"The Vulture and the Little Girl"

(To people who believe Wikipedia Articles are not trustworthy, you can always go to the original sources of the information given in the article. These sources are mentioned in the References section at the bottom of the article.)

So, I just now read that the Solicitor General of India had compared Journalists to Vultures and referenced the famous "The Vulture and the Little Girl" photograph. I am not quoting sources about this as it is in the news.

However, many people (including the SG of India it seems) do not know the complete details of the incident, so I am quoting here excerpts from the Wikipedia article of the photograph:

>Carter saw Silva on the runway and told him, "You won't believe what I've just shot! … I was shooting this kid on her knees, and then changed my angle, and suddenly there was this vulture right behind her! … And I just kept shooting – shot lots of film[13] Silva asked him where he shot the picture and was looking around to take a photo as well. Carter pointed to a place 50 m (160 ft) away. Then Carter told him that he had chased the vulture away. He told Silva he was shocked by the situation he had just photographed, saying, "I see all this, and all I can think of is Megan", his young daughter. A few minutes later they left Ayod for Kongor.[14]
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>In 2011, the child's father revealed the child was actually a boy, Kong Nyong, and had been taken care of by the UN food aid station. Nyong had died four years prior, c. 2007, of "fevers", according to his family.[15]

The link to the full article on Wikipedia is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_vulture_and_the_little_girl .

Also, there's this post that tells the same: https://www.reddit.com/r/india/comments/gtfiaf/what_solicitor_general_tushar_mehta_does_not/

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"The vulture and the little girl" by Kevin Karter. A sad picture taken in 1993 showing a child weakened by famine and a vulture waiting for him to die to eat him.
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"The vulture and the Little Girl" Kevin Carter The New York Times 26 March 1993
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The Vulture and the Little Girl

This is a very famous photo which is difficult to look at.

I saw it a few years ago, and despite being quite hard-hearted and not usually affected by such things, I found it very traumatic.

I put it down to my daughter being around the same age as the girl in the photo when I first saw it.

I'm not going to post the image directly, because it's something that I think people should choose to look at rather than have it sprung on them, so here's the Wikipedia article:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_vulture_and_the_little_girl

Edit: looks like Reddit took the lead and posted the photo anyway! Sorry everyone.

There has obviously already been some interest from the public about what happened to the little girl, but nothing substantial that I can find.

I'm hoping that the super sleuths of Reddit can find out what the conclusion to this sad story was.

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They called it "The Vulture and the little girl"

They called it "The Vulture and the little girl".

https://preview.redd.it/9m95my707ar11.jpg?width=640&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=80613828de863fde940d7cfcdee1636f3e7ae775

This photo of a vulture waiting for a starving Sudanese girl to die was taken by Kevin Carter who later won the Pulitzer for this picture, but he lived just few months to enjoy his supposed achievement because he later got depressed and took his own life.

He was actually savouring his feat and being celebrated on major news channels and networks world wide.

His depression started when during one of such interviews (phone in program) someone phoned on and asked him what happened to the child. He replied, "I didn't wait to find out after this shot as I had a plane to catch."...

And the person replied,

"I put it to you that there were two vultures on that day. One had a camera".

His constant thought of that statement, led to depression and his ultimate suicide.

In whatsoever we do, let humanity come first before what we can gain out of the situation.

Kevin Carter could have been alive today if he just picked that little girl up and taken her to the United Nation's feeding Center where she was attempting to reach.

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The Vulture and the little Girl
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The Vulture and The Little Girls - Kevin Carter (1993)
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The Vulture and The Little Girls - Kevin Carter (1993)
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Kevin Carter’s Vulture

In the darkroom the film’s exposed
Beneath the torturous bloodred lamp.
A picture swirls into existence, composed
A terrified scream in image immortal.

Saturated sand screams in the back
Black skin gazed upon by desireful bird.
First the worst may come for the girl.
Absurd is the death that enraptures Sudan.

But the vultures care not for the troubles of men
Only for the taste of the little girl’s flesh
Once death comes the rest follows, best
To hope is that death comes first
And comfort in the immortal image of
The nameless child, now food
to be ripped from barren ribs.

The true vultures wear ties and send their young.

1 | 2

Edit: CW: distressing image, for those who may not know, this is the picture

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Wrote this out in a comment somewhere on here, but wanted to get wider thoughts. (spoilers)

I take Yggdrasil to mean that the house was some sort of connective tissues between universes. In every iteration of the house its presented as an impossibility. Navidson experiences it as an impossible black maze, Zampano as a documentary made by and about something that never happened and there is no way he could have seen, johnny as a trunk of disjointed writings and ramblings, and we as a fictional novel with parallels to our reality (Delial and this photo being just one example).

Also, last night, I came across recursive acronyms and from there to this book and it freaked me the fuck out. I immediately thought of the house and how the book itself makes appearances in the end.

I hope this wasn't too rambly! Just found this sub, and it's everything I ever wanted

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A Question Regarding Humanity and The Martian [Serious]

I saw The Martian today and really enjoyed. It was a great story, had fine acting, was funny, and really hit me on an emotional level. I should also say, that I love science, and I love science fiction. Something about the movie bothered me though, and I'm having trouble getting over it. A strong theme of the movie was that all of humanity came together to save Matt Damon who was stranded on Mars. I am (personally) bothered by the fact that the greatest minds in the world and their governments spent millions (maybe billions) on saving one man, while there's so many other people that need to be saved. I'm talking about the proverbial starving child in Africa, the Syrian refugees, prisoners in a North Korean death camp, anything you see on the news every night. Am I wrong to think this way? We all know how Spock feels about my thoughts. Yes, I know it's just a story. But why is Matt Damon's character more important than the Vulture and the Little Girl?

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Signs of Collapse 2020 Q2

Hi /r/Collapse! I have been working on an ongoing project for over 4 years now nick-named “[Signs of collapse]”.

I try my best to not make this series into a rant about every little problem or mishap that’s going on. Even in a sustainable society accidents would happen and natural catastrophes would occur, seasons would vary in intensity from year to year and so on. So what I present here is my best attempt at distilling out anthropogenic anomalies.

I define a “sign of collapse” as a negative market externality that the current socioeconomic system for whatever reason hasn’t dealt with and is now ending up hurting people or the ecosystem. I try to pick studies and news that shows the occurring consequences of the current system’s failure to deal with externalities.

You are not the intended audience for this project, you're already agreeing with everything it presents. I post it here so that you can help me spread it and use/reuse the material elsewhere. Also feel free to solve any or all of the mentioned problems, it's fine if you only pick one.

Previous posts:


Signs of Collapse 2020 Q2

Police riots in the US

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[DISCUSSION] Country music fan here: Neither of our subcultures will ever admit it, but country music and rap music are more similar to each other than they will ever admit.

EDIT: Ah fuck, I messed up the title.

Alright, so now I've drawn you in with that clickbait title let me lay out my thesis.

First off, some background so that you know what I'm talking about: I'm from a fairly rural part of Canada, and grew up listening to country music, critically for the creation of this thesis, Western Canadian country artists like Corb Lund. Corb didn't come out of Nashville. This is important, I'll explain why in a second, but to make a long story short that means he sounds pretty different from a lot of the country you guys have in the States. In particular, I've always thought he's a great storyteller who covers unconventional subjects: see Student Visas, a song about the Contras. That whole album is fucking incredible, by the way. Maybe by the time I'm done I can convince some of you to give it a listen.

My brother is big into all kinds of music, and got me into hip-hop, though it took him a few tries. I liked Eminem but couldn't get into him much, and Nas was just a big-ass culture shock. It was actually Good Kid MAAD City by Kendrick Lamar, in particular the songs Compton, Backseat Freestyle and of course, M.A.A.D City itself. The beat, the lyricism, and the stories it told all struck a chord with me. I got big into Eminem, because I'm white, and shortly after took a second run at Nas and got into Wu-Tang. And for a while people mocked me for my eclectic tastes, but it never bothered me. Some part of me, even then, was working on this thesis, which finally crystalized today:

Country and rap are great for exactly the same reasons, are driven by similar concerns, and suffer from many of the same problems which have warped their images in the eyes of the public.

Now I could try and do some half-assed music theory here, but I'm no trained musician and I confused the shit out of my friends trying to explain it to them until I resorted to something else, which was directly comparing two songs, one classic hip-hop, one classic country. So let's do that.

Don't worry, I won't pull out a deep cut here. Let's go with Big Iron, by Marty Robbins, because it's a banger and I know at least some of you fellas played New Vegas. I won't even make you listen to the whole thing if you don't want, just the first ten seconds. You can go on Lyrics Genius for the rest if you're terrified for the safety of your virgin ears.

Okay, here it is.

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The final fallacy: Nalt, Suppression, and the Unreliable Narrator.

TL;DR: The fallacy Kvothe calls Nalt is the fallacy of suppressed evidence. Suppression of evidence is a recurring theme in the series. Kvothe is an unreliable narrator who suppresses relevant information in the retelling of his life story.

Suppression of evidence is a major theme in the series

Two of the biggest questions in the series are who are the Chandrian (or why do the Chandrian) and where are the Amyr. Kvothe searches the archives for these answers and concludes during a conversation with Maer Alveron that the Amyr themselves are suppressing evidence about their own existence.

>“I found the same thing at the University,” I said. “It seemed as if someone had removed information about the Amyr from the Archives there. Not everything, of course. But there were scarce few solid details.”

>I could see the Maer’s own conclusions sparking to life behind his clever grey eyes. “And who would do such a thing?” he prompted.

>“Who would have better reason than the Amyr themselves?” I said. “Which means they are still around, somewhere.”

Similarly, information about the Chandrian is being suppressed.

> More important, one of the few things I knew about the Chandrian was that they worked to viciously repress any knowledge of their own existence. They’d killed my troupe because my father had been writing a song about them. In Trebon they’d destroyed an entire wedding party because some of the guests had seen pictures of them on a piece of ancient pottery.

>Given these facts, talking about the Chandrian didn’t seem like the wisest course of action.

>So I did my own searching. After days, I abandoned hope of finding anything so helpful as a book about the Chandrian, or even anything so substantial as a monograph. Still, I read on, hoping to find a scrap of truth hidden somewhere. A single fact. A hint. Anything.

Lorren makes an effort to suppress Kvothe’s curiosity about the Amyr.

>“I am not accusing you of engaging in boyish fancy. I am advising you to avoid the appearance of boyish fancy.” He gave me a level look, his face as calm as always.

And

>Lorren brought out a pen and drew a series of hashes through my single line of writing in the ledger book. “I have a great respect for curiosity,” he said. “But others do not think as I do.

So not only does Lorren stymie Kvothe’s search, he warns against further inquiry and crosses out the evidence that shows Kvothe made the search in the first place. This is s

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Cube or GIDLE is not responsible for CLC's failure

let's get the facts straight. CLC debuted after the massive success of 4minute, Hyuna the soloist, BtoB, BEAST and RAIN. They were on the shoulders of giants with large financial padding. They even had their own pre-debut reality "CLC's Love Chemistry". In their first two years they released SIX KOREAN EP's, 1 Japanese EP, 1 Digital Single, 1 OST not to mention the continuous unending parade of promotions. In this entire working process they (to my knowledge) have very little to no contribution in the writing process or production (10% or less). The entirety of their 2 years of work (all EP's included) landed them 30k sales. Which means Cube earned little to nothing (maybe even lost money in marketing and mv production) on CLC. Still in 2018 CLC still got a digital single and an EP and again in 2019 got 3 comebacks.

So in the two years prior to GIDLE's debut (2015-2017) Cube did more for CLC than JYP did for TWICE. But for some reason to the general international kpop fan community CLC's career start was suddenly May of 2018 when Cube decided to debut a new girl group...? because no one seems to talk about the effort Cube put into them for the 3 years prior to GIDLE.

So lets get into it. CLC fans love to cry every GIDLE comeback that GIDLE is unfairly given a higher budget and more promotions than CLC. But has anyone asked why? or how they got this status?

  1. GIDLE is self producing. Cube saves hundreds of thousands in paying upfront fees and royalties to outside producers. Cube essentially forced GIDLE to write their own debut song because their comeback kept being delayed due to the lack of one. At the same time the members were pushing higher than the average age for a idol group (some in their early 20's).
  2. CLC fans did not hound Pentagon who was the obvious resource extractor from CLC's budget in 2016. Undertones of misogyny and jealousy in this one. Pentagon shouldve sparked outrage because they were the group that did more damage than GIDLE couldve ever done to CLC. They debut only a year after CLC and were promoted much, much more heavily diverting large amount of resources.
  3. GIDLE had no predebut promotion that CLC did. GIDLE had one busking video on the streets.
  4. GIDLE's first MV was shot in a warehouse. Still got over 100M views.
  5. Minnie's brother has specifically said Cube did NOT want to invest in GIDLE in the beginning at all. It was after the success of LATATA and HANN that the started taking interest in G
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Is anyone else jealous of well adjusted (or seemly well adjusted people?)

Marked “discussion” cause I honestly just need an ear/I don’t know. Support? I don’t know what I need. Just someone to listen and not judge.

I hate it but I’m boiling with jealousy these days and I can’t be pleasantly positive for others (it’s why I isolate right now I’m not an asshole though,) and I’m not as split off and dissociated as much anymore. Is anyone else boiling with jealousy? I hate this.

I hate that I’m alive so much. I keep fantasizing that I can go back in time and have someone write out the wrongs that happened and re-write it and I start life over and happy.

My mother stayed with an abusive man and chose to have kids cause religion told her to, (Mormon,) her parents expected it, and she expected being a wife and a mother to fulfill her.

Well guess what, the POS would punch holes in the wall early into the marriage then molested her first daughter and she would say over and over and over again he wasn’t abusive and I was the identified family “patent” to hide the abuse. Drugging me up before first grade to hide the trauma symptoms and slapping me and neglecting me privately while she went to the public garnering sympathy for her “special needs” daughter. When I told others about neglect it was met with abuse and her lies so I just started splitting off.

My “father” repeated a cycle like his own father but worse.

He wanted a mini wife out of me it was creepy and I’m just barely coming to terms with shit at 28.

Twenty fucking eight. 2 months ago turned 28 I hate getting older and still struggling through my circumstances when will I get a win especially with this pandemic?

His mother never left their father. Because as long as he is paying a full tithe and “following god” he could loop hole in abuse. Also I know my grandpa showed his grandkids porn. He was a sick man. He knew he just had to be a church goer and he could away with domestic violence.

My father did the same and my mother chose image over my saftey. She casted me as “special needs.”

He would even publicly infantalize me, sexually harass me and mock my sexuality publicly. Quiet room and no one ever stood up.

Cult mentality.

I’ve been blamed for “going along with it.” Or “why didn’t you tell anyone?” I tried to. First my mother.

“The husband comes first.

At 19 I remembered, a 21 it was so bad I had to make a savings in secret.

She cleared a path to blame me. “Special needs.”

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'Cats' - Review Thread

Review embargo just lifted for Cats. Apparently it's purr-ty bad. This is getting absolutely destroyed by critics. Some of these reviews are legit "worst of the year" contenders. Lots of savage (and hilarious) 1/10 or 2/10 reviews. This movie just went from Oscar-hopeful to Razzies-favorite. It's a total trainwreck.

On the bright side, there will at least be some award-winning puns/memes to come out of this. Looks like the trailer backlash was warranted after all.

Rotten Tomatoes Score: 19% - 115 Reviews - 3.75 Average Score

Rotten Tomatoes Critics Consensus:

> Despite its fur-midable cast, this Cats adaptation is a clawful mistake that will leave most viewers begging to be put out of their mew-sery.

Metacritic Score: 33/100 - 41 Reviews - "Generally Unfavorable Reviews"


Boston Globe

> My eyes are burning. Oh God, my eyes.

Collider

> Can you make a movie so bad that the Academy takes back your Best Director Oscar? Asking for Tom Hooper.

The Beat

> Cats is the worst thing to happen to cats since dogs.

Hollywood Reporter

> Cat-astrophic.

LA Times

> "Cats” is both a horror and an endurance test.

Slashfilm

> There is a thin line between idiocy and genius, and Cats pukes a hairball on it and rubs its ass all over it.

Variety

> Nine may not be enough lives for some of the stars to live down their involvement in this poorly conceived and executed adaptation of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s hit musical.

Little White Lies

> I felt the light inside me slowly fading.

The Playlist

> Once Tom Hooper's 110 minutes of Cats are over, theater is dead. And we unchosen ones are left, tragically, to continue living.

[New York Times](https://twitter.com/kylebuchanan/status/1207450721580306432?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1207

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r/triplej's Hottest 100 Revisited is back! Next week, we will look back at triple j's Hottest 100 2009 and vote to see which songs we are still loving today. What will you be voting for?

r/triplej's Hottest 100 Revisited is back! Each year, we wind back the clock and take a look at one of triple j's Hottest 100 countdowns from the archives. This year, we are revisiting 2009's countdown to see which songs we are still loving today.

Voting will open in one week's time, so feel free to have a listen to triple j's Hottest 100 2009 and start thinking about which songs from the countdown would be in your top 10 today. You will also have the opportunity to order your votes from #1-10 for more interesting results.

Dates:

  • Sunday 12 July - voting opens
  • Sunday 26 July - voting closes
  • Thursday 29 July - results

You can follow these links to see the results from previous revisited countdowns: 2012, 2008, 2007, 1997


triple j's Hottest 100 2009 (Spotify 200-1)

  1. [Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Mumford & SonsLittle Lion Man)
  2. [Art vs. Science - Parlez Vous Francais?](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Art vs. ScienceParlez Vous Francais?)
  3. [Hilltop Hoods - Chase That Feeling](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Hilltop HoodsChase That Feeling)
  4. Phoenix - Lisztomania
  5. [Bluejuice - Broken Leg](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=BluejuiceBroken Leg)
  6. [La Roux - Bulletproof](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=La RouxBulletproof)
  7. [Lisa Mitchell - Coin Laundry](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Lisa MitchellCoin Laundry)
  8. [Lily Allen - Not Fair](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Lily AllenNot Fair)
  9. Muse - Uprising
  10. [Florence + the Machine - Dog Days Are Over](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Florence + the MachineDog Days Are Over)
  11. [Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll](https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Yeah Yeah YeahsHeads Will Roll)
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Palace Emerald

Stellarim, the Dorrik twins' building--Clarice's clothing boutique.

Cl: "...and here you are, Ms. Walker."

Clarice, wearing her usual dress that she does when at work, hands a wrapped box over to someone. Another woman, it seems....they accept the box with a grin and a slight 'Excellent~' under their breath, excited to finally try the outfit they had commissioned on. Practically prancing off to the nearest dressing room, the Dorrik girl can't help but giggle quietly, waiting for them to return.

