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neonlitlesbians · 9 months

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do you have a masterpost or some key posts that help explain the setting/worldbuilding or context for your ocs? or intro posts to learn about them?

oh shit oh shit oh shittttt ok i really need to organize a little better around here BUT i have a little bit i can offer right now! (ive been meaning to make intro posts for my ocs, thank you for the reminder—i will try to get on that soon!)

(LOTS under the cut you have no idea how much i have to say!! thank you SO much for this ask)

The World

Alana and her friends live in a huge, dying cyberpunk city.

Ten years ago, the algorithm governing the city decided that infinite capitalistic growth was no longer sustainable, and went into power saving mode. Those who hid, survived; the vast majority of the city's inhabitants were given a choice between dying and going into stasis. It's not like they could just leave—The Old Internet is chewed up and defunct, existing only in archives; the remains of GPS satellites have long since crashed to earth; and it's not like an old map would be much good, since a city in what was once barren Nevada is now... on the coast.

Understandably, the ones surviving today are still traumatized, as well as lost and more than a little bored.

(The city's name hasn't been established yet—i might just call it The City but i'm not sure yet.)

Characters

Each of these characters is diligently tagged on my blog, so you can search through all of my art that features them!

Alana/The Watcher (she/her) – One of the most capable fighters in town. Angry and quiet, but deeply caring. Died and was brought back to life by Ethlyn, now running on both red and black blood. Literature nerd and occasional writer. Zinnia's lover, Ethlyn's best friend, and Hostility's dueling partner.

Electra (any) – An outsider with a close relationship with Alana. Can suck the charge out of electronics, store it, and release it. One of the two people who can evenly duel Alana (Hostility being the other). Protective and confident.

Zinnia (she/her) – A workaholic journalist who was nearly killed attempting to cover a public massacre. Saved by Alana and given a new body by Ethlyn, she now does basically the same stuff as before, but tails Alana and keeps track of her reputation. Quiet and serious, tending to come off as rather cold. Alana's lover.

Ethlyn Calloway (she/her) – A genius engineer, especially in the field of cybernetics, and kind of a horndog. Made most of her friends' augments and then some. Extremely hyperactive, chronically short of sleep, and prone to mood swings. The cast's leading historian on the old, defunct Internet. Bell's girlfriend and Alana's savior.

Bell Anderson (he/she) – An incredibly skilled medical doctor and surgeon. Helps Ethlyn with installing cybernetics, and was critical to Alana and Zinnia's survival. Also a highly capable chef (a good thing, too—Ethlyn would survive on nuggies alone without him). Amiable, generous, and open. Ethlyn's lover and caretaker, but gets along well with just about anyone.

Hostility (she/her) – A capable engineer and swordsmith. Made all of her own augments, as well as Nico's and some of Darcy's. Makes and maintains Alana's weaponry as well as many others'. Built an entire car out of scraps from the junkyard that she melted down and reforged. Wise and laid-back. Crowe's girlfriend, Alana's friend, and one of Rat's closer friends.

Rat Manchu (she/it) – An informant. The "word on the street." Shrewd, greasy, and much smarter than she looks. Kind of an asshole and hard to get along with, but ultimately means well. (Usually.) Also has a car (but Nico usually takes the keys before she can do anything stupid). Gay and in love with Nico and Darcy.

Nico Lombard (they/them) – A former cop and current encrypted-data-vault-slash-blank-slate. Jailbroken thanks to Hostility and Darcy, and now lives with Darcy and Rat. Still figuring themself out. Gay and in love with Darcy and Rat.

Darcy Relayer (shx/hxr) – A 1337 H4XX0R with some of the juiciest databases on the network at hxr (many) fingertips. A little bit insane. Just as hyperactive as Ethlyn, but more data-driven. Prone to using goofy slang terms from bygone eras. Gay and in love with Rat and Nico.

Crowe Stormwell (she/they) – A dancer and prostitute at the Z-Axis bar. Ethlyn's favorite test subject to try new types and models of cybernetics on. Whimsical and a horndog. Hostility's girlfriend.

Aly (any) – [WIP] The bartender at the Z-Axis. The cast's only fully fledged android.. Crowe's roommate.

The Guitarist (she/her) – A traveler from abroad who plays at the Z-Axis, though sometimes you can hear her music on the wind at the edge of town. Blind and mute, relying mainly on her guitar to communicate. Doesn't really have any strong ties to anyone, past or present. Mysterious, but easy to get along with.

Lizzy (xe/xer) – A reclusive tailor, printer, and artist responsible for a lot of the group's clothing, especially the quality stuff like Alana's outfits and Bell's lab coat. Capable of restoring physical media like books, as well as giving tattoos.

The Keeper (she/her) – The sole occupant of the lighthouse at the edge of town. A little cagey, but ventures into town now and again. Farms her own food, and trades with the rest of the cast on occasion.

#masterpost #tbh #++#ask #my writing #long post #looooooooooooong post #z axis lore

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chat-noir-always-here · 3 years

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“Hey Arnold!” and “Miraculous!” parallels

Ever have an idea for a post that you take forever to get around to because 2020 is

actively

trying

to kill you?!

Welp, that’s me. I mean, uh, this is that post.

Long post is long and I don’t like cuts cuz I’ve lost a few posts in the past using them. Please filter the tag “long post” I use it for walls of text like these.

So there’s this show from my childhood called Hey Arnold!

Having been on air before I had cable (I and my unsupervised brothers and sisters spent our childhood watching Jerry Springer and Maury because there was literally nothing else on our cheap little TV. How hilarious is that?) I didn’t really have much of an experience with Hey Arnold! aside from brief little glances at it when i visited a friends home or the rare occasion where they showed cartoons at school. By the time I got satellite, the show was no longer on the air save for some late night reruns and the Christmas special which aired in December along with other Nickelodeon Christmas episodes (THE best Christmas episode EVER btw).

Really I couldn’t remember much about it until hearing about the Jungle Movie finally getting a release date (a total flop but at least its no cliff hanger) and decided to re-watch the entire series in preparation for said movie.

By which point I had discovered another show—Miraculous.

At first glance the two shows have absolutely nothing in common. Miraculous being a French-born mahou shoujo-esque CGI superhero TV series about a couple of middle schoolers who regularly battle a walking peppermint-frappucino-looking psychopath. Hey Arnold! being a more realistic children’s sitcom about a young football-headed boy who deals out humanitarian aid in the form of advice and simple good deeds to his neighbors, classmates and friends.

In terms of setting, logic, and animation the two series are as different as night and day.

So imagine my pleasant surprise to discover a whole post’s worth of parallels shared between the two shows???

And here they are in no particular order:

1)Arnold’s Parents/Adrien’s mom

Prior to the start of Miraculous, Emilie Agreste disappeared under mysterious circumstances leaving her family behind. Later on it was revealed that she was in fact sleeping (dead?) in a glass coffin beneath the Agreste mansion--unbeknownst to Adrien, or anyone else in Paris save for Gabriel and Nathalie.

In a similar fashion, Arnold’s parents, Miles and Stella, also disappeared prior to the start of Hey Arnold! and like Emilie were always referred to as “missing” rather than “dead.”

The Jungle Movie later revealed Miles and Stella weren’t dead, but like Emilie appears to be doing in her coffin, they were sleeping. Having caught a bout of sleeping sickness (apparently they do not need to be hooked up to IVs or other medical devices while in a comatose state cuz fuck logic) they simply needed their orphaned son to come and cure them with the help of the magical golden heart Helga provided him with.

Perhaps Mari holds the key to waking Emilie? That would be nice to see.

Not the miraculous of course--but some other key.

Although personally I’m hoping for a hardcore, devastating ending like Emilie dying, Gabriel going to prison where he belongs, and Adrien leaving the country for a bit until the second Hawk Moth shows up because I just like devastating cliffhangers and angst and being in utter turmoil over fictional people. But that’s just me.

2) Their best friends are dating

Smol parallel here: Arnold’s best friend Gerald and Helga’s Best friend Phoebe wind up together in The Jungle Movie after being imprisoned together by Lasombra. Similar to how Nino and Alya ended up together after being imprisoned by Ladybug (for their protection, of course).

3) The Bag of Money Episode/ The Ladybug episode

OOh boy both of these episodes make me rage.

Some context about the Bag of Money episode: Arnold and his friends Gerald and Sid find a random bag of money containing almost $4000. Sid is ecstatic and wants to split the money evenly between the three boys, but Arnold worries it could just be lost and convinces them to let him, Arnold, take the money to the police station. On the way he accidentally switches the bag with another one that is identical and contains a bunch of useless junk, and when he tries to explain what happened to his friends they don’t believe him because their bag of money was accidentally taken by an “old lady with pink hair and a peg leg.”

Arnold’s a good boy and he’s telling the truth--but the truth sounds crazy, even to my ears. Sid accuses Arnold of stealing the money and spreads lies to their classmates, whom Arnold has spent the ENTIRE SERIES helping in some form or fashion. Despite everything he’s done for them though, the vast majority of the class come to believe Arnold is a thief. Even Gerald, Arnold’s closest friend, nearly believes Sid over Arnold but eventually comes to Arnold’s defense. The other kids (save for Helga who doesn’t really make an appearance this episode) gang up on Arnold, but thankfully the old lady with pink hair and a peg leg shows up with an officer and together they explain the bag of money is now at the lost and found where it will remain and if gone unclaimed will be returned to Arnold, Gerald and Sid.

Pretty much everything is resolved and things return to normal between the kids.

But I hate this episode. I hate this episode so, so much. Arnold has spent the entire series helping these people out in some form or fashion. Literally thats the entire show. And after everything he’s done for them they’re so. Quick. To. Turn. On. Him.

Sound familiar???

4) Hidden Personality vs. Surface Personality

I do not refer to the cruddy “true selves” thing half the Miraculous fandom believes in. Depending on one’s individual circumstances, environment and how comfortable they are, said person’s behavior can fluctuate or even do a complete 180. This can be kinda frustrating when dealing on one’s own--”Who am I anyway? Is that me or is this me???”

It’s all you, fam.

Arnold and Helga are themselves too, no matter what metaphorical/actual mask they put on. There’s the side that everyone sees and then there’s the side almost no one sees. The hidden personality isn’t hidden due to a lack of trust, necessarily, but rather it is the result of retreating to their respective “shells”--ones which both Arnold and Helga were kinda punched, kicked, and shoved into.

Helga’s surface personality: Class bully, puts up a tough front, constantly torments Arnold because she can’t stand him and his niceness

Helga’s hidden personality: Poetic, abused and isolated, is in love with Arnold to the point of being obsessed with him and bullies him via surface personality in order to hide that fact

Of course Adrien is no bully--his reasons for not being the “cunning, funny, ultra-charming Chat Noir” 24/7 DOES have a lot to do with his toxic household, his dad, and the overwhelming expectations which are constantly smothering him as Adrien.

Adrien is a bug under a magnifying glass (or so he feels)

Chat Noir is a chance for a freedom.

Adrien’s surface personality was molded by his dad.

Helga’s is the result of her entire family. Her father is brash and loud, her mother is a confirmed alcoholic, her sister is a gifted prodigy, well-rounded and spends most of the series at university or elsewhere. Although her sister, Olga, has been shown to genuinely care for Helga, Olga is kinda the reason their parents neglect Helga. With their first daughter being the genius and prodigy she is, Helga’s parents poured all of their pride and affection and parental devotion onto her. Meanwhile Helga had to walk to pre-school alone. At four years old. In the rain. Not for the last time.

Which leads me to the next parallel.

5) Umbrella in the Rain

squeals in delight over this parallel<3<3<3

If you’ve never seen Hey Arnold! do yourselves a favor and watch this short little clip over how Helga and Arnold first met. If you have seen it, watch it anyway because it is the most adorable clip in the entire show.

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Dr. Bliss: “So nobody’s ever noticed you?”

Helga: “...There was someone.”

The soft way Helga confesses that--you can actually hear how grateful she is to have such a tender memory from such a painful time.

In a similar manner, Adrien offered his umbrella to Marinette. Of course Adrien did it because Mari had to walk home in the rain and Arnold did it as a simple gesture of kindness (seeing as they were already at the school)--one of the many kind acts he displays throughout the series.

But just like Adrien needed unconditional love coming from somewhere, so did Helga. They were both denied this one common necessity which everyone else around them had. It’s not a lot to ask for, and they should’ve already had it coming from their families--but they didn’t.

And then, one rainy day, there it was--the unconditional love they needed.

6) Clinginess

What happens when you take someone, specifically a love-starved abused child from an unstable home environment--deprived of the one thing most crucial to their mental well-being--and miraculously provide them with that very necessity?

Clinginess.

I can’t really think of the correct word to describe this. “Clinginess” is pretty close to what I’m trying to describe, if not on point, so let’s go with that.

What I mean is Helga and Adrien both need Arnold and Ladybug respectively. That’s not a bad thing--it’s okay to need somebody else. What’s bad is hinging your entire being on this one connection. For if either kiddo were to be left behind they wouldn’t handle it very well.

It can’t really be helped with either Helga or Adrien. They didn’t really have the option to learn certain things and went deprived of unconditional love for such a long time. They’re kids--nine and fourteen/fifteen respectively. They’re not perfect and they’re traumatized for life. Being denied love from your family--the very people designed to love you--would do that to a person. Naturally they would cling to the first people to show up and provide them with the love they needed.

The Hey Arnold! wiki says this about Helga and Arnold’s relationship

Due to her unstable family upbringing where both her mother and father constantly neglect [Helga] and shower all of their attention onto Olga, leaving her deprived of the love and attention she needed growing up. On her way to preschool, Arnold helped her by keeping the rain off her with an umbrella and even complimented her on her hairbow. He even later gave her crackers during their snack time. Arnold's kindness and being the first person to notice her quickly caused Helga to transfer all of her love and attention to Arnold.

Of course Adrien’s tunnel vision isn’t quite as bad as Helga’s.

He treats his friends better.

He does love his father--

Even though his father is THE.

WORST.

PARENT.

EVER!!!

--because he’s Adrien and he’s just too precious a cinnamon roll and that’s still his dad even if the man does belong behind bars.

7) Unhealthy Obsession

I--

I...

Ugh. I am not going to delve too far into this. You’re just going to have to take my word for it. Helga’s creepy stalker behavior is a thousand times worse than Marinette’s. That pic up there of Helga hiding out in Arnold’s room watching him is pretty decent evidence to back up my argument, but it’s hardly the only example or even the worst incident.

Honestly I’m amazed at what Nicktoons were able to get away with in the late nineties/early 2000s.

But yes, Helga’s obsession with Arnold is rather unhealthy in the most extreme moments leading her to display behavior which is more often than not disturbing and concerning.

The Hey Arnold! wiki has this to say about Helga’s obsession with Arnold

Helga is possessive of her love for Arnold and thinks non-stop about him to the point of obsession. This is evidenced throughout the series by the many shrines and poems she makes of Arnold and of her frequent dramatic soliloquies about her love for Arnold.

Again--Mari isn’t as bad as all that. She’s a sweet girl with many healthy relationships in her life. She has ambition, creativity, and drive. But yeah she can be rather possessive of Adrien too, and that needs to stop. Like right now. Adrien doesn’t need another girl being possessive of him and thinking he’s perfect--he needs someone who acknowledges him as a flawed person and loves him despite that.

As for Helga and Arnold--show creator Craig Bartlett confirmed they are “made for each other” and wind up married with three kids, so I’m guessing Helga grew out of some of these bad habits? Or at least I hope so...

8) Helper/Humanitarian tendencies

As mentioned before, the plot of Hey Arnold! is more or less about Arnold helping people. As stated by Gerald in The Jungle Movie, “He’s a humanitarian! Like his parents!” Of course not every episode is about Arnold helping people. There are episodes devoted to supporting characters and they’re just as enjoyable and satisfying.

But as he is the titular character he spends a lot of time in the spotlight.

