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imsodishy · 1 year
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Steve explaining the circumstances of that night at the Byers’ house to Robin
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meitantei-lavi · 2 years
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why hello there again darlings, it’s ya boi once again with another commissions post. 
so here’s the sitch: because rent in colorado is SO fucking expensive and i have bills and such to pay, i have about $800 to my name atm. while i’m looking to pick up some overtime at work and even doing some more drag shows in the near future, i’d like to make sure i’ll be able to eat and feed the cat. fortunately, my grandma is offering to fix my computer (YAY), so i’ll be able to do digital commissions once again. i’m hoping to get my computer battery fixed on or before August 26, so if you’d like to commission me for a digital piece, i’ll send you a traditional sketchy draft sometime before the 26th.
here’s some recycled info from one of my previous comms posts: 
here is my art tag, and here is my p*ypal. if you prefer v*nmo, please message me for my username.
pricing and rules:
prices will continue to depend on time and medium, but expect the base price for most pieces to be around $115. as always, i am willing to negotiate pricing so long as it’s reasonable
i will only start a piece after i have confirmed payment through p*ypal or v*nmo. please tell me the best email to use for invoicing and i will send you an invoice (through p*ypal) with the price we discuss
although they aren’t included in the examples above, i am also taking commissions for D&D miniatures. my goal is to buy a light box for photography so i can better advertise them. the base price for a standard 28mm mini is $50. if you’re interested, please message me for details
additional info:
stuff I’ll draw: Oc’s (references/descriptions please!) D&D characters (same as above!) Mild blood LGBTQ+ stuff Furry stuff
stuff I won’t draw: R-18 Gore/excessive violence Mechs (i have no patience for it) P*dophilia. Fuck off with that
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rpcburnbook · 2 months
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so… what’s come out of the Joyce/jelly/Diane sitch? // that Joyce and Hermes are absolutely toxic. Though I'd say Hermes is more toxic for outing the information she told him in private because she felt safe to tell him. But eh, either is sketchy from the shit slinging they did on tattler to each other.
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sitchurama · 3 years
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he may be taller than bender but he’s still a little guy too bad <3
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bamboobrat · 2 years
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succession s3 e8 recap: macaroni and memorial services 3/5
ok ok ok life lesson, guys: if someone makes this face when you are proposing to them, RUN!
poor willa. connor asks her to marry him simply because it will make they whole sitch less sketchy for journalists.
that being said, i'm not sure he is right???? like, even if they are married, once the press finds out how they met etc, won't that still be an issue?
then again, never underestimate american politics...
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meanwhile, the rest of the roy fam + co are freaking out about the swedish meatball and his tweets (that's ok, i can call him that, i'm scandi, it's a term of endearment)
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loving all the hats.
logan shows up to the party with marcia AND kerry because, as both roman and i have already mentioned, he doesn't give a flying fuck. no shame in this guy.
he does look cute in a hat though.
and give marcia some fucking lines, damnit!!!!!
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find something in your life that makes you as happy as watching logan rock up to a party with both his wife and his mistress makes caroline happy.
harriet walter, truly a legend.
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kendall asks his dad out for dinner and roman acts as if he is the only roy child allowed access to his father at the moment. i'm ready to see that whole thing crash and burn, honestly.
kendall is promptly escorted out of the party and glared at by colin - another reminder of the whole, vehicular manslaughter thing.
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caroline invites her daughter to her bachelorette party (she really should have said hen party, but ok...) only to tell her she was a shitty daughter.
love those touching family moments in this show.
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she also says she should never have had children, but dogs instead. when shiv responds that she could have, caroline goes "oh no, cuz logan might have kicked them."
she still did choose to have children, though...
caroline also says she thinks shiv made the right decision not having children. we all know where this is going.
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gerri looks hot and leaves the bachelorette party to have a stern talk with roman.
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roman says he's going to fuck laurie and then they also discuss gojo and mattson for a bit, but i wasn't really paying attention.
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and don't think i didn't notice one miss gerri kellman stopping in her tracks as roman says "fuck gerri".
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a-work-inprogress · 4 years
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There was this dream I had last night...
So Robyn progressively becomes more and more of a mother figure to a Yang as the season develops (there's a few similarities but they'll take a while to explain). Like they have cute little bonding sessions. Yang goes and rants about how awesome she is to Blake, who becomes irrationally jealous until she learns that Yang sees here as a maternal figure. Yang, becomes attached quickly because Robyn is supposedly the good guy here.
But what if Salem promised Robyn freedom and equality for the people of Mantle? What if Salem presented her services in a non-sketchy way? What if Robyn is genuinely, but unintentionally, doing the wrong thing for the right reasons?
Then there's this huge fight scene (reflecting the Bee's first fight with Robyn somehow?) And once again ends in a standoffish vibe. However, in terms of lighting, the shadowy side Robyn was on is larger now and she doesn't step out of them when talking.