Cl: "Don't get to see many people so excited for a new outfit like that. The joy is infectious."

A minute or so passes...and eventually, the door swings open once more. A single clack erupts in to earshot as a heavy and confident step not too unlike a halted stride is made, the heel finding the floor quite quickly and accurately. Its owner steps out and stretches a little bit, grinning.

?: "How do I look?"

The woman in question can't get rid of the smug and confident expression on her face the whole time. Genevieve Magdara Walker, one of Gage's girl's, and a recent appearance in the real world. After striking her pose, she saunters over to a mirror that was on the wall near Clarice, looking herself over and doing a little spin.

Cl: "Need I say it? You're stunning. Surely the mirror is all the corroboration you need."

G: "Yeah...you're right. But I wouldn't look as good as I do now without your help! The outfit is stellar and has blown my expectations out of the water."

Cl: "Well, when you put forth the money, we put out the effort. I'm glad you like it so much."

G: "I know that's just business, but...I kinda wanna make a joke about how you Dorriks are when it comes to money."

Cl: "Profit, dear Genevieve. That's the name of the game, and however I might rake in more of it, I will gladly do so."

G: "Oh good, you're self aware. Now I don't gotta feel bad about jokes at your expense!"

They both share a laugh.

Cl: "Careful now...anything at my expense may end up costly for the other parties involved."

G: "She's beating me to the punch here, unbelievable. You're alright, Clarice."

Cl: "I'm grateful you think so. Now then--is there anything else I can do for you today?"

G: "Nope! I just came here to pick up the dress. I'll be sure to come back h

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Aqua Belt Part 3: Collapse

“Keep running! For the love of God keep running"

Cobblestone and gravel crunched underfoot as a large group of civilians ran through the desecrated concrete wasteland. Gunfire rang out from all directions, signalling the slaughter of revolutionary and civilian alike at the very devil’s command. The automated defense systems were getting increasingly overloaded by the minute - the raw influx of conflicting data was manifesting in a violence that burned just like the acrid air.

“I...I can’t breathe…”

“KEEP GOING!”

CREEEAAAAKKKKK

The fleeing escapees turned the corner of a fallen skyscraper, and it was only then that they saw it. In the distance, a giant metallic spider robot, far more colossal than any drone in the immediate vicinity. Far deadlier, too; quivering gazes widened at the sight of it brandishing its guns, chrome finishes sparkling ominously in the moonlight. In a piercing whirl, the optical camera on its visor shifted towards the unarmed group, glowing an eerie shade of scarlet.

“W-were done for…”

The robot took a full scan of the visages and vitals of the group that stood in the distance, and compared it to the database. No match.

“Commencing elimination program”

KACHUNK.

A noisy reload of its turret caused a surge of adrenaline to flood through the survivors, and yet their feet would not move. A girl fell to the ground, her limbs too frozen to even attempt to crawl away. It didn’t matter how potent fight or flight responses were; each of them stared at the spider, shaking, unmoving, eyes wide with fear. Fear, the most potent of paralytics.

“Eradication sequence deploy-”

As the civilians prepared for the end, the flashing lights on the death robot suddenly grew dimmer. Chunks of metallic weaponry crashed to the ground, spurring mini dust clouds with their sheer weight. Sparks crawled across its pearly chassis as smoke started to smoulder from its joints; they looked on in shock at the robot which was whirling noisily, almost as if it was in pain. Its powerful titanium legs gave out under its weight, and finally, its machinery groaned to a jarring, caustic halt.

BOOOM!

*A overwhelming combination of surprise and disbelief washed over the survivors, not daring to believe the miracle of being spared. One by one, the robots in the area started to follow suit, collapsing into reeking piles of seething, unfunctional steel. It seemed that the giant, untouchable droid in the center of it all acted as some sort of me

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Final Fantasy VII - Review Thread

Game Information

Game Title: Final Fantasy VII Remake

Platforms:

  • PlayStation 4 (Apr 10, 2020)

Trailers:

Developer: Square Enix

Review Aggregator:

OpenCritic - 88 average - 93% recommended - 61 reviews

Critic Reviews

ACG - Jeremy Penter - Buy

>"While it does have inconsistencies FF 7 Remake is well worth the effort and is an interesting beginning to the world of Cloud"


Areajugones - Juan R. Ufarte - Spanish - 10 / 10

>Final Fantasy VII Remake follow the masterpiece that was the oldest game. Time passes by the works of art that last.


Ars Technica - Sam Machkovech - Unscored

>You get to do a lot in this game's runtime, which is why its 35-plus hours feel as hearty as classic JRPGs of twice that length.


**[Attack of the Fanboy](https://opencritic.com/outlet/116/attack-of-the-fa

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[Bob the hobo] A Celestial Wars Spin-Off Part 0061

PART SIXTY-ONE

I will learn how you fit into this, boy, Daniel declared as he stared over the young man’s unmoving body, for the thousandth time in five hours. From what he’d overheard with the nurses, the Williams would be arriving sometime in the next hour, and that was what he was waiting for.

Because, for nearly two years he’d been part of a task force investigating the existence of an underground slave trade working out of New York, and the severity of this beating had all the signatures of their handiwork.

In fact, the only thing that didn’t make sense to him in this instance was why they had wasted the valuable resource. Before Mason, the victims of this syndicate had been either much older, or much younger. Too much work to sell for too little profit. Daniel had looked over Mason’s age and prior health and there was no question in his mind that someone out there would’ve paid good money for him.

So why beat the hell out of him and leave him for the authorities to find? Anger crept through the detective as the obvious answer came to him. Because even now, we still can’t legitimately tie him to you and you know it, you sick fucks.

For the last two years, Daniel had been playing by the rules and using his ability to read people as the only supernatural means of advancing the investigation. Even this afternoon, as he’d walked through the door, he’d taken a read of the grief-stricken young man’s aura and felt a pang of sympathy for his pain.

Right up until he saw Llyr. That was a game-changer in more ways than one. Especially when the second their eyes met, that bastard’s aura went as cagey as hell and Daniel knew for an absolute fact that he was hiding something.

At first, even though he hadn’t wanted to believe it, he’d thought Llyr was somehow involved in the illegal operation. Everything Daniel knew about the water lord said otherwise, but it would certainly explain why the NYPD hadn’t been able to get anything substantial on them.

Then, Daniel took a better look at young Sam. He was a lot skinnier and a few inches shorter, but the jet black hair and matching eyes were an absolute giveaway, and the coup de grace was the tell-tale presence of a ring on his right hand. The boy was definitely a Nascerdios; just not one he’d ever met before.

And Llyr was all growly and protective of him.

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Fazbear Entertainment: "Evil of Greed" (A Character Study)

Previous Series:

Previous Posts:

Context:

In my last series of posts: I looked at the seven “main” characters in the Five Nights at Freddy’s franchise, and how each character represents an element of Evil and how it can manifest and what it can become. As well as how, in the story of William Afton and his crimes furthering his descent into madness and Evil, the cast on FNaF stage acted as mirrors to each other and what Evil truly looks like. In this series of posts, I’ll be looking at several other lost souls who swayed from the moral path into another aspect of Evil. I will also be looking and analyzing various elements of FNaF’s story telling, and how various forms of symbolism can help explain deeper themes and actions behind the characters, the world, and the story of FNaF.

Note: Just as before, I will do my best to remain unbiased about my analysis, but I concede that any interpretation of symbolism should be taken with a grain of salt. Meanings from one color could mean something entirely different to another reader. So, just like before, I will be using the timeline represented here, as well as the use of the Fazbear Fright novels and Novel Timeline for comparison and similarities to their perspective universes.

Fazbear Entertainment: Evil of Greed

Fazbear Entertainment, Inc. represents the "Evil of soulless corporate greed" (To the surprise of no one).

This omni-corporation of restaurants, video games, television, and toy manufacturer is the definition of a business that cares nothing more then to make money. A business can only survive with consistent growth and profits, a fair and noble reason/goal; but Fazbear Entertainment, to a cartoonish level, is obsessed with making sure that the bottom line is always reached. Tutorial Unit even admits as much in an ad to investors no less.

>Tutorial Unit: "There may be times when you purchase something of questionable quality and we don't blame you. Cutting corners is just good business."

  • Tutorial Units Intro in *Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria Si
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This show is a joke

Not only is every OG cast member (except the toms and scheena Ariana) problematic, but they actually become more bold in their bigotry.

Pretty sure the first time Kristen spoke out about BLM on her socials it was that post talking sh*t on the protests being destructive. And using a video clip of a black mans business being destroyed FROM YEARS AGO?....

Stassi .... we’ve all herd her podcast talking badly about BLM and her getting called out on the show. Nothing changes. She’s so out of touch with her privilege that she boldly talks about abusing adderall as if it’s a personality trait.

Every single POC and LGBTQ+ person on the show is bullied and then discarded (faith, Billie, Logan) ...the show treats pride as some slutty holiday

Jax and Britney.... clearly Jax is homophobic biphobic and racist. He also brags about abusing adderall on the show?.. the preacher BS was actually ridiculous. It’s 2020 and they let that slide for how long? Britney is married to the man and therefore shares his beliefs. Her whole family is homophobic and she’s silent on all issues. He came at faith claiming she was some criminal when he literally has been arrested on the show.

And now Max saying he’s 1/4th black on IG... which is fine except he’s clearly using it to absolve/distance himself of his actions. I understand he identifies as black but he is white passing to the extent that no one would ever racially discriminate against him.

Lala is clearly a culture vulture but the thing that upsets me the most is that she thinks feminism is about being nice to other women????? She literally erases the true meaning of feminism and weaponizes it when the other girls call her out. Wtf bravo.

Anyone else find it weird and alarming that they live in a place as diverse as LA and seem to have zero black and brown friends.

Throw away the whole show... I started watching this show when I was 15 years old. I’m honestly disgusted at how little the cast members have grown. After this season I knew I was done with it. The production team is so incompetent they didn’t even screen the socials of new cast members. I can honestly say I was more socially aware about injustice and privilege at 15 then these full on 30 year olds are now. They’re all only sorry they got caught.

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Is it super insensitive and should I(26F)be upset by my boyfriend(24M) saying "he would sleep with other women straight away if we broke up?

Before me and my partner became a couple last September he was(is) a very sexual person, he had a “rota”, which was a list of girls he would text often and also see and sleep with at different times that all worked around his job and lifestyle. These girls didn't know they were apart of a rota obviously and most seemed to like him and want more from what he has told me about it but when he felt they were getting too attached he would start to cut them off as he didn't want a relationship and had been poly most of his life.

When we met it was an instant connection and electricity between us and that's rare for me the last guy I slept with before him was a year ago so I didn't mind taking it slow as I had a good feeling with him but things just started developing. It was him that wanted us to be together as quick as it was and him who made all the big moves to start with he cut all the other girls off and has made some serious changes for us to be together which is great and I know he is loyal, I don't doubt that at all. He has a crazy sex drive watches porn all the time even though we have crazy exciting sex ALOTTTT. He buys me sex toys for birthdays and Christmas etc, sex is just a big part of him and he has actually told me he is a sex addict. I try to support him but sometimes I struggle to understand his sexual needs, I love sex but I can seperate it from things in life, it feels like sex rules his life and is present in everything. He was even paying for only fans at one point which I wasn't entirely comfortable with.

Anyway skip to the here and now we are living in shared accomodation together and have spent lockdown together which was amazing but just recently me and my bf have considered breaking up recently as something has changed(I don't know if it's all the stress from lockdown and losing a job and other thing's that's caused this change) we still have alot of passion and great sex but we argue more and it's not very nice when we do, it feels immature and I know better. We're currently trying to work through things because we believe we can make it work with some effort on both parts. But then when we were speaking he said he would sleep with other women straight after we broke up because this is what would help him for a while to deal with it, he feels like he would need the affection and to be close to someone.. and now that he has told me this whenever we have sex I picture him doing that very intimate and passionate act straight away wit

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ranked every dg song on my phone

i may have forgot one or two, and i really love almost all of the songs and at least like them all but feel free to get mad at me for placements

  1. billy not really

  2. blackjack

  3. blood creepin

  4. houdini

  5. big dipper

  6. you might think

  7. the fever

  8. up my sleeves

  9. bubbles buried in this jungle

  10. lost boys

  11. come and go wherever (steroids)

  12. on gp

  13. bottomless pit

  14. i want it i need it

  15. punk weight

  16. more than the fairy

  17. spread eagle

  18. spikes

  19. hacker

  20. come up and get me

  21. trash

  22. streaky

  23. my whole life (steroids)

  24. lindas in custody

  25. black qb

  26. klink

  27. double helix

  28. takyon

  29. get got

  30. beware

  31. hustle bones

  32. beyond alive

  33. 5D

  34. have a sad cum bb

  35. centuries of damn

  36. hi! (steroids)

  37. death grips is online

  38. three bedrooms

  39. whatever i want

  40. disappointed

  41. inanimate sensation

  42. turned off

  43. the cage

  44. voila

  45. little richard

  46. the fear

  47. warping

  48. government plates

  49. squeaky (steroids)

  50. this is violence

  51. sey hey kid

  52. two heavens

  53. black body (steroids)

  54. hahaha

  55. bald head girl

  56. flies

  57. system blower

  58. black dice

  59. powers that b

  60. bitch please

  61. full moon

  62. hot head

  63. @deathgripz

  64. lock your doors

  65. pss pss

  66. feels like a wheel

  67. panel movement (steroids)

  68. 80808

  69. lil boy

  70. black paint

  71. death grips 2.0

  72. deep web

  73. giving bad people good ideas

  74. the horn section

  75. bass rattle stars

  76. death grips

  77. ring a bell

  78. guillotine

  79. no love

  80. true vulture

  81. stockton

  82. known for it

  83. world of dogs

  84. anne bonny

  85. big house

  86. thru the walls

  87. cut throat

  88. i break mirrors with my face

  89. ive seen footage

  90. bb poison

  91. fuck me out

  92. dilemna

  93. face melter

  94. lord of the game

  95. fuck that

  96. whammy

  97. artificial death

  98. shitshow

  99. why a bitch gotta lie

  100. birds

  101. outro

  102. bootleg

  103. im overflow

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We Kidnapped A Girl For Ransom. I Still Regret It. PART 1

It all started when I met Mitch.

I was pretty small-time before I met him in the state pen. We were cellmates. He was finishing up the tail-end of a five-year stretch for his part in an armed robbery and attempted murder, and I was just beginning a two-year stint for getting busted for...well, let's just say I was an 'unlicensed pharmaceutical rep' and leave it at that. I had been facing a much heavier sentence, but had cut a deal with the cops and turned in my partners, who were all small-time lowlife punks themselves.

Like I said, I was pretty small-time before I hooked up with Mitch, but Mitch was a seasoned pro who had some big connections on the outside. We were only cellmates for eighteen months before he got sprung, but we hit it off together in that time. At night we'd sit on our bunks after lights out, smoking cigarettes (and passing an occasional joint), talking quietly, just shooting the shit, talking about our pasts. Truthfully, he became the closest thing to a best friend I ever had. I was lucky to have met someone like him. He was a pretty intense guy; kind of scary, really, and had been a career criminal for most of his life. Like me, he'd had a fucked-up childhood and parents who had pretty much ignored his existence until they'd needed a human stress ball to vent their frustrations upon. Unlike me, he was a pretty big guy -- a broad-shouldered, ex-body-builder with a hard, intimidating stare. I know I found him intimidating. He probably could have snapped me in two like a toothpick with one hand if he was so inclined. I was careful to never give him any reason to do so.

He had some clout in the prison and my association with him almost singlehandedly saved me from being "turned out" by the other cons and becoming a plaything passed around in the shower room. Otherwise, I wouldn't have stood a chance on my own inside. I'm not a very big guy, and not intimidating at all.

Right before he got out, he told me if I ever needed work once I got out, he could set me up with a job through his "employer." He gave me his number.

I finished my sentence six months later and the first thing I did was give Mitch a call. I didn't really have anything else going for me. My family had washed their hands of me long ago, I had no friends, and with a tenth-grade education and no real skills or training, the only line of work I was really qualified for was of the kind that entailed cleaning deep fryers, washing cars, or cleaning gutters for minimum wage

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[Excerpt][Child of chaos] Erebus meets his fate

[I shared this because it shows that Erebus is basically the only character in the setting who ALWAYS had a plan what to do. This guy is basically in a certain way smarter than the Emperor, or you could also say he is extremely lucky. Both are somewhat true in my opinion.]

[Context: Erebus tells the reader of his beginning as a Space Marine and explains his perspective of the Great Crusade and where his destiny went into place.]

First, we had to change. We had to become His warriors. We had to cast our old bodies aside and take on new ones, like caterpillars wriggling out of chrysalises. We went into all this knowing that we were donning blasphemous forms, and that our sacred human shapes would be mangled and pummelled by unbelievers. This was a real sacrifice, despite the gifts we knew we would inherit, and I remember the bitterness of it.And we were all too old, in truth. Even though our mortal bodies were still on the cusp of hardening into adulthood, we were beyond the optimal age for the transition. As a result it hurt. It hurt like nothing I have felt before or since. Imagine someone plucking your organs out, twisting them inside out, stuffing them back in, filling your veins with acid and cracking your bones. Many of us died. Some of those who perished badly had been steeped in the ways of the Covenant and that was enough to give the rest of us pause - were we really being looked after?

But I made it. Like an unlucky talisman that keeps popping up, I pulled through and found myself, blinking hard and bleeding softly, on the other side. For the first time in my life, once fully recovered, I was strong. Horrifically so. Where I had previously slunk and slithered, now I could strut. I would stand before my collection of mirrors and marvel at this muscle-wrapped god-form. We learned to fight in new ways, and with new weapons. We learned to drill ourselves into that heavy armour and use it to make us faster than malice. There was a seduction there, one that could have been dangerous. I briefly saw the attraction of the entire Imperial project - a universe of purely material extravagance, bound by ancient science and divorced from the messy realm of the spiritual.

nly briefly, of course. For the most part, the spectacle appalled me. I began to take the scripts on my flesh more seriously, and the marks became longer-lasting. I selected passages from our various books that could be read in a number of different ways,

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MASSIVE SPFBO PLAGUE GIVEAWAY 50+ TITLES 200+ EBOOKS AND 10 PHYSICAL EDITIONS UP FOR GRABS!!!!

Seriously guys, I hope everyone and their loved ones are safe, healthy, and self- isolating if you can. I'm hoping to ease the potential boredom by putting together this giveaway.

