#if i'm found dead it is 100 percent because of this

[melodythebunny]

Morning meeting - oneshot

"We barely made it out ourselves. Good thing our emergency escape pods were still functioning"

Who's idea was it to have a meeting this early in the morning…becky had no clue. She was tired. And try as she might to listen, she found herself bored. She shuffled nervously in her seat. Sitting beside her dad did only but so much to quell her boredomness.

Becky stared right at kev- Calvin. Not kevin. Kevin was a former crewmate. But sadly he didn't make it very far on the expedition.

Calvin was also a crewmate. Not exactly a new one. He's been on this ship before. Same as Athena the light green crewmate. Becky vaguely remembered them. Afterall she was still a baby when everyone split up for the first time.

The girl must have been staring too long because then Calvin the brown crewmate glared at her.

The blonde scowled clearly, not amused. 

She ducked behind her dad to escape his mean gaze. She was staring at everyone not to be rude but to figure out the newcomers as friends or foes. It was a game she played. Pretending she has to find the imposter and save the crew. It made her feel brave and slightly less afraid whenever someone new joined the crew.

"No one was left alive on my ship. I was asleep when I heard screaming…" the black crewmate also known as Joe said, stammering a bit. He looked like he had been fighting. It wasn't his first time having an encounter like that. 

That was sus. Either he was super strong and managed to fight the imposters off or he was an imposter.

But knowing her dad, Joe wouldn't get kicked out even if that was suspicious. 

Benefit of the doubt. 

If worse came to worst, Steven had a detailed escape plan. A hidden escape pod for Becky, Bob and himself.

Becky noticed the pink crewmate who hadn't spoken at all since they aboarded. Carrie? Was her name. She was standing a bit to the back. 

She looked sad…

When she noticed Becky staring, she didn't scowl like the other. Instead her face became softer, as a warm tender smile spread across her face. She waved and the young crewmate waved back.

She walked over cautiously, feeling a bit shy.The pink crewmate pulled out a small plushie which the red crewmate accepted. 

Becky heard the adults continue talking. She tried listening, knowing how meetings were supposed to be important and such. But some of the words were lost to her. It was a bit early so she wasn't 100 percent awake yet.

She did catch a few more names however.

Alex the dark green crewmate, Jenkins the cyan crewmate, tubing the orange crewmate and James the purple one. They also seemed like pretty friendly people as well.

"If you guys don't mind me asking" Bob, the blue crewmate and the captain of the ship said. "What was previous occupations?"

"I'm an engineer" 

"Mainly one too. Though i was more so an electrician" jenkins said.

"Scientist"

"Scientist as well"

"And you?" Steven asks. 

Carrie blinked now realizing everyone was looking at her waiting for a response. Truth be told she hadn't been properly listening to what they were talking about. Her mind was wandering. Thinking about all her peers not making it due to the recent imposter attack.

She was grateful her brother and among another crewmate had been swapped to another ship before it all took place. She couldn't say the same for her parents or the captain. They tried to fight back and died. Their bodies shredded and broken.

They fought, she ran. She ran and hid in a vent. Her usual safe spot whenever things got too much for her. not that it stopped her from being found and dragged out.

But the worst thing about it…was it wasn't even the imposter that killed everyone. 

Her eyes drifted landing on the red crewmate that stared dead at her. Seeing the mini crewmate just reminded her of how she wished to retire and settle down. with a family. Never having to worry about the overwhelming dread of dying next or teammates turning their backs on you. Or being shot out through the airlock. Or living with the knowledge of who the killer was, yet unable to say anything.

Returning to current events, she realized what they were waiting for.

Oh right…

"She's a medic" Calvin interjects to which Carrie simply nods. He wanted this meeting to wrap up already. Once everyone's jobs were accounted for and assigned specific tasks for the day, they moved onto the next issue. Room availability.

Many were unused and converted into storage spaces. With the newcomers, they had to be restored back to bunkers.

"Most of the rooms are being renovated. So in the meantime we may have to use the buddy system. And that means some of you will be given the tasks of inventory and clean up. As well as cooking"

Everyone sighed. This was going to be a long trip wasn't it?

Calvin - @ninjastormhawkkat

Joe, athena, jenkins - @chaoticerisstuff

#Oneshot #Among us #Among us au #My fanfic #becky boxleitner au #steven boxleitner #Carrie #Amazo guy #Joe #My tags arent showing up #And others #Tw death mentioned #wordgirl au #wordgirl

[delusion-of-negation]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

we need to move away from almost 100% of positivity posts being "this gets better" "this gets easier" "you'll survive this" and things of that nature. that stuff helps some people and should exist, so don't jump to the conclusion that I'm saying it's bad and shouldn't exist or whatever. but some people actually are terminal, & other people have the kinds of chronic health issues that will get worse or stay this bad, even if not necessarily deadly or not immediately deadly, and for those people it won't get easier and it won't get better and they won't survive it. and I know when making a positivity post, you don't want to be like "well, you're dying but I still want to cheer you up!" because that seems grim to you, but some people actually do need that right now, some people can't relate to your "happy" ideal of everyone getting better and living through this. and I think that's just a symptom of the problem here, we associate dying or being ill forever with misery, with constant bleak emptiness, with simply no joy to be found. that idea is what we need to somehow shift away from. since people who are in the thick of that aren't really capable of changing the entire rest of the world's perception, some of y'all do need to actually make an effort to alter your language, at least some of the time, to include people who won't get better or survive.

525 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#4

people online will find an obscure fetish page with like two hundred followers that's appropriately tagged, and be like "guys, look at this fetish page!! how dare this exist!! anyone could see this!! imagine if lots of people saw this!! that would be so so terrible!!" to their fifty thousand followers, with absolutely no self-awareness whatsoever.

1,184 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#3

"less than one percent of the silent generation and two and a half percent of boomers identify as gay, but the youth-"

"that doesn't totally account for-"

aids. aids killed a bunch of them.

"even back when they were young, less identified as-"

it was illegal, sharon.

"you should at least consider social contagion-"

no, because if sexuality were contagious we'd all be straight. there is zero credible scientific evidence that gay is contagious.

"but-"

but nothing. we know what caused the increase - social acceptance and legality and not being dead. sorry it's more boring than your gay cabal spreading the gay theory, but that's the facts. if you're unable to accept that then that's your problem not mine.

2,661 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#2

you're allowed to be messy, you're allowed to fuck up, you can be emotional and stupid and frantic and confusing and weird and any other embarrassing thing. anyone who makes you feel otherwise, or who makes you feel like you're walking on egg shells, like you're doomed if you slip up, they shouldn't be such a big part of your life.

edit: stop saying "I gotta distance myself from me" you're unfunny and unoriginal. distance yourself from the thoughts, and realise I was making a post supporting people who are being made to feel like shit. including myself. and you're just mocking my attempt to reassure myself and others that we don't deserve that treatment.

2,844 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

every time I get to skip a queue because I'm disabled, I think back to my one guardian using that as one example of how actually it's marginalised people who are privileged. ma'am, it's because I can't stand up for that long. and it's trans privilege that I once got given vip passes, as the only working gender neutral toilet was in the vip area of the club. ma'am, it's so that I didn't get beaten up. ma'am, it's not a privilege for somebody to do something nice for you that is aiming to circumvent a danger you're subjected to. I can't skip a queue now without thinking "I wonder how many people are bitter that I can do this because they're standing in the cold for an hour", and then I think that the solution to these situations should never be to harm me, it would be to improve the venue's entrance (more metal detectors, etc) and waiting area (cover, places to sit, etc) so that the waiting experience doesn't suck enough to make anybody feel bitter upon seeing someone skip it for the sake of their health. and I don't even ask to skip btw, it's just protocol in a lot of places, and they let those with you skip it too so that you're not separated.

5,885 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

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[thornpuck]

Neopets.

SO I've been playing neopets again for about a month now. I have found some interesting things: 1, the community is small and tight knit. It feels akin to a medium sized discord, with people getting to know each other on the "neoboards". It's such a nice group of people and I have immediately felt welcomed by them all. 2, this community is hella queer. In ye old days mentioning sexuality was a no go, but they have relaxed the rules, and people now openly talk about all things gay. It's hard to estimate exact populations, but I'm seeing a LOT of gay, trans/nonbinary etc folks. 3, moderation is lackluster at best, and people are able to talk about all manner of things that weren't allowed in the past. But it's still technically not allowed, so people will try and skirt around being too explicit, but that's honestly funnier/more fun. 4, the community, from what I can gather, is 100 percent against NFTs and the new meta stuff. 5, you can control the market of some items because the community is so much smaller I single handedly tanked the price of Poets Hats take that everyone. 6, customization. You can now dress your neopets up, which means, they all have similar poses with one hand raised in the air for holding items. I left about when this happened, and I didn't think it would take off, but it has. But it does mean unconverted pets are desirable. 7, unconverted trading makes up a huge bulk of people's activity on the site. This probably deserves a thread in itself, and I think there's actually a youtube doc somewhere out there that explains it all anyway. 8, there's a lot of gambling on this site. Like, holy moley. Don't get me wrong, I flippin love it aha but young me didn't realize just how much there was. 9, all the flash games are dead except for like, 10 that converted to HTML5. 10, there is an influx of new users, like me, who have found that they are pining for something more nostalgic in their internet experience and are flocking back to it. I'm not sure how many people are gonna turn up, but people who've been around longer say there's been a few. I think that's about it. AMA about neopets I guess. I'm still a "newbie" and the site has changed so much. Also I'm sorry to everyone reading this, but yes, your neopets are dead. Every now and again, they do a "purge" and delete inactive accounts. I'm sorry.

