#i know our legal system sucks but come on

[pkmn-aide-mel]

why are there so many active terrorist groups just,,, casually talking about their crimes on rotomblr. what in the gosh darn

#rotomblr #mel speaks #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #evil teams #hello???? #i know our legal system sucks but come on

[the-bar-sinister]

In Justice We Trust (88252 words) by thesavagesabretooth

catch up here

With Simon Blackquill and Athena Cykes assigned as their psychologists, the Phantom and Fulbright must grapple with their identity, their deeds, their future, and their love for the twisted samurai whom they betrayed.

All the while, Edgeworth and Wright find their relationship tested as they walk the narrow path between pursuing real justice, and the dark age of the law.

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December 25, 6:45 am

Miles had requested one of the hotel conference rooms so that he could bring Phoenix up to speed on the case– given the lack of time or appropriate space to do so any earlier. He'd sent Kay to go fetch some bagels and coffee for the meeting, and he flipped through the paperwork from his briefcase, adjusting his reading glasses.

There was a knock on the door, and the man behind it didn't wait for a 'come in' before he invited himself.

Phoenix Wright swaggered in, in his shirt sleeves and suspenders, with his signature blue coat tossed over one shoulder. His hair wasn't gelled back yet, hanging instead in untidy damp locks around his face and over his eyes.

He yawned, clicking the door closed behind him. "Morning, Edgeworth."

"Good morning, Wright." Miles looked up at him rather appreciatively, leaning on his hand and taking in the view. "I see my request caught you just out of the shower."

"Hey, you jump, I ask how high, eh?" Wright walked over and put his arms around Miles' shoulders, leaning over him from behind the chair.

Miles laughed and nuzzled his face against Phoenix's warm, freshly shaved cheek, the gentle scent of his aftershave and shampoo mingling. "You most emphatically do not do that, Phoenix. But you smell nice, so that's something."

"Well, as long as I've got something going for me, huh?" He smiled that big, stupid smile of his, and Miles grabbed his chin and pulled him into a rough, insistent kiss. It was the first one he'd managed to steal in days, and he was determined to enjoy it. Phoenix's tongue tasted of peppermint, and he made a soft noise as Miles bit and sucked at his lips.

When he finally released him, Phoenix took a deep breath, and batted his eyelashes. "Why, Mr. Edgeworth, how terribly scandalous!" he cooed in a falsetto.

Miles rolled his eyes. "Every time, Mr.Wright. And worth the potential scandal every time."

Phoenix leaned on him. "You spoil me, Miles."

"After the way you've behaved lately? I absolutely think I spoil you. You'd better be ready to really earn that badge I got back for you." He traced his fingers over Phoenix's jaw softly. He'd been hurt– terribly hurt– when Phoenix had said he wouldn't go to bat with him on this case, after everything Miles had done for him. But he could never stay angry at Phoenix long. It was that puppy dog look of his.

Phoenix leaned into Miles' touch and nodded, closing his eyes. "Consider me ready, Miles. But you already have the others here, what exactly is the plan?"

"For starters, I'm keeping you on a leash this time. You're going to help me investigate some of the more behind the scenes elements here."

"Oooh, investigating is my favorite part," Phoenix grinned.

"Don't think I don't know it," Miles chuckled. "Really, you would have made a better detective than a lawyer, Phoenix."

"And what about you, Miles? I'd say the same."

Miles adjusted his glasses, and smiled, bashfully. "Yes, well, we all have our roles to play, don't we? What use is playing detective if it's for a corrupt system?"

They'd talked about it before. About washing their hands of the whole thing and doing something like joining interpol, or opening a detective agency. But Miles couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't bring himself to give up trying to piece back together the broken shards of their legal system.

One day. One day he could retire and leave the politics behind, and just do the fun part. Maybe he could even get Phoenix to come with him.

"So you say, Miles," Phoenix murmured. He nuzzled him like a cat– and they both froze when there was another knock at the door.

The door swung open, and in walked Kay Faraday, her arms laden down with a few paper bags and a balanced tray of three coffees in cheap, but sizable, paper cups.

“Gotcha the coffee, boss! And bagels. Hope you like onion, it’s all they had le–” The young woman paused, before flashing a grin. “Knew you’d probably show up, Mr. Phoenix. Got you a coffee too!” 

Miles flushed, and pulled away from Phoenix, who did the same, straightening his tie. Kay knew about him and Wright of course, but that was no excuse for such unprofessional behavior.

Miles cleared his throat and smoothed his hair. "Ah, yes, thank you, Kay. I appreciate the effort. We're just about to go over the facts of the case."

Phoenix grinned, tugging at his cuffs. "Hey, Kay. Been a while."

“Been a long time, Phoenix. How’s the office? Still run in the tyrannical grip of your daughter?” Kay asked with a snicker as she dropped the bags on the table along with the coffee.

She’d changed over the years…even if she was still ever the playful thief, she’d still grown up in a lot of ways. She had her hair in a loose bun today, pinned down with a pair of ornate sticks..

“I didn’t miss the brief?” 

"Not at all," Miles said, spreading his hands. "It was just… smalltalk. Have a seat."

"The smallest," Phoenix chuckled. He pulled out a chair for Kay on Miles' right side before sitting down at his left.

Kay Faraday took a seat, leaning onto her hands as some of her dark hair fell across her eye “Guess it’s time to get down to business, eh? So you can have some more time for smalltalk later~..” 

December 25, 7:00 am

Miles coughed as Kay teased him.. "Yes, ah, anyway… the best place to start is with the dead agents."

She watched as he pulled a folder out of his briefcase.

Kay Faraday glanced at the folder with a low sigh. She’d gotten long used to bodies, they’d always seemed to crop up wherever she and Miles had gone together. They never got any easier to deal with, or any less sad to see…but she was used to them.

“Got any names for us, boss? Or is Lang keeping them hush?” 

"That'd be pretty inconvenient if so," Phoenix mused, leaning on his hand.

"Hardly," Miles rolled his eyes and presented to glossy photos– one of a tan skinned man with glossy ringlets of black hair, the other blond, blue eyed and clean cut. "Agent Angelo St. John, and Agent Layton Fish. They were the closest agents here in Cauli when Lang sent word to watch the airport."

“Bad luck. Guys are sleeping with the fishes and running with the angels at the same time. One bad job, ” Kay murmured. She leaned over to look at the pictures thoughtfully. “what’s the scene look like?” 

"Not good." Miles set his jaw and showed another picture. Two vehicles, both burned and twisted almost to unrecognizability. 

Phoenix whistled. "I'll say. Did they find any bodies?"

"Two. Interpol has their forensics working on dental records. I'm planning to have Ema lend us her expertise at the scene."

"So we don't even know if these are our guys," Phoenix said.

"Not one hundred percent, no. But Agent Kelso has confirmed that one of the vehicles matches– well, matched– the car that the agents left in."

Kay’s eyes lingered on the damage from the fire. “So it’s pretty likely, unless someone’s playing one heck of a trick on us. “

Phoenix weaved his fingers together. "We've seen some pretty good tricks. But there's always evidence."

"There's always evidence," Miles agreed. "I'm sending most of our people to the scene to look in person today, while some of us take a different tactic. I'd like to do some investigating at the airport itself and see if we can get anything from the security people."

Kay nodded seriously, leaning on her hands with a grin. “Might turn up something. Might turn up more if you let me slip in there and dig around their security files.” 

"Kay, don't even suggest anything illegal to me today," Miles said firmly. "We're here by the grace of interpol. We do things by the book– that goes double for you, Phoenix."

He held his hands up and grinned. "What, me? Do something unethical? Never."

“And who from Interpol’s here?” Kay puffed out her cheeks. “I mean…Agent Lang always let me do my thing. And it’s not like either of his subordinates are gonna give me crap for unconventional tactics.” 

Miles crossed his arms. "if you clear it with Lang you can do whatever you want, Kay. If you clear it with Lang. His favorite agents are with him too, if you'd like to give wheedling them a shot. Meanwhile, Phoenix and I are also going to be following up on our main target."

“Ooof.” Kay grimaced. “I mean, Badd’s a pushover when it comes to me, but…” the other one…she had some complicated history with. Besides, she’d probably just laugh the request off.

“Yessir. “ She sighed, and grabbed a bagel “sounds like you got a day chock full of adventure.” 

"Adventure is one way to put it," Miles murmured. He pulled out another picture. It was a wide shot of the airport's baggage claim, the same one they'd been in last night. "This is the picture that Agent Kelso sent back before the disappearance of her fellow agents. It was just enough to make a positive ID."

"A positive ID, huh?" Phoenix rubbed his chin, and squinted at the picture. There was a pair of figures circled in red marker. A blond, bespectacled older man meeting with a slim, dark haired figure in large sunglasses. The older man's face was turned toward the camera, and his features were visible.

“So that’s the guy, huh?” Kay whistled low under her breath “...and the person in the shades, that’s the one Kelso had been tailing?” 

Miles nodded. "The one in the shades is the one Kelso followed from LA to Cauli, yes. The bomber at Fulbright's apartment. And the other– the blond– we think that's the one that the Phantom referred to as 'specs' during questioning."

"Specs, huh?" Phoenix asked. "You said you got a positive ID from this picture?"

"Interpol ran the data for hours," Miles nodded. "It came up with a man named Gaius Lovelace. Dual British and Zheng-Fa citizenship. He runs a consultancy business and manages a hedge fund."

“Bet he’s hedging his bets that we aren’t going to find him and kick his ass six ways from Sunday.” Kay grumbled, before quickly adding. “with the law, I mean!” 

"With the law," Miles agreed. "We're going to see if we can pick up his trail here in Cauli somehow, while Interpol is investigating his residence in England."

"Sounds like a hell of a case, Edgeworth," Phoenix said with a little smile.

Edgeworth smirked back. "I knew I could get you interested, Wright."

Kay stretched as she stuffed her bagel into her mouth. A moment later, she dared to ask the question. “So what should I do, boss? Given it’s date night for you two.” 

The noise Edgeworth made was hilarious.

December 25, 7:30 am

Halblicht caught his breath as he watched Apollo's receding figure leave the cafeteria. Everyone was staring at them. The staff were staring at them.

That was a disaster.

Simon's hands were on his shoulders, and he looked up to see the prosecutor's gaze following Apollo as well. And Athena was still interposed between himself, and the world.

It could have gone worse, I suppose.

"Still with us, Half Bright?" Simon demanded, glancing down at him.

"For the moment." He fixed his sunglasses. "Ms. Cykes, you didn't need to do that."

“No, Robert.” Athena’s voice carried a tremor that was hard to identify the root of, but she stayed standing between him and the retreating Apollo.

“I did. You’re my patient. I promised to help you, right? Part of that’s not letting my friend beat you to a pulp because he’s lost control of his emotions.” her voice dropped into a quiet murmur “...it wouldn’t be right.” 

Bobby reached out, and put a hand on her shoulder. "Ms. Cykes, I accept your commitment as a staunch fellow ally of justice– but he could have hurt you."

