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couch-house · 2 months

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woe, updated fleet reference sheet be upon ye...

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TOP: Left to Right: Cropped panel of Fleetway Super Sonic. This guuuuy.

Merger AU Fleet is like 14-17 (the earrings are for 17). He's sustained on occasional doses of chaos energy from the grey emerald, but otherwise runs low. This keeps him fatigued, gives him some minor joint pain, and makes his quills pale and brittle.

Two drawings of Fleet in the same pose; one is short and round (classic-like) and one is taller and thinner (modern-like) surrounded by various notes. Features are stated here in brackets, followed by their note.

[Eyes] Eyes get slightly redder tint than other whites. [Fingertips] Bare fingers + palms. NOT paw pads. [Classic-like] (Not younger Fleet, I just like drawing him round) [Dark color at back of quills] Quill gradient optional [Earrings] Industrial on left, 2x studs on right [Eyebags] He's tired!! [Necklace] "Healing crystals" amethyst + 2 quartz necklace [Peace sign on shoes] Peace sign tied to top lace, flops around [Stud earrings] A moon with a gem I think. idc, I change my mind. Whatever is simple and purple. [Arms] Split yellow top/peach bottom arms is just my preferred stylization at this age. (Younger = solid peach arms) [Socks and fingerless gloves] Compression gloves and socks [Separate detailed drawing of shoes] The first and only time I drew all the details on his shoes

To the left is a single head, with more vibrant fur colors. Note: If he takes a big sippy of chaos energy, his fur darkens to a healthier color. His usual skin tones are a little paler than Sonic skin tones.

OUTFINTS [sic]

Modern Fleet drawn with three outfits of increasing layers/complexity. Far left is a yellow peace hoodie tie-dyed with orange, green, and blue. Notes: Tie-dye peace hoodie too big for him. If I ever draw it fitting, I'm lying. Quills poke out the back.

Middle is a black Thrasher Magazine tank top with the hoodie tied around his waist. Note: Thrasher logo.

Right is the middle outfit with the addition of green shorts and a bulky orange patch jacket with green trim. The patches are: The Groovy Train logo (with original comic reference), NINtendo (stylized like Nine Inch Nails), a grey emerald, a crystal ball, and a smiley face. [Back quills] idc abt quill consistency here; whatever looks better [Shorts] Shorts optional (sk8 gear) The green and orange match Dog and Bebe

#fleetway super sonic #stc #sonic the comic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #fanart #id in alt text #i just like pointing out all my decisions lalalala #sick and twisted i just didnt make proper refs for his outfits b4 #(bc i would just go hunt for the most recent reliable drawing iv'e done and ref that lol)#also cant decide if the studs should match or should each be from a different pair.... whatever i love to change my mind #um but i think this is everything i could possibly say abt beepo. he sure is little guy #if u go look back in my archive in october 2022 you can get jumpscared by the art change since his old ref

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winryofresembool · 5 years

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503 week day 3: free choice

Aka Love Can Melt the Ice epilogue

A/N: So many times I’ve said “we are almost at the end”, but now we REALLY are there. This is it, guys. No more LCMTI after this. I love this story like it’s my baby. It’s my first long story, and it will always have a very special place in my heart. But now it’s time to let go. (For now. Because with the passion I have for this au, companion pieces or even a sequel might be a possibility in the future. But I can’t say anything official at this point.)

The biggest thank you ever to @criis55, @automail-freak-and-alchemy-freak, @randomlyopeneddictionary, @roboticrainboots, @kilmartin85 and EVERYONE else who has in some way encouraged me to continue this story. Without you guys, I would have given up a long time ago. I will always love and appreciate the nice words (and lovely art ;___;) you guys have given me more than you know, and I feel I can’t thank you enough.

That being said, it’s time for this very self indu!gent epilogue. Please enjoy, and one last time (when it comes to this fic), let me know what you think!

@503week

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23

Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Words: 1500+ (sorry, it’s not long, but I feel it says everything important)

Genre: self indulgent fluff

Warnings: swearing, as usual

“Where are you taking me?” Winry asked curiously as Ed and she kept driving on roads that were unfamiliar to her. They were somewhere close to East City, but she had never visited this area, and had no idea what link Ed could possible have there.

“You will see soon enough! Just a little bit longer,” Ed answered, keeping his eyes strictly on the road to not give Winry any hints about their whereabouts.

“Fine. But if you are taking me to your team’s holiday party or something, I’m gonna say no thank you. The last time was definitely enough,” Winry huffed.

“No, this doesn’t have anything to do with them…” Ed shook his head. “Well, maybe a little, but no hockey playing jerks should be around this time.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” Winry said, focusing on the landscape again. There was nothing but forests around them, and she didn’t understand what they would find in a place like that.

“Uh, no offense,” she said after they had driven a few more minutes, “but if you wanted to take me on a date or something, some nice East City restaurant would have done… This is a bit… far, don’t you think?”

“Who said something about a date?” Ed scowled. “No, I’m showing you a place that’s important to me… I haven’t been there in a long time…”

“Okay…” Winry said, unsurely. The puzzle pieces in her head still didn’t quite go together after that revelation.

She didn’t have to wonder much longer, though, because soon Ed stopped his car at the park of an old, faraway graveyard.

“Wha…” Finally the pieces started clicking to their rightful places. “Is this where…”

“Yeah, Nina was buried here. We, who knew her, thought it was what she would have liked… She really loved nature… so this is the definitely better than some modern big city cemetery…”

“I can’t say I knew her, but that makes sense…” Winry agreed.

Before long Ed found the grave he was looking for, and kneeled before it.

“Sorry that I haven’t visited in a while…” he started. “We have had a lot going on. My team got to the finals in Amestris’ hockey league, and we’ve also had some arrangements to do… You see, Winry and I are getting married soon. I guess you haven’t met her before, so I brought her with me.” He took Winry’s hand and pulled her closer to the grave.

“You think she hears what you’re saying?” Winry asked with confusion.