Remember that “best christmas special EVER” episode I mentioned before?

The reason it’s the best special, in my less than humble opinion, is due to a few things.

The special is not about Santa Claws. In fact, I don’t think he’s even mentioned, let alone shown and treated like an actual living character.

The focus on the entire episode is again on Arnold helping someone, but he doesn’t succeed. Not really.

The one who succeeded in helping someone was Helga, who accomplished the goal Arnold had set out to do.

The episode deals with some rather dark subject matter and is actually quite heartwarming as the “perfect present” Arnold was trying to provide someone with wasn’t something you can buy in the store

It’s also one of the episodes where Helga’s love for Arnold leaves her to do good and as her love for him is a secret, she expects nothing in return. She’s just happy to help him.

Kinda similar to Mari who is, as Adrien puts it in Mayura, “Our every day Ladybug.” Her kindness and devotion to helping others is what drives her as Ladybug and Marinette. It’s what brought Ivan and Mylene together. Is the reason Nathaniel and Mark now have a comic book together. And at the end of the day, that’s the reason for her strange behavior around Adrien--she wants to help him. Even if it’s just as a “good friend.”

9) There are two main characters

Although Hey Arnold! is technically a show about Arnold, one could argue it is just as much Helga’s story.

Similarly, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir is named thusly in order to convey the fact that Adrien is just as much a main character as Marinette is.

Although I must say Hey Arnold! did a much better job of giving it’s co-character their dues. GIVE. ME. MORE. CHAT NOIR. FOCUSED. EPISODES. DAMMIT.

But, yes, in terms of screen time, Helga gets about as much as Arnold does. Her story and struggles were given just as much importance as Arnold’s and many people have even come to believe that the show is really about Helga. I’d say its about both of them.

10) Constantly bumping into each other

Granted this happens between Arnold and Helga more often than it does to the love square dorks.

But yes the two people meant to be together keep knocking into each other in their respective universes.

I forget who, but I remember reading that someone a while back theorized that this was the universe’s way of trying to push Arnold and Helga together. Kinda like the “Now kiss!” meme

Perhaps it’s the same for Adrien and Marinette?

;)

#long post #adriennette #shortaki #hey arnold #miraculous ladybug #love square #nicktoons #zag toons

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janitorjuliann · 3 years

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yall its BAD LUCK the godzilla vs kong trailer dropped the day after i spent two hours looking at megafauna fossils w my partner the paleontologist. here is a short summary of Why Australia Only Having One Kaiju Is Bullshit, And Why The One We Do Have Is Also Bullshit

so according to maps in godzilla: king of monsters, australia has One kaiju, named Titanus Bunyip. this is of course a reference to the Bunyip, an indigenous river monster known to mobs on the south east coast of australia. Titanus Bunyip is in hibernation beneath Uluru, a sacred site to the Anangu people (and just for colonial funsies, its labelled by its colonial title of Ayers Rock in the movie, which i promise you NO ONE IN AUSTRALIA has called it since fucking 2000). now i ask you to take a moment and imagine why it might be..... a bit wild. to have a river monster hibernating in the middle of a goddamn desert, literal thousands of kilometres away from the mobs its story comes from.

so thats whats wrong with whats CANON, here's whats wrong with whats NOT canon: australia is literally renowned for its megafauna, and specifically its reptilian magafauna!! just google Megalania, a giant relative of the komodo dragon, or for a bigger idea of just how many of these Actual Real Life Titans we had, google "megafauna south walker creek", or read this article (actually just read that article bc it cites my partner's research supervisor and when i said id link it she said this)

and again, if you didnt read the article: the vast majority of this megafauna is centered in queensland, stretching from the north east coast to the central east. our state is know as the fossil state - i can guarantee, if theres a titan sleeping away in this country, its sitting under Chinchilla or Winton, not Uluru.

in conclusion, australia only getting one wildly displaced indigenous myth as our kaiju rather than a kickass dragon, or a giant marsupial lion, is 100% the result of some writer at Legendary going "uhhhh australian monster myths? yeah they have the uhhh bunyip, thats it. dont remember what it is. just chuck it under the big rock, thatll do it." honestly im surprised it wasnt a yowie, or the actual Rainbow Serpent (altho thinking on it now that would actually be fucking kickass, AND would fit with the ideal of them being protectors of humanity) (and now ive made myself sad over what couldve been. fuck)

#godzilla #godzilla vs kong #ANYWAY THIS IS ALL TO SAY. AUSTRALIAN MEGAFAUNA KICKS ASS. GO LOOK EM UP IF YOU LIKE KAIJU.

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bemundolack · 5 years

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Solidarity: a Curious Cat Response

Someone in the comments asked for the full text, so here it is:

Hey, my name’s Bemundolack. If you follow me on social media, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been busy lately. I was at a Trans Day of Visibility even that got attacked by neo-confederates. I'm had to look for a new place to live because I got evicted. I’m trying to organize positive praxis with my comrades. It’s a busy time. But I always appreciate getting CuriousCat questions. It usually takes my mind off things and makes me reason through an answer. I have a habit of writing novel-length answers to fairly simple questions. I recently got a question that kind of feeds into what’s been happening in my life, though, so I thought I’d make a video response. -clears throat-

“I do want to learn, I just notice the ones who cry loudest for socialism are the ones who didn't do well in life. I know school doesn't mean everything, I just find it hard to feel sorry for someone who had missed their opportunity because they picked drugs and booze. For people who failed, of course socialism is beneficial to them. I legit dont mind helping those with born diseases or disabilities. But I feel very iffy giving money to druggies. I'm not saying drug addicts dont deserve help, but iono, they seem lower on the order of people who need help.”

Let's examine some of the assumptions under this question. Whenever you ask something like this, you’re basing it on a set of premises that build a world-view. In this case, I think the asker has some bad premises. If people “pick drugs and booze” instead of choosing to be successful, then they should not have the same material benefits that people who choose success should have. That’s the first underlying logical thread that I see.

So let's first look at why people "pick drugs and booze." One of the primary reasons people abuse drugs is a form of self-medication. People who don't have access to healthcare, especially mental healthcare, may turn to alcohol and opiates to treat various health problems. If a therapist is $200 per session and alcohol is $1.50 for a 40oz, the path of least resistance when you're feeling suicidal is obvious. That's where people's first drink comes from. And a culture where that is the path of least resistance for everyone creates peer pressure to participate in alcohol consumption. Addiction and trauma tend to be intergenerational, especially in families with a background of intergenerational poverty. Alcohol is more heavily advertised in poor, black, brown, and immigrant communities. Those communities tend to be poorer because of a history of things like redlining, rent discrimination, Jim Crow/segregation, gentrification, and mass migration caused by US imperialism. Everyone who is born is born at the raw edge of a set of material conditions with a history of how they arose, and a limited scope for the continuation of that path based on current material conditions, whether that's good or bad. People don't usually start opiates with IV drug use, they usually start because they were overprescribed opiates, or because they were normally prescribed opiates but have a family history of addiction that may be genetically linked, or because they were born in the circumstances described above and were pressured to accelerate their addictive behavior because of sheer cultural momentum. People don't wake up in the morning and say, "Damn, I currently have all my needs met, but I would like to be dependent on a substance and jeopardize my position on the hierarchy of needs." People usually become addicted out of an effort to meet some unmet need.

Even rich people. Even capitalists. Marx's theory of alienation talks about how the working class is fundamentally alienated from our labor, each other, and ourselves. But that must be doubly so for the capitalist class, in some ways. If your needs are met via the exploitation of other people's labor, that is fundamentally alienating. The working class is alienated by the mode of production, the capitalist class are the agents of the mode of production. If you work is managing other people’s labor, then your work is to alienate yourself. I think that's why rich people suffer from addiction, too, and why they all turn out to be artists when they recover (because they can afford to recover because they have health insurance and can go to rehab, poor people just die). Art is (usually) labor that fundamentally serves no one other than the artist, and then secondarily serves their audience. It's labor that we're not alienated from, and it connects us to other people.

This video by Innuendo Studios illustrates the inherent problem with this question: hierarchy. Hierarchy clip

So far, my answer to “If people choose drugs over success, they shouldn’t have the same things as successful people” has been “People don’t choose drugs in the way that you’re thinking, there’s an element of economic coercion and social momentum.” But there’s another thing that I would like to point out: prioritizing the needs of the “deserving” over the needs of addicts or the “undeserving” is an unjustified hierarchy when scarcity is manufactured for profit. We have enough food, shelter, clothing, and other things to meet the basic needs of everyone, at least where I live. We have such a surplus that food gets thrown away, the dumpsters locked and monitored with cameras so that hungry people can’t access their basic needs for free. Houses remain empty as investor properties, helping to raise the rents around them and make money for people who already have incredible amounts of money, while people sleep on the street and get rounded up by cops just for existing in public. We currently, right now, prioritize the greed of people whose needs are met to an excess that we can never dream of over people who are starving and dying of exposure.

Socialism is NOT about giving people money. Socialism, at least the type that I’m a proponent of, is about eliminating money as a system for distributing resources. It’s about changing the nature of work so that our work affects our material conditions directly instead of giving us a wage to pay for our material needs. It’s about abolishing the system that causes people to live in luxury while others starve.

I don’t want to place myself above anyone else on a hierarchy. I want there to not be a hierarchy. The idea isn’t to make the owners and bosses into underlings, and turn the underlings into bosses and owners. It’s to get rid of the ideas of bosses, underlings, and owners. We don’t need people to occupy those roles to have a functional life together as humans. Our hierarchical systems are inefficient, cruel, wasteful, and unnecessary. And if you feel like you need police to tell you not to murder people, and you need a boss to tell you to do something with your time that meets your needs, and you need a landlord to allow you to live in your home, then... Maybe you’ve got some internal soul searching to do.

The people that attacked us on TDoV and the type of person who would send me this message would probably both say that they value freedom, but how can you have freedom when you’re constrained by a rigid hierarchy? When you’re alienated from those around you because you’re dead scared of them rising above you, or because you’ve got to do everything you can to rise above them? Are you free when even the idea of real liberation makes you cling fearfully to the bars of your cage?

Specifically referring to the Curious Cat question, we should give alcoholics and addicts what they need because the liberation of others around us is a vehicle for our own liberation. You’re not expected to break yourself out of the hierarchy single-handedly. Anything you can do to meet people’s needs when they don’t “deserve” it is subversive to the hierarchy. It connects you to other people in a way that allows you to work together to free each other. We call that solidarity.

We need to have solidarity with people who are addicted to drugs and alcohol because we are all in the working class. The vast majority of us will never be capitalists; that is, people who own private property, the means of production, or a significant amount of wealth. We need to have solidarity with people who are addicted or homeless or living in poverty because that could be most of us in just a short amount of time if something went wrong. A mentality that says, “Well, I’ve got everything I need, why should I care about others?” isn’t just cruel, it puts you at risk. If you’re willing to sacrifice someone else’s wellbeing for your comfort, then your wellbeing is subject to forfeit as well.

Capitalists don’t care about you. Capitalists care about themselves and their profit and their property. If you want them to care about you, you have to threaten one of those things, and we are no threat to capitalism as isolated individuals. Solidarity is power. Solidarity is liberation. Solidarity is life. We need each other, because alone, we are powerless. Alienation is death.

If you’ve watched this entire video, thank you very much. I know this was short, but now I’m a little more stable, so I should be able to put out more content. If you wanna follow me elsewhere on the internet, I’m on Twitter, Facebook, and Curious Cat @ Bemundolack. If you’d like to support me, you can like this video, subscribe to my channel, and consider supporting me on either ko-fi at ko-fi.com/bemundolack or on patreon at patreon.com/bemundolack. I really have to thank my patrons this time around. I’ve been in a very precarious financial situation, and I couldn’t have made it through without you. Your support actually does mean a lot to me. Special thanks to the following patrons:

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e8luhs · 6 years

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QUEEN OF PEACE.

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TRACKLIST & ANNOTATIONS UNDER THE CUT! (last edited 04.04.19)

I. QUEEN OF PEACE / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

oh, the queen of peace always does her best to please is it any use somebody's gotta lose like a long stream i'll bear all this echoing oh, what is it worth all that's left is hurt

II. FLAMINGO / KERO KERO BONITO

black, white, green or blue show off your natural hue flamingo if you're multicolored, that's cool too you don't need to change it's boring being the same flamingo you're pretty either way

III. FRIEND [LOVER] / EVENINGS

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IV. BEATOPHONE / CARAVAN PALACE

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V. OTTER POP / SHAWN WASABI

jello shots and lemon drops this is how we otter pop this is how we otter pop higher than an astronaut this is how we otter pop

VI. HEART ATTACK (CHUU) / LOONA

you attack my heart!

VII. CALL ME / BLONDIE

call me (call me) on the line call me, call me any, anytime call me (call me) oh love when you're ready we can share the wine call me

VIII. PANIC / CARAVAN PALACE

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IX. HER PERFUME / POGO

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X. MY BLOOD / ELLIE GOULDING

that feeling that doesn't go away just did and i walked a thousand miles to prove it and i'm caught in the crossfire of my own thoughts the color of my blood is all i see on the rocks as you sail from me

XI. RUINS / TOBY FOX

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XII. DOG DAYS ARE OVER / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

she hid around corners and she hid under beds she killed it with kisses and from it she fled with every bubble she sank with a drink and washed it away down the kitchen sink

XIII. TEARDROP / MASSIVE ATTACK

water is my eye most faithful mirror fearless on my breath teardrop on the fire of a confession

XIV. THE TROUBLE / POGO

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XV. JENNY / STUDIO KILLERS

i wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers instead i don't know how to say this 'cause you're really my dearest friend i wanna ruin our friendship i don't know how to say this 'cause you're really my dearest friend

XVI. SEA CASTLE / PURITY RING

i could give you petty rhymes of worlds that i contrive they're in my sleep, my dreams i speak them slow, so you can read and not stand back and stare and fear foolish devouring things and not stand back and stare and fear foolish devouring

XVII. WASH MY HANDS / KORMAC

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XVIII. GETTIN’ MY MOM ON / JACK STAUBER

cup in my cap, and i'ma drinka my mimosa! read “keep calm carry on” poster (slip into jc penney’s having a day sale gettin’ my mom on)

XIX. BE ALRIGHT / SHE

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XX. BABE / EVENINGS

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XXI. BUTTERFLY / LOONA

it gets dizzy everything around me is blue, now with you, you, now a folded paper moon like i’m wandering in-between i better be around you

XXII. WET HANDS / C418

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XXIII. ALL MY STARS ALIGNED / ST VINCENT

i do a dance to make the rain come smile to keep the sky from falling down, down, down, down collect the love that i've been given build a nest for us to sleep in here you know it's real

XXIV. HALF CAFF / GO! CHILD

you saw me collapse past the frame asking me as i fell to my knees, "is this how it should end?" but i told you i wasn't worth any of this feeling the abyss, i looked up and i said ... and i said, "here i go again"

XXV. ASSEZ VIF, TRES RHYTHME / SATIE STRING QUARTET

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XXVI. NEWBOP / CARAVAN PALACE

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XXVII. PROLOGUE / DISASTERPEACE

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XXVIII. WAR OF HEARTS / RUELLE

i can’t help but be wrong in the dark 'cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts i can’t help but want oceans to part 'cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts

XXIX. MAKE UP YOUR MIND / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

make up your mind let me leave or let me love you while you've been saving your neck, i've been breaking mine for you

XXX. RUNNING UP THAT HILL (A DEAL WITH GOD) / KATE BUSH

you don't want to hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies unaware I'm tearing you asunder ooh, there is thunder in our hearts

XXXI. BODYACHE / PURITY RING

i, i, i lied, now i'm lying awake i, i, i cried 'til my body ache i, i, i lied, now i'm lying awake i, i, i cried 'til my body ache

XXXII. SHIP TO WRECK / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

what's with the long face, do you want more? thousands of red-eyed mice, scratching at the door don't let the curtain catch you, cause you've been here before the chair is an island darling, you can't touch the floor

