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valeskafics · 1 year

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Headcanons for Being Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron's Maid (Modern AU)

A/N: from an anon request - the brothers go to uni together and viserys hires them a maid who eventually becomes their live-in gf/sugar baby/housewife. AND YES LUKE HEMMINGS IS MY FC FOR DAERON IM NOT SORRY

TW: profanity, innuendo, power imbalance because they're technically her bosses PLEASE keep that in mind, nsfw material, voyeurism, p in v sex, oral sex m and f receiving, masturbation, the targ bros perving

-when viserys and alicent's youngest son, daeron, joins his brothers at university, the parents decide to splurge on a luxury high rise apartment for the three young men to share

-aegon is in business school, just loafing around the apartment most of the time, aemond is doing his masters and daeron is a junior and has just transferred to citadel university where his older brothers are

-hoping to keep them out of any scandalous relationships (ie aemond's fairly high profile affair with one alys rivers), they hire you, a girl around daeron's age, attending the same school, to work as their live-in housekeeper

-and you are more than enough to keep the boys occupied

-when they move into their new apartment they are extremely shocked to learn that you come with it, especially when they walk in on you standing up on top of a chair as you try to dust one of the higher bookshelves, almost able to see the curve of your ass under the skirt you're wearing

-aegon, of course, is the first to make a move, considering he's the casanova of the family, he flirts with you incessantly, hangs around the kitchen whenever you're in there, always brushing up against you for longer than necessary, "accidentally" grinding his hard-on against your ass

-asks you to bend over for the most trivial of reasons, just likes seeing your ass up in all honesty

-you've definitely accidentally walked in on him watching "housekeeper/maid" porn on pornhub more than once (he doesn't apologize or anything, just gives you a cocky little smile)

-you don't really mind, finding him pretty attractive, and eventually, he manages to convince you to hook up with him (he convinces you to fuck him while you're still wearing your maid's uniform oops, pulls the shirt part down past your tits so he can mouth at them, watching them bounce in his face while you ride him)

-daeron is the second one of the brothers to give into this desire for you

-daeron is wildly popular, dates a lot of girls, but ever since you came to work for them, he's slowed down on that, forming a sort of friendship with you since you actually have a couple of classes together

-little do you know, at least at first, that daeron's interests go far beyond friendship

-he's even pervier than aegon; steals your underwear from the laundry hamper on your days off, when you're at one of your classes and not working at the house, sometimes he goes and buries his face in your pillow while rubbing one out, pounding into your mattress and pretending it's you

-when you catch him one day, he's surprised when you don't say anything and instead just straddle him and tell him you both need to be extra quiet since aemond is home

-of course, aemond can hear every little moan you make of daeron's name, he can hear how his brother is almost taunting him by saying how fucking wet and tight you are

-aemond is the last of the targaryen brothers to finally get a chance with you

-he's heard you talk on the phone with a friend after being done with work about your weakness for grey sweatpants - surprise, that's all he wears around the house now. grey sweatpants and nothing else

-you find yourself really attracted to aemond but the guy is so hard to get a read on that you can't tell if he wants you the same way his brothers do

-aemond is patient, he wants you desperate for him, he knows you're hooking up with both of his brothers, that you're enjoying it, but he wants to make you work for it when it comes to him, fucking egomaniac that he is

-so one day, he "accidentally" walks in on you bouncing up and down on aegon's cock

-and you're surprisingly turned on by the fact that he's just standing there watching the two of you

-when you're bent over cleaning aemond's desk the next day, he moves up behind you and asks if he can "taste your pretty little pussy"

-bends you over the table and eats you out from behind oops

-then you return the favor and he's obsessed with the sight of you on your knees, your pretty lips around his cock as he thrusts into your mouth

-so you and the three brothers come to an agreement of sorts, where you're with the three of them

-because in all honesty? you do genuinely find all three attractive

-plus, when you become their official "girlfriend", you are absolutely SPOILED, with them showering you with physical affection and gifts

-why have one or two when you can have three i guess?

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creativecuteness · 3 months

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Total Slaughter Island (Rescue Rangers) Prologue

I did promise I would post each week and here's the beginning of my brand shiny new Fanfic based on Evaeee-ry's horror AU I used to love Total Drama as a kid and in a way I feel like I'm writing a love letter. Anyway, enjoy the Prologue and let me know you're thoughts.

The fresh ocean breeze left a salty taste in her mouth and nostrils as the bow rocked to and fro. She stared at her reflection in the clear blue water with purpose. With the cloudless sky, orbiting seagulls, and cool breeze, it was a perfect summer day. Perfect for swimming, fishing, and cold creamy treats, but it wasn’t perfect in fact; to her, the last thirty days couldn’t have been more stressful.

