie long, dominic cooper, and yet another skinny white rock man for simon to pretend he's not trying to flirt with. stephen saying "there is a history, in pop music, of recto-veginal insertion" and denouncing god, like, in the first 5 minutes? stephen doing the intros round?? did i mention history boys-era dominic cooper??? such a throwback!!! (not to cheat but this ep with josh groban & martin freeman is my runner up)

i want to apologise to big fat quiz, taskmaster, wilty... THE WHOLE HISTORY OF PANEL SHOWS... I WISH I COULD CHOOSE YOU ALL

#roamingbadger #a

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teaboot · 10 months

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @lost-and-cused 💛

Are you named after anyone? Yes, a musician my mother met in Russia!

When was the last time you cried? Huh. I think like, two months back? Trigun '98 episode 23. If you know you know. (I am wrapping u up in a blanket.)

Do you have kids? Nope! I think I might like to be a foster parent someday, though, once I have the money and the time do it properly.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I- huh. I was gonna say yes, but honestly, not much in the last few years? I used to be so snarky and biting, like, all the time. It must have been really exhausting for the people around me. Now I think mostly it's just when I'm venting. Wild!

What sports do you play/have played? I dunno if it's a sport if I don't compete but I enjoy martial arts! I do BJJ sometimes but I'm not very good at it, it's just for fun. Oh, and I was on a basketball team for a couple years, but I'm 5'3" and still don't know the rules so I think I was mostly just just for the body count, lol

What's the first thing you notice about other people? Demeanor. Are you calm or tense? Loose or tightly-wound? Are you likely to explode if you encounter a perceived obstacle? Are you agreeable and easygoing? Or are you pent-up and raw and itching for a fight?

God, I don't think people realize how visibly LOUD they are when they're unhappy.

Some people are like music, moving along to their own little beat or tune, and then a heavy, harsh note walks in and you just KNOW they'll fuck up the rhythm if you brush too close. It's wild. Are they aware of it? Do they care? Who knows.

What's your eye colour? Brown! Sorta like.... hmmmm. #622a0f in the middle, with a darker ring around the outside. (Never did relate to the 'brown eyes are boring' gang, always liked mine too much. Then again, I was the only one in my family with brown eyes, so maybe it was that.)

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies WITH happy endings? But no, actually, I hate watching horror movies. I LIKE them, I think a lot of them are very good and it's an underrated genre, I just. Don't enjoy being scared. Or sad.

Any special talents? I'm an artist- I enjoy watercolor, acrylic, and India ink as painting mediums, I'm rather good at realistic stippling, I'm decent at identifying animal bones, I enjoy sculpting and sewing and needle-felting, I'm finally at a point where I like to read my own writing, I enjoy interior design and have been told I'm good at it, I'm a pretty good cook, and I've been told I'm a decent singer! I can also fold incredibly tiny origami cranes, and pick up on new languages well enough for simple use.

And I be far more proud of any number of these things if I did them a little more often.

As it is, I sleep a lot.

Where were you born? British Columbia, Canada!

What are your hobbies? Lord, too many. I'm actually sewing a new battle jacket right now, and animating a short video. Also writing fan fiction. And reading! And I like to collect antique books and handmade ceramics and theater masks. And go antiquing. And I'm still learning to knit? Hhhhhhhhrrrrnnggfn I wish I could have a year off to just. Do things. I wanna take a pottery class! And do metalwork again!! I used to love making chain jewelry. Oh, I do beadwork sometimes! And paint! And I'm sloooooowly designing a guest room. Bfyvxuhfhgtjggjhgyu

Do you have any pets? Yes! Big baby bird cat. He lives out of the country now, though.

How tall are you? 160cm!

Favourite subject at school? Art. And Metalwork. And Psychology. And Literary Analysis. (And lunch break.)

Dream job? Okay so imagine this: There's a VERY rich eccentric hell-bent on accumulating strange art, and by some miracle they are both mentally stable and not a gigantic dickhead. They travel a lot and don't really enjoy socializing so I don't have to kiss their ass.

Twice a month I receive an automatic deposit into my bank account and in return, all they want is a reasonably steady continued production of literally whatever art. Portraits, statues, robotics, ceramics, conceptual shit, costumes, carvings, literally whatever.

And they'll cover educational expenses for it all so I can go back to college and learn screen printing and 3D animation and use the kiln and shit forever and ever, and take up apprenticeships at tattoo parlors and volunteer as a face painter and pick up photography, and just create as much beauty and love and confusion and joy as I possibly can forever and ever and ever until I die.

And I'll have enough money to own my own apartment that I'll paint in all my favourite colors, with murals and everything, and have a cat who I will of course spoil rotten, and maybe adopt a few weird and goofy kids who'll have sleepovers with their friends in the living room and play new bad music that I pretend to hate, and when they fuck up and do stupid shit like kids do, maybe I'll handle it better than my adults did.

And maybe if they like making stuff too, I can make stuff with them. And maybe I'll get to see them do it better than me. And maybe I'll get to see them do everything better than me. And maybe they'll be happier, too.

So, uh. I guess I'd like to be an artist. A sugar baby-artist? Sugar baby artist combo. I'd like to have a patron is what I mean. A sponsor. Yeah

Fifteen Mutuals*: @Melancholysage @Genderfuckedpigeon @Raspbrrytea @Qthewhatever @Sternenhimmel-mond @Mythosandsuch @Anunholymessofagirl @Ifitistobeitisuptous @Here-you-can-read-my-feelings @Meat-puddle @Catgirlwarrior @Rodeokid @Not-fae-no-sir @Inbox847 @Pip-53

*I have no idea if we're all mutuals but take this anyways

#Ask meme #Ask games #About Tea

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messinwitheddie · 7 months

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Nny "This is a NICE house... I'm going to haunt the SHIT out of this house."

Dib "Oh, goddamnit; it's just you."

Nny "Hey, Nny! Nice to see you! We missed you, man! What have YOU been up to? How's Hell treating you? Guess no one here is going to bother to ask."

Dib "That came out wrong. It's good to see you. It's just-- I... I spent SO much energy and resources on this ghost hunting project and it fell apart the second I set up my equipment."

Nny "It's fine. Everyone is on edge, I've noticed."

Dib "My dad was right YET again. Buying this house was a bad investment. At least Todd and Pep seem happy here."

Nny "Except the marital drama. Is that an ongoing thing with them lately or-?"

Dib "They've been at it for over a week. There's no drowning it out, just to warn you."

Nny "Am I to understand, you scrapped the whole project and sold this house to Squee?"

Dib "Yeah, if you're the only ghost that's going to show up, may as well scrap the whole fucking project. Make yourself at home. By the end of the month, we'll be gone and Pep and Todd will be out of town."

Nny "I mean, I'm on board with Squee buying this place off you, for selfish reasons obviously, but that's a huge loss on your end, isn't it? Wouldn't you rather stick it out at least another year?"

Dib "Not really worried about the money. I can blink twice at the lab and make up the hit to my savings."

Nny "Rich kid problems."

Dib "This was supposed to be a father and son project. This was a dream of mine, but if Reg doesn't want to live here and ghost hunt with me then what's the point? I just don't get it. A year and a half ago, that kid would have been so excited about working on something like this. What the Hell is happening?"

Nny "Reg is...?"

Dib "My son."

Nny "YOU have a kid?"

Dib "You met him at Todd's wedding."

Nny "The fuck?"

Dib "You do remember we're all in our 30's now, right?"

Nny "Sorry, my short term and long term memory is still screwed. That and in my head you guys are perpetually children-- Wait, if Squee's in his 30's that would make me almost..." *gags* "Oh g-*gag*; let's move on."

Dib "You have missed a lot. It's been a while since the last big Summerween get-together. Things get screwed up more and more each year. Maybe this was just my last ditch effort to keep us all together. I don't know. Who cares? I'm calling it. The investigation is off."

Nny "I'm still learning how to fit into this whole family dynamics thing, so I can't give any helpful advice on the subject. That's... that's rough though. Um... The bugg-oid alien in the guest bedroom; is he staying?"

Dib "No, Zim's moving back to the city with me."