“Who knows,” Ed shrugged and left the topic at that. He turned his attention back to the tombstone. “Umh, there’s another thing I wanted to tell you, Nina. The foundation we named after you has already gained several million cenz… So it’s been a success! Dad has also helped us to promote it, and I’ve heard that so far the results have been good. The universities of Amestris are doing more research on mental issues like your father’s, finding new ways to help, and we have also done some co-work with the organization Winry gave her Olympic winning money for. We will make sure things will continue smoothly here and more kids will get help!”

“I think she’d be proud of you.” Winry smiled at her fiancé.

“Thank you,” Ed said and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“You know, I am proud of you too…” she continued. “Remember that boy who freaked out over the thought of possibly liking me? You are not the same person anymore.”

“A lot of it is thanks to you guys, though.”

“Give yourself some credit,” Winry nudged him gently. “You made the decision to let us in. No one else did.”

Ed started feeling a bit awkward, like every time he had to talk about his emotions, so he decided to change the topic:

“Uh, hey, wanna get something to eat? I don’t know about you, but at least I’m starting to get hungry.”

“Sure, why not.” Winry crouched down in front of the grave one more time, taking a flower from her hair that she had put there earlier that day and setting it in front of the stone. “Bye, Nina. It was nice to meet you.”

“We’ll be back soon,” Ed promised, giving the grave one final glance before they left the graveyard hand in hand.

…

“Have you heard about Al lately?” Winry asked as they sat down to eat ice cream in the sun. Before Ed had picked her up from the East City station, she had been spending a couple of weeks in Rush Valley seeing her old friends, so the two of them had a lot to catch up on.

“Oh yeah, he called a couple of days ago,” Ed remembered. “He claims the Xingese hockey league is better than ours, but I think he has other reasons why he’s enjoying himself so much there…”

“Are just jealous that he’s doing so well without you around?” Winry teased.

“Why would I be jealous?” Ed frowned. “I have the best team and the best job and the best…”

“Soon to be wife?” Winry asked with a glint in her eye.

“I was gonna say mechanic, but that goes too.”

“I suppose I can accept that answer. So, tell me, what’s that mechanic like?”

“Well, she can be a real pain in my ass when she complains about me not oiling my arm often enough…” Ed said as if the oiling was the worst thing he knew.

“Watch it!” Winry put her soft ice cream close to Ed’s nose, threatening to mess his face with it if he continued that game.

“… BUT I know she does that only because she cares about me, and she’s also ridiculously hot, and makes me happier… and I can’t wait to marry her.” He spooned a little bit of his ice cream from its cone with his finger and wiped it on her nose tip. Then he leaned forward and pecked the ice cream off her nose.

“Are you definitely the Edward Elric I’ve known since I was a kid?” Winry asked half seriously, half flustered by his words. “Where have you learned to become that… smooth?”

“I’ve always been smooth,” Ed claimed.

“You so have not.”

“Fine. I guess watching Al with Mei has it perks,” he finally admitted.

“Well, thank you, Alphonse and Mei, for making my fiancé a sweet talker. Anyway! Did Al say how he and Mei are doing? Are they living together yet?”

“Mei’s dad seems to be a little reluctant to let his daughter go, but Al is optimistic that they will manage to win him over eventually. From what I’ve heard, they seem to be getting along pretty well because he loves hockey too.”

“That’s good. I hope everything will go work out well for them.”

“Me too. Hey, did I tell you that Captain Bastard finally asked Riza out?” Ed asked. For the past week he had gotten about a hundred messages on his phone about the bet he and Roy had made about Roy’s love life. According to Roy’s messages, Ed would be 520 cenz poorer soon.

“He did?! Oh my goodness, that’s so great!” Winry exclaimed. “I’m so happy for Riza, she’s been waiting for it to happen so long.”

“I know, it was about fucking time.”

“Ed. Poor word choice.” Winry gave him an unimpressed look.

“Oh, hush. You never complain when I…”

“Lalalala!!!” Winry covered her ears with her hands, preventing Ed from finishing his sentence. He quieted down, and suddenly his face turned serious.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking… Everyone’s kinda moving forward, and…” he started hesitantly.

“Yeah? I mean, we are too. We are getting married soon, in case you didn’t remember,” Winry noted, continuing to lick her ice cream like she wasn’t curious about what he had to say.

“I remember just fine. I’m trying to say that… I might be ready to take the next step too.” Ed’s face was about as red as back when he had first started to realize he had feelings for Winry.

“What’s the next step?” Winry asked. She enjoyed making him struggle a bit.

“My income is good, and you are finishing your studies soon, and are also doing well financially…”

“What are you trying to say?” Winry was already having a hard time hiding her curiosity and excitement over what he might ask.

“What would you say if we tried?” Ed finally blurted.

“Tried what?”

“To get a baby of our own, of course!” came out of Ed’s mouth louder than he had wished.

“Are you… are you sure?” Winry asked, her eyes almost as big as plate. “I mean, I’d love to, but… are you ready for that? I mean, with what happened…”

“Winry. I am sure. I’ve been thinking about it for a long while. I know that there will be challenging moments, but I also know we are strong enough to get over them. I would love to. Have a baby with you.”

“In that case… YES!” What was left of the ice cream flew on the road when Winry jumped to hug Ed fiercely. “I always wanted to… but I didn’t want to push it…” Winry mumbled against his shirt, and Ed thought he could feel it getting a bit wet.

“Why are you crying?”

“Happy tears, Ed…” she whispered and leaned to kiss him.

#503week #edwin #edxwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fullmetal alchemist #my fics #ice skating au #i will miss you my love

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timeless-season-four · 5 years

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Recap of 3x12/13: HeLa and São Paulo

It’s been a week since the season ended, and we’re having a bit of withdrawal. If you feel like revisiting the finale in entertaining fashion, @only-freakin-sunflowers has one last Season 3 recap for us.

Let’s jump right in, so much happened! Be prepared for some stream of consciousness commentary beause really, whose brain imploded here?

On “The Bad Place” Bunker (Yes, Rufus, this is the bad place.)

So we open up where we left off, staring at Future!Lucy and wondering how we reunited.

Aww, she hasn’t seen Rufus in five years so she just stares at him and then hugs him… I’m not crying

Future Jiyaaaaaaa, she’s alive! In some capacity, at least. Cute haircut, girlfriend.