Their eyes watered and Robert almost staggered under the weight of Bobby's wave of concern and gratitude.

When Athena turned towards him, there were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face that didn’t quite reach them.

“He already did, Bobby. Didn’t even have to land a punch.” She shook her head, and her shoulder shook under his hand “...it was a risk I was ready to take. I’m stronger than I look, I could have taken it. I didn’t want him to hurt you anymore…or to hurt himself doing something he’d regret..” 

They rubbed their chest. It ached. Apollo had hit them right in the same place that the bullet had.

"I appreciate it, Athena, but…"

Simon scoffed. "What's done is done. Athena threw herself into harm's way for, perhaps no good reason. But who among us can say we've never done the same."

"I suppose," Bobby murmured. 

Is he including us in that?

I have no idea.

They glanced across the table. Investigator Skye had been there when this began– was she still?

Ema had shot up in the confusion, and was halfway across the cafeteria as Apollo vanished. The last sounds of her calling out to him died in a low growl as she ran her hands through her hair.

“Great, fan fucking tastic. Great. Awesome.”

Simon frowned deeply, as he followed Halblicht's gaze."Well. I suppose we have the table to ourselves now. And Mr. Justice is aware of the situation. So whatever else may be the case– mission accomplished."

“Yeah..” Athena’s voice was hollow as she pressed her hand to her face. “Mission accomplished.”

“...” Ema tugged at her hair just a little bit ahead, hissing under her breath. Eventually she stormed off to a table, where she grabbed a bag of complimentary chips “I’m getting ready for the damned investigation.” 

"I guess we all should…" Bobby sighed heavily and finally seated himself as well– noticing that only now did Simon take his hands off him. The prosecutor didn't acknowledge it, merely sitting down next to him. "I'm sorry about the scene…"

It was inevitable, really.

Maybe, but I'm still sorry. I hope Mr. Justice can… calm down, at least.Ema vanished out the door, and Athena dropped into a chair. 

“...it’s my fault," Athena sighed,"I should have explained it better…or just bitten the bullet and dealt with Miles being angry with me and told him sooner.” 

Robert pushed their glasses up. "Frankly, Ms. Athena, we probably should have gone to Mr. Edgeworth and let him handle it. but what's done is done."

“What’s done is done,” she echoed, looking at the door. “But I think I’m out an investigation partner for the day.” 

"Well, it's irregular," Simon said, leaning on one hand and starting to pick at his breakfast again. "But this is an irregular situation. Why don't you just investigate with us?"

Athena looked up at them with a blink “...the defense and the prosecution working together, huh? Not a bad idea…”

Bobby smiles. "You two do make quite the impressive team. And anyway, we don't even know who you'll be representing yet, Ms. Athena. I'm sure there's no harm in it."

“That’s true.” Athena finally smiled again, rubbing the back of her neck. “no harm at all…and anyway, the prosecution needs to start learning to share anyway.” 

"True enough," Simon agreed with a smirk. "Much as I enjoy mysterious ways, now that the dark age of the law has started to crack, things might change."

Bobby stood to get himself some coffee. It already felt like things were changing.

Charging in had definitely been the right thing to do.

"Where are you going, Half Bright?"

They stopped frozen and turned toward Simon.

We should probably have asked permission…

"Ah, just to get some coffee, sir."

They waited for the rebuke.

"Good, get me another cup."

Bobby wasn't the only one who felt a small sting of relief.

December 25, 7:30 am

Trucy and Pearl had slept in a bit compared to everyone else. Trucy had woken up to a message on her phone from her Daddy to go and have breakfast without him, because he was in a meeting with Mr. Edgeworth.

“Looks like we’ve gotta go it alone this morning, Pearl.” she’d said as she tied her hair into its usual low ponytail. “Daddy’s busy with Mr. Edgeworth, so we’re gonna have to scrounge for ourselves.” 

Pearl had put her own hair back up in it's complicated coiffure the night before after it had dried, and she was sitting on the end of the bed, kicking her feet, and watching as Trucy finished getting ready. 

"You say scrounge as if there isn't a whole hotel restaurant, Trucy," she giggled.

Trucy fluffed her hair, letting the cluster of locks fall down to frame her face in a curl on one side, before she turned with a sweep of her cape as she fastened it over her shoulders.

“A whole hotel restaurant for us to scrounge and forage in…only us, our wits, and daddy’s hotel tab between us and a good balanced breakfast.” 

Pearl giggled and hopped up to her feet. "I think it might actually be Mr. Miles' hotel tab in this case. Or maybe even Klavier's!"

“You know what that means, Pearl.” Trucy offered her hand with a grin “...we don’t have to worry about going ham. Daddy’s broke, but Mr. Edgeworth is loaded.” 

Pearl giggled and took her hand. "Let's go ham then! Or at least get ham. I don't want to be stuffed to the gills when we go meet Klavier, after all!"

She giggled and tugged her toward the door.

Trucy followed her with a laugh. “That's true, that’s true. Alright, we’ll make sure to at least get ham and maybe something sweet on the go, and then get going to see Klavier. I’d like to be able to dance, at the very least.” 

"Dance huh?" Pearl asked as they hurried down the hall. "You think he'll invite us to?"

Trucy squeezed her hand. “I mean he’s a musician, I think he’d be offended if we didn’t wanna!” 

"Truuue, but I didn't know if he was gonna do anything actually musical in this commercial," she mused. She paused waiting for the elevator. "You said it was for a brand of soft drink, right?"

“You…” Trucy rubbed her chin. “you think he’d agree to do it if he wasn’t gonna get to rock out? What? Is he gonna prosecute someone in it?”

Pearl stepped into the elevator. She mirrored Trucy's gesture, rubbing her own chin. "Well I mean I kind of just thought he was going to open a soft drink 80 different times in 80 different takes and go 'ahhh, so refreshing!' or something."

Trucy stuck out her tongue. "Blehhh… First of all, he’d get a stomachache. Second of all, that’d be lame. There’s no pizzazz in that. Where’s the magic? Where’s the light and sound? Nobody’s gonna wanna drink their stupid soda if it’s just a guy opening it, looking sick because it’s his hundredth soda and going ‘yum, it’s good, buy it, dummy’, you know?” 

Pearl rubbed her neck as the elevator descended. "Um, I super agree with you Trucy, but I'm not sure that's how commercials work. I'm also not sure why I know more about commercials than you…"

Trucy flushed a brilliant red, huffing. “I…I…every commercial I’ve ever been in’s been exciting! That’s all! Geeze!” 

The elevator stopped at the first floor.

"Have you been in a bunch?"

“I’ve been in one.” Trucy waved her hand back and forth in the air, still holding Pearl’s. “It was for the Wright Anything Agency!” 

"Ooooooh. Well, then it's no surprise it was exciting!"

The door opened and she tugged Trucy out and toward the dining hall.

Trucy followed close behind, grinning as she went .

“We didn't have food, either, but if we did I wouldn’t have wanted to waste it, you know? So obviously someone’s gotta drink the sodas that Klavier doesn’t….maybe he actually gives them to the crew so he doesn’t get sick? I dunno.” 

"Ooooh, maybe. That'd be nice, right?" She pushed the door to the dining room open. "After you!"

Trucy dipped into a curtsy with a grin. 

“why thank you, Pearl.” she winked “you know how to make a girl feel special…” With that and tip of her hat, she slipped into the dining hall. 

Slipping into the dining room, Trucy realized there was almost nobody in there. A couple of people off to one side Trucy didn't recognize, and Athena sitting with Simon Blackquill and some other guy.

And that was basically it. No Kay, no Gumshoe. No Apollo.

“Uh…..” Trucy stopped short with a raise of her eyebrow under the brim of her hat. “...where the heck is everyone? Polly shoulda been here by now. He never misses breakfast.” 

Pearl rubbed her neck. "More breakfast for us I guess? Maybe he already ate and got going?"

Trucy watched her look around the dining hall, and her gaze come to rest on the mystery man sitting with Athena and Simon.

She leaned on Pearl’s shoulder, staring along with her with a puzzled tilt of her head. “Who's that guy?” 

Pearl chewed on her thumb, and looked distracted. "Gosh, um… that's a good question..."

“He kinda looks familiar…like I saw him somewhere recently.” Trucy mused with her chin against Pearl’s shoulder. “..what’s up, Pearl? Do you recognize him?” 

"Um…." Pearl chewed on her thumb again. "Why don't we get some breakfast."

Trucy glanced between Pearl’s expression and the mystery man tugging at the edge of her memory. 

“...Yeah uh.” She eased Pearl towards the breakfast buffet tables, “let’s maybe do that and we’ll sort it out together.” 

December 25, 7:45 am

As they were finishing up with breakfast, Athena noticed Trucy and Pearl pause in the doorway, before they headed over to the buffet area.

“Hmmm,” Athena’s brow knit as she nibbled down a piece of bacon. “Why…are Trucy and Pearl here?” 

Simon looked up. "I'm sorry, what?"

Athena pointed to them at the buffet table with her slice of bacon. “...Trucy and Pearl. They’re over there. They were staring right at us for like….3 minutes before they wandered over there. Why…why are they here in Cauli?”

Halblicht looked over his shoulder curiously as well. "Trucy Wright, yes? And the other girl… wasn't she involved in the orca case?"

“Yeah, that’s right! She was the penguin whisperer��because she fell down in a bunch of fish.” She laughed into her hand. “She’s a spirit medium from Kurain , I’m pretty sure. She’s really great.” 

"A… spirit medium?" Halblicht's expression was unreadable, but Athena felt a brief flicker of odd, twisted emotions from him anyway. "How unusual."

“Yeah…her cousin was part of that whole case back in the day that proved the existence of ghosts, you know.” Athena mused , leaning on her hand. “She was possessed by the vengeful spirit of a multiple murderer..”

The restaurant’s door slammed open, carrying with it a cheerful, if very sleepy sounding, salutation.

“G’morning, fellas!” Agent Kelso called out, as she adjusted her sunglasses in her hair. “Can the Edgeworth party come with me?” 

#narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #athena cykes #bobby fulbright #simon blackquill #trucy wright #pearl fey #blackbright #phantomquill #ace attorney #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #archive of our own #ao3 #fic: in justice we trust

[fyeahnix]

Sorry not sorry I am shilling and reblogging my own content so frequently but I am really trying to dig myself out of the "you suck at writing actually and no one wants to read your shit" feedback loop of the hellscape that is Apex Legends. Bitching below....

I absolutely loved writing for that fandom but I think I'm mostly done with it for now outside of the one small thing I'm doing currently. The lore hasn't been interesting lately but more than that, the support for writers in that community has always been non-existent and like...not to call anyone out or anything but I genuinely feel like part of that was created when the first anniversary zine came out a few years ago. The absolute and sheer laser focus on community artists for that project kinda spearheaded that whole support system. And I feel like the fandom overall just forgot us fandom writers existed :\

Granted, I was writing content for an absolute rare pair and I know that didn't help any, but even when I wasn't writing Voidstrike, I felt like people still didn't give a shit.