Nny "Thank God. I'm taking his room when you leave."

Dib "So thrilled. Hey, I have a question and... feel free to answer with brutal honesty."

Nny "Ok, but I'm holding you to that."

Dib "Do you consider me a bully?"

Nny *shrugs* "Never personly met a bully who cared if they were perceived as a bully and you look out for Squee, which is all I care about, so I'm going to say... no?"

Dib "Thanks. Appreciate that."

Nny "Since we're on the subject, do you think I'm depraved enough to stab a baby?"

Dib "Um-- I mean, I know you've stabbed a hand full of pregnant women and dozens of teens so-"

Nny "Seriously?! You wouldn't trust me to keep an eye on your kid without killing him either?"

Dib "I wouldn't trust you to keep an eye on a pet rock without killing it, man."

Nny "Fuck you and your stab shaming! You know what? You ARE a bully! And only TWO of the women I ever stabbed to death were pregnant to my knowledge, and the third one I punched the stomach JUST TO CLARIFY. "

Dude. "...Dude."

Nny "I know..."

Dib "That didn't help your case at all."

Nny "I know..."

[A continuation of these two dialogues]

#invader zim #jthm #18-years-later #au #dib #squee #nny

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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What is the relationship between magni and modi’s children and their family?

Man you really took me up on my offer huh? Awesome! Let's get to it!

Headcanon/Preference # 14

Picture NOT mine.

*I took a unique approach to this one for the hell of it, you'll see what I mean in just a moment.

• Haha dear reader we are now cousins! Remind me, which one is your father again? And which one is mine? Hell even they can't tell us apart at times!

• We are often mistaken by strangers as being siblings rather than cousins, because of how close we are.

• Thick as thieves! Damn dear attached at the hip! At least now we are.

• We resented eachother when we were little, often getting into fights that escalated very quickly.

• And according to Sif our fathers fought all the time as well when they were still little.

• But we've both grown since then, and no one or anything can come between us now!

• Oh yeah let me circle back real quick on one little subject.

• It's not that they are bad fathers, and that's why they can't seem to remember who's kid is who's. It's because since we were 10 we've been literally inseparable.

• And they're also super close, so we all just kinda live like one big family, and we have for so freaking long.

• Over time they just started claiming us both as their kid, and we just started calling them both our father.

• And after a few hundred winters, we kinda just forgot who was actually who's.

• Well everyone except for you it seems, you always claimed that you remember.

• But me being the playful jerk-face that I am, I always make you second guess yourself on that one.

• (Are we sure Loki isn't my father!?)

• But I am honestly very curious after all this time.

• So I promise on grandpa Thor's beard that I won't tease you, and make you second guess yourself.

• So please remind us all, who is your blood father, and who is mine?

• Regardless we are close, and we are close with our fathers. And surprisingly we are close with our grandfather Thor, and his brother Baldur.

• Baldur never really got along with our father's all that well, but we just kinda clicked with him.

• Don't get me wrong he gets annoyed when we cause mischief, but he wouldn't start a fight with us like he would with just about everyone else, he'll just ignore us until we start acting right. (and apologies for annoying him!)

• We were close with Sif, but were not as close with her as we used to be. We're just a little to rowdy at times.

• You think she'd be used to that being Thor's wife, and raising our fathers. But I guess not.

• Odin can be tender at times, but the older we get the colder he gets. An unsurprising thing, but a little disappointing nonetheless.

• Now our fathers never got along with Mímir, while we on the other hand really enjoyed his company.

• And we often sneak off to Midgard to visit him, listening very intently to his stories.

• He was a bit rude the first time we went to see him, but when he realized how caring we are compared to so many others, he couldn't help but find friendship in us.

• Training with our fathers is rough! But as time goes on we get better and better. And one day we shall be a truly formidable team.

• We convinced Baldur to train with us once... Bad idea... He really kicked our asses, and he was going easy on us!

• Thor never trained with us, but he enjoys watching us train when he has the time. And if you are alert enough you might be able to catch a glimpse of his proud grin.

• We both had mortal mothers, and we never knew them. Our fathers said they had died giving birth to us, which could definitely be true.

• I mean giving birth to a god isn't easy, especially if you're mortal, their frail little bodies just can't handle it and they often die.

• But knowing them they could have very well just took us from our mother's and abandoned them gods only know where.

• In summary our family is dysfunctional as can be, but we are like siblings, and we shall always be each other's greatest allies.

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Christmas fic Day 1: MallAce

Note: inspired by @zayray030 's Malleus X Ace story idea enjoy!

Spoilers for the main story and Endless Halloween Night.

Warnings: this may contain subjects of PTSD, panic attacks, and separation anxiety.

Ever since the whole Halloween, VDC Ace felt more left behind than ever not only that Yuu and Grim are gone and Deuce has his his unique magic this time. He was behind again.

'Maybe it wasn't Crowley who was useless, it was me all along..' He thought to himself as he undressed himself a bit to see his scars.

Well, he got his scars from the chandelier incident, the mine incident, Riddle's overblot, a bit from the alchemy incident, Leona and Floyd's beating from being possessed, and when he was knocked out coldly by some robot-looking people.

(Holy God imagine your self in Ace's shoes, it was traumatic as hell! I swear if he got seperate from the others again, HE'S GONNA GET SEPARATION ANXIETY!! And he's keep getting tossed around like a sack of potatoes, oh god someone please get him therapy.)

He felt like he wanted to cry but he couldn't he needs to keep his emotions in check, if he didn't he might get another panic attack.

'All I did was worrying the people I care about..' He thought to himself again

But this time he didn't get his emotion in check, he noticed the tear in eyes, at first he tried to shrugged off like it wasn't a big deal, well in his case but the more tears coming out of his eyes, the more realized that he wanted to cry silently so that nobody would see him or hear him.

But unfortunately he couldn't keep his emotions long enough as he ended up bawling his eyes out because he was vulnerable for too long and his trust issues are far too big, and felt like he can't trust anyone at NRC like Deuce, Riddle, Trey, Cater, Floyd, and Jamil.

'If I couldn't trust any of these guys, who am I going to trust?' He thought to himself again as he's crying,

Coincidentally at the same time Malleus is also out on a stroll after visiting the now ruined ramshackle dorm and hears something "Somebody was crying?" He said to himself as he saw the ginger haired boy bawling his eyes out "Trappola?" The Fae prince realized it was the same boy who doesn't fear him back at Halloween.

He felt like he needs to comfort the boy because this boy needs is trying to build friendly relations with people dammit!

Ace doesn't notice that Malleus was there because he's still bawling his eyes out until he was embraced by a dark yet warm hug, but unfortunately it made the ginger haired boy cry harder but the thing is that he's unknowingly clutching onto Malleus.

The fae prince is getting mixed signals now"Trappola?" Malleus called out to Ace, then he noticed Ace's, he was a bit Horrorfied'What in the great seven?!' He thought to himself, before he could use his magic to heal him, the ginger haired boy looked up and saw Malleus.

"M-malleus-senpai?!" He yelled softly as he tried to dress himself again, but the fae prince stopped "Trappola." He said to the ginger haired boy "I need you to tell me what happened." He said sternly, Ace knew that Malleus point out his scars "Oh, uh well..."

❃ONE EXPLANATION LATER❃

"So that's what happened." The fae prince said looking at Ace's scars again, the ginger haired boy nodded "Well you know what happened today, it just that... It just..." Ace said as tears coming out of his eyes again "Just that... I wasn't there to protect them..." The ginger haired boy said as he ends up crying again but this time Malleus hugged him...

The ginger haired boy expected that Malleus will leave him alone but no no nope!

For the next few weeks and months after the Styx incident, whenever the ginger haired boy was crying the fae prince always there comfort him.

And Malleus slowly started developing feelings for the ginger haired boy, he wanted to learn more about his underclassmen but didn't wanted to scare him.

He asked Lilia for some advice about "How to get to know Ace Trappola" and his advice was hanging out with him more, dropping him of at his classes and then it soon develops into buying little gifts, taking hirm out to lunch, helping him with studies, etc.

