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ao3gobi17 · 4 months

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Hi I have two questions - What would you have done differently if you’d written AWOW? And if Custody was set in Pandora what would that look like? 🥰

I really loved AWOW and any changes I'd make would be dependant on whether I knew what was coming up in Avatar 3 and beyond.

A couple of things that come to mind are:

1. I don't think it's super clear why Ardmore still has the recoms chasing after Jake after Jake gives up the fight and runs away. If they think he's still leader of the Omatikaya and is just recruiting the Metkayina/drumming up support from other clans I would have made that a little more obvious.

2. It seems like Neytiri giving Spider the scar is meant to parallel Jake giving up leadership earlier in the movie, but I'm not clear on what that parallel is.. presumably its the son for a son thought from Jake later since Spider has never been a leader? I would have either changed the earlier scene or made this more obvious.

3. I think they did a good job with so many characters in the climatic sequences, but there was a lil bit 'one gets captured then freed then another captured and freed, people are split into twos and threes then split into different twos and threes', esp with the kids... I mean I loved it, I'm glad it was a long sequence, but I reckon it needed tightened up, with the Metkayina being a little more visible.

4. This is less for plot reasons and more for selfish reasons but I would have liked one more (short even) Q and Spider scene. Especially during the Seadragon period because they'd got super comfortable with eachother, Spider is now 'betrayed' and upset as Q is decimating these villages and it would have been good for him to have had a bit more animosity towards the Seadragon crew and esp after he sees that they hunt the Tulkun for just the Amrita.

5. I would have had Lo'ak and the other kids name check Spider during the Metkayina sequences - when Jake references him to Kiri when she's upset, it feels like a very barren single reference, like they only just remembered him.

6. I would have only had the one recom die when Neytiri and Jake (and Neteyam) ambush Q to save the kids. I understand that it helped establish Neteyam and it would be weird for Jake to not get a successful kill, but I'd have preferred if after Neytiri's first shot there's just a lot of diving for cover etc like the recoms are actually pretty worth opponents? Would help with the shock impact later of Neytiri's rampage.

7. I probably would have given Payakan a voice... like a telepathy type thing... maybe not using a lot of words and maybe only for Lo'ak but I wanted to get a 'human' vibe from him.

8. I would have de-Americanised Spider and Lo'ak a bit and I would have had Q do the haircut and get clothes on Spider.. It would be good for showing time passing and esp if Spider is slowly reverting back to his original form without Q stopping him, while Q himself is getting more Na'vi.

The Custody question is tricky, because I deliberately went modern AU to avoid Pandora! You could have a scenario where Q appears to have killed Paz but I imagine he'd be court marshalled and sent back to earth or else he'd be 'forgiven' to continue work as normal. Q and the RDA are the main authorities on the human side, so it's less likely we'd see the combo of him stitched him up by someone internally and also remain in his post.

So I guesss... I'd have him captured by the Na'vi? Spider doesn't visit him because of the whole war criminal thing. Jake and co are keeping him alive for intel. Q is still demanding to see Spider that way. He could be recom!Q or regular!Q - and then his team probably rescue him and grab Spider same time?? Or maybe they rescue him and try to find Spider but grab a Sully kid instead and that plays out like the Leo thing but with the comms. I'm not sure the Paz thing would be much of a murder mystery though, so aside from Q attempting to bond with a reluctant Spider, it would prob diverge a lot from the original plot! <3

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philosetumble · 11 months

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Can You Not Hear It?

The future within our grasp? That ACHING, CLAWING NEED for us to just REACH OUT and take the reins.

That future whereby public consciousness exceeds our individual knowledge, and we become so deeply driven by eachother. Knowing that if one of us can, then all of us can.

The desire to truly, once and for all take care of eachother. We all just want to make it in this world, and we're so close to a point where we can drag eachother into the future.

The advances we've made in the last century alone have been nothing short of magical. Thinking up new ways to solve our health, increasing our lifespans by decades. We are on the cusp of infinite energy. We're just short of fully cybernetic limbs, and soon regrowable body parts.

The backsliding anti-progressives cannot hold on for much longer, they don't have the power to resist that overbearing monstrosity that is tearing away our backs lest we forget to run.

That monster that tells us there's no way back. Progress slides ever onwards, it's as ever as it has been. We no longer need the hysterics about it, the future is in our grasp, we need but seize it.

We are so connected in thought, feeling, love, acceptance and popular dissuasion.

OOOH CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT?! I know you! As you know me! We have never met, we will never meet, but I KNOW you.

Do you not see that far off sliver of an edge where a beautiful future waits for us. Look at how close it is, WE CAN SEE IT.

Humanity's expansion is one of harmony, don't you see? We want to be the benevolent progenitors so badly. Look at how often we write about it. The people before us looked like us, they were better than we are. All across science fiction, fantasy. THE STORIES WE TELL. We write about aliens coming by and gifting us great ancestral knowledge, because we know that we'd do that if we had that power. We instinctively try to raise up others.

Don't you feel that gnawing need to just HELP EACHOTHER?! Cut out the things that are terrible, let them fall away. You just need to understand we exist in as much space as we can take. Our bubbles end where another begins, and we test eachother's boundaries.

We learn those boundaries so we know what to do when those boundaries break. And we push eachother forward. Get back up, dust off your knees, there's work to do, but we don't have to die for it. We have to live for it.

CAN YOU NOT.

FEEEEEEL IT?!

The future begs for us.

Do you ever wonder if some of our drastic brain disorders are simply unable to process our advances, or some so well equipped for a future not arriving fast enough? Once you live long enough, our brains maybe, just can't process our progress. What if we knew it was coming because it no longer felt like magic.

Every ounce of science fiction was always about what we could be. Telling us what to avoid and what to take with us. Our lessons, successes, failures, and noble truths.

Telling us that the smallest virus can take out so much of us, the most advanced civilization we've ever known. Telling us that if we go too far into the future, we'll look at those behind as monsters.

But we can slow down a little. Time happens anyway. Neither it, nor us, can be stopped. Settle things in a true court of public opinion, make better the lives of those before us, so they can rest knowing that we'll be able take us to the next checkpoint.

We save ourselves by saving eachother. CAN YOU NOT FEEL THAT FUTURE?!

Scientists ready to go, you know, whenever.

can you not hear the echoes of a million stories telling us to GO. Find us, find you, in the future, as you were so will you be!