What is SPFBO? It's an annual contest held by Mark Lawrence for self-published authors and readers. 300 titles are entered into a contest, divided amongst 10 blogs, and then those blogs pick one book to move forward to the final stage. Each blog then reads the finalists, rates them, and the highest rating wins the contest. It's a great way to find indie authors you haven't heard of or tried yet  - and here's your chance to do it for free!

Most of these are going to be ebooks, but there are some physical editions available. If they have a physical edition being given away, at the bottom it will say "X physical copies"

THIS IS THE FORM YOU MUST FILL OUT TO ENTER THE CONTEST: GIVEAWAY FORM

This giveaway will remain open until Sunday 3/29 12PM EST. I will announce the winners within 48 hours. I'm in healthcare sooooo I may announce the same day or take the full 48 hours to post. It'll depend on Covid fuckery.

I'm going to divide the books into general categories based on the subgenre. They may not all fit perfectly where I'm putting them, but please bear with me. I'll also include a very brief summary of the book (and a link to a review from judges where I can) and the cover :D If you click the title next to the cover it will bring you to the Goodreads page.

It's going to be a long post, folks. Some of the blurbs will be longer than others, because some of these I've read, and others I'm hodgepodging something together from the GR blurb, reviews, and tags.

EPIC:

The Gods of Men  by Barbara Kloss: It's a bit difficult for me to be non-biased about this one. It was Weatherwax's finalist pick for SPFBO4. Epic high fantasy, musical magic, great prose, engaging characters, and a bit of romance that even I got behind. Superstardrifter's Review

Blade's Edge by Virginia McClain: A finalist in SPFBO5 picked by Qwillery: dual POV

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Have Any Other Customer Service Workers Met This Entity?

[Part 3]

Hey y'all, I'm back. For everyone just tuning in, this is part 3 and the final part of this story. As always, you can jump in right here if you really want to, but in that case I guarantee that this story will not make much sense. Of course, I cannot control you, but if you do want to understand what's happening, you can go check out the original post here, and the follow-up here, then come back here for the conclusion.

Alrighty then, on with the update. As I'm sure you noticed by now, I am alive. Physically, I am unscathed. Mentally, I still have amnesia, but I have no new mental issues. Emotionally, the jury is still out. We'll see, I guess. I have learned a lot of information over the course of the past 24 hours. As I'm sure you've guessed from the new change to the title, I have figured out what is haunting me.

That's right, folks. Haunting, in the present tense. I didn't end up getting rid of her, because I honestly don't know if there is a way to get rid of her. At least there isn't when you're a five foot one nonthreatening college dropout like I am. But as far as I can tell, I'm no longer in immediate danger, and I won't be for the foreseeable future. At least, I won't be in immediate danger because of this entity. I imagine other entities are still fully capable of threatening my life.

I do want to apologize to you guys--this story doesn't have some crazy action-packed ending, or anything like that. There's no giant fight with evil cultists, no-one does any demon slaying, and not all of the questions get answered. I guess that's life--this isn't a horror movie or anything, I'm not the heroic protagonist--but still, it feels a little disappointing. I hope you'll stick around until the end regardless--because who knows, maybe this isn't the end. Maybe something or someone out there has further plans. Or maybe not.

I also want to apologize if this feels a little...drier, than normal. This sort of thing does take a lot out of you.

I don't have much else to say, introduction wise. I suppose I'll just pick up where we left off.

After I posted yesterday's update, I had to go into work. It was all business as usual. I was threatened with a knife twice, once by a two-foot-tall man with pointed teeth and green skin, and one by a r

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Curious patterns in lyrics of music bands

I think that "every" music band has an abstract minimalistic writing pattern for their lyrics

you can formulate those patterns with the help of a few concepts that I hope will be intuitive enough

I will analyze: ILiKETRAiNS, Linkin Park, Electric Six, Depeche Mode, The Cure, Assemblage 23, Michael Jackson, De/Vision.

ILiKETRAiNS sings about a situation and an "outcome" in it. What is an "outcome"?

Simple example of an "outcome" is the negative outcome — aftermath

  • How could I Have led these men to their demise And they just follow? (Terra Nova)
  • It was such a lovely party Before the accident occured (The Accident)
  • They've made mountains out of mole hills Let them climb They can chase me to the ends Of the Earth (A Rook House for Bobby)
  • Please don't go into the kitchen That's where the knives are And I won't be held responsible (Stainless Steel)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7LQ9We7Tyc

Linkin Park sings about how the whole life comes to just one event:

  • I'll face myself To cross out what I've become (What I’ve Done)
  • I tried so hard and got so far But in the end, it doesn't even matter (In the End)
  • I'm breaking the habit tonight (Breaking the Habit)
  • After my dreaming, I woke with this fear What am I leaving when I'm done here? (Leave Out All the Rest)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sgycukafqQ

For the next one we need the notion of a "state". What is a "state"?

Simple example of a "state" is an emotional state, a more complex one is just some abstract time slot or state of affairs

Electric Six combines an [emotional] state with an outcome [aftermath]:

  • I watch a movie for a little bit of escapism, release, you know I’m not looking to have my entire world view challenged I don’t like I’ve got to go on a killing spree (Worst Movie Ever)
  • Its methods are filling me with doubt This experience is starting to creep me out (Broken Machine)
  • Emotions defaulting on their loans You spend the rest of your days alone, alone (Psychic Visions)
  • There are Germans in Mexico Taking over tonight Falling in love with your daughter (Germans in Mexico)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSae0v-VHSk

Another way to combine an [emotional] state and an outcome [aftermath] is presented in Depeche Mode songs:

  • We always tried to share The tenderest of care Now look what we have put you through (Precious)
  • *I'm taking a ride with my best friend **I hope he neve
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Respect The Warrior and Battlepug (Battlepug)

The Warrior: Catwulf may have taken all we held dear, but we must not lose ourselves. I once thought this was the way too, Bryony. And we must stop Catwulf. But not do me. Not for you. For the world this is no longer about us. And if you won’t listen to me then listen to him. Battlepug: Snrrfle

#The Warrior

As a boy, he was the sole survivor of an attack by a giant baby seal orchestrated by a mysterious man riding a tiger called Catwulf on the people of Kinmundy, it claimed the lives of The Warrior's mother and father. He was then captured by the northern elves and their cruel king to be forced to fight and fuel the fires of the toy workshop. Eventually, he was allowed to get revenge on the seal and the factory and set about on his quest for revenge on the mysterious man. On his quest he finds friends enemies and a mysterious magical ability to control animals along his adventure.

Strength

Striking

Striking with a weapon

Pulling/Pushing

Cutting/Stabbing

Other

Speed

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So I found a... thing. Possible foreshadowing for future content?

https://imgur.com/a/tAPoNPf

So uh, I found a vulture nailed to the cliffs at Senca Rock. I'm sure lots of people have, but I think this is foreshadowing. Remember before Sheepsquatch dropped and they added some events and locations where you could hear him screaming and find quills? Or the Grafton pawn shop stuff leading up to wastelanders? And the vault 51 overseer's notes scattered around before Nuclear Winter dropped?

This is what's been dubbed a "vulture" by dataminers, it's basically an old scrapped alpha model for a scorchbeast. I'm not sure if there's animation rigging or not for it, but I think it's corpse being here is foreshadowing. Think of this: The Thunderbird. Thunderbirds are, aside from a cheesy early 2000s movie, cryptids that have been spotted all over the US. Famously in Pennsylvania, to my knowledge. Now, in West Virginia there's the legend of the Thunderbird of Owl Mountain. The story says this thing carried off a little girl and her dog, then tore apart a little boy. Basically, they're giant birds often described like hawks, crows, or *vultures.* I think we might be getting another cryptid soonish (like after May, probably.)

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Rot Storm

“The rot! It’s coming!” my grandmother wheezed. She was stationed at one of the windows and had been staring out it all day.

“Grandma… what?” I frowned. I moved to the window to see what she had been looking at, but there was nothing there. Nothing but a clear, blue sky and the dusty ground below.

“The rot!” she wheezed. “It’s coming, Nikki. The rot is coming!” She turned to look at me, her already wrinkled face gnarled with concern. I was sure she was just having one of her fits; Grandma’s mind wasn’t what it used to be.

“Okay, Grandma. Let’s just sit you down,” I said gently. I took one of her arms and guided her to the very worn armchair in front of the TV. Her knitting basket sat next to it on the floor with a plump ball of yarn and two needles.

“But the rot, Nikki! I can feel it! It’s coming!” Grandma clawed at my arm desperately.

“Okay, okay. I believe you,” I lied. “How about I make some tea? It might help calm you.” I switched on the TV and flipped the channels until I came to an old rerun of some game show. I couldn't see how rewatching the same game shows over and over would help keep her mind sharp when Grandma already knew the answers, but she insisted on it. She would throw a fit if we tried to put anything else on, and since my dad wasn’t home, I didn’t really want to deal with one of Grandma’s fits on my own.

“With honey?” Grandma croaked. I nodded and gave her a smile before heading to the kitchen to boil some water. As I opened the cabinet that held the honey, my phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out to see my best friend was calling me.

“Hey, CB! What’s up?”

“Hey, Nikki. I heard you’re on Grandma duty tonight. Want to order some pizza and play board games?” he asked.

“Sure,” I grinned. “I could definitely use some company. I’m not sure when Dad will be back and Grandma’s acting a little…" I let my voice trail off as I plopped a tea bag into a mug.

“Oh, is she having one of her episodes?” CB asked.

“I’m sure she’s just worked up over something she saw on TV. She’s not even making any sense,” I said, waving my hand dismissively even though he couldn’t see it.

“Well, I hope she’s feeling better later. I’d love to finally kick her butt in Scrabble. I’ll see you around six.”

We said our goodbyes and as soon as I hung up, my phone rang again.

“Hi, Dad! When are you coming home?” I asked, hoping the eagerness in my voice wasn’t obvious.

“Hey kiddo, I should be home sometime tonight. How’s your grandma doing?” my dad’s

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Question for fans of JM that are serious musicians - what do you think of fans like me?

For some context, I think the first time I ever heard of John Mayer is from someone's comment saying, "All John Mayer fans are either aspiring guitarists or horny teenage girls."

I probably fall more closer to the latter. I'm 19F and only discovered John two years ago. The only musical background I have is taking piano lessons for three years and playing trumpet all throughout high school. Needless to say though, in those two years he has become my absolute favourite musician in the entire world, and even got to see him in concert, floor-seated on his most recent tour. I love his personality, I love his voice, I love the stories he tells with his music, and although I have limited knowledge on this I think I can at least acknowledge his amazing guitar skills. I also love all his songs from all his albums.

A little taste of my favourites include St. Patrick's Day from RFS, Wheel from HT, Vultures from Continuum, Edge of Desire from BS, Whiskey, Whiskey, Whiskey from B&R, Badge and Gun from PV, and Emoji of A Wave from TSFE.

But there's the thing. I'm not going to lie and say that seeing all the fans of JM here that are serious musicians isn't seriously intimidating. When you guys can point out how actually difficult that lick is technically to play, or how lyrically and melodically complex a track is, it's crazy cool to see you talk about it, but again, seriously intimidating. And I felt the need to prove I am a worthy JM fan, even just now, by listing all my favourites, and that I am not just a generic horny teenage fan.

I'm sure anyone here, especially the older fans, are not strangers to the mass sex appeal JM has had over the years and the love he has received from fellow fans of my demographic. But my appreciation and love for his music should be enough for me to be able to prove that I am worthy enough to be a fan of John Mayer, regardless of my musical knowledge.

But now I'm wondering, not out of disrespect but out of pure curiosity, what do you, "aspiring guitarists," really think of us, "horny teenage girls"? What about those of you who fall in between? Do you think there is an aspect of John you will understand whereas we would not? And vice versa? What do you think John thinks of these categorically different groups of fans he has?

I'm excited to know, and learn! Thank you:)

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We found a statue of a woman down by the river - Part 3 - The Kothepo

Part 1

Part 2

Aunty Andy wouldn’t let us back in our rooms. She gathered up blankets and pillows and kept us all in the lounge-room.

“Is Liam gonna hurt us?” I said with my blanket up to my eyes. The two winced in surprise obviously forgetting for a moment that I’d read about him in the book.

“No I’ve told the police and their on the way now,” said Aunt Andy. “I’m gonna call for your Uncle to come here as well.”

I feel like she was trying to downplay the situation to keep us calm.

“Can we have the books?” asked Lou. “I want to read the rest.”

Aunt Andy shifted uncomfortably on the spot before getting to her feet. She nearly ran for the corridor. I felt like the dark window was watching us. I wish we could draw the blinds but I didn’t want to get up and go over. I buried my face away in my blankets.

“Here you go,” said Aunt Andy, reappearing with the books. Dad got up from the couch.

“Cup of tea?” he said in his quiet voice. “Hot chocolate?”

He limped around the kitchen, getting us all hot drinks. I opened up the book and continued reading.

*

Dandelion of course can’t tell you what happened on the river, so I’ll let you know.

We walked, single file out of the clearing. The rest of the community were playing mournful music, thumping drums like a funeral dirge. As we approached the river, we broke into two groups, the boys putting the raft down at the riverbed, the girls continuing into the forest. There were teary faces and sniffling everywhere.

All of us boys climbed into the raft and Glen pushed us into the water before climbing in after us. We began to drift gently away. Our little lethal river trip had begun.

Including me, there were eight guys on the raft. Morris, formally Luna had come out as trans when we were kids. I used to think that although the cult was terrible the one good thing about it was that it wasn’t bigoted. Morris only got flack for not changing his name to something nature-themed. Dandelion pointed out to me later that Liam’s little love party only had white people in it so all the adults were most likely racist. I hadn’t even realized that.

Then there was Sky. Something happened to him a few years before. He’d always been a bit slower than the rest of us, but suddenly he stopped talking and was prone to crying fi

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All Jojo's copypastas ever

Ghiaccio/Venice Copypasta (Part 5):

You know Paris, France? In English, it's pronounced "Paris" but everyone else pronounces it without the "s" sound, like the French do. But with Venezia, everyone pronouces it the English way: "Venice". Like 'The Merchant of Venice' or 'Death in Venice'. WHY, THOUGH!? WHY ISN'T THE TITLE DEATH IN VENEZIA!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? IT TAKES PLACE IN ITALY, SO USE THE ITALIAN WORD, DAMMIT! THAT SHIT PISSES ME OFF! BUNCH OF DUMBASSES!

The Cheese song/Pizza Mozarella Copypasta (Part 7):

All right then, fine. The title is "The Cheese Song". Ah-hem. Hn... Here I go. Pizza, mozzarella~ Pizza, mozzarella~ Rella rella rella rella Rella rella rella rella Rella rella rella rella Pizza, mozzarella~ ...And that's how it goes! What do you think? The second verse repeats with "Gorgonzola". Zola zola zola zola zola zola~ So? whaddaya think?

Josuke's/Gappy's Fry Song (Part 8):

I like large fries, I like large fries, I like large fries, but not fried chicken. Not fried chicken, not fried chicken, I just want those crunchies. I like large fries.

Head Doctor Copypasta (Part 8):

Did you perhaps… Come here… Intending to ‘Pursue’ me? I see… So you are pursuing me… I understand. So then, the lid of this jar, have you tried opening it? What I’m saying is… Simply looking at that jar from the outside, you wouldn’t know for certain that what’s inside it is a ‘Fruit’, no…? Isn’t that right? Though it certainly seems to be fragments of ‘Something’… But looking from the outside, those may be potato fragments… or perhaps onion fragments… it may not look like an onion… but that definitely looks like it could be a large mushroom! How can you be so definitive in saying that what’s inside that jar is a ‘Fruit’? I’m explaining the fact that you ‘Opened’ the jar. Because you received that package, you opened the lid with your hands, you ‘Smelled’ it. And it’s because it gave off the sweet and sour scent of a ‘Fruit’… that you came into this room thinking it was a ‘Fruit’. You got all excited thinking ‘I’ve got an exclusive scoop here’, didn’t you? And then… you perhaps got some fruit juice from the lid stuck to your finger. Just a little of it. Or perhaps you were careless and licked that finger. If fate were particularly unlucky, there’s a rather good chance that when you were putting the lid back on, some fruit juice seeped into a small cut on your skin or your fingernail.

Yoshikage Kira copypasta (Part 4):

My name is Yosh

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Huge fight over main character's race in WIP.

EDIT2: I'm curious at the fact that we've had an interesting and civil discussion here, and my post has been downvoted to zero. Any explanation for that?

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I'm pretty flooded right now, I have to admit. But I feel like I need to get this off my chest and get some perspective from strangers.

My WIP takes place in a foreign (fantasy) land that vaguely resembles the Victorian era. My main character is a made-up race that (tends to have) brown skin, curly hair, and golden eyes.

I've taken a lot of heat about this from angry internet strangers. It's confusing to me, because this character is not African-American or Mexican or Indian. She simply doesn't appear to be a white girl.

Oh, the important part of this story: I am white.

Why is my main character brown? Two reasons: first and foremost, that's what she looked like to me in my head when I thought of her. I can't help that. Sometimes my characters are redheads. Sometimes they look like they (or actually do) come from Asian descent. Sometimes they look exactly like David Tennant. My characters appear to me how my characters appear to me.

But once I got challenged on it, I guess the second reason emerged: I've already written a book about a white kid doing things. We have lots of that in the world. I'm not sure what's served by my being so cowed and frightened that all I do is write books about white people doing things.

My character does not suffer oppression or racism. I'm not trying to claim an understanding of those issues nor am I trying to shoehorn them into this story. Her race of people just have brown skin. That happens, doesn't it? So it's a little brown kid magically saving the day instead of a little white one doing it. That's all I see.

I just got into a huge and horrible fight with someone I care very much about. They are brown. I expected them to take my side, knowing me as they do, and understanding my motivations. Had they said, "look, the world is a messed up place and things are particularly touchy right now, so even though I agree with you and you're not doing something wrong, now is just maybe a bad time to try it"... I could've understood.

But they didn't. They said, "I just don't understand why you're trying to write a brown character right now. Is it to capitalize on the current climate? Is it to fight back against something?" and I asked, "so you think I'm wrong to do this?"

And they said, "yeah." That really hurt and made me upset, and made me

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I Guess That Concludes Negotiations!

((takes place following the melee at Highgarden. see this thread))

Dead.