“GARCIA FLYNN SAVED MY LIFE” I KNEW THIS WAS COMING IN SOME CAPACITY, THAT WE WOULD KNOW WHO SAVED HER IN THE ACCIDENT (BE IT FLYNN OR WYATT)

I have a Headache but it’s all so cool.

“This is the reality where we fought as hard as we could, but our friends all died, and Rittenhouse won.”

“You have things– people -- I no longer do. Hold onto them, Lucy. Hold on and don’t let go.” I miss Amy Preston on this day.

Basically, Future!Them paint the most cautionary of tales.

This Garcy scene is, uh, hurting. (All of them do.)

I have Feelings about Future Jiya and Rufus goddamnit.

This was the part of the episode I paused to read up on Henrietta Lacks, she is so cool!

A Moment On One Of Our Local Rittenbitches, Mrs. Logan:

Also the part of the episode where Jessica Logan made her first mistake, my friends. “Of course I trust you”. Yeah. No. Don’t do that, hon.

Jess, I’m kind of impressed that you’re trying to upend Emma. I’ll be even more impressed if it works.

Oh, oh, Temple’s trying to put her down for it. Yeah I don’t f*cking think so bud! AND SHE’S AGREEING TO IT, JESSICA HONEY YOU DESERVE BETTER (I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY THAT)

And a mood throughout the ages: “Emma what did you just do?!”

JANE LOGAN JANE LOGAN JANE LOGAN:

YOUR DAD MISSES YOU I’M YELLING. “HI DAD” I KNEW IT. (I called it back when we first met Jane that she was Wyjess’s spawn. Tiera Skovbye makes for a perfect mix of them, too.)

Ugh she is SO Wyatt’s kid too. Ma heart.

Jane’s a magician and Emma’s a bitch but what else is new

Back on our “Friend” Emma for a second, and our real friends Lucy and Flynn:

“The last thing anyone needs in any situation is to hear what Wyatt Logan thinks. Sorry.” I’m cackling cause she isn’t wrong but it’s her delivery that kills me.

Oooooo Luuuuucy. I didn’t like it in canon when Emma died, but if she goes down here, by Lucy, I will laugh.

If it’s any consolation, I’m upset over what they did to you too, Lucy.

Text I sent to my best friend, updating her on the situation here: “Flynn and Emma are kicking the shit out of each other”

Sooooo either Flynn just went down like a sack of potatoes or Emma did. Uuuuh.

Well Emma’s fucking alive so -- you funky little fuck.

On Love and Sappy Shit:

IF RUFUS GONNA ASK JIYA WHAT I THINK RUFUS IS GONNA ASK JIYA I WILL CRY

“I LOVE YOU” GARCIA FLYNN, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

So Anyways Onto Part 2, Right?

Mr. Flynn:

Gahh flashback to Flynn’s family no thank youuuu, LALALALA I hate this

“Emma’s going to kill you” “She is welcome to try”

Jiya thinks Flynn………… :(

The Bad Bitch and The Bad Place:

Oh the bitch is going to São Paulo? Lol jk she’s going to the alt bunker *groans*

LOL FUTURE!LUCY IS STILL PISSED

Side note: Emma’s only alive cause she’s too stubborn to die at this point

WTF THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR WHERE DID SHE EVEN GET A GRENADE – WHERE DID SHE EVEN GET A GRENADE? AND FUTURE!LUCY JUST LANDED KAPOOTS IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA LIKE THAT, EXCUSE ME?

Pre-São Paulo:

The fact that Lucy has a headache is…. concerning

“Jiya’s dressed for action ready to go with them” ... yeah I’m picturing a duck in a hardhat, knee pads, and rubber boots holding a butter knife

Nobody’s coming, babe. I’m so sorry.

Interruption, cause I see dead people:

Yeah and you were an idiot, Jess. What else is new.

“Rittenhouse made me a killer” AND SHE SHOT HIM YES BABE. SOUND THE ALARM, MIKE TEMPLE IS FINALLY DEAD.

FLYNN IS DEAD TOO? F*CK.

Back To São Paulo:

No, no Flynn, it isn’t supposed to happen this way!

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

May I take a minute to (re)discuss my weakness for the phrase “home”

Oyeeee we have an intruder in our nice moment.

“Our Nice Moment,” or the cinematic masterpiece that was this next scene:

*coughs* Emma that was gayyyyyyyyyyy

LOL IS SHE SERIOUSLY PULLING AN ARGUMENT FOR MERCY KILLING?

OKAY THAT. THAT WAS POETIC CINEMA. BYE EMMA. (And Flynn didn’t even know who she was he just did it to save his new friend! that’s wild! he has some good judgement!) (ding dong the wicked witch is dead!)

Did they just fkn get themselves stuck GUYS

RIYA! RIYA! RIYA!

Jiya, that… that hurts me. Right here in the heart.

“WILL YOU MARRY ME” I’M SITTING HERE TRYING NOT TO HOWL, God I f*cking love them.

Some Closing Loose Ends:

Ohhhhhhh f me where did they land -- okay it’s not that bad AND they unkilled Flynn. We like that.

Are they gonna take in this little orphaned gay boy PLEASE

Hi, I support Jessica Logan and her current decisions. Hilary you’ve converted me.

THE FINAL SCENES:

Jiya asking Flynn if he’d walk her down the aisle cause she doesn’t have her dad and he doesn’t have his daughter I’M FINE, not crying, why would you ask that?

But, but where’s Flynn going?

I understand. And I understand Lucy too.

Rufus I love you so much you fucking dork GO SEE YOUR MOM AND GIVE HER THAT BIBLE AND INTRODUCE HER TO YOUR FIANCE

If that mysterious new woman is Iris, imma shit myself. But I’m calling it now. It’s Iris. (That casting, again, that is a Flynn in our midst.)

AMY?? AMY??? AMY????

WHAT WAS THAT HELLO? EVERYTHING WAS GOING SO WELL.

So, uh, needless to say, had a super fun time with this and it was a really great way to end the season! A big, big thank you to Hilary and the entire team at @timeless-season-three, you guys pulled off the unimaginable with this season. Your time, effort, dedication, and creativity does not go unnoticed within this fandom and especially not by me. I hope to be reunited here as clockblockers for a season four, so we can go on more adventures, learn more new things, and experience more of our favourite idiots together! ♡

#timeless #timeless s3 #3x12 #3x13 #episode recap

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cecilspeaks · 6 years

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127 - A Matter of Blood, Part 1

Sleep like there’s nobody watching. Welcome to Night Vale.