XXXIII. HEARTACHE / UNDERTALE

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XXXIV. DREAM SWEET IN SEA MAJOR / MIRACLE MUSICAL

a siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise and only she can make it right so things are different tonight we'll go together in flight

XXXV. COTTON HEADS / CARAVAN PALACE

i'll tell you why the pictures on the wall, i want to get away from it all

XXXVI. END OF THOUGHT / REGINA SPEKTOR

be careful before you decide the universe is too big the universe is too big you cannot make a mistake you cannot make a mistake

XXXVII. FEAR THE FUTURE / ST VINCENT

when the war rose and fell and the oceans are swell i run for you, run for me too

XXXVIII. FINESHRINE / PURITY RING

that i might see with my chest and sink into the edges round you into the lakes and quarries that brink on all the edges round you, round you, round you

XXXIX. SILENT SPRING / MASSIVE ATTACK

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XL. FOLDING CHAIR / REGINA SPEKTOR

now i've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears but every time the tide come in to take me home i get scared, and i'm sitting here alone dreaming of the dolphin song

XLI. IMPOSTOR SYNDROME / SIDNEY GISH

every other day i’m wondering what’s a human being gotta be like? what’s a way to just be competent? these sweet instincts ruin my life

XLII. SEA OF ATLAS / SLEEPING AT LAST

there's a fine line, a fine line in between our progress and our instability we can't help ourselves but hunt for more a design flaw? or the olive branch that proves the shore- the catalyst we've waited for

XLIII. THE CALL / REGINA SPEKTOR

just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before all you can do is try to know who your friends are as you head off to the war

XLIV. NOBODY / MITSKI

and i don't want your pity i just want somebody near me guess i'm a coward i just want to feel alright

XLV. SOFTLY WE GO / EVENINGS

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XLVI. DROWN / MARIKA HACKMAN

oh, to drown in your mind i would, i know i would to suffocate in your smoke i'd choke on you if i could maybe i will

XLVII. KALEIDOSCOPE / ARC IRIS

did i singe every hair from the body i have left? did i lose every drop of scent? a farse, a fall, an effigy hanging by a thread

XLVIII. SLOWBIRTH / ELSIANE

why am i full of emptiness? someday i will find my way ‘cause i always start to fall every moment that we face oh please help me find my way

XLIX. FALLEN DOWN (REPRISE) / TOBY FOX

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L. NOW, NOW / ST VINCENT

i'm not the feather at your feet i'm not your yellow brick street i'm not anyone you'll see i'm not anything

LI. OPHELIA / MARIKA HACKMAN

she who walks alone in life, is she of sound mind? i am only as old as i've been told now i'm playing for time

LII. NOBODY KNOWS / ELSIANE

it’s been so hard the task to resolve investigating ourselves becoming what we don’t want to be suffering all by ourselves

LIII. ALICE / POGO

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LIV. WATERFALL / TOBY FOX

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LV. ROUND / THE MOTH AND THE FLAME

tones bring us pleasure, but how do you hear the absence of melody where was our mother to tell us with songs of assurance, "you're not alone"

LVI. CHAMPAGNE YEAR / ST VINCENT

i'll make a living telling people what they want to hear it's not a killing, but it's enough to keep the cobwebs clear

LVII. VANERHAVET / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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LVIII. WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

and oh, poor atlas the world's a beast of a burden you've been holding on a long time and all this longing and the ships are left to rust that's what the water gave us

LIX. YOU’VE GOT TIME / REGINA SPEKTOR

think of all the roads, think of all their crossings taking steps is easy, standing still is hard remember all their faces, remember all their voices everything is different the second time around

LX. STRANDED LULLABY / MIRACLE MUSICAL

there's a still tension in the swell so give in to the vast receiving emptiness of time beyond, beyond

LXI. ATHENA / HOT SUGAR

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LXII. WOMAN KING / IRON & WINE

hundred years, hundred more someday we may see a woman king, sword in hand swing at some evil and bleed

LXIII. HARDEST OF HEARTS / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

there is love in your body but you can't get it out it gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

LXIV. SCIENCE/VISIONS / CHVRCHES

when you are truly yourself, you will succumb to a permanence a light by day a shadow resides by night

LXV. MODERATION / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

i've never made it with moderation no, i've never understood all the feeling was all or nothing and i took everything i could can't hold it back, i can't take the tension oh, i'm trying to be good want me to love you in moderation well don't you know, i wish i could

LXVI. WE PUT A PEARL IN THE GROUND / ST VINCENT

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LXVII. RECOVER / RUELLE

can you see me? i can barely see myself are we only empty frames up on the shelf it's like we're dreaming wide awake everything bends, until it breaks

LXVIII. SORRY / THE MOTH AND THE FLAME

i'm sorry for everything i've done and i'll no sooner lay down than i'll be anything I'm not i don't question the rules, i answer for them

LXIX. POOR ATLAS / DESSA

there's a book full of plans at the feet of poor atlas titled "for man" but the architects only drew blanks now there's nowhere to go but go back, go back, go back, go back

LXX. THOUSAND EYES / OF MONSTERS AND MEN

i lie awake and watch it all it feels like thousand eyes

LXXI. AQUARIUM / NOSAJ THING

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LXXII. BLACK SUN / DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

how could something so fair be so cruel when this black sun revolved around you

LXXIII. PERFECT ON THE SURFACE / EMILY HAINES & THE SOFT SKELETON

this is, this is the purpose of my life harvest all my love, harness all my power to be perfect on the surface the surface cracks and i harvest all my love, harness all my high to be perfect on the surface the surface shine

LXXIV. NOTHING BUT TIME / METRIC

i wanted to be part of something i got nothing but time so the future is mine

LXXV. BREAKING DOWN / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

all alone, even when i was a child i've always known there was something to be frightened of i can see it coming from the edge of the room creeping in the streetlight holding my hand in the pale gloom can you see it coming now?

LXXVI. STILL / BEN FOLDS

i must give the impression that i have the answers for everything you were so disappointed to see me unravel so easily

LXXVII. NOT THE VILLAIN / S. J. TUCKER

if you want the very truth, i'll lay it down before you: everybody's got a story if you want the very truth, it's here before your eyes: every witch was someone's princess in some other once upon a time

LXXVIII. TORNADOLAND / REGINA SPEKTOR

before the light goes out why don’t you close your eyes? and all the monsters in your mind just wanna be nice they wanna be kind, they wanna play nice, they wanna be

LXXIX. THE PARTY / ST VINCENT

do you have change or a button or cash? oh, my pockets hang out like two surrender flags oh, but i'd pay anything to keep my conscience clean i'm keeping my eye on the exit sign, steady now

LXXX. TIME FOR US / ELSIANE

realizing never before you tried to compromise all you’re fighting within us all it’s undesired you’re hiding behind all this now that you found this follow your own way

LXXXI. NATTOPET / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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LXXXII. NO CHOIR / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

but the loneliness never left me i always took it with me but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company and there will be no grand choirs to sing no chorus will come in, no ballad will be written it will be entirely forgotten and if tomorrow it's all over, at least we had it for a moment oh darling things seem so unstable but for a moment we were able to be still

LXXXIII. RECOVER / CHVRCHES

and if i recover will you be my comfort? or it can be over or we can just leave it here so pick any number choose any color i've got the answer open the envelope

LXXXIV. ONE / SLEEPING AT LAST

now, i have learned my lesson; the price of this so-called perfection is everything i've spent my whole life searching desperately to find out that grace requires nothing of me

LXXXV. THE FACE PART II / METRIC

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LXXXVI. SPECTRUM / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

say my name and every color illuminates we are shining and we will never be afraid again

LXXXVII. PARTYLAND / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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LXXXVIII. PINK IN THE NIGHT / MITSKI

i could stare at your back all day i could stare at your back all day and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right can i try again, try again, try again? try again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again?

LXXXIX. HOME SWEET HOME / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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XC. HANG ON ME / ST VINCENT

yeah, so hang on me hang on me, hang on me, 'cause you and me we're not meant for this world

XCI. NEW YEAR / REGINA SPEKTOR

she sets her alarm five minutes to midnight and wakes just in time to say her goodbyes thanking the old year for all it has brought her no mention of the things it took away

XCII. AGER (MIND REEL) / EVENINGS

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XCIII. HEARTLINES / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

just keep following the heartlines on your hand just keep following the heartlines on your hand

XCIV. COME INTO THE WATER / MITSKI

i didn't know i had a dream i didn't know until i saw you so would you tell me if you want me? 'cause i can't move until you show me

XCV. I’M GOOD, I’M GONE / LYKKE LI

i'm working a sweat but it's all good i'm breaking my back but it's all good cause i know I'll get it back yeah, i know your hands will clap

XCVI. THE MOTHER WE SHARE / CHVRCHES

i'm in misery but you can't see, as old as your omens and the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling the way is long but you can make it easy on me and the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from calling

XCVII. SHAKE IT OUT / FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

and i've been a fool and i've been blind i can never leave the past behind i can see no way, i can see no way i'm always dragging that horse around

XCVIII. SUN / SLEEPING AT LAST

we are the dust of dust we are the apple of god’s eye we are infinite as the universe we hold inside

XCIX. 054 / DETEKTIVBYRAN

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C. GOODBYE FOREVER / EVENINGS

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#plylsts #cataclysmalbound #yes we have undertale music on here and its allowed because lyreni canonically has played undertale. so it works

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Silver, Part V

Let’s play the “how much worse can we make it” game! This one’s a little shorter, but in my defense, it covers a lot of ground.

Words: 3,239 Warnings: Alcohol (ab)use, implied suicide

Part I Part IV

Jekyll woke up when Poole set a tray on his nightstand. He could smell scones and Earl Gray. He had a blistering headache and felt like his tongue was wearing a sock. Everything was sore, like he'd been run over by a carriage. Judging by the fuzziness of his memories, he might actually have been run over by a carriage. That might explain why his hand was a red mass of pain wrapped in bandages.

"What time is it?" Jekyll managed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Eight o'clock, sir," Poole said.

Jekyll yawned, sitting up, and stretched. Poole bustled off in the direction of the window.

"That's not so—"

Poole flung open the curtains, and brilliant daylight flooded the room. Jekyll stopped mid-stretch, his eyes snapping open, a lance striking down his spine and locking it ramrod-straight.

"I'm sorry, Poole," Jekyll said, his voice gone glassy. "Could you repeat that?"

"It's eight in the morning, sir," Poole said. "By my watch, you've slept a bit over sixteen hours."

"And nobody thought to wake me?" Jekyll said.

Poole must have caught the edge in his voice, because he stayed over by the window.

"Everyone else was sleeping, sir," he said. "And Dr. Lanyon recommended you be allowed to wake on your own."

"I'm sure he did," Jekyll said. He got up out of bed. He was sore all over, his head pounding, but at least he was dressed, even if it was in yesterday's wrinkled clothes. "If you'll excuse me, I've got to get to the Society."

"Oh, come now, Dr. Jekyll," Poole said. "And let all this breakfast go to waste?"

"Poole," Jekyll said, clinging to his composure by his fingernails. "In less than ten days, I have to present an exhibition so stunningly brilliant that it will make the idiot masses forget that a quarter of London was burned to the ground. The building in which the vast majority of the items to be exhibited were housed has, likewise, been burned to the ground. I am responsible for a large number of people who are now homeless and, additionally, are on the bad side of every policeman and citizen within a ten mile radius. It is my sole responsibility, solely mine, to fix all of this mess within the next ten days, or the option of ever fixing it will vanish into thin air, and every ounce of work I have put into this Society and all its members along with it! If you will excuse me, Mr. Poole, I really must be going!"

"Yes, sir," Poole said, plastering himself to the wall. "Very good, sir."

Jekyll slipped his shoes on, hurriedly fixed his hair, and grabbed a scone and the cup of tea off the tray Poole had brought in.

"And thank you for the wake-up call," he said to Poole. "Perhaps a touch earlier next time."

"Yes, sir," Poole said again.

Jekyll hurried out. He didn't even taste the scone, barely noticed the tea burning his tongue. He only paused to grab his coat and hat and drop off the empty teacup with the maid. He headed straight for the Society, the brisk morning air whipping up his circulation. Much as he would have liked to be back in bed, there was nothing for it. He could sleep again when the exhibition was over.

The coat still smelled like Jasper.

When he got to the Society about fifteen minutes later, he'd managed to get his mind back into something resembling its proper order. The main priority would be figuring out what assets they still had left, what hadn't been destroyed, what was intact and what could be salvaged. Keeping everyone's spirits up was paramount—if the lodgers gave up, everything else was pointless. Finding what had become of Dr. Frankenstein and the creature was next, because having them on board for the exhibition would be ideal—

Because Frankenstein was ill and needed help, she came to you, they came to you for help—

Jekyll shook himself. He was getting sidetracked. He stopped for a moment in front of the Society, rubbing his hands against the cold. Someone had hung a large panel of canvas over the hole in the front, which was flapping gently in the breeze. All the fires finally seemed to have gone out. He hurried inside, chewing over his internal To-Do list. It was looking a little scrambled, fallen out of the order he had so meticulously put it in, and he was already having trouble remembering the lower items on the list.

The foyer was, to his relief, bustling with activity. Several of the lodgers seemed to have taken it upon themselves to clean up the mess, and had made significant headway with it in the time he'd been gone. It was with even greater relief that he noted that Jasper was not among them. However, shortly after he entered, a different figure detached itself from the crowd and beelined for him.

"Ah, Rachel, good morning," Jekyll said. "I was wondering if you'd—"

She stormed right up to him and slapped him. Jekyll saw stars. His ears rang. Blinking and stunned, he worked his jaw, concerned it might be dislocated.

"I quit," Rachel hissed. "Consider that my notice of resignation, Dr. Jekyll."

"Rachel—"

She shoved him, hard. He stumbled back, still discombobulated from the blow to the head.

"I don't care," she snapped. "I don't care about your excuses, or your reasons, or your stupid apologies! Take your silver tongue and choke on it!"

She stormed off. Jekyll stood very still, shaking with tension. He could feel the palm print stinging on his face. It would doubtless be visible for quite some time. His fists clenched on empty air. How dare she do this to him in public, how dare she make a spectacle of him, he ought to—

Throttle her! Hyde snarled, frothing with Jekyll's own rage.

Jekyll took a slow, deep breath. He straightened up. He fixed his shirt and his hair, settled his composure back in place. The anger would not leave him, burning like a hot coal in his chest, quickening his blood and reddening his thoughts.

"Er, sooooooo. . . ."

Jekyll came back to himself. Mr. Archer had sidled up to him, eyes darting. Several other people were staring. Jekyll cranked out his best smile and a little eye-roll.

"Sorry about that," he said. "I believe Miss Pidgley is a tad upset with me. I'm sure it'll blow over, given a bit of time."

"Rrrrrright," said Archer. "What was all that about, then?"

"Personal matters," Jekyll said. Blood was seeping through the bandages on his hand, the stitches pulling. "It's hardly important at the moment, hah hah."

"Hah hah," Archer agreed nervously. His eyes flicked to Jekyll's hand. Jekyll slipped the offending appendage behind his back, under his coat, and rested it in the crook of his other elbow.

"Was there something you needed, Mr. Archer?" he inquired.

"Me? No, nothing at all," said Archer, raising his hands in surrender. "Here to help, that's all."

"Very kind of you," said Jekyll. "In that case, I'm off to attempt some sort of comprehensive inventory. If you could find someone capable of consoling Miss Pidgley, I'd appreciate it."

"Will do," said Archer, tossing him a casual salute.

"Thank you," said Jekyll. "And if you see Mr. Kaylock, would you please let him know I'd like to speak with him?"

"Uh," said Archer, "sure."

Jekyll nodded to him and started off in the nearest convenient direction. He could feel the lodgers staring at him as he went.