That’s all Alyssa saw, sensing as if for the first time just how much her grandfather shrank in his final years. For all the memories she knew lived on solely within her mind now, there was little in the way of loss, only a reinforcement of her epiphany: the Lord Alyn of Goldengrove died long ago, replaced by a hollow shell. Now that shell was no more. His body laid out on a stone slab in Highgarden’s Sept for the time being, awaiting the orders of, well, whoever presumed to take hold of the family going forward. Alyssa intended to, more than she’d ever wanted to do anything. Yet for all her yearning she elected to wait, knowing the sweetest, most secure path would be the longest no matter how it made her ache. Uncle Gyles would get his, but she wanted to ensure he’d get it so badly there would be no question of her authority over her mangled family.

Because as she realized immediately following her grandsire’s demise, she’d be the one holding authority. Alyssa wanted to thank the gods for taking him while they were at Highgarden, in part due to the assembly of great lords but also because she had a better idea of where to find Byron. He wasn’t at the melee or the joust before that, as for all his jesting nature he didn’t seem to partake in rowdiness when it seemed closest to decency. Herself, she wouldn’t mind a drink; to chase off the ever-present heaviness that tugged at the edges of her mind, to drown out what waited beyond and what would soon surround her. She plucked the twigs from Byron’s hair nearly as soon as she yanked him from the muddy hut where she found him, resigning herself to the presence of its aftermath at the ends of her brother’s dark, wavy locks. Gods knew she had enough to worry about without attempting to wrangle Byron above a washing basin while he was enthralled by one of his voluntary maniacal states. He’d subdued himself to sitting on a pew, legs criss-crossed as he chilled in the dark drape given to him by Nettie.

Nettie changed swiftly after her family’s merriment at the tourney had ended. There was little in the way of piety in how she dressed: in dark silks she brought to King’s Landing with a matching shawl coiled about her arms behind her back and a neckline that parted about her chest. A heaviness pulled at her features as she looked down to where her

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My experiences & why I think that you’re never truly ‘out’

I’m a long time lurker, first time poster and a few things have been bugging me lately, so I’d like to get them off my chest.
First things first, by the time I was born, my mother was already an avid member of this cult, and not without good reason. She came from a large but poor, uneducated, die-hard catholic family in an economically and politically turbulent Poland. She married a man who turned out to be a violent alcoholic, incapable of taking care of her emotionally or providing for a family. I believe she miscarried her first child, eventually bringing my brother and me into the world respectively. I think that when they eventually came to her with their fairy tales, she was likely looking for a way out, feeling trapped in a life with no love, no prospects and no hope, and was therefore an easy target for the vultures.
It’s tough not to hate her for inviting that poison into our lives with such zealous enthusiasm, but because of all those factors, I try not to. I guess after finally having found the light of ‘The Truth’ amidst all of that bleak darkness, suddenly everything seemed to make sense to her.
My father however, never joined. Naturally, my mother stuck by him, as per her delusional beliefs. I suspect she thought that the whole kill them with kindness and a shining example shtick might eventually turn him onto ye olde path of righteousness.
I was told that various brothers and sisters tried to convert him with personal bible studies, but apparently found him to be too inquisitive and stubborn in his questioning of the good book and it’s reliability. It didn’t dawn on me until recently that, besides being a volatile alcoholic who only cared about himself and his drink and clearly needed a professional intervention followed by rehab and not a little bible class with a bunch of fucking painter decorators, maybe he actually still had enough brain cells left to see right through their nonsensical bullshit.
I remember that from a very early age, I was dragged to three meetings a week - two at a Kingdom Hall really far from where we lived, as well as one group study at a member’s home somewhere, plus door to door and street ministry during days off.
My older brother was already a pioneer, baptised at around 16, and the apple of my mother’s eye as you can imagine, although, I must admit, he wasn’t completely brain washed back then. He actually listened to a lot of cool music, even got me into a tonne of great bands and we would often get

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The terrible agony of the cult; being POMI

Some details are changed so as not to give myself away too much, but this is 99% accurate. Triggers for suicide and homophobia.

My cousin (we’ll call her Nikki) recently had been acting weird, this was going back a few months pre-COVID and they were isolating themselves, saying some pretty negative things about the organization and the elders. She confided in me that she hated service and didn’t want to do it, and the only reason she was staying a pioneer was because she didn’t want everyone guilting her when she was already getting harassed enough about other issues, all petty small things. She was burned out and depressed, which would be obvious to anyone outside the cult.

It felt like she was in the process of waking up; less meeting, basically no service, no personal study, doing things just for fun socially, expressing herself more openly about things that included politics. She stayed with some family on the other side of the country for a few months and she told me while she was away that she reached out to the elders because she was having problems and they never got back to her, one said that they could talk after the lockdown was over, whenever she gets back in a couple months. So no one is there to ‘help’ her.

Anyway, fastfoward to recently and she comes out as a lesbian. Not what I expected at all. It’s going to blow a hole in her family who are all super PIMI, already Nikki’s sister has said she won’t ever speak to Nikki again since she ‘made her choice’, even though Nikki hasn’t been DFed or even had anything happen with the elders. Me and Nikki talked about it and she said she’d known since at least about 9 that she liked girls, that she had zero interest in men. All this time she’s suppressed those feelings, and that she’s thought about suicide a few times because she wasn’t able to rid herself of these ‘wrong’ feelings, no matter how hard she prayed or studied or how much she threw herself into the ministry.

I talked to Nikki, I trust her and know that she won’t say anything and talked about my own doubts and not wanting to be a JW. I went in to my issues, mostly sticking to 607 BC and the generations. This was too complicated and didn’t make any impact on her, but said it didn’t bother her what I believed. She told me she still believes it’s true, that JWs have the truth, that the signs point to this being the last days and that Jehovah will have to step in soon. Even though she believes she couldn’t keep living like that anymore,

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Character for book needed

I’m in need of a piece of art depicting the bad guy in a book I’m writing about a kidnapping. He’s known as “The Bird Man”. Here are a couple of excerpts from my book that describe him:

“His narrow frame gave off an almost fragmented appearance, as though his bones and his sockets were not meant to be connected.”

“He gave an angular smile and reached out boney pale fingers to intertwine with Sarah’s. The little girl drew back slightly at his cold touch, scrunching her eyebrows together. This man, whom she had come to think of as the Bird Man, was scary. His brows sat low over his eyes, casting his beady gaze into shadow.”

He’s between 50-60 years old and his posture at times resembles a vulture. His features are angular and shadowed.

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Cynthia, the Mindless Messenger (New/"Real" Ver.)

Opening Note: This will be my official entry for the June 2020 Contest. The original version of Cynthia still exists, but will not be used for the contest.

Cynthia, the Mindless Messenger

Short Bio

“Look at horizon. Filled with trash to clean. So, I become broom.”

- Cynthia

Once upon a time, fate made the mistake of provoking the Avarosan tribe’s own Cynthia Ronaar. Shattered by the teachings of her tribe’s history and the dark voices from below, she no longer follows a set path of pure light or pure darkness. Their powers fuel and tempt her, but her goals remain clear: remove the planets, leave the stars be, and let life reach its true pinnacle without the physical tethers (planets) that hold it back. Though she wishes to spare life so that it may flourish in spirit, her goals may not be quite as benevolent as she thinks they are.

Overview

Role: Vanguard

Lane Preference: Top

Off-Meta Lanes: Support, Mid

Attributes:

Difficulty: 3 Damage: 2 Toughness: 1
Utility: 1 Control: 3 Mobility: 2

Base Physical Appearance:

  • At base, Cynthia is a fair-skinned, young-looking girl with a thick, messy blonde ponytail of hair that nearly covers her whole head. She has an unendingly emotionless, yet ever-tired stare in her eyes, one of which has a cotton-candy blue iris, the other a shining red iris.
  • In her constant struggle to keep the demons of the darkness from consuming her and the heavenly celestials from claiming her, Cynthia’s attire has been worn down to simple necessities. She wears a slim, black half-breastplate that only covers her upper torso. Her lower torso is covered by just a large cloth of black moleskin, dirty and bloodied from years of keeping the monsters in. While her shoulders are covered by chainmail short-sleeves, her arms are coated by “hives” of darkness with lesions of pure light sprouting from them. These hives extend all the way down to her legs, which are covered only by a tattered black skirt and high moleskin boots.
  • VOICE (concept): Something like the YouTuber “Melodify.”

ISkin: Cult of the Void Cynthia

  • The entirety of Cynthia’s eyes are enveloped by glowing purple, and her hair turns short and brown (but still messy). Black marks of corruption creep up her exposed face.
  • Cynthia wears a hooded blue cloak with a purple emblem of Icathia on the back. Her body is covered in a ful
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Room 1911: An Exorcist Walks Into a Bar

I had to admit, for the alleged location of a sinister cult gathering, the hotel was rather lush. The place was all lacquered wood and vault ceilings, soft red carpet over marble floors and polished bronze everywhere you looked. Massive French windows flooded the lobby in cool winter sunshine. Tall plants stood potted like green sentinels as you walked through the rotating glass doors. I took a deep breath and caught the smell of fresh lemon and ageless wood.

A posh experience, for sure. Even the walls seemed to bleed classical music.

The lobby was lively but not too crowded and I was able to walk right to the front desk without waiting in line. Unfortunately, reception was an empty chair with an old speaker box. A little sign rested against the speaker: “Back in eight minutes. Press the red button for service.” Before I could tap the speaker, a soft voice chimed in from over my shoulder.

“Checking in?” the voice asked.

I turned to see a well-dressed young man standing behind me. He wore a navy blazer with red piping, a red tie and rimless spectacles in front of accommodating eyes. There was a shiny golden nametag pinned to his label: Concierge.

“Yep,” I said, “Reservation for Eric [redacted].”

The Concierge walked around behind reception and glanced down at something I couldn’t see.

“Of course,” he said, looking up. “Room 1911. One night, already paid. Excellent. Please sign the registry.”

He smiled as I jotted down my name and room number. Then he handed me a large brass key.

“We hope you enjoy your stay,” he purred.

“You, too,” I replied, immediately wincing at how stupid that sounded since he was on the clock. I briefly flirted with the idea of returning the key, leaving the hotel and stepping into traffic. I decided to live with my embarrassment and slinked off towards the elevators.

It was the nicest hotel room I’d ever stayed in. The bed was soft and clean, the bathroom spacious, and the curtains looked like they cost more than my first car. Sunlight poured in through the wide, clear windows. Windows, plural. My room had two of the suckers. I was feeling about one small crown shy of a kingdom.

I didn’t actually know how much the room cost but I was pretty certain it was out of my price range. The reservation was pre-paid by the same mysterious benefactor who emailed me the tip about the hotel hosting a convention for the Redburn Cult, also known as the Holy Order of the Royal Acre of the Great Eight. The Red 8s for short. I’d b

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Biters

Stellarim, a limo pulling in to the city...

A woman softly hums while looking in to a mirror in the back of the limo, one leg crossed over the other while the lifted leg gently bounce to the tune she was making. One hand holds up the portable mirror while the other held glossy red lipstick, which she applies before puckering her lips a moment--releasing them to make that 'pop' sort of noise before smiling quite smugly. Both items are put away in a purse that sat on the floor and she leans back to relax for now, looking over at the passenger who was with her.

A: "So I heard you done checked out that spa run by one 'a them Dorrik cuties. Didja like it?"

That woman who now spoke with her intense southern accent was Amanda Walker, an unforgettable face, among other things. Sat in the car with her was her daughter (mild nsfw) Blossom Walker, a gorgeous young woman who works as a model in town. Today was more of a relaxation day however--Even Amy isn't keeping so busy she can't afford to make time for her kids.

B: "Yeah, I did! The treatment was spot on, really helped me wind down from the day."

A: "That so? Glad t'hear it~. I ain't heard one bad thing about it so I might just go check it out sometime soon. Guess I shouldn't be surprised, though--Frahj's girlies are all hard workers."

B: "I haven't met them myself, actually."

A: "We gotta fix that, sugar! They're all real nice. Their momma is just a right cutie pie, she is. Real short, soft spoken, smart, ice powers..."

B: "....That sounds like Clara."

A: "I mean...technically it is. Frahj's lady is Claire, her identical twin sister."

B: "Ohhh, okay. Yeah, I wouldn't mind."

A: "Fer now, though..."

*The limo comes to a halt, the door unlocking. Amy pushes it open and makes her usual entrance where rather than step out right away, she places one of her legs out of the car door on the ground first, stretching slightly before the rest of her follows. The 7 foot tall woman moves out of the way while drumming her fingers rhythmically along the top of the car door, her daughter following suit in a more normal fashion...but like her mother, she holds the outstanding feature of height, matching Amy's own at the same number. Pushing the door shut, the mother turns around to start walking with Blossom at he

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Spider Man: Life Story | Series Finale

Season 6: The 2010's

Director(s) - Matt Reeves & Vince Gilligan

Episodes 1-8 Recap:

In 2012, Peter Parker (Sean Penn) is unable to cope with the death of his son, now being a depressed alcoholic who's constantly harassed by a paparazzi following him revealing his identity during The Superhuman Registration Act. Superheroes are now used as tools of the American government, which is led by President Tony Stark (Aaron Eckhart). However, everything changes for Peter when he's approched by teenager Miles Morales (Caleb McLaughlin), who reveals that he has the same powers as Peter. Despite this, Peter refuses to work with Miles, leaving him disappointed and alone in rain. Eager to prove himself, Miles sets off to be Spider Man on his own, developing his own homemade Spider Man suit and stopping crimes throughout the city. That night, Peter sees news footage of 'The New Spider Man', causing Peter to go into a panic attack, telling himself that the kid is gonna get hurt and it's all going to be Peter's fault. As this happens, Victor Richards (Aaron Paul) is revealed to be alive, who is now attempting to reactivate the Beyonders' mothership in order to get back to Earth and get revenge on his brother Reed (Russel Wong). Back on Earth, Miles decides to go after the monstrous Venom (Brad Pitt), but is quickly defeated and nearly killed. As Miles escapes, Venom picks up his scent and runs back to his house, where he devours Miles' father Jefferson (David Oyelowo). As this happens, Peter visits his son Ben's grave only to find his ex-wife Mary Jane (Patricia Arquette). While they do mourn together at first, Peter and Mary Jane soon get into a bitter argument, and afterwards, Peter looks t old pictures of him, Mary Jane, and Ben, resulting in him bursting into tears. Several days later, Miles blames himself for Jefferson's death, and his mother Rio (Zoe Saldana) forces him to stop being Spider Man. Soon after this, Miles confronts Peter about what happened, who tells Miles about all the people he lost being Spider Man, saying that this is the exact reason he wanted Miles to not take up the role. After a long talk with Miles, Peter ultimately decides that he needs to be Spider Man again and works together with Miles to defeat Venom. Following this, Peter becomes sober for the first time in years, and Miles explains his motivations to Rio, who then reluctantly lets Miles continue being Spider Man. Back with Victor, he manages to activ

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FrogBeard: My High School Stalker

I give full permission for this to be used by Mark Narrations and 2 other I'm sending it to, if they so choose.

This is a long one, but I don't feel like doing a TL;DR, so deal with it.

Warning: this story takes place from1984 -1988, some of the words & phrases from that era will be used, so please bear with me.

This is the tale of how I spent my High School years with one of the most annoying, arrogant, creepy & cringy neckbeard/incel/stalkers it's been my displeasure to know. Also, the term neckbeard didn't exist yet, so we called people like him either Geeks or Assholes.

Setting: a public HS in San Francisco CA in the mid to late 80s

The players: Me, Raven; 5'6", red hair, green eyes, Wiccan-Mod-nerd girl, who's into books, music, art, reptiles, Monty Python, sarcasm & sci-fi. Tony; new kid, Texan, friend. Not a major player, but important later. Maryjane; friend, sidekick, loudmouth & the queen of smarmy. Anna-maria: classmate & study partner Ms. Swan; teacher, friend & neighbor. Football players 1-3: overprotective 'big brothers' I'd tutored. And the main character, FrogBeard: the 'Walking Hemmeriod', I had to endure.

Now to the story. I was not a popular girl the first 2 yrs of high school. I was chubby, a Mod (think Goth, but with color), was extremely sarcastic, especially when dealing with idiots and sadly - because of a poor choice of friends during freshmen yr - had a reputation for being 'Easy', which Will be important later.

FrogBeard was my age and I shared many classes with him. From the start, he was an annoying blohard and a creep.

*Let me tell you about Frogbeard: he was 5'11", tubby, almost fat, having the muscle tone (& pallor) of half melted marshmallows. He was Chinese (not relevent, just fact), with a big, round head, thin lips, big, beady eyes that bugged out slightly & a large, saggy second chin that added to his amphibian appearance. His hair was a cross between a Beatles-do & a bowl haircut done by a someone having a seizure while using a Flobee. He wore the same black trenchcoat, black (sometimes grey) sweatshirts (my little pony didnt exist yet), sweatpants & sneakers.

This was his outfit for the entire 4 yrs of HS.

He didn't have a beard, didn't smell, but did have severe halitosis and like all his brethren, was elitist, pompous, sexist, lazy and LOUD. He loved the sound of his own voice. He walked around school carrying books such as; Nabokov, Tolstoi, Shakespeare

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[2573] Through the Woods and Over the Hill (Part 1 of 3)

Looking for feedback on a novella-length piece I've been working on. Any ideas for improvement are welcome!

Chapter I

An aroma of stale, burnt coffee and cigarettes hung in the air. The acrid stench had settled into the walls and woven its way into the very foundation of the place. Cracked linoleum lined the floors and the streaky, grease-smudged windows looked out onto a weedy parking lot dotted with half rusted cars. A single waitress slumped behind the counter, scrolling through her phone, looking bored while a heavily bearded patron sat at the counter nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee, clad in a flannel jacket worn to the threads, his boots caked with mud.

Two men sat in one of the booths. One of them, a small, lean man with a smattering of greasy hair, leaned across the table, and spoke in a hushed tone. The table jutted into his hairy stomach, which peeked out from under his tight shirt. His companion sat with his hands clenched on the table, his plate of food untouched.

“I know you need the money, John. God knows your little girl’s mom is doing fuck-all to help out. Needle poking out of her arm, stumbling around looking half dead. You know I found her passed out in the back of the CVS down the block last week? Nearly gave her a shot to bring her back, she was so gone. Haven’t I always taken care of you, John? I hooked you up with them races when you first come back and had nobody.” Smoke billowed from his mouth and floated towards the ceiling in ribbons.

John looked out the window at the steel grey curtains of wind-blown rain undulating across the parking lot and back towards the man across from him.

“This isn’t some little job you’re asking for here, Scouser. This is dangerous - those guards don’t fuck around. Half of them want to play the hero, clean their guns every night, just begging for some half-wit scumbag to come knocking so he can put a notch in his belt and go home with a war story,” John said.