She glanced at her associate out of the corner of her eye. The sun always had a way of hitting his handsome features just right—his short black hair, subtle beard, and brown eyes. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a teal green one over it, dark shoes, and brown khakis. his sorry excuse for a signature outfit.

To many, Christopher McLean was the Canadian equivalent of a Hollywood icon; he has appeared in countless movies, was a host for several radio shows, podcasts, and reality TV shows (put a pin in for that last one), and he was handsome to boot, especially when the light hits him just right. But to her, it wasn’t endearing as much as it was annoying.

Dakota Natalie (age 16) knew full well that Chris’s nice guy act was nothing more than that. His quote-on-quote acts of selflessness were just a way to paint himself as a humble, chivalrous, not your average celebrity kind of guy. But below the surface, the countless fangirls and mutual respect were the many ways he stroked his own ego. In actuality, Chris was an egomaniac, narcissistic, and overall insufferable. Any brave fool who tried to call him out on it would be fired on the spot and taken to court for ludicrous charges. Only a fool would work for Chirs, and sadly, Dakota, their captain who was manning the boat, and two junior high schoolers were those fools.

She turned herself fully to get a better look at Chris as he smoked his cigarette. He truly had no care in the world, and that just added to the young girl’s disgust. How could he be so nonchalant about this? Were his staff and actors just that disposable to him? Or maybe he was starting to feel an ounce of regret and couldn’t risk showing that vulnerability. Dakota liked to think it was the second option, but the logical side of her knew what was going on in his twisted brain.

Chris lowred his cigarette and puffed out smoke, all of which hit the brunette square in the face, making her start hacking as she fanned the air as the smoke stung her eyes and lungs.

“Ugh, yet another reason why I shouldn’t start smoking." She prayed that the repulsive stench wouldn’t linger on her clothes. A brown-skinned girl with purple hair in a braid handed her some water, which she gladly drank. Once her coughing fit ended, she gave Chis the best death glare she could muster.

“Watch where you’re blowing that stuff. Are you trying to kill me too?" She spat, a small part of her wanting to throw the TV host overboard.

“Hey, I gave you a warning, but you were so lost in my beauty, I guess you didn’t hear me.” He remarked teasingly. Even in her observation, she didn’t see his lips moving once he hadn’t said anything to her, and he knew she knew that. Barely anything gets past her.

“Pfft as if.” She scuffed, crossing her arms and leaning back on the railing. “I’m just seeing if you regret leaving twenty-one teenagers on a deserted island while you left to save your own hide.”

Chris’s features softened for once, letting his ego deflate as he gave his assistant an affectionate pat on the head. She had the urge to push it away, but moments like this were rare and far between, so she let it slide. (Just this once.)

“Look, as much as I hate admitting my wrongdoings, you have a point.” He sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette, this time blowing in the direction of the wind (and out of her face). “I shouldn’t have left those kids on the island with a crazy killer.” He spoke, “It’s just seeing Ezekiel’s head and severed body parts I panicked. I didn’t know what to do; what was I supposed to do?”

“Uh, bring them with you!” She snapped, banging her fist on the metal railing, startling their other two helpers, who were playing Go Fish using a barrel as a makeshift table. "Call the authorities and let them handle the rest! But no, you had to selfishly leave, giving those kids no way out, all of which could be dead thanks to you. How do we tell their parents?! They’ll sue you from here to Timbuktu; your reputation will be ruined, and you have yourself to blame for this, McLean!" She yelled, giving him another hateful glare.

Chris had to hand it to her; just like Hearther, her looks could kill, and it left him regretting waiting this long to rescue them.

A Hispanic teenager with short brown hair watched the scene unfold. He thanked his lucky stars that he wasn’t chosen for the show. As Chris and Dakota argued back and forth on the morality of their situation, he eyed the purple-haired girl and motioned for her to invite Dakota to play with them.

She nodded in understanding, not wanting this short-term alliance to be the end of them before their search even began. “Hey Dakota!” She spoke, waving to her, “Why don’t you play with us? We need a third player to even the playing ground.”

Dakota thought for a moment, giving a small glance at Chris, wondering if he had any final words on their conversation, but figured it’d be better to just end it now.

"Fine, deal me in.” She agreed, not giving the former host a second glance as she joined the two acquaintances, her expression still stormy, which showed since she didn’t bother to make small talk; the only time she spoke was to ask for a card. Chris would never admit it out loud, but he hated seeing her like this; Dakota’s dad was an old friend of his. Back before Chris was a big-time movie star, he got his start as a radio host. Dakota’s father worked in audiovisual and kept the sound in check and made sure the equipment stayed in perfect condition. It wasn’t long before Chris had himself a small fan base and was asked to audition for a variety of different roles. (His voice and charisma made him very likeable.) It wasn’t until years later that he reconnected with his old friend and offered him a job in the studio; he had a pet project he was secretly working on and wanted the best AV man on board. Plus, hearing he had a wife and daughter was intriguing; he guessed it wouldn’t be bad to have one of them on board too.