Meanwhile the other first years are being slightly jealous tat Ace doesn't feel that comfortable with them hell even Sebek was jealous that Ace was more comfortable with with his master or to his words "WAKA-SAMA!!"

But of course Ace was also developing feelings feelings for Malleus ever since that night.

'Why does every time when I near him my heart kept throbbing?' Ace thought to himself that unknown to him Deuce was jealous af, he also wanted Ace to be comfortable with him like that instead of Malleus Draconia, but he had to calm down because if Ace was happy then he was happy.

It was now Desember in the Rose Queendom and everyone was getting ready for Christmas, Ace however was prepare a gift for his crush Malleus.

With the Fae prince, he is also preparing a gift for the ginger haired boy.

--------------------------------------------------

It was Christmas and everyone was celebrating it with their friends, families and loved ones.

Ace was waiting for the fae prince in his house, his dad and brother we're already out so it was just him.

Suddenly Malleus appeared in front of him with a calmly smile, “Hello, Trappola.”

Ace smiled at the fae prince "Hey, Mal." It was his nickname for the black haired boy. "Merry Christmas." He said giving out his present it was small, when Malleus open it, it was a heart shaped bracelet

(Pretend it was black with neon green heart and the "I Love You" is white)

Malleus was amazed by the gift that the ginger haired boy have gave him "Merry Christmas to you to, Ace." The black haired boy said giving Ace a ring

(Pretend that the gem on the ring was red)

"U-umn Ace.." He said, causing the ginger haired boy to looked at him. The ginger haired freshman got kissed on the mouth by Malleus, Malleus seemed happy when he kissed him and soon he broke the kiss. "M-malleus-senpai, why are you staring at me like that?".

The fae prince didn't say anything and started whispering something that made him blushed so hard, then Ace gulped, “You mean I’ll become your boyfriend with you?”

Malleus nodded while smirking“Yes.” The nodded, agreeing to be the fae prince's boyfriend, Malleus kissed him again, Ace blushed and felt like his now boyfriend’s tongue enter his mouth and touched his tongue, Malleus wanted to kiss more deeply also his hand moved from his ginger haired freshman’s cheek to the back of his head to keep kissing, Ace couldn't help but moaned in the kissed. Soon the fae prince broke the kiss.

The ginger haired first year lay on his boyfriend's chest breathing from the heavy kiss. "I love you Mal." He said to Malleus "I love you too Ace."

❃THE END❃

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #malleus x ace #ace trappola #malleus draconia #christmas

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Speak Now (Taylor's Version)!

Hey!

So some of you will know this, others may not, but Taylor Swift recently re-recorded her 2010 album titled Speak Now, and it was released roughly 40 hours ago at the time of posting. When ‘Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’ was announced back in the first week of May this year, I wrote a thing about how I feel about the original album. If you haven’t read that, you may want to to get caught up on how and why I feel things so deeply for this record in particular.

Since way back in February 2021, when Taylor first announced that she was re-recording a bunch of her old albums, starting with Fearless, I have been waiting for this moment. I won’t get into the whole sordid story about why she’s doing it, or how much I wish Scoote* B*aun would get hit by a car, but it’s a whole thing. What I will say is that in the long run, I am honestly happy that this happened because the re-recordings are flawless. Seriously, I’m just wonderstruck (lmao 😉). I haven’t listened to this record as much as I wanted to before writing this - I’ve listened a few times, but mostly I’ve just been thinking about it. I was b i g excited for this to come out, but I can’t lie, there was some anxiety too - this record is so important to me so it had to be flawless; and I think Taylor nailed it. Anyway, I have waited for this for a long time, and now that it’s finally here I have Some Thoughts.

I went back and forth in my head about how to do this, and I decided the best way would be to nail down exactly which songs I was most nervous or excited about, and then do a broader breakdown of the rest of the album, so here we go: starting with…

Mine

‘She is the best thing that’s ever been mine.’

Taylor always opens her records with one of the strongest tracks on said record, and this one is no different. I adore the original, and the re-recording is incredibly faithful to it. The only differences I noticed in this track versus the original were a few unsubtle moments where the growth and refinement of Taylor’s vocal range in the past thirteen years really shine through. It’s the same song, but new again.

Sparks Fly

‘The way you move is like a full-on rain storm, and I’m a house of cards,’

This song has always been one of my all-time favourites from any artist ever, and this new version is just as intense and moving as the original was back when I first heard it somewhere around 2012. This re-recording gives me chills. I am literally trying not to cry right now as I sit here writing this and relistening to it. Every line in this song is flawless. And oh my god, the strings. During the track, I find it difficult with my audio processing problems to tell if it’s a guitar, a violin, another string instrument, or all of the above, but whatever it is it makes this song so much more powerful.

Speak Now

“She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen,”

‘Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’ is the first track here where Taylor’s strengthened and refined voice is apparent in almost every lyric. While it’s maybe not one of the biggest or strongest stand-out tracks on the record, but it has a very special place in my heart from when the original record made its indelible mark on me. Not a lot is different here, besides the sound of Taylor’s voice, and I think that’s okay.

Mean

“You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation.”

Mean is so much fun, it always has been. The up-tempo of it contrasted against the subject matter has always worked really well for me. The opening is so peppy while she talks about how hard critics had been treating her, and how badly she used to take it when it happened. But I love how the song goes from ‘upset’ to ‘f**k you’ by the end. This re-recording feels really good, too, because the line “some day I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,” feels like both a prophecy from 2010, and a vindication in 2023 that she was right all along.

Better Than Revenge

“He was a moth to the flame, she was holding the matches.”

This is the one I was most anxious about going into this new version. For one, I really love the original song, despite its one glaringly large problem, but I was also nervous about whether or not she would change the lyric, and if so, to what? The first time I heard the new lyric, I was reading the prologue in the booklet that came with the CD hard copy of the album, and even though I wasn’t super paying attention I noticed it. I skipped back a few seconds to hear it again, and looked up the lyrics in the booklet so I could sing along and get it into my brain. I really like the new lyric a lot, and I expect I am going to think about it a lot in the future, too.

Haunted

“Something keeps me holding onto nothing.”

Haunted has always been a big favourite of mine to just scream-sing along to when I need to release some sadness energy, even the acoustic version is great. This version is… something else. It’s always been something of a rock song, but I feel like Taylor really leaned into that here, and the result is flawless. I sent Castles Crumbling to my sister (not a swiftie) during my first listen to the record, and she liked it so much that she listened to the rest of the album - during her listen, she sent me back this text:

This new version is incredible, and I’m so happy to have it in my life. And I’m stoked that ‘Haunted (Taylor’s Version)’ may have made a Swiftie out of my sister. 😁

Ours

“The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours,”

I love the way Taylor kept the little southern drawl from the original track here. This is the one track on this record that really makes my heart flutter. There’s very little in this track that feels different from the original, but I think that was a really inspired choice because it was honestly practically flawless the first time around. This song also has a really special place in my heart because the original video was the source of one of my favourite reaction gifs to use on social media or in texts (see below!).

Wrapping up… 🎁

The rest of the re-recorded tracks here are gorgeous, and you really can hear the different inflections and tones in Taylor’s voice as she sings these classics from her early career in the studio again. Altogether, I love this release of Speak Now and I really feel like if someone were to ask me which version they should listen to, my answer would be overwhelmingly this one; it truly is the definitive version of the record. It was honestly tough to nail this list down to just seven favourites out of the 22 tracks, even with excluding the From The Vault tracks which I will get to in a second. I’m so happy to have this space to gush about this record, and I really hope you enjoyed reading about my feelings!

From The Vault 🔓

As I said above, I excluded the From The Vault tracks from my list because I simply don’t have a ton to say about them yet. I have only listened to them a handful of times, so expect a follow-up post in a few weeks, once I’ve had more time to sit with them and form Some Opinions. What I will say right now, though, is that the immediate stand-outs for me were Electric Touch, I Can See You, and Castles Crumbling. I’m excited to listen to them a bunch more times. I also wanted to mention the Surprise Announcement video at the end of the album on Apple Music, too. Many hardcore swifties will probably have seen a version of it before elsewhere, but I had not - I have been avoiding any streams from The Eras Tour in hopes that I’ll someday get to see a complete version on Netflix or something - and y’all, this video almost broke me. I so wish I could have been there in person to feel the energy of the crowd!