#neopets #text

[the-firebird69]

Lisa Murkowski addresses Donald Trump, leaving the Republican Party

This is a common occurrence these people are leaving office and they're leaving the Republican party in order to get away from Trump and everybody says you're the one doing it and our son says you're right they're all following me and they slowly back pedal then it starts saying horrendous stuff then for Christ's sake you people are a bunch of assholes and we meet it you're assholes as people go and you're going to die

He remembers Marie Doyle as someone who could barely get by in the day had to take naps and he thought it was from being brutalized and it really is you have to fight all the time everyone hated these people in westborough he wants to stay up for 3 days in a row Tim's interrupting her naps and then he discovered something he's doing it too to turn around kept him up for 48 hours at the end of it he fell over dead and she had two days to rest no 2 hours she devised a plan to try and get some sleep and cooked him a few times went like that for a while bja start fighting him song go down a bunch start hitting him started taking the stuff and other people started to hit Trump more and more often she learned a lesson this guy isn't in separate kidnapper won't stop even tries for me and I'm right there there's a huge f**** and a loser on sunsets is Billy Hicks no matter what he looks like and you're kind of somewhat mean but more like it ditz and all the sudden she said I'm not really your tits you are he says that stuff is blowing those trees down to the bill the fields again she begins to laugh since that wasn't right doing look no further so she got a little beat up he found her mumbling about the Midwest he goes out there and gets the s*** kicked out of him and he dies we have to tell you something he's a troublemaker are we going to get our money back for that tire and we're suing him he hasn't found the lawsuit yet because he's an idiot. So the guys are real jerk but it just shows there's mostly him and his prime clones and people can't focus on them and he's destroying people for trying

-there's another thing going on they're finding out that he and his prime clones are the ones with all the stuff and the money

-there are other things going on huge things but the downfall of trump is not going to stop and it's because they're baiting his stashes and caches and have information on him running and controlling the banks like Mac used to.

-in addition to the fleet off of Mars the morlock are fighting the pseudo empire heavily and they are attacking their bases and bunkers overseas 10% of their laser bases 50% of their proper bases and 100% of their bunkers so far they have suffered great losses and haven't really scratched the laser bases and the regular bases lose and then man up and wipe them out and warlock out giant numbers will be reported today. There's a bunch of people around here have been taking for so long they don't know they're getting hit very badly and they need to be monitored by teams and those teams have to constantly take them out I'm assigning it now. So far the pseudo empire has lost 10 more percent of the bunkers bring it to about 35% and you guys the ones having us announce the data incorrectly. And the regular basis and laser bases are defending losing personnel and it's developed into a space war had quite a distance from Earth but over Earth and the pseudo empire is crushing it the moment started with 12 billion they lost 1 billion to Trump the idiot trying to go to Venus, about 2 billion from fighting pseudo empire at Mars and they have 1 billion left over there as does the pseudo empire could have been on the same side instead he chose to lose that's true too, 2 hours ago it just started and in this particular war it's 1 billion lost thus far and it has just barely started heating up. So that is 4 billion on if there are 10 billion chips and really there's not that many ships in Earth and most of them are not very huge if they took all of them out in their areas they'd have about 500 million by equivalent but really it only to be about a hundred million ships half mile or bigger but a lot of them are special but that's a small fleet you can only do certain things. And then dies as does his son and that's why because they have no one left and it's happened that way for quite a while with other groups but these guys are kind of demanding it and one reason is that they're assholes and the other is that they're techniques terrible and also they've been injured but they're very hated. Trump exposed everyone on purpose the more like I'm preparing papers to sue him and to try him for treason all of them including the pseudo empire and minority warlock and bja and company Tommy f was voting for it too there's no he helped to it I found out that trumpsters were having him do it he has proof and others will investigate. Is the method but they all said not to early on. It is a huge day so we're going to publish

Thor Freya

Olympus

They're filing papers against these idiot trumps finally a real ones and it took forever their fleet is down to about six billion a little bit more but it usually is and they are losing ships off of Mars again it's up to about 3 billion chips each two billion each are in jeopardy the minority warlock are grabbing them they gained about six billion ships this morning and they're good at that. They have a total of around 13 billion ships and we expect all of those ships to be out from both sides momentarily the morlock will be down to 3 billion ships soon out of power and the end of trump is coming up very fast very fast almost like you might not have time to do the watchmen movie and he might be someone else.

Hera

Thor Freya

Olympus

[polarfog]

Confrontation for Bad Things Happen Bingo and All 4 Day 1 Prompts for Whumptober. Prompts: "But now this room is spinning while I'm just trying to fill in all the gaps." Safety Net, Swooning, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Undertale Fanfic: You Thought You Killed Me?

"Sans! Sans!" Sans opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, "Alphys." Sans went to close his eyes again.

"Don't close your eyes! You're barely alive!" 

"Fine." Sans didn't expect Alphys to put her fingers close to his skull, "Oh yeah, how many fingers am I holding up?" 

Sans counted, "Five." Alphys shook her head, "No, Sans, two. Don't do that!" Sans figured out what Alphys was yelling about when as when he stood up, the room started spinning. "I don't understand." Sans informed Alphys when he was pushed back down. 

"The human went back. They think-" Alphys gulped, "They think you are dead Sans." Sans wished so, maybe his wrapped up chest wouldn't feel like it's on fire. "I- I found you at Grillbys." 

"I know when I'm as good as dead Alphys. Especially with the bleeding." 

"Why do you bleed, anyways?" 

"I was experimented on as a kid. Bleeding is a side effect." Sans laid down, "I don't remember ever not bleeding." 

Alphys gulped, "Why did you do such a stupid thing? Fighting them?" 

"Someone has to stop them. Figured I'd do my job for once." Sans stood up, "Speaking of the kid, I have to take care of them." 

"Sans, no! You'll die. You're not 100 percent." 

"Then come with me." Sans grabbed Alphys' arm, "You want this as much as I do. If things get bad, you can surprise them. 

I accepted death once already." Alphys reluctantly nodded, "I guess I should." 

Sans was back in the judgment hall, arriving in a wheelchair due to Alphys' assistance. Sans stood up, "Geez kid, getting sloppy aren't cha?" 

Alphys hid when the kid came in. Step. Step. Step. Their knife dropped. "Bet you weren't expecting me. Let's just get to the point." Sans lifted his arm up, holding his painful wince back banging the weaponless human against the walls. 

The human recovered quickly, before running towards Sans aiming to hit him with their weaponless fist. 

Miss. "Did you think I'd be that easy?" Gaster blasters to the humans face, they rolled under the lasers. Another run, miss. Attack, miss, attack, miss. "Don't you ever get tired, kid?" The kid answered by going for another hit, only to miss.

Sans' eyes were dropping shut, "Kid, you gotta learn when to oof." Sans was hit in his injured stomach. "Welp, I guess you're a freak, huh? I just gotta warn you, you aren't enough of a freak for what happens next." Sans held his chest when Alphys jumped out, healing Sans' chest.

"W-What h-happens next is your end. Killing all my friends." 

Sans smiled, "You've done it now, kid." Bone attacks with a yellow soul proved a tad difficult for the kid. You can't shoot bones away, and because of that fact, you had to do Sans' platforming while destroying Alphys bullets, and dodging some of them. The human died many times due to this new scenario. 

But this human was determined. Determined to kill who got in their way. Alphys died first. Dusted. 

Sans did eventually throw the human all over the room to no avail, after he did many attacks by himself. Sans was trying not to doze off, but when his eyes drooped for a second, the human got another hit in. Dusted near immediately. 

The human got their way and moved on to the next world. Two monsters giving it their all could not match the human's determination. 

#badthingshappenbingo #whumptober 2023 #lyric 1 #object 1 #trope 1 #line of dialogue 1 #“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” #Safety Net #Swooning #“How many fingers am I holding up?” #undertale #fic #murder #genocide #attempted murder #injuries #near death experience #death #undertale fanfiction #undertale genocide

[asafeplaceforus112]

Gaurfians of the galaxy vol. 3 because this is the only way to bond with my withdrawn father figure so I have to deal with the homophobe on the screen.

Anyways, we start off with an epilepsy warning so fucking wish me luck

Oh no not the racoons

I JUST GOT RADIOHEADED SEBD NE HOMD

Christ Pratt is acting as repulsive as his choice in church is

Fucking poor nebular

He got owned by a German dog

COSMO UR A GOOD DOG

EW GROOT STOP

Adam dude is the bully from maze runner actor ???

Also it's cute that mantis and Peter are considering each other siblings

they DECAPITATED THE BOY

Awwweee he tried ))):

MSNTIS

"nebula!" "Piss off," same girly same - bossy

*that hurts" "whst a potty

Oh my god the rocket

Horrible little Groot head ud nor my favourite version

Poor rocket

The otter I'd gonna die and im gonna be sad

The fucking rsbbit

Horrific

Tol is now the otter

Tol is such an otter

Me too Cosmo me too

They're all going to die or get horribly hurt and I'm going to get sad

The fact he got a step so he'd be higher

Fuck off god you don't have the right to get rid of me now bitch imagine bringing something into the world and then killing it for fun, fuck you

And before fuck wits rock up, no it's not like abortion. We're not having this convo on a fucking gaurdians of galaxy post.

Oh man Peter had no idea

Me I'm mantis, you gonna trauma dump? I'm gonna question you're shit

The rick and is koe a dick head " maybe I wanted a nut" "they're all gone *eats one*" I hate him now

Gamora is fun sassy

I'm sad that they're not sisters anymore though.

Baby rocket ))): such a baby

Poor rocket

Oh no I'm so worried for they tortoise. Yeah I looked away that was fucked up.

I hate this man . Low ke? High key the worst villain so far

Ha ha amongus

The choice of flesh as the planet theme is not fun, not fun sound texture

Not fun for our brain to see skin hsrm

Eewwwww this scene is so much no fun without fun music behind it

I enjoy nebula and mantis so much

Shut up more

"I got one I love* my mum

I KNEW IT WAS AN EJECTION

Awwwe duck y'all mantis tried her best

Oh no that was the lacky dife

Mantis same noone fucking tells me and then get upset at me fucked up man, fucked up

Quill no quill no

Poor receptionist

Poor Gamora,

Please don't please don't please don't please don't please for

I dead ass said it outloud please dude I had a feeling but please don't do this

Noooo not the carrot guy

I hate Peter, incel mother fucker. All the femme people in that elevator think he'd annoying and maybe pity him

Was the horrific squish needed huh?

"they're corporate shells they're not going to listen,"

Awwweee poor receptionist just trying to do her job

They're all going to die and I'm going to be sad

I'm gonna cry when something happens to Lyla

The system naming each other dead ass

Bossy is rocket

Why are they watching his trauma

Gamora is fair

But also nebula is the smartest

The poor animal dude

Gamora is a fucking dumb ass

Kind of really safe they this movie resulted in ticket getting side lined

Same mantis same

Fuck you all I felt thst

I felt that, the seeing your parent being fucked , fucks you up

Those poor animals

Oh no he just found out

Awwwe man fuck off I feel that I feel like that's how it feels to be autistic, the expectation that you can figure it out and then just, not.