And for whatever bullshit ass "legal reasons", Respawn themselves never acknowledged our existence so like...wtf was the point lmfao. I'm still super fucking salty about that entire zine creator controversy that happened earlier this year and that made me never wanna interact or do any zines for this fandom ever again, unless it was writing focused.

Digital artists always get way more recognition than writers and like....it's always been like that. It's just a thing we have to live with as fanfiction writers. But it genuinely does kinda annoy me from time to time. I know it can be digested much quicker and easier than writing but that doesn't mean our work is less important or contributes less than artists.

I know I'm kinda "late" to the Arcane fandom in terms of writing but the support for the little things I've been able to get out have really shown me how passionate the fandom is for their favorite characters. Sevika is nowhere NEAR as popular as the other characters and basically has no main ship and somehow....some fucking how y'all still come out and support the Reader fics. Like damn.

Anyway this is me bitching again. I had so much stuff I wanted to do for Apex and now I'm not even sure if I wanna go back and finish them....

#writing #personal #Apex Legends #Arcane

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?

Pairings: Blood Moon/DJ Music Man, Harvest Moon/Glamrock Bonnie, Eclipse/OC (well, not anymore)

Word Count: 1,160 Words

Summary: More backups, teenager discussions, and disabilities.

Warnings: Cursing, Sick (mentioned), Drinking (mentioned only), Caps, Injury (mentioned), Neglect Mention, Abuse Mention, let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Sirius is good Eclipse. Charon is Good Eclipse’s Moon. Altair is Good Eclipse’s Sun.

Chapter 11: Why Are There Teenagers?

4:14am Who Took My Hat?

Moon: Why in the fuck did I just find three of your backups on my patrol? @Eclipse

Eclipse: ...wat?

Moon: Well, I've named oldest one Equinox. Lunar was awake and Bolide was visiting so they named the other two.

Eclipse: ...wat?

Lunar: I named the youngest! His name is Meridian!

Eclipse: ...wat?

Bolide: The middle one I named, his name is Solstice.

Eclipse: ...wat?

Moon: Three backups. They seem pretty harmless. Kinda adorable. Equinox finished the patrol with me.

Bolide: Solstice wanted to sleep, he was really tired.

Lunar: I forced Meridian in a bath. Your three new children are dirty as hell from being in the sewers.

Eclipse: .........

Moon: Okay, you're like half-alive, KC is probably asleep. We'll keep them for now, go back to sleep.

Eclipse: mmmk

7:45am Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: God, it wasn't a fever dream.

Moon: You're sick again?

Eclipse: Mhm, sick.

Moon: You okay?

Eclipse: I feel like hell. Can't breathe very well but they already broke the fever again.

Moon: You get sick way too often.

Eclipse: You're telling me, the one who gets sick too often. I hate this.

Moon: Good to know. We'll keep the triplets for a few days while you get better.

Eclipse: thx

Solar Flare: Father is quite sick. He's thrown up seven times now and couldn't get a full night's sleep even before your messages at 4am.

Moon: Poor fuck.

Lunar: I'm very pleased to say I've never gotten sick.

Eclipse: This is why I hate you sometimes.

Eclipse: You fucking healthy bastard.

Eclipse: And your perfect immune system.

Eclipse: Meanwhile I suffer because mine sucks.

Lunar: At least you're not eternally equivalent to a 14 year old.

Eclipse: I'm equivalent to an 18yo don't come at me with that shit, I'm barely legal.

Lunar: At least you're legal.

Moon: Wait, wait, wait, hold on. You two are kids?

Lunar: Yes.

Eclipse: Yes? In a way?

Moon: Me and Sun are both coded as twenty five!

Kill Code: I'm still the oldest, I'm 34.

Sun: Damn, you had Eclipse at 16. Rip

Moon: Just hold the fuck up, how many of you are minors!?

Sirius: 17

Brown Dwarf: Fifteen.

Supermassive: 16

Moon: We're just chilling with five minors!?

Blood Moon: Ha, we're older than you Eclipse! We're 21!

Harvest Moon: At least I'm legal to drink, I think I need to after learning that Eclipse is our little brother.

Sun: You literally would be legal for it anyway. It's not like someone's going to go up to a murderous robot and ask them for their ID or internally coded age.

Eclipse: You make a good point and I've proven this.

Kill Code: Why are you drinking underage!?

Eclipse: I was at a fancy party!

Kill Code: Why do you go to so many fancy places!?

Eclipse: Because I can.

Sun: 👀

Eclipse: Get those eyes away, I'm only 18!

Sun: You bastard, you have perfect excuses because of your code age.

Eclipse: Exactly. I want to be away from someone, 'I'm not legal'. I want to be near someone or do adult things 'I'm a legal adult'. It's not like anyone is going to challenge that because they don't know my actual age.

Sun: Smart little fucker.

Blood Moon: You haven't seen him walk into glass doors, have you?

Sun: No, but now I can imagine it and I can't stop laughing.

Moon: Can confirm, Sun sounds like a hyena.

Eclipse: I hate all of you.

Sun: To be fair, like Brownie, I wouldn't be able to see it but I can imagine the sound just  THUNK OW

Moon: What?

Sun: Oh shit.

Moon: No, you explain yourself now!

Sun: Um...Moon, I'm half blind.

Moon: You're what?

Sun: I've always been like this, how have you not noticed?

Moon: I don't know! You're blind!?

Sun: Only half blind. I'm fully blind in the dark though. I can only really see in the daycare, the lights are that bright for a reason. I have a hard time seeing anywhere else. I thought you knew this.

Moon: Obviously not, Sunny, you have to tell me these things! I'm oblivious as fuck, Sun, you have to tell me or I won't realize it!

Sun: I thought you knew!

Moon: Is this why you hit into things or stay in place when the lights go out?

Sun: I plead the fifth.

Moon: You can't plead the fifth on a disability, Sunrise!

Sun: Moon, I didn't want to scare you! I thought it was better not to mention it since I thought you knew and disregarded it!

Moon: I would never disregard something like this!

Brown Dwarf: Blind besties?

Sun: Yes, Brownie, blind besties.

Sirius: Can I also be a blind bestie? My left eye is screwed up now.

Lunar: God, what did you do now?

Sirius: So I was fixing something with Chary looking after the daycare

Sirius: And I was working with my wrench close to my face

Sirius: And a kid came and jumped on what I was working on and it fell on me

Sirius: I shattered my left eye with my wrench. Just the outer layer but it hurts to be uncovered now.

Sun: Temporarily blind bestie.

Brown Dwarf: Rip Sirius, lost his left eye being a good mechanic.

Sirius: I have replacements, but we have it covered for now so I can help Charon with the daycare.

Eclipse: Do I have to steal you and fix it since Charon is disregarding your injuries again? We aren't having a repeat of the broken arm incident again.

Kill Code: Elbow joint? What? Again?

Eclipse: Siri got his arm stuck in the compactor trying to save one of his favorite bunny plushies that his bastard Monty threw in there and it crushed his arm. Charon was so busy with Altair he ignored it for a week before Sirius jumped dimensions and I noticed his arm and fixed it.

Kill Code: Is the child's bunny okay? Is he okay?

Sirius: No, Millie got crushed but I'm okay now. Clipse fixed me. But fine, I'll visit for the eye, I'll bring the replacement with me.

Eclipse: You better!

Sirius: Yes, Dr. Eclipse.

Eclipse: The fuck? I'm not the healer, Lunar's the mage.

Kill Code: I'm so lost.

Lunar: Dungeons and dragons. Me, Clipsey, Siri, Puppet, and a couple others are in a DnD group. I'm the mage but I don't have healing spells. Eclipse, our rogue, has every single healing spell.

Moon: Makes sense.

Eclipse: I am not your local doctor! I'm the sickest fucker here!

Moon: You're right, you're sick. Sirius, I'll replace your eye, then you can go visit Eclipse if you want to see him still.

Sirius: Thanks, just gotta sneak away before Char notices. I think Al should boot his performance programming soon anyway so I can sneak out then, since he's always distracted whenever the performance programming takes over.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #the daycare group chat au #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf lunar #fnaf bolide #fnaf solar flare #kill code moon #fnaf good eclipse #fnaf sirius #fnaf brown dwarf #fnaf supermassive #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf harvest moon #fnaf sun #snoweywrites #tw cursing #tw sick mention #tw drinking mention #tw caps #tw injury mention #tw neglect mention #tw abuse mention

[noonesgaylikegatson]

It's extremely homophobic when people constantly talk about the privilege of gay men. It's truly the mark of a homophobe to me.

Because, gay men, existing across the world, the majority in countries where gay rights aren't legal. Many living in countries where being openly gay is punishably by law.

Uganda passing a law that essentially makes being gay illegal. A law so strict, that even housing a gay person can put you in jail.

Even when we live in 'progressive" nations, we are still affected by random acts of homophobia. Homophobia is systematic. Enforced. Engrained.

Straight people can pretend to be allies all they want, but when they refuse to address the truth that society views gay men as expendable, and unprotected, and week. And it just sucks when people in our broader LGBT+ and Queer community refuse to the address the truth as well.

Why do straight men know that they can get on grindr and find gay men to rob? Because they know that society doesn't care and the police doesn't care when we go hurt and when we go missing. A serial killer was able to go on for an extended period of time because the police refused to investigate further. And I am not talking about about just Dahmer.

Even this year in NYC, 2023, we had a gang go into clubs and drug gay men to rob them, resulting in the death of two individuals. Only when their families cried out to the media, that this issue was brought to light. And that the police knew about this issue, but didn't even think to warn us. It was gay men with good enough social media followings that had to sound the alarm. Thankfully the gang was caught.

We also had in NYC, a young black teenage boy murdered and his body burned and left on the train tracks. His assailants were caught.

A tiktok went viral recently of a brother coming to his neighbor's house to use their phone to call his dad, because his brother killed himself. His brother had came out as gay to the family, and was accepted and loved and then returned to school, and came out and was horribly bullied. He took his own life.

With teachers being called groomers for being gay, gay authors having their books taken down. Sending death threats to drag queens.

So when people are constantly talking about the privilege of gay men, I really do think they're a homophobe. Because, we have so many things going on that we need to talk about and need to address, but you're more focused on telling us to take a backseat because we have so much? Every group has their privileges and privileged. Yet, that doesn't' negate the suffering that they face from systemic discrimination.

Why do you not want to have a real conversation?

#gmadi #gay men #homophobia

[horizonsstandstill]

I'm also against using "rest in power" or other Black terminology for white people.

For several reasons, such as;

- It's easy to provoke disenfranchised Black people into starting divisive arguments because they want their oppression to be heard, and psyops take advantage of that,

- Terms Black people coined are always taken out of context and this harms their ability to fight against oppression when they are using them,

- The use of more revolutionary and provocative terms will give the agents of imperialism a hard time to shame the people into silence or denounce them as racists,

- Our terminology should include horizons, visions and goals that will encourage our people and make the enemies shake.