The rest of the day was filled with so much work that everything else faded to a background chatter. He forgot to eat, of course, which wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't stood up too fast in Dr. Maijabi's (thankfully untouched) laboratory and blacked out for a moment, after which he was scolded into the kitchen and scowled at mightily until he had actually eaten something. Rankled, he promptly excused himself to go check on his own laboratory, although he knew very well that it was perfectly fine. The lingering gazes of the lodgers were making him itch.

Once the heavy doors had closed behind him, he breathed easily again. The exhaustion leapt upon his back like a tiger, as though it had been waiting for him to let his guard down. He leaned his head back against the doors, sighing, eyes closed.

Now this seems familiar, Hyde chuckled.

"Oh, do go away," Jekyll said, rolling his eyes. "Don't you ever get tired of spouting the same old drivel every single day?"

So fucking tired, Hyde said. Why don't you just give up, and spare us both the pain?

"Abandoning all subtlety, are we?" Jekyll asked. He pushed himself off the door and went to his desk. There was plenty of paperwork that needed his attention. He could take care of it while he waited for the lodgers' gossiping to die down.

Maybe you are, said Hyde. I resent the implication I've ever been subtle.

"All right, then," Jekyll said, lowering himself into his chair. "Allow me to be blunt: go away."

You're never going to get all this shit sorted out before the exhibition, Hyde sneered. Run yourself into the ground if you like, you're already screwed.

"I wonder whose fault that is," Jekyll said. Without really noticing, he plucked up the half-empty bottle of wine from his desk and poured out a glass of it.

Yours, Hyde said. It's always your fault, isn't it? Everything you touch winds up ruined, it's no wonder your life's a shambles. You brought it on yourself and you know it. But by all means, keep putting your grubby little hands all over everything. See how much you can take down with you.

Jekyll sipped his wine, eyes on his paperwork.

Worked its magic on Rachel, Hyde said, lounging in the cheval glass. She hit you so hard I felt it. Not that you didn't deserve it, because you did. I told you it'd happen. And now she's out of a job, too, isn't she. Nicely done, Mr. Jesus.

Jekyll had just opened his mouth to retort when there was a knock at the door. He looked up, scowling. Hyde went up in a puff of smoke and was gone.

"Yes?" he said.

The door opened and, once again, Jasper poked his head in. Jekyll's heart skipped a beat, his stomach turned a flip.

"Um," said Jasper. "Miss Flowers said you wanted to see me."

"Yes, yes, come in, close the door," said Jekyll, averting his eyes. Jasper did as instructed, but stayed near the door, fidgeting.

"What was it . . . about?" he asked. His voice squeaked, and he cleared his throat.

Jekyll sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was tempted to finish his wine, but that might not have looked particularly good for him. Instead he gestured to the chair by the lab bench.

"Please sit, Jasper," he said.

Heel, boy, Hyde sniggered. Now speak!

"All right," Jasper said uncertainly.

Good boy! Have a biscuit.

He went to the chair and sat like he expected it to bite him. Jekyll spent just a moment too long collecting his thoughts.

"What happened to your hand?" Jasper asked.

"Nothing," Jekyll said. "Had a minor glassware accident, it's nothing to be concerned about."

"All right," Jasper said dubiously.

Jekyll sighed. He leaned his elbows on his desk and stared at his hands.

"I wanted to say . . . how sorry I am," he said. "About what happened. It was . . . immensely unprofessional, entirely inappropriate, and . . . incredibly unfair. And I am deeply, deeply sorry, Jasper. I don't know what came over me. All I can say is that it won't happen again. That, I promise."

"Oh," said Jasper, and Jekyll did not miss the twinge of disappointment in his voice. It made him want to eat his entire stupid apology, and possibly his hat. "It's only—I thought Mr. Hyde would be more upset than I ever was."

"Why should Hyde give one single damn what I—"

Jekyll broke off mid-snap, reigning himself in. He took a deep breath and counted backwards from ten.

"Mr. Hyde," he said stiffly, "has no bearing on the matter whatsoever."

"He doesn't?" Jasper said, baffled. "It's only—I thought—"

"You thought what everyone thinks, and nonetheless it is still wrong," Jekyll interrupted.

Jasper shrank, apologetic, and Jekyll clenched his injured hand. That pain was easier to bear.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I am sorry, Jasper. I've—it's only that I've heard that rumor one too many times. It does rather get under one's skin, hah hah. You may rest assured that this particular matter—and all of my personal affairs—do not concern him in the least."

"Oh," Jasper said again, sounding considerably more upbeat. "Then—sorry, then what's the problem?"

"The problem," Jekyll began, and had to stop. The words were too hard to say, too final, too foul. He glanced at Jasper, at the naïve and fragile hope in his face, and wished himself dead on the spot.

"Yeah?" Jasper prompted.

"The problem, Jasper, is that I am in a position of far too much power over you for anything—any unprofessional associations to ever be . . . sane," he said, although his voice shook. "I never, ever want to put you in a position where you would feel uncomfortable saying no to me. I refuse to even allow the possibility. Your safety is of paramount importance to me, and this—this isn't safe. This can never be safe, so long as you are a lodger at the Society and a rogue scientist under my provision. There's simply too much leverage on my side. I'm sorry, Jasper. I'm sorry this even had to be brought up."

"But—you'd never do anything like that," Jasper said. "Use the Society and all of your—everything to manipulate me. You'd never use any of that leverage, I know you wouldn't."

"Jasper—" Jekyll began, distraught. He put a hand over his face, shaking, ruinous. It had to be said, even if it killed him. Hyde could have done it. Hyde could have had it done with five minutes ago. "You have known me all of four days, Mr. Kaylock. I am not the saint you imagine me to be."

Jasper was very quiet. There was no air in the room. Jekyll's stomach was full of maggots. He braced himself, for anger, for betrayal, for the sting of a sharp and well-deserved rebuke.

"Oh," said Jasper, and it was worse than anything Jekyll could have imagined.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled. "I'm so sorry, Jasper. It should never have come to this."

Jasper stood up.

"It's all right," he said, and he sounded nothing so much as disappointed. "Thanks for talking with me about it, anyway. It's good to know where things stand. It's good to have the air cleared out."

Jekyll could only nod. He had to keep his eyes closed. He couldn't look. He couldn't bear to look.

"I'll . . . see you round, Dr. Jekyll," Jasper said, and Jekyll's heart snapped in two.

"I suppose you will, Mr. Kaylock," he managed.

Jasper walked away. Jekyll clenched his fist until it bled and prayed the earth would swallow him whole.

Hyde at least gave him a few minutes before he started niggling.

Those are called "feelings," he said helpfully, while Jekyll nursed his second glass of wine. I know it's been an awfully long time since you've had any, so if you need any help with them—

"No," Jekyll said flatly.

Oh, fine, go on wrecking everything, then, Hyde said, smug. It's getting funny at this point.

Jekyll sipped his wine. The pain in his hand was starting to fade, and he wasn't sure he liked it.

"It was one mistake," he said, "and it's fixed now."

Fixed? Hah! You've fucked it up worse than ever! If you want it fixed, now, I can fix it.

"No you can't," he said.

There's no inconvenient power dynamic between me and the wolflet, Hyde purred. You can have it all~

"In four more days, you can state your case," Jekyll said, although he was aching. "Until then, it will do you no good."

Give it up, doctor, Hyde said. You've already lost, and you know it. You were always too weak to make it, and now you've got the proof to back it up. Isn't that what your ~science~ is all about? Well congratulations, dear doctor, we've empirically proved you're a failure!

Jekyll sat for a long moment, his jaw clenched, his hands shaking. He opened the carved wooden box on his desk and drew out a key. He felt Hyde go ice cold inside him.

What are you doing? he said.

Deliberately, Jekyll turned and unlocked the top drawer of his cabinet. Hyde swarmed across the glass, frenzied and turbulent.

Jekyll, what are you doing? he demanded.

Eyes down, he rifled through the contents until he found the right phial. He tapped out a measure of the white salt into his wine. His hands were steady. His face was stone. There was no heartbeat in his chest.

Stop, Hyde said, pressing his hands to the inside of the nearest cabinet's glass. Stop this right now. You stubborn, spiteful ass! What are you trying to accomplish? What could you possibly hope to gain?!

Like a clockwork soldier, Jekyll carried on. He stirred and stirred until the spoon stopped crunching at the bottom of the glass, until the salt was all dissolved. He raised the glass to his lips and took a single bitter sip.

Henry, for God's sake! Hyde screamed.

Finally, Jekyll paused. The wine tingled on his tongue. He met Hyde's eyes in the glass, took in his desperation, his abject terror—basked in it, reveled in it. He raised an eyebrow.

Please, said Hyde.

Jekyll spat the mouthful of poisoned wine back into the glass, then took the whole ensemble to the chemical waste bin and poured it out.

"Don't test me, Hyde," he said. His voice did not so much as quaver. "You will always, always lose."

You're a madman, Hyde spat. You're a lunatic!

"If I am, then so are you," Jekyll said, unconcerned. He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. His tongue was still tingling. He rinsed his mouth out cursorily. "But you don't care much about that, do you. You care very little about anything but yourself. Fortunately, I still have the power to take even that from you."

Much good it'll do you when you're dead.

"I shall be laughing in hell," Jekyll said.

Look at yourself, Jekyll, Hyde sneered. Is this what you wanted? Was this where your ~grand designs~ were meant to carry you? You are everything they accuse you of, everything you built your stupid Society to dismantle. Hypocrite. Liar.

"No," Jekyll said, as though instructing a child, "you are a hypocrite and a liar. I am a gentleman. And if you will stop annoying me, perhaps I will allow you a night out."

Hah, you're cracking, Hyde said, without venom, or indeed much feeling at all.

"Don't push your luck, Edward," Jekyll said sweetly.

Hyde did not say anything else.

#tgs #the glass scientists #fanfic #silver

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whompthatsucker1981 · 7 years

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(CW MED TALK)But the bad thing is that having two nites out in places full of ppl on whats probably the coldest week yet this winter, is that im Down With The Siccness…. :( i went to the hospital twice this last three days, ive got a pretty mean throat infection with bad fever n pain (both going away thankfully), this morning i got a pretty painful benzathine shot and spent Hours high trying to get shit done while on the pain meds they gave me thru an iv. im getting beter tho! just got a lil scared being alone n all, esp since yesterday before sleep i coughed bloodied mucus :^( (END CW)

also heyo this wednesday i completed 10 months on t!!!

#transviado transiciona #yea its part of my trans tag. relevant 2 it

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peanott · 7 years

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92 Questions

@useless--mind thanks for tagging me bud!! i love doing these even if no one gives a shit

Last:

1. Drink: milk

2. Phone call: with my grandpa

3. Text message: “👀👀👀“

4. Song you listened to: ultra bra - kaunis ja ylpee

5. Time I cried: cant remember the last time i properly cried (its not even a rare occurrence just doesnt pop into my mind wtf) but my eyes got wet like two hours ago bc my sister sent me silly pics with her baby and was just extraordinarily sweet love her :(

Have You:

6. Dated someone twice: no

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nope

8. Been cheated on: nah

9. Lost someone special: yeah

10. Been depressed: yes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: unfortunately................

List Three Favorite Colors:

12. violet

13. baby blue

14. orange mayb

In The Last Year Have You:

15. Made new friends: ive got closer with a few people so kinda?

16. Fallen out of love: wtf is this love ya keep talkin bout

17. Laughed until you cried: yes

18. Found out someone was talking about you: hahaha yeah

19. Met someone who changed you: nah

20. Found out who your friends are: in a way? ive not been thinking about this profoundly at all but the way ive perceived some people has strengthened for better and worse which led into new relationship dynamics

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: not on the lips

General:

22. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: vast majority

23. Do you want to change your name: noo im used to it but at the same time it sometimes hits me that its ACTUALLY my name (its not even anything special i just have confusing thoughts) so it does keep me on my toes and wont get bored of it

24. What did you do for your last birthday: I CANT REMEMBER lmao ok i dont think we celebrated it on my actual birthday at all bc it wasnt practical that way but i had my sisters over the day before

25. What time did you wake up: 7am cause i hate myseldf

26. What were you doing last night at midnight: drinking water at my friends so id sober up bc im a fucking idiot pls slap me thrice dont hate me

27. Name something you can’t wait for: get used to the new school i go to in two days (yea i havent even started yet but i can feel the bricks im shitting for the next month or so)

28. When was the last time you saw your mom: an hour ago?

29. What is the one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wanna be able to enjoy living my life properly and take more risks without worrying all the time

30. What are you listening to right now: partners in crime part three by the internet

31. Have you talked to a person named Tom: no?

32. Most visited website(s): twitter tumblr youtube how generic

Lost Questions:

33. Mole(s): i have three moles (on my temple, under eye, above eyebrow) that form a triangle i was so ecstatic when i discovered this like two years ago

34. Marks: what kind of?? i mean i have stretch marks one from vaccination but thats it i think

35. Childhood dream: either a fashion designer or a housewife lmao

36. Hair color: mYsTiC vIoLeT according to the hair dye idk its hard to describe a dark mix of brown n purple (and red?)

37. Do you have a crush on someone: no

38. What do you like about yourself: that im quite tolerant and considerate of others, how self-aware i am cause thats the only thing that will keep me sane, i can be funny and not take things that seriously but still have extensive opinions and thoughts on everything

39. Piercings: both ears x2

40. Blood type: a(+ i think)

41. Nicknames: vertsi or however you wanna twist it its fine i love it

42. Relationship Status: singley

43. Zodiac Sign: taurus

44. Pronouns: she/her

45. Favorite TV shows: oitnb, lie to me, htgawm, skins, drag race, the get down, black mirror

46. Tattoos: none

47. Right or Left hand: right

48. Surgery: none

49. Hair Dyed A Different Color: ye different variations of brown and purple

50. Vacation: last one was to budapest about three years ago

51. Pair Of Trainers: i stole a pair from my mum idk theyre black and pink or some shit

More Generals:

52. Eating: last time? a croissant

53. Drinking: nothing rn

54. I’m about to: finish this and then go to sleep

55. Waiting for: a pleasant surprise

56. Want: a proper social life

57. Get married: idk i loved my sisters wedding but i wouldnt consider marriage a necessity from a romantic point of view. if i ever get married its probably for the legal stuff and the ceremony will be low-budget and simple

58. Career: probably gonna do something with psychology or languages

Which Is Better:

59. Hugs or Kisses: hugs ?whats a kiss?

60. Lips or eyes: eyes

61. Short or tall: idc!!! ok im kind of intimidated by tall people i feel like they could crush me in a heartbeat but maybe that adds into my excitement

62. Older or younger: older for now at least

63. Nice arms or nice stomach: great the two body parts that barely hold any meaning to me good choice

64. Sensitive or loud: im personally both (ok we gotta debate on the loud part with some people) but i think i value someone that is more likely to understand my own sensitivity so i guess sensitive it is

65. Hook up or relationship: relationship

66. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker sounds disgusting but i guess that since they would push my hesitant ass to do some stretching out of my comfort zone

Have You Ever:

67. Kissed a stranger: no

68. Had hard liquor: yes

69. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no

70. Turned someone down: kind of

71. Sex on first date: no

72. Broken someone’s heart: naah

73. Had my heart broken: nope

74. Been arrested: no

75. Cried when someone died: yes

76. Fallen For a Friend: fgjhjh kinda... got over it fast tho cause it was impossible

Do You Believe In:

77. Yourself: No I Do Not Exist We Are Collectively Hallucinating Me

78. Miracles: not really

79. Love at first sight: i believe you can sense if a person is compatible with you BUT ITS NOT LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT YOU ARE JUST A PERCEPTIVE PERSON

80. Santa Clause: obvs my Dad

81. Kiss on the first date: i dont think it has anything to do with belief if it feels right at that moment then do it

82. Angels: um? havent you seen the axe commercial :/

83. Aliens: yes!!

Other Random Things:

84. Current Best Friend’s name: mira

85. Eye color: blue and grey or some shit

86. Favorite Movie: black swan

87. Hold an object dear to you: my phone love being a #relatable millennial

88. Favorite Ice Cream Flavour: vanilla or lemon

89. Least favorite thing: when my clothes fall under my bed and then im too scared to dig them out

90. Name one thing you could change about the world: no social injustice

91. Current Song stuck in your head: i know by fiona apple

92. Favorite Childhood show: powerpuff girls? idk i liked most of the shows from my childhood

jesus christ sorry this is a hot mess made by someone who tries to function at 2am using their second language @nuddy-pants do this xx

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naireides · 7 years

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since you're taking prompts, totally platonic spooning for bellarke?

this spiraled into a 4k fic of FEELINGS ok? and i’m not even the least bit sorry.

ao3

Bellamy starts sleeping with Clarke out of necessity, okay? It’s something that they both need, something that helps them get through the bad nights and serve as a reminder that there are still good things left out there in the world. There’s nothing like human comfort to drive the darkness out, and that’s something that they both accept.