Panda dilf

My brother playing ball with me

I thought it was going to be a med pack and would kill the bat person

Is that a Vocaloid?

Drax is our second brother

The system be like

Also

Bossy is 100% nebula

So he has a stretched out face because ticket fucked up his face right?

Smol is the floor the rabbit in our head now and I'm going to sob when they die

Asssssnnnddd there goes tol

I am mantis, we have done stuff like that

Drax is a dumb ass

Obviously the fun of war pig, but also the pig noises are horrific in a great way

Kinda sad to see the gold lady die

The gun thing worked for me with possible ADHD but one hundred percent there's a dude bro who thought it was soooo obvious and come on guys hod could you not know

Tol is mantis telling bossy to knock it off

I swear to fuck if he's killed off rocket I swear to fuck

Did I just deal pooled did we just get Deadpooled ehdy the fuck

All the kids look like a bunch of mini albleist movie singer

Mee too, fuck off Cosmo is a good dog fuck you

Oh same kids, when too gets upset thats when we freak out

Come on whistle dude you got this

I'm sorry I fucking laughed at the yonda but, I'm just quirky like that /j /lh

Good dog Cosmo

AWWWWWWWEEEEEEE Cosmo is so cute o love Cosmo more than anything

"there is no god that Is why I stepped in"

Oh shit was not expecting a coupe (sp?)

Man I wish my earphones sat in my ears so nicely

I love mantis

I love that for rocket, and I love that it's Groot, than nebula than quill, than mantis, than Drax and the. Reflectantly gamora.

Oh 100% you know that Drax was the "last" one coz it took him a moment to understand what was happening

Okay the fight choreography was pretty dope.

Like especially the part with rocket and Groot? Just really fun camera work

THE FACT NEBULA LOST NECK SUPPORT AND THEN KEPT GOING SO MUCH FUN HOLY SHIT

If any of these kids die I will be upset

Warlock dude really tried

Mantis trying to do the save and then screaming

If they kill nebula I will be upsetand I will call it homophobic

Yes I do think it's really cool that Cosmo got them locked up correctly

I'm fucking sobbing at the baby racoons

I would feel so rock rolled if my whole life I said I wasnt a racoon and then I was

ROCKET JUST TRHING TO CARYY ALL THE RSCOOBns

FUCK

And the vibe of "I can't save you all I'm so sorry"

And then rocket just yeeting the babies to safety

NOT GAMORA PEELING HIS FACE OFF

The body effects is cool

Get the animals please please

YES YES IM SO HAPPY

I'm so glad they got them all out

YEHA fuck y'all they can turn into higher forms if they were forced let them fucking lice

Awwwwwweeee the fact that Peter got the key card coz he knew it was important for rocket ))):

Why he not got his mask huh???? He knows how important that mask was????

The fuck man???? Dumb ass motherfucker

OH FUCK ALL THE STUFF IN HIS BODY IS EXPANDED HES FUCKING DHUBG

FUCK OFF THATS SO DUMB, HAVING THE POSE AND SHIT THATS SO FUNNY

Also it wasn't the card it was his iPod thing but

Someone get him some med stuff jeez

Awwwee even the gold dude joined in on the hug

Awwwweee the realisation that for Groot it's like his mum forgot him thats so sad. How could I not find it sad.

He literally whined the whole time please do not give him the girl in the end I will be upset

Oh fuck nebula saying that drex was born to be a father

Awwweee poor rocket, he finally got his family together and they're all leaving

Awwwwwweeee it was for rocket

Awwweee all the little racoons

"awwwwweee fuck off" reaction seeing Groot dance

Awwweee they're best buddies stop that's so sweet

I love how she's adopted three massive beasts and is going to go live and exist like that

Awwwweee he's grandpa that's so sad okay they got me I got teary at that

I forgot about the severed toe

He's so big ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I love that they're a whole new different kind of family

Not my as reading "thanks to all the fans!" As "thanks f*gs"

"star load will return" ah fuck really ))):

Idk overall, enjoyable movie. I don't got anything specific to talk about, it was a good commercial movie, like I think

#gaurdians of the galaxy #gaurdians of the galaxy 3 #gaurdians of the galaxy 3 spoilers #spoilers

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Law and order svu fanfiction 

Video killed the pedophile part 14

Fin: pov Liv mentions I should stay at the scene with Amanda,  Joe and Muncy. Because she is heading to the OC squad room to get a confession from the guy. Elliot tells her to ride with him back to the station, that way we can have 2 cars at the crime scene. 

Jet: pov in the squad room I head over to my desk and start looking this guy's mother up to see if i can find a motive to why he would kill her.

Amanda: pov at the crime scene Joe and Muncy are looking for evidence, something to link him to the other crimes, that is when I hear Muncy shouting she seems to have found something in the basement. Joe says she looked into a freezer down here and that is when she saw the finger. Fin tells the crime scene people to bag it and test it to see if it's the dead guys. Fin sends Joe and Muncy back to the SVU squad room in case we get more info or another case. Liv texted me telling me to head back to the hospital to see if our victim can identify the guy from a photo. 

Liv: pov I get a text from Fin letting me know what they found in the suspects house. Elliot insists on being present during the interview which I told him is not going to happen. The suspect is now being difficult and will only talk to Elliot,  no way I'm going to let that happen. I mention to Elliot I'm sitting in on this. The guy says he will only talk if both his hands are unruffled, I tell Elliot that is a bad idea he is just using you. The suspect has now realized that Elliot is willing to do anything to get him to talk. Elliot starts by asking why he killed that man and assaulted the girlfriend, the suspect is starting to talk. Once Elliot mentions his mother and son the guy says you weren't there to save them like you weren't there to save Captain Benson all those years ago, do you even care about your family because you are never there for them. Plus you sleep with all these women after your wife dies, you know while Captain Benson was fighting to survive she was thinking about you, how you would save her but you never did. 

Elliot: pov this guy keeps going on, saying you know while you were gone some detective named Cassidy got to do her and that IAB guy got to do her to, I wonder how that feels everybody getting to do her but you. You  weren't even there for your child's birth.

Liv: pov I can tell Elliot is about to explode, he tells the guy you're the one who did his mother. It is starting to get ugly. I can tell Elliot is about to punch the guy who just shoved him. I'm in between them in seconds but it is too late . Fists are flying Elliot hits the guy in the face and as the guy is going to hit Elliot he gets me instead, I yelp in surprise.  I tell detective Elliot Stabler to stand down now, I managed to break it up. I handcuff the guy to the table and Ayanna who ran in the room grabs Elliot and takes him into the room next door and handcuffs him to the table since it's protocol. She calls McGrath while I'm on the phone with Fin. I tell him to get here to the OC squad room immediately, we have a situation. Ayanna says McGrath will be here soon and so will the lady from IAB. Jet is nice enough to get me an ice pack for my face, which is starting to swell.

Joe: pov at the SVU squad room me and Muncy are looking into the suspects mother that is when Fin, who just arrived back at the squad room a few minutes ago from the crime scene picks up his phone and answers it once the call is over he says that was Liv they have an issue at the OC squad room I have to go I will call you both later.

Fin: pov as soon as I arrive at the OC squad room I notice it is 100 percent chaos, I then notice McGrath walking in and the lady from IAB. Ayanna and Liv are sitting down together talking, I ask what's going on Liv turns to me and says take a guess that is when I notice her black eye. I ask what happened to her eye. Liv says our suspect and Elliot both got angry and said some nasty things to each other and the suspect shoved Elliot a little so he punched the guy and when the suspect went to hit him back he got me instead who was trying to break it up. It all just happened so fast.

Ayanna: McGrath and the lady from IAB interview the suspect, then Elliot once they have both been interviewed they ask Captain Benson for her side of the story because it's most likely the truth, same with me. Since the suspect is getting charged with assaulting a police officer there is no need to interview him for the crimes. Elliot is getting suspended upon further review which means  he is suspended Without pay until they look at all his cases and make a decision which could take a while. He also has to go to anger management. Fin is taking Liv back to there squad room,

Amanda: pov back at the squad room Joe mentions what Fin said to him it's been hours since then, Fin finally texts Joe if he can order some pizza they got stuck talking to IAB and McGrath. That does not sound good, Joe arrives back with the food and is setting it up, as soon as Fin and Liv walk in i notice something is off immediately that is when i notice her black eye that was not there before, i ask what happened and Liv told me everything. Since the suspect assaulted a police officer he is going away for a long time, the case is also now closed. to be continued.  ……

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there's a new himbo in the Asia-Pacific region I hear

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Hey! I was wondering if I could request a fic with frank castle.

One where he is a brute (as usual) and friendish enemies to lovers.

Until the reader gets hurt and he has to take care of her. He’s a real softie.

And if it’s not to much. He doesn’t confess love. They stare at wachtgeld and just kiss?

I know it’s a lot but it would make me SO incredibly happy.

XX

Happy new year and hope you’re in good health

Punching The Bag

Hi love, happy new year to you too, and so freaking thanks for requesting, i really hope you gonna like this, i worked a lot on it. Im not 100 percent satisfied with it, but it turned out okay. Warning it's long. Really long. Tell me if you want me rewrite it, with a different scenario, i will make that happen. And feel free to request anytime you have an idea, right now im taking Frank Castle and Matthew Murdock reqs.

Just a heads up, i'm not a native English speaker, so you might find incorrect grammar or something.

Frank Castle x reader

Warnings: blood, injuries, guns, fighting

The rhythmical sound of your knuckles hitting the bag is music to your ears. The gym is empty, just the way you like it. No curious stares, hushed whispers behind your back, gosh you hate them so fucking much. Yeah, you are not a natural fighter. A gun in your hand feels way more familiar, but you need to make something out of your fist too. You have to admit, that jealousy is the part of the reasons you are here, so freaking late, beating the shit out of a lifeless thing.

You watched Frank take down men with his bare hands like it's nothing. Just the thought of such a strength made you hate and admire him at the same time. A lot of man is capable of such thing, but damn he was so good at it. He beats you at the fight scene, and surely beats you at the shooting range.

Both of you have reasons to do what you do. His might be more grievous than yours, but still, you have every right to be where you are. Sometimes he forgets that, thinking your presence on the battlefield is just a distraction. On those days, you fight like an old married couple, not even hearing what the other one is saying, screaming so loud not caring who's witnessing the scene. And somehow you still manage to work together, there are no really another choice. You provide information, he provides muscle. At the end of the day, both of you get what you want. Names, places, dates, answers.