This is the moment Robyn finds out the truth about Salem. Yang goes up to tell her the sitch, semblance activates, and Robyn recoils in shock. Disgusted at herself for doing the things she had been doing... all of which she associates with Yang for some reason/ Yang is too much involved in the memory. So Robyn leaves. To reflect, heal, self-criticise or whatever. The point is she leaves.
Yang is understandably heartbroken; questioning her self-worth once again. But this time is different. It doesn’t hurt as much. Blake’s there to hold her hand and be there for her in her time of need. Reflecting both Yang’s conversation with Weiss on the train and Blake’s promise.
I dunno, thought it could be an interesting fanfic/character analysis.
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shortkingsinc · 5 years
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so i am traveling out of state quite far and have pretty much no internet access but i will tell you that i did park myself in a sketchy lot on the side of the road in the middle of absolute nowhere in front of what looked like an abandoned gas station (pumps ripped out) to use their somehow working(?) free wifi just to load your fic updates and then i heard a loud bang coming from somewhere and decided to get out of here so basically im risking my life for your words and if thats not love idk
dhdhddhSHSHDHDHDHDH listen ok this is real-time footage of me whenever you message me:
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bc oh my goD
and also!! i did just post a new update for a new dawn so that’s fun anD i just started the next installment for the lena goes to therapy thing👀.... i’ve just been mad distracted cause the last few days have been kinda gross
absolutely bruTal about the whole internet sitch though🤧🤧wishing you the best😭😭
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apricotpopsicle · 5 years
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The Cassandra Project (Pt. 1)
Pairing- Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
Word Count- 3003
Warnings- violence, angst, swearing
Description- The Avengers find out what’s keeping them from doing their jobs. Bucky remembers an old friend.
masterlist || requests || ao3
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The quinjet was near silent on the way back to the compound. The heavy quiet weighed on Bucky as he stared out the window, the landscape of Hungary disappearing below. His mind was lost in the failed mission Natasha was piloting them away from.
Another mission where apparent bad intelligence led to failure. Failure to apprehend the people who caused him nothing but pain and suffering for the past 70 years of his life. And to put the cherry on top, he was tired as hell.
Needless to say, Bucky wasn’t in a great mood.
“Bucky?”
He bristled to attention when he felt Steve’s hand on his shoulder.
“What?” he spat out with much more force than intended. He winced a little, then mumbled out an apology.
Steve put his hands up in mock surrender.
“Sorry to startle you, pal. Just wanted to tell you we touch down in half an hour,” Steve took his seat next to Bucky, and began filling in paperwork.
Through dim blue light, Bucky could see he was filing a mission report. He let out a derisive snort.
“Problem, Buck?” Steve asked, glancing up from his paper.
“Not much use filling out a mission report,” he shrugged.
“Why do you say that?”
“Not much of a mission.”
Steve couldn’t argue with that. Silence settled back over the pair.
For the past few months, every mission the team had went on had failed.
No casualties and no injuries. The team was in as good a shape as they’d ever been. But every time they’d raided a HYDRA base, infiltrated a superpowered terrorist’s headquarters, or tried to do anything vaguely hero-like, they would find the place empty.
Giant warehouses, sketchy holes in the wall, and most recently, a villain worthy abandoned mansion in Hungary, completely and suspiciously abandoned.
The intelligence back channels Tony and FRIDAY monitored were extremely reliable until now, leading to successful operations, and ultimately, a safer world.
But this was a bigger issue than missing the bad guys by a few minutes. The Avengers weren’t called in for every run-of-the-mill crime, only the dangerous big picture missions. Discrepancies at this level meant big problems for the underground intelligence community.
A yawn ripped through Bucky as he pondered the situation, and he tiredly wiped at his eyes.
Steve raised an eyebrow and set down his paperwork.
“You been having trouble sleepin’ again?” Steve asked. His tone was conversational, but his eyes betrayed a look of deep worry for his best friend, a look that Bucky had been seeing more and more often lately.
“It’s nothin’ Steve.”
“Nightmares?”
“Drop it, Stevie,” Bucky grumbled irritatedly.
“Buck, you know I don’t like to pry, but your therapist said you should talk about this kinda-“
“I said it’s nothing!” he snapped for the second time that night.
Steve bristled at this, the crease between his eyebrows getting deeper. Steve let an uncomfortable silence fall before speaking again.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
Bucky raised his eye to the cockpit’s ceiling and sighed heavily.
“You don’t gotta apologize, Steve,” he said, “I shouldn’t have yelled. I guess I really am tired. I’ve been having…” he trailed off.
Steve sat and waited for him to answer. He had been reminded in the past few minutes it was better to let Bucky open up on his own time.
“They’re not exactly like my nightmares. They’re more… fragmented. Just little pieces of memories that I can’t quite reach.”
“I thought Shuri helped you get back all your memories,” Steve looked confused.
“So did I. Everything that mattered, at least. And I thought maybe they were just dreams. But this feels important.”
He didn’t tell Steve that the memories take place in his old cell at HYDRA. He didn’t tell him how, for some reason, they felt like almost happy memories. He didn’t tell him that even though he couldn’t sleep after these dreams, they were a welcome replacement for the mind numbing nightmares.