Therefore I suggest using terms such as;

- May your sacrifice be a milestone in a society we will build on the ashes of imperialism,

- Rest knowing that the empire will crumble with your spark,

- We will remember your heroic act as a catalyst for the destruction of our oppressors,

- You will never be forgotten unlike the colonial order we will dismantle.

See if the psyops could argue with these. And whenever people use divisive arguments, don't argue. Ask them questions on the issues such as what they think of cops, military industrial complex, prison and slavery system, indigenous rights and who are their favourite Black thinkers. If they can't provide satisfactory answers, don't engage them. They deserve cancelling over speaking about things they don't understand.

Black people in the imperial core can be the victims of the imperialism as well as the perpetrators of it. It depends on how disenfranchised they are and how much they are willing to suck up to the white supremacist order in order to be able to oppress other people. Everyone can serve as an agent of imperialism regardless of race, class, gender, disability or any other axis of oppression. That is not even limited to imperial core. That's why it's up to the oppressed to think about who are benefiting their actions.

It's important that the electronics we use to do our "activism" come at the price of the suffering of Congolese people. Possibly Bolivian people too. Also the sufferings of the workers that are exploited in the Far Eastern countries. We all could suffer from imperialism while using the materials extracted through the imperial order of suffering. That doesn't make any of us less oppressed. It gives us a duty to try to end all kinds of oppression and dismantle the imperialist system altogether.

As a side note, discriminating against people while advocating against other types of discrimination makes a person a disgusting hypocrite.

If your communism ends when you think you can't consume products from underdeveloped countries cheaply, you're a scum.

If your anarchism ends when you think it's not okay for people to gather and build structures out of their own volition for only themselves after the revolution, you're a scum.

If your feminism finds it convenient to stereotype men of other races and caricaturise them as monsters, you are the monster.

If your veganism doesn't recognise the situations of indigenous people and disabled people, sufferings of agriculture workers and environmental degradation that vegan products cause, it means you're not against cruelty to all living beings. You're just a self righteous idiot.

If your anti violence is only for those who resist against the legal order that oppresses themselves, you are amongst the perpetrators of said oppression, deserving of violent resistance against yourself.

If your queer rights activism ends at the people who are acceptable queers in your worldview, you're a bootlicker of the patriarchy. Those boots are coming for you next.

If your disability advocacy is not inclusive of recreational use of substances -legal or illegal-, you're just another selfish person being loud.

These are just examples. They can be multiplied into several cases.

Being against one type of bigotry doesn't excuse other types of bigotry. People can make these mistakes for a lot of reasons, but once it's explained to them if they continue their bigotry, they should be cancelled altogether. We should not engage them at all, and a blocklist is in order. No need to waste our time in good faith because of bad faith actors.

Say, "Okay, bigot/bootlicker/racist so on..." to call them out. Then blocked. If they learn, they have to learn it the hard way.

#racism #aaron bushnell #colonialism #Palestine #resistance #imperialism

[quodekash]

GUESS WHO'S BACK

finally time to finish the last fifteen minutes (and one second) of our skyy 2

based on my current track record, itll take about an hour to get through those 15 minutes but its fine, im prepared

or maybe im not prepared. im so scared

hey that rhymed!

okay. stop stalling. time to actually watch it.

holy hell wish me luck

i still dont know how i feel about them

i actually dont remember them much

i think they were really controlling?

WAIT THATS RIGHT I HATE THEM

his dad SUCKS, and his mum said that the only way she would let him become a teacher is if he went to freaking america

why america

COME TO AUSTRALIA INSTEAD

the amount of times that people in thai bls have gone to freaking america instead of australia is astounding

WE ACTUALLY HAVE A GOOD EDUCATION SYSTEM

well... its not necessarily good.

buT ITS BETTER THAN FREAKING AMERICA

WE HAVE GUN LAWS

WE HAVE SYSTEMS AND STUFF THAT ARE MORE SIMILAR TO THAILAND THAN AMERICA

WE'RE CLOSER GEOGRAPHICALLY, AND WE'RE SUPER MULTICULTURAL, PARTICULARLY WHEN IT COMES TO ASIAN COMMUNITIES, SO (i think) YOU'RE STATISTICALLY MORE LIKELY TO FIND PEOPLE WHO KNOW YOUR BIRTH LANGUAGE THAN YOU WILL IF YOU GO TO FREAKING AMERICA

i could rant about this all day but ive only been watching for 30 seconds and its been 12 minutes already so im gonna keep watching

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

DONT APOLOGISE TO THOSE BITCHES

oh. they like him?

hmm...

well i still dont like them

EEEEE

HIS SMILEEEE

HE LOVES HIS HUSBANDDDD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

dude your eyes are so bloodshot. have you slept??

you should sleep my guy

and no, having sex with your super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot boyfriend does not count as sleep

(pls tell me someone got that reference)

let's be real, that's a really good looking cake

i rly wanna eat it

i want cake now

why is she nodding

are they about to give their approval for marriage?

pls let phuphatian get married

pls let there be a special episode where they get married

i dont want this to be the end of them

i love them too much to say goodbye

it feels a lot like a marriage approval thing

but also... does he love tian the most? or is the one thing he loves most like. his nose hair plucker or something.

ARE THEY GETTING MARRIED OR NOT, IM STILL CONFUSED

i have a question

have they spoken to tian about this? i still dont really understand what theyre talking about, but have they spoken to tian about it?

also: where the hell is tian right now

nooooo

bye bye tul :(

i love you tul

marriage????? maybe???????? im still not sure

okay, okay, okay, so he's turned around, he's not facing phu right now, and when he turns around, phu's gonna be on one knee???? maybe????

DID I NOT JUST

OH MY GOSH

HOLY MCFLIPPING BAJOOLIES

THEYRE ACTUALLY DOING IT???

HE'S TEARING UP

SO AM I

AND SO IS TIAN

I AM SOBBING PROFUSELY

HE DID THE HAND KISS

HE DID THE FREAKING HAND KISS

I AM NOT OKAY

AAAAAAAAAAAA

he interlocked their fingers.

he interlocked their freaking fingers.

GOEJRBSDGOVJKLBERSODUFGJK;LBVERD

GFIU43EWJGKBOPUVWEBRS

I ALWAYS SAY THEYRE HUSBANDS

BUT NOW THEY CAN ACTUALLY BE HUSBANDS

wait

frick

gay marriage still isnt legal in thailand

well... i mean they can technically get married in another country

they should get married in australia

and invite me to the wedding

NO

WAIT

FLASHBACKS???

STOP

STOP IT

I DIDNT SIGN UP FOR THIS

I DIDNT SIGN UP FOR FLASHBACKS

NOOOO IM GONNA CRY AGAIN

its gotten to the point where im sobbing about how short he is

NOOO IS THAT IT???

OH HELL YES TY P'AOF FOR ALWAYS HAVING AN END CREDITS SCENE THING

AWWWW HE'S CONTINUING THE STORY ONLINEEE

they gonna fu-

<3

also we got to see yod again!!

i love them all so much

well. that's the end of me. i am dead.

phutian are officially husbands, and im gonna go cry for the rest of the year

#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep #our skyy 2 #a tale of thousand stars #atots #os2 #1000stars #phutian #phuphatian #our skyy x 1000 stars #our skyy x atots #earthmix #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap

[404name-not-found]

Vent post about system stuff incoming:

Also if you don't support in-system relationships just fuck off this specific post ok? Not in the mood to hear it

The concept of spending the rest of my life only ever half able to touch my wife (he/they) is fucking depressing. I can feel him because I mainly sit internally, and I know he can, to some degree, feel a ghost of where I'm touching him (not that way I'm referring to cuddling and kissing the rest is no one else's business) but it's not the same.

I will never be able to hold him the way his partner with a separate body can. While I'm not jealous of said partner, it does feel like something about me will always be inferior. I know if I had my body, I would not be able to hear his thoughts and know his feelings so we wouldn't work as well as we do, and probably would not be anywhere near as in love as we are because we don't deal with all the time wasted by misunderstandings and such. But I also know that if I had my body I could marry him legally, and I could be supporting him because my body was not disabled. I could take care of him in ways I just can't as things are. If I had my body, I could fill the roles I can't fill because we share a brain and body.

I wish with everything in me I had my body and still had the ability to communicate the way we do. I wouldn't have seen him in so many abusive relationships. I wouldn't watch him struggle to get things done and get what he needs. I was able to work in my fictional canon! I made plenty enough to support us! But I can't.

I know a miracle let me literally cover a gap between worlds to let us be together even though here I'm considered fictional. And somewhere deep down I know it wasn't a miracle, it was a world of hurt I wish he'd never gone through. And I know I should just be grateful I have him and we can be together despite how absolutely impossible it realistically is that we managed this.

I couldn't imagine a world without him, and I would never want to take the step back that would come with losing sharing the same head the way we do, but there's just a lot about sharing a body that makes a relationship like ours feel like we're so close to being perfect and the only thing in the way is one missing electrified meatsuit.

Don't misunderstand, while despite all the scientific knowledge I do have, I have no understanding of the science that makes it so he can kiss the air or a pillow using the body and *only* have the same biological reactions as he would with another body if one of us is kissing him in the head at the same time, I am eternally grateful for it. But for once, would like to stop being scientific wonder and be a man and his wife with nothing extraordinary besides the amount we love each other.

There's nothing to say or do to make it better; I'll feel okay tonight when he's laying in my arms since the body dissociates well enough when we're laying down to sleep that we can almost entirely feel each other, but for now it sucks and there's nothing that's ever going to change it. I spend 99% of my time grateful that I was given the chance to know him and love him and be loved by him and I wouldn't risk it for anything, but that doesn't mean I don't wish we could fill that last gap to where this would be perfect for him the way it is for me.

He deserves a relationship that can give him everything someone with another body can with someone who would *never* use that body to cause him harm, not with someone who is in the process of being taught not to. He deserves to kiss someone without flashbacks of that person forcing that kiss a few short years ago.

He deserves to have the whole experience of a relationship with someone who genuinely loves him without any backstory of beating or assaulting him in any way. Instead the closest he gets is always wondering if the only reason I'm safe is because I don't have a body to hurt him with. And I do not blame him at all for wondering that - every non-middle school relationship he's had besides one that didn't end up with that happening has been with those of us in his head. But I want to prove to him that people can love him without causing pain. That he SHOULD be loved in ways that do not cause pain. That no one should be hurting him and calling it love and there is nothing about having a body that causes them to behave that way. That what they did was choice they made and kept making, not inherrent to using body separate of his. Maybe then he'd be able to understand that he deserved better than what he got.