Today, is a bad day. He didn't pissed you off, didn't made your life a little bit more miserable, no. He was nowhere to be found. Nothing. He started the day with the gym, was there after lunch, matter of fact, he would so annoyed right now, that you are punching the exact bag he usually likes to assault, just in the time he likes to be there. His absence is more than alarming to you, so you went to the gym, thinking he has to be there. But no.

You thought he would show up, be mean, tell you to fuck off, go home, and let him take out his anger alone. It's been hours. At least two, and you are sure you missed him, he must have decided to stay home. Or he's dead.

Just as you swing the last hit, you hear the door open. A smile creeps up to your face. Finally, it was about time you asshole.

You turn around, more than ready to face him, because ohh he's gonna be pissed. The smile quickly dies off of your cheeks. It's not him. The man stares blankly at you, a calculated smile appearing, showing teeth like an animal.

"We are closed for the night, come back in the morning!" You say simply, trying not to show any type of emotion besides boredom. The act of i don't give a shit. But you give a shit about the man in front of you, whom you never met, never saw here before, and somehow got in, and you clearly remember locking the back door after you let yourself in. This is bad. Shit.

You casually lean to the side, grabbing the water bottle near on the ground, watching the dude in the corner of your eye.

"I'm sorry, i just saw the lights are on, thought i can relieve some stress."

His voice drips with honey, sounds sincere, but his face, gosh his face tells another story. His eyes roam up and down you body, checking your surroundings. He's looking for something. Or someone.

"You alone?"

"No, i'm not alone, my friend here, he has stomach problems, he's pro..."

Your sentence caught in your throat, as another man appears behind him. His gaze locking at you immediately, not caring for the other one at all. You grip your bottle in your hand, trying so hard to think this over. Anything you do or say after this, they will know you know. Hell, they already know you are not dumb enough to believe they just stumbled upon this gym.

"I saw you before here, i remember you talking to that ex marine. What's his name?" The new guy says, circling on your right side, the other one moving the left side, his hand disappearing behind his back. No fucking way this happening.

"I don't know any military douchebag, so why don't you get lost? As i said, this gym is closed." Your words has an edge, warning them the last time to drop this. Whatever their play is.

"You know very well we won't leave this place. Unless you know where he is." The one on your left side speaks up, having enough of the acting.

"I'm sure i saw you with him the other day. Looked like you are pretty close to him, don't you?"

You lips pressed together, legs rooted in the same spot. Both of them on your sides, one hand visible only, the other one probably on the cool metal of a handgun. You have no weapon on you. Nothing. Just your bare hands.

They knew Frank would be here. At least they thought, because he's here all the time. They probably watched him for a while, and for sure they saw you with him. They came here, expecting to be Frank to punching his anger and frustration away. But here you are, the only time you decided to come here in the middle of the night.

On your left, you see a slight but quick movement, and you sprung into action. The bottle in your hand flies to the man, distracting him for just a little bit, his gun aiming next to you. Shots are fired, behind you, and in front of you. You cant even comprehend your thought process, you go with you instinct, using everything you ever learned about self defense.

A bullet flies next to you, but you only can focus on the threat that lies beyond. Gun pointing at your head, finger seconds away from pulling the trigger. But you are close enough, close enough for that trick. Your left palm grabbing the barrel, pushing it upwards as it goes off, feeling it's breeze on the top of your head. Your right hand hitting the dude's wrist, the push causing him to let go of the gun just for a little bit. That's all you need, before you connect you knee with his crotch. He screams out loud, a small victory of adrenaline rushing through you like a drug.

But that wildfire of adrenaline couldn't drown out completely the pain that hits your side, sharp pain, soothed with warmness. Your minds blocked off the shots that are being fired at you, and now it's louder than anything you ever heard. Your fist flies to the guy's jaw, knocking him over just enough to move away, before he regains his composure. Your attention turns to the other one, but it's cut short, a hand grabs you by the neck, knocking you down to the cold ground.

A sharp intake of breath isn't enough to your lungs, and the second you try to move, fingers dug deep into the gash on you side. An inhuman groan escapes you, feeling the warm blood pressing out of the wound, flesh twisting and turning to the assault of the hand.

"Now tell me darling, where is Frank Castle, and i promise i can make this quick for you. You decide." His face is in yours, the other man standing over you, weapon pointing at your head.

Fingers digging into your injury, the other pressing you throat closer to the floor. You can't manage words, just a pathetic wheeze, gasping for air.

You smile a little, accepting the faith life handed to you. There are no chance you giving up anything on Frank. You'll die happy, knowing you did your part, and he would do his, fulfilling not only his revenge, but yours too. Even if your part of this is only buying him some time.

A fist collides with your nose, a cracking noise ringing in your ears, feeling the blood trickling down on your cheeks. Fucking hell that hurt. Your sense of surroundings fades as the pain works in your whole skull, and you almost think the gunshot you hear is just your mind tricking you. But the hand replaced with a boot on your neck, pressure increasing with every millisecond. You feel the ground slightly shaking at your feet, voices barley reaching you as the haze of the pain numbs you momentary.

"You take another step, and i swear i break her neck in half."

You open your eyes, seeing the man above you, gun in his hand, but not looking at you. His attention is somewhere else in the room, but you can't look, his leg blocking the view.

As reality comes back slowly to you, you feel the air thicken by the second, as the man stares, you can see his hands trembling on the cold steel, his finger on the trigger twitching. He's scared, his chest raising and falling heavy.

Your hear steps, echoing back from the gym walls, just as your punches did ten minutes ago. Confident and determined steps, and you know it's him. Has to be him. However you try, you can't move your head, the foot on you won't bulge, keeping you in a choke hold.

"Have it your way Castle" is all you hear, before the boot lifts up, you track the underfoot's pattern, distancing from your body. Air fills you lungs, your neck hurts more without the pressure, breathing burns your insides. The relief comes quick, and terror quicker, seeing the foot speed towards you again, the man shooting his gun, and so does Frank. You flinch as the man's head drops back, bullet hitting his forehead. He collapses next to you, not touching you again.

You finally move your head, every muscle screaming, but it's all more tolerable as you see him. In his regular gym clothes, a dark hoodie on him, sweatpants and a sneaker. All in his glory.

You sigh. "I want to punch you in the face so bad"

Your voice hoarse, barley working.

He scoffs, he can't believe you have energy to be sassy. He's by your side before you know it, eyes searching for injuries he might have missed, god knows how long those guys cornered you before he got here.

Face laced with concern and anger. The two emotion is battling on his features, and you drowning in it, you could die in it, but his gaze falls on the dead body next you, and other at your foot, which you just realize is there.

The world starts to spin as you lift you head up, a groan escapes you, oh you are gonna have a hell of a week after this.

His palm catches the back of your head, his touch careful but firm.

'C'mon sweetheart." The tone is so low, giving you the goosebumps. Whenever he calls you sweetheart, he tries to get under your skin, getting on your nerves. But now, it's just sounds comforting, the familiarity to it makes you ease up to him.

He helps you up, you can't hold back the cry as pain sweep through you, Frank freezes in his tracks.

"Is it your side? Did they hit you anywhere else?" He asks, holding you up while trying not to hurt you more.

"I don't think so." You say, barely above a whisper.

Your whole body weight is on him, but he doesn't make a sounds. You hear his irregular breath, the blood rushing in your ears, and the quietness spreading over the whole gym space. He doesn't say a word, and neither are you.

As you reach the office, he puts you down on the chair behind the desk, your head falls back on the comfortable headrest as soon as his palm leaves you skin. You feel him moving around in the small space, rattling with boxes and objects you can't recognize by the sound. You head snaps back when you feel his close proximity, he's sitting on another chair, dragged close to yours. The little lamp on the desk is on, giving you the spotlight. He reaches for your t-shirt that sticks to your skin like it's glued down. He slowly lifts it up, revealing the nasty gash just above your right hip. You look down at it, but all you can see is red flesh, coated with thick blood.

"Don't look at it." He commands, and your eyes flicker up at his posture. A med kit is spread open on the desk next to him, tools already in his hands.

"What are you doing?" You ask, like it's not obvious.

"You need stitches." A couple of minutes ago you saw so much emotion on him, now it's just void. You stare at him, trying not to focus on the pain in your side, and then in your nose when you scrunch it up in discomfort. You hold onto the desk so tightly you break all your nails into it, the other one in a fist just hanging at your side.

Frank works soundless and fast, but when the needle hits your skin, you grab onto his shoulder, steadying yourself with the contact.

"I fucking hate needles."

"I know." he whispers, not glancing away from your skin.

You never seen him like this. You never saw him touching someone else, besides the occasional pat on the back. You saw him punch a bag, break an arm, treating his own injuries like an itchy spot, but this is new. His fingers work delicately, paying attention to any reaction you give, giving you space and time, when he feels you can't take it. It's just a couple of stitches, it's not a big deal, you thought. But the needle in your flesh made you dizzy and nauseous.

"You know you could have called." He finally lift his eyes, meeting yours, searching for what do you mean by that exactly. "Just to know you are alive or something."

You hate yourself to admit, but you were on edge all day, and you were frustrated with him too much to keep your mouth shut. He gives you a half smile, then he returns to the task on your side.

"But i can see you were busy." You lift your fingers to his face, tracking the new cut on his eyebrow he probably collected during the day. He's not fazed from your touch, but it's the most you have ever got. You thought he would scold you, flinch away, brush your fingers off, but nothing. His focus continues to be on your injury.

"What were you doing here Y/N?" He asks, his voice not fitting the big bad Punisher you know very well. Soft and curious, tired.

"I was thinking you might be here. I wanted to give you a hard time for not giving life signals." You sound defeated, and to be honest, you are. Physically and emotionally. You just want to get over with this nurse play he's doing, and go home, have a drink or two, and pass out. He's quiet again, and damn it's making you go feral.

"Damnit Frank! Fucking say something." As you let the rage out, your fist collide with the desk, tears pricking your eyes as fury washes over you accompanied with pain. "Damnit Frank..." Soft sobs erupts from you, the hand that hit the desk with so much power, now hides your eyes in shame and tiredness from Frank. You feel weak and ashamed for letting your guard down, in front of him at the top of that.

Frank's fingers pulls your hand from your face, reveling a very broken looking you. You try to look away, staring at the door he dragged you in, tears clouding your vision, they drop down on your face as rain.