Mayor Dana Cardinal, now in her fourth year on the job, has gotten comfortable with the responsibilities and powers of the position. She issued a statement in casual conversation with your intrepid host just yesterday, while we happened to be next to each other in line at the Missing Frog Salad Bar. Saying she believes she could bring about some lasting positive change with her position. As such, she will be instituting a number of programs to radically expand the power and oversight of the Mayor, putting her directly in charge of the agents of the Vague yet Menacing Government agency, who spy on her every moment, as well as the Sheriff’s Secret Police, who regulate our every waking breath. She said by taking on full control of all areas, she will be able to make sure everything is run more justly, more humanely, and with less imprisoning dissidents for life in the abandoned mine shaft outside of town.

But, she said, this change will be difficult for a lot of people, and so she asked me not to… tell anyone just yet. Oops. So this has been Cecil’s Fiction Corner, in which I write fan fiction about real people in town. None of that was true. Onto actual news now.

Astronomers and astrologists alike were excited to announce we will soon experience a rare cosmological event. The Blood Matter from space! Once every 500 years, our region experiences blood matter from space, and experts believe this might be the largest such event in recorded Night Vale history. Although specifying that with any certainty is tricky, the experts say. The problem is that most of recorded Night Vale history has been covered over with a sloppy black ink scribble and the note: “Sorry, top secret. Love, the government”, scrawled on every page. Sometimes those same government employees will arrive at important events while they’re still happening, and start shoving wadded-up socks into people’s mouths while shouting: “Lalalala I can’t hear you!” in order to get a jump on censoring history.

Anyway, for those space heads and star geeks who are excited by the upcoming blood matter from space, it appears the best viewing will be from literally anywhere in the region. It’s gonna come down hard on us, and there’s no hiding from it. Carlos and I will be holding our own viewing party here at the station, and it’s open to the public. Please bring one potluck item, one bundle of dried herbs to mollify Station Management, and of course, galoshes. You’re going to need galoshes. Can’t wait!

And now a segment I like to call Cecil Gershwin Palmer’s Theater of the Mind.

Please, with your mind’s eye, travel into a theater. You are in a theater. You print your tickets at home, annoyed that for unfathomable reasons, this theater doesn’t do will call. Then you forget the tickets you printed out, so you have to argue with the guy in the box office for a bit before it turns out, they can in fact print your tickets there, they just don’t want to. That sorted, you enter the lobby. It smells like wet velvet. The paint is peeling a bit, but you can see that once this theater was really something. It’s still something, you suppose, just a very different kind of something.

You don’t have to pee, but you think you probably should just in case. The bathroom is tiny and it has a long line, so you decide not to pee. Except of course now that you thought about it, you do have to pee. You sit in your seat and hope the first act isn’t too long, and mentally trace out the route you’ll speed-walk the moment the lights come up for intermission, so you’ll be one of the first at the bathroom.

Finally, some ten minutes after the show was supposed to start, the curtain opens.

That’s it for this installment of Cecil Gershwin Palmer’s Theater of the Mind. Next time, we’ll get into the actual show, so look forward to that.

Controversy has arisen about Dana’s plans to radically expand her mayoral power, which were leaked to the public through – some unknown channel. No really, it could have been anyone who told. The City Council was the loudest voice of protest. Their lungs are huge, and they can make their voice deafening. “The machinery of Night Vale government is delicate,” the City Council screamed loud enough that it woke even Larry Leroy out on the edge of town, who was asleep because it was 4 AM. “This policy shift can only upset the checks and balances inherent in our system. For instance, we the City Council check and balance everything and ultimately make all the decisions. That’s how civic government is supposed to work.” And then they keened for several hours and we all gave up and got out of bed, because none of us were getting any more sleep that night.

Joining the dissent, Tamika Flynn - local armed teen militia leader and the sole member of the City Council who is not a single-bodied, multi-voiced, inhuman entity - expressed concern about government overreach. She said: “If the government ever tries to overreach me, I’ll grab that arm they’re reaching with and do a series of self defense maneuvers to disable the overreaching government. Sorry,” she continued, “that metaphor kind of got away from me. What I’m saying is, while Dana is a good person and a friend of mine, expanding government power on the assumption that the government will always be run by well meaning people is a dangerous gamble.” Dana herself did not alleviate these concerns, as many people reported her acting strangely in public throughout town. She burst into many local businesses, demanding to know if they knew where she was. They would tell her she was in their store and she would get angry and storm out. She was also spotted standing across from City Hall, monitoring the front doors with binoculars.

Perhaps this is part of a social program we just don’t understand yet. Or perhaps she is annoyed at a big-mouthed friend of hers who is very, very sorry. More on this story as I’m it’s going to develop.

And now, traffic. A businesswoman sits in an airplane, mid-flight, staring out the window. She pretends she is doing this because she is bored. She is actually doing this because she is nervous. The plane is shaking and she is looking out the window to see what is causing this, but of course she cannot see what is causing this. Instead, what she sees is a miracle, unimagined in thousands of years in human science and theology. What she sees is the top side of the clouds. Here is the place that her species, since the start of it, have projected worlds onto. Have looked up at and told stories, some based on what was observed, some based on what was felt, but all based on never being able to see the top side of the clouds.

And oh, there were those in the mountains who could see the top side of low-lying clouds, but that’s not the same at all, is it? Nothing like going to the top layer of clouds and breaking through until there is only space above and clouds below. And here she is, nervously sipping a Sprite and looking out the window and worrying about what will happen when she lands. Which is that she’ll lose her job. Although she doesn’t know that yet, because she’s still in the air, looking down at the top side of the clouds. This has been traffic.