And he definitely didn’t tell Steve how lonely and cold he felt when he woke up from the memories.
But there was one detail he felt he had to share.
“Bucky? Is there something about these dreams you’re not telling me?”
Bucky looked up at Steve.
“Yeah. They started right after our missions started going bad.”
The cell was as dark and depressing as he remembered. He knew this dream would be one where he wasn’t in control, he was stuck watching the action play out in front of him.
The Soldier scanned his cell. A single bed in the center, a toilet off to the side. Gray cinder block, gray reinforced steel door, gray everything.
Almost everything.
“You’re back,” a voice croaked from the bed.
He watched himself walk over to the bed and kneel down, his hand reaching out to touch the one in front of him.
You winced and retracted your hand, drawing yourself further into your fetal position.
“What’s wrong?” The Soldier examined your face, slight panic in his eyes.
You shook your head at him.
“Had a session while you were out. Couldn’t do what they asked. I’ll be ok. Just a little sore,” you reassured him, “Come lay down, I’ll scoot over.”
His jaw clenched at the mention of your sessions. It drove him crazy how you always came back bruised and broken, but he didn’t comment on it. He could do that later, when it wouldn’t just upset you more.
“Are you ok?” you asked him, staring into his troubled eyes.
“Good as I’ve been in the past few weeks. When missions are over I get to see my best girl,” he murmured.
You smiled lightly.
“We should sleep. Why don’t you tell more about this best girl of your’s when we-”
“Wake up, Bucky,” Steve gently coaxed his friend awake.
Bucky’s eyes flew open, and he took note of his surroundings.
Quintjet. Not a tiny cell. And Steve. Not… Someone he couldn’t quite place. Who are you?
“We’re back home, pal. Figured you didn’t want to sleep here all night.” Steve planted a hand on his shoulder, and his face grew concerned again.
“You sure you’re ok?”
“Yeah. I just… nodded off for a bit,” Bucky shook his head clear.
Steve nodded, accepting the answer for the time being, and walked off the plane.
That was the most vivid dream he’d had yet, but it was already drifting from his mind, fragments of the memory drifting and distorting.
He shook his head again. No use trying to remember. He’d tried and failed every time with these dreams, and it only served to frustrate him to the point of sleeplessness.
The only thing Bucky wanted to do when he got out of the quintet was to crash in his bed and sleep for as long as he could manage, but Tony had other ideas.
“Hey, Barnes,” Tony called after Bucky, falling into step with him as they deplaned.
“What do you need, Tony?” Bucky brushed a hand over his face, stifling a yawn.
“Need you to come with me into the lab, Grandpa. Bruce and I need a little heart-to-heart.” He strode in front, leading the way.
Bucky had been staying at the Avenger’s Compound for about a year now. Out of all the important things he’d learned about living in the same building as Tony, it was that when he asked you to do something right after a mission, it was serious. Tony was normally the first person to crash after a mission, so Bucky chose to follow his request with no complaints.
The pleasantly lit hallways winded toward the center of the compound- a large, bustling lab filled with Tony’s suits and Bruce’s research equipment. But Bruce wasn’t doing his usual routine of research and writing- he was sitting awkwardly on a table, picking at his shirtsleeves and clearly waiting for Tony to arrive. Tony gave him a salutary nod, and reached in the mini fridge on the wall, pulling out a bag of grapes and popping a few in his mouth. He settled near Bruce before addressing Bucky again.
“So, here’s the sitch- we think HYDRA’s the reason we’ve been having shit luck with missions.”
Bucky stiffened at the mention of HYDRA.
“We’re exploring the possibilities,” Bruce huffed lightly at Tony’s abruptness.
“But we need a little bit of… guidance.”
“Guidance? If I could’ve helped you, I would have already,” Bucky crossed his arms in front of him.
“It’s just-“
“We think there’s something you’re not telling us, Man-Bun,” Tony interrupted, and threw some more grapes into his mouth.
Tony still didn’t trust Bucky. He respected him, he tolerated him, and he considered him an acquaintance, but he didn’t trust him. Bucky could tell, and the feeling was mostly mutual. But he resented being accused like this, so he chose to say nothing.
“I was talking to Grandpa Ice Pop on the Quinjet, and he said you’re remembering something.”
Bucky raised his eyebrow at that.
“Steve,” Bruce translated.
“I’m running a bit low on mocking nicknames. Anyways, we need you to tell us. We need to figure this issue out,” Tony said.
“There’s nothin’ to tell, Stark. It’s nothing important. Just dreams,” Bucky flexed his hand, trying to curb his irritation.
Bruce sighed and took off his glasses, squeezing the bridge of his nose in a nervous manner.
“Is there anything you’re remembering from your time inside,” he said hesitantly, “anything that would explain people always being one step ahead of us?”
“No, I’m sorry Bruce.”
Bucky turned to walk out the door, but couldn’t help one last jab at Tony
“Maybe next time instead of accusing me of withholding shit, Stark, you could take a look at that intel network of yours,” he remarked coldly.
“I trust our intelligence network,” Tony said, unperturbed.