"Look at me sweetheart." You give in, his face is beat up, purple and red spots all over his perfect features you hate and love so much at the same time. He smiles a little bit, an encouraging smile, his hand nears you again, touching your face smudging the blood on your lips. His eyes scanning your features, not missing any spot, and you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, and you fear he can feel it on his fingertips.

"Your nose is broken" He states, as his pointing finger and thumb slides up and down on either side of your nose. You sigh, closing your eyes, thinking about all the way you can kill him right now, this moment. And with that in your head, he cracks your nose in place, making you almost scream out from the sudden pain shooting up to your brain. Now you are really going to kill him.

"Fucking hell Frank, a warning would have been nice. Jesus." You groan, clutching the center of your face.

He actually laughs, and you can't help the death stare you give him. The laugh isn't reaching his eyes tho, still laced with concern and fear. If he has any. So you just look at the beautiful brown eyes, the eyes you would die and live for. And you almost died today.

You just stare at each other, faces not showing too much, words dead in your throats, bodies still as rock. Minutes pass like this. Your body feels the pull towards him, and he's freaking aware of it, cause out of the blue, his body lunges towards you, hands cupping your face. You feel his heat, breath on your face as your eyelids close automatically, before his lips catches yours.

He tastes like blood mixed with mint, hunger and satisfaction, life and death. The kiss is soft and slow, neither of you hurry to end it, just enjoying the sensations that the other can offer.

Your hand grabs into his shoulder, keeping him close, you fear he's going to disappear after this, nursing you back to a somewhat health, and leaving you hanging here. You are a burden to him, and he is a burden to you.

He's the first to pull back, a sharp intake signals he needed to breath, and you practically gasp for air when the warmness of his lips leaves. Your eyes are closed, basking in the feeling of him on you, just a little bit, before the moment is ruined. And Frank is right on cue with that, the needle is back again under your skin, you hiss at the sudden sting.

"Shhhhhit."

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, finishing off the stitches, the gash is now a tightly shut wound, you look like you stepped out of a low budget horror movie. There is a hint of smile on his face, eyes focusing on the last touches, covering the injury with gauze.

"No you aren't." One of his eyebrows lift up, as he looks at you, straight in the eye, challenging you in some way. "Way to ruin the moment" You admit, you can't just pretend that his lips crushing into yours didn't affected you.

"You know i'm all about the romance, darling" A cocky smirk plastered on on his lips, and you surrender as you mirror him, trying to collect yourself from this hellish of a night.

"You okay?" He suddenly switches into a serious tone, not the teasing one you used to.

"What is a broken nose and a little scratch to me?" You laugh, if you are lucky, he believes it for tonight. You don't even believe yourself at the moment. His eyes travel down to your neck, a nasty bruise is probably already showing around the delicate skin, and you you he's gonna store this picture in his head for a long time, before he can forgive himself. "It's not your fault Frank"

"You were seconds away from death, Y/N. Or something worse." Your head burns and aches from all the emotions he displayed in the last couple of minutes, while you can't even track yours properly.

"Stop it Frank. Just..." You press your palm to your forehead, yearning for a relief from the pressure in your brain. "I knew what i'm signing up for, when i met you. I'm not delusional, i'm not stupid. So can we skip this part, please?"

He lets his head hung low, elbows resting on his knees, the needle he used on you still in his hands, playing with the tiny metal in between his fingers. You lift his chin up, caressing the unshaven skin with your thumb, slightly touching his lower lip. He lets you, he's not protesting. As the perfect angle comes, you crush your lips with his. The power of hitting your nose to his face making you groan into his mouth,his tongue slipping right next to yours in the process. His taste filling you again, savoring it for later. You share a heated kiss, way more shorter than before. He breaks it again, and you pout, not caring if he sees it. He lick his lips, collecting himself for a second, before standing up, and slipping his arm behind your back.

"Let's get you home, sweetheart." Yes, that's a fucking good idea.

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[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

31. Would you come back to me?

Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.

" dad" Albus said as he watched his father cleaning off the used utensils

" yea " harry replied looking over his shoulder to his son sitting behind the kitchen table.

" I- I was talking with mom the other day and she told me something " Albus nervously said

" oh yeah, what'd she tell ?" Harry chuckled

" why you guy's really separated " Albus replied. Harry stopped dead for a moment looking blankly at the utensils until he resumed washing, not replying anything yet.

Once done, harry wiped off his hands over his apron, handing Albus the cold coffee he had just brewed, taking one for himself, he sat down in front of Albus with a curious smile.

" so what'd she tell you ?"

" well- she doesn't want me talking to you about these things but I- think I'm big enough to know these things now, don't you think ?" He nervously asked once again.

" well- albus I think you are " harry gave albus a friendly frown and with that Albus immediately loosened up, giving harry a genuine smile.

" so what did she tell you ?" He asked once again pointing Albus to drink his cold coffee.

" well- she told me- that you guys didn't love each other " Albus said

" I do love your mom Albus-"

" just not the same way, right ?" Albus asked. Biting the inside of his cheek harry deliberated whether he should actually let Albus know or not, until he did, knowing if he were where Albus was, he'd want to know too.

Harry nodded hesitantly.

" but you guys seemed to love each other so much? Like all the things you did, I mean i don't get it how could you just fall out of love you know ?" Albus asked a little irritated by the fact that his parents had actually fallen out of love. Harry is suddenly strongly reminded of a very Vivid situation, the situation he'd been so familiar with.

" Albus- I think what you're trying to say is that we Always cared for each other. We often confuse love with care. At much later part of our marriage, before separation we had almost forgotten what was it like to love each other and simply cared for one another" harry explained.

Albus clenched looking at his father, " so you're saying one day we eventually fall out of love ?"

" what- no- Albus, no that's not what happened- hell " harry immediately responded.

" then what happened ?" Albus aggressively asked

" it's- it's just more complicated than it seems Albus but I want you to know that love is real, alright. Just because your parents didn't work out doesn't mean love cannot exists, look at your uncle Ron and aunt Hermione, I've rarely ever seen love like that and hell I can't even tell you how much time they had spent crushing desperately over each other for years. We're sorry- really for setting such a bad example but we're not perfect, nobody is. It's simply is we couldn't make it work and we regret it " harry sighed pushing his hair back from falling over his face.

Albus shoulder slumped down a bits, staring at the water ring on his coaster absent mindedly.

" just say it albus. Don't keep it in " harry encouraged knowing his son was deliberating about saying something.

Albus looked up at harry strangely, a look he had never looked at him with ever before, " she said- that you- you've never truly loved her. She said even though you loved her but a part of your heart Always belonged to someone else "

And everything stopped. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled in the air, even his hair on his forehead became still. He was shook Ginny had told him something like that. It wasn't as if harry wasn't ever prepared for such conversations but the way it had twisted into something, it was unpredictable and he found it hard to focus on one thing.

" is it true dad ? That you loved someone else too ?" Albus contemplated nervously.

Harry looked up at albus, not realising when had he ever leant down and cleared his throat to gain his voice back.

" I never cheated alb-"

" I know. She knows that but she says she knew that you Always have loved Someone else too " Albus bit his lip nervously hoping he hadn't offended harry by saying something so personal.

" i- I never thought she'd actually tell you this" harry eyes widened in surprise as he cleared his throat once again.

" w- I shouldn't have bought this up- this is just-"

" hey hey, it's fine- you said you're big enough to know these things now- well then " harry interjected nervously " she's right. I- my heart as she put it, one part of it has always belonged to someone else " harry sighed closing his eyes, glimpsing back in his memories of that one Particular person.

" oh- who ?" He asked curiously

Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously, not believing it even for a second that he is infact about have this conversation.

" someone" he finally replied.

And with that harry is brought back into his memories from years ago, that one person's laughter resonating in his head, that one smile which was only reserved for him, that voice which echoed in his head every night, as if it was calling harry to it but just as he reached the bottom, there would be another bottom and he would be stuck. Everyday. And as harry started to finally tell Albus about his first love, he flows into his memory of the last day of 5th year after harry had recently lost Sirius and was extremely vulnerable, around the black lake away from everyone, in just his own little bubble with him.

The lake reflected with the red and yellow light of the dropping sun from across the mountain and a faint breeze drying Harry's face covered with tears. He has someone's arms around his shoulder, cooing him, reminding him one day everything would finally be fine but he didn't had it in him to even understand what he was saying. He was crying, heavily breathing because of the heart clenching pain, the void in his heart which had finally filled had now grown bigger, how was anything ever supposed to be fine..

" we need to end this " harry abruptly said

" what ?" He asked confused by Harry's sudden outrage with something complete nuisance.

" we can't- I can't keep doing this " harry replied numbly

" wha- why not ?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, feeling slightly hurt by such abysmal suggestion.

" don't you see, I lose everyone one day and I- I can't- I don't want to deliberately lose you " harry replied looking at him.

He frowned " you're not losing me harry-"

" then will I not ?" They had never talked about future, only because it remained so uncertain that they hated the idea of future

" no- you will not " he replied

" and you are absolutely 100 percent sure ? Isn't there a possibility someone would find out about us and it'll spread like a wildfire and everyone would desperately try to separate us !" Harry exclaimed

" okay harry- first calm down. Nobody have found out about us in the last one year, it seems highly unlikely someone would-"

" voldemort knows " and suddenly both of their breaths came to a halt. One word and everything they owned collapsed onto the ground as if it was the fragile chandelier hanging on the top of a broken roof.

" how-"

" he can see in my head. We can't keep doing this-"

" then we fight-"

" I'll fight- can you ?"

And there was silence. He wanted to respond that he would but he didn't trust the world, even if he trusted himself. He hated the world. He was weak, fragile and in a fight against the world, he knew he'd always lose, over and over.

" we are on opposite sides of war. Voldemort's came out. He'll be rebuilding his army. Everything is going to change. Even us" harry tried to explain without wanting to break down. This was the first time harry after sirius had sensibly talked but it was self preservation speaking for him, he couldn't afford to lose someone he really loves, once again. For once he wanted to protect his heart, he couldn't roll it over his sleeves when his sleeves were covered with thorns. It would be a death call and he couldn't give in, just yet.

" you and I- people like us don't belong together. The world will never understand us and this is the first fight we'd lose. I want this but it's going to be difficult. We can't be together as Long as we are on opposite sides-"

"Then I'll be on your side- "

" you are " harry responded giving a weak smile

" but I belong on the other side" he replied looking far ahead over the lake as if the realisation had finally dawned upon him. Something he had always known but had now slapped him right in the face.