#this is honestly just talking circles #but needed to get it off my chest #because this hits in very painful ways sometimes #and tonight is one such time #sysblr #did support #did system #alter relationships #in system relationship #in system dating #system #system relationships #actually did #did alter #did community #did osdd #osddid #did #hb #vent post

[little-diable]

The Darkest Night - Tom Holland (smut)

This is a Purge themed imagine, but a tamer version, since I know the dark dark stuff wouldn't be read on here. I'll probably write a version 2 with a dark ending, which I'll post on Ao3. And for the ones of you that don't understand the smutty part - once again, speaking from experience, it wouldn't be read otherwise. If you don't like this theme, just don't read it. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader decides to purge, to kill the woman that has ruined her reputation, but she certainly didn't expect to cross paths with her boyfriend in the darkest night of the year.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected shower sex, breeding kink, degration, mentions blood, weapons, blackmail, violence, betrayal, purge

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader (3.3k words)

Header by my babe @hidingsikki

"This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning, until 7 a.m., when the Purge concludes. Blessed by our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all." 

(Y/n) was staring at the screen with her heart in her throat. It was finally time, after plotting this day for months, endless nights that have kept her awake. All for this very day to come. 

She was dressed in an all black outfit, one hand holding onto her gun, the other was grasping her mask tightly. She’d make it out alive, would survive this night, the only Purge she’d be part of. Perhaps it was sick of her, to give into her anger, to let go of all moral codes that have been forced into her brain. But now she no longer could turn back. She had to do it. 

Every lesson learned was left behind, at least for the upcoming hours, the darkest night of the year. With one last glance at the tv, she shut off the lights in her apartment. Her thumbs clicked onto her phone screen, shooting her boyfriend Tom one last “I love you, take care” before she shut off the device. If she’d kill, she’d do it without leaving any traces - even if it was legal what she was about to do. 

The streets were eerily silent, quiet as if nothing unusual was going on, as if she wouldn’t have to fear for her life. (Y/n) tried to keep on breathing, wanting to distract her brain from the waves of nervousness that swapped upon her, keeping her trapped like a hostage forgotten in a dark cell, left to rot. 

Tonight she’ll take the soul of the one woman that has made her life a living hell, the woman that has ruined her reputation with her lies and rumours, stories that have ripped (y/n) away from her work, her friends and family. And all she had left was Tom, who had decided to stick with her through it all. A love made for eternity. 

Ever since the idea of purging has found its way to (y/n), she started to remember the route to Simone’s house, knowing where to turn, where to cross the streets, while staying hidden from those who had a similar mission to hers. She was careful, would stop every now and then to listen, wondering if anybody was close, if anybody was watching her. 

But she couldn’t hear much, a scream would rumble through the night every few minutes, but that was it. As if death itself had taken the voices of those bleeding out on the cold ground. 

With a deep breath sucked into her aching lungs, (y/n) rounded the corner to the street Simone was living in. Her mask hid her dilated pupils, the heat that flushed through her body like a fire burning a whole city to the ground. Trembling hands tightened their grip on her gun, double checking the magazine before she came to a halt in front of her destination. The house of her archenemy. 

“Simone,” (y/n) singsung the name as she knocked on the door, patiently waiting for the woman to react. But the house stayed silent, no reaction followed. (Y/n) called the name again and again, each syllable grew louder than the one before, set on luring the woman out of her house. Annoyance simmered inside (y/n), already hanging onto the last thread of her patience. 

(Y/n) started pacing, eyes flickering to the windows she’d target next, set on forcing her way into the house. One way or another, she’d finish her mission before sunrise. But before she could even try and do so, the door was pushed open, exposing three dark figures with masks covering their faces. 

“Sorry for the wait, Simone is kind of busy right now.” The teasing voice wrapped itself around (y/n), forcing her to freeze as the three started walking towards her, grasping her forearms, taking the gun from her before she could turn around and run. She was dragged into the house, towards what she assumed to be the living room. And there she was, the woman (y/n) wanted to kill. So close though yet so far away from her. Simone was tied to a chair, blood clung to her tear-stained cheeks, somebody has clearly roughed her up. 

“Well, who’s that?” An all too familiar voice spoke up, body turned towards a trembling (y/n). “Cat’s got your tongue? Don’t worry, darling. We were just getting started, welcome to the party.”

“Tom?” Her trembling words echoed through the living room, she could only watch as the man momentarily froze, turned away from Simone to study the intruder. He took off his mask, exposing his features to her, his espresso colored locks and his dark eyes - the sight coaxed a confused gasp out of (y/n), not understanding why her boyfriend was standing in the house of the woman she wanted to kill. “What are you doing here?” 

“(Y/n)? Fuck, let her go.” His hand found hers, pulling his girlfriend into his chest to rip the mask off her face. Tom kissed her before she could ask another question, successfully shutting her up - at least for a few seconds. “What were you trying to do?”

“I,” she stuttered, brain not able to catch up with her surroundings. “I want to make her pay for what she has done.”

“Oh, darling.” Tom kissed her again before he took a step back and another, till he reached a crying Simone. “You see, I can’t let you do that. Simone’s lovely husband is owing me some money and I can’t let her go till he gives in and comes here. You understand that, don’t you?” He was belittling her as if she had no say in the outcome of this very night. And perhaps she hadn't, perhaps she has lost the game the second she has left her apartment behind.

“Money? What are you talking about?” She was growing antsy, feeling as if she was stuck in a dream, unsure when she'd wake. (Y/n)’s eyes flickered from Simone to Tom, wondering if she’d make it out of the house at all, if she could still trust the man she called her boyfriend. 

“That’s nothing you need to worry about, love. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable while we wait for Jeffrey to return.” The tone of his voice told her everything she needed to know, there was no use in arguing, no use in standing up for herself - at least not if she wanted to make it out alive. Goosebumps covered her arms as she was forced to the sofa, pressed into the fabric by the man standing behind her, hand firmly placed on her shoulder.

“Tom, let me go, please.” It was worth a try, a try that was met by his chuckles and a cry rumbling through Simone. (Y/n)’s eyes flickered to the woman, Tom had forced his knife knife into her thigh, pinning her trembling leg to the chair. A sickening sight that made bile rise in (y/n)’s throat. 

“Oh, darling. Where would be the fun in that? You wanted to kill her after all, shouldn’t this excite you?” He was toying with her, clearly proving to the crying woman that she wasn’t as strong and ruthless as she had believed. (Y/n) shook her head, throat tightening up with every breath that wanted to escape her burning lungs, making her feel as if she had swallowed ash from the trees Tom had burnt to the ground around her. 

Trees symbolic of her dreams, desires and thoughts. Trees with strong roots his touch and words have cut through like they were mere strings. The puppet had dropped to the ground, no longer guided. The curtain has fallen, ending the show right there and then.

The second Tom turned away from her, towards the other men, (y/n)’s eyes connected with Simone’s. She was shaking in the chair, slowly bleeding out as she was growing dizzy. (Y/n) wasn’t sure what she should feel, anger directed at Tom for destroying her plans? Anger directed at herself for feeling sympathy for Simone? Confusion about Tom’s motives? Anxiety? Sadness?

It was too much, too much for her and her racing heart. 

Tom’s phone started ringing, a sound that distracted the men from the two women. (Y/n)’s name was called by Simone, forcing her eyes back to the woman she has always hated, “You have to help me, I’m begging you.” 

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before ruining my life with your vile rumours.” (Y/n) didn’t want to show off the sympathy simmering deep inside of her, the thoughts racing through her mind, wondering how she could help the bleeding out woman. 

“(Y/n), you have to help me. I am sorry for what I did, I truly am.” Tears dripped down Simone’s face, onto her blood covered thighs, like rain falling onto lava, trying to clean the wound that had bit itself into her flesh. And in that moment everything began to shift, Simone no longer was the cruel devil (y/n) had made her out to be, all she was was a woman begging for help. 

“How sweet, look at you two bonding. Who would have thought?” Tom’s voice left them both frozen, pupils dilated as if they were staring into the headlights of a car heading their way, about to drive them against the wall. “(Y/n) won’t help you, Simone. She came here to kill you, remember? But don’t you worry, your husband will be here any moment now.”

(Y/n)‘s head was spinning, she couldn’t focus, couldn’t even properly breathe as Tom knelt on the ground in front of her. His bloody fingers tipped on her chin, forcing her to look at his smiling features. There was nothing sweet about the way he looked at her, pupils darker than the night she was currently living through, no longer lively or full of love. A silent warning. She could end up like Simone - if she’d go against him. 

Tom’s fingers caught the silent tears rolling down (y/n)’s cheeks, he pressed a kiss to her skin, murmuring a small “it will soon be over” before he rose to his feet. Just in time to turn towards the door Simone’s husband pushed open. Like a deer caught in the night, he stared at the group, gaze flickering between his wife and Tom. 

“I brought the money, untie her.” The man’s voice trembled, clearly scared and anxious. But Tom only tilted his head to his right side, staring at the man as he pondered over his next move. He didn’t speak up as he pointed his hand towards Simone, waiting till one of his friends had freed her. “Here, have your money and leave.”

Tom ripped the bag from the man’s grasp, checking the money before he nodded his head, “It was good seeing you again, Jeffrey. Hopefully you’ll learn from this. Bye Simone.” 

(Y/n) was pulled from her seat, gaze finding Simone’s as she was pushed out of the door, following Tom and his friends to their SUV. Before (y/n) could think twice, she ripped herself out of the man’s grasp and started running, down the street, away from the group. They were hot on her heels, screaming her name in hopes of slowing the woman down, but she kept running, with her lungs aching in pain. 

She rounded the first corner, gaze finding Tom’s as she looked back. A miserable mistake. 

(Y/n) bumped right into a group of people, caught in the middle as they formed a circle around her, separating her from Tom and his friends. They were all wearing masks of celebrities, covered in blood. The sight momentarily distracted her, trying to find a way out of the group as Tom called for her. 

“Let her go, she belongs to us.” One of the guys circling around (y/n) turned towards Tom, a dark chuckle rumbled through him. He was holding a gun, slowly pointing it at Tom. 

“Seems like she now belongs to us, leave before I shoot you.” A cry bled from (y/n)’s lips, and even though she had tried to hold the sound back from rumbling through her, it was exactly what would help her. The group looked at her, just for a second, though a second Tom used to shoot the guy that had talked to him in the face. 

All hell broke loose, shots were fired, screams echoed through the night, and in the middle stood (y/n). She didn’t get the chance to run again, was pulled into Tom’s chest, who forced her back down the street to their SUV. 

“You stupid girl, can't you behave for once?” Annoyance dripped from Tom’s thin lips, he was just as confused by the past hours, not understanding what was going on. No further words were spoken, silence engulfed the group as they drove through the streets, past corpses, groups of people with their own masks covering their faces. And they all had their stories to tell, stories of the darkest night. 

The car came to a halt in front of (y/n)’s apartment, for a few moments none of them moved, only as Tom murmured her name did (y/n) push the door open. Tom followed her inside, not giving her a chance to distance herself as they were watching his friends drive off. 

“I have to say, I certainly didn’t expect to cross paths with you tonight.” Her dark apartment allowed her to close her tired eyes, for just a moment, combing through her thoughts and memories of the past hours. It felt like a simulation, blurry and confusing, a dream she had been ripped from before the big finale. But (y/n) wasn’t sure if she wanted to experience the finale after all. 