“That same intelligence network that let HYDRA grow inside it for 70 years? Why the hell would you trust that,” Bucky spat out.
Tony rose up from his seat and set his grapes aside.
“Because it isn’t the same network. Because we ripped the diseased one to the ground. A cleansing fire in the forest, but this time we decide what grows,”
Tony let some anger slip out into his words as he came toe to toe with Bucky. They stared each other down for a moment, and then made a mutual unspoken decision to stand down. It was better for the team if they kept infighting as minimal as possible.
“Get some sleep, Tin Man. We’ll debrief in the morning.”
Bucky fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The Soldier found himself in the same dull gray cell, but this time an entirely different circumstance.
He was lying flat on the bed, and you were the one kneeling next to him.
He felt a stinging sensation in his right arm, and saw you stitching up a gash on his bicep.
“At least they’re letting me stitch you up,” you pulled the last bit of thread through his arm and tied it off.
“They’re the ones that gave me the cut in the first place,” he mumbled, not letting it show how much pain radiated through his arm and head.
You remained silent and packed away the needle in the little first aid kit you kept under the cot.
“Trying my best to look on the bright side here,” you huffed. He moved over to one side of the cot and you curled in next to him, putting your hand on his chest and throwing one leg over his lap.
“How do you do that?” The Soldier asked you gently.
“Do what?”
“Look on the bright side in this place? Not go crazy with all the shit they put you through.”
You paused, contemplating your answer.
“This place is a goddamned nightmare. But it gave me you,” you mumbled into his chest.
You both layed like that, wrapped up, when The Soldier made a decision.
“Can I give you something?”
You looked up into his eyes.
“Yeah, of course.”
He reached up to his neck and took off a chain, offering it to you.
“Dog tags?” you questioned.
“I think… I think they’re mine. I remember that man on the bridge calling me that name. Found them while I was being prepped for a mission. They saw me trying to take them, gave me that cut on my arm. But I got them.”
“Sergeant, huh?” you said, slipping the tags over your head and hiding them in your shirt.
“Before… all of this, I think.”
“I like that. Sergeant-“
“Sergeant Barnes?”
Bucky sat up straight in bed, breathing heavily.
“Sergeant Barnes?” FRIDAY’s lilting accent conveyed as much concern as a robot could.
“Don’t worry about it. What’s up, FRIDAY?”
“Your presence is required immediately in Dr. Banner’s Labratory.”
“So you tracked down our security issue?” Tony asked nonchalantly, popping a blueberry into his mouth. As nonchalant as he could manage, anyhow. His normally unbothered demeanor had an edge to it.
“Not… exactly,” Bruce stated, running his hands through salt-and-pepper hair.
His eyes rushed over the screens around him, and he began dragging video feeds together, matching with coordinates and time stamps, a complicated technical dance that only he knew the steps to.
“Not exactly? What the hell, Banner? I’m finally getting some goddamn sleep, and you drag the whole team outta bed at 3 am for ‘not exactly’?” Bucky barked from his perch on a table.
Steve elbowed him in the side, urging him to do something other than snap at their friend. Bruce had been tracking leads within accessible camera feeds and info files for weeks, and any breakthrough was worth hearing about.
“Why don’t you go grab some coffee, Buck? We’ll fill you in when you get back,” Steve nodded towards the door.
Bucky gave him a stony look, but Steve wouldn’t budge. He pushed away from the table and tromped through the lab’s glass doors.
Steve refocused on Bruce once Bucky was out of his eye line.
“So what do we have, Bruce?”
“The problem isn’t exactly what we thought it was. Look at this cam footage from just outside of Budapest this morning,” Bruce swiped his hand and instantly a grainy video projected itself around the room.
A nondescript black sedan weaved silently through the dark streets, and parked in front of a huge set of gates. As soon as the car parked in front of the house, what seemed to be men dressed in head-to-toe black filed in, and the car pulled off. In a few seconds, another black sedan pulled up, and more men filed in, and another car, and another, and a few more, until the Mansion was empty.
“Look at the time stamp.”
Another swipe of his hand.
“An hour before we touched down,” Natasha murmured.
Bruce nodded.
“Exactly. The place wasn’t empty, and it wasn’t bad intel. Someone tipped them off.”
A shaky glance was passed between the group. The Avengers had been especially weary of double agents and liars in their ranks after SHIELD fell. The screening process for agents was so intensive, it was nearly impossible for anyone untrustworthy to get in.
Tony tilted his head to the side and leaned closer into the video, paying closer attention to the last car to leave the site.
“Wait, hold on, FRIDAY. Roll the feed back ten seconds… yeah, stop right there. Now run facial recognition on the two visible faces.”
The two faces visible were vastly different. A man with a scarred, brutish face dragged a young woman towards the car. Her lip was swollen, her eye was bruised and blackened, and she seemed to be wearing a makeshift sling.
FRIDAY first focused on the man in the photo, his face enlarging, and a digital file appeared next to him, along with a mugshot.
A look of recognition passed over Steve’s face.