It wasn’t long before he met Dakota and took a minor liking to her; she was sweet, patient, and didn’t talk too much, which Chris minded at first, expecting to be bombarded with questions and the story of his life. Only to have that come crashing down when she stated she had never heard of him. Those words felt like a punch to the gut, and he took it personally. If it wasn’t for his busy schedule and reputation, he’d take her to the screening room and show her his filmography. But he had work to do, and being full of yourself doesn’t make for a good first impression, so he let the remark slide, reasoned his work in America wasn’t as popular as it was in his home country, and gave the family the tour, making a mental note to get Dakota familiar with his acting career when he had the time.

It wasn’t long before he developed a sort of uncle/niece, father/daughter relationship with her. For once, Chris’s ego didn’t get the better of him, and he enjoyed the downtime with the Natalie family; he even gave Dakota an internship, which she seemed to enjoy for the most part. He was on top of the world, and nothing was going to stop him. He was going to achieve his life goal of creating and hosting his own reality TV show, and for the moment, it seemed it would come true. Then he had to go and screw it up; in hindsight, he should have prioritized the players safety over ratings and drama. They only gave a brief overview of the filming location and didn’t even explore the whole island, but in his defense, no one pointed out strange happenings, human-shaped shadows, or anything of the nature. They didn’t know a psycho even lurked in the forest. So, naturally, they thought it was safe. Oh, how wrong they were, and now twenty-two minors could be dead, and a crazed murderer was still at large. And it was all his fault; he never should have left them and swept Ezekiel Miller’s death under the rug. He had more than enough money to pay whatever price his parents would have demanded for losing their son. Heck, he has enough money to pay all the legal fees those angry parents would’ve thrown his way.

And yet he left them anyway; his stupid pride and fear of a ruined reputation were what kept him from loading the campers onto his boat and calling authorities. And as if he didn’t feel bad enough, his favorite person can barely look at him. He showed Dakota his true colors, and now their entire relationship has fallen apart. (But little did he know he'd been showing the cracks even before then.)

McLean looked at his secret fiancée, Chef Hatchet. (It wasn’t easy being a bisexual man in this day and age; yet another act of cowardice Chris can add to his growing list.) They both looked at each other with saddened eyes. Hatchet knew how much Dakota’s distance hurt him behind his ego and selfishness. He was a human being with a heart of gold that was corrupted by his growing fame. Chef always knew his lover wasn’t the biggest fan of kids but hoped bonding with one would have Chis finally agree to adopt some with him. When he got out of the war, Chef worked as a daycare attendant and loved those little munchkins and their mischievous nature; Sure, they were a headache and gave him war flashbacks. Yet leaving them left him longing for kids of his own. He expected the longing to last a year or two before moving on, but it never did. Instead, it was replaced with a desire to raise a few with the love of his life.

Chris wasn’t a bad person by any means, but he sure as hell wasn’t a good one either. And yet that’s why Chef loved him; he too had a twisted mind and some deep, dark secrets he never wanted to get out.

If Chis was Dakota’s second father, slash uncle, Hatchet was her third, and he loved that kindhearted teen with all his heart (something he didn’t know he was capable of). Chef mouthed the words, “Give her time; she’ll come back around.” And they pretended their daughter from another mother, and father was going through a rebellious phase and returned his focus on getting them to the island before nightfall.

Chris just nodded, looking at his assistant, who barely said a word as she watched the two helpers. Who tagged along to widen their search.

“Yeah, things will return to normal eventually. All I need to do is save a few kids, show the world I’m not at fault, and everything will be right in the world again.” He thought he was pretty sure of himself. Though no amount of lying could prevent the elephant in the room, assuming the killer claimed more victims, that amount of trauma and worry is enough to fluff up anyone’s mind. Even if therapy is provided, who’s to say the trauma will become too much and someone could turn to unhealthy coping methods or commit suicide? Heck, for all Chris knew, they lost all hope and already did, making this rescue null and void.

“Face it, McLean.” A part of his brain spoke, “Nothing will ever be the same, and you know it. This act of cowardice will forever haunt you and the campers. So, stop playing hero, kiss your career and Dakota goodbye, and enjoy your last days of freedom. Because prison is the only place you’ll be going.”

And for once, Chris listened to the little voice in his head and kept his head down, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his heart and feeling of dread as Camp Wawanakwa slowly filled the horizon.