“Could say the same about you, Tom.” She emphasised every word, clearly speaking with anger burning on her tongue. Both stared at one another as Tom slowly started to move closer, hands cupping her cheeks to pull her in for a kiss. The kiss didn’t last long, broken by her heavy gasps, “I need a shower and some time to think.”

“I won’t leave, not tonight, not before we get this behind us.” He followed her into her bathroom, silently undressing one another to let the hot water wash away the blood and tears sticking to their skin. Tom’s hand couldn’t stop wandering up and down her sides, pulling her closer, allowing her to rest her heavy head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you, but I couldn’t give in in front of her.”

“Mhm,” (y/n) pressed a kiss to his neck, hands stroking along his abs, moving further down south. “Distract me, we’ll talk about this tomorrow.” 

Tom didn’t need to hear another word, he pushed her against the shower tiles and pulled one of her legs around his waist, giving him enough space to reach her aching cunt. His fingers teased her clit, slowly rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making sure to ground her before waves of heat could rip her away from reality. His name echoed through the bathroom, spoken with her head thrown back and her eyes closed, relishing in the feeling they’d chase as often as time would allow it. 

“My darling, you looked so hot turning up at her door, ready to kill. Should have fucked you right there and then. Bet you would have loved to choke on my cock in front of her.” Tom’s words coaxed a moan out of her, she could only nod, not daring to speak up as the pace of his movements grew faster. She was dripping, arousal running down her thighs like honey dripping from one’s lips. 

Two of his fingers found her entrance, for a second he haltered, admiring her pleasure drunken features, but with another moan clawing through her he gave in. His fingers stretched her walls, just enough to prepare her for the burn that would follow as he fucks her. (Y/n)’s fingernails left crescent shapes on his shoulders, burning her touch into his skin as he fucked her to her high. 

“Can feel you clenching around my fingers, you desperate girl. You saw me kill a guy and you are still begging for my cock, you belong to me. Forever.” (Y/n) came with a cry bubbling out of her, tightening her grip on his shoulders to stop her body from giving in. Her orgasm rocked through her like a tsunami, an earthquake would follow soon enough, rippling through her with its inhumane strength. 

He didn’t let go of her trembling frame, was holding her close as he brushed the tip of his twitching cock through her slit, “Ready?” The second she nodded her head, Tom pushed into her tightness, forcing her walls apart with his girth. Neither of them needed any time to adjust, (y/n) was still quivering from her orgasm, and Tom was desperate to fill her with his cum, to imprint himself on her walls. 

Their movements were rushed, urged on by their carnal desire, the desperate need to reach the highest peak again, “Just like that princess, feels like you were made for me, made to take my cock. I can’t wait to fill you up, to pump you full with my cum.” 

Shudders ran down her spine as she moaned his name, distracted by the feeling of his cock spearing her with every thrust. It was a sinful feeling, so addicting she wasn’t even sure how she could go a day without being touched by him. 

“Feels so good, use me, Tom. Please, fill me up.” The mere thought seemed to excite the two, Tom picked up the speed of his thrusts, growing faster and harder with every passing second. (Y/n) could tell that her second orgasm would soon follow, not able to drag out the moment as her tired body would give in. 

But Tom wasn’t done with her just yet, he pulled out of her and turned her around, front pushed against the cold tiles. The water kept running, engulfing the two in its warm embrace, kept safe from the raging disaster outside her door. He pushed into her again, forcing her to take him from behind. 

With her fingers rubbing her clit and Tom fucking her harder than probably ever before, (y/n) came around him. Her screams were drowned out by his moans, filling the room like a fire going off, forcing soldiers to start running. Tom followed her down the edge, his cock twitched, cum painting her walls white as he came with a growl. 

She felt his heat stream through her, sticking to her like a memory following her around for days. Carefully he pulled out of her, stabilising her tired frame, silently cleaning them both again before they stepped out of the shower. 

No further words were spoken between the two as they found comfort in her bed, drifting  off to sleep with smiles on their lips. As morning would break, the memories of the past night would be left behind, buried like the corpses littering the streets of the darkest night. 

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Some thoughts on the GTA6/Rockstar leaks

I’ve gotten a bunch of questions about the leaked GTA6 footage and I thought I would address them today. First, I want to say that I sympathize with the team. This is not how it was supposed to go and it really sucks that the leak happened. There are plenty of things worth getting mad at Rockstar and Take Two over, but this is not one of them. It really sucks when people rush to judgement on your work, especially based on wrong or out-of-date information. This is why publishers usually don’t announce games until there’s something to show. Every game in early development stages generally looks pretty awful.

Second, I encourage you all to read this post if you haven’t: 

[What are the negative impacts of leaks? How damaging can they be for the game?]

Leaks suck for the team because we can’t control the message and there’s always missing context that the leak doesn’t provide. You might see some videos of in-progress work, but you don’t know what the goals for each part of the game are, or how this feature is there to lay the foundation for a much bigger system to be built on top of what you see. There’s a ton of planning, discussion, prototyping, reviewing, and improving of the ideas, designs, art, and technology that happens over the course of the game. Without that context, there’s no way that any outsider would be able to understand what they’re even supposed to be looking for, let alone whether what they’re seeing is good. And there’s no way for us to give outsiders that context without basically showing everything including our discussions, our meetings, our dealings with licensors whose IP we’re using, our technical, scheduling, legal, and budgetary considerations, and so on. That isn’t feasible for a multitude of reasons.

The other thing I wanted to talk about is how the leaks got out. Given the nature of the leaked data - a large number of short video clips of in-development demonstrating features and the like - I suspect what happened was a breach of some kind from Rockstar’s chosen messaging app. I suspect this for a few reasons:

Messaging apps aren’t directly behind the company VPN. A lot of companies use Slack or Microsoft Teams for internal messaging, but they do not require the VPN to connect. I need to connect to my company VPN to sync the project, but I don’t need it for email or messenger. I can also access the company messenger app via my phone. This also means that somebody who steals my phone can open up my messenger app and have access to the full content there. It’s also a lot easier to steal a phone than it is a workstation.

Internal messaging is a necessity because many of us are still working from home and a requirement to coordinate teams in different time zones. GTA is an enormous project with hundreds of developers working on it, they are likely scattered across the globe.

The video clips weren’t only of bugs, but a lot of demos for features. If it were lifted from the bug database, the vast majority of videos would be of bugs. Short video clips shared to various channels in the messenger to show off new features coming online happens a lot. 

I will remind you that I am no security expert. This is 100% speculation. It is only one possibility that fits the set of facts and is nowhere near the only possibility. It could be this or it could be something else entirely. 

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Chapter One (Avengers AU): If I Could Fly

A/N: This is it! The first chapter of the series that's been in development for, like, six months hehe. 🥲 Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you all have an amazing day!! 🥰

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TW: Lots of cursing, attempts at comedy, a brief violent scene, mention of guns but no one gets shot this time :), attempted use of Spanish, Y/N cares for children, Yoohyeon gets K.O.'d, diversion from canon events because if Marvel can do it then so can I!

Yoohyeon smiles as she soars through the sky. Her mechanical wings carry her in the air as she scans the ground for any sign of life.

“Any movement, Falcon?” Captain America’s voice rings through her earpiece.

Yoohyeon chuckles before shaking her head.

“Ah, we’re using code names now? How odd… And I don’t see any movement, Captain America.”

“You know what I meant, Yooh.”

Another voice, one that's calmer and more reasonable, enters the communication channel.

“You should work on being more specific, Cap.”

“Widow! Stay out of this!” Captain America yells which causes the Black Widow and Yoohyeon to laugh in harmony.

“She does have a point.” Yoohyeon says before spotting something on the ground.

“I always do!”

Yoohyeon hears Captain America grumble as she watches someone walk on the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

“Wait, I see somebody moving! Are you sure that this is the right person we’ve been tracking?”

Yoohyeon lands on top of a nearby building as she awaits advice from her friend and colleague.

“They’re heading into the electronics store, right?”

“Yes, Cap.” Yoohyeon answers as the hooded figure slips into the store. “Who exactly are we looking for, anyways?”

“They call themselves La Rosa Sangrienta. It’s Spanish, and it translates to The Bloody Rose.” Black Widow answers.

“That doesn’t sound good. Do you have any background info or any identifying features on this person?” Yoohyeon asks as she prepares to launch her pride and joy, Redwing.

“That’s the thing, Yoohyeon. There’s nothing about this person. No ID, no legal records, no anything. Whoever this is really doesn’t want to be found and identified.” Captain America explains as Yoohyeon sighs.

“Why exactly are we here?” Yoohyeon hovers her hand over the launch button.

“They’re a criminal, Yooh. We have to stop them before somebody gets seriously hurt.”

“Have the two of you forgotten that we’re all criminals too?”

“I-” Captain America sighs. “We wouldn’t have asked you to be here if we didn’t think that lives were in danger.”

Yoohyeon laughs before pressing the launch button.

“You don’t have to suck up to me, Cap. I was just giving you shit.”

“Asshole.” Black Widow mumbles as Yoohyeon starts to work with Redwing.

Yoohyeon smirks as she looks at the device on her wrist. She can see everything that Redwing sees with that small, miraculous invention.

“Alright, buddy, show me what’s happening.”

“Do you actually talk to that thing?”

Yoohyeon blushes at the Widow’s words.

“Sh-shut up!”

~

Yoohyeon tightly clutches the red carnations in her hand as she stares at the phone in her other hand.

I hope this address is right; otherwise, I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

She slips the phone into her pocket as she approaches the small house on the corner of the street.

I’ve missed talking to Y/N so much, and I hope that we can start where we left off.

Yoohyeon sighs deeply as she walks to the front door. She stares at the door for a few moments before knocking on it.

After that disastrous mission last night, I deserve to have something go right for me.

~

Redwing was able to slip into the building because the person of interest didn’t bother to close the door behind them.

Yoohyeon thought that was a bit weird, since most common criminals liked to be on the safe side.

“Hey, Cap, I’ve got eyes on our target in the building.”

Yoohyeon awaits an answer, but no voice comes from her earpiece. She taps the earpiece before sighing in frustration.

“I told Cap that she needs to upgrade that system of hers. It’s absolutely ancient, which is perfect for her, but it fails in moments like these.” Yoohyeon talks to herself before looking back at her wrist.

Yoohyeon gasps before tapping the screen.

“Redwing’s down. I’ve got no eyes on them. Does anyone copy?” Yoohyeon tries to speak to them again, but her efforts fail.

“Damn it!” Yoohyeon kicks the roof in anger. “I knew I shouldn’t have taken this job.”

Yoohyeon peers over the edge to look in the store, but the person has already abandoned the store.

A voice rings out from behind Yoohyeon.

“Estúpida.”

Yoohyeon quickly turns around, but she’s met with the business end of a gun.

“Hola, mi amiga.” The hooded figure from earlier presses the barrel of the gun close to Yoohyeon. “Care to chat for a bit?”

~

Yoohyeon sighs in relief when you answer the door.

Thank goodness you’re still here. I can’t believe that out of the two of us, you’re the one who chose to stay in this small town.