That city in the clouds we ALWAYS dream of, utopias of perfect community with our planet, the best of us stopping the worst before the worst happens.

Someone will always say NO before the worst, because we've made the big mistake 520 times. And we let it happen, because we just HAD to know, we just couldn't resist the urge to watch how quickly we could decimate our population.

We're the greatest monsters of this planet, and we knew it all along. But we are also it's greatest help, or we can be, if we just give in to that beast egging us forward.

CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT, OUR MINDS BECOMING ONE

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lavender-romancer · 2 years

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Tired of Me

Part Five

Tommy Shelby x Reader

CW: angst

Neither of you are strong enough to talk about your problems, you coexist in a state of sleepless nights and last chances but can any of that change when you start visiting a therapist?

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You and Tommy entered his office he sat at his desk and you stood Infront of it,

"Not like this Thomas, feels like a fucking meeting and I'm you're subordinate." You looked into his eyes as you leant onto his desk with your fingers.

"Alright, sit on the fucking sofa then." He sounded so tired already and you didn't know if you could deal with this, but you sat down anyway.

"I'm not- we're not… alright." You rested one arm on the back of the sofa and Tommy followed, resting his hand on top of your arm. The contact surprised you even though five minutes ago you'd been fucking in the studio.

"I know that, but we can't be apart. You know as well as I do that we'd just come running back to one another." Tommy looked into your eyes and rubbed his thumb back and forth over your forearm.

"I don't want to be apart from you, Thomas… and I don't want to separate or divorce or anything but, I can't do it like this anymore." You lowered your gaze.

"When you call me Thomas you remind me of Polly giving me a bollocking." Tommy placed his other hand on your thigh.

"Maybe you deserve one, an almighty one for the way you've treated me in the last few years." Your eyes were steely.

"I know, I fucking know alright. We're not in a good place," he went silent and you presumed he didn't know what to say because he was just stroking your arm.

"Sometimes I look at you, Thomas…and I feel nothing. Sometimes I look at you and I can see on your face that there isn't the same passion as there was before because you're like a shadow that grows over a person. I've grown comfortable with that darkness but fuck, when you won't even let me through your barriers what's the point?" You asked, averting your gaze from him because you couldn't take how sad his eyes would look.

"Fuck," he muttered and you could sense how torn he was between sorting this out and running away like usual "I don't even know where to start with it all, I mean you know me almost too well. I can deal with any professional challenge that is thrown at me but when it comes to you," he touched your face "I can't handle disappointing you."

"But, Tom being away is what disappoints me." You looked up at him and he looked so sad.

"I don't know if I can be the man you want," he paused, seeming to be pondering on what to say next "I don't know if I'm what you want."

"Don't do this, Tom. It's an easy way to get out of this by feeling sorry for yourself and just accepting your bad actions and I'm not putting up with it anymore. You come back you fuck me and you leave, I'm just a body to you now. I'm not a person and I'm not seen by you as worthy of your attention." You were trying to be firm but you just wanted to melt into his touch and forget about it all.

"Do you think I don't fucking know?" He asked it so calmly it was like the calm before a storm that would decimate a whole population "Every moment I spend away from you I miss you so intensely it hurts my fucking heart, you think I don't love you. Well I fucking do, in this moment and in all others I love you." Tommy's eyes weren't crying but you felt that inside he was.

"I would do anything for you Tommy, that's the problem. I'm tired of it, I'm tired of doing anything I can for you and getting nothing. I deserve love, you deserve love and neither of us can give it to each other." Your eyes were so angry as you truly expressed the thoughts you'd been repressing for years.

"You're right, you do deserve it. Distancing myself means you don't have to see the lack of love I give when we're together." Tommy said it in such a matter-a-fact way that you didn't quite know how to react and just stayed silent.

Tommy's hand retracted from your face to stroke your arm again in a silent sign of support. He didn't know what to say now, Tommy was never lost for words but what could be said? How could he comfort you when he knew that nothing would change and nothing would get better for them? It would be disingenuous of him to say he was going to be there for you more, he would be a better husband, he would show his love for you in more ways than materialistic things because, it wasn't true. You'd gone from such close friends into obsessed lovers and now there was such a deep dark separation between you that it scared Tommy beyond belief.

You were like strangers, you'd both changed so much over the course of knowing one another and it didn't feel the same. Tommy still loved you, you loved him but apparently that wasn't enough anymore and it made Tommy regret so many things he'd done in the last four years, one of those being when he married you. He'd trapped you in this relationship, when he proposed he knew you'd say yes and he knew you'd want to get married soon. Tommy didn't manipulate you, not technically but he knew how you'd react because he knew you so well and he couldn't escape from the thought that he'd consciously done it so you could never leave him.

"I need you, Thomas." You finally said with a frown because he wasn't saying anything.

"I…" he trailed off and looked at the floor.

"Please, can you tell me you'll try to see me more than you are?" You asked with a sad expression.

"I will, I'm going to try," Tommy looked up at you and leant forward to kiss you on the cheek "I'm sorry."

"I know you are, sometimes I need more from you and I need you to listen to me." You smiled at him, putting your palm on his face he leant on it and closed his eyes. He was so at peace with you and he often forgot about it.

You shuffled forward and Tommy leant onto your chest, pulling up his legs and wrapped his arm around your stomach, he closed his eyes and you existed in silence for as long as you could remember silence that was comfortable. Before it was tense, with so much anger behind it that you couldn't enter a room he was in without getting stressed.

Tommy hugged closer to you, not wanting to leave your embrace or the way you smelled, the way your hands felt on his hair and the way your clothes were so soft against his skin. He didn't want to leave again, he didn't want to go on another business trip or to another meeting and be apart from you. But, fuck, he knew he had too. Tommy knew he had so many fucking responsibilities that he didn't want, so much on his shoulders he didn't want but he couldn't go back on it now. There was so much he had to do, so much he had to think about and organise but he didn't want to leave your arms, your touch. Tommy wanted to be with you forever and he decided on that day he wasn't going to let his work ruin your marriage.

Your whole marriage had broken promises on both ends but mostly him and he knew it. He wouldn't come home for weeks even a few days after your wedding he was unreachable and no one would tell you where he was, it ostracised you from the family. The Shelby's didn't always seem to treat you as another Shelby, you were Tommy's business, Tommy's wife and his alone. It was only Ada you had a close relationship with and Polly had been extremely special to you before her death. Tommy had got so scared of marriage, scared of love and how he was marrying you for you. He wasn't marrying for some kind of business move or because you were pregnant and it was the right thing to do. Tommy wanted you, and you alone and it scared him to death that he couldn't be near you. He couldn't endanger you because you were so precious to him.