"yes " harry replied looking at him, Saving in his memories the last time what he really looked like, his smile, his long lashes, his crooked nose, his pale skin, his tinted cheeks, his soft ears, his soft hair, his storm filled eyes, his pink plumped lips he had kissed so often. Saving it away for one day what it would look like in a pensieve.

" we knew what we were getting into but we took the risk nevertheless. It was a deranged path and we knew it from the beginning " harry softly said clutching other man's fingers with his own.

He didn't reply, he just longingly stared at the waters, as if he was remembering them not harry.

" so we give up ?" He finally asked turning to harry with unseen part of his face wet with tears. Harry reached forward wiping away his tear but they didn't stop, they only flooded more with Harry's touch.

" no, we- we promise to come back once again after all this is over" harry smiled softly.

" and you believe there will be coming back after all ? What if one of us- dies " he hesitated In fear of only imagining it.

Harry started at him knowing it was one of the possibilities but wasn't ready for such thing. It was a huge possibility that one day harry might lose " I have hope for us " harry suddenly spoke out loud. The thoughts In his mind had unknowningly reached his lips and there wasn't a going back from that.

The other man stared at harry long enough, he too concealing this part of him for that one day they'd meet again.

" promise me then if we make it through, we'll come back to each other " he asked, his voice sounding not more than a quivering sound.

" I promise that If I make it through one day, we'll meet again and come back to each other" harry replied

" pinky promise ?" He smiled.

Harry chuckled, then nodded

" do you promise ?"

" I promise "

" what happened then ? How'd you wind up with mom ?" Albus asked curiously, a faint yellow light from the evening bouncing over his brunette head.

" did he- die ?" Albus asked almost heart broken

" what- no " harry chuckled

" then what happened ?" Albus asked again

" he- broke the promise. We belonged to someone else much before we could've even belonged to each other. When I met him after the war and his probation, he had changed completely " harry replied reminiscing about the specific day

" then didn't you ever ask him again ?" Albus asked almost jumping off his chair.

Harry gave a small smile " I couldn't "

" but why- what if he had still loved you ?" Albus asked

" as I said he was completely changed. He wasn't the man I fell in love with. He never asked either. It died out over time. Besides I'm pretty sure he had already forgotten about it. Also I think he was engaged by the time we met again, it didn't make sense" harry replied

" then didn't you ever like try to stop his wedding like In those romantic comedies mum watches ?" Albus asked excitedly

Harry laughed picking up their glasses and going over to the sink " she's always loved them. You've got to stop watching them if that's what you're cooking in your head Albus. Real love Is different than what they show, it's not just one fight and making it up. Its so much efforts, fights, pain, drama and so many other things"

" but If it's the right person, it'd never feel like that would it ? If you really love someone then those fights wouldn't be so bad or there wouldn't be pain or drama. It'd be a happy relationship, wouldn't it ?" And in that small sentence albus has unknowningly managed to define true love.

Harry looked at his now grown up son, crossing his arms smiling impressively. And nodded.

Albus sighed in relief, slumping down in his chair. Harry quizzically analysed Albus until his expressions changed to sometimes brief.

" who is it?" Harry asked knowingly

" what?" Albus blushed

" who's this person you're suddenly relating everything to ?" Harry teased poking Albus Playfully.

" there is no one dad" Albus blushed embarassed, jumping off the chair, taking a few steps back.

" come on- I told you my story. I atleast deserve to know who it is " harry smirked crossing his arms in front of him

Albus sighed rolling his eyes" he's from school"

" ooh, someone from school. Like father like son" harry teased

" dadd " Albus whined blushing

" okay- fine, fine. Who is it then ?" Harry asked giving up with the teasing.

" it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me " Albus sighed crossing his arms in front of him in disappointment.

Harry carefully analysed Albus's face again, remembering exactly the same way he felt "it's the Malfoy kid, isn't it ?"

Albus's eyes suddenly shot up in surprise.

" how did you-"

" you're my son. Of course I'd know" harry sighed uncrossing his arms and stepping forward and placing them in the kitchen table, leaning forward.

" don't make the same mistakes I did. Ask him out. Write to him maybe. I'm sure he'd agree " harry suggested.

" mistake ? What mistake did you make ?" Albus asked curiously.

Harry gave him a firm smile before he putting his hands away from the table to his sides " it's a story for some other day, your mom is gonna be here to pick you up in an hour. Do your stuff and we'll talk about it next week? What say ?"

Albus frowned before letting go and nodding.

" one last question dad "

" shoot" harry said as he started washing those used cups again

" did you ever love mom as much as you loved that someone ?"

Harry smiled this time not stopping " I- love like that happened only once. I loved your mom a different way. I loved him a different way "

" but who'd you love more then?"

Harry turned around to see Albus standing there leaning over the kitchen table curiously " I will not answer that. Now enough with my love life. Go do your homework " harry said a little sternly in his father like adamant voice.

Sighing Albus gave up.

" okay, just one question, I promise " Albus plead again. Harry sighed before nodding.

" if now he came back in your life and asks you for a second chance, would you go back to him ?"

Harry smiled Shaking his head" yes- yes I would "

The next week when Albus came back for the stay, he seemed far excited than anything else. As soon as Ginny had left, Albus squealed.

" whoa there squirrel, what's got your knickers in a twist ?" Harry chuckled

" I've got an invitation. Can we please go to scropius's place. He offered for a while. I'll promise we can come back and do homework, he really wants me to see his collections. Can we please dad, please ?" Albus gave harry his puppy eyes in desperation..

Harry sighed before nodding.

" for an hour.. "

And with that after an hour, they flooed to scropius's place. The Malfoy manor.

They were recieved with a rather very pleasant place. It was no longer a dark, submerged place, it had been refurbished with mostly white and brown. It seemed like an entirely new place. Not one part of Malfoy manor looked like what it did ages ago ,and yet harry liked it better. It was welcoming. And just then he walked in, with scropius.

" potter "

" Malfoy" harry sternly nodded at Draco, losing himself again in that brief reminiscents of the past. He hadn't changed even a little bit as he remembered him from the day by the lake, yet everything had changed. Everything.

" we're gonna go " Albus didn't even wait and ran off with scropius, leaving harry and draco alone, both staring at each other thinking how the other had forgotten of the promise..

( I've really been writing shit lately. Anyways hope you liked this one, I'd been very excited for this one but It haven't turned out as good as I wanted to, so .. )

Requests open

Part 2 & 3

Day 30- scared, potter | Day 32- reasons not to be in love with Draco malfoy by Harry

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[theworldsoul]

Look, I'm just gonna lay it out because I cant stand not feeling 100 percent There. I dont feel real,,, but it's not in the same sense that I didnt feel real like when I was on meds/weed. It's different this time. Similar, but different. I guess I just feel like I'm not doing anything of any real importance. Or like the world around me has already been so fucked that it's gone and I'm just. Here. Watching it deteriorate and get corrupted.

Watching a man sculpt in in wet clay.

There are paths to walk down but none of them lead to any semblance of being content.

It's like I'm pretty much always entirely alone. Which is fine, but my mind Hates it. My mind buzzes out and goes "hey, none of this is real. It's so funny that it's not real." And then things look kinda small sometimes and I feel like theres this eternal wall between me and other people. This eternal wall, because i understand things they dont... because i undertsand the esoteric without understanding the exoteric, without knowing how to talk to people, and I have all of this fucking ENERGY and I cant do anything with it really so it sits there and rots. Like I feel fine, but something is definitely OFF and I dont fucking know what it is. I think it's my lack of in-school things to do. I'm just not that interested in anything atm, and after so long taking an art class, sometimes art feels like work. Theres so much I need to be reading rn but my brain just sucks at reading, I dont have the attention span.

Basically, I'm pretty sure spending a few months high as fuck, crying and laughing and oh the room is spinning now woooahhh... in my phone/computer alone without pursuing anything productive... has seriously rotted my brain. I found God at least, that's a start and that's the truth I want to walk in. That's all I know... that's all that's certain. But that's a good thing. Because through God, you can see everyhting in it's right place.

Displaced, society is. Displaced.

I'm not happy and I'm not sad. I do feel a little dead.

[sunnycove]

what ivy is about

this is 100 percent right because i came up with it ask taylor

[Verse One] How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones In a faith-forgotten land In from the snow Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow Tarnished but so grand

= We met in the graveyard while I was grieving my dead husband, and you your dead wife; How serendipitous! _____________________________________________________________ [Pre-Chorus] And the old widow goes to the stone every day But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living

= They see me go to the graveyard and visit my ex husband's grave, just like you. But we're actually meeting for a rendez vous. I feel bad for them because they don't have a love like this. _________________________________________________ [Chorus 1] Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

= You understand and relate to me, much better than I've been socialized to expect. Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

= Oh, but I still have a new husband because society. I literally can't live a day without one as a pre-twentieth century woman. Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you = but it doesn't matter! I love you and we definitely fuck in the graveyard. I'm the house and you're the ivy. You grow on me, you wear me down; regardless of what society expects, this is still happening and I'm letting it.

_____________________________________________________________ [Verse 2] I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed He's in the room = Why do you let me do this to you? When we're outside the graveyard, reality comes crashing back down because I still have a fucking stupid husband like a growth I can't remove. Your opal eyes are all I wish to see He wants what's only yours

= Lol it still doesn't matter. I love you; he's just utility.

_____________________________________________________________ [Chorus 2] = time passes. [Verse 3] Clover blooms in the fields Spring breaks loose, the time is near What would he do if he found us out? = We're running out of time; as Spring approaches, it becomes harder to hide our relationship. _____________________________________________________________ Crescent moon, coast is clear Spring breaks loose, but so does fear = We can only meet at night now because everyone is suspicious... He's gonna burn this house to the ground = ...especially my husband, who would undoubtably react with anger and violence because it's the pre-modern era and he has been socialized to react this way and only in this way. _____________________________________________________________ How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole On begged and borrowed time = We could never have foreseen that this extracurricular relationship would happen and threaten my life. So tell me to run Or dare to sit and watch what we'll become And drink my husband's wine

= So we either run away together, break up and live with our boring unhappy lives, or literally die. _____________________________________________________________ [Chorus 3] = more time passes, and despite the danger, we still are not able to resist each other, and we continue our relationship. [Bridge] So yeah, it's a fire It's a goddamn blaze in the dark = Looks like we made our choice: death; my husband has found out and is burning down the house, exactly as we foresaw. And you started it You started it = It's because of you, and us, and this. I say this without regret. So yeah, it's a war It's the goddamn fight of my life And you started it You started it

= Looks like this really is going to cost me my life. [Chorus] Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered In you, in you Now I'm covered in you In you = I knew it would though. And I love you anyway. I accept this.