“Yooh? Are you really here in the flesh and blood?” You softly ask as you step onto your porch. “I’ve missed you so much.”

She doesn’t have time to respond as you pull her into a tight hug. Yoohyeon manages to save the flowers as she wraps one of her arms around you.

You’re still as sweet as ever. I’m glad that you haven’t changed after all of these years.

You pull away from her, and Yoohyeon notices tears running down your face.

“Shit, it’s been so hard having to stay in this small town with no one to talk to. I can’t believe you’re here in front of me.” You sniffle before brushing tears from your eyes. “What brings you here?”

Yoohyeon nervously looks away as she tries to think of an excuse.

“I was just in town.”

“You and I both know you’re lying, Yooh. Was it Avenger-related?”

Yoohyeon nods.

“Yeah, it was.”

A high-pitched voice squeal erupts from inside your home. Yoohyeon peers inside your door, only to see two small children arguing in the foyer.

When did Y/N have children? Am I too late?

“Hey, stop that!” The girl yells before biting her brother.

“Y/N-ah, she’s biting me!” The boy yells before running off.

The girl is immediately on his tail after she chases after him while giggling.

You immediately blush before closing the door halfway.

“So… when did you have kids?” Yoohyeon asks after a moment of awkward silence.

“I didn’t.”

“How did you-”

You quickly interrupt Yoohyeon.

“Can we talk about this inside? I can make lunch if you’d like.”

Yoohyeon smiles at you.

“That sounds great!”

You smile back at her, and Yoohyeon feels her heart melt like it did all of those years ago.

“Who are the flowers for?”

“Ah…” Yoohyeon lets a blush appear on her face as she shyly hands them to you. “They're for you. I had a hard time choosing which flower to buy because you deserve all of them, but then I realized that you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen and I-”

You chuckle before placing a finger on her lips. Yoohyeon turns a darker shade of red as she looks directly into your eyes.

Why does this feel so familiar, yet so different?

“After all of these years, you still haven’t changed. I’m glad that you’re the same Yooh Bear that you were as a teen.”

Yoohyeon laughs at your childhood name for her.

“I’m glad that you think so, my deer.”

You laugh alongside her as you take the flowers from her hands.

Yoohyeon enters the house as you intertwine your free hand with hers. For the first time in years, Yoohyeon is a blushing mess with every word and action that you take.

~

“I feel like the gun that’s pointed at me is a good sign that I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Yoohyeon usually was one to joke, but her one-liners greatly increased in the face of adversity.

“I’m not in the mood to joke. I just want some information out of you.” The figure says before pulling their hood off.

They’re wearing a skull mask with a black robe, and their hair is pulled back. The mask changes their voice past the point of recognition.

“Well, if you put the gun down, I’ll tell you everything you want.”

Yoohyeon tries to reason with them, but they laugh instead.

“You first. Disable your wings and that robotic pet of yours.” They say before pushing the gun further into Yoohyeon’s chest.

Yoohyeon feels Redwing reattach to her back, and she decides to comply with the stranger.

“That’s it. I don’t have any more weapons.” Yoohyeon says as she slides her hands behind her back.

“Good. Do you know of an Agent 13 that was associated with S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“Nope. I’m not involved with S.H.I.E.L.D.” Yoohyeon sighs as she quietly removes the gun is removed from her back pocket. “You have the wrong Avenger, I’m afraid.”

“Damn.” The figure shakes their head before pulling the robe off of themselves with one hand.

Like Yoohyeon, they have a device attached to their wrist. Yoohyeon’s eyes drift towards the device.

“You’re not the only techie around, Falcon. I know my way around a computer or two.” The figure says before throwing their robe off of the building.

“I’m sure that you do.” Yoohyeon slowly pulls the gun from her back holster before clicking the safety off.

“I know everything about you, Yoohyeon, and if you knew the same about me, then you’d know to stay out of my way.”

They pull a small metal circle from their pocket that glows purple. They carelessly toss the object off of the building before turning to Yoohyeon.

Yoohyeon quickly pulls her gun and prepares to fire, but the stranger pulls up their gun first. She feels something prick her leg, and she looks down to see a tranquilizer dart sticking out of her leg. She tries to hobble towards the enemy as tiredness quickly consumes her whole body.

They chuckle before holstering their own gun.

“Buenas noches, baby.”

The Bloody Rose blows a kiss before disappearing behind a flash of purple light.

Yoohyeon falls to the ground as sleep overtakes her.

She hears a voice through her earpiece, but she’s too tired to answer it.

Sleep is more important, she thinks.

As the stars shine bright in the night sky, the Falcon sleeps on her watch, and La Rose Sangrienta makes another great escape.

~

You place the flowers in a vase full of water in the middle of your kitchen island. You smile at the beauty of the red carnations before turning back to the food.

Yoohyeon carefully watches your every move as you prepare four plates.

Wouldn’t it be great if the two of you could be like this? If you weren’t such a wimp as a teen, then you could have this in your future.

Yoohyeon cringes as you pour four glasses of milk.

I can still make amends, and besides, we both stopped talking to each other at the same time.

You hand Yoohyeon her food, and she smiles at you.

“Thanks for this. It all looks so good!”

“Yeah, it does. You learn to become a good cook when you care for two kids.”

“Speaking of kids, how did you end up with those troublemakers?” Yoohyeon vaguely gestures towards the two kids who are not-so-secretly eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Hey, go out and play for a bit!”

You didn’t have to tell the kids twice, and they quickly ran out of your back door before you could finish speaking.

Yoohyeon heartily laughs before taking a bite of food as you nervously play with a strand of hair before softly sighing.

“Their mother was in a bad accident. I couldn’t let two kids go into the system when I could take care of them by myself.” You quietly explain.

“God, I’m sorry.” Yoohyeon wipes her lips with a napkin. “How did you know their mother?”

“She was an old friend of mine from college. She was a bright woman who had her whole future ahead of her too.”

You sadly look away before taking a bite of food.

“That’s enough of my depressing life.” You wave your hand in the air. “How has the Avengers business been going? The last time I saw you, you were ready to serve your country in camouflage. What changed?”

Yoohyeon raises an eyebrow at you.

“You know that I can’t discuss all of that with you. The Avengers are… taking a break. We’ve come to a disagreement on multiple things.” Yoohyeon takes another bite before talking. “As for the military, they were looking for somebody to test out the Falcon suit. I was the only one who volunteered, and well, here I am!”

You nod before plating the kids’ food. Yoohyeon opens her mouth to talk again, but her phone dings before she can say anything else. She quickly opens her phone as you look back to her.

Wolfie: Hey, we’ve got a new lead on this red rose person, and we could use your help again. That is, if you’re willing to help after what happened yesterday.

Yoohyeon: I’ll be en route soon, send me your coordinates for the meet-up location.

Wolfie: Great, and I’ll send them as soon as we pick a location to meet. I’ve got a loose end to wrap up before we meet, and then I’ll be right there.

Yoohyeon: Sounds good. Don’t take too long, you old woman.

Wolfie: Does that make you a baby in comparison?

Yoohyeon: Well played, Cap.

Yoohyeon smirks at her phone before slipping it back into her pocket.

You tilt your head at her.

“What was that about?”

“Official Avenger business, I guess. I’ll see you later, right?” Yoohyeon says before she downs the milk and food on her plate.

She quickly stands up and makes her way towards the door after pushing her plate towards the center of the table.

“Oh…” You don’t hide your disappointment as Yoohyeon briskly walks toward the door. “Be careful, alright? I still care about you.”

Yoohyeon sends you a wink.

“I will. Don’t worry about me, my dear.”

You don’t dare to correct her as you watch your childhood crush walk out of your life again.

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[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

That is not true. Paramore through their publisher demanded credit for the song. If they didn't want credit, they could have returned the credit for the song back to Olivia as well as the $150,000 Olivia had to pay Paramore in royalties. The same with Jack Antonoff. Please don't believe what these stupid celebrities say in the press. Believe the legal papers on these songs credits with the royalties payouts. You can Google it. Jack and Hayley can put on a sympathetic act for the press, but their signatures are on those royalty checks. It's also on documents crediting them for the songs. At least Taylor didn't pretend to know nothing about anything. Elvis Costello chose not to go after her for Brutal. I'm glad Olivia was more careful with Guts. It sucks how they went after her money and song credits like vultures. Then they acted like they didn't know what was going on.

I’m not surprised. These big industry players are cut throat and play the PR game like masterminds.

We forget that we see what they want us to see. It also makes sense as to why Taylor and Olivia are no longer friends in the public eye.

Unfortunately, fans of Taylor would rather believe that their fave isn’t part of the game in this way. I personally feel like she has been honest in some of her songs about her immoral behaviour (e.g. Dear Reader). It’s why I don’t expect her to be a principled person. She’s a self proclaimed narcissist, anti hero and billionaire; she’s NOT a good person. It follows that someone of her character would go after Olivia’s money.

I don’t subscribe to blind fanaticism in the same way that a lot of Swiftie’s (unfortunately) do. I wish we could have honest conversations without letting our deeply rooted parasocial relationships with these privileged people (who don’t actually care about us) drive us to use our free time and effort to defend them.

It’s unsettling and concerning to see how so many stans are ok to use their FREE labour to play cult soldier and defend Taylor on the internet all the time. They should unionise and invoice her for these unpaid hours (this is a joke please don’t @ me)

Ultimately, it comes down to placing a low value on critical thinking and instead giving into blind fanaticism. This is a problem that seems to be structural (e.g. we don’t get taught critical thinking skills - to a satisfactory standard - through our school system) so I’ll refrain from blaming individual fans.

#I’m not going to comment on this specific issue too much bc I don’t know anything about it #sorry for the long post #anonymous #olivia rodrigo #taylor swift #ts #taylorswift #guts tour #guts olivia rodrigo

[mrkapao]

“I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

- Neil Gaiman ‘American Gods’

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[gwydionmisha]

Personal: This Person Just Uncleaned My Apartment

I think I need to tell you about the Cleaner, because OMG, but for that you will need context on my pain/meds situation.

So less pain does not remotely equal no pain.  My hip joints were a mess Wednesday, and only a little better Thursday.  My shoulder joints, and thus my arms, started to go bad Thursday.  The fundamental things wrong with my body aren't fixable, but the new meds are doing a stellar job on what I think of as the secondary pain, IE: everything else not joint or tendon or in their immediate vicinity.  It is far more effective than the muscle relaxants I've been using for decades at this since it's hitting the nerves and not just the muscles.  It also adds to the tired.  So much to the tired.  Bonus: on the new dose, I get dizzy if I don't rest enough, and the heart palpitations hit longer and harder when they hit.

Dramatically better means for an extreme chronic pain/chronic illness perspective, not from a remotely healthy person's perspective, if you follow.  I was into about a month of unbearable torment when we tried the one pill dosage.  I'm still not sure my system can handle the two pills, and I plan to stick to this dose.  They are supposed to last eight hours, but I get an extra four hours of partial coverage per pill, and like I said the side effects are scaling up on me.