A few hours later you and Tommy were in bed together, at the same fucking time and you felt like you were dead because only heaven could allow you and your husband to have such peace. You weren't even speaking, like laying on each other and feeling each other's bodies softly. Your head was leaning on Tommy's chest as used your finger to outline the tattoos on his chest, he was running his hand up and down your arm to your shoulder. These soft displays of affection made your stomach flip like the first time you kissed each other. It all felt so juvenile and innocent, the voice in your head was at bay, your head felt still for the first time in a while with no doubt entering your brain. He was there in this moment with you, feeling everything he could be feeling and he still didn't run away.

"I've missed you so much." You whispered and Tommy smiled, kissing the top of your head.

"I know, I've missed you too." Tommy said in a low tone, running his fingers up your arm into your hair.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" You asked him, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest and smile at him.

"I need to go into the city my love," he looked at you with a sad expression because he could see how your smile fell and you turned your head so you weren't looking at him.

"I'm going to go to sleep now," you said quietly as you turned around and turned off the lamp that was on your side of the bed.

Turning on your side away from Tommy you allowed your eyes to grow wet and prickly with no noise coming from your mouth. You didn't want him to know that you would cry over him more than you liked to admit. Tommy was like an anti-christ sometimes and God the next, a man of lawlessness unburdened by guilt and sorrow for his actions who simultaneously made you feel so fucking alive and loved like you couldn't breath without him. How could the two of you have such tender small moments with you and be gone in a few hours? Why did this disgraced angel have to fall into your arms and make you love him so?

Why couldn't Tommy have let you be and marry some other demon that wouldn't hold so much resentment toward him? Your pillow was growing wetter and wetter as the darkness crept into your bed, consuming your body to chew you up and spit out a damaged version of yourself. The darkness was inevitable, the voices were inevitable, the loneliness was inevitable, it was all…predetermined for you. You felt like you had no free will, no right to change the course of how you lived in this life regardless of how dearly you wanted to escape and be free you couldn't. You couldn't leave Tommy and only God knows why because fuck, you didn't deserve to feel so tired of yourself.

Tommy didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to comfort you or make you feel reassured because he never kept his promises to you. He was always so fucking switched on business wise that switching off when he was around you was generally impossible, even when he was being honest with you it felt like a transaction. Tommy hated to admit it but trying to focus on what was going on in your life felt so dwarfed by his own responsibilities and issues. He was dealing with fucking murderers and politicians and you got stressed sometimes, at least that's how he pessimistic brain saw it- he'd never admit that to you. How could you ever understand his issues and what he was going through when you had no concept of it? Tommy had lied to you so much that he didn't even know what was real anymore, keeping track of all the cover ups and the deception was so hard he considered coming clean so many times.

As he lay back, looking up into the darkness, Tommy could only hear the tree branch knocking against the window loudly interrupting his thoughts. The knocking became incessant and Tommy couldn't deal with the noise, he glanced toward your still sleeping form and got up quickly. He walked toward the window and thrust it open, reaching to the branch he tried to break it off but felt a cold hand around his strong grip around his wrist. It made Tommie's breath catch in his throat and his heart stop as he looked up and saw your face, neck slit and blood pouring down your arms onto his wrist. The blood was ice cold and travelling along his body.

"Why did you kill me Tommy?" You asked.

"I didn't kill you, what's happening?" Tommy exclaimed as he tried to turn his head to the bed but he couldn't break out of the grasp of the cold figure toward him.

"You wouldn't let me in, you wouldn't let me in!" The figure repeated the mantra over and over in a loud yell as the blood drained from your neck.

"What are you talking about! What happened to you?" Tommy asked in a strained voice as tears formed in his eyes and threatened to fall.

"Let me in!" You continued to scream as you got closer to his face and Tommy suddenly threw his hand away from the cold figure, falling down on the floor. He ran over to you on the bed and turned you over. Your throat was cut and the blood was seeping into the perfect white of the sheets as Tommy held you close to his body and sobbed.

Waking up with a start and in a sweat, Thomas couldn't see anything and his put his hand on your hip, unable to speak but he needed to wake you.

"Thomas, whats-" you said turning over and Tommy dived to cuddle you close to him as he breathed extremely rapidly.

"I'll let you in, I'll let you in, I'll let you in," he whispered into your shoulder and whilst you didn't understand you just let him hold you.

You didn't know what had happened, you didn't know if things were okay but Tommy holding you the toughest he ever had made you feel that he was scared. He was terrified of something that had happened and it was scaring you in a very real sense because your husband wasn't afraid of anything. What kind of monster could have scared him so?

Tommy was terrified, he didn't know what he'd do if his constant was gone. You met so young and knew each other for so long that being apart made him die a little inside each hour it happened. He didn't like to admit how much he loved you or how much he needed you because it made him have a weakness. One moment off the ball and you could be gone, he was finally seeing that that eventuality was very much realistic whether it was through your death or you leaving him and this house forever.

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sasquapossum · 5 months

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Had a bit of a weather adventure this morning. For those who don't know, the place where I live (eastern Massachusetts in the US) has just gone through a pretty severe set of storms, with both high winds and rains that are heavy even by my Aotearoa-childhood standards. Here's what it brought us.

First, I woke up to the lights flickering. Not surprising at all. This is the "nice" part of town in most ways (e.g. the schools on this side have all been rebuilt in the last 20 years while the ones on the other side are literally rotting away) but the power here is far less stable. Maybe those two facts are even related. 3000sf six-bedroom houses sure do suck a lot of juice, especially when new construction must be all electric (no gas or oil) and there are plenty of those all around us.

Second, I noticed that some of our trash cans had blown across the street. Two streets, actually, since we're on a corner. So I put on my swimming gear and went out to corral them in the little "well" leading to the downstairs door. Also picked up a few large branches and put them on the brush pile. No whole trees, though. The Beech Leaf Disease decimation has taken care of that, I guess.