The End 🔚

Well that’s it from me for this week, friends. Thanks so much for hanging out and indulging me while I am once again back on my Taylor Swift bullshit. If you want to see more writing from me, as I mentioned above you can go back and read about why Speak Now is so special to me, check out other things I've written on Substack, and as always you can check out my Letterboxd movie reviews. I recently reviewed Single White Female (1992) and Poseidon (2006)! Also! Please remember that if you have comments, questions, suggestions, or just want to say hi, please hit me up in the comments or at any of the socials in the links below.

Stay safe out there y’all and have a great week. You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine! Ka kite anō au i a koe. 💚

Rebecca

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Hi! I just read one ask you posted and I am curious about one thing. I never, ever, even remotely truly understood what people mean by "twin flame" when I read about it in new age stuff.

Also they are still using twin flame related stuff while we all know where it come from etc but "no I don't mean any harm while talking about it, I'm not talking about the evil twin flame" no no there is only one twin flame concept and if you want an other term there is simply "soulmate" even if this term got lost in a lot of false belief.

Could you please elaborate on what you mean by this original twin flame concept or tell me to what it is affiliated so I can research about it? I would really like to understand this whole thing, I don't know where it comes from. Thank you!

Hello, I love your blog aesthetic

You say you have trouble to understand that concept and it's fully normal, first if you try to do research you'll only fall on article from new age blogs etc and the funniest is if you search "twin flame origin" because those mad guys litterary take the origin and definition of soulmate. I haven't done this research since my begining and damn it was hard to find links to put here.

Before I explain what it is and where the wrong stuff is I'd like to remind something. Sadly spirituality is "a place" full of scammer we know this since the dawn of time. People often turn to spirituality in their last resort (not always of course I'm talking about majority) of course scammer got specific target : desperate people and the ones who don't know that much, people who are easy to trap. What are the bait ? Two simple subject ; Money and Love. I feel like back in time money was the main source of scam but now oh boy Love, love is now the biggest bait

What is a soulmate ?

Actually the term ”soulmate” comes from an author but it’s the most knew term based on the greek story of human’s origin, it is said that back in time humans had 4 legs, 4 arms, 2 heads and 2 heart (im not sure for the heart) but one day the gods separated humans into 2 beings. ” αδελφή ψυχ” mean other half it isn’t to define an actual person, it’s like an expression, it is used when you found someone who you love deeply it is like saying ”you are mine and I am yours”. So in the end ”finding your soulmate” = meeting someone you truly bound with, that you deeply love and trust. Soulmate ≠ someone over here is meant for you. Some people say soulmate can be about platonic love but the greek ”other half” is purely about romantic love. So to be clear in order to explain to you the twin flame stuff i’ll use the term ”soulmate” as romantic love like it’s origin

OK so now imagine you’re someone who’s very lonely and you really want to meet love,you’re almost desesperate then someone come to you and tell you ”hey, did you know that there is something stronger than a soulmate ? It’s called a twin flame it’s your other half and you have to go through a whole journey in order to find them !” (im using neutral pronounce but this concept is deep into cis heterosexuality) who is your twin flame ? It’s someone from the opposite sex who is meant to complete you, once you’ll find them you’ll find yourself !

How do you know someone is your twin flame ?

You don’t know it you feel it, you feel deep love toward someone so what to do ? It’s time to tell the- they say no ? Oh don’t worry love it’s normal ! Remember twin flame are stronger than soulmates they are a challenging relationship!! (Congratulation you’re now a chaser)

You’re in a relationship and it’s very difficult and challenging but you love them ? Keep going it’s your other half ! They horrible to you ? They are wounded and you need to heal them remember you are nothing without them ! Are they still toxic ? You might not put enough effort in this relationship. You broke up ? Don’t worry twin flames always need to separate each other in some way it is a big sign that this person is your twin flame have faith ! Oh you're sad it’s normal you just lose your twin flame, your soul miss its other part. They won’t come back but you found someone else ? Don’t worry it’s how twin flame works the first one was a test from the univers now you found the true one !

Here I gave an exagerate scenario that (sadly) probably was the reality of a lot of people. Twin flames originate from Shaleia and Jeff Ayan your classic white couplé who build up a ”spiritual/therapeutic” way for people to find true love, how cute two healer full of good intention (no). You got it twin flame is made for people to keep call upon spiritual scammer people to ask help again and again, to pay 40$ (or more or less) to get a love reading about their twin flame thousand of time. Here I gave the exemple of a chaser but this concept is made to create stalker, for people to be stuck into very toxic relationship there are many story online about people’s ”crazy ex who said I was their twin flame” or how people stayed with a narcissic dude just because ”it was their twin flame”. This concept is made to make you feel miserable and not complete in order to play with your insecurities. No matter how and when you use this term, it is giving those crazy scammer and their victimes stronger.

Here are some link to check, be careful when searching online because there are a majority of ”self care” website who drowned article who talk about the truth. Sadly back in time I saw a post on tumblr explaining everything from a to z but can’t find it so I hope those one will be enough for you

Everywhere I Went, They Went With Me, Because They Were on My Phone”: Inside the Always Online, All-Consuming World of Twin Flames Universe

@windvexer’s take on that

Inside the Toxic World of 'Twin Flames' Spirituality

I’d like to say one last thing, remember cults and cult movement aren’t vilain from movies, you won’t see them come in the horizon with big evil music they won’t have an evil laugh with thunder in the background. They are sneaky shit, scammer, they got strategies, they get under your skin, they search your weak spot and use them to end up calling that coincidence, they will act like your friend, like someone who just want you to be happy, only if you follow their words.

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nogooddeetz · 1 year

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

thank you for the tag @cyb3rpeach <3

1. are you named after anyone?

yes, my middle name is after one of my aunts, my mother’s sister. my first name (or my other middle name for that matter) isn’t after anyone though.

2. when was the last time you cried?

a week ago. strangely enough it wasn’t because of a book or a movie/show which is usually the only reason i cry - i’m really not a big crier. i cry maybe 8 times a year. but last week just so happened to be one of those times.

3. do you have kids?

god no. not only am i just barely keeping myself alive at 25, i also don’t plan on having kids in the future either. it’s not for me. at all.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

nooo… yeah, yeah i do. my middle school teacher referred to me as “sara the sarcastic” at like age 12, so… yeah, i’ve always been annoying.

5. what sports do you play/have played?

currently nothing. honestly i have a little bit complicated relationship with exercise. i do take walks and the rare yoga session. as a kid i did a short stint of gymnastics (like really short) but really my thing was swimming. i did it for many years and competitively for a little bit as well.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

that’s a good question. i think i notice if they have a distinct style first. otherwise though… honestly, i feel like i tend to clock their energy? obviously if i see a stranger on the street probably not, then i’ll look at style etc. but if i meet someone new? i’m an inherently anxious person so i tend to be on guard and read a lot into how whoever i’m talking to is acting.

7. what’s your eye color?

grey. in certain lights it tends to look a little greenish, probably because i do have a yellow ring around my pupil, but in most lights they’re just grey. with a splash of yellow if you’re close enough to see it.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

this is tough, because i love horror movies! and i do like good angst, but i generally want it to end at least hopeful, if not fully happy. but i guess looking at my movie watching habits in general i’d say scary movies.

9. any special talents?

uh… not really? i guess i’m good at picking up music quickly, which people have pointed out to me. like i only need to hear a new song briefly before i can repeat the lyrics and/or melody. but that’s just me being musically inclined i guess. other than that? i don’t think i have any special party tricks or anything.

10. where were you born?

in the second biggest city in finland

11. what are your hobbies?

i guess my only real one is reading

12. do you have any pets?

sadly no :( i desperately want a dog of my own and i do claim our family dog as partly mine even though my family got her after i’d already moved out but. one day i want my own dog and i have a breed and a few names picked out already! i’m just not in a place where i can get a dog yet.

13. how tall are you?