And now a word from our sponsors. Pay no attention to the vase in your backyard. All human beings die. This is unrelated to the vase in your backyard. You don’t remember purchasing that vase. Certainly it does not seem like your style. It wouldn’t go with any of your things, and that is not a color you buy glasswork in. You are, just in this moment, realizing you have opinions about the color of glasswork, and this is causing you to reassess in some small way your sense of self. But pay no attention to that vase in your backyard. We all get slower, get sick, and then we pass on. This is unrelated to the vase in your backyard. The vase in your backyard did not cause this. It is an inornate vase, not of any recognizable era or culture. Perhaps you should plant climbing vines or thick shrubs around the vase, so that eventually, you won’t have to see it anymore. It will be covered over with greenery, as you will some day be covered over with greenery. Everything will eventually be covered over with greenery, until the greenery goes too. But pay no attention to the vase in your backyard. All human beings die. This is unrelated to the vase. This message was brought to you.

Worries continue to rise about the Mayor’s controversial initiatives. The Sheriff was especially put out by the planned shifting of the Secret Police to the perview of the Mayor’s office. “Over my dead body,” said the Sheriff. “And I was told by a psychic once that I would never die, and we all know that lying is illegal, and so my dead body will never exist for anything to be over. The point is it’s not happening.”

There are, however, those who are in favor of the plan. Like green market owner Tristan Cortez who said, “We all know, as citizens of Night Vale, that our government is a difficult beast. Doing just about any activity requires tons of forms and waiting in lines and puts us at risk of being devoured by the beings that run City Hall. As a tax payer, I welcome a shakeup in our government. Plus, I’ve been in the Sheriff’s Secret Prison since my daughter and I got caught committing robbery and fraud this fall, so really any change seems good to me.” Well, this is a complex issue and – oh my god. Oh no. What is, what…? Um, listeners, I’ve just been handed a report. It-it seems that a secret parking enforcement officer struck up a conversation with Dana, as she sat across from City Hall, watching it through binoculars. Dana had stared at the officer without replying, and when the officer took a step towards her in order to give her a friendly pat on the arm, she – she, she killed him. I don’t understand, but I am being asked to tell you that our Mayor and my friend, Dana Cardinal, is wanted for murder.

Let me… let’s just go to the weather.

[Weather: “J'Accuse” by Mucca Pazza. http://www.muccapazza.com]

This story, already concerning, has gotten both more confusing and more frightening. I’ve received a recorded statement from our Mayor, Dana Cardinal, and it’s… well, you should listen for yourself.

Dana: Once there came a sandstorm. This was years ago. So much of what we’ve lived through now was put into motion for us long before. But by the time the consequences come, we’ve set aside the inciting incident as agent history.

Once there came a sandstorm, and with it came our doubles. When my double came, she attacked me. Or I attacked her. I don’t remember who acted first. We struggled. It was a brutal fight that could have ended badly for either of us. But the result was that I murdered my double with a stapler. It was as slow and gruesome as you imagine. Or I think I murdered my double. It’s possible I am my double, and I murdered my original self. If we both had the same memories leading up to that moment, how would I know which of us I was? I am Dana, or I am her double. I will live forever with that doubt. I believe in what I am trying to do with my position as Mayor. Why else would I have been given a job so onerous in its responsibility, if I wasn’t meant to use that responsibility for the greater good?

So that is what I am trying to do, Night Vale. I am trying to work for the greater good. But I know not everyone is with me.

I have felt followed for the last few days. Threatened. I thought the groups who are opposed to my vision for Night Vale were trying to physically stop me. This has, as you know, happened before. And now these false murder charges. I have been framed, obviously. I mean, I know that I just admitted to killing someone years ago, but trust me that I didn’t do this one. It’s a setup to throw even more obstacles in the way of making the role of Mayor one which actually does good for this town. Or that is what I thought. I no longer know what to think. Because right now, I am staring at myself. There is another me. She is in my living room. Her hair is shorter than mine. Her face is hard and furious. And her hands – they are covered in blood. But she is me. I have come for myself.

I’m going to run now. I’m going to hide. But this isn’t over. I will make Night Vale a better place, if it kills me. Or if I kill me. I will keep in touch. If you see me, don’t approach. It is me but not me, and I don’t know what I am capable of. Stay safe.

Cecil: Well. I certainly do remember the day of the sandstorm, and the day of the doubles. It was actually a pretty traumatic time, if I’m honest. So I appreciate what Dana is going through, but – murder is a serious charge. Especially at a time when such controversial changes are going on over at the Mayor’s office. For their part, the Sheriff has said that Dana Cardinal is wanted for murder, and they don’t care which Dana they get. “Any Dana,” the Sheriff said waving their hand breezily. “If we see a Dana, we will arrest her, and Bob’s your uncle, into jail she goes.” When questioned whether this had anything to do with Mayor Cardinald’s current effort to take over the Sheriff’s Secret Police, the Sheriff huffed a bit and said things like, “Well I never,” and then hung up without answering the question.

What does it mean if the doubles are back? And what is going on with Dana Cardinal? None of those questions answered now, because stay tuned next for Bubblegum Hour, the hour devoted for reviewing the chewing sounds of popular varieties of bubblegum, hosted by today’s celebrity chewer, Mr. Tom Hanks.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: Hey, what’s your sign? Mine’s a stop sign. I stole it from an intersection, and I hold it up every time someone tries to talk to me.

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #wtnv transcripts #episode 127 #a matter of blood #a matter of blood part 1

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viewwrangler · 4 years

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And another sporting event may be on the ropes, and that’s ... figure skating? figure skating.

World figure skating championships in Montreal face cancellation over virus concerns (cbc.ca)

Quebec Health Minister Danielle McCann says the government is evaluating whether to allow the world figure skating championships to go ahead next week in Montreal.

Her comments Monday come after the International Ice Hockey Federation on Saturday cancelled the women's world hockey championship scheduled to take place in Nova Scotia from March 31 to April 10 because of the spread of the novel coronavirus. Hockey Canada said Nova Scotia health officials recommended the event not be held at the scheduled time in a letter to the sport's governing body.

McCann said provincial public health and public security officials are involved in the analysis of the March 16-22 figure skating event, with input from the Public Health Agency of Canada. She says cancelling the competition has not been ruled out, and a decision will be made as quickly as possible. "We have to do a case-by-case analysis of the events, but we are aware that we need to make a decision rapidly concerning the (figure skating event) ... What I want to say is a decision needs to be taken as quickly as possible," McCann said....