Then I went shopping. It's not cold (more about that later) so I seriously considered going out in sandals, swim shorts, and an all-synthetic "rash guard" shirt. Should have. Or at least worn some of the waterproof pants I have for hiking. As I made my way from the first store to the second, I found a shopping cart blocking one lane of the road, so I got out and put it on the grass. Then I went in to that second store, noting as I did that the sky had turned distinctly darker than just a few minutes before.

As I finished up at store number two, I saw a bunch of people standing by the exit refusing to go out. Yeah, well, whatever, I went past them and immediately got drenched. Like within twenty seconds, all the way through my jeans, due to the combination of torrential rain and some serious wind. This was neither unexpected nor particularly unwelcome BTW. I'm notoriously unbothered by rain, but it was definitely noteworthy.

I couldn't even see store number three, which was only about a hundred yards away, but I got there and did my business and started to head out. Normally I'd turn left to go home, but that was obviously a no-go because traffic was severely backed up by what I assumed must be one of the historic puddles that were everywhere. So I went right, got on the highway, and got home fine.

Finally, when I got home, I saw that the entire area where the two streets join was completely flooded - side to side, multiple inches deep. One of my neighbors was out there, trying to unclog the drains before all that water descended across another neighbor's lawn into their basement. I quickly joined him, quickly abandoning the rake I'd been using to reach in and heave out handfuls of leaves and muck. At that point a six inch wide whirlpool appeared, with a giant sucking sound as it emptied a swimming pool's worth of water in about a minute. Truly impressive, and a relief to all concerned.

So that was my morning. And one more thought: imagine if it had been colder, and this had all come down as snow. We'd be talking multiple feet, like the famous Blizzard of '78, for sure.

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gay-kurapika · 3 months

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Its February, and around this time every year I like to think about my Grandpa "Mickey" (Michael). His birthday is a day before my own, on February 7th, and even though he passed away over twenty years ago I still wish him a happy birthday each year. In the past I've written him poems, or wondered about the parts of him that I never got to know because he passed away when I was so young. But this year, I want to think about what I did get to know, what that said about him, and why that made him such a special person to me.

Most of my memories of him have to do with food. It makes sense--I was a child, and senses, including taste, are a powerful part of creating memories when you're young. I remember that he had a greenhouse in which he planted radishes all year round, and in the winter he'd take me out to the greenhouse and we'd each pick a fresh one. We'd rinse them off and eat them standing over the kitchen sink like it was a treat too delicious to make it to the table.

And I remember that he would make popcorn for me on the stove top, which seemed magical when I'd only seen it done in a microwave. Then he'd turn on a cartoon and laugh with me as we ate it on the couch.

On holidays he made fudge, and he once told me the magic ingredient was to use marshmallow fluff, whispering it like it was a secret. He'd wait with tissues after my cousins and I decimated the pan, wiping off our fingers for us even when we might have been a bit old for that.

And I remember a few years after, my grandmother gave me chocolate ice cream when she was too tired too make breakfast. When I told her it was the first time I'd had chocolate ice cream, I remember she said "I wish Mick had been here to see that."

It would be easy to focus on how young my grandpa died, and how it must have been painful and difficult for him to die of cancer caused by the same job at which he met his wife and started his family. There is certainly a tragedy there, and maybe another year I'll want to talk about that. But today, I want to remember him as a person who brought joy to others in even the smallest actions, a person whose life is remembered by the joyful moments we had and the ones we wished he could have seen.

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itsclydebitches · 2 years

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Assuming Ozpin was smart enough and realized Jaune had faked his transcripts, but let him in due to seeing his potential. What would have happened if Pyrrha hadn't saved Jaune and he just hit a tree and died on the spot during initiation?

If we're assuming that Ozpin really is "smart enough" then I kinda half to believe that Jaune wouldn't have hit the tree at all. Ozpin essentially has a problem (how does the no-aura, untrained kid survive initiation) and a solution presents itself without his input (Pyrrha takes a liking to him), but if that solution hadn't shown up for some reason, I have to believe that Ozpin already had another solution lined up. He's the Headmaster of Beacon. He knows Jaune's limitations if he figured out that the transcripts are fake. He's a 1,000+ year old strategist trying to keep a (relatively) low profile. Put those three things together and you can't equal anything but "Ozpin had a way for Jaune to survive." Just because we don't know what that way is (because RT never had to write it) doesn't mean it doesn't exist, simply because to assume otherwise is a pretty unpersuasive reading of his character. We'd have to argue that Ozpin accepted a student he knew would be in grave danger without doing anything to assure his safety; that he'd be willing to let a kid not just die, but almost inevitably die, risking his standing in the community (a key part of this war) and decimating his other ethics for... what? The hell of it? It makes no sense. It's like trying to argue that Ruby knowingly and willingly walked into a massive grimm invasion without her weapon. Is it technically possible for that to happen? Sure, but based on what we know about her (a fighter, well trained, always has Crescent Rose on hand, etc.) why in the world would she? It makes more sense to assume that Ruby has a weapon hidden nearby, even if we never see it because she snags another along the way, than it is to assume this talented, trained, hyper-vigilant fighter just Randomly Did The Stupidest Thing Ever for No Understandable Reason. (Which, you know, has kinda happened in recent volumes, but that's not the point lol). Ozpin had his own "weapon" hidden somewhere nearby because to assume otherwise clashes with everything else we know about him. He might warn the kids that this test is legitimately dangerous and it's possible to die in it, but that's not the same thing as letting the newbie go in without some kind of safety net, thereby assuring his death. Ozpin doesn't actually want Jaune splattered against a tree. Certainly not after he's taken the time to accept him. If he was that indifferent to Jaune's safety, why bother bringing him to Beacon in the first place? Just let the kid stay home and don't bother with him at all.

Or, you know, we could ignore everything else about Ozpin's character and say nah, he's a cold-blooded bastard who's sacrificing children anyway, he would have totally let Jaune die if Pyrrha hadn't stepped in. Okay, cool, but then that puts a huge damper on the whole manipulative chess master angle. Men out to control children in a long-term war don't just randomly throw their pieces onto the board, uncaring where they land or how quickly they fall. If we're assuming that Ozpin is pulling all the strings here, then he's also pulling the strings of Jaune's safety. If he's not than I guess he's not controlling enough to be orchestrating this war either.

But regardless, all logic aside, Ozpin is Ozpin. He was the rescuer, then the father, then the teacher. Whatever his mistakes (and regardless of how often the show tends to forget this) he's defined by his desire to keep others safe, even if that safety comes at a great cost. He's not a guy who's going to fling vulnerable kids at trees without a backup plan. Even if that plan is as rudimentary as believing in his students' willingness to help one another, a belief that Pyrrha honors in spades.