“That’s in your head, John-boy. These guys are just collecting a paycheck, they don’t care about the merchandise. This is an easy job for you. All you have to do is drive, like you done a thousand fuckin’ times on that track. Hell, should be even easier, this bein’ on asphalt and all.”

“Who’s the other guy?” John asked.

“Mickey Heller”

“Oh fucking hell Scouser, Mickey? Mickey is fucking nuts, we’ll get pinched two minutes into the damn job.”

“He’s not like a few years back, that year upstate mellowed him out.”

“Bullshit, Scous

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Love the Smell of Anthrax in the Morning

OK, so every army has essential support and logistics: Electricians, IT, Mechanics, Nurses, ...and among these, often forgotten except whenever a movie needs a villain, is the Military Scientist.

Hi.

Out of Norwegian High School I became a combat medic, and planned a life on UN missions. But, eventually, peace broke out in the Balkans, my spine needed some time to heal, and somehow I ended up with a PhD in biolog and was working biosecurity with the people the military keep around to worry about ABC weaponry.

Thing is, the lab may determine every molecule of a bacteria but still not really know what it actually does out in its natural habitat when left to its own devices. Now, releasing bioagents like plague and anthrax where it is convenient to study them is generally frowned upon, so we have to go to them, although it is safe to say that the places where these diseases are to be found tend to have some other things going on as well. So not all civilians find it a good idea to go there to take a closer look.

Which is why we have a job.

...

First, a little briefing for those unfamiliar with Namibian history:

When the German Empire occupied what is today Namibia, one of their grand schemes was to use the dry scrubland for cattle production on an even bigger scale than the people who lived there already did. To this end they wanted to keep diseases like rinderpest from spreading south from Angola, and they did this in the time-honored fashion; building the Great Veterinary Fence all the way from the border with Botswana in the east to the Skeleton Coast/Namib desert near the South Atlantic coast in the west. North of this fence they decreed cattle farming illegal.

Their actions included genociding the (great)grandparents of my current grad students, and succeeded in creating a large swathe of wilderness in the border regions between Namibia and Angola. This region, containing today's Etosha National park among other things, is mostly dry semi-desert and with so little vegetation and few roads that when anthrax (Bacillus anthracis) has outbreaks in the wild zebras, springbok, wildebeest and elephants, there is neither enough fuel to burn carcasses nor enough roads to get heavy equipmen

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Update: Told my mom I'm getting married. She's upset she wasn't the first person I ran to.

She's now in a two-week timeout. My past post is in the profile for background but the summation is: I told her about my courthouse wedding, she was miffed, then found out she wasn't the first to know and got pissed and went on a guilt trip.

Well we got married! Yay!! Hubby had bed head and I was wearing my favorite coffee shirt. His best friend and mine were there. It was exactly what we wanted.

I called my dad after to let him know, he and my step mom were extremely congratulatory and offered to take us to dinner to celebrate. Awesome! (At least I have one set of supportive parents, and I am a huge Daddy's Girl ^TM^ ) This reaction is important.

Then, Saturday, Mom invited me to breakfast with her and my stepdad. She opened with the following conversation (as close as I can remember it, I was a bit enraged by the second sentence):

Mom: I'm only going to say this once. Your Dad and I were extremely disappointed in you. Didn't you think we would have wanted to see our only daughter get married?

Me: (dumbfounded. It's 7am and I haven't had coffee yet. I'm sure I looked like a goldfish for a second. Also, leave my Dad's name out of your mouth, he hasn't spoken to you in 12 years.)

Mom: And you don't think that I'm important enough to tell first? I'm your mother, of course I want to know when you're engaged, and I wanted to stand up with you like [Friend] did.

Me: Mom. This wasn't about you. This was about me doing the paperwork to make my marriage official with my husband. If it hadn't been legally necessary, we wouldn't have done even that much. But we wanted to start our lives together our way, with no huge production.

And then, dear MildlyNoMil readers, is when she threw in The Line. The Line is what she always pulls out to make me grovel at her feet, beg for forgiveness, and cave to what she wants. It is also the line that I told my husband she would pull out, and when she did, she was going on a timeout.

Mom: Well, if your intention was to hurt me, you've done a really good job.

I wish I could say that I stood up and left, but I was too weak-willed and honestly a little desperate for coffee to get myself functioning. So instead:

Me: Mom, it'll probably come as a shock to you, but I don't honestly think about you enough to plan my entire life around what would hurt you the most. I'm trying to start my married life in a way that works for myself and [Hubby].

Then she wanted to hammer out a date for the BBQ, but I shut that down saying

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I found a metal box in the junkyard. I’m having trouble processing what's inside.

This is Part I

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Friday 5/1/2020

I’m sitting in my living room typing this and I still feel like it's some sort of joke.

Maybe a project that was forgotten? Something silly that actually has a rational explanation.

Frankly, I’m pretty sure if anyone else had found this, they’d probably have blown it away as anything but what it actually claims to be. However, due to some...events in the past, I’m more than inclined to believe in the possibility that it might be true. That this world really is filled with vastly secretive and hidden knowledge and forces far beyond the scope of what we see and believe.

I mean, shit, I haven’t even told my wife yet. The last thing I want is to add onto the pile of crap we’ve been through. She doesn't need more unexplained phenomena rattling her life.

Maybe one day I'll share our story, but for now, I want to focus on this. And by this, I mean the metal box I found as the title claims. See, I’ve been doing a lot of reading in this subreddit while stuck inside, but I never really thought I’d actually collaborate until today, after I went to my town’s junkyard and paid my buddy, Arthur, a visit.

Now, I’ve known Arthur for some time. Nice older guy and one hell of a white mustache. He pulls it off quite well. There was nothing that told me this would be different than any other time.

I’d gone to him after he called me to let me know he'd had a few more cars come in. Wanted me to see if there was anything I’d want before letting the vultures go for them. Arthur knew I was working on a few projects, so he always gave me a heads up when he had new stuff come in. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

Wife was busy on her computer when I got the call. Working from home had been a dream of hers, but there were some mornings I knew she just wished she’d actually leave the house. I told her where I was going, kissed her beautiful face goodbye, grabbed my mask, and I was off.

The drive was a little out of the way, but I enjoyed the fresh air. Especially now of all times. The road was almost always empty and just far away enough from everything to make me feel some freedom.

Arthur swept the entrance of his small store and waved at me as I pulled in. He smiled underneath his mustache and told me they’d brought in three cars “with most of the parts still in there.” I remember him saying those exact words before opening the gate and letting me into the yard. The three cars were parked right next to each other facing me a

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Contrary to Popular Belief... (Spoilers Extended)

There are numerous quotes, tidbits, etc. floating around out there that are constantly thought to be said by GRRM or just about ASOIAF that just aren't true, or have been misattributed.

I thought it would be interesting to come up with as many "false facts" about ASOIAF as possible.


Rhaegar isn't the "Hero of the Story"

I've often heard people state that GRRM said that its "hard to write a story when the hero has been dead for 20 years" or something along those lines. I have yet to see any quote that states something along these lines.

Quotes like this (not by GRRM) are the closest I have been able to find.


Sansa/Jon/Janos Slynt

Back in ACOK, Sansa wishes:

>Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. "Life is not a song, sweetling," he'd told her. "You may learn that one day to your sorrow." In life, the monsters win, she told herself, and now it was the Hound's voice she heard, a cold rasp, metal on stone. "Save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants." -ACOK, Sansa VI

Later in ADWD:

>The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, "Edd, fetch me a block," and unsheathed Longclaw. -ADWD, Jon II

Its often stated that GRRM originally had Jon hang him until a reading of ADWD, Jon II where users pointed out that Jon would have done as Ned did. From my research there were two separate readings of this chapter and I don't see it in either of these One, Two. While the second link mentions the hanging, so does the final version of the chapter:

>—and confine him to an ice cell, he might have said. A day or ten cramped up inside the ice would leave him shivering and feverish and begging for release, Jon did not doubt. And the moment he is out, he an

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How BABYMETAL made me want to listen to hard rock or heavy metal again

A quick note, which may be going to be long, I don't know, I'm starting :-).

As I said in the title, how BABYMETAL made me want to listen to hard rock, Heavy metal, Metal again.

It started when I saw the poster of Hellfest 2020 which announced the groups that were going to participate, I specify that I am French, that Hellfest I know, I participated 4 years in a row (I specify for those who do not know, that it is a 3 day festival, 60,000 metalheads per day, one of the biggest Metal festival in Europe, there are 6 stages, three of which play simultaneously, where all kinds of metal are represented, Hard rock, Heavy, Punk, Hard Core, Doom, Black Metal, Stonner, Simphonic Metal etc etc, there is everything, but above all, it is a festival organized in a small city ​​of 6-7 thousand inhabitants, where the city center of the town is 1 km from the festival, and where the atmosphere is phenomenal, I haven't done all the festivals in the world, but the atmosphere that there is there is incredible, it may be a festival for long hair, tattooed, piercing of all kinds, I have never seen a mess), but I do not go there anymore , for several reasons, work issue, I am stuck to go back, and to have places now, if you are not in front of the computer on the day of the ticket sales, it's dead, the tickets leave so quickly.

So I come back to the Hellfest 2020 poster, and I see the name of a group, BABYMETAL, I had already heard this name, but hey, no more, but this group name intrigued me, what is it? what is that, a group of kids who does Metal? surprise, because when I saw their place on the poster of Hellfest, they were still quite high, and more on a Mainstage, so for me, questioning.

I must tell you that I am a 54 year old veteran, fan of Hard rock, Heavy metal, my first listenings which made me fall in this kind of music, it is Deep Purple when I was 12 years old, there I knew that I had found the music I was missing, and not the stew that was playing on the radio at the time, first album that I managed to get paid for by my aunt, Highway to hell, from AC / DC, I was happy :-).
I have seen a large amount of concert from the biggest Hard metal Heavy metal bands, like Deep Purple, Scorpion, AC / DC, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, Antrax, Helloween, Thin Lizzy, WASP, Ozzy Osbourne, Michael Shenker Group, DIO, Gun's And Roses, etc ect ect, and a bunch of little groups not known, but some of which were very good, but which no longer exists, in

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My college sorority is different. – The man from Morgue Street

#1 - The initiation | #2 - Menhunter and The Punisher | #3 Bastet's Awakening | #4 The girl that ate nightmares | #5 Sirensong and Troyfall

I had an old, unpleasant dream about her.

She was traveling the desert like a Bedouin, but with no dromedary or provisions.

All alone for farther than the eye could see.

Her blond hair and freckles were dirty with sand and dried blood.

Just keep walking, the resolve in her whole body said.

Despite being thirsty for days, she found the strength to sing to herself.

Broken by God and hated by the men

Enemy of demons, only friends with pain

She has died a thousand deaths

But was forbidden to rest

She won’t mind dying here

It won’t be the first

But it’s far from the last

Foe of the angels, loved by disgrace

Oh dear I just want to lay my head

In a warm embrace

Her melody was beautiful and sad like the last song of a dying phoenix.

The dream seemed to last for a long time. She died from exhaustion during the cold desert night. The vultures found her in the morning and ate her guts.

While her corpse was being ripped apart by the merciless beaks of the birds of prey, her vitreous eyes blinked a few times.

She then got up, her wounds still open, and resumed her walk.

Even after leaving the desert, misery and violence were her only companions.

She was beautiful and smart, but nothing worked out for her. She tried to be a priestess, she tried to marry into the bourgeoisie and make friends in high places, but in the end, it all amounted to the same result: her dying countless deaths, all alone and painfully aware that her suffering wouldn’t end as her body ran dry of blood.

For some reason, I woke up crying in her arms, but she was asleep. A ray of sunshine fought through the slits of the blinds, allowing me to look around and see I was in an unfamiliar room.

“What am I doing here?” I asked out loud.

Master stirred beside me. Opening only one eye, she replied: “We’re dating, remember?”

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Suffering Relative Normality

Stellarim, general streets...

V: "Gotta say, wasn't expecting this outta you of all people judgin' by what I've heard."

Walking casually among the crowds, Vermina sticks close to her charge--Mirrah Walker, whom she found herself with the newfound occupation of acting as a guard for now that her debt collecting days were over. Mirrah wore a curious black dress with matching leggings and heels, blending well with the occasionally cast shadow in the dark alleys of Stellarim. A golden clip sits in her hair, shining with each light that struck it.

V: "I mean, a casual time out on the town? With naught but your new guard?"

"I really need to work on my anxiety, is all. I'm still terrified of others for the most part...but it's become clear to me lately that I have to try and fight past it. Build a tolerance."

V: "Yeah? Somethin' bring that on?"

"Yes. And thinking about it...this is something I should have done ages ago, when I was raising my children. Now because of my complacency with that anxiety, most of my little girls are too anxious themselves to ever go out. I need to start setting a better example--for them, and for Wynne."

They continue making their way through the crowds, Miri doing her best to focus on the fact she's perfectly fine...that she has someone with her, and that she can survive around others. She can, she really can. Even if the growing pains will be eating at her for a while...the pair come to a halt at a crosswalk, the light red as they wait there patiently.

V: "Who's Wynne?"

"A very dear sister of mine. Not by blood, but by nature of what we both have gone through. Like my daughters, she's very anxious...stutters a lot, can't go out on her own. A lot of the same problems I have. I can still do something for her--and once I've developed a resistance, I can show my children that they can grow out of this fear, too."

V: "Hm. Better late than never, yeah?"

"My thoughts exactly."

The light shifts to green and they get walking, Vermina's hair flowing beautifully behind herself. They reach the other side without issue and Miri looks around, deciding where to go next...the park seems like as good a place as any.

"By the way, how's Becky been? I haven't seen her around."

V: "She's dipped out for the time being. T

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Demons within

First time ever writing, I know there’s a lot wrong with it

From a young age, women, men and the whole society are branded into a certain group of people. There’s the popular, the anti-social, the gamers, the geeks, the list goes on. I often think people don’t mean to do this but come on the whole concept of life scares people, so they think fitting into a group of people is easier then fitting into the world but do they really fit in…? I think they want to believe they do, the world needs to realise the pureness of each individual and realise the crushing pressure we put on young individuals to fit in. Forcing a girl to fit in to the popular group so she mask her feeling and covers her face to live in a life that isn’t her, we force the boys to learn all the football terms and all the latest game so there in the cool groups and so they try to mask the fact they don’t like who they are anymore. The story is closer to my heart then I like to think, Girls are always told from a young age weather from the bullies or my inter demons that they don’t belong, THEY WONT BELONG, WE WONT BELONG. the fact that a young girl from around nine years old has to now start watching over her shoulder sat at the school dinner table in case the school bullies are coming over, but what will she get called today, freak, nerd. No not that today, that the girl could handle, she’s used to that, it feels like that vocabulary is normally, it’s just everyday life. But no, today wasn’t like the rest of them, the school bullies walked straight past without a word, without a stare, the little innocent girl was relieved but didn’t show it, just so the bully’s wouldn’t notice and circle back around like angry vultures. The girl almost felt bad that maybe they have found someone else. But that’s the lesson the world teaches us from such a young age is that we look out for our selfs. The little girl was silly to think it was over, three o’clock strikes and the bullies are stood out the school gate, this was the magic age when a young girl gains the independence to walk home by herself, however this little girl was no long glad of this independence, she felt unsafe. The girls, the bullies, the vultures whatever you want to call them, followed the innocent girl home, shouting horrendous names at her; chubby, ugly, weirdo, freak the list went on but when the names turned into action, then she got scared. She learn to run as fast as she could that week, she needed to be home where she was saf

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Heavy Metal Was My Life (Part 1)

I’m going to write this quickly, before they come back. By the time you read it, I have no doubt that I will be lost forever. Whatever you do, do not try to find me.

I want to keep this short, because I’m not sure how much time I have… but I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Larry, and all I care about in the entire world is heavy metal.

It started when I was a kid, pretty much just as a way to rebel against my parents. They told me that bands like Metallica and Slayer were for “sinners,” “perverts,” and “degenerates.” I was strictly forbidden to listen to anything harder than Justin Timberlake. So it should come as no surprise that, the moment I got my allowance every week, I would sneak off to O’Doyle’s, the grimy local music shop, and blow it all on the heaviest record I could find. The more “degenerate,” the better.

There was a childlike simplicity to my tastes back then. I didn’t buy CDs based on reviews I had read, or recommendations from my peers. Most of the kids at school listened to dopey boy bands and brainless EDM, anyway. I had more, shall we say, aesthetic standards. I flipped through every CD in the metal section, paying attention strictly to the gnarly album art. Corpses. Demons. Mountains of skulls. Naked women with their heads cut off. Once I found the goriest of the bunch — the art so depraved, so sickening that it almost made me barf — I knew I’d found my poison. Half the time I didn’t even check to see what the band was called.

I could stitch you a scrapbook of my childhood with these album covers. A possessed maniac cutting off his own leg with a hacksaw, a corpse hanging behind him: that’s “Prowler in the Yard” by Pig Destroyer, the first record that my old man found hidden under my bed, then threatened to kick me out of the house over. A pair of desiccated zombies chopping up a dead woman and ripping the unborn child from her womb; that’s “Butchered at Birth” by Cannibal Corpse, the record that I listened to nonstop for a week after my parents got divorced. The more shit happened in my life, the more I buried myself in those gruesome covers and the punishing music that they held within them.