(And if he likes the feel of her pressed against him in the tiny beds, the way her hair almost always finds itself in his mouth on mornings, her kitten snores, and everything else in between, well, that’s his own damn problem.)

The first time it happens is because Clarke fucking fainted in the middle of Arcadia, effectively taking at least ten years off his life and sending his heart into a sprint.

“I didn’t faint,” she grumbles, trying to shove her mother away as she comes near with the IV, “I just-”

“Fainted,” he says flatly. “Other words included pass out, lose consciousness, and blackout. There’s a vast majority of them, all of which say the same thing: you fucking fainted.”

She glares at him, and he replies with a glower of his own.

“Mom,” she says, turning her attention to Abby who is still trying valiantly to insert the port in her arm, “Tell Bellamy that I’m fine, please.”

“You’re not fine,” she says promptly, to which Clarke mumbles, “Traitor,” under her breath while Bellamy throws another glare at her and says, “I told you so.”

“You’re not fine, and you’re either going to sit here and take the saline for half an hour, or I keep you for observation for the rest of the day,” says Abby, pulling away to stare at her sternly, “Your pick.”

“I think she should do both, for the record,” interjects Bellamy, and Clarke aims a kick at his ankles.

She doesn’t say anything else, but she does hold out her arm for her to slip the needle in, and slumps back against the cot, all while pouting petulantly.

“Honestly Clarke, you should know better than this when it comes to taking care of your body,” Abby chides her, taping the port in place, “Exhaustion, dehydration, have you even been eating enough?”

“I eat enough,” she grumbles, staring determinedly at the floor.

“Did you eat the apple wedges I left for you this morning?” asks Bellamy.

She glares again. “No.”

“Then you’re not eating enough.”

“Don’t you have anyone else to harass? Go bother Raven about her caloric intake instead.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but then closes it in thought instead. “Normally I would tell you don’t tell me what to do, but that actually sounds like a good idea. She wasn’t at lunch earlier and I know for a fact she didn’t have anything but a cup of tea for breakfast.”

“See? You should be giving her this whole spiel not me. It’s obvious she needs it more.”

“Yeah, no,” he snorts, “She’s not the one who collapsed in the middle of camp ten minutes ago. Nice try.” he turns to Abby, who’s regarding them with a funny look on her face. “Half an hour right? I’ll be back before then. Don’t let her go or else she’ll run back out there and get in more trouble.”

“Fuck you, Bellamy.”

He just gives her a lazy two finger salute and a shiteating smile before turning on his heel and stalking out.

True to his word, he’s back right before Abby deems it okay for Clarke to be released, and as soon as she’s done lecturing her, he takes over, leading her to her room, hand on the small of her back.

“I don’t need a keeper,” she grumbles, but lets him walk her to her quarters and slip inside.

“Humour me,” he says, and slumps into her desk chair while she kicks off her boots.

He’s pulling out a worn paperback from the inside of his jacket and when she stops and cocks her head at him. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asks with a quirk of an eyebrow, and she huffs out a breath.

“I meant, what are you doing here?”

“Making sure you get a rest.”

Clarke throws him an exasperated look. “So what? You’re going to stay there and stare at me while I sleep? That’s creepy, Bellamy.”

He rolls his eyes and waves the book at her. “Won’t be staring at you. You’re not that interesting, Griffin.”

“Don’t you have work or something?” she presses on, drawing her knees up to her chest.

“No,” he lies. Technically he had a group of cadets to run drills with, but Miller can handle that for him. “I’m free all afternoon. Now stop stalling and take a nap or something.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she sighs, but he takes it as a win when she shimmies down the bed and pulls the blanket over her. He just grins and cracks open his book, finding his place quickly.

No more than five minutes pass before she’s tossing and turning, eventually sitting up and glaring at him.

“I can’t sleep like this.”

“Is there a pea beneath your mattress?”

“What?”

“Nevermind. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep with you-” she gestures vaguely at him before huffing, “Knowing you’re sitting there and staring at me.”

“For the umpteenth time, I’m not staring at you. I’m reading my book.”

“It’s still weird.”

“It’s not that weird.”

“Come here,” she says, setting her jaw defiantly, “Come over here and read instead.”

“What- in your bed?” he says, eyebrows climbing up his forehead, and Bellamy is grateful to every deity out there that his voice doesn’t crack. “How is that less weird?”

There’s a flush on her cheeks, but the stubborn glint in her eyes persist. “It’s easier to share a bed than have someone sitting ten feet away looking at you while you sleep.”

“Reading! I’m reading while you sleep!”

“Just get in the damn bed, Bellamy,” she sighs, holding up the blanket. “I know just as well as anyone that you haven’t been sleeping much either.”

“I’m not the one who collapsed out there today,” he says through gritted teeth, trying to push the image of sleeping with Clarke out of his head. It’s bad enough that he’s finally acknowledged that there might be something other than friendship between them, but this is something else entirely that he does not want to tackle.

She runs a hand down her face. “Bellamy, please just- it’ll be so much easier of you do, okay? Please.”

And well, shit, it’s not like he could deny her anything when she’s looking up at him like that, eyes wide and earnest as she gnaws on her bottom lip.

He swallows thickly, eyes trained on her face.

“Fine,” he says at last, shrugging out of his jacket and laying across the newly vacated chair. He drops the book on top of it and kicks off his boots. “You owe me, Griffin,” he says, but his words don’t bit like he intended them to.

Arcadian cots are narrow, and it’s something that’s obvious as ever as he lays down next to her, his entire left side flush with her right. Clarke is stiff as board next to him, the blankets drawn up her chin, and she stares at the ceiling, breathing quietly. If he strains his ears, he can hear tinny voices outside, everyone busy in the mid afternoon, the noise at stark odds with the quiet bubble they’ve cocooned themselves in.

“Nightmares,” she blurts out, and he turns his head to look at her. She’s worrying her lip between her teeth and his hand twitches to brush it over. Clarke glances at him before she continues, “I get nightmares. It’s why I can’t sleep. But it’s easier… when there’s another person here,” she huffs out and embarrassed laugh, “The week after we got back from Polis I- I was crawling into bed with my mother every night. I thought it was getting better, but…”

“You should have said something before,” he rumbles out, turning fully on his side and pillowing his head on his arm. He brushes the hair out of her face with the other, taking note how she leans into the touch.

She laughs bitterly. “Like what? I’m suddenly a child who can’t sleep by herself? Who can’t even take care of herself properly?”

He frowns. “That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what it is.”

“Clarke,” he murmurs, eyebrows drawing together. She’s turned away from him, staring determinedly at the wall, and he shuffles closer, laying a tentative hand atop hers.

“Clarke,” he says, more firmly this time once she looks over at him, “There’s nothing wrong with- after everything we’ve been through, things like this is expected. But you shouldn’t have to deal with it alone.”

“No one else is collapsing in the middle of camp,” she says, words tinged with bitterness as she glances back at him.

“Because they’re not afraid to rely on people,” he counters easily, linking their hands together. “You don’t have to this alone. You’ve never had to. All you had to do was let us in.”

She’s close enough that he feels when she swallows heavily, and her grip becomes vice like on his hand.

“I’m glad,” she says after several moments of silence, voice thick and looking up at him from beneath her lashes, “I- I’m glad you’re here for me, Bellamy.”

She’s still holding onto his hand when she turns back around, pulling it over her waist, and Bellamy freezes for a fraction of a second.

“Get some sleep, Griffin,” he replies gruffly, drawing her close enough that he can feel the warmth of her back against his chest. He buries his face in her hair and tries to be inconspicuous about breathing her in, letting the faint bite of antiseptic masked by fresh herbs swirl around his mind.

He waits until her breathing has evened out before trying to reach for sleep himself. The last thing he thinks of before he drifts away is just how relaxed she looks curled up in his arms, and he lets himself go, surrounded by her scent.

(When he wakes up, the sun has already set and Clarke is still asleep, her soft snores the only sound to be heard. She stirs awake not to long after, and they walk together to the mess hall for dinner, hands bumping against each other. Neither of them comment about the evening spent, but she does mention in passing that it’s the first time in a while that she wasn’t awoken by a nightmare. Bellamy is grinning all the way to his guard shift, and Miller just takes one look at him before rolling his eyes and walking off.)

The second time (and third actually), occurs barely a week later while the en route to the Ice Nation.

“I hate you,” Clarke grumbles, trying to make herself comfortable on the hard metal floor of the rover. “I really fucking hate you.”

Outside, Bellamy snorts, and continues messing around the hood of the rover, despite the sub zero temperatures. Just their luck that rover decided to conk out right when it was about to hit freezing.

Snow.

It was beautiful for the first thirty minutes or so before the novelty wore off. After that it was just cold, and wet, and a nuisance in general.

“How the hell is it my fault we’re stuck in a snowstorm?” he asks, before aiming a kick at the bumper in frustration.

“It just is, okay!”

“You’re the one who insisted we go to the Ice Nation,” he says as he continues to poke around under the hood, “Who’d have thought that a place with the name Ice in it would have snow?”

“I- shut up,” she mutters, sulking, “Get back in here before you freeze to death. We might as well stop for the night.”

“We might not be able to move in the morning,” he says darkly, but he’s already coming around and popping the door open. He’s accompanied by a blast of cool air and Clarke yelps at the bite it carries.

She’s already spread out their bedrolls and blankets in the back, and is in the middle of trying to get one of Raven’s homemade space heaters up and running.

“I think it’s the battery,” he says, dropping down next to her and ripping open a pack of jerky with his teeth, “There isn’t much sunlight out though, so we better pray it gets enough juice for us to at least start up in the morning. That means none of this.” He pulls out the heater’s cord from the console.

“Great,” she groans, slumping forward. “Could this be any worst?”

“We could be hiking to the Ice Nation instead,” he points out, “Hiking and sleeping in tents instead of a rover that is ten times better at keeping the wind chill out.”

“It was a rhetorical question, Mr Doom-and-Gloom,” she grumbles, throwing a glare at him. Bellamy just grins, and she huffs, reaching over to steal his jerky.

“You checked in with camp?”

“Yeah. I also told them that we might get to Roan’s later than planned. Raven was working on sending a message to them.”

He just nods, and they go back to eating in silence, staring at the snow fluttering outside, slowly gathering across the windscreen.

When they’ve finished splitting the rations between them and sneaking a sip of moonshine each, the slip into the back where Clarke has set out the bedrolls in order to get some sleep. They get ready slowly, no words shared between them as the toe of boots and throw their jackets in the front seat before sliding into the sleeping bags.

It’s not comfortable, but it’s leagues better than sleeping outside on the frozen ground. Still though, he can hear Clarke tossing and turning from her spot before she sits up and huffs, “We should be sharing body heat.”

He almost jackknifes into a sitting position in shock. “What.”

Though it’s dark, he can almost perfectly picture her responding glare. “Body heat. You’re like a furnace, Bellamy, and I’m freezing over here, even with my extra blankets.”

On a normal occasion he would argue with her, but she did have a point; it was getting unbearably chilly in the rover.

“Alright fine,” he sighs, before dragging his sleeping bag over to where she lay. Clarke rolls into him almost immediately, and he actually yelps when she presses her nose into the dip of his collarbone.

“Jesus, are you made of ice?” he grumbles, squirming when her hands sneak under his t shirt to rest against his torso. “Stop that!” He tries to bat away her hands.

“But I’m cold,” she whines pathetically and presses herself closer.

“Yeah, well, this whole arrangement isn’t going to work out if you cause me to freeze to death,” he grumbles, finally catching hold of her forearms, “Turn around.”

She does as she’s told, though not without muttering how much of a drama queen he his. When her back is towards him, Bellamy loops an arm around her waist and draws her into his chest. His leg slots in between hers, and he deserves a fucking medal for not wincing even once when she presses icy toes and fingers into his skin.

“Better?” he asks, nuzzling into her hair. His shirt had carried the faint smell of antiseptic and herbs for days after they slept together the first time, but smelling it straight from the source after a week away was almost intoxicating.

“I guess it’s okay,” she mutters, just because she’s Clarke and has to be difficult. He hides his smile in her hair and pinches the soft inner skin of her arm in return.

“Sleep,” he commands her, ignoring her shout of pain, “You’re taking over driving tomorrow and I don’t want to die by crashing head on into a tree.”

“You’re such a dick,” she mumbles sleepily, and he feels her muscles slowly relaxing as she drifts off.

The same arrangement stands the next night, when they’re just a few hours out of the Ice Nation, except this time he doesn’t wait for to ask. He just drags his bedroll next to hers and hold up their combined covers long enough for her to slide under and cuddle into his arms.

“This okay?” she asks, tugging his arm over hers and linking their fingers together.

He grins into the darkness and presses his forehead to the back of her neck. “Yeah Clarke, this is fine.”

(The next night, they’re given separate accommodations at the Ice Nation palace and it takes him far longer to fall asleep without her warmth in his hands. Bellamy tries not to read too much into it when they both show up to breakfast the next morning tired and grumpy.)

The next time occurs the very same day the return to camp after the meeting with the Ice Nation.

The snowstorm damaged some of the cabins that they built, and people had to be relocated to the Ark.

“It’s just temporary,” Abby tells them- or more specifically, Clarke, since she’s the one who has to give up her room, “I’m sure you can stay with Raven or something for the time being.”

The two of them share a look. “Right,” she says after beat, “Don’t worry mom, I’ll figure something out.”

It’s a testament to just how busy the former Chancellor is that she doesn’t pry any further, and leaves them with a quick, “Just make sure all your things are moved out by this evening.”

It takes them one trip to carry all of Clarke’s meagre belongings to Bellamy’s quarters, and less than twenty minutes to make room for her clothes in his trunk and unpack her scant collection of pencils and crayons on his desk.

“Welcome home,” he says with a wry quirk of his lips, and she elbows him in the ribs.

“I’m headed to medical,” she sniffs, “If you see Raven, can you tell her that I found somewhere to stay?”

“Leaving me with the hard job, huh.”

She scowls at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. “I’ll see you later, Bellamy,” she says, pointedly ignoring his smirk.

He does tell Raven- he runs into her on his way to his guard shift- and relays the news.

She doesn’t seem surprised that Clarke chose to room with him instead. In fact, she just snorts and says, “Obviously. But I didn’t want to be the one to tell Abby that her precious daughter would be shacking up with big, bad, Blake.”

Bellamy tries to glare at her, but it’s belied by the flush creeping up the back of his neck, and all he can do is bark out a halfhearted, “Shut up, Reyes.”

Actually living with Clarke isn’t that different from how things were before; they don’t see each other much during the day unless there’s a meeting, they always have lunch and dinner together when their shifts line up, and always, always, find time at the end of the day to down a shot of moonshine and toss ideas, and plans, and other various happenings at each other.

The only marked difference is that now they discuss plans while getting ready for bed together; Bellamy giving Clarke a briefing on the upcoming hunting outings while she brushes her teeth and he washes his face, Clarke lecturing Bellamy about his cadets’ recklessness as he turns down the bed while she slips into her sleepshirt.