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starlitangels · 8 months

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Eloise jolted as the door burst open.

"We have to go. Now."

"Evan—what—?"

"They found us. Time to run."

"You said they wouldn't."

"I said it would take a while. They found us. They grabbed me." He extended his wings. The red-yellow-and-blue macaw feathers were gone. Replaced by deep violet, glittering with black.

"How did you escape?"

"Our friends. Pulled me out of their grip and bought me time to get to you."

Eloise puffed her own wings. "Where are they?"

"It doesn't matter. We have to find another world."

"I told you if we ran, we'd never stop."

"So, what? We should never have left? Do you want to go back to that existence, El? Do you not remember the burning?"

"I remember. And I don't. But we can't run forever."

"They made us immortal. We can."

"Ev—we can't just leave our friends to fight for us while we abandon them!"

"Matt, Zach, and Steven specifically told me to grab you and run. And that's what I intend to do."

Evan grabbed Eloise's wrist and started to drag her out of the house. The house she and her brother had built with their own hands. And maybe a liiittle bit of their powers.

"Our friends’ strength won't last forever. They're mortal!"

"They don't have to fight to the last. Just long enough for us to make a portal and run for another world." Yanking his sister into the front yard, he pulled the starsteel blade out from where it had been hidden behind a hedge. Kept safe. "Come on. They'll all feel us leave."

One of Steven's black, sinewy monsters screeched in the distance. An explosion from Matt's kinetic energy following.

"But... we just got here."

"It's been two years."

"Can we not fight for our friends? They turned us into their kind—we have the same powers! Maybe we could defeat them! Defend this whole world!"

Evan spun the blade in his free hand. The point of it drew lines of purple light in the air. The colors of his feathers fighting between violet and primary colors.

"Eloise. We were Made. We're not truly like them. That's why we burn in the form they gave us. We'll never be as strong. We can't fight them. All we can do is run."

From the same direction as the shrieking monsters and the explosions, a familiar scream. Zach. No matter how many times he popped back into existence after death, he always screamed in fear right before it happened.

Evan spun the sword again. Runes and sigils appearing in the air. Ice sublimated off the freezing, bluish-silver blade.

A screech ripped at the very fabric of reality.

"Ev, they know what you're doing!" Eloise shrieked.

"Two more sigils!" Evan replied.

Matt screeched through the tall trees. A pinkish explosion lit the undersides of the twilit clouds.

Eloise gasped.

"El, focus! We'll need your Eye when we get through the portal."

Her feathers ruffled. "I can't... I can't leave them, Ev."

"We have to go!" Evan snapped.

Eloise wrenched her wrist out of her brother's grip. "Keep the portal open for me."

"ELOISE!" Evan shouted as her snowy wings beat at the air and she launched into the sky.

Like a shooting star going the wrong way, Eloise streaked upward. A large chunk of the forest was decimated. Hordes of Steven's monsters writhed in shadows.

Steven, barely visible in the distance, suspended in the air above them, holding onto the amulet that let him focus his Gifts with one hand. His black cloak fluttered in the air spell keeping him aloft, its golden underside flashing in the setting sun.

With a green blaze, Zach stepped back into existence.

Matt was prone on the ground, the dirt shimmering pinkish around him, charging with energy from his very touch, even while he was unconscious.

Eloise twisted and shot into a dive toward her friends. The ones she and Evan had run away from two hundred years ago weren't visible from this distance. One had to be close to see the bends in reality belying where their forms lurked.

Eloise and her brother were gifted with the sight of birds of prey even before they were reMade. She could see a mouse on the ground from a thousand feet up.

She could see the distortion in the air in the shape of humanoid hands reaching for Steven. He was focused on getting some of his monsters to Matt to protect him. By the time he'd notice it would be too late—

Eloise slammed into him, sending them both hurtling downward. The hands above them grasped at air. Eloise panted, shocked that it worked.

She braked hard and set Steven down on the ground as gently as she could. His monsters swarmed him, looking to protect. None of them so much as looked at her.

Steven grabbed her shoulders. "What were you thinking? You're supposed to be getting out of here!" Up close, his mortal age showed a lot more. The wrinkles in his forehead and beside either eye. The salt in his hair. Somewhere in his forties. And Eloise was frozen forever at twenty-two. Evan at twenty-five.

Zach vaulted over a fallen trunk and rushed to Matt's side. Matt's pinkish blood was oozing from a cut in his forehead.

"I couldn't leave you!" Eloise retorted, feathers puffing up indignantly.

A monster leapt behind Steven. A distortion of air crushed it back to the earth, where the black sinuous form melded back into it in a shower of reddish dust.

Steven's grip on her shoulders tightened. "I already lost my kids once! Don't make me lose you again!" he snapped. Silvery tears brimmed in his eyes.

"We're not your kids! We've been alive for two hundred years! We're adults!"

"I don't care. I promised I'd keep you safe! Go back to your brother and get off this world! Come back when you can but go! Hide!" He was using his Dad Voice. Eloise's feathers smoothed down, her wings folding close to her body. "Sweet little Eloise. Don't make me lose more kids." Steven cupped the side of her face. "I don't think I could bear it. I—"

El, I'm about to do something really stupid. Get our friends as close to you as you can and make a shield as big as possible but allow me through it. Understood? Evan's voice in her head said.

Understood.

She yanked Steven by the lapels of his long overcoat toward Zach and Matt. Zach was kneeling in the one patch of smoldering dirt that wasn't glowing pinkish-silver from Matt's energy, looking around wildly while trying to revive Matt. Eloise stopped between Matt's legs and Zach's crouch, holding Steven by the lapels.

She screwed up her face.

White lines burned into existence in a criss-crossing dome around the four of them. Distortion hands slammed against its sides. Eloise buried her face in Steven's chest, concentrating, using her wings as a secondary shield around her friends.

She didn't see the shimmer of violet travel along her feathers.

She didn't see the way her skin began to crack, white-and-violet light spilling out from it.

She didn't see her wings begin to glow.

She didn't see a disc of light, high in the air, rise above the trees.

She didn't see it plummet down toward the earth, held before a diving figure holding a bluish-silver blade.

She didn't see realization dawn on Zach's face, or the way Steven's eyes widened when he realized what was happening.