“That’s Elias Bronner. He worked as Rumlow’s right hand man on the SHIELD Strike Team,” he said, “I thought he died when the Helicarriers crashed into the Potomac.”
“So it’s him then,” Tony said.
Steve shook his head, unsatisfied with that explanation.
“Bronner was a glorified errand boy, and even stupider than he looked, if that’s possible. He can’t have infiltrated our intelligence.”
“That’s the thing. I don’t think it’s Bronner,” Bruce interjected.
Another swipe of his hand, and FRIDAY enlarged the other face.
“What, the girl? She looks half-dead,” Tony remarked.
“Dr. Banner,” Friday’s inanimate voice filled the room, “We have something in the Triskelion archives matching her identity. Would you like me to pull it up?”
He readily agreed, and a picture of the girl, younger, and less bloodied, appeared next to a slew of information.
“I recognize those files,” Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, “Wanda and Pietro tipped us off on some rumors they heard while they were in experimentation. It was just whispers, but we looked into these.”
“Whispers?” Tony perked up.
“A pet project from the guy who turned those two into the Wonder Twins. Called it The Cassandra Project. Used injections and torture to give her visions and psychic powers.”
“And it worked?” Steve asked.
“It must have. The files were too corrupted to sift through. I figured it was just a red herring. Just a ghost story to keep anyone who found them on the wrong path,” Natasha said, staring at the photo of the girl.
“The twins called her-“
The sound of ceramic shattering startled the group into turning towards the door. Bucky had re-entered, but now stood completely still amongst the broken remains of his coffee mug, staring at the picture in front of him.
All was silent as Bucky moved towards the blue tinged holographic image, raising his hand towards it, almost as if to touch the girl in the image.
“Prophet,” he breathed out shakily.
“They called her Prophet.”
tagging some people! @quirkysilver @dorned @quirkyfics @bitsandbobsandstuff
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snapedefender · 6 years
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You know Mulciber and Avery were both Death Eaters, right? As in, named as a part of Voldemort's current circle, in the present? If Snape was hanging out with them, then he was hanging out with Death Eaters. Lily wasn't wrong. Them getting the actual mark a year or so after she accused them doesn't somehow make her wrong, not about their intentions.
i mean yah they were death eaters. i won’t deny that. but you literally just said “well they weren’t marked as death eaters but lily was still right about them” to me you know?
here’s the sitch my man. we don’t know when mulciber or avery got marked. they may have been thinking about joining the death eaters before they were (their actions toward mary suggest so) but we have very little information on them. we have no idea if they were enthusiastic supporters or they hid their support or what. more to the point - they’re kids. dumb kids who have very likely been raised by their parents to support voldemort. (am i imagining avery sr was a death eater….??? i might be.) they’re stupid and they’re making bad choices. being stupid and making bad choices doesn’t make you a death eater - being a dick to people you don’t like for bad reasons doesn’t make you a death eater either. (otherwise uh…. sirius would be a death eater lmao.) joining the organization does. making a choice to be a part of it does. 
lily tells snape that mulciber and avery are death eaters when they’re not. not yet. they may support the ideology, they may think they want to be death eaters, but taking the mark is what makes them part of the gang. being a dick - even a gross prejudiced dick - to students doesn’t. draco malfoy, for example, isn’t a death eater until he joins the organization for real - does actual work for voldemort, takes his mark. 
so considering how unlikely it is that voldemort would recruit students... avery and mulciber probably weren’t death eaters yet. which was my entire point. the fact that they become death eaters later doesn’t change that. (to spin it: james and co probably very much agreed with the order and wanted to join it when they’re older, but no one would actually say that they’re members of the order of the phoenix until they joined it officially, yeah?) 
but let’s set that aside. let’s say that mulciber and avery are already death eaters. lily accuses snape of “hanging around” with them.... but they’re his housemates. we have zero indication beyond that comment of how close they are. are they “hanging around” like harry hangs around with ron? or how he hangs around with, say, dean or seamus? 
theyre his HOUSEMATES. he.... can’t avoid them?? if they’re death eaters, he still can’t avoid them all the time??? we see zero indication that snape is close to avery or mulciber as an adult, we don’t ever see them together beyond lily’s comment (and lily proves to us in like.... that very conversation that she doesn’t know everything about snape’s school life??? she’s not an unbiased objective source on snape’s school like???). we simply don’t know if they were close or if snape was hanging out with them bc he wanted to, but fandom is real, real quick to jump on the “snape hung out with death eaters” train even tho there’s zero canon evidence of that beyond him just.... being sorted into slytherin and lily’s sole comment that can’t be proved or disproved with actual scenes. and there’s plenty to infer that snape was extremely isolated at hogwarts. 
i mean dude, yeah they become death eaters and yeah snape has apparently been in their company before. lily’s comment is still sketchy as hell - she’s making a LOT of assumptions and since we never see them backed up in canon, we can’t know how right or wrong she is. 