156cm, which is about 5’1

14. favorite subject in school?

english. i’m not a native speaker so for me it was a foreign language subject-wise. it’s also my major in university, so.

15. dream job?

that’s a good question… i’m honestly not sure. i don’t dream of labor. something within my field (english language and culture), and hopefully something that includes an element of writing.

tagging @melxody @moon-beam-pie @pokotho

i don’t have many people to tag but if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged! also feel free to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in these things in the future!

#i can’t tag 15 people because i have no friends but do have social anxiety #dear tagged: no pressure! ignore this if you want!#tag #tag game

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awigglycultist · 2 years

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Finally doing my Perky's Buds/Abstinence rewatch!

still wondering why they got rid of Homeless Man's little appearance in the theme song

Perky's Buds

My girl!! Emma!!!

"you God damn son of a bitch varmints!" love how her accent changed when she says this

Ziggs!!!!!!

"nighthawks. They are wily birds" nighthawks being called wily once again.

Oh no! They were late to church!!

"don't boggart that shit"

The Metzgers!! There's something so fun about seeing these guys play these rugged, scary, gross, redneck Republicans

"peace and love man! Peace and love :)"

The pottay hottay!

"my kin stays with their daaaaaaaaddyy"

"I thought you were Republicans, but like hell yes, mad respect, save the trees!" God I forgot how great Ziggs is, I love them

After all this time I'm pretty sure I still haven't seen anyone draw Ziggs' Perky's Buds logo, plz someone needs to draw it and I don't feel confident enough to do it myself

Tig ol bitties!

"what? You think they're gonna come kill us?"

"things grow here. They grow fast, and big, and... different" *cough cough foreshadowing for next ep!*

So much lore in this ep

"wait... Wait I'm remembering... We got high!?"

Ezekiel!!!! My boy! My bird?

"this will please us. :) and so it is good. We must have more weed"

"we shit on your institutions. We rage against the capitalist patriarchy." fuck yeah! Great birds

"you will shit. Right now."

"humans. Who can aim." jdjdjd

This is grosser than I remember

"We're going to get stoned and watch Netflix. Preferably something about... Birds :)"

"these aren't crows Emma they're nighthawks?"

"ugh! Well this is just porn now!"

"and let this man smoke our weed!? Issac never speak to me again."

"I shall peck this man to death with my own beak!"

Oh god Grace

Do you think the babysitting appointment she's heading to is Tim?

"and there's one thing you better hurry up a learn about Grace Chasity, I'm always on time!"

Zombie Ziggs!

"basic motor functions. That's all you need. Your memories, personalities, these are faulty parts. Perhaps they can be removed entirely. You shall be the test subject Emma. And I shall be the surgeon. With mine own beak and talon I shall peck away your unnecessary brain matter. And I'll shit it out! In little. White. Globs. Aallll over your precious farm! Then, I'll do the same to all of Hatchetfield! And there will be weed as far as the eye can see. You should be happy. Perky's Buds is going be a great success."

I just really like that monologue. It's dark and scary but also somehow there's still funny lines in it. Also there's definitely something to be said about the parallels with this and the apotheosis.

"fuck that. I'm chasing the dragon bro"

"yes! Yeessss! I AM ASCENDIIINNNGG!!"

"a bird! Surrounded by a flock of floating guns!"

Rip Ezekiel

I know everyone's said but god how did Joey do such an amazing job playing a bird

Do you think the nighthawks Jonathan was hunting in THAM were checker tailed? Cause he would've been in a hell of a lot of trouble if he had managed to kill one

"the Hidgens Hash, just can't be missed" implies that Emma sells a hash called the Hidgens Hash, which would she must've named after Hidgens :)

Perky's Buds has one of the most chaotic music videos I've seen and it's so fucking amazing

Also it being canonically made by the smoke club is so great

Abstinence camp

Omgg Axe Man is sooo good!! Like in every aspect it's just so great and I love it

"oh heck. No heccing way Steph!"

Solomon is such an asshole and typical political figure caring only about himself and his reputation and I love it

Mary and Noah!

TED SPANKOFFSKI OH BOY! OH BOY! HIS LIKE 3 MINUTE APPEARANCE!!

Pete!!!!! My boy!! Him! Beloved nerd!!

Spankoffski bros <3 I've predicted this ever since black friday so I am once again just taking in being right

Love Ted's slow remembrance of the Axe Man and his tramua coming back

Oh boy oh boy separating kids into pink if there a girl and blue if there boy we love to see it! /s

And ofc getting rid of someone's chocolate when they need that bc they have low blood sugar which causes a big danger! Also awesome! /s

"fuckin raisins. Fuck this place."

I love how the consulers yelling at Grace and Steph hugging and Grace saying their just friends and him saying to keep it that way implies that this camp is not homophobic and is totally fine with queer ppl just as long as they stay abstinent

Virginity Rocks is. Way to good.

"that's right! We're a progressive ministry :D! We believe both boys and girls can and should have the power to: just! Say! No!"

I forgot how much I loved Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri. They're just such fun characters

Oh god Jeri's face while the pamphlets are being passed out and she says "seriously guys, this information, could save your life" :(

And then her yelling at Steph about teen pregnancy and raising a kid in the woods :(

"look st what you did! You upset Girl Jeri! I oughta cover you in syrup! Go make a wallet!"

"didn't you know touching a bra will cause a man's hands to erupt in boils? Thats what it said in the abstinence pamphlet" "did it? I wiped my ass with mine." I love them your honour

Ahhh Stacy's melons. I'm suprised, I don't think I've seen anyone mention this yet? But when this ep first came out so many ppl were talking about this bit

I forgot how much I love Pete and Steph they're so great and adorable together

"sometimes God has to make examples out of them. Like Sodom and Gomorrah. That's what he saw when he looked down on Hatchetfield. A den of sin. A city full of adulterers, and fornicators" "hell yeah. Go nighthawks."

Poor Mary

Plz the thing about Smokey the Bear is so funny

"guess I'll go make a wallet!!"

"oh yeah. Oh Grace. That's a modest brazier your wearing"

"lord help me" I love Pete bdhdhdb

"my dad's the mayor. He says it'd shock you, the secrets in this town."

"a crazy lumberjack who hates sexy time? That's a little far fetched dontcha think?" "guess we'll never know... Unless... We put it to the test?" "wHaT"

For science!

Whatever happens in thr bathroom stays in the bathroom

PLZ I FORGOT ABOUT JERRY ACCUSING PETE OF LIKING JERI AND HIM PROJECTING ONTO PETE IT'S SO FUNNY

"I oughta put you in a canoe!! I oughta let a bird walk all over you!!"

"keep it together Boy Jerry. Keep em chaste and it won't happen again" "out it in the woods, it's happening again" AIDIFJDDJDK I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS LINE

"okay, I'm gonna kiss you now" "I'll open my mouth!" djdjdn

Omg James' depiction of his head being chopped off is so good??

I love how Girl Jeri is terrified every time she sees a body and how Boy Jerry is just. Over it. So done. He's dealt with this shit too much.

"Girl Jeri had something in her teeth and I was gonna lick it out!"

He's with him always :')

"how big is witchwood forest anyway?" "my dad says it's as big or small as it needs to be" this another line I don't think I've seen like anyone mention, but it's big thing, especially with the whole "hatchetfield is a tiny town" thing

NEVER TANGLE WITH A SPANKOFFSKI!

"but there's something about witchwood forest. Things grow here. They grow fast, and big, and different."

"there's one thing you better hurry up a know about Grace Chasity! I'm the biggest prude you'll ever meet!"

"it means we prayed to heaven and a stork delivered you to our door!"