It was tough to get some of that music at first. There was a lot of moral panic at the time around heavy metal; parents claiming that it was the gateway to Satanism or sadism or some other dumb shit. A couple of the employees at O’Doyles would look at me funny when I walked up to the counter with, say, Sodom’s “G

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sadie

there’s a girl. with pill-sized fingernails and damaged hair

i see her on Main Street alot

she holds a smile a little too long and apologises to stray cats

one day, i told my mother

“i think she’s broken. i think she’s been the tough girl for too long”

you see these things in people

my mother pressed her lips, swatted the air i was taking up

and told me to never say that again

when i got home i decided she was my new best friend and her name was sadie

her name was sadie and i loved her

sadie, do you ever wish you could walk away?

not run away and watch the familiar streets dissipate

but to walk it all away

to slowly kiss every road with all that has beaten you black and blue

till you reached your destination

porcelain and clean

all of you melting

sadie do you cry sometimes? i hear it in your voice

and i see it on the notebook lines you’ve birthed onto your wrists

you have a lot to say and i want to hear it, all of it

sadie, these people are bad.

from the moment the moon blows its brains out

till the sun cries in horror till it yields

these people have hurt me, the way they’ve hurt you.

i want to see you dance, sadie

to never apologise for being foolishly honest because you were still honest, goddamn it.

i want to see you take long walks

without your eyes darting for male shadows

i want to see you take off that suffocating fabric

i want to see you cry

but this time

not because of somebody

but because you can

and i want you to go somewhere, sadie.

where the Main Street isn't crumbling

where the people are softer

where you smile at a boy because you know he wants you

and that fills your gasoline-soaked lungs with glee, not terror

where nobody knows your father's name and after that

where gropes at night are from lovers, not family

where there are softer lights

someone to clean the dishes

somewhere where you dont walk among the ants

praying they don't trample you

that can happen, sadie.

there are brief glimpses of beauty, my love.

invoke in me sympathy

hold my gaze

and we'll try to walk it all away together

we’ll walk until we reach a place

where there are soft rains

that will not melt our city to its bones

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So uhm. Yeah. I live in a muslim country. I'm an atheist woman forced to wear a hijab. It's pretty fun. Here's something I wrote mid-breakdown yesterday. Enjoy

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Interesting Historical Landmarks To Visit In Assassin's Creed: Odyssey

Whatever your stance on Odyssey is, all of us can collectively agree - Odyssey is absolutely gorgeous and has some amazing locations that you can visit and experience. The reason why I'll be listing these is because I couldn't find a definite list of locations for all these beautiful landmarks and if you wanted to visit them, you'd have to go down so many rabbit holes. So here is your definite I'll list some of them and where you can find them, to make your life just that bit easier and experience one of the greatest strenghts of the game - the small nooks in the (unnecessarily huge) world that make it special.

(Disclaimer: All of the photos are not taken by me, credits go to the people that actually took these! First 7 are by Aoi over on Steam; all others are from various sources.)

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Lightning Zeus - Kephallonia, (Central) Mount Ainos

  • The Lightning Zeus - this one is pretty hard to miss, as it is in the middle of the island that >!you start the game on with your preferred sibling!<. It also has a viewpoint so yeah, this one is obvious.

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Grave Of Sisyphos - Korinthia, (North-Eastern) Isthmus Of Poseidon

  • The Grave Of Sisyphos - this one, is right near a cave (with the same name - Grave of Sisyphos) in which you have to kill some >!Followers Of Ares!< and loot a treasure. An absolutely mythology-inspired statue of Sisyphos who was punished because he tricked death 3 (or so) times and has to push a boulder up a mountain endlessly, as every time he reaches the top the boulder slides down and he has to start over endlessly, which he is said to do to this day. (Side Note: At first I thought this was Atlas, not gonna lie.)

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Statue Of Kronos - Elis, (North-Eastern) Valley Of Olympia

  • The Statue Of Kronos - this one is a bit gruesome, but it is faithful to the mythology. *(In short: after Kronos dethroned his father - Ouranos, the same was prophesied to happen to h
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[OC] Seabed - Chapter 1

If you want to see more of this fanfic or have any comments/criticisms please let me know; My dream job is game writing so every bit of feedback helps me improve!

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I always have the same dream.

I am walking along an old bridge, cloaked in mist. I cannot turn around, I cannot look up, and I cannot see anything but the cobblestones at my feet. Yet with every step I take I know that they are coming, and the sheer thought of their presence above terrifies me to no end.

Vultures.

The buzzing of their hearts, the shrieking of the land, and the sudden explosions that light the mist aflame...I remember these so well, but I do not know why. I am not of land, so why should I be afraid of what haunts the skies? Only when I reach the end of the bridge do I remember the truth, and it is not the truth I want to hear.

For my life was ended by the vultures of the night.

U-3003 woke up slowly, her eyes crept open as the cream-colored ceiling came into view.

“Cream…” she murmured, rolling onto her side. “Pretty…”

U-3003 sat there for a moment, half-awake as she stared at the floor. Then, reality hit her like a truck.

“FLOOR!” she screamed, scrambling upright in bed before looking down. “BLANKETS!” U-3003 threw the covers off herself, only to notice her hands in the process. “HANDS!”

U-3003 panicked, backing up into the back of the bed as she looked at herself. Everything was wrong, what was going on, why was she-

“...human?”

U-3003 looked at her hand, watching the fingers flex at her will.

That is right... U-3003 thought, lowering herself back into bed. I remember now.

U-3003 clutched her forehead, groaning as it throbbed in frustration. A violent storm of memories was swirling around in her mind, various realizations and concepts coming to her all at once as if they had slammed into her.

War...reincarnation...kansen…

U-3003 wasn’t sure how long she laid there pouring through her memories, but she snapped out of it as someone knocked on her door.

“Come in.” U-3003 said, clasping a hand over her mouth. I said that without thinking...is that normal?

While U-3003 was troubled, a fairly compact girl entered the room with a small tray. U-3003 didn’t notice until she was right in front of her, but somet

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Inevitability

Outside Clarice Dorrik's clothing boutique--a few hours before opening time.

Viehj Dorrik stands with her hands in her pockets, tapping a leg up and down while humming to herself. She's already dressed for work, but neither her nor Clarice's shops were open yet, so she has to suffer in a suit and tie for extra long. She checks her watch then looks over at the nearby entrance to her sister's shop, mumbling a bit.

V: "What's takin' em?..."

Another minute passes. In time, Clarice exits the doors wearing her usual deep blue dress, a similarly colored veil over her tail. Viehj turns to face her, throwing her arms up.

V: "Finally! What took you guys?"

Her answer is made apparent as Dante Walker step out after Clarice, adjusting the black leather gloves on his hands. He was wearing a tailor made two-piece suit--black being the dominant color that filled the suit jacket, dress shirt, pants, and shoes alike. The stand-out feature to it was the bright, velvet-blue tie he was wearing, their accompanying attention-getter being cufflinks that were designed after his ethereal wingarms.

V: "Oh. That explains it."

D: "Quite. Clarice, thank you very much for this."

Cl: "It's the least I can do for the help you've volunteered so freely. C'mon, let's go to a coffee shop. I'm craving frosted lemon cake loaves."

*The three of them get walking, Clarice in the middle with her suited friend and family flanking each of her sides. Their commanding (and attractive) presence has people on the sidewalk moving out of the way for them on instinct, the jewelry hanging from Viehj's arm spikes clinking softly with her movements. They opt not to speak while they walk, the two siblings keeping their arms linked to allow a constantly active source of electricity from Viehj to buzz her sister's senses--keeping Clarice's own abilities from draining her mental awareness as they often do. Once they'd reached the shop...they don't stay at all. They get their drinks and treats, then immediately leave the shop to head elsewhere. Hell's Gates, the club where Dante is employed...as it's the morning, it won't be opening for a very long while, giving them amp

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Nav's Reaction to Anthony Fantano's Third NOT GOOD!

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right foot up, left foot slide

nav is practicing Toosie Slide in Drake's mansion while he awaits Drake coming out of the bathroom, when Drake comes out...

Nav: HEyo DRAKE, how you DOIIIIINNNNGGGGG

Drake: oh you still here bro, yikes a horrible voice um ok yea puts on mask yea yea rubs nose I mean ig u can chill here

Nav: gets real up close to Drake ^(yea I would like that)

Drake: uuuhhhh

Nav: I grabbed her ass and she called me a perv right, and then I just had to put my penis inside of her AMRITE hahahahahahah ^(yes I know I am very right heheheh)

Drake: yea ok back up hehehehe

Nav: and that same bitch I uh you know bro ^(heheheh) came inside her, SHE GOT A KING IN HER BELLY

Drake: ^(bro stop whispering this in my ear)

Nav: SHE GOT A KING HER BELLllYYYLLLLUYYYYY ^(yo did you know I brown boy)

Drake: pushes Nav away bro stop like stop speaking in autocrooning boy, like bro, just stop....

Nav: I Can't bro heheheh yea never can UN-ITALICIZE! its just my fate

DJ Akademiks comes out the fridge and tries to break up the fight

AK: bro bro BRO BRO BRO AIGHT AIGHT we finna settle this

Drake: wtf AK, why u here...

AK: aight, yoooooooo, I'm here, but I can leave its fine ^(hehehehe anything for you my love)

Drake: OK WHAT

AK: yea yea you know my gulps little cub akwardly puts arm around Nav, yea he my cub, you know ^(heheheh)

Nav: awkward yea he my lion king yea yea rubs nose intensely

Drake: aight, look imma shoot some hoops and I hope I see u like social distancin from my house. I gotta call my wife-in-law and make a few private calls so peace bro whatever u two doin

AK: yea yea ok

Nav: see u later BOOOOooooo

AK: ^(omg)

Nav: ^(yo back tf up AK, wtf u doin here, he my man)

AK: aight aight stfu ok I ain't gay for him aight 😳 😳

as AK and Nav leave, Drake videocalls someone: its 17-year old, but its actually CAL CHUCHESTA unbeknownst to Drake

Drake: yo girrllll, whatchu up to my #1 fan

Cal in a Wig: we yessss I biggie fan

Drake: aight, just tryin u find out, u listening to some of my songs

Cal in a Wig: jes, all sangs

Drake: which songs girllll

Cal in a Wig: errrgghhh all sangs

Drake: list them out takes out some cooked meat and feasts on it in front of the videocall

Cal in a Wig: uuuuuhhh what is that...

Drake: its my meat you like my meat

Cal in a Wig: YES FRANCIS, I LOVE UR MEATIE, now make love videoc

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Snorkel Reviews: Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

What is it? A beautifully crafted Mexican folktale, coming-of-age, love story, and road trip novel all in one. It takes place in 1920s Mexico, when a downtrodden girl named Casiopea opens a chest. She awakens a Mayan Lord of Xibalba, Hun-Kamé, a Death God imprisoned by his evil brother. Together, they must gather the god's missing pieces (a finger, an ear, a necklace, and an eye) and travel through Mexico, outwitting demons and spirits, talking to ghosts, falling in love, saving the world, dancing the Charleston, that sort of thing.

To preface this review, fairytale-type fantasy is hit and miss, for me. I loved The Bear and the Nightingale, but struggled with Uprooted. Generally I like faster-paced stories, punchier narration, hotter romance, higher stakes.

Gods of Jade and Shadow didn't seem, on paper, like something I would like, and it was still one of my favorite books I've read so far this year.

I would recommend this book to anyone, especially bingo participants! It hits so many tricky categories: I'm using it for Novel Featuring Necromancy. But I think it would also fit Optimistic SFF (Hard mode), Romantic Fantasy, Novel Featuring Ghosts, Novel with a Color in the Title (Hard Mode), and Novel Featuring Exploration. In particular, if "Romantic Fantasy" isn't your bag, the romance in this book is very chaste and quiet, more of an intellectual and spiritual falling in love than anything physical (MAJOR SPOILER: >!looking at the bingo post again, it's not really a Happily Ever After because they don't end up together, but I'd still call it a happy ending? In that, the MC and the love interest are both happy, even though they can't be together. Idk. I'd count it.!<)

The writing is effing gorgeous. Yes, the narration is omniscient and heavy on "telling," at times even breaking the fourth wall to slap the reader across the face with "this is a myth." With these kinds of stories, though, I believe it helps to have that warm, all-knowing, grandmotherly narrator to tie the story together. The narration isn't dry by any means--1920s Mexico leaps to life, and the tone is deceptively simple, with tiny exquisite details everywhere.

Xibalba, the Mayan Land of the Dead, was one of the highlights. I knew a little bit about the Mayan idea of the afterlife, mainly that there was an impressive variety of torture chambers. But reading this showed me a new, captivating side of this myth. I felt as if I was walking the swamps of this strange un

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The Chains Tighten

Stellarim, general streets.

An unusual sight for many, Mirrah Walker was currently out and about on the streets of this strange city, dressed to the nines--but mostly to deal with the morning cold, given the layers she had on. Her purse hangs from one shoulder, a stretched bridge of slime binding the object to her person so it couldn't be removed...though in all this cold, the misty air is slowly breaking that binding down, so she's keeping it held close in the meantime.

Why is a woman normally ridden with social anxiety out, you ask? Well, it's not for herself...her daughter Faith had been demonstrating some gall lately in actually managing to leave her room on occasion, something that Miri was very proud of her little girl for managing. Like herself, Faith suffers from intense anxiety of various sorts, and she wants to be a good mother and reward her for making some progress--encourage her to keep doing it. She knows exactly what kinda things she likes, so she's heading towards a shopping center to get looking for what she had in mind. As long as....uh oh.

There they are again. The life of a Walker can be a frustrating one for many of them, and Miri's main 'antagonist' in that regard is the media vultures looking to snap pictures, get statements, and otherwise misconstrue every aspect of her public life in some twisted effort to create a ridiculous story and sell copies of it. Money is quite the obsession...unfortunately, the most persistent among these people have learned not to approach Mirrah directly. Doing so earns them a face full of slime courtesy of the woman herself, so the only people who fall for that nowadays are brand new ones who just got in to the business and are either clueless, or being hazed by their coworkers. This looked to be a flock of the persistent types...she'd best get moving. The shopping center isn't far and she just wants to go home soon as she can. Often times, she comes to the city alongside her best friend, Amanda, but being that she's out on a personal errand today that wasn't the case this time around. It's left her feeling...exposed, and her paranoia is at its usual high.

*Wait a moment...that's right, she doesn't have to be alone. Tower was assigned to guard her and he was undoubtedly nearby, as he tends to follow her from a distance to let her retain some sense of independence when sh

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A fanfic project (requesting assistance)

So the following pages are a very rough attempt to write my own Sandman Universe story. The plotting has changed and I've lost some of the focus. Between the first novel I wrote Fable Unbound and a second novel I'm attempting to complete, I began a Sandman story as more or less a writing exercise.

Being more involved in this reddit and building rapport with its many members, I'm potentially looking for people to give input and/or possibly contribute in the writing. If there are any artists out there, perhaps we could go further and create our own original story within this very subbreddit.

If interested in contributing to this project, private message me or post your thoughts in this thread. The following material again is rough...and is approximately the first 10 pages in a 50 page draft.

Thanks and looking forward to working with other fans. It could be fun, I think.

THE FOLLOWING STORY AS OF NOW DEALS WITH DELIRIUM MISSING HER BROTHER DESTRUCTION AND HER MADNESS SPILLING FORTH DURING THE HOLIDAY SEASON TO MANIFEST A FALSE ENDLESS CALLED DESERVE (THE ESSENCE OF GETTING AND ENTITLEMENT) TO REPLACE A SIBLING. THERES A MANIFESTED EGG WHICH HOUSES DESERVE. DESERVE'S PHYSICAL BIRTH AND THE HATCHING OF THE EGG ITSELF MAY HINGE ON A STRUGGLING MARRIED COUPLE WHO TURN OUT TO BE PHOENIXES AND ALSO POSSESS SOME CAIN AND ABEL TENDENCIES. DELIRIUM ALSO SEEKS THE EMPLOY FROM JACKIE CONSTANTINE (THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE CONSTANT ONE FROM BOOKS OF MAGICK: LIFE DURING WARTIME) TO HELP PATCH UP ANY PROBLEMS.

PROLOGUE

As the saying goes “There is more to Heaven and Earth or some such” than the worlds could ever understand. And this was true, yes, how could it not be, for life must be spontaneous, must be mad and delightful and ripe with impossibilities. Existence must be nothing but endless.

In Rebecca Ashe’s dream, there was a man talking to her. He was chubby and sweaty, an altogether nervous man, with black hair and facial hair and perspiration that beaded his bruised, soft face. They were in a nondescript room, in an old musty house, with floorboards and paisley walls that seemed to breathe as if the foundation was itself alive. The room was bare and while Rebecca sat on a spotted olive green chair, with arms and legs ornately sculpted from oak, she couldn’t help feel that she was in counseling, or, no?, she needed his help or guidance. But that made no sense; she had never met the man before.

She was about to ask the man who he was, until, suddenly

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Eternity Crown: Part 6

Sixth Seat- The Thief

The Thief's Sermon- Oh Thief, let us revel in your capture. You believed you could come into our sacred places, you believed you could steal that which belongs to Him. You believed yourself untouchable, but he sees all. Give us your tools that we might see the Eternity Crown.

7\10- The best-laid plans are the ones that bring them to me.

Ricky James stood across the street and watched the man with the cloudy hair lead the other man into his storage unit. Ricky, Slick Ricky as he was known on the street, was no college boy, but he was pretty sure that the man being led into the unit at gunpoint was Senator Evans. The maybe Senator Evans did not look overly pleased to be going with the man with the cloudy hair. In fact, he seemed downright unhappy to be going inside. As the door rolled down, Ricky leaned back against the wall and let the ash from his cigarette fall into the wind. He had all night to wait right here, and he wasn't leaving until the cloudy guy came back out.

Ricky had been watching this particular unit for the last month.

He had seen the guy bringing in junk, had even helped him with a few bags actually. The old guy had seemed happy to have Ricky's help up until Ricky caught sight of whatever the guy was making in there. Ricky had thought the guy was an artist maybe, maybe a pervert with a thing for trash, but when he saw what the guy was making, he knew he had to get a closer look. The dude had silver in there, lots of silver, and he was making some kind of shrine. Ricky had seen it sparkling in the candlelight, but he'd also seen that big vase sitting on the shrine.

The vase had been something else. Carved from rock that looked older than sin. Its red eyes had looked at Ricky and judged him in the space of five seconds. The faces were primordial, ancient, and Ricky could believe that this vase had judged dinosaurs before the meteor. Ricky had taken a step inside, wanting to look closer, but the cloud haired man had put a hand against his chest and told him to leave. Asked him if he could please leave so he could continue his work.

Ricky had been too stunned to protest, and as the door rolled down, he knew he had to have it.

He had been here every day for the last month. To be fair, this was Ricky's spot. Ricky sold a little of this and a little of that to people who could afford it. The "this and that" usually fit nicely into baggies, which fit nicely into Ricky's pockets. Someone would walk by, recognize Rick

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Short Story from a homesick Newfoundlander

Company from the Mainland.

Note: In no way do the opinions of this slab of fiction reflect the opinions or practises of our nations two great grocery chains, Dominion or the better, Sobeys.

We got word with a few days to spare. They were coming for another surprise visit. That meant a night shift for sure, which was great for the younger crowd, but hell on the older ones. Three main butchers would be assigned on a rotating basis, and as part of the young, not quite trained cutter, I would go in as a wrapper, then help out with basic, boneless cuts whenever I was caught up on that.

In the meantime though, there was plenty to do: slice those 4 foot long plastic tubes of ground beef and grind and tray it. Slice up the nasty, tumour freckled liver. Place it lightly and with attention to the white, diaper like “Soaker Pads” (they look like maxi-pads if they were free, like maybe East German or something cruel, really.) between them and the styrafoam, paying attention to their centeredness. Place (much in the vein of Indiana in Temple of Doom), the varying animal offal’s upon varyingly shaped Styrofoam trays.