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mermaidsirennikita · 7 years
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The type of historical romance bodice ripper you prefer says so much about who you are as a person tbh
Are you into Regency romances where the Rogue (with a possible secret identity) has snarky class warfare with the virginal All Grown Up little sister of his dead best friend OR ALTERNATIVELY the sophisticated experienced widow woman whose passions he’s just beginning to reawaken?
Do you like the Scottish Highlander romances which since the 80s have all been blatant Outlander ripoffs, in which  Haughty Englishwoman is taken by a Highlander as his captive ONLY TO FIND THAT THEY DON’T WEAR ANYTHING UNDER THEIR KILTS?(??????)
Do you prefer the Pirate stories in which a Swashbuckling captain with a Dark Past that led him into pirating (that doesn’t involve him actually doing anything super bad tbh) stealing away a young woman who is revealed to be a Dead Famous Pirate’s daughter (she scorns pirates, but gradually comes to love their manly ways and makes friends with the rest of the crew)?
Or are you the type who goes for the Viking Warrior romances, in which a proud Celtic/Frankish/Enter Your Nationality Here warrior princess type is taken by a Viking Warrior in what is honestly usually a pretty sketchy sitch consent-wise but the sex is consensual bc even tho she’s a frigid virgin she’s ready to learn the ways of love and kick his ass at the same time?
Other types include the Super Racist Native American Caricature Meets Prairie Woman Who Gets To Know Her Natural Self, the Western Outlaw Who’s Accidentally Forced To Marry The Rancher’s Daughter, and occasionally That Super Uncomfortable Civil War Romance That They’ve Gradually Been Phasing Out.
What do you prefer????
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drkinmemories · 7 years
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Callout Post
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i can’t believe i’m doing this but, here we go
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so long story short, this one person by the username @/zoethecrocpot joined a groupchat i was in and as this person is very close to turning 18, we consider this rather sketchy, this is just a warning to any minors who come across this person
((sh///ota//con / lo///lico//n mentions below the cut))
okay here’s the sitch
so we both joined this groupchat, and there’s a lot of minors in this chat.  something this person would tend to do was flirt.  a lot.  excessively.  with the minors.  they were the first to say “i wanna touch chiaki’s boobs” or “i want to fuck chiaki” or turn any situation that was pg sexual.  the language they used made a lot of others uncomfortable, but to be polite none of us had shown it.  below are some conversations that they had with me after they had told me that they were a lolicon/shotacon
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I was the hiyoko, they were the chara.  I went along with it because i knew something was up and i wanted to get down to the bottom of it.  below are some more messages exchanged between us after we established this, I was still playing along.
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yeah basically after i told them that my thighs were nice they reveal that they had a mommy kink.  creepy imo.  but that’s not all.  the mod kicked them out of the chat and this is some of the screenshots of the conversation that followed.
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and so they claim that pedophilia is a mental illness.  a huge problem in its own league.  i don’t find relevance in the ableism comment.  they have talked about getting with little children from their canon in front of other people.  i don’t think it takes a mental illness to not realize that that type of thing is a very touchy subject.  of course i could be wrong, i do not personally know this person.  but it is absolutely no excuse to pin the blame on the mods who are looking out for the greater good of their chat.  pulling the ableism card isn’t a way out of this.
then they created a discord chat of their own to spite being banned from this one.  me and one other person joined, and this is a snippet of the conversation they had.
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(this person, a minor, was playing along just like i did, but the last comment about not being a pedo was faked.)  so let’s reevaluate what evidence we’ve collected so far: they use shotacon/lolicon to cope with their past childhood abuse.  “they called me a pedophile even though i’m a CSA survivor”.  this person just said they use lolicon/shotacon to cope with their abuse, so technically both can apply.  studies have shown that “... about one-third of people who are abused in childhood will become abusers themselves”  (source).  so technically speaking, it is possible to be both be a child offender and be abused as a child.  their excuse isn’t valid, they’re denying the problem.  not a good situation to be in.
tl;dr: this user is into lolicon n shotacon and flirts with minors but plays the victim whenever accused.  @ any minors who interact with this person: please be careful
i don’t like doing this but i thought it was necessary
-Mod Naegi (Hiyoko shift)
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voidfort-has-moved · 7 years
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the whole PWR BTTM sitch is kinda like. sketchy. i feel like if they actually did it they’d try to sweep it under the rug but they’re actively talking about and trying to reach out to victims/survivors?????? ben hopkins even apologized for that joke photo of them from SIX YEARS AGO.
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sitchurama · 3 years
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🍟🤖🏳️‍🌈 HAPPY PRIDE FRENDER FRIENDS!