She didn't see Matt stirring.

All Eloise could do was concentrate on keeping the otherworldly beings away from her friends as their fists slammed into her forcefield.

Evan shot past the figures and through the shield.

The portal swallowed Eloise, Steven, Matt, and Zach first. Evan plunged into it through the other side immediately afterward.

—

Like falling off a cliff and into a rushing river, the five of them tumbled through nothingness. Evan and Eloise gathering the other three together with their wings and hands.

"El, now!" Evan ordered.

Eloise nodded and closed her eyes again.

Burning into existence on her palm, a white eye appeared through cracks in her skin. She held it out, swinging her hand in all directions while Steven and Evan clung to her so she didn't drift away.

She was silent and still for several agonizingly long seconds.

Her eyes flashed open, burning the same white as the one on her palm. "Hold on," she said, voice echoing.

Light gathered around them in the darkness.

The five of them shot through nothing.

Steven looked over her head at her brother. "What is she doing?"

"Traveling the fabric between worlds is her real power. Seeing each world is what she does. She's taking us somewhere else. Somewhere... hopefully far away from The Others."

Steven looked down at where Eloise's hair—the same light brown as Evan's—flicked in a nonexistent wind.

"Will we be safe there?" Zach asked. Matt peeled his eyes open.

"We'll make it safe. Because we'll all stick together," Steven said. "We're not losing our family again." He took Evan's arm with his free hand. Evan nodded.

They both held Eloise tighter as she sped them through the Void.

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diaryofdayet · 15 days

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May 12 𓇢𓆸 Santa Barbara

I could hear Archie and Kinsley talking in the living room. I envied the casual pitch of Kinsley's voice, as if talking to him was like talking to anyone else. I crept to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then brought my book to the couch and read as they talked.

"...in my family growing up we were like you," Archie nodded in my direction. "We'd leave our doors ajar while we slept."

I don't remember what was said before or after.

We had more tacos for breakfast, then slowly packed our things and cleaned the house. We caravaned to a large thrift store nearby, where everyone bought clothes and I bought an old copy of Lord of the Rings. Carrie and Kinsley drove back to the city while the rest of us went to a fish taco stand. Archie bought me a burrito stuffed with steak, shrimp, french fries, and cheese.

"Oh my god, this is going to decimate me," I groaned.

"You won't be my problem in a few hours, you'll be your aunt's," he winked. I was staying at Hera's for the next few days.

Sam turned to me as we were leaving the restaurant,

"So wait, when are you coming back to LA?" They asked.

"I don't know. I might not be back until next year."

"Woah, I guess I hadn't thought of that."

"I know," I laughed, "I think everyone's been in a bit of denial. But I've been trying to explain." I looked them in the eyes, grabbed their shoulders, and rattled them gently back and forth.

They walked me to Archie's car and smiled as they gave me a soft hug. "Well, I'll make sure to see you again before you leave this week. Love you."

"Love you," I shouted and waved goodbye.

In the quiet bubble of Archie's car, I began to cry. He reached over and rubbed my shoulder as he drove.

"You'll be back soon enough," he said cheerfully.

I chuckled through my tears.

"Why do you always laugh knowingly when I say that? Do you not want to come back?"

"No. No, I don't."

He fell silent and drove mutely until my tears had dried. Was he angry with me?

"I just—"

"What?" He asked softly.

"There are things here I want to escape."

I looked out at the green fields beyond the highway, his anxious foot on the pedal turning them into thick smears in a painter's palette.

"Like you, for example." I turned to him. He glanced back. I loved the crow's feet around his eyes.

"I don't—I think a small part of me will always be that girl who told you I had a crush on you when I was eighteen. And I'm just exhausted by it. It's—it's become a nuisance."

He began to cry. Now was he angry with me?

"I don't want to be a nuisance."

"It's not you. It has nothing to do with you."

I wanted to rub his shoulder like he'd just rubbed mine.

"I think I'm realizing you're really leaving. And I'm—I'm going to miss you. I feel like we've just started to get close. And I don't have many people to talk with the way I do with you."

"I'm going to miss you too, Archie. I've had so much fun getting closer to you. It's what I want to do. I want to talk to you and hug you and clean for you and reach out to you. And—and—where is the line?"

"I know we've been blurring the line. I've enjoyed that."

"I've enjoyed it too. Do you think I don't like it when people ask if we're dating? But we're not dating, are we?"

He still cried.

"I just—obviously I'm attracted to you. But I also think we could have a long life together as something else. And that's—that's more important to me."

"I understand. I think I feel the same way."

"I know there's something there between us."

I looked out the window. "I feel it when we touch."

He fell silent again.

We talked about it until we were back in Silverlake. When we turned onto his street, he reached out and pulled me into the crook of his arm. I buried my head in his armpit and inhaled as another part of me tightened and released. I kissed his shoulder blade, an innocent kiss.

He invited me inside to use the bathroom before I left.

"Ahem. Let me, um, walk you to your car." Neither one of us could look at the other. He reached for me again and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked. I put mine around his waist. Knowing I wasn't lying to him anymore, I felt a flood of relief.

He hugged me at my car and whispered "I love you."

"I love you too." I whimpered. Only later, when I was lying in bed alone, did I realize that was the first time I'd said it to him and meant it.

I called Stella and told her the news while I drove down to Orange County.

"Are you gonna see him again before you leave?"

"He said he's coming to your birthday party."

"Oh my god, please make out on my birthday."

She told me she'd seen Ian again. He'd bought her a new phone. Right, I really am ready to leave, I thought.

I greeted Hera, Adam, and the kids briefly. They left me alone to do my work. I had so much to get done. I worked on Max and Helen's video until three in the morning and then limped into bed.

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Dayet

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jjkirbs · 3 months

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MOVIE REVIEW - Leo (2023)

Listen, I love how much I love this stupid little movie. It was a Saturday night and we'd just finished an exhausting anticlimatic thriller with violence and guns. On a whim, slightly imbibed, we put this silly film on and a we were in store for an absolute delight.

Netflix brings us yet another film with Adam Sandler, who has made a variety of comedic endeavors, ranging from the eyebrow-raising to the unexpectedly delightful. Sandler returns to the streaming platform with LEO, a school-based film that sees him trading in his usual dad jokes for the voice of a 74-year-old lizard.