Worth noting: the decision will be made by Quebec and Canadian public health agencies, and -- so far, at least -- not the International Skating Union.

The International Skating Union has, in fact, made any number of dubious decisions regarding the competition. Or, rather, not so much the competition as what comes after. It used to be a skating exhibition gala, and now it’s this weird awards/gala/concert thing. The arena will be made much smaller by the stage for the awards and concert portion, and will have considerably more obstructed view seats (as in, they’ll be behind a stage). People who were in the obstructed view area had their tickets canceled, instead of allowing them to purchase others -- this was, in part, due to the shockingly late notice, or lack thereof, about these changes. The skating area will be something like a third the size of the competition skating surface, which will make things much more difficult for the skaters. There will be a “red carpet gala” event instead of the straight exhibition, including red carpet entrances, for which almost no skater will have the money or clothing to deal with at all, never mind at desperately short notice when they’re focused on preparing for competition. They’re also requesting that ticket holders dress for a red carpet gala, to which the general considered response seems to have been mostly, “Uh ... no. No, we don’t think so. We’d thank you for asking, as it’s only polite, but we kind of think you’re all dicks for doing all this. So ... no.”

And all of this gala mishegoss will cram people closer together, at a point in time when public health authorities everywhere are strongly advocating public distancing. Regarding coronavirus itself, the attitude of the ISU has appeared to be one of, “LALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU I HAVE MY FINGERS IN MY EARS YOU AREN’T SAYING ANYTHING I WANT TO HEAR GO AWAY GO AWAY!” Or something like that. That said, they did cancel the short track speed skating world championships; not so much because they thought it was a good idea, or in consultation with the public health authorities or anything like that ... but because Seoul closed the rink and banned all such public gatherings for the then-foreseeable future (Yonhap News Agency). There was nowhere for the event to be held at that short notice, so it was canceled/postponed to the end of the year, somewhere, somehow.

It would not be surprising, if Quebec and Canada allow the event to move forward, for them to dictate that it’s a spectator-free event, done for television only. That said, doing so doesn’t answer the issue of, as mentioned previously, athletes who may have been exposed bringing the disease with them, mingling, taking some other strain of the disease back with them. (The Israeli skaters, at least, and probably several others, will face immediate quarantine when they return home, because that’s what Israel is now trying to do to everyone coming in from abroad, citizen or otherwise. China is also doing more or less the same thing, and it wouldn’t be surprising for other countries to follow suit. Even Florida is requiring that people coming from Italy, South Korea, China or Iran self-quarantine for at least 14 days (miamiherald.com).

(Side note: regarding the previous entry on the Indian Wells BNP Paribas Open, Florida’s quarantine would mean that the Miami Open -- next up on the men’s and women’s tour -- would have issues with at least two people on the men’s side, Matteo Berrettini and Fabio Fognini of Italy, both of whom are in or near the top 10 in rankings, and who would have to be in quarantine so long that they would miss the tournament. On the women’s side, there are three Chinese women -- Sasai Zheng, Shuai Zhang, and Qing Wang -- who would be affected.)

It really does seem likely that either it will be all or nothing -- either everything is fine, just be careful, wash hands and everything else as often as possible, OR outright cancellation. It does seem clear that it will need to be dictated by the public health authorities, as the ISU seems unlikely to do so on its own.

We shall see what we shall see, I guess.

#sports #figure skating #coronavirus

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probablylostrightnow · 7 years

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I'm having a lot of fun, too! Carrie sounds great. And....I did not expect you to go there with SAM....hopefully SAM is a tasteful AI. XD

I love Carrie so much. I’m enjoying playing a more impulsive character who makes decisions with her heart instead of her head. More on SAM in a moment... coppermarigolds replied to your post “Some thoughts on Andromeda (and one pic) under the cut. Vague spoilers...”

Oh...why did you have to point that out about SAM...oh dear...

I am so very sorry. I realized this was an issue one night and entire conversations started playing out in my head. (I think this is less a conversation that actually happens and more Carrie’s fear of what could happen.) CARRIE: (does anything sexual, has sexual thoughts, etc.) SAM: Interesting. CARRIE: What?! SAM: Your responses are different from when your father.... CARRIE: NO SAM STOP LALALALA I’M NOT LISTENING. SAM: I am sorry to have spoken out of turn. CARRIE: Is there any chance you can make me forget this conversation ever happened? SAM: I do not possess that capability. CARRIE: Can we pretend that you do? lolawritesstuff replied to your post “I’ve also been playing the occasional multiplayer match in Andromeda,...”

Hey, I'm on PC! LolaLu99. I'm not on super often, and probably opposite schedule than you mostly, but if you ever see me in-game and want to mp, I would totally be game. Send me an invite! :)

Friend request sent! I will keep an eye out! (One thing I miss from DA:I is that Origin would tell you if people were playing SP or MP... Andromeda just shows me that they’re playing Andromeda. I tend to assume SP at this point, and hate to interrupt anyone’s game to suggest an MP session - so your encouragement is very welcome!) loquaciousquark replied to your post “Some thoughts on Andromeda (and one pic) under the cut. Vague spoilers...”

That's exactly how I feel, and I hadn't realized it! Yes, a lot of it is super clunky, yes, there are some major issues. I'm still having tons of fun.

I’m glad I’m not the only person in this situation! (From the Internet, it’s easy to get the impression that everyone is either FULL OF RAGE AND HATE, or (more rarely) refuses to acknowledge that the game has issues. The moral may be that I shouldn’t spend my time looking at what the Internet thinks...) fireferns replied to your post “Some thoughts on Andromeda (and one pic) under the cut. Vague spoilers...”

i have p much the same feelings on the game - lots of criticism about a lot of stuff, but still having a really good time. it's a little mysterious, but i'm not complaining! and i adore the crew, every single one (but maybe especially vetra, my gf to be).

Vetra is ADORABLE especially when you flirt with her and she gets all flustered. I am not certain she’s Carrie’s type but I really want to play her romance at some point (of course that is true of something like 5 characters, I may be playing this game for the rest of my life. Sorry, backlog!)