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zuffi · 3 years
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Dear diary, today my dad made my brother and me load up a solid iron hitching post into his sketchy little truck, and he didn't even strap it, so it slid out in the middle of an intersection, and we boys had to chase down the sitch and pick it up again. Rip back health. Rip mental stability
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bangtangalicious · 3 years
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Okay, I am finally in your ask box after a bit. I'm sorry I couldn't send an ask about how I got to the conclusion that the kingpin is Yoongi before the reveal, but I'll put it in here anyways🤷🏻‍♀️
Since we realized that we had to figure out the kingpin,, i reread all the posted chapters. While I was reading the first chapter, all we knew was that Jimin was beating up JK, Joon and Jin were fighting each other, Hobi was at the bar, and Tae disappeared off to somewhere. Yoongles was the only one not present, so that's the first clue at least for me. As we know, we have Jimin, Hobi, Namjoon, and the OC working at the label,,, knowing how the work dynamics work, it emphasized the idea that Yoongi was the kingpin. Tae's little stunt with the videotaping and texting during the party made me instantly think he wasn't really on Jimin's side because of the "accident". Yoongi branding the OC didn't really help me think that he wasn't the kingpin either tbh, so there was that too. Also, him living in the same sketchy apartments even though he legitimately has so much money because of his job and the OC's apartment getting trashed,, a little sussy.
I won't lie, for a bit i considered Hobi because of the kidnapping incident,,, which we obviously found out is the workings of a sadist Jin😳 I actually also thought Jin might be the kingpin too, there was just something about voyer Jin that made me wonder, but then he got captured by Yoongi and I said,, nope😂
Anyways, I loved the latest update and I can't believe we have so much shit going down with this chaotic dynamic. Much love💜💜💜
I LOVE THIS AHHHHH THANK YOU omg reading this is making me smile so fucking much ❤️❤️😭
I was so worried the hints were going unnoticed but bestie you are def on the right track. yoongi did trash OCs apt and he did manipulate her living sitch (more on that soon too!) after he threatened jin he needed her to come to him and be under his watch (he delivers her to jin, shows jin that if he wanted he could have killed her. not that he would have). he also wanted to make her dependent and show how he can take care of her. (my mans scary but he’s still a simp)
now we know who the kingpin is, but the game doesn’t stop there! there’s about to be many more twists to come 😉 esp now that we have this jimin vs yoongi gang war / love triangle that is actually an octagon dynamic. oh yeah, and sadist jin
for taehyung, yes he was def always playing jimin BUT...he lies a LOT (not just to reader) so there’s that.
someone’s always in charge, on top, in the spotlight, but people are always tryna bring them down. trust no one ;)
I really appreciate you sending this to me like seriously, knowing you enjoyed it enough to think it through 🥺 just motivates me to give you the best story I can :) 💕💕
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sandwichbully · 6 years
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It’s a two-fer!
Sikora’s Polish Market & Deli, 8 September 2018
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  I’m biking around Nordeast on Saturday, not looking for anything in particular, I’ve been on mostly all the trails in town, now I’m just urban exploring (read: holding up traffic).   Now, let’s back up a bit, a bit of story time.   See, back in the day, Daddy Charlie went to a bar called Mayslack’s. He knows this must have happened. The problem is that he can’t fucking remember if he was ever actually there. Did it happen? Did he go there? He must have. This was when he was dating Angie Doom, she would have totally taken him to Mayslacks because it would have given her a chance to do two things she loved: Pretending to like country music and making fun of people who like country music. So he knows he had to have been there but the memory is just a blur. (Daddy Charlie was a drinker, to paraphrase Heath Ledger’s Joker.)   Mayslack’s is also famous for their garlic roast beef, so I figured that I was in the neighborhood, may as well pop in, finally form a Mayslack’s memory, and get some Sandwich Bully fodder out of it.   I walked in, took off my messenger bag, hung it on the bar stool, sat on the stool, saw the sign behind the bar that said “$20 MINIMUM FOR DEBIT AND CREDIT”, got off the stool, picked up my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and walked back out. Wasn’t even in there long enough for the bartender to know I existed.   (Also, looking at that menu online, the sandwich is $12.95, which is, uh, no.)   So, luckily, I find myself at Sikora’s, where the sign in the window says “POLISH DOG $4″ and I say yes to that. I go inside and I have to look around for the - Where - Do I go to the counter or - What? Where - It’s back in the corner, a total self-serve sitch.   There are two buns in the plastic bag - you know, the plastic bag that buns come in - in the bread box, some sketchy looking slaw (but it’s vinegar based instead of mayo based so I might live), and then there’s a steam tank inside of which are four kielbasas that look like what happens when an old man dies at the Russian bath and nobody notices until closing time. These things are wrinkly as fuck in some murky goddamned water.   However, I have dared to eat the 12:30 AM gas station hotdog more times than a suitable number for that occurrence exists. I may live.   So, seeing as how this is being served up family picnic style, I take one of the two buns (remember that) and dress it with slaw and mustard from a yellow bottle that aside from the homemade label SPICY is nondescript, and reach into the tank to grab the least wrinkliest of the four dogs.   Yeah, there were two buns and four dogs. Who put this together? Who thought they were going to sell more unbunned than bunned dogs? It just - I mean - You can see where my brain is falling to pieces with this, right?   Fuck it, I’ve got my least wrinkly sausage at the deli which is like saying I’ve got my most fuckable sheep at the petting zoo: I’m not sure about this and I think something bad will happen to me but I’m going through with it. So, fuck it, I’ve got my least wrinkly sausage and I take it up to the register and the gal at the register rings me up and I break out my debit card and she sucks her teeth, “Ooh, we actually have a five dollar minimum.”   YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THAT’S NOT HOW SOCIETY WORKS! YOU CAN’T MAKE YOUR MINIMUM HIGHER THAN YOUR SPECIAL! IN WHAT UNIVERSE DO YOU THINK THAT’S OK! WHY WOULD YOU - WHAT THE - I MEAN COME ON!!!   ... is what I wanted to say but instead I just bought a juice.   I took it to the counter and the gal said, “That’s a good choice.”   I tell her, “I just bought it because the guy on the label was smiling at me.” Which was the truth. I had no idea what the fuck it was until after I bought it and read the label: ORANGE & APPLE & LEMON JUICE.   I take a seat outside, the only seating provided and I bite into my dog and...