It’s- nice.

It’s also nice to be able to climb into bed after her and pull her into his arms, feel her relax and hear that contented little sigh reserved just for him.

(They get the cabins fixed in about two weeks and everyone is able to move back into their respective living spaces. Bellamy comes home that night to find Clarke spread eagle on the bed, snoring softly, and it has something warm blooming from the centre of his chest.)

After Clarke all but moves in with him, they never sleep apart.

They’re there for each other on their hard days. The days where she loses someone in medical and spends her nights sniffling softly into his neck, his arms tight around her while he murmurs words of comfort and sweet nothings in her ear. The days where he just wants to be done fighting and she pulls his head onto her chest, fingers carding through his hair. The days when the nightmares take over and he wakes up with her clinging to his back like a koala, unable to move if he tried, and the ones where he holds her just a little bit closer and a little bit tighter.

They’re also there on the good days; the ones where they’re laughing until their bellies hurt while she recounts the story of finding Miller and his boyfriend sneaking off into a supply closet like actual teenagers, the ones where Monty decides to test his new batch of moonshine, and everyone is all warm and liquored up. Those are his favourites, because he can blame the alcohol when he presses featherlight kisses into her shoulder, and wakes up to Clarke pressing her ass into the cradle of his hips while he lays hard against her.

He’s figured out what that warmth in his chest is too, the same one that flares up when he finds blonde hair stuck on his jacket, and when his entire bed smells like a mix of antiseptic and herbs, sunshine and gunpowder.

“Did you know that mother didn’t realise I hadn’t moved back into my quarters until today?” she says conversationally, tracing invisible patterns along his forearm.

She likes to cuddle, he’s come to realise. And while she likes to press her head against his chest or into the crook of his shoulder when drunk and make him pet her, this is her favourite position: Bellamy pressed against her back, arm thrown haphazardly across her waist and breathing her in.

Coincidentally, it’s his favourite too.

“It’s been like two months,” he rumbles, trying not to fidget when the scratch of her nails against his forearm inadvertently tickles.

“I never used to spend a lot of time in there anyway,” she says, “And I never really had a lot of stuff. She was pissed for half a second that I didn’t tell her I had moved out though. She said she would have relocated someone to it already.”

“She’s not angry you’re living here?”

Her shrug is awkward given that she’s lying alongside him. “Not really. She knows what you are to me.”

She says the words easily, breath never once faltering and hands never once skipping a beat as she continues to draw out mindless patterns into his skin. It sound a lot like a confession, and it almost feels like the universe itself is holding its breath as it waits for his reply.

“And what am I to you?” he asks cautiously.

That’s when she tenses; only for half a second, but he feels it in her nonetheless.

When she speaks, Bellamy can tell that each word is chosen carefully. “You’re my best friend. You’re the person I trust most in this world and I- you’re mine.”

She says it with a sudden ferociousness, gripping onto his arm, and he’s almost taken aback by it.

Almost.

It takes him a moment before he can speak around the ball of emotion clogging his throat, and when he does, his voice is pitched low and gruff.

“You’re mine too,” he swears solemnly into her hair, and there’s no mistaking the meaning behind his words.

He can feel her grin when she brushes a kiss across his knuckles.

Neither of them say anything more before they drift asleep, bodies flush against one another, so close that he can feel her heartbeat sync with his.

In the morning, Clarke turns in his arms and kisses him right there in bed, firm and sweet, and he chases after her mouth when she pulls away.

“I’m glad I’m here with you,” she whispers, foreheads pressed together.

He nudges her nose with his. “I’m glad I’m here with you,” he murmurs before kissing her again, a little wet and messy, but only because neither of them can stop smiling long enough to do it properly.

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The world is not forgiving, the moon changes phases at the same rate, whether you live or die. The stars themselves, huge & bright to the point we call them heavenly, don’t write poetry about us.

There is comfort in this, the nihilistic idea that it’s all one colourful shout into an uncaring maze, filled with planets I’ll never see.

Who will? When will they be born? Will they be remembered? Will I?

The future doesn’t exist outside of theroy, its always running at us before melting into the present. We can’t escape the now, but the now doesn’t care. Neither do I.

(Polished piece)

At the academy we all got one class a week in “The Zero”. A huge building, all polymers, replicated graphene, and steel with airlocks at the entrances. It towered above even the library, rising a good kilometer into the air at its vertex. The ovular arches rose into the sky with natural strength as promised by the shape, the center of the structure was made of tensile steel fabric, layers of leather and nylon and plastic woven into a series of dense tarps that allowed all air to be sucked from an entire room without it collapsing. It was a marvel, one that will be written about like notre dame was, with history and meaning sculpted into some day crumbling supports. But back then it was a minor novelty, a building with freezing temperatures and the false vacuum of space where future voyagers could get their required training. Each of us suited up and sat in awe as we saw the simulator in person for the first time, but the astonishment would soon be replaced with resentment when we learned that the classes held here were not all spacewalks and anti gravity.

A call to attention from our instructor broke the wonder, though he waited long enough for us to get our fill of the metal giant in front of us. With a soft click of a faded orange button the video screen popped up, looking like a relic from the twenty first century. First thing they taught was how to secure a breached hull:

-Seal the airlock, with you and whoever else is there inside

-Cover the breach with the nearest object, if none are available, use yourself.

-Send out a code orange (breach alert) via your wrist comm.

-Pull on your oxygen mask

-Use the room’s breach box to create an emergency patch

-Wait for a crew member to weld the hole from the outside

-Stabilize oxygen levels and pressure

-Run diagnostic to confirm repair

-Breach over

I still see the video of the challenger playing on loop in my head, a reminder that you have one chance to get it all right. A faulty O-ring can cost everything. My class sat in stunned silence as our professor displayed video after video of routine repairs gone wrong, of ships and bodies and people who would never see their planet again. The crew of the Space shuttle challenger, the shuttle Sentinel, the failed mission of the Wonder rover, the first manned craft of Venus, the ghost towns on Mars.

We had sent so many people out. It made sense that there was a certain rate of failure. To err is human, to accidentally weld yourself to the hull is astronaut. Still... seeing the frozen face of a man, once humming as he tightened a bolt, before the nitrogen in the cooling tanks spilled over him, felt like an invasion. He was only human, and now he was a cautionary tale. Marcona Du’ Bliss, the man who I still remember seeing on the screen in front of me. It was hard to feel the same about space after that lesson. It was difficult to see beauty in something so dangerous, but somehow humanity managed to.

The lessons were practical, living on a station was about the same regardless of if you were a researcher, a communications officer, or a navigator. What stuck for me was the realization that the universe was not forgiving, the moon changes phase at the same rate, whether you live or die. The stars themselves, huge and bright to the point we called\\ them heavenly, don’t write poetry about us. There was comfort in this, the nihilistic idea that it was all one colourful shout into an uncaring maze, full of planets I’d never see. Sure we’d terraformed one moon, but in an infinite universe it felt like a small accomplishment. Our first generational ship hadn’t even left the galaxy yet, confined by time and motion and the too slow speed of light.

All I could do was ask myself who would pass that line? Who on that ship would be standing as close to the edge as they could when it went beyond everything we’d ever known? Some ailing scientist, given a last request, an intrepid astronaut who thought space was where their life was worth living. Would they exist in my lifetime, born already or a twinkle in a great grandmother’s eye, growing up in space and never knowing the feeling of 9.807 metres per second squared gravity? What would be left of them when all was said and done? Would they become a footnote in history, merely the first of many voyagers in a long line of new settlers, or would they have a day named after them, left on a calendar to end up as a day off school for some child in the future who doesn’t remember a thing about them.

This world was one of impossible chances. The idea that I existed as I was, that anyone existed at all, was amazing and against the odds. A planet orbiting just far enough from the right star for liquid water, having the conditions necessary for life, able to cradle so many species within its vast blue and green hands like grains of salt. We were humanity, small, and brave, and I believe truly good. We were earth’s children, a People of soil and gravity and fire, made of stardust, breathing rocket fuel, and counting the seconds in between crackles of thunder. A species that was as tough as we were foolhardy, that didn’t know when to quit. A People like us.

These were the thoughts I had as my bag was packed. As my earthly possessions were prepared to lose one important qualifier. These memories of an academy where I learned how to undo spaghettification in the case of a black hole related emergency, the place I learned xeno flora and fauna protocols off by heart, so that when we finally found something out there, something new and beautiful, we wouldn’t hurt it. I had to prepare myself for stasis, mentally it would be fine, but as far as physically... well... there was a reason you had to gain extra weight before they’d even consider putting you into it. The process was simple enough, you’d be put on life support, your heart rate was slowed to almost nothing, your breathing reduced, and they gave you three units of Voxanian by IV a week to keep you under. The fact that Voxanian digested fat cells as part of the process was just another minor drawback, like the mild chemical burns around the injection site or the average three days it took for the pins and needles feeling to go away. It wasn’t nearly as predictable as what we use now, but we didn’t know how to make a cryo crypt that wouldn’t freeze someone to death. Back then it was expected that a few people would wake up mid trip, sometimes leading to casualties, but more often the only negative was minorly depleted food stores upon arrival. Until we automated the IV systems, replaced Voxanian with Ludophine, and brain scans were made routine, that was the norm.

Fortunately for me, I was out for all of my stasis. I spent four years, at speeds I still have trouble comprehending, drugged and dazed.

Waking from that kind of drug induced nap was about the least refreshing feeling imaginable. It was like I’d been pulled through a radiation filter and dipped in chlorine. My toes buzzed as I wiggled them for the first time in years, reminding me that my muscles weren’t entirely atrophied. Lieutenant Sorra unhooked me from all of my machines and monitors before leading me to my quarters.

“We’re giving you an hour to get your sea legs, kay? But then it’s straight to the med bay,” she said.

The first thing I did was grab my soap and head for the shower, an easy enough feat in artificial gravity, save the moments where the system would fluctuate and I’d get shampoo in my eyes or float into a wall. It was coconut scented soap and the feeling of hunger broke past the lull in my mind. I was more alert than I’d been in years. If hunger hadn’t woken me up, my medical tests would have. I’d never had so many injections in my life, vitamin shots and blood transfusions were almost enough to put some pep in my step.

“Any medical issues that may not be in the files?” asked Dr. Vondervan.

“ I have an allergy to peanuts, but that’s about it. Are my legs supposed to feel this heavy?”

“When the Vox wears off you’ll feel better, until then you’re gonna be staying in your quarters. I'm gonna suggest that you complete an extra hour of sleep for the next, say, three shifts? You’ve got some more advanced effects from the process than I’ve seen in a while.”

He sounded slightly concerned, enough that I headed his advice. He looked at my chart for a few minutes, confirming that I had all of the appropriate health qualifications for my assorted jobs. He paused, asking me questions about my past, like how I broke my arm when I was seven. Small talk had never been my strong suit, but being hopped up on Vox and a four year nap made it tolerable. He paused when he reached my tasks list for the next week. After sucking a breath in and letting it hiss out between his teeth, he spoke,

“Also, since you’re working the water system for the greenhouse next week, I'm gonna have to give you a tetanus A shot.”

I had spent enough time in my history and disease lectures, even as a biochemical and botany major, to tilt my head at that statement.

“I thought that tetanus A wasn’t brought to the base? Wasn’t it screened for?” it was pretty serious, seeing as tetanus A, the original virus, had stopped being vaccinated for after gene altering had rendered one of its last strains harmless to humans. It was an unheard of disease at that point, without an earthbound case in forty years.

“It was on a shipment of potatoes, apparently they were near a virus incubator, which is a bad decision, but not against any actual protocol, so we’d rather be safe,” he said, pulling out a needle.

I frowned and braced myself, he grimaced as he pressed the plunger down.

Lewis Vondervan had a face like a bulldog, it was short, drooping, and whiskered, set on a larger than average head. All of this was balanced on top of his six foot three inch body, which was of an average, if slightly pudgy build. Salt and pepper hair sprouted from his head in thick, curled waves, while his beard and sideburns were still mostly a deep ocher. His personality reminded me of a chemistry professor from my university, indecisive but undeniably in charge, all while seeming less like an authoritative father and more like an eccentric uncle.

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THE BOOK of 25 - FINAL CONFLICT OF INTEREST BY CANADA #1

Andrea Orlando Ministry of Justice (Italy) Address: Via Arenula, 70, 00186 Roma RM, Italy Corte Suprema di Cassazione http://w2.vatican.va/content/francesco/en/motu_proprio/documents/papa-francesco_20160817_statuto-dicastero-servizio-sviluppo-umano-integrale.html Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace Cardinal Peter K.A. Turkson, President, Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace Pontifical Biblical Institute Via della Pilotta 25 - 00187 Roma RECAP –MALAYSIA 2016-2017

MALAYSIA IS # 2 IN THE WORLD FOR CORRUPTION IN THE FIRST 6 MONTHS – I ENCOUNTERED MANY CORRUPT PRACTICES MY INTERNET WAS STOLEN- BY THE SERVICE PROVIDERS – WHAT PEOPLE DON’T UNDERSTAND IS THAT THE CORRUPTION IS AT A GRASS ROOT LEVEL – MALAYSIAN’S DO MAJOR WRONG AND COME AT YOU IN TEAMS. I WAS CONSTANTLY HAVING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT SOME THING – I CALLED THE COPS – IN THE END ANY INTERACTION WITH THE COPS WAS BLOCKED BY CONDO MANAGEMENT – TELLING THE COPS – IT WAS TAKEN CARE OF – THE COPS THEREFOR NEVER – TALKED TO ME – BLOCKED BY CONDO MANAGEMENT STOLEN INTERNET –EXTORTION – I CLOSED THE ACCOUNNT – IN WRITING – IN JANURAY 2017- THEY CONTINUED TO BILL ME FOR MONTHS – AS I WAS / AM SO SICK AND DEALING WITH VERY DANGEROUS PEOPLE – I HAD TO STOP CONTACT UNTIL I WAS BETTER – BUT I NEVER GOT BETTER? THESE PEOPLE ARE RUTHLESS AND RECKLESS – I WAS THREATENED SO MANY TIMES – MALAYSIA IS VERY DANGEROUS CONDO MANAGEMENT- ALLOWING RICH CONDO OWNERS – TO DAMAGE OTHER OWNERS PROPERTY- I CALLED THE COPS – AS THEY TRIED TO EXTORT $ FROM ME – REGARDING THE DAMAGES – THAT THEY INFLICTED ON THE CONDO AND ON MY SELF – THE DAMAGE CRACKED THE WALLS – THEY FLOODED MY BALCONEY WITH PAINT – THE DAMAGE LOOSENED THE PLASTER THAT FELL ON MY BED – TRIGGERING MASSIVE ANAPHLACTIC SHOCK – I STOPPED BREATHING WHILE SLEEPING – CAME TO – AND THREW MYSELF ON THE FLOOR – TO RESTART MY HEART. IN JANUARY I MOVED – TRYING TO SAVE MY LIFE – BUT THEN COCOBAY TOOK OVER CIMB BANK MACHINES – ATM MACHINES RIGGED TO STEAL CASH – I CALLED THE COPS BUS COMPANY – CHANGE MY TRAVEL ARRANGEMENTS BASED ON MY FOREIGN NAME FATAL INFECTION PLACED IN MY BED-COCOBAY RENTALS – RAT FECES – URINE PLACED IN MY BED – LEPTOSPIROSIS IS A KNOWN MALAYSIAN PLAGUE VECTOR SEVERAL PUBLIC UTTERANCES BY CONDO MANGER JACK GOH THAT HE IS GOING TO KILL ME DOCTORS AND MALAYSIAN KLINIKS REFUSING TO TREAT ME – MEDICALLY WHILE TELLING ME IT’S A FATAL DISEASE CHC-KL BLOCKING MY SEEKING MEDICAL CARE THE NAUTILUS CONDO OWNER HIDING MY UTILITY BILLS – THAT HAVE NOW REACHED ABOUT $1000 - CANADIAN? HE –JOHNSON THE OWNER - ? REFUSED TO GIVE ME THE BILLS? I AM ON RECORD TRYING TO GET THE BILLS- PAY THE RENT – AND GET RECEIPTS. THERFORE HE HAS DECIDED TO EVICT ME – AND I CANT GO AS I AM TOO SICK. ? SO THOUGH I AM A MODEL TENANT – VERY QUIET – AND TRY AND KEEP ON TOP OF THE BILLS – THE AMOUNT OF BIZARRENESS - ? IS DEAFENING. I CONTACTED VANCOUVER MP – DR.HEDY FRY TO ESTABLISH MEDICAL EMERGENCY – AND TO GAIN ACCESS TO MEDICAL INFORMATION. DR.FRY BLOCKED MY CARE AND INSTEAD REFERRED MY PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL MEDICAL TO THE RCMP - ? THE CRIMINAL ASPECT OF MY SITUATION BY OTHERS IS MIND BLOWING. ALL THIS AND MORE HAVE BEEN RECORDED BY VIDEO AND BY PICTURES ON MY BLOGS. MEDICAL – THE DISEASE – DAMAGED MY HEART – BLINDED ME – CONFONED ME TO 10 MONTHS OF BED REST – HEAT STROKE – A MAJOR RECENT DEVELOP – I CAN’T BREATHE PROPERLY – THE URINE OUTPUT IS VERY LOW – POSSIBLE KIDNEY / LIVER FAILURE ANAPHYLAXIS- THE VEINS – ARTERIES ARE SEVERLLY CONSTRICTED – AND WILL MAKE GETTING IV TREATMENTS DIFFICULT. MASSIVE WEIGH GAIN WHILE MUSCLE MASS DETERIOATES ALL ARE INDICATED IN THE VAST ARRAY OF SYMPTOMS – ALL ARE RELATED TO THE DISEASE BRINGING ON END PHASE REACTIONS AS THE BODY FAILS- COMA AND DEATH ARE TO FOLLOW. HOW DO I GET BACK TO CANADA? HOW DO I PROTECT MYSELF FROM CANADA – BAD DOCTORS – BAD POLITITIANS -? THE SITUATION IS RAPIDLY WORSENING.