#lost replies #silksieve #coppermarigolds #lolawritesstuff #loquaciousquark #fireferns #mass effect #mass effect: andromeda #me:a spoilers #andromeda spoilers #lost in the andromeda galaxy

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sunshineandheartaches · 5 years

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I Don’t Believe In Marriage

...and it’s not your job to make me.

I grew up in the church since I was four years old. I went to private Christian school from grade 1-6. My mother’s side of the family is mostly Christian. So, you can say that my life was pretty dominated by Christianity. I did it all - church events every year, prayer meeting, volunteering in my teens, I tried my best to fit in and be a good girl.

I didn’t understand people who didn’t go to church. “Why wouldn’t they want to worship Jesus? Why don’t they want to go to heaven?” My mind was blown when 90% of my classmates at private school didn’t even go to church or believe in God. lol.

But the people at church didn’t get me - my parents were divorced and my dad wasn’t a Christian. I couldn’t relate to two parent friends either, it was just...off. I ignored it and just thought, “I’ll marry a Christian and everything will be great.”

Ever since I was 10, people at church basically sexualized me - not overtly or aggressively. I liked a boy at church and he liked me and for some reason, even though I was a CHILD, his mother didn’t like me and thought I wasn’t good enough for him. (I’m totes over it now, he’s married now QQ).

Parents didn’t want their kids to be my friend because I was “bad” because I talked back to adults and asked why I couldn’t do things. And when they couldn’t answer, I’d be frustrated.

In my pre-teens, I loved boys. I loved attention. I just...wanted love. I didn’t understand why then, but I understand now - I had a need for validation and control. My church didn’t know how to handle me. They just thought I was misbehaving and took it out on my mom. “How could you let your daughter BEHAVE like that?” Don’t get me wrong, my mom hated it and tried to stop me. I didn’t care. I’ve been defiant since I was younger - it was always my decision to do what I wanted.

Throughout my teenage years, I fought with myself and the shame I felt for liking boys or even having boys like me. How was it MY FAULT that boys wanted to like me? Why was it my fault that a boy my friend liked, wanted to text me? ? ? ? I can’t control what they do. Everyone just shook their head at me and told me not to lead boys on, which meant, in my best guess, pretend they don’t exist. lol.

I held on to the goal to marry a Christian boy and follow the steps of the rest of my family, get married, buy a house, serve together at church, lalalala. But as I watched the “good” Christians, my age, I realized just how ... arrogant and misunderstanding people were. Even Christian boys can’t fully control their minds - even the ones in university.

My naivety, innocence, and my low self esteem led me to seek time with guys who put me down and I deserved it - my whole church thought I was a bad egg, might as well embrace it. Then I was raped and my world crashed.

Who could I talk to? Who would understand? What would people think? It was my fault.

I opened up to someone who I thought was a “strong” Christian and instead of support, he asked for sexual favours since I was already “experienced.” Since then, I just gave up and I had to escape. I tried so hard. I tried to stay “good.” People still looked down at me.

I looked to the marriages and relationships around me. There was the case of divorce and remarriage, which didn’t make sense to me. And then I found out that everyone “slipped” but they said it was okay even if they kept slipping. That made me angry. Why do people who committed the sin of sex before marriage get a free pass to get married? A sin is a sin, at least that’s what I learned. Marriage was just a way to fast forward to the “guiltless” sex part of life among other things.

That’s not the point of a marriage in Christ. It’s about joining together and becoming one to serve God. It’s a lifelong commitment. It’s not just working your 9-5, sending your kids to church camp, and that’s it. I saw marriage as serving together and putting God first, but what I saw were people who just wanted to get married to do it and settle for “normal” life.

I saw non-Christians who just got the certificate, just because. It didn’t really change their relationship - the same way it didn’t change the Christians I saw. They were the same couple, just had a wedding.

Why would I want that? Why would I start a relationship with the pressure of “this has to end in marriage or we should just not start dating at all.” The chances of divorce are the same (IMO, probably higher) and for what? Signing the license? signing a lease? sharing a mortgage?

What about missions? What about serving? What about marriage changed your relationship? It makes no sense. It’s pointless when God remains in the same place of your priorities - after work, after children, after life.

I don’t care if you got married recently. I’m happy for you, it’s a great time and accomplishment, but don’t think you’re better than your average relationship. And if you want to get married, that’s great! But don’t judge me for not wanting to get married. I’ve learned the hard way about adhering to what people think of me.

Also, leave my mom alone. She doesn’t make my decisions.

#personal #personal post #text post #blog #lifestyle #Christianity #marriage

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songofmysnark · 7 years

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“Don’t” by Ed Sheeran, Part 1

For those who are unacquainted with the most catchy-yet-annoying Top 40 monstrosity that my car radio subjected me to last week, “Don’t” is a song by Ed Sheeran. The basic storyline is “Ed the ginger hobbit meets a woman but he calls her a girl, they kind of see each other a bunch of times but the logistics are difficult for anyone to really figure out, she hooks up with another dude, and Ed is a sad, sad ginger hobbit.”

We need to discuss how utterly awful this song is. Let’s break down this particular snippet of WTF: “But me and her we make money the same way Four cities, two planes the same day” Darling Ed. You are British, and I understand that you blokes across the pond have an elaborate and intricate class system, and I am the first to advocate for slack being given for the sake of artistic license, regional dialect, and the evolution of the language. You hail from the heritage of Shakespeare, and if the stark difference between the bard’s couplets and the general acceptance of your absurd lyrics by the general public isn’t ample evidence of the evolution of language over time, I don’t know what is. That’s no excuse for the way you’ve just brutalized the English language. My sweet redheaded nugget of manchild, I think you meant to say “She and I.” As in “But she and I make money the same way.”

See, “I make money” sounds fine, right? And “She makes money” sounds okay, correct? But “Me make money” and “Her make money” sound awful, right? Right. And that’s what you just wrote.

“Her make money” makes you sound like a confused Russian bot trolling a presidential candidate on twitter circa October 2016, and “Me make money” makes you sound like fucking cookie monster. So let’s get our objects and subjects straightened out and move on to the next line so we don’t sound like muppets who live in the Kremlin.