_____________________________________________________________

#taylor swift #ivy #song interpretation

[scripthistory]

Hello! I'm not sure how much you know about the 1848-50 California gold rush, but as a native Californian, I've always been fascinated by the topic. My question is multifaceted. For one: how big would miners plots of land along the various rivers be, and would people actually live on the same plots that they mined for gold? Also, what would it be like for a young woman and/or young men and children in an area like this?

Hello there! Well, aren’t you in luck because we have the Archivist from @scriptlibrarian answering this one! The Archivist has also studied history and has got your back so just read on!

There is gold in them darn hills!

Quick history of the California Gold Rush.  In 1848, John Marshal found flecks of gold in the American River, just below the Sierra Nevadas, in Coloma California, while building a water powered sawmill for John Sutter.

Just days after he discovered the gold, the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo was signed, ending the Mexican-American War, giving California to the United States and essentially the gold.

The discovery of Gold shaped California into the state is today.  California saw the largest migration influx in the history of the United States.  In 1848 there was roughly 157,000 people in California (150,000 Natives, 6,500 Spanish/Mexican, 700 American/Non-Native).  Within 20 months the Non-Native Population soared to 100,000 and by the mid 1850’s was past 300,000.  This massive population influx put California on fast track to Statehood, and with the Compromise of 1850 California was allowed into the Union, just two years after the land was acquired, as a Free State - leading a imbalance in Free vs Slave States.  

So now that we got background history established let’s look at your questions.

How big would miner’s plots of land along the various rivers be…

I admit, I dug around for this information and beyond going into deep dark storage and digging out (pun intended) my books from school … the best answer I could find is - depends.

Yeah I hate that also.

A miner would first have to  Staking a Claim, which involves first the discovery of a valuable mineral in quantities that a “prudent man” would invest time and expenses to recover them. Then mark the claim boundaries, with wooden posts, capped steel posts, both of which must be four feet tall, or stone cairns, which must be three feet tall. Then filing a claim with the land management agency (USFS or BLM), and the local county registrar.   

There are four types of Land Claims, a miner could make:

Placer (minerals free of the local bedrock, and deposited in benches or streams) - This would be your typical visual of Gold Miners.  Bent over a stream with a pan, looking for flexs or small nuggets of gold. 

Lode (minerals in place in the mother rock) - next stage up.  The Miner has a section off shoot of the river, and is breaking up the rocks looking for veins of gold.

Tunnel (a location for a proposed tunnel which claims all veins discovered during the driving of it) - This would be someone with enough capital to start mining operation looking for gold, and could hire workers.

Millsite (a maximum five acre site for processing ore) - This is a full on organization, that is mining not just gold, but other minerals as well.  Has a team of miners, and likely a full town surrounding it to supplement the miners.

So if your character would need to find the gold, stake out his claim, then register it.  Depending on how much gold found, expense to work the land, and fees for the register - would determine the size of his land claim.

Would your character live in the same spot as they mine?

Yes, they would have a camp with a tent and supplies near by, so they could work their claim dawn to dusk.  They did this for a variety of reasons:

Ease of access to the claim.  The last thing anyone wanted to do was hike in and out of the area, wasting precious time traveling when they could be mining.

Protecting their assets.  If they are away from their claim, someone could sneak in and mine the area, or re stake the claim stating it was abandoned.

Also, what would it be like for a young woman and/or young men and children in an area like this?

The Gold Rush was not really a place for children. It was a brutal work, and a very lonely existence.  Many men left their families behind in hopes of making it rich to bring back the gold to them.   

That doesn’t mean that there wasn’t women in the camps.  

At one point there was a call out to women to go to California, because there was a fear men would do ‘untold’ things without the calm and stable influence of a woman (not many headed the call).

There were wives that worked the claims with their husbands, and likely even a few who took over the claim after he died.  Though this was dangerous as she would be on her own, and had very little rights to the land.  

Most of the women seen in or around the camps were washers, cooks, those seeking out a living for their family.  These women came with their husbands, fathers, brothers and ended up making the money for the family to survive, while the men panned for gold.

By the 1850’s there were roughly 1000 women working in and around the mines, but they were still a small part of the population, and  by the 1860’s they were less than 19% of the population of California.

A good resource to look into the role women played in the Gold Rush would be They Saw the Elephant: Woman in the Gold Rush by JoAnn Levy.

Now as for young men, it would depend on what you mean by young men?  

There were many teenage boys out in the fields, either they came with their father or ran away from home. The Gold Rush was an opportunity to make it rich fast, and men from all walks of life, old and young found their way to California.

Children were less likely in the mines or panning for gold.  If the whole family was in the gold fields, the younger kids would be with mom, helping with cooking, washing, etc.  Older boys maybe 12ish would be with dad.  There are not many accounts, but it didn’t mean they weren’t there.  

William Tecumseh Sherman - the future Civil War General, worked in San Francisco during the Gold Rush as a banker, and had his two young sons with him during the time, while his wife and daughter stayed back East.  Now this was in the city and not the gold fields.  Women, kids and families were very common in San Francisco.

In contrast Ulysses S. Grant was in the Army at the time, stationed in the gold fields and had left his family behind.  This also led to him being discharged from the Army, because of his drinking problem, as he had never done well being away from his wife, Julia.

Irony both men would come together a decade later, a friendship that some say changed the world.  But that is another essay.

Some interesting facts about the Gold Rush that could be helpful.

The Gold Rush attracted immigrants from around the world, by 1850 more than 25 percent of California’s population had been born outside the United States. As the amount of available gold began to dwindle, miners increasingly fought one another for profits and anti-immigrant tensions soared. In 1850 California’s legislature passed a Foreign Miner’s tax, which levied a monthly fee of $20 on non-citizens, the equivalent of more than $500 in today’s money. That bill was eventually repealed, but was replaced with another in 1852 that expressly singled out Chinese miners, charging them $2 ($80 today) a month. Violence against foreign miners increased as well, and beatings, rapes and even murders became commonplace. However no ethnic group suffered more than California’s Native Americans. Before the Gold Rush, its native population numbered roughly 300,000. Within 20 years, more than 100,000 would be dead. Most died from disease or mining-related accidents, but more than 4,000 were murdered by enraged miners.

Early sections of San Francisco were built out of ships abandoned by prospectors. The Gold Rush conjures up images of thousands of “’49ers” heading west in wagons to strike it rich in California, but many of the first prospectors actually arrived by ship. Within months, San Francisco’s port was teeming with boats that had been abandoned after their passengers, and crew headed inland to hunt for gold. As the formerly tiny town began to boom, demand for lumber increased dramatically, and the ships were dismantled and sold as construction material. Hundreds of houses, banks, saloons, hotels, jails and other structures were built out of the abandoned ships, while others were used as landfill. Today, more than 150 years after the Gold Rush began, archeologists and preservations continue to find relics, sometimes even entire ships, beneath the streets of the City by the Bay.  Map of where ships can be found in San Francisco

Mining wasn’t cheap! Most of the men who flocked to northern California arrived with little more than the clothes on their backs. Once there, they needed to buy food and supplies, which San Francisco’s merchants were all too willing to provide for a cost. Stuck in a remote region, far from home, many prospectors coughed up most of their hard-earned money for the most basic supplies. At the height of the boom in 1849, prospectors could expect prices sure to cause sticker shock: A single egg could cost the equivalent of $25 in today’s money, coffee went for more than $100 per pound and replacing a pair of worn out boots could set you back more than $2,500.

The merchant’s made the money not the miners.  As the boom continued, more and more men got out of the gold-hunting business and began to open businesses catering to newly arrived prospectors. In fact, some of America’s greatest industrialists got their start in the Gold Rush. Philip Armour, who would later found a meatpacking empire in Chicago, made a fortune operating the sluices that controlled the flow of water into the rivers being mined. Before John Studebaker built one of America’s great automobile fortunes, he manufactured wheelbarrows for Gold Rush miners. And two entrepreneurial bankers named Henry Wells and William Fargo moved west to open an office in San Francisco, an enterprise that soon grew to become one of America’s premier banking institutions. One of the biggest mercantile success stories was that of Levi Strauss. A German-born tailor, Strauss arrived in San Francisco in 1850 with plans to open a store selling canvas tarps and wagon coverings to the miners. After hearing that sturdy work pants, ones that could withstand the punishing 16-hour days regularly put in by miners, were more in demand, he shifted gears, opening a store in downtown San Francisco that would eventually become a manufacturing empire, producing Levi’s denim jeans.

And to prove how fate is fickle - the man who’s name will always be associated with the California Gold Rush - John Sutter - died in poverty.  As news had spread about the discovery of gold on his property, within months, most of his workers had abandoned him to search for gold themselves, while thousands of other prospectors overran and destroyed much of his land and equipment. Faced with mounting debts, Sutter was forced to deed his land to one of his sons, who used it to create a new settlement called Sacramento. Sutter Sr. was furious—he had hoped the town would be named after him—but he had more pressing concerns. Nearly bankrupt, he began a decades-long campaign to have the U.S. government reimburse him for his financial losses, to no avail. While thousands became rich off his former land, a bitter Sutter retired to Pennsylvania and died.

I hope this information is helpful, and will give you some insight of the world during the California Gold Rush.