“Whatayaaaat Eddieeee? How was your huntin’ trip? Git anything?”

“Got One. She was some job getting’ out too I tell ya. Took ‘er to Roger Birmingham’s. Size of er, me son…un-Real.”

Jump back from the cooler and gather all the roasts from the counter that has bled through in the night. Using the massive roll of industrial wrap, start sending the mornings rewraps down a small conveyor belt. Here, for generations before me and still now after my escape, bits of stray meat have collected in the crevices of the beast, smelling as though cooked the moment it hits your nose, then forever adding to the generally dirty dish-rag and rank the place, into the Machine. It was called an automatic weighing and pricing device, a contraption made infamous by the company known as HOBART. It sounded forever like a really old, really basic, version of a Transformer toy stuck in mid-change and going back and forth trying to figure it out, ad nauseum. It was the single most frustrating part of my day, because something always went wrong with it; the tray wouldn’t take the sticker. The conveyor acted up, the industrial wrap was clamped too tight and your palms ached forever.

Still, it beat churning out the Company Case as the main butchers were indentured. I wouldn’t have traded that for the world; especially not I starting out when boneless loins were still a major pro

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Little Human Larks: A Survival Guide to Escaping the Screen Zombies

Reddit! I’m excited to share my news with you, with permission of Mod u/nannybabywhisperer.

Last year after getting your feedback from an activity list, I went ahead and turned it into a book! I am reposting my original list that I will keep permanently up in another post. (Edit: Auto-Mod bot has deleted that list, I am working to get it up. Bear with me while I get it going.) If you want to purchase my e-book, Little Human Larks, it is available on amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/Little-Human-Larks-Survival-Escaping-ebook/dp/B0877TNPRX/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=little+human+larks&qid=1587223679&sr=8-1

The cost is $9. It is also available for free on Kindle Unlimited if you have that program. Some people have reported difficulty buying within the app. I would recommend buying via desktop- it will show up in your app right away.

My original list was just that- a list. (Roughly 300ish activities provided) I have since come up with over one thousand activities. They are free, likely to be done with items around the house, or fairly cheap. I have separated into chapters, and then categorized into Babies, Toddlers, or School-age. As a nanny, I really, really hate extra nonsense from blogs when all I want to know are the materials and how to do it. So, my book is just like my original list in that sense-activities are short and to the point.

I am going to share my chapter titles, and one activity for each age group to allow you to get a feel of my book and if you think it’s worth the money. ($9) Here we go:

Chapter 1: Sensory Play

Babies: Sensory crawls. You can use bubble wrap, tarp, pillows, rug grips, tunnels (Achievable with a broom laying between two surfaces that are relatively the same height, and draping a blanket over it), towels, plush blankets. You can go the extra mile and add items on top that offer an enticing texture or sound- a rattle, for instance.

Toddlers: Create a car wash station to clean their Tonka trucks and Matchbox cars. I much prefer this outside on a sunny day, but the bathtub is a good Winter option. The only essentials you need are a container, soap, and a brush for scrubbing. (I prefer old toothbrushes before they get tossed into the trash.)

School-Age: Blind-fold Shoe Search. (Works best with a handful of kids). Blindfold the kids a

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Oscar nominations for MCU actors

Oscar nominations listed are only for acting awards; actors who have won Oscars in other categories are denoted by a ^(superscript) with a footnote below. "MCU Film(s)" only count starring roles for the actor, i.e. post-credit scenes and other cameos do not count. Bold indicates an Oscar win.

Actor Role MCU Film(s) Oscar Nominations # of Nominations
Angela Bassett Ramonda Black Panther What's Love Got To Do With It (1993) 1
Annette Bening Dr. Wendy Lawson/Supreme Intelligence Captain Marvel The Grifters (1990), American Beauty (1999), Being Julia (2004), The Kids Are All Right (2010) 4
Cate Blanchett Hela Thor: Ragnarok Elizabeth (1998), The Aviator (2004), Notes on a Scandal (2006), I'm Not There (2007), Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007), Blue Jasmine (2013), Carol (2015) 7
Jeff Bridges Obadiah Stane Iron Man The Last Picture Show (1971), Thunderbolt and Lightfoot (1974), Starman (1984), The Contender (2000), Crazy Heart (2009), True Grit (2010), Hell or High Water (2016) 7
Josh Brolin Thanos Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame Milk (2008) 1
Don Cheadle James "Rhodey" Rhodes (II) Iron Man 2 and 3, Avengers: Age of Ultron through Endgame, Captain America: Civil War Hotel Rwanda (2004) 1
Glenn Close Irani Rael Guardians of the Galaxy The World According to Garp (1982), The Big Chill (1983), The Natural (1984), Fatal Attraction (1987), Dangerous Liaisons (1988), Albert Nobbs (2011), The Wife (2018) 7
Bradley Cooper^(1) Rocket Guardians of the Galaxy 1-2, Avengers: Endgame Silver Linings Playbook (2012), American Hustle (2013), American Sniper (2014), A Star Is Born (2018) 4
Benedict Cumberbatch Dr. Stephen Strange Doctor Strange, Avengers: Infinity War The Imitation Game (2014) 1
Benicio del Toro The Collector Guardians of the Galaxy Traffic (2000), 21 Grams (2003) 2
Michael Douglas^(2) Hank Pym Ant-Man, Ant-Man and the Wasp Wall Street (1987) 1
Robert Downey Jr. Tony Stark/Iron Man Iron Man 1-3, Avengers (all), Captain America: Civil War, Spider-Man: Homecoming Chaplin (1992), Tropic Thunder (2008) 2
Chiwetel Ejiofor Karl Mordo Doctor Strange 12 Years a Slave (2013) 1
Laurence Fishburne Bill Foster Ant-Man and the Wasp What's Love Got To Do With It (1993) 1
Jeff Goldblum^(3) Grandmaster Thor: Ragnarok None 0
Jake Gyllenhaal Quentin Beck/Mysterio Spider-Man: Far From Home Brokeback Mountain (2005) 1
Anthony Hopkins Odin Thor (all) *
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Discussion Post: S1E1 "The Great"

Recap from Vulture:

>This first episode, we see Catherine the Eventually Great go from misplaced Anne of Green Gables optimism to the steely power of a bring-me-the-unreleased-Harry Potter Miranda Priestly. We start, as with all such tales, with a garden swing wreathed in flowers and a catty friend. Catherine (Elle Fanning) swings blissfully back and forth, telling the other girl how she is going to be the new Russian empress. The girl’s horrified reaction is a brief nod to Catherine’s not-great childhood, but then we are off! Who cares about Catherine’s beginnings! The real goal is to get her to the Russian court so we can get things moving.
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>Catherine arrives at court and meets Peter (played by Nicholas Hoult, also from The Favourite). He’s Peter III, but again, that information is unnecessary because this is an alternate-universe version of Catherine the Great’s story, and was mainly created to make us laugh and think about humans and why they do things. Peter tells Catherine she is shorter than he thought and also smells funny. She shows him an evergreen cutting she brought to symbolize her hopes for their relationship. In the first real bash to her romantic dreams, instead of waxing rhapsodic about how she — immediate partner of his deepest soul and comprehender of his most delicate dreams — has presented a rendering of their love from nature itself, Peter confusedly asks why she is giving him a twig. He then introduces her to his mother, who is a mummified corpse in a glass case. THIS is the content I am here for. If you’re going to go AWOL with your history, give me bejeweled mummies that you introduce to your new wife. Also give me all the ladies at court wearing wigs as hats, which is another thing that definitely happens.
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>Catherine’s virginal status is examined by the archbishop (it’s gross), and then Peter gives her a bear. A bear! On a chain! I have so many questions! I am also immediately worried about what will happen to it, because the past is horrible. Catherine subsequently has a dream about a bear embracing her, which she takes to be about her marriage becoming wonderful. This interpretation will prove to be incorrect. Who does she tell it to though? Let’s meet Marial, i.e., one of the best characters.
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>Marial is a maid/lady-in-waiting/someone servile whose humor is very dry

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Activate the Emergency Human

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He opens his eyes.

"Did the scan work?"

Looks round. The room is the same but no one else is there. Subdued lighting, lots of machines with lights and screens and things. But No doctors. No nurses.

He sits up, stretches and takes in his surroundings, as he'd been trained. He's 37 years old by the Earth standard, six feet tall, heavily muscled. Wearing sweat pants and a vest, both pale hospital grey. He can feel the familiar tightness in his left side, the dermal scarring on left arm and abdomen from a near miss by an incendiary round. The new kidney and vat grown muscle they replaced his cooked flesh with were clone type O, unpigmented. Pallid white strips of scar against the rich brown of his deep spacers tan. A close call that had got him out of the military with decorations but not many prospects. He looks at his hands, still bearing the scars of hard fighting.

That was why this had seemed like a sweet deal, almost free money.

Still no sign of the doctors. Not even that cute one who had been checking out his abs.

A faint golden glow lights up the room. Turning he sees a floating humanoid figure, pale grey skinned and hairless, genderless with smooth features and blank expressionless black eyes. Its small, atrophied feet float a good foot above the floor, toe claws curled up. He’s not sure of the species but guesses one of the reptilian races. Its wearing a white robe and surrounded with a golden aura, but the ethereal weirdness is offset by it leafing through a three ring binder in obvious frustration. Half to this apparition, half to himself he says "Ok, it’s weird that I'm not freaking out now"

It looks up from the binder.

"Oh, don’t worry. It’s because your adrenaline analogues are not active yet. You're still in set up mode."

"What? Look buddy, whatever you are, I was just selling the scan of my personality, ok? You got the wrong guy."

It shakes its head.

"This may come as a shock..." It points to his left forearm. Text lights up on his skin in a electric blue neon tattoo.

'#350/500. Emergency specialist, human style. Economy model.'

"You are a copy. Your original sold a license for 500 copies of himself."

It looks uncomfortable, almost embarrassed.

"We hoped to never have to awaken you. Just kept you in a back up

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Sky turtle tours ch6: dreams

part5

I managed to convince Leo to stop in Moab, on our way to wherever the Air guardians of Utah lived. It was nice to sleep in a bed for a few hours, even if Matty was still too weak to walk on his own. Leo checked us in at a roadside motel. It was one of those places with a bunch of rooms circling a parking lot.

The space itself smelled like sweat and cocaine and looking out the window I couldn't see anything other than the colorful sky (odd since we were on the ground floor.)Leo placed one key card on the nightstand while putting the other in his pocket. "Where are you going?"

"Get some rest, Elena." He said as he exited out the wooden door. "I'm just going to bring in our luggage." He left back to the truck and returning with his inter-dimensional backpack in what felt like mere seconds.

"Leo?" I barely had a chance to close my eyes.

"You comfortable?" he asked as he plopped his backpack down on the bed. Opening the flap caused all of our animal friends to emerge.

First came Ari, the baby rabbit. "Elena you're alive!"

Next was Lucas, the spider the size of a basketball, who looked just as delighted to see me. "We saw you get taken by the history man!"

"Ghost. I told you it was called a ghost," said Lenny the scorpion, riding on his back.

"Nice to see you too." I was expecting the next creature to be my little boy. I was only half correct.

A small bear was dragging my unconscious son's body. "Where should I put him?" the bear asked in a voice that sounded like that of a preteen human female.

"With his mother, please, Erica," Leo directed.

The bear nodded. I watched in awe as the little bear, made her way to the bag, securing her grip. Although the size of a human toddler, she pulled Matty's substantially larger body by the neck of his shirt.

His body was limp, cold, but there was still breath in his lungs.

Lenny the scorpion scuttled over to his side. "Matty?" he crawled on to Matty's body and stung him in the neck.

Matty started to cry.

I wanted to scream, but Leo placed his hand upon my shoulder. "Maintain your focus."

His words caused light-bulb to go off; crying equaled breathing, Lenny was saving my son's life.

My little boy's eyes opened as he smiled. "Lenny!" It took him a few seconds to see me and give my name the same level of enthusiasm. "Mommy!"

I laid by his side, holding his hand. "Yes, baby I'm here."

"Where's Daddy?"

I turned to Leo

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Terrible player and part time Side Dmer

(I’m on mobile so the formatting may be a bit wonky)

So I’ve been in more than a few d&d campaigns in my play history. The current game I’m talking about is a home brew campaign where I am one of the original members. We’ve had some people come and go in the party but our newest member, and the one who recently left, decided to do a bit of side dming. We’ll call him SD.

So my character is a warlock. She’s a fire genasi tiefling hybrid (it's a homebrew campagin), and has a familiar which takes the form of a bearded vulture. First thing he did was go on a rant about how I can’t have a bearded vulture as a familiar as that’s not one of the forms they usually take. Technically it’s not one of the official forms, but the DM allowed it as it was just a familiar. SD also insisted that my character had to be a fire genasi or tiefling, not both, because he thought it would be too overpowered. The DM however said that he was completely fine with her design and the both of us just mixed her stats and proficiencies to keep it balanced.

The second thing he did calls for a little bit of backstory. Before he joined the party was visiting a monk. Outside there was a hellhound who had been chasing us. Our ranger decided as a joke to try and tame it. A few lucky rolls later and soon he had a pet hellhound he named Sunshine as an animal companion. The DM allowed it as it was lucky and honestly a really funny moment. Now SD kept insisting that the dm remove the rangers newest good-girl, since "A Hellhound could not be an animal companion". The DM put his foot down and simply stated that he was allowing the ranger to keep the hellhound, but was going to dial it down.

Continuing with the side DMing, in the latest session the party was meant to crash a fancy party being thrown by a warlord. SD (of course) decides to play lone wolf, so the rest of us decided to use the buddy system. At some point, we met up with an NPC we had met before(a half vampire rogue). SD then rudely interrupted, describing the manor and what he was doing and tried to made himself the center of attention. This description took 10 minutes, royally pissing off the party. He also had a habit of undermining the DM a lot.

To add to long list table-top-rpg sins, may I add he never seemed to roll anything less than a 16? Through a 3 1/2 hour session, with about 5 combat encounters, not once did he roll below a 16 in all those encounters, even in normal perception checks. Needless to say, we all smelle

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How do Public Figures Respond when Publicly Confronted on Issues Like Their Weight?

One of my favorite musicians of all time, one of my heroes, and one of my "spirit animals" Fiona Apple, recently released a new album after a very long time. I've been listening to it a lot and it's got me thinking about how people constantly attack Eugenia and publicly confront her on her weight and appearance, and it makes me think about what happened with Fiona Apple, and I thought I should make a post about it.

Fiona Apple was bullied and sexually assaulted as a young girl, and she developed a lot of self esteem and body image issues which led to mental health issues and an eating disorder.

"Growing up, Apple was often teased for her looks. She withdrew from her peers and, per Rolling Stone, regularly skipped school. Rorschach tests would later suggest she had depression and anti-social behavior. The darkness in her head peaked at age 11. While walking with a classmate, Apple vowed aloud to kill herself and her sister.

Apple started seeing a therapist, which worsened her self-image. She told the LA Times, "I really thought I was fine until they put me into therapy. Then I thought, 'Well, maybe something's wrong with me.' It screwed me up." Her relationship with her parents also suffered, according to the Washington Post. Fiona felt misunderstood, and her parents felt she was manipulative. In an attempt to be heard, she wrote letters and read them to her folks. Her letters evolved into songs, and eventually everyone heard her....

At age 12 Apple was raped outside her mother's Manhattan apartment. As she recalled in a Rolling Stone interview, it happened the day before Thanksgiving. She was walking home from school when a man followed her and lurked outside her building after pressing the buzzer to no avail. Apple attempted to evade him by running inside, but he grabbed the door before it closed. He then grabbed her as she was unlocking her own door and threatened her with a weapon. After violating her, he vilely remarked, "Happy Thanksgiving. Next time don't let strangers in."

The incident seared itself into Apple's brain. Fright blighted her dreams. She would stab her bedroom closet with a knife and cry. Feelings of powerlessness later led to an eating disorder that drove her to avoid foods "that looked a certain way" or "were a certain color." This ugliness isn't obvious in the song "Sullen Girl." Rather, Apple wraps her suffering in an elegant allegory: "They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea / But he washed me 'shore a

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Yuumi - a story of how I came to be a one-trick of the most hated support in League.

Hey guys. Today I'd like to present you a much different post. This isn't satire, or an epic play, or helpful info, or slandering Riot, or anything of that sort. This is just my story. The story of a one trick. It will be long. I've written and re-written this many times already to try and shorten it down so please do bare with me. It's my personal story.

I'm a 16 year old girl with autism. Insert meme of "why don't you main yasuo L0L" here. I have had it all my life and I don't know what it's like to live as a neurotypical. My schools made it hard on me. Every single school I've gone to except for one in the Netherlands has just...treated me badly. From teachers physically pulling and pushing me, segregating me (one teacher kept me at school for an entire 8 hour school trip for no reason at all, leaving me completely alone for an entire school day) and more. My current (well, former now) school acts like I'm not disabled because I develop ways to cope, and denies me resources and therapy that I'm entitled to. I needed years of therapy purely because of how damaged I was from school. After turning 16 I dropped out of school.

That's part 1 of my IRL story, let's move to part 2. In 2015, I moved from the Netherlands to Ireland for family reasons. In 2016, I adopted a 7 month old kitten named Ozzy. A ginger and white tabby and a beautiful cat. I'd known him for a newborn so he was very special to me.

Multiple things happened. October 2016, my aunt who I was close to passed of a heart attack suddenly. Emergency services did not arrive quickly enough as the closest hospital to her is an hour away. The cats she owned died or left as her husband was too old and frail to care for them. The Friday after she died, a stray cat appeared at our door. A pregnant queen. We named this queen Ember.

Ember birthed four kittens which we raised carefully. As we had six cats at that point in a house we were renting we had to give Ember and her kittens away. It hurt my heart but this was at the time I was severely addicted to League (we'll talk about that soon) and I didn't go with them to say goodbye, I preferred to stay home and play league.

Then it was just Ozzy. Then, it happened. He was killed by a fox. It was to be expected as he was primarily an outdoor cat, he didn't spend too much time inside and he hated being inside too. He didn't even have a litterbox, to give you an idea of how little time he spent outside. (he didn't know how to use a litterbox anyway)

To

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CMV: In the Ballad of Buster Scruggs, the quadruple amputee does not *spoiler*

die.

I've shopped this theory around, and I think it holds up. I haven't yet heard definitive arguments against it. Let's see if that changes.

Let's put the amputee short story aside for a moment, and look at only the other shorts. What is the only thing about them that connects them thematically, besides how they're all set in the wild west? It's death, obviously. But more importantly, it's the sort of person who dies that matters.