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  This was the blandest dog I’ve... Well, that’s a bit hyperbolic but, Jesus, where was the salt? the fat? the garlic? It was totally uninspiring.   The bun was thicc and fluffy without being airy, the mustard was spicy, the coleslaw provided no crunch or sweetness or tang. Kind of bummed but I lost only four beans.
The Cardinal, 10 September 2018
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  Voted or picked or elected or named or something “BEST FOOD FOR LIGHT RAIL RIDERS” by Minneapolis - St. Paul Magazine (yes, that is a publication) in twenty twelve, I was always curious to check out the Cardinal and I figured I would go there today for lunch while out riding around south Minneapolis. I mean, I don’t read MSP Mag, it’s just the banner they have hanging on the front of the building. In twenty eighteen. OK.   So I pop in, they’ve got Game Show Network on TV and Hamm’s on tap. Guy behind the counter asks what he can get me, I tell him I’m in for a bite of lunch. He starts listing off the specials as he grabs me a menu - starting with goulash because who doesn’t want goulash when it’s eighty fucking degrees out? - and I look in the menu while he’s still rattling things off and I see “Cheeseburger $6.95″ and you aint got to tell me nothing else, hoss. A $6.95 cheeseburger? In Minneapolis?   This is the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the eight dollar cheeseburgers flow. You’re undercutting every other burger stand in town?   Let’s fucking do this.   And I’ll take a fucking Hamm’s because Hamm’s.   I had my choice of grilled or raw onions. I chose grilled and I’ll tell you they were absolutely the ronin of this Japanese epic poem - Well, no, wait. Did the Japanese do epic poetry? I know the Romans and the Greeks did but what about - Because, see, even haiku are just about nature and shit. (Speaking of, I saw so many hummingbirds today. That was cool.) But those are short. Did they do epic, like, narrative poetry?   OK, so, new analogy.   The grilled onions were the true murderer whose mask is removed to reveal a severe facial disfigurement in this borderline softcore pornographic blood-soaked giallo, adding sweetness to an otherwise bog-standard cheeseburger.   The other characters included female witness frantically trying to convince the police to listen to her played by the annatto and sodium heavy American cheese; the boorish but dashing swimsuit photographer on assignment from London who sees something “telling” in the background of his photos played by the beef patty, and the police detective that is holding onto everybody’s passports until this nonsense is sorted out played by the top bun and his partner who might be too close to the murderer himself because of his wife’s work at the asylum played by the bottom bun.   Sorry, haven’t made one of my pop culture analogies lately and I like doing that so I went overboard. You don’t like it? Fuck off to a different sandwich blog.   Anyway, reflecting on the sandwich later on my bike ride, I knew what was off about it: They don’t season their meat. Or at least it didn’t taste like it, which is why I needed to pull in support players like the Simmons girl, the one they found in the park, she was here from America played by salt and Nannette, the French model, here with the photographer fellow who the police are looking at as the prime suspect played by pepper. It would have helped if they seasoned their meat a little more generously.   Oh, and also there was the female witness’s murdered-in-the-third-act prankster and scene-girl roommate played by catsup and the sleazy night club owner who winds up dead in the second act by knife in the back but the police call it mysterious causes played by mustard.   OK, I’m done.   It wasn’t a bad burger, it wasn’t a burger that made me want to shout to the heavens, either. I’ve had better burgers *cough* much better burgers *cough* but considering that the only other restaurant options right on the Blue Line are the McDonald’s four blocks south and across the street and there’s not even a LRT stop there and then the Burger King another five blocks south and across the street but with a stop a block north, the Cardinal, for being on a LRT stop, for being on the same side of the street as the tracks, and for not being a McD’s or BK, yes, by default, is the best food for Light Rail Riders. And it’s cheap, too. Not compared to the BK dollar menu which I think they call a value menu because - actually I don’t know why they do that.   I got out of the Cardinal with a cheeseburger and a beer for ten bucks before tip. Go give them your money.
  Wait, no. Don’t do that. Don’t give them your ten dollars.   Give me your ten dollars.   I wrote a book. It’s about fried chicken sandwiches.   At times.   Mostly it’s about porn.   And drugs.   And murder.   Buy it here: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/batpussy-charlie-pauken/1129374780?ean=9781538094839
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