---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: J Ardern (MIN) <[email protected]> Date: Mon, Jan 29, 2018 at 9:55 AM Subject: RE: As per my Request for Emergency Refuge Status To: "[email protected]" <[email protected]>

Dear Christopher de Caermichael

I am writing on behalf of the Prime Minister, Rt Hon Jacinda Ardern, to acknowledge your email of 27 January 2018 concerning your request to come to New Zealand . Please be assured your comments have been noted. As the issue you have raised falls within the portfolio responsibilities of the Associate Minister of Immigration, Hon Kris Faafoi, your email has been forwarded to the Minister's office for consideration. Thank you for writing to Jacinda.

Dinah Okeby Office of the Prime Minister

Thank you in advance, I am grateful and I wake up every day wondering if its my last or how much longer will it be before it is my last. I am terrified by all these experiences - I am doing everything to stay alive. I did years ago win a scholarship for Medicine and due to all these incredible circumstances - I can create temporary body hacks - to I suppose just keep me alive. All this political melange - this quagmire of Trudeau's Canada and Malaysia.. its a nightmare.

I know this is not an easy task but its doable due to the extraordinary laws that are available if requested and warranted. Along with Trudeau's Bizarre notion that you must sue Him,, Canada and phalanx of Canadian services for Millions of Dollars to become worthy of being Canadian. And to access the 1 Billion $ Consular fund created for such a need as the one that I am in. The fund exists - but its held under The Kings prerogative. As you see, I have reached out to everyone - as per the requisite need to establish this as a crime. Per se. And for protection against Canada and Malaysia.

So please feel free to contact who you must. I have to try and focus on getting better. To travel and to go through the most excruciating Medical tests to establish if my life can be saved. And then what? If you read up and become familiar with Leptospirosis - Persistent Human Leptospirosis - Weill's Disease and the cornucopia of ancillary diseases and condition that it spawns.. Thank God its not Contagious just fatal ...

Its so complicated - I have many files still to process to make sense of all this. As it seems Malaysia is a domino affect that once you engage just by being a visitor you can land you in these extraordinary circumstances. I have never encountered this level of filth before. To place saturated bedding with Rat feces / Urine on a Guests Bed? TO attack and then extort $ and to publicly scream that you are going to kill me ? And then for me be so sick that you cant defend yourself, get Medical help, be abused by Canada on top of this Malaysian madness. I alerted the CHC-KL in March 2017 - through August Begging for Help. They laughed at me. At the time I could not understand what was happening ? So you have access to a detailed chain of events and emails to all and sundry in Canada - Begging for help..

The images below are some of what i have endured. The 300- 400 poxes, blisters, the incredible fevers - that burnt my feet. The heart being damaged, the pain, the blindness - the exhaustion - all this with no medical assistance. I just report it to Canada. I reported it to The Vatican and then to the world. Why have i survived? I am bed ridden - gained a ton of weight overnight - or pseudo weight as it could be the Kidney, Liver, Heart being swollen. And it could be fluid retention. So I am very careful.

I did finally find a Health Food store with Vitamins that if taken in large enough quantities. Can ameliorate the situation.?? I will need to be stronger to attempt any rescue mission.

L'apelle du voir indeed. Thank you and so sorry to have had to bring all this to your attention. Cristoph

L'apelle du voir

https://www.change.org/p/human-rights-campaign-free-a-canadian-trapped-in-malaysia https://youtu.be/JZNl8zX7GFk Andrea Orlando Ministry of Justice (Italy) Address: Via Arenula, 70, 00186 Roma RM, Italy Corte Suprema di Cassazione Ministero della giustizia via Arenula 70 - 00186 Roma telefono +39 - 06 68851 (centralino) [email protected] Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace Cardinal Peter K.A. Turkson, President, Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace Pontifical Biblical Institute Via della Pilotta 25 - 00187 Roma Gillian Findlay; Bob McKeown; Mark Kelley; Habiba Nosheen [email protected] https://www.facebook.com/thefifthestate/ [email protected] BATKAEVA NADEZHDA http://www.emcmos.ru/en/doctors/batkaeva-nadezhda Clinic of dermatology, venereology, allergology and immunology TELEPHONE: +7 (495) 933 66 55 EUROPEAN MEDICAL CENTER

Сertified trainer for the use of botulinum toxin type A (lantox) in cosmetology. Her thesis was devoted to the improvement of regulated diagnostics, treatment and prevention of serum resistance in syphilis. She is currently working on her doctorate, which deals with the problems of diagnosis and treatment of neurosyphilis. I have these VIDEOS ON LEPTOSPIROSIS posted on other Blogs. I am dying from this- terrified and need Urgent care! TRUDEAU KNOWS HOW ILL I AM AND SENTENCED ME VIA THE KING'S PREROGATIVE TO MY DEATH http://www.emcmos.ru/en/main MALAYSIA INFECTED ME WITH LEPTOSPIROSIS IN MY BED - THE DOCTORS REFUSED TO TREAT ME - I AM DYING

https://youtu.be/mRTyr_VYoSs

https://youtu.be/AYpTDYtbUEM

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https://youtu.be/pkBFnG4fSiQ

https://forwhomthebelltolls00.wordpress.com/2018/02/07/%D0%BF%D1%80%D0%B5%D0%B7%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BD%D1%82-%D1%80%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B8%D0%B9%D1%81%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%B9-%D1%84%D0%B5%D0%B4%D0%B5%D1%80%D0%B0%D1%86%D0%B8%D0%B8/

http://www.onlinenewspapers.com/russia.htm https://www.zelenograd.ru/ What you will note is that they are asking that I go to Singapore- another country. So Geography is not a Canadian MP strong suite. Or was another ploy to Delobertaely Misdirect me. Maldoande , The canadians do not recognise -Malaysia is NOT Singapore. Do Not Know That the Planet Venus - is well a Planet NOT A MIG. BUT THEY ACKNOWKLEDEGE I AM NOT CANADIAN ENOUGH AND I SHOULD DIE.

PUTIN IS PUTIN - TRUDEAU WANTS TO BE A PLENIPENARY LIKE PUTIN - BUT HE IS JUST ANOTHER WUSSY CANADIAN. OI- VEY! ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Xtoph De Caermichael <[email protected]> Date: Sat, May 13, 2017 at 5:17 PM Subject: Due to circumstances - I was sent this email To: [email protected] The situation is grim - and I am being asked to contact you - What do I require to send to you - to start this process thanks Cristoph Hello Cristoph, Many thanks for contacting Ms. Dabrusin with regard to your situation. Based on what you described, if your life is in danger, we strongly urge you to come back to Canada, or contact the Canadian Consulate in Singapore and follow their instructions. Please find the contact details of the Canadian Consulate at the following link: http://www.canadainternational.gc.ca/singapore-singapour/index.aspx?lang=eng ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Xtoph De Caermichael <[email protected]> Date: Sat, May 13, 2017 at 5:55 PM Subject: Re: Due to circumstances - I was sent this email To: [email protected], David Brule <[email protected]> This is an extreme unprecedented situation and I have no idea of what to do. I had written an extensive - document that took days to write as the condition is very bad. I am infected with a life threatening disease that has apparently no cure or treatment in Malaysia or anywhere? – I am becoming worse and I need to figure out what to do. I am in Malaysia. THE DANGEROUS PART – The details are required. This is where it gets into the reason I am contacting you. I went to stay in Port Dickson – Malaysia – a quiet beach town – for my last few weeks in Malaysia, I got really better – I was at a place called Coco – Bay. An acquaintance from the Shah Alam Condo arranged it all. When I got there – I was shocked by the condition of the place, very old – very little furniture and dilapidated, dirty – but Yusuf Djuly the man who organised it – said you will move out soon.

That was January 3 – 10 days later I was fighting for my life. And it has become much worse. I had bought my own bedding – and used it – and on January 12 th. . Washed it – and as it was not quite dry – I finally at 3am on the 13th. Took out the blanket provided for by a Mr. Goh – who was the caretaker. A man that I never met until February 12. That Blanket – (unknown to me) was infected with Bedbugs – Parasites and fungus – that had feasted on Rat feces and urine that was in the blanket. The details of the rat were not known for a few more weeks only that the blanket was filthy. Which I did not see until … The Rat – info changed everything – it went from gross to deadly. Unfortunately these details are necessary as no one knows about the Malaysian Plague and its deadly reality. I now have Viral Persistent Leptospirosis. No cure – no known treatment – I have over 200 pox – on my body – the fever – the itching- the disfiguring – my heart is now damaged – my nervous system is damaged – I am developing palsy – and the history of this disease is new – with everyone saying – you know people die from this - and as the illness worsen you develop meningitis – septicemia – lose your sight – and death. There is a list of material that gives you insight into the disease and expectations. On January 13th. I was asleep for maybe 30 minutes – and woke up screaming – I felt as if acid was poured all over my body. I ran to the shower and could see from the mirror – my head – face and body was exploding in a massive pussy rash. I had developed a fever and was stinging all over. It took a few hours to calm the reaction down – I took whatever meds I had - threw the blanket into a bucket – and watched in horror as the water turned CRIMSON and these large circular turds – or as I thought at the time blood clots – I was so grossed out – I thought at the time human Menses – The next few days were a blur – Illness – fever - the itching – the Pox – about 50 was immense and quite a selection of bites – I was so out of it – delirious – with fever – sweats that left the bed soaking – So far its damaged my heart - making travel back to Canada impossible - my plane ticket expired as I was so sick The day that I was too leave - I started hemorrhaging - told the bizarre Malaysian Doctor - who said just once - the history of this is very bad. The disease is now Viral Persistent Human Lectosporosis - from Rat Urine and feces. The condo owner - A Mr.Goh - I left the condo in march - due to the circumstances - as for reasons related to his alcoholism he threatened my life - ? Lots of details - however I left - and as I could not travel - and could not get help - took another condo rental 10 miles away - from this mr. goh . he had destroyed my life - and I was trying to recover - as the disease was now in the 3rd stages - and this mr,goh - was in a car park near where i am staying - when he saw me - he started screaming - Im going to kill you - and started to chase me. This was May 11th at 3pm - his screams alerted the parking security - ( again I have recorded all this to the MP) So - with the disease - being this dangerous - no Medical care as i am a foreigner - this is a small malaysian town - If I rest and take the many drugs I got -- as a last ditch attempt - to save my life - but with this man GOH stalking me - threatening my life so publicly - I had written it in detail for the MP - as I just do not have much strength at the moment - its a nightmare - come to strange country - get infected on purpose by a deadly disease - and then have to run for your life as the man that did this - A mr. Goh - has somehow decided he will murder me for? So this man - who I never knew - has caused me to lose my life. This disease is a Malaysian Plague - everyone that has seen me - and I tell them - say - You are going to die. all had relatives die from this - in hours - as i had emergency antibiotics on hand - that i took- while searching for local medical help - that was denied many times - as the drs here refused to help - even with drugs that i could have - in the end - the bacterial infection - became viral - and the drugs proved - ? They only seem to work - in the past 2 days from increased dosages - and Chinese herbs to boost the immune system. After 35 days of active poxing - it has stopped - after the past 48 hours - which may have nothing to do with the treatments? The doctor says he has no idea - what to give me - and just said take it all - at any dosage and see if you will recover - ? The pox fading away is not the issue - as this disease caused my heart to become damaged. The hemorrhage - is seen in my feet - but I did have a event in my head - so ? Like i said no care - Dangerous people - and infection. On Sat, May 13, 2017 at 5:21 PM, <[email protected]> wrote: Cristoph

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i feel neutrally tired about all of this. you know, i’m not angry or sad or stressed, i’m just kind of tired of this whole routine. it’s become glaringly obvious that this man is very very spoiled and ungrateful.

yesterday was a fine day. he took me to the farm to get a pumpkin like i asked. he bought me food and was overall really nice and in a good mood - he was focused on pei and the things he would do or need for his trip. i felt comfortable and relaxed despite not even having weed and not having much sleep.

this morning when we woke up, we had sex and i went about my morning - made a tea, had a smoke and he had a shower. he asked his mother for the survey plans for their cottage in pei so he knew what to prepare for when he wanted to build this garage (the whole 6 month master plan’s goal). she said she would have to look. this set off a chain reaction - he went to look for a crock pot the family owned but he had never used ad couldnt find it immediately, when his mother offered cookig advice he freaked out ad then when she asked him about a few set of chores he was supposed to do, he freaked out again.

at this point i had literally spoken no words from when we had sex. i was just passively floatig throughout the house, gathering my things just to be organized. i went to look at what he was actually making and he said something like “i’m going to drive you home after this i want to do my own thing and i dont want to be around you”. to be fair, he couldve said “people” - i’m ot entirely sure what i heard but it more likely sounded like you. i simply turned around, got my bag from downstairs, got my stuff from outside and walked home. i did not even reply or say goodbye - theres not even a point. like i would get either some argument about how he said he would drive me home or a grunt goodbye; both still equally rude replies.

but i was kind of proud of how i reacted very immediately and without hesistation. i didt think like ~what would he want or ~whats appropriate to do. i just did what i wanted to do which was leave. it wasnt like oh i think id like to sped the day alone, do you wat a ride home - it was just ‘fuck off’ without being ‘fuck off’. and i don’t deserve that.

on top of this, during sex he asked outright if anyone else has touched me. not like ~oh no one else ca touch you or ~would you let anyone touch you - just outright ‘have you let anyone’ and its not a light thing. its not joking. if i said yes it would hurt and we’d probably stop. but the parameters he stil puts forth is that he “cant” cheat. but what about me? and why am i used like this? i literally spoke _no words_.