So right now my balance sucks, I'm exhausted, and my shoulder joints scream at me if I try to do anything remotely strenuous with them, you follow?

So far I've had four different cleaners turn up, two of them twice.  Three of those are hard and thorough workers.  One of those will not wear her mask.  I put up with it because I am wearing mine and turn on all the fans and I'm scared if I don't take her, no one will come.  (see five skipped cleaning appointments in a row).

Cleaning is a hard fucking job and they are underpaid, get no benefits, no set hours, and have to pay their own travel costs including for the ferry if they are coming from the reservation and that is a lot of gas.  I respect cleaners.  I've done it, after all, amoung the many shit jobs I had over the years.  I trust them to know what they are doing.  This has been the case in three instances.  Most of the conversation with those three cleaners has been things like: Where does this go?  Where is (whatever) kept?  What should i do next?  I refuse to micro manage.  In my experience, micro managing is dramatically less efficient and just insults the person doing the job.  I know I hated it, when I was the person being micro-managed.  This works great for Goth Millennial and for the other three cleaners on the other four occasions.

I'm sure you are sensing the big but here.

So the cleaner who came today, turned up the other time she was here high as a kite.  I don't mean a little buzzed, which is fairly normal in this town and this state.  Weed's been legal here for ages.  People with shitty service jobs occasionally come to work a schootch high.  It doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things if, say, your barista's a little buzzed.  I don't partake myself for a host of reasons, but most of my friends since... I'm going to say 1985, have/do.  A little high is no big deal.

Orbiting Pluto without a suit is.  She was way out of it girl at a party who's friends have to watch her like a hawk high.  She was barely coherent high.  She drove here.  O.o.  She drove home.  This terrifies me.  after some consultation with my friends including them seeing the mess she made and me acting out vignettes, our best guess is she must have dramatically misjudged an edible.  (It had to be vape or edible.  I would have smelled smoke.  Edible makes the most sense for both the degree of Jesus fuck high and the thinking she was fine when she left home, but waaaay not fine when she got here.  Surely she would have cancelled otherwise, right?).

So basically instead of my working away at the aggregate or tumblr queue programming or whatever, it was a lot like baby sitting a toddler who would not shut up, only the toddler would make more sense and the mess would have likely been confined to things in a toddler's reach.  I had to go around after she left and actually use the forbidden to me for safety reasons ladder to save a bunch of my cups and glasses from the accident I could see happening the second Squirrel opened a dish cupboard because he had jammed them in their so precariously that the door was the only thing preventing them falling.  Goth Millennial came the next day and had to take everything out and restack it.  I could live with the fitted sheet being inside out, so we left that for today.

I did not turn her in to the asshole agency because 1. worker solidarity.  I never went to work on a substance, but I've worked so, so many shit jobs and the Asshole Agency is terrible.  2. I was pretty sure it was a mistake involving an edible. 3. I was big on giving people another chance when I was teaching.  On fuck up shouldn't lat for ever unless that fuck up was malicious or really damaging to other people.

Well, fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice shame on me.

No, she was not noticeably high this time, though I couldn't rule a mild buzz out.  She also had a shamefaced and subdued demeanor that clearly told me she knew how badly she'd fucked up last time.  She said she'd signed up for me on purpose instead of her other option because I was really nice to her and my apartment was full of interesting things to look at while she cleaned.  My apartment is full of interesting things to look at and I suspect she liked me because I was consistently kind to her when she was a mess last time and hadn’t turned her in.   She really is sweet and nice and she is clearly trying her best but not remotely the sharpest tool in the shed.  Which can be fine.  I've known a lot of good workers over the years with significant developmental or accident related challenges and they did fine.  She wasn't in that category, but I realized she'd need extra supervision compared to the others.  I underestimated how much.

She did walk right up to Tavy and start petting him right away like last time which again confused and alarmed him.  Sure, Squirrel and I and a couple of the Millennials can do that because we are his particular friends, but he barely knows her and and she would NOT stop doing that last time no matter how many times I told her he was a biter and apt to maul when he was worked up.  I was so proud of him because he did not attack her the first three times, and honestly the forth time, I would have bitten her too in his place.  

Tavy was noticeably wary of her.  He did want to watch what she was doing, but he remembered her.  (By contrast, the other cleaners he'd watch from a distance for a while, and then follow around and in a couple cases, get me to pick him up so he could get a better look.  He really took to the GNC person who came once, and kept sniffing their legs).  He did let her pet him without biting her, and she was together enough to stop when I told her he was down, and leave him alone for the rest of the two hours when I said he was in a mood to hang out and watch but not interact.

I got her through the linen change okay and last time she was so high she forgot we had a dishwasher after she'd emptied it and it took her most of her shift except the linen change, but the dishes looked and smelled clean, so I set her to that and did not remotely supervise her enough.  This I did not discover until evening, but we'll get to that.

Then I set her to sweep and mop, which... Like I've worked a lot of restaurant jobs, often with people in a supported worker with severe intellectual challenges.  I've never seen one who'd been doing it for years who couldn't do it correctly.  She said she'd been doing this for several years.

Assuming makes an ass out of me, doesn't it?

Oh gods the mess she made!  I should have known it was too hard for her when she started prepping for mopping before sweeping.  So I told her to sweep first, which she did.  I told her to dump the water in the sink, not the tub, which turned out to be very, very lucky.  (The tub is the most expensive thing I own.  A city program that remodels for elderly and disabled people paid for it.  I will never be able to afford to fix or replace it.  There are super strict cleaning directions for a reason, because the mechanism is delicate.)  I told her to use the liquid all purpose cleaner under the sink.  I should have got it out and prepped the bucket myself, but bending hurts and I was exhausted and dizzy and my arm situation was deteriorating.  I should have done it anyway, because this is So.  Much.  Worse.

She used a ton of water.  Like way, way to much water in a way that suggested she did not wring the mop and/or she was dumping puddles out of the bucket.  It was a terrifying fall risk situation because this was the end of her shift and I really really needed to get ready for bed as soon as she left and forage delivery was late so I had to go drag it in, just as I'd given up and settled into bed.  So I'm dizzy with unreliable legs, using both hands and going careful back and forth over this swamp of a floor with a weird gritty, soapy texture.  Which is... not what you want in a cleaner for elderly and disabled people.  I could fall and end up in the hospital under those conditions.  And it;'s not like I could want a couple hours for it to dry.  There was no point in washing my feet in the bathroom, so I kept using wipes on them before getting into bed.

Then I woke up to pee and realized just how bad it really was.  *head desk*  My best guess is she used Ajax, which is stored under a bookshelf in the bathroom, not under the sink.  Like a TON of Ajax.  The kitchen sink and nearby counter was caked with it and the floor was tacky and gritty and full of muddy footprints.  I couldn't leave it like that.  I cleaned the sink.  I took the other mop with the disability friendly easy to wring it out attachment which had been to complicated for her head and wet mopped it all again, frequently rinsing and wringing it out, until my arms basically gave out and I had to wash up and take a nap.

It's still incredibly dirty.  I feel like crying, because I can't feel clean unless my feet are.  I've been skating around on damp towels, but though my hip joints are a lot better this evening, I wear out fast and it hurts quite a bit if I do it too much.  I hate leaving a terrible mess like this for the millennial, but I simply can't mop any more with these arms.  I'd have been so much better off giving her something else to do, but I couldn't think of anything else simple enough for her, and I know from last time she will not leave early no matter how much I tell her she can just clock out at the end of the hour.

At this point I was debating what to do.  I had settled on calling Monday and asking them to put her on my no list without giving a reason, because I simply can't go through this again.  It's too hard on my body and it's incredibly could seriously injure me dangerous.

Then I went to feed the Empress Livia and discovered something worse.

I'm medically fragile.  Amoung so many other things, I have an immune system that is far more interested in own goals than fighting pathogens.  I can and will catch anything you expose me too.  Anything.  I also have a dicey digestive system.  Anything I use to prepare food or eat or drink needs to be really fucking clean. We prewash for grease and stuck on food then run them through the washer to make sure the soap and anything else is off.  yes, I know this is bad for the environment as it uses extra water, but it’s a serious safety issue for me.

I was very, very clear on directions because I remembered last time.  “Wash the dishes and then put the in the dishwasher.  The dishes in there are dirty, so don’t put them away.  I will run the washer after you leave.”  Did she do that?  No.  Were the dishes cleaned and dried, which would be reasonably acceptable as an alternative?  No.  They were jammed in with the clean dishes, soaking wet and covered in soap bubbles six or seven hours after she left.  We'll have to go through all the pans tomorrow.  I pulled the pans and dishes I remembered were in the sink yesterday.  I have no way of guessing with the glasses and flatware and I don't know which things Squirrel put in there.  

I am exhausted and I hurt and I've been pushed way past the limit of what my body can handle in a day and I can't trust my dishes or the glass I'm drinking out of and I can't get the dirty Ajax grit off my feet.  I'm going to go take a bath, but my feet will be dirty again the second I touch the floor.

She's another poor person.  I feel like a class traitor just putting her on my no list, but she could theoretically kill an elderly person with her mopping, and I can't decide if I should say something, because anything I do will be a terrible option.

This person literally uncleaned my apartment.  I just....

Look, I know it’s a free service, but this is so very much worse than when they don’t send anyone.

#WTF?!? #Asshole Agency

[kintatsujo]

yknow what heres a ramble since you're cool. every time poly marriage comes up people get all hand-wringy about it "ohh but but polygamy has so much history as religious abuse" yeah, and monogamy *doesn't???* "a man keeping multiple wives is-" first of all that's POLYGYNY second of all why should you get a say in what gender my partners are. "how would that even work taxwise" perfect excuse to fix our stupid overcomplicated tax system, my dude. and it's so tiring. gay marriage had to focus so hard on the love and 'just like you' angle to sway public opinion because "right to visit my wife in the hospital" just wasn't enough for people i guess. and with everyone fighting tooth and nail for the right to Exist In Public it's gonna be so long before this topic can even come up. i'm completely willing to focus on trans and gay rights right now and make sure people are safe to be in public again, it just sucks so much that i have to make that choice in the first place. we were doing so well for a while, it's extremely frustrating to watch it all slide back and know i'll be waiting Even Fucking Longer while we rehash this fight.

Firstly sending hugs.

Secondly no like seriously everything humans do has had some human abuse it, unfortunately?

Like, historically, abusive polygamy has usually coexisted with abusive monogamy. The problem here has always been when one member of a marriage is seen as being Naturally In Charge of it.

And like... Maybe individuals know better than some nebulous government or some faceless organization who they WANT to see them in the damn hospital.

Maybe you should be allowed to marry whoever and as many people want to marry you too

Maybe I should be allowed, as an adult, to declare people my nebulous legal family regardless of marital status

Maybe maybe maybe maybe

And tbh I wish I was surprised that this backlash is happening right now but I still remember the 90s, that was what I grew up with, and I hate to say that even this is better than that harrowed silence and murders in the dark but.

But.

I think things can get better than this. They did once already.

But by my soul it's hard, I'm not going to say otherwise.

[irislightened]

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.