Some great sources to check out:

Women in the Gold Rush

Summary of Gold Mining Techniques

Articles on the Gold Rush

History Channel’s Gold Rush

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[the-firebird69]

The New York Times - Breaking News, US News, World News and Videos

This article is proof that Trump is going down you mentioned it before I'm trying to tell him they're going down because we told you to shut up and take it off our son and you're not listening. So you're going to listen this person knows your stuff inside and out and he's known associate of yours whether you say he's from a different group or not he's listed on all sorts of groups that you're in and he's listed as a buddy and all sorts of things like that and you're running around town trying to disown him and when you're doing that he's turning evidence on you and he's doing it over and over today and you don't seem to understand that and we do because they are going to start sequestering you and they're going to pull you in for questioning and that's going to be the federal government for treason and more you think eventually they'll find out your Russian and you're going to be executed publicly to make a whole bunch of problems go away and you are going to be sacrificed whether you like it or not it's their plan we found it and some of your spies told you this week and last week and you insisting here on our son being a fart and your life is turning to misery and your people are all dying. And it keeps happening and you never listen but now you're going to go after these robots and you do not have what it takes and your people are already down there dying and the robots are already attacking and you will lose your fleets but you only have two of like 100 million each and they're not much to speak of and the stuff in New Zealand is being attacked by robots and you keep yelling at the empire and so they're attacking you and we have to defend our son and we are attacking you here to depower you because you're so smart you're doing stupid s*** soon you're going to be gone and you'll be a memory for people which they won't like but until then we are going after you and make a mental note that it works if you don't we go out to a lot harder and it seems to be your favorite thing to do is to piss people off. Right now you had like 2% or three of the population that you have one person you have now 1.5% the rest is spread out and 0.25% of the same California is getting wiped out mostly because you are trying to get your buildings back and every day we're hitting like 0.05% and that is one half of 1/10 of a percent it's a huge number and you're going to be dead out there pretty soon right now we're moving your chopper places and we pick them up already no but it's going to be a fun operation we're going to start recording it off now and we're going to make a big perimeter and we have to take out your missiles and your ships and everything and it's not a joint effort because we want the land up there and we wanted to and it's in upstate New York and nobody's really claiming stuff yet and it's going to start it up and we have things to bring out.

You're a soft piece of s*** John remillard and you're mean to our son and your sleaze bag we don't want any accidents as you keep saying you can provide and we're going to have accidents happen to you twice as much now soon three times and you'll be completely dead shortly and you know how to you finally see and it's your landlord who kills you because you're such a failure and a mean person and you don't stop at least people say it's your landlord we think it is possibly your son and he is doing it because people think that our son is your daddy and that he's going to threaten our son with your death so enjoy your evening

Thor Freya

Olympus

[the-firebird69]

We think they're going to launch another round of mega ships we have a count of four possibly fine so the locations we announced earlier and they are prepping to do so for tonight and yes where it is dark the major ship in Canada is gigantic.

-besides from that the empire is going to be under attack by morlock who are yes too small to do so and they are turning themselves badly and my husband says that's great now and it's supposed to be rebels but you're too small and you don't do anything to him except push him to do things and lose your stuff to them so have a heart would you her brain or something it doesn't do anything it doesn't even occupy them too much. They can't figure out why he's complaining to waste the time and energy and you won't be able to operate at all because you won't be around and I guess it's none of my business if you want to commit suicide.

So they have a lot of funny things to say that don't mean anything

-so I went to other stuff happening but to be brief Charlotte county did lay off the exact percent they wanted and said they'll probably wait a couple days for more they need replacement personal and the minority more lock didn't work out. Like 8 years here and I found out that the max was supporting it.

-they intend to lay off 5% more of private employment tomorrow leaving only 10% and public jobs or government jobs county is down to 10% they want to live 5% more tomorrow since Wednesday please sheriff's office is at 125 and tomorrow they mentioned trying for 100 but it's not like a massively serious yet. I'm going to go to PD is staying at 40

-some of the things happening it's a great deal of attention drawn to him and it is about what's going on now and it should get better but really I don't know we'll see the crabs are still up there it's gross people cleared out about half there's a huge number of them dead about 75% and they're on shore 25% during the water and be getting eaten by other crabs the other crabs are going to move in because still only half the crabs on shore were cleared and tonight they're going to go in probably all the way all the big ones and the area will be gone buildings some bunkers any bunker that's shallow will be gone and most Army and all the people it's going to be horrible and tonight most of the cops will be gone and huge fish are already coming in they're only 300 miles offshore fish ranging from 10 ft to 30 MI and another 20 mi out there 40 up to 100 miles out there probably 50 miles long and there's only a few hundred miles

-so few more things going on and we're going to mention them. Standing there doing hand signals it never works and just keep doing it some scene and ridiculous and you mention other things but we mostly disappointed with their behavior they just don't act like rebels don't know how to calculate stuff and really are spoiled and think they're still big is gross they're going to be useless I mean and arrogant and teeny if anything 200 million versus 30 million should prove it most of it's by bja the other groups are small

-the keys program has been held up for some reason I think they're still at the studio and people have to find the movie and I'm saying it's James Bond but I don't think so it's not the movie that she was in and she was in Abu Dhabi at first but there is a movie mission impossible where he goes from somewhere to Abu Dhabi so Chase it down tonight and hopefully I'm going to put it down on things to do on the other also have other things happening in Charlotte county

-there's about 50,000 people who suck I'm going after them but we are commandeering more and more of the land but more lock on due to constant threats it's up to 3.5% now in a few minutes they say yes 4% out of 5% I'd say by early evening all of it would be cordoned off and then there's only those places that they have not been evicted from hotels campers and land that they can put campers on and other things like that.

-there's a huge number of people wondering what they're going to do and the above has it so probably publish down

Hera Zues

That is a lot of people on land and there's a lot of campers for sale and before 5:00 p.m. or so we can go buy one and I'm sure they take cash and they don't have to sell to people if they don't want to but usually it's you guys selling them and the camper guy should probably agree with wagons West and John Candy can be contacted so it's a plan of his

Zues

Well it is now I appreciate it too all the phone calls it was a long way and I'm doing nothing apparently I'm only down here I have like 20 million not bad and it says it's good percentage and thank you very much we're doing a showing Jesus Christ

John candy

Come down Uncle Buck and where's my 14-in pancake and dough

Zues Hera

Will get you the dough in the pancakes and then come poop

John candy

It's not very nice nincompoops originally at Macaulay Culkin

Zues Hera

Yeah I see him he's right there making stupid faces it's teeny and saying it's a trick and I believe he walked by earlier

John candy

We're giving permission to publish

Olympus

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Law and order svu fanfiction

Video killed the pedophile part 4

Guest Starring the cast of castle

Kate: pov it is now the next morning, me and Liv are going to interview the living victims because we are 100 percent sure she killed the guy. In the interrogation room Liv asks the woman some questions about what happened to her and did she know he had a tape of them. She said no, I asked if she knew of any living victims she said I want a lawyer I told her you are his only living victims so that is enough for motive. She confessed to everything saying she was his only living victim. Before Liv and her detectives left we closed up all of the loose ends we had on the case.

Liv: pov we are now back at our precinct doing paperwork. Amanda is walking back into the precinct from getting us all lunch. I'm standing in front of Fin's desk when I hear over the radio 10-13. Officer down, I repeat an officer has been shot badge number 6313. I just know it's Elliot who's been shot, it's Ayanna Bell's voice on the radio saying she needs a bus.

Muncy: pov Captain Benson all of a sudden turned very white and did not look good at all her whole body, is shaking. Fin is trying to get her to sit down, she says to him get the key let's go, he says no way you're driving in this condition.

Liv: pov all of a sudden on the radio Ayanna says never-mind cancel the bus. Detective Stabler did not make it. A moment of silence will follow for the deceased officer. No he can't be dead.

Muncy: pov Captain Benson looks very distraught all of a sudden she faints hitting the floor pretty hard Fin says we need a bus for her, saying i knew this day would come but I hoped it would not happen this soon. He says Liv is suffering from a form of severe emotional distress. She must know the officer very well.

Fin: pov i'm checking Liv for injuries when Muncy asks who this detective Stabler is that died.

Muncy: pov He says they were partners for 13 years, 23 years ago. They were first paired together in 1998 she was a rookie and he was her senior officer. Then he left and ghosted her for ten years wow.

Amanda: pov Liv starts to come to. Fin is telling Liv to stay down and not to get up. You hit your head pretty hard. He says it's okay I got you, let it all out. He has me hold her head so she does not move it.

Muncy: pov I have never seen her this way so heart broken. Hearing her say she should have made more of an effort and not ignored him so much even though he ghosted her for ten years is sad. Her distress is very concerning. Fin is trying to calm her down since she is crying so much.

Joe: pov the medics arrive and Fin is explaining to them what happened. She just found out her former partner died, she fainted and might have hit her head. Fin tells the medics she is a former trauma victim. Liv is kind of numb to it all, the medics put a neck brace on her just in case and hook her up to monitors and insert an IV, the female medic is shining a light in her eyes to see if she can follow the light which she is trying to do. An oxygen mask is placed on her face, Fin is leaving Amanda in charge since he is riding with Captain Benson, and says he will call McGrath when he gets to the ER.

Fin: pov it is very hectic in the ambulance since Liv is very distraught and throwing up. I'm trying to calm her down so the medics could look her over for injuries. At the ER in the trauma bay the Dr is trying to get her to follow the light. Because of her past trauma I'm allowed to stay in the trauma room with her, the Dr is concerned with the fact that she might have a concussion on top of the emotional distress. They put oxygen and heart monitors on her and are taking her for emergency head and back scans. The movement of the gurney made her throw up. I'm in the room with her trying to calm her down, she says her head is pounding. Let's hope she can stay still so they can get the pictures they need of her head and back. Back in the trauma room the Dr is looking at her head to see if her cut needs stitches because she has a little bit of blood stuck to her hair. 6 stitches and 40 minutes later another Dr who is a neurologist said he looked at her scans and she definitely has a bad concussion but nothing is fractured or broken and she is lucky there is no swelling, she can also take off the neck brace. They switched her to nasal oxygen.

Elliot: pov Ayanna should I be worried I texted her over 2 hours ago letting her know I did not die.

Ayanna: pov maybe she is busy with a case and can't answer her phone.

Liv: pov I'm being wheeled into my room on the gurney, the movement is making me dizzy and I feel like I have to throw up which I do. I can't believe Elliot is really dead. Once I'm settled in my room Fin calls Amanda to update her and to tell Carisi to pick Noah up from school, he also calls McGrath to update him on my condition. Fin asks if he can call Brian, and says he will be most likely to help us out. Brian and him talked for a bit on the phone. Fin said brian has to work late but will be over later and he is trying to get a few days off so he can help me with you. A nurse came in and said she was giving me something for the nausea. I tell Fin maybe it was my fault he left and ghosted me for ten years he says no don't think that way it was not your fault at all. Me and Fin reminisce about the good old days with Elliot which makes me cry harder. I can't believe he is gone. To be continued. ……

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