its very unhealthy. and i dont believe its about me. i’m glad ive come so far in personal relationships that i am able to seperate myself from them and not take things personally.and like i do feel “used” but its not like this is the absolute worst part of it. he said to me, “you havent been around long enough - this is what i do, im excited about something until im not and then i drop everything and go to the next thing” -- as if i havet been witnessing this the entire time weve been together. its all one exciting thing to the next and nothig is ever what its hoped to be.

and hes very negative. which i guess is a bit ironic coming from me. but everything - everything sucks. and like to its greatest pit of whatever terrible thing it could have. you know - “king of the losers”. acknowledging that “i’m” okay but its really just being on top of a pile of shit.

its just.. its getting too hard to remain optimistic about a future with him. whatever my life is doesnt affect him nearly as much as his does me. my whole life is built around being available to him and i was okay with this becuse it was like “investing” in a future i wanted to have. or i do want to have. i want a partner. some “family”. but i just dont feel optimistic like this is going to lead to idyllic happiness. not the way he sees it. and why should i spend my time following such a volatile perso who is unable to commit to anything. i guess it was easy to walk away because i thought like - what if i was across the country? what if i coulnt just walk away from this rude person and i was _stuck_? i dont want that and i guess if i dont want that, i dont want him. i’m just... too scared to live with him. like i want to live with him. i reall really do but everything in my being says omg no. no no no no. anyone i told that this was a thing would tell me absolutely do not move across the country with this person. its not like.. dont change. dont live somewhere else. its that this particular person is very ... not the right person to do this with. maybe i need to be a ifferent person too. maybe i need to be a very strong indpendent individual who works super hard and hustles lots of cash an then its all just fun and games and wooo life. but i cannot be dependent on this person. they are not dependable in any way shape or form. they are a fucking prayer. and in order for me to make such huge changes in life i would be very dependent on this person. especially right now. maybe in two years ill be a better version of me but the me right now would need a lot of hand holding an encouragement to make such drastic life changes and decisions.

if it was plausible to just get a nice apartment in this city together - great. thank you. not even long term, lets just exist with each other before making giant life decisions. thats a marriage. with no commitment. i cant. i just cant.

and you know - i’m very sympathetic. i know exactly what it feels like. to have no fucking clue what you want, where to go, what to do, who to be friends with, who to have a relationship with - i get it. i’m really confused too. and this is such a shitty time - i dont know if other times have been more shitty but this seems like a pretty shitty time after society going through so many wars in the past 100 years that have grown more powerful under the advancements and like we, collectively, are different people from 50 years ago so what was “right” and “good” 50 years ago is not relevant to today and we are floating without guidance. how do we survive now? weve evolved to a different mental state and we dont know how to nourish this. its like falling into great advancements with no mental capacity to understand their affect on the social psyche.

theyre right. the colective “they” - your parents have little to do with your chances. their social standing and coping amongst evolution to bring them to such standing has a lot more to do with your chances but if along the line you figure out your way of coping in evolution then you may rise above or find your own level of “happiness” which is mostly fulfilling basic personal needs. but when evolution continually transitions through different ways to fulfill these basic needs or possibly gives you even more ways to do this, it becomes more difficult to realize how you will find your way to cope in evolution. milennials are realy seen as weak and a joke; like re-branded hippies but focused on mental health and emotions, “refusing” employment to ‘feel better’ in life when there was a time when people just took any job because the only way to cope within that evolution was to exhance your service for money or boarding itself. thats not the case anymore. society evolved in such a way that this generation is capable of fulfilling may basic personal needs sometimes by just existing; perhaps their parents pay for food and shelter and provide them with clothing well into their “adult” years. many older generations started working to SURVIVE at 12 - 14 years old. our generation worked because “thats what you do” or to save up for an iphone. most of our grandparents worked to buy bottles of milk or to help the family or for their own vehicle but why save for one when your parents let you drive theirs anyways?

and again - it’s not the parents fault. it’s now easy in society for parents to do this. a large majority of parents, nd the majority leads the collective society. could my parents? no. but a lot of people around me did have parents that did this and my parents cared for me in other ways. society allowed them to breed children who would become introspective because they were no longer in such dire straits for survival. and older generations are upset about this - dont you know they had to want to die regularly to survive? why shouldt we?

so as we gain this introspective into ourselves and “new” psychological ideas come up and vast people are “diagnosed”, it becomes harder to accept things which harm our psyche. so we get a big rise in racial inequality and gay rights and things which seem “liberal” but is simply termed this way because some people - maybe a large amount even, could not refuse employment and worked to survive even in this era. that was the generational hand down - exchange your service for money or starve. and theyre not “in the wrong”. other things affect how you build your coping tools - where you live, the climate of politics etc. maybe you realy just had to do that and there wasnt time to invest in this modern evolution of introspection. you dont have time to look within when youre starving on the outside. so this resentmet and bitterness builds between these two sides which may even exist in the same generation but neither of them is wrong. should one work to survive? probably. animals hunt most of their lives. we should probably work to survive. no one can just be handed food ad shelter forever unless you’re a very unique and special person in royalty. and 99.9% of us are not. but should we also kill our psyche? animals dont deal with smart phones and insurance rates and credit scores and bankruptcy. they just go out and take what they want and our society has evolved past this. so we cannot just assume you just work to survive when survival has been complicated. it takes a higher level of thinking which wemay not fully even comprehend at this stage in the evolution.

i think psychology is very important because we dont understand why people are people. we dont know. we know why the sky is blue but we dont know why we are people. and not just psychology but science and the belief of how our being, our physical being on this planet came to be. we collectively have not agreed despite the very obvious misgivings of current theological theories.

how or in what way should you survive on this planet? why are we required to exist as we are in this society upon birth. like all of these rules and obligations an responsibilities of being a “good human” are placed on you for the rest of your life and all you did was be born. all you want are basic needs fulfilled but you cant even do that until you acknowledge the land you were popped out on to does not belong to you so you abide by these rules now whether you want to or not. and thats just government and law but on this deeper spectrum its an obligation to be a ‘good child’ a ‘good citizen’ - pay your taxes, go to work, have children, buy a house; these are the quest objectives. but why? i think our generation is not the first to ask why but the first in a very long long time to ask why are we doing it this way. not so much why are we here. many of us have decided for ourselves. but why are we livingin society in this particular way and what can we do to survive in a society which is not designed to really benefit anyone. its not about that homeless man geting up and feeding himself, its about taking responsibility to feed that person. animals do a better job at this and we feel we’re in evolved thinking.

society has become very convoluted and confused which has bred confusion in its most recent generation. ive lived a very unique life and yet feel the same way abou these things as my peers because the “temperature” of the environment is the same. its hot, we all know its hot an we’re trying to figure out ways to deal whether its running through a sprinkler, going to a public pool or looking ridiculous in a kiddie pool on your front lawn. it’s gross, it’s not a good time, no one wants to do anything and we’re not feeling it. and this evolution is like climate change. there is absolutely still people capable of coping under this stress, farmers still work, lumberjack still cut wood but theyre fucking miserable and they do it because theyre used to feeling like they want to die to survive. but its getting hotter and its getting harder and even though they feel it the only thing they know is to keep working until they cant anymore then die crippled and miserable. being popped out inexperienced and then thrown into a change which even the experienced are struggling with creates a lot of unrest. a lot of anxious and depressed people.

what do we do? what should we do? you cant change society you can only follow the ebb and flow like flock of birds or schools of fish. this is how we cope as humans, to live as a society. and if society is in upheaval it directly affects the ability to easily obtain our basic needs.

i used to feel envious of stupid people. like atleast they didnt ~know this shit. because this felt depressing. like being stupi would be easier and id be happier but those who choose to remain ignorant or passive hurt a lot and they struggle through some of the barest traps society has created durig this shitty time and now i feel sorry for them. spinning your wheels over and over, dragging yourself through the mud, throwing away money, living extravagantly and ignorantly but going absolutely no where. not going up, down, side ways - no where. i’m there too. i’m right there too on the train stopped at the station waiting to fucking go and we’re here nd we’re buying shit from the dining car and we’re chatting and excited but we’re not goig and we’re not really sure why and we’re all talking about why we’re not going but we’re still not going but hey atleast hey still got cookies.

no one person is driving the train either. its like a group effort where everyone on the train has to believe youre moving forward for it to start but if one jack ass thinks youre not, then its a complete halt.

life is hard but i dont think alot of people realize exactly how hard it is. im trying to learn to appreciate the little things. people with greater minds who had better understanding and less luxuries of the era coped with appreciating little things. taking bike rides in the fall in the nice downtown streets; it’s been a highlight of the season. painting in a studio this week; sure it was not glamorous or anything but i actively went out and created art with others. my room is neat and clean and organized. i did laundry with ease on my own time for free.

i wasnt upset i “had to” walk home. i apreciated the fall weather & buzz of halloween approaching, time to think without screens of distraction, exersize and activity, the ability to buy cat food & cat litter. im not angry about it. i’m tired of being angry about a train im not really driving. if i can never truly conceptualize what i want because of society why keep trying. why cry over spilled milk.

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20,000 Leagues Under The Sea by Jules Verne

Student/Blogger: Henry M. Belga Jr. Adviser: Mrs. Joanna Jacinth Ferer II. About the author and book background Author Verne was born to bourgeois parents in the seaport of Nantes, where he was trained to follow in his father's footsteps as a lawyer, but quit the profession early in life to write for magazines and the stage. His collaboration with the publisher Pierre-Jules Hetzel led to the creation of the Voyages extraordinaires, a widely popular series of scrupulously researched adventure novels including Journey to the Center of the Earth (1864), Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (1870), and Around the World in Eighty Days (1873). Verne is generally considered a major literary author in France and most of Europe, where he has had a wide influence on the literary avant-garde and on surrealism. His reputation is markedly different in Anglophone regions, where he has often been labeled a writer of genre fiction or children's books, largely because of the highly abridged and altered translations in which his novels are often reprinted. Verne has been the second most-translated author in the world since 1979, ranking between Agatha Christie and William Shakespeare. He has sometimes been called the "Father of Science Fiction", a title that has also been given to H. G. Wells and Hugo Gernsback. (Wikepedia, 2017) Book Background The novel was originally serialized from March 1869 through June 1870 in Pierre-Jules Hetzel's periodical, the Magasin d'Éducation et de Récréation. The deluxe illustrated edition, published by Hetzel in November 1871, included 111 illustrations by Alphonse de Neuville and Édouard Riou. The book was highly acclaimed when released and still is now; it is regarded as one of the premiere adventure novels and one of Verne's greatest works, along with Around the World in Eighty Days and Journey to the Center of the Earth. The description of Nemo's ship, called the Nautilus, was considered ahead of its time, as it accurately describes features on submarines, which at the time were very primitive vessels. The title refers to the distance traveled while under the sea and not to a depth, as 20,000 leagues is over six times the diameter, and nearly twice the circumference of the Earth. The greatest depth mentioned in the book is four leagues. The book uses metric leagues, which are four kilometres each. A literal translation of the French title would end in the plural "seas", thus implying the "seven seas" through which the characters of the novel travel; however, the early English translations of the title used "sea", meaning the ocean in general. (Wikepedia, 2017) III. Summary The story starts in the year 1866, everyone in Europe and America is talking about a mysterious creature that has been attacking and sinking ships. The United States government assembles an expedition in New York City to find and destroy the monster, using the vessel called Abraham Lincoln. On board the ship are Pierre Aronnax (the main caharacter), a great scientist along with his servant, Conseil, and Ned Land the best harpooner. After weeks of searching, the ship finally encounters the beast. Abraham Lincoln is attacked by the beast. The three men find themselves on top of the mysterious creature, which they later realize it was a submarine vessel. They are quickly captured and brought inside the vessel, where they meet its creator and commander, Captain Nemo. He tells them they can stay on board the ship and enjoy freedom as long as they return to the cell if asked. They are never allowed to leave the vessel again. Ned Land didn’t agree with the captain, for he believes it doesn’t sounds like freedom at all. The Captain treats the men very well, especially Aronnax. They are given cloth and fed, they are also permitted to wander around the vessel at their leisure. The men spend their time observing sea life through observation windows. Aronnax studies and writes about everything he sees. Nemo then announces that he will be taking the three on a voyage through all the world's seas. They hunt in the underwater forests of Crespo Island and visit the site of two famous shipwrecks. There was a time when they set foot in an island, but they were interrupted and attacked by cannibals. One night, the men are asked to return to their cell. They are given sleeping pills and awake the next morning very confused. Nemo asks Aronnax to look at a crewman who has been severely injured. The man later dies and they bury him in an underground cemetery, where many other crewmen have been laid to rest. They travel through the Indian Ocean and visit a bed of pearls, where Nemo saves a pearl diver from a shark, and then he was saved by Ned. On their voyage they pass by the lost city of Atlantis. They reached the South Pole, but on their way back, the Nautilus becomes stuck in the ice. Everyone must take turns trying to break a hole in the ice so the vessel can get through. The ship almost runs out of its oxygen supply and the men grow tired and light headed. However, they escape just in time. Finally, while sailing north of England, Nemo himself was consume by revenge, he attacked an unknown ship. Aronnax is horrified when Nemo sinks this ship in order to get back at those people whom Nemo says took away his family and his country. Aronnax does not know to which nation the warship belongs, but he is horrified when Captain Nemo sinks it. The men decide they must escape at all costs. Lastly, the Nautilus drifts aimlessly until it encounters the Maelstrom. As the Nautilus is being pulled into this vortex, Aronnax, Ned, and Conseil manage to jump ship. They wake up in a cabin on a remote Norwegian island. There, Aronnax finishes recounting his wild and adventurous voyage. But he hardly answers all the questions in his mind. He still doesn't know Nemo's home country or general backstory or if he even survived the Maelstrom. IV. Lesson Learned This book was written in the year 1870, in which the submarines are not yet common to the people. Verne give us an overview about the submarine and how it works. In the story, we learned that we must observe a good interaction with others who works with us onboard to avoid misunderstanding and quarrel. And we have to be respectful of each other’s culture as well as of their age, gender, social status, and religion. Although this story is a science fiction, all the place are not just imaginary, the author also give us realistic places to venture around the world. The character in the story depicts the reality where everything is not easy, not all the times you will always live in a comfortable way, there is always a hindrance, a challenge that makes our self strong. V. Critique/Review I really like the story of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne. The book was a quite good example of a science fiction. The beginning was exciting, it interested me until the first long and detailed scientific description. It was a little bit boring at some parts and I really don’t understand some terms used sometimes, but with the help of the dictionary I manage to reveal those meaning. I loved reading about all the different underwater cultures that Nautilus encountered. The descriptions of underwater landscapes are beautiful and amazing, that I feel that I am with a voyage with them. The adventures of the main characters are written in a very detailed way. My favorite character here is Captain Nemo. I can compare him to a famous superhero today, Batman. Like Batman, Nemo boasts a unique moral compassion, but the course between justice and vengeance is not always an easy. Also like Batman, Nemo has encountered personal tragedy, hides his true identity and has a vast fortune in terms of money. Unlike Batman, however, Nemo is a legitimate menace to the world. He has advanced technology, the will to use it, and is powered by righteous anger. Certainly Nemo wreaks bloody vengeance against those who have angered him, but his passion for science, exploration and knowledge makes him mightier. He's a genius, an intellectual, a man with a strong body and mind. Nemo strikes back at the world that killed his loved ones by attacking the ships of those governments. These acts are murder, a wrong act but to Nemo who has lost everything, it is justice. Then, Nautilus was pulled in the vortex of the maelstrom and through, the final fate of Nemo and his extraordinary vessel are not revealed in this text. The ending left me wanting more. It is such a cliff hanger. VI. References Wikepedia(2017) Jules Verne Retrieved from https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jules_Verne at 9:00pm July 24, 2017 Wikepedia(2017) Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea Retrieved from https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twenty_Thousand_Leagues_Under_the_Sea at 9:00pm July 24, 2017

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