In LEO, Sandler lends his voice to the titular character, an aging lizard experiencing a mid-life crisis of sorts within the confines of a school terrarium. Teaming up with his grumpy turtle companion, voiced by the one and only Bill Burr, LEO embarks on a quest for escape that ends up with him becoming an accidental therapist for a group of eccentric students.

Sandler's voice acting as LEO is a highlight, with his portrayal of a geratric, aging lizard adding depth to the his journey. Coupled with Burr's performance as Squirtle, the duo delivers plenty of laughs as something of a pair of care home grandfathers fed up with modern socitey and strife.

LEO offers a quirky narrative enriched by its talking reptilian protagonist. As LEO counsels each student through their unique challenges, the film actually steers clear of Sandler's trademark toilet humour and crass jokes, opting instead for heartfelt moments and surprisingly insightful dialogue - which may explain why I enjoyed it so much.

While LEO stumbles with its musical numbers - which are often quite poor and the introduction of a shoe-horned in villain, its overarching message is of the importance of sharing your feelings and to love yourself. Although far from a cinematic masterpiece, the film's bright animation, endearing characters, and goofy charm make it a pleasant watch for audiences young and old.

We were absolutely roaring with some of the visual humour which borderlines slapstick but it's genuinely amusing, one scene questions whether one of the reptillian characters had met their doom, with genuine concern and panic, to only have the expectaction subverted.

One of the funniest music numbers ends with Sandler's surly lizard singing a song to a child advising her not to cry, as crying is a sign of weakness, laziness, and stupidity. It's pathetic and a cheap laugh but the utter absurdity of it - a singing lizard subverting the typical Disney-fied musical hallmark moment, of finding ones strength - it shoos that away with the lizard just decimating this kids self-esteem...

Despite its occasional lapses into cheesiness and a somewhat drawn-out runtime, LEO remains an enjoyable offering from Sandler's Netflix repertoire. With its blend of humour, heart, and a touch of contemplation, LEO is a testament to Sandler's ability to entertain, yeah so it was all good in my opinion, cheers.

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 10 months

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Master - Chapter 27b

*Warning: Adult Content*

"I think my dick is frozen," Wenquie announces through chattering teeth.

I look across to the shivering incubus I called a friend, his entire frame cradled by several blankets that covered the three layers he wore underneath.

His tail was circled around the fabric just like his arms, the weather apparently cold enough to bring forth his true form.

The weather in Canada could be quite brutal and up here in the mountains, it was unforgiving.

But Malcolm and I were vampires and were able to adapt our bodies to face the brutal weather.

It took practice and much effort but once a vampire was able to control the blood flow in their body, it was like turning on and off a switch.

With our hearts stopped, the body could feel entirely dead or like another, susceptible to outside conditions.

I didn't particularly feel like being dickless and it seemed like Malcolm shared that sentiment, which left Wenquie to freeze his balls off alone.

"Malcolm was the one who invited you, so kindly divert all of your complaints to him," I say in response but it only makes his scowl worsen.

"Malcolm," Wenquie says, turning his head to look over at Malcolm who sat with his long legs folded beneath him while he circled two rocks between his fingers.

"I'm sorry I was trying to be a good friend," Malcolm replies sarcastically as he looks up at the two of us.

"I'll try to be more of an asshole in the future, just like Linc."

"Don't you dare, I can barely handle the one," Wenquie replies with a shaky smile, that makes Malcolm chuckle before they both turn their heads back my way.

"Since you haven't had sex for three days, I'm going to let you be cranky."

I don't bother endorsing his perverse mind with a response, incubi logic was damn near impossible to understand.

"But seriously, how long are we going to be here?" Wenquie asks through his shivers.

"I didn't anticipate camping in the mountains with a bunch of vampires for this long. I thought we'd be like getting drunk with them and kind of hoped for a massive orgy."

"It's taking more time than I expected it would," I say truthfully while ignoring the last part.

"They're more stable than we anticipated."

"Since they're not a particularly strong clan, we assumed they'd be more susceptible to our offer," Malcolm elaborates when Wenquie frowns slightly confused.

"They've got larger numbers and no cracks we've seen since being here, their only clear fault is that they're weak physically and most of the followers are newborns."

"That would explain why it was so easy to get a few in my tent," Wenquie replies thoughtfully making me groan while Malcolm just shakes his head.

"I hadn't even released my aroma and they were stripping."

"They?" Malcolm questions and Wenquie smiles with pleasure.

"Once I got a taste I couldn't stop," he admits with a sensual tone, the end of his tail rubbing against his arm.

"And before you attack me Lincoln, I only approached those whose bodies responded to mine."

"I'm glad to hear," I manage before refocusing my attention to the vampires moving below us.

We'd found a perch in the cliffs far enough from the clan to observe undisturbed and exchange a few words without the worry of watching our tongues for those listening in.

So far, the clan had been entirely stiff with our presence but seemed more relax now with us removed from their vision.

"You think they'll join us?" Malcolm asks after a moment of silence, the question I knew he wanted to ask since our first meeting with Alexander.

"With some more persuasion," I reply while watching a few practice their fighting.

"They're doing fine for now but this won't last much longer. If they stumble into a coven, they'd be decimated within seconds. Not to mention, their numbers are far too large to be all together like this while out in the human world."

"I'm sure Alexander already knows that, she's a smart woman," Malcolm replies thoughtfully.

"Joining us is the only way to preserve what's left of this clan."

"So why is she being so stubborn?" I reply through gritted teeth, my frustration getting the best of me.

My frustration wasn't directed towards the clan or Alexander but rather a build-up from being away from Kalem for so long.

It was the longest I'd gone without seeing my boy and it was starting to take it’s toll on my heart.

I wanted to hold him again, touch him and kiss him, love him...

I wanted my boy.

My Kalem.

"I don't think she's what's holding everything up," Wenquie says bringing our attention to him.

"I think that one had been on board since day one."

I frown slightly as I study Wenquie's shivering frame.

"Why do you think that? Is it an incubus thing or...?"

"Yeah, kind of," Wenquie replies with a shrug.

"We're better at observing body language than most species but I'm also just good with people. She's clearly got some fight in her and the moment you mentioned taking Diablos down, she basically lit up. She's not the problem here, it's the rest of the vampires, particularly the newborns."

Malcolm looks at me with a raised brow, his uncertainty clear as the one I felt inside but Wenquie did have a habit of picking up on things before others.