Buster Scruggs himself is the first to die. He's something of a pastiche of the old-timey western hero, complete with musical numbers. He's a totally unbeatable gunslinger, constantly showing off how good he is by doing totally unnecessary and flashy tricks to down his assailants. At the end, he gets killed because he refuses to have a count in a duel. He is so confident in his abilities, that he never once considered that he might not actually be the fastest gun in the west. One could say that it was his Pride that ultimately got him killed.

The unnamed bank robber, played by James Franco, gives little indication of his motives for robbing that bank. But it leads him down a path that eventually winds him up getting hanged, twice, with the second attempt actually being successful. The only line of his that seems to come out of left-field is the very last line before he's executed: He sees an attractive woman in the crowd, and says "There's a pretty girl". Given this is our only clue about him outside of what we see in the short itself, we can assume that his motive for stealing money had something to do with wanting to find a pretty girl, since back then, marriages were typically decided by a girl's parents who may not accept a proposal from a man who was poor. So what really got him hanged was his Lust.

Are you seeing a pattern yet? Good. The Prospector short is largely peaceful throughout, with the prospector gleefully toiling away at locating a vein of gold for several days. Until the end, where moments after he finally finds the pocket of gold, he is attacked by a man who presumably had been scouting him out, waiting for the time when all the dirty work had been done and he could reap the benefits of the prospector's hard work. Greed is the deadly sin being committed here, and the prospector kills the vulture, continuing the theme of the deadly sins being, well, deadly.

Next is the story of Alice, as she travels to Oregon to potentially find a husband along with her brother who has a dubious business opportunity the

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Signs of Collapse 2020 Q2

Hi /r/Sustainability! I have been working on an ongoing project for over 4 years now nick-named “[Signs of collapse]”. Even if we strive for and dream of a sustainable world, a lot of things are becoming worse. And I think in order to reach a world that is truly sustainable, it's imperative that we fully understand where we are now and which path we are on. To progress, we have to identify the problems and accept them for what they are if we wish to have any chance addressing them.

I try my best to not make this series into a rant about every little problem or mishap that’s going on. Even in a sustainable society accidents would happen and natural catastrophes would occur, seasons would vary in intensity from year to year and so on. So what I present here is my best attempt at distilling out anthropogenic anomalies.

I define a “sign of collapse” as a negative market externality that the current socioeconomic system for whatever reason hasn’t dealt with and is now ending up hurting people or the ecosystem. I try to pick studies and news that shows the occurring consequences of the current system’s failure to deal with externalities.

I’m also trying to make the argument, and feel free to disagree with me and have a discussion, that urgent action is needed now and there's close to no upper limit to how radically environmentalist one can reasonably become at the present time. If you want to do something, you better hurry before it’s too late.

Feel free to share any of the material or repost this on other suitable subreddits. If you would like to get involved in this project, don’t hesitate to chat me up.

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Final Fantasy VII Remake - Review Mega Thread

Game Information

Game Title: Final Fantasy VII Remake

Genre: Japanese role-playing game, dystopian, science fiction

Platforms: PS4

Media: E3 2015 Trailer | PSX 2015 Trailer

State of Play 2019 Trailer | E3 2019 Trailer | TGS 2019 Trailer | TGA 2019 Trailer

"A Symphonic Reunion" | Theme Song Trailer | Opening Movie

Inside FF7 Remake Episode 1: Introduction | Episode 2: Story | Episode 3: Combat and Action

Final Trailer

Developer: Square Enix Business Division 1 Info

Developer's HQ: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan

Publisher: Square Enix

Price: Standard - $59.99 USD

Digital Deluxe - $79.99 USD contents

Release Date: April 10, 2020

Review Aggregator:

OpenCritic - 85 | 91% Recommended [PS4]

MetaCritic - 88 [PS4]

Reviews

Eurogamer - Aoife Wilson - Recommended

>An expansive remake that treads carefully upon this most cherished of games, though some blunders will linger long in the memory.

Player2.net.au - Stephen del Prado - B+

>“A staggering reimagining of a genre touchstone, FFVIIR makes improvements upon the original in many areas but is similarly harmed by some uneven additions.”

[Ars Technica](https://opencriti

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Signs of Collapse 2020 Q2

Hi /r/LateStageCapitalism, I have for over 4 years collected studies and news articles that points to “[Signs of collapse]” of our current global market economy/society. Before I go on, let me first describe what I mean and how I use the term "sign of collapse". Because it's virtually impossible to point to definitive proof that our society is collapsing under the pressure of the market economy and since any one single event can't be justified proof, I've taken to collect a lot of indicators that we're in fact in the later stages of capitalism.

A "sign of collapse" is therefore a negative market externality that the current socioeconomic system for whatever reason hasn’t dealt with and is now ending up hurting people or the ecosystem. The idea is that when the amount, frequency and magnitude of these increases, they will start to destabilize the system.

I try my best to not make this series into a rant about every little problem or mishap that’s going on. Even in a sustainable society accidents would happen and natural catastrophes would occur, seasons would vary in intensity from year to year and so on. I try to pick studies and news that shows the occurring consequences of the current system’s failure to deal with externalities. I'm trying to avoid prognoses and instead only talk about what's happens right now, as it's easy to discard things that might not even occur.

I’m also trying to make the argument, and feel free to disagree with me and have a discussion, that “the collapse” that some people are waiting for that will apparently “wake up” people is occurring right now, and if you want to do something, you better hurry before it’s too late. And despite which path we’re on, we have to identify the problems and accept them for what they are if we wish to have any chance addressing them.

Feel free to share any of the material or repost this on other suitable subreddits. If you would like to get involved in this project, don’t hesitate to chat me up.

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Final Fantasy VII Remake - Review Mega Thread

Game Information

Game Title: Final Fantasy VII Remake

Genre: Japanese role-playing game, dystopian, science fiction

Platforms: PS4

Media: E3 2015 Trailer | PSX 2015 Trailer

State of Play 2019 Trailer | E3 2019 Trailer | TGS 2019 Trailer | TGA 2019 Trailer

"A Symphonic Reunion" | Theme Song Trailer | Opening Movie

Inside FF7 Remake Episode 1: Introduction | Episode 2: Story | Episode 3: Combat and Action

Final Trailer

Developer: Square Enix Business Division 1 Info

Developer's HQ: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan

Publisher: Square Enix

Price: Standard - $59.99 USD

Digital Deluxe - $79.99 USD contents

Release Date: April 10, 2020

Review Aggregator:

OpenCritic - 85 | 91% Recommended [PS4]

MetaCritic - 88 [PS4]

Reviews

Eurogamer - Aoife Wilson - Recommended

>An expansive remake that treads carefully upon this most cherished of games, though some blunders will linger long in the memory.

Player2.net.au - Stephen del Prado - B+

>“A staggering reimagining of a genre touchstone, FFVIIR makes improvements upon the original in many areas but is similarly harmed by some uneven additions.”

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Signs of Collapse 2020 Q2

Hi /r/TZM! I have been working on an ongoing project for over 4 years now nick-named “[Signs of collapse]”. I’m confident the world is getting worse, but despite which path we’re on, we have to identify the problems and accept them for what they are if we wish to have any chance addressing them.

I try my best to not make this series into a rant about every little problem or mishap that’s going on. Even in a sustainable society accidents would happen and natural catastrophes would occur, seasons would vary in intensity from year to year and so on. So what I present here is my best attempt at distilling out anthropogenic anomalies.

I define a “sign of collapse” as a negative market externality that the current socioeconomic system for whatever reason hasn’t dealt with and is now ending up hurting people or the ecosystem. I try to pick studies and news that shows the occurring consequences of the current system’s failure to deal with externalities.

I’m also trying to make the argument, and feel free to disagree with me and have a discussion, that “the collapse” that some people are waiting for that will apparently “wake up” people is occurring right now, and if you want to do something, you better hurry before it’s too late.

Feel free to share any of the material or repost this on other suitable subreddits. If you would like to get involved in this project, don’t hesitate to chat me up.

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  • Shooting of Breonna Taylor
  • [‘I Can’t Breathe!’: Video Of Fatal Arrest Shows Minneapolis Officer Kneeling On George Floyd’s Neck For Several Minutes](https://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2020/05/26/george-floyd-man-dies-after-being-arrested-by-minneapolis-police-fb
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We found a statue of a woman down by the river - Part 3 - The Kothepo

Part 1

Part 2

Aunty Andy wouldn’t let us back in our rooms. She gathered up blankets and pillows and kept us all in the lounge-room.

“Is Liam gonna hurt us?” I said with my blanket up to my eyes. The two winced in surprise obviously forgetting for a moment that I’d read about him in the book.

“No I’ve told the police and their on the way now,” said Aunt Andy. “I’m gonna call for your Uncle to come here as well.”

I feel like she was trying to downplay the situation to keep us calm.

“Can we have the books?” asked Lou. “I want to read the rest.”

Aunt Andy shifted uncomfortably on the spot before getting to her feet. She nearly ran for the corridor. I felt like the dark window was watching us. I wish we could draw the blinds but I didn’t want to get up and go over. I buried my face away in my blankets.

“Here you go,” said Aunt Andy, reappearing with the books. Dad got up from the couch.

“Cup of tea?” he said in his quiet voice. “Hot chocolate?”

He limped around the kitchen, getting us all hot drinks. I opened up the book and continued reading.

*

Dandelion of course can’t tell you what happened on the river, so I’ll let you know.

We walked, single file out of the clearing. The rest of the community were playing mournful music, thumping drums like a funeral dirge. As we approached the river, we broke into two groups, the boys putting the raft down at the riverbed, the girls continuing into the forest. There were teary faces and sniffling everywhere.

All of us boys climbed into the raft and Glen pushed us into the water before climbing in after us. We began to drift gently away. Our little lethal river trip had begun.

Including me, there were eight guys on the raft. Morris, formally Luna had come out as trans when we were kids. I used to think that although the cult was terrible the one good thing about it was that it wasn’t bigoted. Morris only got flack for not changing his name to something nature-themed. Dandelion pointed out to me later that Liam’s little love party only had white people in it so all the adults were most likely racist. I hadn’t even realized that.

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Room 1911: An Exorcist Walks Into a Bar

I had to admit, for the alleged location of a sinister cult gathering, the hotel was rather lush. The place was all lacquered wood and vault ceilings, soft red carpet over marble floors and polished bronze everywhere you looked. Massive French windows flooded the lobby in cool winter sunshine. Tall plants stood potted like green sentinels as you walked through the rotating glass doors. I took a deep breath and caught the smell of fresh lemon and ageless wood.

A posh experience, for sure. Even the walls seemed to bleed classical music.

The lobby was lively but not too crowded and I was able to walk right to the front desk without waiting in line. Unfortunately, reception was an empty chair with an old speaker box. A little sign rested against the speaker: “Back in eight minutes. Press the red button for service.” Before I could tap the speaker, a soft voice chimed in from over my shoulder.

“Checking in?” the voice asked.

I turned to see a well-dressed young man standing behind me. He wore a navy blazer with red piping, a red tie and rimless spectacles in front of accommodating eyes. There was a shiny golden nametag pinned to his label: Concierge.

“Yep,” I said, “Reservation for Eric [redacted].”

The Concierge walked around behind reception and glanced down at something I couldn’t see.

“Of course,” he said, looking up. “Room 1911. One night, already paid. Excellent. Please sign the registry.”

He smiled as I jotted down my name and room number. Then he handed me a large brass key.

“We hope you enjoy your stay,” he purred.

“You, too,” I replied, immediately wincing at how stupid that sounded since he was on the clock. I briefly flirted with the idea of returning the key, leaving the hotel and stepping into traffic. I decided to live with my embarrassment and slinked off towards the elevators.

It was the nicest hotel room I’d ever stayed in. The bed was soft and clean, the bathroom spacious, and the curtains looked like they cost more than my first car. Sunlight poured in through the wide, clear windows. Windows, plural. My room had two of the suckers. I was feeling about one small crown shy of a kingdom.

I didn’t actually know how much the room cost but I was pretty certain it was out of my price range. The reservation was pre-paid by the same mysterious benefactor who emailed me the tip about the hotel hosting a convention for the Redburn Cult, also known as the Holy Order of the Royal Acre of the Great Eight. The Red 8s for short. I’d b

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Curious patterns in lyrics of music bands

I think that "every" music band has an abstract minimalistic writing pattern for their lyrics

you can formulate those patterns with the help of a few concepts that I hope will be intuitive enough

I will analyze: ILiKETRAiNS, Linkin Park, Electric Six, Depeche Mode, The Cure, Assemblage 23, Michael Jackson, De/Vision.

ILiKETRAiNS sings about a situation and an "outcome" in it. What is an "outcome"?

Simple example of an "outcome" is the negative outcome — aftermath

  • How could I Have led these men to their demise And they just follow? (Terra Nova)
  • It was such a lovely party Before the accident occured (The Accident)
  • They've made mountains out of mole hills Let them climb They can chase me to the ends Of the Earth (A Rook House for Bobby)
  • Please don't go into the kitchen That's where the knives are And I won't be held responsible (Stainless Steel)

Linkin Park sings about how the whole life comes to just one event:

  • I'll face myself To cross out what I've become (What I’ve Done)
  • I tried so hard and got so far But in the end, it doesn't even matter (In the End)
  • I'm breaking the habit tonight (Breaking the Habit)
  • After my dreaming, I woke with this fear What am I leaving when I'm done here? (Leave Out All the Rest)

For the next one we need the notion of a "state". What is a "state"?

Simple example of a "state" is an emotional state, a more complex one is just some abstract time slot or state of affairs

Electric Six combines an [emotional] state with an outcome [aftermath]:

  • I watch a movie for a little bit of escapism, release, you know I’m not looking to have my entire world view challenged I don’t like I’ve got to go on a killing spree (Worst Movie Ever)
  • Its methods are filling me with doubt This experience is starting to creep me out (Broken Machine)
  • Emotions defaulting on their loans You spend the rest of your days alone, alone (Psychic Visions)
  • There are Germans in Mexico Taking over tonight Falling in love with your daughter (Germans in Mexico)

Another way to combine an [emotional] state and an outcome [aftermath] is presented in Depeche Mode songs:

  • We always tried to share The tenderest of care Now look what we have put you through (Precious)
  • I'm taking a ride with my best friend I hope he never lets me down again (Never Let Me Down Again)
  • Where were you when I fell from grace? Frozen heart, an empty space (Suffer Well)
  • ***A
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Eternity Crown: Part 6

Sixth Seat- The Thief*

The Thief's Sermon- Oh Thief, let us revel in your capture. You believed you could come into our sacred places, you believed you could steal that which belongs to Him. You believed yourself untouchable, but he sees all. Give us your tools that we might see the Eternity Crown.

7\10- The best-laid plans are the ones that bring them to me.

Ricky James stood across the street and watched the man with the cloudy hair lead the other man into his storage unit. Ricky, Slick Ricky as he was known on the street, was no college boy, but he was pretty sure that the man being led into the unit at gunpoint was Senator Evans. The maybe Senator Evans did not look overly pleased to be going with the man with the cloudy hair. In fact, he seemed downright unhappy to be going inside. As the door rolled down, Ricky leaned back against the wall and let the ash from his cigarette fall into the wind. He had all night to wait right here, and he wasn't leaving until the cloudy guy came back out.

Ricky had been watching this particular unit for the last month.

He had seen the guy bringing in junk, had even helped him with a few bags actually. The old guy had seemed happy to have Ricky's help up until Ricky caught sight of whatever the guy was making in there. Ricky had thought the guy was an artist maybe, maybe a pervert with a thing for trash, but when he saw what the guy was making, he knew he had to get a closer look. The dude had silver in there, lots of silver, and he was making some kind of shrine. Ricky had seen it sparkling in the candlelight, but he'd also seen that big vase sitting on the shrine.

The vase had been something else. Carved from rock that looked older than sin. Its red eyes had looked at Ricky and judged him in the space of five seconds. The faces were primordial, ancient, and Ricky could believe that this vase had judged dinosaurs before the meteor. Ricky had taken a step inside, wanting to look closer, but the cloud haired man had put a hand against his chest and told him to leave. Asked him if he could please leave so he could continue his work.

Ricky had been too stunned to protest, and as the door rolled down, he knew he had to have it.

He had been here every day for the last month. To be fair, this was Ricky's spot. Ricky sold a little of this and a little of that to people who could afford it. The "this and that" usually fit nicely into baggies, which fit nicely into Ricky's pockets. Someone would walk by, recognize Ricky

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[RF] Through the Woods and Over the Hill (Pat 1 of 3)

First couple of chapters of a longer short story/near novella length piece I've written. Just started writing and completing longer creative pieces. Looking for any and all feedback to improve!

Chapter I

An aroma of stale, burnt coffee and cigarettes hung in the air. The acrid stench had settled into the walls and woven its way into the very foundation of the place. Cracked linoleum lined the floors and the streaky, grease-smudged windows looked out onto a weedy parking lot dotted with half rusted cars. A single waitress slumped behind the counter, scrolling through her phone, looking bored. A patron with a heavy beard sat at the counter nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee, clad in a flannel jacket worn to the threads, mud caked heavy on his boots.

Two men sat in one of the booths. One of them, a small, lean man with a smattering of grease-doused hair, leaned across the table, speaking in a hushed tone. The table jutted into his hairy stomach, peeking out from under his too-tight shirt. His companion sat with his hands clenched on the table in front of him, his plate of food untouched.

“I know you need the money, John. God knows your little girl’s mom is doing fuck-all to help out. Needle poking out of her arm, stumbling around looking half dead. You know I found her passed out in the back of the CVS down the block last week? Nearly gave her a shot to bring her back, she was so gone. Haven’t I always taken care of you, John? I hooked you up with them races when you first come back and had nobody.” Smoke billowed from his mouth and floated towards the ceiling in ribbons.

John looked out the window at the steel grey curtains of rain undulating across the parking lot and back towards the man across from him.

“This isn’t some little job you’re asking for here, Scouser. This is dangerous - those guards don’t fuck around. Half of them want to play the hero, clean their guns every night, just begging for some half-wit scumbag to come knocking so he can put a notch in his belt and go home with a war story.”

“That’s in your head, John-boy. These guys are just collecting a paycheck, they don’t care about the merchandise. This is an easy job for you. All you have to do is drive, like you done a thousand fuckin’ times on that track. Hell, should be even easier, this bein’ on asphalt and all.”

“Who’s the other guy?” John asked

“Mickey Heller”

“Oh fucking hell Scouser, Mickey? Mickey is fucking nuts, we’ll get pinched two minutes into the damn job.”

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