Angela characters befriending the strange creatures in the woods we love it :)

I love Steph and Pete just. Not saying anything about what happened and telling the other campers to just shut up and go with it jddnbd

#starkid #hatchetfield #nmt2 #nmt2 spoilers #perky's buds #abstinence camp

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sweetswesf · 1 year

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Check In

What I Did Today

Got some workout pants

Canceled interviews I knew I didn't want to waste my time on; going out on faith that I need to just finish these lessons, get prepped, and the opportunity that is for me will be there when I am ready

FINALLY learned one my gym crush's names! He's soooo cuteeeee!! I be peeping him wit my bad sight...IDK what it is about getting on the other side of 28, but I run into SOOO many people younger than me...and it's sooo obvious, even without talking to them...yes looks, but even more than that...hard to explain lol...I don't know his age, but I figure he's probably younger...anyway, I get excited for him to greet me when I go in...I be looking a hot mess, but he don't reject me as if that's the case...he asked me what my Thanksgiving plans were...convo went like this:

Him: Do you have plans for Thanksgiving?

Me: No...You? :)

Him: I'm going down to my hometown.

Me: Oh! Where are you from?

Him: Bakersfield

Me: BAKERSFIELD!? That's a push!

Him: Yeah. I used to do trucking *makes hand gestures as if he's steering a wheel*

Me: *thinking - 'TAKE ME WITH YOU!?* Oh okay...Well enjoy! What's your name?

Him: Angel *reaches out his hand to shake mine*

Me: *gives heart eyes but also damn there knocks down the scanner (WHY AM I SO AWKWARD?!)* I'm [MY NAME] :)

Together: Nice to meet you (maybe I imagined that part lol my mind kinda went blank...he had a nice grip!!!)

Me: *waves and walks away* SEE YA!

Before today, I told myself, "Life is too short! Tomorrow, ask that guy what his name is!" I didn't that next day, but the day after, HE set himself up so I didn't have to stress too much about how I was going to ask him!! <3 I'm WAYYY to old to be so nervous talking to people!!!!!!!!!!! Le sigh...

Which reminds me...I got invited to an event run by the only two guys I've had sexual intercourse with...they make me incredibly nervous whenever I see them around randomly in this "smaller-than-you-think" town; maybe I told this story here, maybe I didn't...but I thought for a second about going and trying to look my best, and then I thought, "[MY NAME] don't be so damn desperate for validation or to close a chapter or prove that you CAN hold a convo with either of them without letting your memories overcome you and imploding!"

Yesterday went to a trivia bday party...some ex-colleagues were there...it didn't hurt me to share...Sometimes I worry about financial stability, but I have to remind myself that I have a lot of support around me and I know the best is ahead; One thing I nerded out on: before trivia, I wanted to finish up AlgoExpert’s video on memory. Its main focus was on binary numbers. During trivia, one of the questions was, “What is bit short for?,” and although I didn’t know the final answer (binary digit), I did get partial credit because I figured binary had to be a part of the final answer. It was literally the subject of the video I had just pushed myself to watch hours before, not even knowing that would be tested. Reminded me that even if I don’t master stuff, I’ll help myself get 80% of the way there if I try harder and that may be good enough. Reminded me that the effort isn't as big as it seems. Glory be to God! It is only through Him that I’ll get there!

Signed up for a free therapy session

Pushed myself to complete an AlgoExpert video...took me 2 hours with notes & breaks

A few days ago I had a bit of a panic attack...I come down by praying, sitting up, and watching a sermon; I reached out to fam in the midst of it too...I know there's some work I need to do to forgive and get on with my life...I didn't get the response I hoped, but I feel good I did it because it felt like what God wanted me to do; I still have not told them I was laid off...part ego & part protecting them from worrying or feeling they need to fill some financial burden

I got sort of what I wanted on Hinge: a tall Black tech company founder around my age who speaks French...only, he is not attractive to me looks wise...and that's hard...not sure if I should start chatting with him to keep him in the roll-a-dex...I don't get butterflies like I do when I think about gym crush...I'M going to be really wealthy...I don't need anyone else's money, but for marriage, it is a must have because marriages are about so much more than just love & attraction alone...

Doctor's appts & blood work yesterday all came back good, thank God

What I Learned Today

Big O Notation refresher

Feeling

Encouraged; It's easier for me to get started with these videos...I find that it's so much easier to stay consistent when the content is in video format with adjustable speeds...I do the same with listening to tech articles on Medium

I now don't feel so bad about taking 2 weeks off after being let go like I once did...I just wish I would have GUILTLESSLY took that time off...a RESET was necessary, and I already feel better getting more sleep in regularly and getting workouts in...my balance will be better after all this is over, thank God

Reminded that my prayers are getting answered...

A bit concerned about the slight...idk if I can call it confusion or dizziness...I get after workouts...it's not incredible, but it feels like I am a bit slower sometimes, but I don't know if that is me being hyper aware...doc says she doesn't think it's nothing and I've now been rejected 4 times for an MRI or CT scan so...I'll just be praying that I'm okay

Takeaways

It's coming

I NEED TO GET OFF OF TWITTER! IT'S SO TOXICCCCCC!!!

I should stop being such a hypochondriac; worrying does NOT help anything

How I Got Myself Out of a Rut Today

Allowing myself to complete errands and holding myself to finishing at least one video; pushing myself

Goals Completed

Found a therapist

Stopped listening to people worried about their own circumstances and remembering God works on his own time and that I am in no rush...

Got back on the ball

Being kinder to myself and stopping guilting myself if my energy isn't always on 100%

Goals After Today

Strengthen my relationship with God

Understand the main concepts I need to from Interview Cake, AlgoExpert, etc. in 6 months, NOT less than 3

Drop my body fat percentage to Marion Jones, Michaela Cole, or Jade Cargill levels

Consistently fight urge to fill up my time with social media/YouTube

Fully forgive my family & build a great relationship with them

Be more confident & faithful

250 steps/hour & 10k steps/daily consistently

Drink more than 64oz a day consistently

Go on a date with a guy I actually like who actually likes me too

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shinycircus · 2 months

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Here's a short story set in the DSS Universe! Acts as a kind of origin story for one of the reoccurring characters, too, so a good way to kick off this account. If the formatting is messed up somewhere, let me know!

TW: Gore, Graphic Descriptions of Death, Suicide Mention, Childhood Trauma

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Interview Log: TL-36

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The following is a transcript of a recorded interview with a subject involved in a temporal anomalous event. The identities of those involved in the interview shall not be part of the standard record and are for administrative access only.

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Interviewer: Dr. ████████

Subject: Anna Coleman

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Foreword: Subject is being interviewed on the origin of a temporal anomaly attached to their person where, should they expire, they would automatically return to the last instance of 8:00 AM EST they passed through, “respawning” in their own words with their knowledge and memories fully intact.

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[Begin Log]

████████: “Do you think you could talk about when you discovered this… ability of yours?”

[Subject adjusts in her chair, seemingly looking past Dr. ████████ and at the two-way plexiglass behind him. Subject responds after around a minute of idle movement.]

Coleman: “At the time, I was… God, I’d say twelve or so? Yeah, young enough to still make stupid decisions, but old enough to have known better. My old man had been a pretty big name in the small-time circles at the time, but he wasn’t big enough to be batting in the league he was trying to. He kept trying to make deals with big players- like Valentina and Ivan Petrovski- as if he had the manpower and influence they did. Heh… can’t imagine things went well, considering the extra air-flow through his skull after a month or two of that.”

Coleman: “But, where was I? Oh yeah, twelve-year-old me. I was playing outside with my bb-gun, taking pot-shots at blue jays and the like. Annoyed the shit out of the neighbors, because stray bbs kept hitting their house’s lining or paint or whatever, and kept coming over to my mom to complain, who always said she’d talk to me, and who never did, regarding the bb’s or anything else. Guess in that way, I was kinda lucky.”

[Subject once again adjusts in her chair, looking again over Dr. ████████’s shoulder and at the pane of plexiglass. Subject then looks up at the security camera and stares with narrowed eyes for around thirty seconds. Subject then clears throat and continues.]

Coleman: “But my luck had to run out eventually. I was standing near the end of the driveway, taking aim at a bird picking at Old Lady Morris’s garden, when I heard an engine rumble too loud for the small neighborhood we were in. I barely had time to register the swerving white van as it turned off the road and slammed into me, sending me flying through the air like a wet rag doll. A metallic taste filled my mouth like liquid tooth filling, as every sense of mine was immediately overtaken in a split second that seemed to last an eternity... I could feel my ribs and sternum splinter, like old wood on a dry summer day. I hit the ground hard, my torso bending in strange ways due to the now blatant lack of structure. Red spread out on the pavement around me, though I could barely see it as my thoughts swarmed with desperation. I tried to scream for help, but no sound came out. Now that I think about it, maybe my lungs had ruptured from the impact. Not sure though. Don’t know how I would’ve survived long enough to think at all, let alone keep breathing for around a minute.”