"Why the newborns?" He inquires, gently prodding Wenquie for more.

"They're afraid of you guys, why would they want to follow you if you scare them," Wenquie replies with a 'duh' expression as if that was common knowledge.

"You said most were recently turned, so I doubt they have much experience with other vampires outside of the ones in this clan and even less knowledge about how things operate in the vamp world. Then you guys the first and the fifth ever made stroll in wanting to take over, of course, that's fucking terrifying.”

“Plus all you guys do is watch them when your close by, they probably think you guys want to eat them. Alexander's their leader, she's got the ultimate vote but she can't just take a deal when most of her followers are afraid of you," Wequie finishes before quickly adding.

"But that's all just my thoughts, I could be wrong"

"No, I think you're right," Malcolm replies as he drops the rocks.

"It makes sense in that light. Alexander does seem to have some personal vendetta against Diablos, which was why I couldn't quite understand why she was stalling so much. But if the problem is with her followers, then that makes sense."

"So you just have to get them to like you or at least, want to follow you," Wenquie replies before he blows into his palms.

"I'm not really a likeable guy," I admit because I knew it was the truth and so did they.

"You don't have to tell us that Lincoln, we know," Wenquie replies with a snort.

"Good thing I am, getting them to respect you should be enough," Malcolm replies thoughtfully, his mind working away on this new tangent Wenquie presented.

"They know our goals and purpose for being here, so showing them a more personable side should help."

It did make sense truthfully.

We'd made our intentions clear from day one and they were goals that aligned with those of the Anouk Clan, there was no reason for them to hesitate given the state of their clan.

But they had been, and if it was because the newborns were still on the fence about us, then that was understandable.

We needed to 'bond' with them, connect at some level that went beyond just rank and species.

"So what are we supposed to do? Play tag," I deadpan and Malcolm immediately looks at me with widening eyes that make my heart drop.

"That was sarcasm, Malcolm."

"But it's a good idea," he argues while shifting his body with excitement.

"I am not playing tag like some...."

"Newly turned vamp?" he offers with a creeping smile.

"That's one of the first things vampires do when they're turned, it's like a right of passage. I'm sure not all here have tried it and it'd be great to do it here with so much free land."

"We are long past the age of playing tag Malcolm," I reply while shaking my head, the thought of doing something so childish instead of being with Kalem only served to annoy me.

"Not to mention it would be a complete waste of time with the two of us, we're faster than them all."

"Exactly," Malcolm agrees as he pushes to his feet.

"They know we're old and strong but I'm sure they'd like to test the borders to that. The challenge would be stimulating to them, especially if we put all of them to try to get us."

"That honestly sounds fun but also like it would work here," Wenquie inputs while his eyes dance between us.

"You want us to play tag Malcolm," I say so he could hear the words out loud.

"We're here to negotiate terms and you want to play tag. Diablos is trying to kill Kalem and I and you want to play tag."

"Yes," He replies with a wide smile.I stare up at him, full of disbelief and slight horror.

I knew what the game was and though it was indeed a right of passage as Malcolm called it, I'd never tried it.

I'd stayed away from my kind in all things, including the game that was said to be quite exhilarating with the enhanced speed we had.

"If it doesn't work, then it doesn't work," Malcolm says with a helpless shrug.

It wanted to argue but I knew my best friend and he knew me.

No matter how much I argued against the preposterous idea, he wouldn't stop until I agreed to this and if I didn't, he'd do it on his own.

I wanted to try pouring some sense into his head but I didn't have a better idea and at this point, I was willing to try almost anything if it meant I could get to Kalem sooner... even playing tag."

Very well," I grumble making Malcolm cheer and Wenquie laugh hysterically.

"Oh, I've got to see this," he says through his laughter.

The things I do for love...

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the-firebird69 · 10 months

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Right now we're prepping for tonight and we're going to put a section of wall in like you suggested way across the lake I'll probably leave it like that leave it like that and have a section across tonight and then put another one tomorrow so we'd be dissecting the lake and it's good reason to do that this stuff in each portion I'm going nuts fighting each other and it won't fight the wall too much it's a great idea and the stuff in the bottom is still there cuz they fight over it more there so it's a better idea to do the job that's terrific we're going to do that and even a small section he says. Today was abysmal here these people are terrible we didn't stop them although they're doing and saying these things behind doors what they were doing is trying to get some kind of case together but in fact it is backfiring on all of them including Stan he's going to court tomorrow and the max will bring him to court for what he did today and they're telling him what he's doing is illegal you're holding someone there and you're telling them they can't stay there and you're not getting anything from me either we don't give you anything and he's a mortal enemy of Max and right now can't put them anywhere it's a horrible deal and it's terrible but we are doing things and we're actually going to court to with his team of lawyers and we'll see how it goes then your dumb smile and Sherry left you okay Stan we'll see how it goes stand and we saw your bumbling assholes yesterday and tried to help and they got killed a lot more at least they stood up for themselves but really you're annoying him all the time like Dave at HMC or the other a****** at storm you sit there and make a noises and s*** cuz you're young he knows it too they're f****** cake so we're going to take your stuff and we need some of the ships have been kind of letting it go and it's too much and we need some of the big stuff and we need to cover stuff and it's imperative he told me too but he says I agree that's what he's saying and it says a lot a few of them one spot and so on yeah there's nothing good stuff anyways you don't need to know so we're going to after you so at least you still have a place to sleep. He feels a little bad for you and he knows it's real tough doesn't know what he would do as a landlord people are such huge assholes here his parents couldn't even hold it they have this massive plan but he has to defend himself there's too many pokers out here and you're not trying the minority more lock but they should probably try and give you quotes. And I don't see why not they do good work and it'll create a problem for these people and you're right they're fighting over stuff that they took from you but with stuff cuz they took like all these small ships and that's what they're fighting over and BG is fighting them so kind of indicates something it starts off some stuff and we're going to start getting them going to son thinks it's a great idea and wants them to lend a hand and there's a good reason to cuz in world War II they were going after them a lot and they use these more luck to do it and they decimated minorities who are in Europe and in Russia too and you can see it in the caucuses they're trying to do it again we have to be there it's a good point that they wear the school step and stuff even the Stormtroopers and taking over their ships or at least having a presence to stop them or to commit sabotage would be great and they wear the uniforms from world War II and it is the warlock and they are going after you with those ships and you have to do something

We're going to publish because this is Rich

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