I’ve been confused by this line for a while. Four cities and two planes the same day. First of all, this is definitely possible, it just sounds like poor logistical planning. I live in the San Francisco bay area and I regularly drive through 4 different cities while commuting and I only live 12 miles from my office. (For the record: Oakland, Emeryville, San Francisco, and Berkeley if I want to pick up something from Berkeley Bowl for dinner.) So yeah, I do four cities in a day, too. Not sure why this is somehow a major feat? Cities can be close together. I guess it’s the two planes, Ed. What in the world are you DOING if you have to take two separate planes in a day? Are we talking about having a layover? Lord knows I’ve spend a decent amount of time in the Detroit airport having never spent any other time in the great state of Michigan. I wouldn’t count that as being in a city, that’s sitting in a Chilis-To-Go and hoping my gate doesn’t change, but I doubt your travel plans involve a chain restaurant’s shitty off post in Terminal C. I’m just confused, man. You’re a singer/songwriter/performer/hobbit and you definitely have a staff, so I’m not sure what the hell you are doing taking two separate plane trips in a day. Who is doing your booking? Why are you just dropping into a city via plane and then getting back into the plane and leaving? I surely hope you’re using a private plane because your poor, tiny, little ginger body is going to certainly glow an even more unnatural shade if you’re exposed to that much TSA screening radiation that often.

But let’s say you wake up in one city, fly to another, do something there (?), fly somewhere else, and then... IDK, hit two cities by car? It seems like the problem is whoever’s scheduling you, SURELY it could be more efficient. But it sort of sounds like you want to whine and make it sound like “I travel a lot for work” is some deeply rare thing, my dude. Which it is not. Many adults do it.

But really, who the hell is doing your booking? How is this person so inefficient that you can be “between the sheets” until the “late AM,” and yet have other days where you make money by traveling on two planes and visiting four cities. Ed, something is wrong with whoever is doing your booking and scheduling. Maybe that’s a bigger problem than this issue with the lady banging someone who isn’t you in a hotel. Putting aside the logistics of the mismanagement of your current tour, I’d like to talk about your most egregious offense -- and one that is almost your hallmark, Ed. It’s “I’m going to use particular words and phrases to make a completely boring and typical situation sound incredibly deep and meaningful.” You do it all the time, and so does that dude from the band Fun, who will be addressed in a separate post. (I’m coming for you, Fun.) Here’s the offending line:

“I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on a couch.” A film, Ed? Really? Are you going to wear a black turtleneck and discuss the evolution of Francis Ford Coppola’s use of lighting as a sort of informal career retrospective of the filmmaker as an artist? Are you going to watch deep, brooding documentaries about genocide? No. You’re going to watch “Ocean’s 11″ under a soft blankie, and that is totally fine. Just don’t make it sound like you’re doing a deep analysis of thematic patterns in the cinematography of Jean-Luc Godard. You sound like an ass. Let’s break down this particularly terrible snippet:

I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on a couch But we should get on a plane Or we'll be missing it now Wish I'd have written it down The way that things played out When she was kissing him How I was confused about Now she should figure it out while I'm sat here singing Ah lahmlahlah

Good God, my ginger muppet. What the fuck is this and who let you sing this in public? This is nonsensical bullshit, friend-o, and it is not cute. You know when you catch someone in a lie and their story gets really complicated and incoherent? And they’re like “yes and she was there but also the lamp is blue and I didn’t kill the Professor in the drawing room with the candlestick!” That’s what you sound like. You wish you’d written it down? Why? So you’d remember? You’re writing a song about this, how the fuck are you not remembering the basic plot points of how you were wronged by a woman (who technically did nothing wrong by your own admission) and now feel entitled and butt-hurt? Kinda seems like at this point in the song, you know that neither of you really did anything wrong, but you’re having a lot of feelings about rejection, monogamy, and asking for what you need and want out of a relationship. That’s fine! And that’s what therapy is for, babycakes. That is not what I want to hear on Top 40 radio while I drive to my office for a day of soul-sucking litigation. If I have to read hundreds of pages of people lying in deposition, I certainly don’t want any part of that day to also involve trying to decipher exactly what happened to make you feel like this probably lovely biddy owed you unilateral monogamy. Maybe if you weren’t flitting around with a shitty travel itinerary, you’d be able to figure out WTF happened with your not-boo.

Ah lahmlahlah.

You are a songwriter, man. Why are you and this lady singing “Ah lahmlahlah” all the time? What is that? It’s not nearly as catchy as other nonsense words in music (I’m looking at you, Earth Wind and Fire, “ba-de-ya” is a fucking excellent addition to “September,” and I love it and will sing along with it every time I play it in the car). It’s just... lalalala? Cool, man. Way to be.

I don’t know, Ed. Perhaps get your story straight and come back and explain it to us when you can form words. It would be a much more compelling case for you, and would make for a better song. Who on your staff is a massive enabler? Who is letting your first-draft scribbles get into your discography. I’m worried, Ed. You need to think about your hiring decisions. I don’t know, though. I’m not the songwriter. Lahmlahmlahlah.

Why is this lady coming on the plane with you? No, seriously. She makes money the same way (see terrible lyric above), so why is she going with you? Is she on your staff? Again, Ed, I’m having a LOT of feelings about you as an employer. Work on this.

Don't fuck with my love That heart is so cold All over my home I don't wanna know that babe Ah lahmlahlah Don't fuck with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe Ah lahmlahlah

This is angstier than Linkin Park nugget wrapped up in Good Charlotte blanket wrapped in a Joni Mitchell “Blue” burrito for good measure. It’s the turducken of angst.

But digging further, why is your heart cold and all over your home? Did your heart explode, Ed? ED. PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS. This sounds like a major cardiac event, I don’t even know. This is some Jack the Ripper stuff and I am deeply concerned. Also, you’re telling her to take aim and reload but that you don’t want to know? You’re sending mixed messages, and I’m very concerned about the way you’re invoking the imagery of a firing squad. We’re talking about a hookup gone wrong.

I know that sometimes it hurts to see Hermione go out with that hot Quiddich player and yes, she did look really lovely at the Yule Ball... but you need to get it together, man. Would it raise your spirits if we gave 10 points to Gryffindor?

#snark #ed sheeran #dont #song lyrics #ron weasley #good charlotte #linkin park #not deep #angst

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