Coleman: “Explosive pain was pulsing through my body, but all that filled my mind was one sentence, over and over. ‘I’m going to die,’ I realized. ‘I’m really going to die.’ But I couldn’t. My family was never religious, and in my young, childish head, there was no comfort in the void I was told was coming. I struggled, I wiggled on the pavement- I did everything I could to hold off that darkness at the edge of my vision, but no matter what I did, it continued to advance threateningly. It was about that time when a kind of feeling began welling up in me. It wasn’t… Well, it wasn’t a new feeling per se, but it was something intense. Something primal.”

Coleman: “I kept screaming at myself to get up, get up, get UP. Unconsciousness kept trying to pull me down but I forced my arms to move, pulling myself forward on the rough concrete. My nails splintered and pulled from my fingers as I dragged myself down the street towards my door, but the pain, the fear, the resolve, and the determination all kept me going and, more importantly, conscious. My thoughts, my emotions, and my heartbeat were all ringing in my ears up to the end, as I was pushing myself off the ground to reach for my house’s door handle. My splintered rib cage cried in agony, but I stretched further and further, refusing to lay back down and accept my death. That pain kept building, but my tenacity forced me onward, pushing and pushing until finally, I guess unbending my chest finally allowed some air into my lungs. And the first thing I did with it? I screamed. I screamed my hemorrhaged little heart out. It tore through my blood-soaked throat with enough of a ring in my ears that I’m sure it would have echoed in empty air… but I guess I’ll never know what happened after that because then I-”

Coleman: “Well, I woke up.”

████████: “Hmm. Interesting.”

Coleman: “Weird, I know. I woke up that morning, the spring sunlight filtering through my window, that morning taste of sourness in my mouth. I sat straight up, soaked in sweat and tears running down my face. Wasn’t crying though, strangely enough. I just sat there in open mouthed shock for around an hour. I could’ve sat there as long as I liked; it wasn't like Mom was coming to get me.”

Coleman: “Thought it was a dream.”

████████: “A dream?”

[Subject nods.]

Coleman: “Yep. What, was I supposed to have believed all that actually happened at twelve years old? People don’t die and come back to life. That’s what I believed at the time. So after a while, I pulled myself out of bed.”

Coleman: “My house at that age was… ah, what’s the point. It looked mostly the way I wanted it to. I was pretty much the only one there most of the time. Mom was off who-knows-where a lot, so I cleaned up all the old coffee cups and whiskey bottles, I cooked my own breakfast, and I left tylenol and water on Mom’s nightstand for when she got home. It was a daily routine.”

Coleman: “But I noticed things were happening very similarly to things in my ‘dream’. It was little things. A bird slamming into the window. The toaster spring coming loose. That kind of thing. It was weird. Surreal. I even pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming.”

Coleman: “But it was enough to make me cautious. As I went outside to practice my shooting, I looked towards Old Lady Morris’s garden. Sure enough, that same blue jay that was there in the dream was there. Pecking at her plants without a care in the world. That’s when it really hit me, you know? No denying it now. I had died, and for some reason, I’d come back. I slammed the door shut and stumbled back. My breathing quickened. I was panicking. In and out, in and out. I was twelve, to remind you. I don’t think you’re supposed to think about your own mortality until at least adulthood and after a few stiff drinks. God, it felt like I could feel the hit-and-run all over again. My side ached, my chest hurt with each breath, and I was desperately looking for an escape from a threat that wasn’t there yet. I ran over to the window and opened the blinds. Pulling into the driveway was that same white van, but of course, this time I got a good look at it. It was a beat up old thing, rusty in parts, with the hood all jagged and bent.”

Coleman: “God, I almost look back on it fondly. My first Groundhog Day.”

████████: “A Groundhog Day?”

Coleman: “What? It’s that movie with Bill Murray where he repeats the same day over and over, so I thought the name fit-”

████████: “I’m aware of the movie. I’m just interested in how jovial you seem to be about this.”

[Subject leans back in their chair, crossing their arms.]

Coleman: “Look, you asked for the story. I’ll tell it how I want, got it?”

Coleman: “Anyway, a guy hopped out of the van. Tall fella, paper bag over his head. Knew he was with Ivan after that. I’ve seen that gang’s uniform before. Bruisers used to come by when I was… six? Seven? Something like that. He kicked down the door, shotgun in hand. The door flung around and hit me in the head, the edge of the doorknob slamming into my skull. I yelped in pain, but just half a second later, I’d be feeling a whole lot worse.”

Coleman: “I heard the rough, crunchy bang of exploding gunpowder, like a crackling firework on the Fourth of July, and for a fraction of a second, my ears burned from the sound. But then I felt the first pellet from the man’s shotgun go through my head. A rending pain tore through my skull, only intensified as another went through. And another. And another. And another. I felt more and more painful piercings through my skull and brain as the buckshot rained down until it felt like a hail of hell exposing my brain to the bitter cold of the outside air, each slight draft in that microsecond feeling like raking red-hot blades across the now non-existent back of my head and neck.”

Coleman: “Then I woke up again. Sat straight up in my bed, sunlight through my window, yada yada yada. I jumped out of bed, ran to the kitchen, and waited. Sure enough, a bird smacked into the window. All the proof I needed, that. I ran outside, looked down the street. There was the van, rolling up the road. I started to prepare.”

[Subject sighs and rests an arm over the back of the chair, once again glancing at the security camera.]

Coleman: “And here’s the repetitive part of the story: all the different attempts I made to try and survive. You’d get really damn bored if I went over each attempt individually, so I’ll go broad strokes here. Tried disarming him with a broom handle. Dead. Tried laying a trap in the road. Dead. Tried attacking him with the neighbor’s dog. Dead. Tried to tackle him right as he came in. Dead. Tried to attack him, over and over, every way I could find. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Each time hurt in a new, horrible way. I like to call it the “cost of immortality”. You may be able to come back from death, but that moment you die is gonna really fuckin’ hurt. It’s like time itself slows down at that exact moment, letting you feel each tiny sensation in that microsecond.”

[Subject straightens her posture and idly rubs her arm, staring absently at an insignificant point on the wall.]

Coleman: “Gah… if I really think about it, I can still feel each one. I never forget a death and trust me, that’s a feat considering how many times I’ve died. Rammed, stabbed, shot, beaten, I couldn’t get away. Tried running, got run over. Tried to hide, got pulled out and shot. It felt like there was no end in sight, that it was endless.”

Coleman: ‘Maybe there isn’t an escape,’ I thought. ‘Is this Hell? Did I already die?’”

Coleman: “Yep, grappled with that for a while- Or, however you would define ‘a while’ in a situation like this. But I had to keep trying. I. Would. Survive.”

[Subject leans back once again, making eye contact with Dr. ████████ and maintaining it for the rest of the interview.]

Coleman: “My last attempt started like any other, I jumped out of bed immediately and propped a chair against the door. I learned to do that in attempt twenty-three, and every attempt afterwards, I did it again. It bought me valuable time- two minutes and thirty-eight seconds, to be exact. I sat there for a second, that despair of possibly never escaping still… I don’t know, there in my mind, you know? But when I saw the guy's car pulling up, that’s when it hit me. I thought back to when I got hit. By the van.”

████████: [Interviewer stays silent.]

Coleman: “…Oh come on, that was good.”

████████: “Excuse me for not seeing the humor.”

Coleman: “Ah, screw you then. Point being, I thought back to how powerful it felt when I got hit and it gave me an idea. I snuck out through the back door, I worked my way around the house while the guy tried jimmying the door, struggling with the chair I’d propped up. I looked behind him. He’d left the car running.”

Coleman: ‘Oh fuck,’ I thought. ‘Oh shit, this could be it.’”

