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Write it down. The date. The time. What they said. What you said. What you couldn’t. This isn’t overreacting. It’s documenting.

Tell someone you trust. Not the one who explains it away. The one who believes you.

Save everything. Emails, DMs, texts. Rename the folder something boring.

Find the policy. It’s probably buried under “Respect in the Workplace.” Highlight it like your job depends on it—because it might.

Pay attention to what happens next. The silence. The cold shoulder. The missed invites. That counts too.

If it gets worse, you're not imagining it. Retaliation is common. It’s also illegal.

Don’t quit just to make it stop. Not before you talk to someone. A lawyer. A hotline. A friend who’s been there.

Crying in the bathroom is not unprofessional. Neither is dissociating. Nor surviving.

It’s okay to stay. It’s okay to leave. Either way, you’re strong.

What happened to you matters. Even if you stayed quiet. Even if you laughed. Even if you stayed quiet for a long, long, time.

NOTE: I wrote this on paper first (pic above) but realised my handwriting is mostly indecipherable trash. Didn't want to put you through that. Also, can people born after 2000 even read cursive nowadays? I truly have no idea.

What Is A Big Bang?

I don't want to be a writer or an artist, can I still participate?

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5K word requirement for fanfiction. You can, and are of course, encouraged to, go over the requirement!

Tag appropiately. You are allowed to be dark in your fiction, but we require that content warnings be given with the writer summaries and that important tags are included with both the art and the fiction in our event.

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So I LOVE horror films and literature. There’s something about controlled anxiety that makes my REAL anxiety seem more manageable. (Sure I got a threatening letter from the IRS but AT LEAST THERE’S NOT AN AXE MURDERER CHASING ME!)

One of my favorite tropes is when The Final Girl gets her revenge on whatever loony or monster has been terrorizing everyone.

I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you. 

So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.” 

So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened. 

So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.

Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.

Because I'm bored. And I wanna give my trilogy more attention lmao. And I think we all could use a cringe or laugh-

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George: Alexander? I cut my finger chopping cheese...

Hamilton: *groans* Dad-

George: *smirks* But I think I may have...greater problems...

Hamilton: .... *walks out of the room*

***

George: Do horses ever have bad hair days, Mr. Meade?

Meade: ...

George: *grins* Neigh~

Meade: *slow claps*

***

George: Sometimes I squat on the floor, put my arms around my knees, and lean forward.

Hamilton, Laurens, Meade, Tench, Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, Tallmadge, Lafayette, and Mrs. Washington: ...

Mrs. Washington: *sighs*

George: Because that's how...I...roll...

Hamilton: *leaves the room again*

***

George: Lafayette, son, did you hear what about the cheese factory? That had exploded in France?

Lafayette: ...

George: There was nothing left but de Brei.

Lafayette: ... I'm not even going to say anything.

***

George: Where did King George keeps his armies?

Hamilton and Laurens: *exchanges looks before shrugging*

George: *smug look* In his sleevies.

Hamilton: *getting up from the chair* Nope. That's it. I'm outta here.

***

George: What do you call a chicken with lettuce in his eye?

Eliza, Angelica, and Peggy: ....

George: Chicken sees a salad!

The Sisters: *groans*

***

George: When I found out my toaster was waterproof...I was shocked.

Mrs. Washington and Henry Laurens: ...

H. Laurens to Mrs. Washington: *whispers* Is he normally like this...?

***

George: If you see a crime at an apple store, does that make you an eyewitness...?

Andre: ...

George: ...Get it? ...Eyewitness...?

Andre: Alexander? Your father's being weird again-

***

George: What do you call someone with no body and no nose?

Mulligan: ...

Hamilton: Oh, God not again-

George: Nobody knows

Hamilton: *groans into pillow*

***

*Hamilton and Laurens leaning in for a kiss*

George: *whispers* Criminals are stealing wheels from police cars...

Hamilton: *growls*

George: The cops are working tireslessly to catch them.

Hamilton: *growls* Dad...

Laurens: *sighs*

***

George: Why couldn't the bicycle stand up by itself?

Tallmadge: ...

George: It was two tired...

Tallmadge: *leaves the room*

***

George: Mr. Tilghman? How does a penguin build his house?

Tench: ...

George: "IGloos" it together!

Tench: *heavy sigh* No offense, sir, but you're worse than Kidder-

***

George: Did you know in King Arthur's Time, one of the knights at the round table collected taxes?

Hamilton: ...

George: His name was "Sir Charge"

Hamilton: Don't say anything, Alex, just don't say anything-

***

George: What do you call someone who gets mad when they don't have any bread?

Mrs. Washington: George, dear-

George: Lack toast intolerant-

Hamilton: ...Dad, no-

***

George: What was the foot's favorite type of chips?

Laurens and Walker: ...

George: Dori-Toes!

Laurens and Walker: *splutters into laughter*

George: Ha-Ha! Martha, I got one!

***

George: What did the pot eat on its birthday?

Coach Adams and Mr. Knocks: ....

George: Pancakes!

Hamilton: *sighs and puts face in hands*

***

George: Why didn't the boat dock?

Harrison: ...

George: Too much pier pressure!

Harrison: ...

***

George: In doing some research, I found out that King Arthur, huge partier, he'd have these crazy parties. You know what he called them?

Hamilton, Laurens, Meade, Tench, Harrison: ...

George: All knighters!

Hamilton: *splutters into laughter*

George: Ha-ha! Yes! Martha! I got Alexander to crack!

***

George: How do you get a squirrell down from a tree?

Hamilton and Andre: *drinking water*

George: Pull down your pants and show him your nuts.

“If it was a Muslim or a Mexican…”