Coleman: I snuck over quietly, walking at a snail’s pace. I swear, I felt like breathing was a death sentence. Now that I wasn’t being chased, attacked, or killed, I had an opportunity to truly get a look at this guy. He was putting all his weight on one leg in a way that was both pathetic and intimidating. Maybe it was just because of how often he’d killed me, but I couldn’t help but shiver being so close to him. The man who had been the cause of my hell for the last- well, it felt like forever at the time- was standing right next to me, so close I could almost swear I felt his body heat. But I got over it and proceeded to the van, opening the car door as slowly as possible. As the door clicked and popped open, my heart dropped as I thought it was enough of a sound for the man to turn around. But then, as the smell of alcohol wafted from the vehicle’s interior, I understood why his senses were both dulled and heightened. Why his balance was off so much, and yet he was still so murderously inclined. I thanked whatever horrible, fucked up god that was listening, and hopped in, got down on the floorboard and, bracing myself, punched the gas. Literally.”

Coleman: “The wheels under the car instantly peeled out on the blacktop, the loud screech finally being enough to make the man turn around, but far too late to jump out of the way. The car drove forward at an angle, slamming into him and pushing him back until he hit the garage door. The jagged metal of the hood on the beat-up van drove into him, blood already spreading over the front of it, but the vehicle kept going. It flattened the metal spike the man got stabbed by against the metal of the wall behind him, and pressed against him even harder. Because of the angle we went at, the vehicle slipped sideways as it drove against the metal. It smeared him against the garage, like a badly sealed paint varnish as sputtering gasps and screams echoed around me.”

Coleman: “I jumped out of the van, ripping the key from the ignition so it wouldn’t run me over too. I walked over and saw that, to my surprise, he was still alive. He reached for me, hand outstretched. He was begging. Ha! Can you believe that? He was begging me for help! Could hardly believe it then either.”

████████: “And how did that make you feel?”

Coleman: “Hmm… Indifferent, I guess? The reality of it didn’t sink in until a few hours later. When it did, though? Oh man, it was a rush! I had won. I was ALIVE. I felt unkillable- and to be fair, I was. Er, still am- whatever, you get the picture.”

████████: “Hmm, that would indicate far more loops than what our instruments have-”

Coleman: “How about you let me tell the story, alright? No more interruptions. Where was I- …right.”

Coleman: “I looked him in the eye, and I saw something. Those eyes that I’d seen so often, those eyes I’d seen staring dispassionately as I was strangled, stabbed, and shot, were looking at me now in fear. It was like there was new life injected into him, but I don’t think I appreciated it then like I do now. I looked back down to the ground. His shotgun was there. Loaded and pumped.”

Coleman: “So I helped him. Put him out of his misery, nice and quick. I’ll be honest, I- I didn’t really know what to do at the time, heh. My clothes, sneakers, shirt, pants, and face were all covered in blood and viscera. My hands were still shaking from the recoil. So I guess I just kinda… went back to normal. Walked back inside and sat there. For the first time in eight-thousand-five-hundred-thirty-eight loops, it was 8:12. I went back to the kitchen, made myself breakfast, and put the tylenol and water on my mom’s nightstand. Some loops never change, I guess.”

████████: “I see. Were there any repercussions afterwards?”

[Subject nods.]

Coleman: “Mom came back later, freaked the fuck out for obvious reasons, then asked me how I was still alive. I had already changed clothes, you see. Plus, I didn’t exactly know how to explain what had happened. So I just shrugged and said I didn’t know. That I got lucky.”

Coleman: “Then life continued without a feather ruffled. No therapy or counseling- hell, after the initial check-in, Mom didn’t even bring it up again outside of “We don’t speak to the cops about this.” I’ve had plenty of Groundhog Days since then. You run into them a lot in my kind of business. Which brings us back to you lot.”

████████: “Indeed it does.”

Coleman: “What happens now? I know there’s probably a team of You gonna lock me up like a lab rat with the other freaks? Cause I could just blow my brains out and avoid this whole interview if that’s your plan.”

████████: “Actually, quite the opposite. I have an offer for you, Miss Coleman, and I believe it’s one you’ll quite like.”

Coleman: “An offer? …Okay, I’m listening.”

[End Log]

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Closing Thoughts

Origin of anomaly is still unknown, and at time of filing, is of low priority.

Recruitment initiative was successful. Monitoring of the temporal anomaly has become more efficient by 76% with the subject’s cooperation and induction into the ███████████.

Subject currently owns and runs a bar in downtown Providence and is available for consultancy and fieldwork at the Director’s discretion. Compensation must be made on contact, with an unmarked envelope of ███████.

#creative writing #department of speculative security #time loop #bureaucratic horror

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I was tagged in 15 questions for 15 mutuals by @tadpal

I'm tagging @no-lava @salamancialilypad @justslowdown @colossalcryptid @aggressivebutterflies @thatsthenorthstar, sorry I know that's only 6 people, I just don't have a lot of mutuals on my main.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yeah. I was named after Katharine Hepburn. My middle name comes from my great grandma Gertrude's maiden name, and I'm planning to legally change my first name to my great grandfather's once I get the money and paperwork together.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Ooooh fuck, I cry a lot tbh. Last seriously bad cry was probably 3 weeks ago? It was around the time I left my job, it was super stressful. Since then, I think I cried most recently a little over a week ago. April 29th marked one year since we had to put our older dog down.

3. Do you have kids?

No! Thank god. I love kids, but only in small doses. I have a little sister who's 7 who I love to absolute death, but after a week visiting her, I feel like I need to just lay in a quiet dark room for a week straight.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I exaggerate and use hyperbole more than I use sarcasm. Like I use it occasionally, but when I'm going for comedic effect I tend to use the other tools in my arsenal.

5. What sports have you played?

I'm gonna be real, I have never been a sports girlie. If ballet counts, I did ballet when I was little.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

Hair and clothes. I guess, style in general. I'm decently faceblind, so faces don't tend to register much unless they're pretty distinctive. I'm very much a person that'll notice what you're wearing and stop to give you a compliment if I like it.

7. Eye Color?

Blue, but specifically, blue enough that I made having blue eyes part of my personality when I was younger

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I like scary movies, but only as long as they have a happy ending. I don't like any movies that end where everyone's miserable and everything's shitty and sad.

9. Any special talents?

Uhmmmm, not really? Like, there's not really anything I can think of off the top of my head.

10. Where were you born?

I was born in a decent sized city in the Southeast US. I still live there, and it's not too bad a place to live, but as soon as you leave the city and surrounding suburbs shit gets real rural and real conservative, real quick.

11. What are your hobbies?

Honestly, I fly through hobbies like nobodies business, I have ADHD, so I tend to hyperfocus and then get bored really quickly. The majority of my hobbies tend to be crafty stuff, but hiking and other outdoorsy stuff is another thing I love. Fashion and style and design stuff is a big passion of mine. Right now, I've been locked in on houseplants and stuff related to them. I have maybe 20(?) or so, and I also have terrariums, and a planted aquarium.

12. Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have my sweet little Persie dog(follow us on @pomegranatepup), and I also have aquatic snails right now. I feel like all the plants I have should also count as having pets, but whatever.

13. How tall are you?

5'6"! I always try and lie and say I'm taller than that, but I'm really, really not. I'm mad about it because I feel like I definitely had the potential to be taller than I am.

14. Fave subject in school?

English! I was one of those gay bitches that'd be obsessed with their english teachers. My english teachers would have to give me advanced material because I'd finish and get bored so quickly with the english assignments we were given. I was also constantly reading books in class and getting in trouble for it. I know it's not the question, but my least favorite had to have been math, I failed algebra 1 like 3 times. Kind of embarassing, but I had undiagnosed dyscalcula, so whatever...

15. Dream job?

Right now, I want to someday open and run my own bakery or cafe, maybe a coffee shop. My current plan is to go to culinary school for pastry arts and go from there. I've been working as a baker for the past 4 years or so. Honestly, my real dream job is being a worthless layabout. If someone handed me 10 million dollars today, that would be amazing.

#tagged for me #this was fun!

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