#Total Slaughter Island (Rescue Rangers) Prologue #dakota natalie OC #chris mclean #chef hatchet #sierra td #td alejandro #more character will be tagged as the story goes on #I gave Chris way more humanity than I expected but oh well makes him a more complex character #Next chapter comes out next Friday

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russilton · 2 years

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last anon was on point. I mean we all love Lewis for how he is, the same way we love our cunty George, but we have to recognise he sometimes talks out of his ass and IS mr pettiness personified, so seeing the Nando hat thing backfire is hilarious, because he prob forgot that Nando is as petty if not worse than him. Also, re: George being a v talented driver, I'm seeing people finally starting to wake up and also warm up to the concept. Took one year of busting his ass but we're getting there.

The thing is, Lewis doesn’t get to be petty, because he’s Lewis. He speaks, he’s arrogant, he doesn’t speak and he’s dramatic. He doesn’t conceded? Egomaniac. He apologises? He’s an idiot who should have known better.

I encourage George being cunty on his behalf because Lewis knows better than anyone he will always be judged by a different standard than the rest of the grid, and it kills me. But he’s a better man than me, so when he does act like a funny bitch I have his back. What he did with Alo was funny and a pretty tame response, and it didn’t backfire THAT much, Alonso had to walk back his comments, as he should have when it happened.

I’ve known George would drive the ass off a Mercedes since 2020, and frankly looking at his junior career and work at Williams in hindsight it isn’t a shock. He has the hard worn skill to drive at the top of the grid, and almost more importantly, the leadership drive to hold it there, which is something checo, norris and frankly even leclerc struggle with. If he keeps up this form, we’ve got a monster of a driver on our hands, and I really think he will.

#asks #anonymous

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kiingocreative · 3 years

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Evan Hansen was depressed, suicidal, and had a broken arm…

Here's why you still hate him.

Dear Evan Hansen premiered this week. And much to no one’s surprise, it was met with scathing criticisms, ridicule, and downright vitriol. I have scoured the internet and have been unable to find an entirely, or even remotely positive review of this movie. It currently holds a 31% on rotten tomatoes and I have a feeling that number will continue to fall as it continues to play in theaters across the country.

Many have hypothesized as to why the movie seemed to strike a bitter chord. Was it the ill-placed, and frankly far too lengthy musical numbers? The almost always cookie cutter dialogue? Ben Platt’s desperate attempt at playing a character ten years his junior? Maybe. Probably. And Absolutely!

In all honesty all these reasons are viable suspects to movie murder. But one reason stands out and above the rest. And it needs to be sad. Evan Hansen is simply an egomaniacal, self-serving, sociopathic douche pickle of a human. And I mean that in the best possible way.

Dear Evan Hansen attempts to employ one of the hardest protagonists’ archetypes, the anti-hero. This archetype sets apart from the rest because it takes a person that has little or no character traits we’d normally associate with a hero and attempts to make them likeable or sympathetic enough that we still want to watch them along their journey, and maybe even find ourselves rooting for their victory. Let’s consider Olivia Pope from Shonda Rhimes’ Scandal. She fixes elections, destroys families, even has an affair with married men, and yet we love her. We want to watch her. And we want to root for her. Or Maleficent. This character curses a baby to spite a jilting love. And yet, when the king (her former love) falls to his brutal death and she gets back her wings, we celebrate her victory.

Like myself, many audience members found themselves sticking up their noses and wagging their fingers at Evan as he moves through his anti-hero’s journey. And without spoiling anything, we found ourselves disapproving of his actions, and worse hoping his journey would not meet a happy end. Everything he does leaves us with the sting of judgement. And even his one final (and only) act of valor isn’t enough to redeem him. I won’t spoil the ending, just know it won’t pay off the way it should.

So, what makes us root for Olivia & Maleficent yet, not for Evan? All protagonists fall in the same archetype, yet the formers will be revered by cinematic historians, and the last will probably become a footnote. Here’s why!

Evan lacks three essential characteristics that make an anti-hero likeable, relatable, and even at times admirable. His actions, motivations, and reasoning are almost always fatally flawed. Let’s now discuss how to begin with his actions.

Throughout this film, Evan Hansen makes a series of deliberate, and to my way of thinking deplorable actions. This is common with anti-heroes. They’re not “good people”. And they’re almost always doing things that might make us raise an eyebrow or two. Take Olivia Pope. Her job is to manage crises for her clients. Control situations and minimize exposure of wrongdoings by any means necessary. If you’re familiar with the seven-season series you’ll know this meant dealing with Russian mob bosses, foreign war lords, and even republicans. (Just kidding.) Yet, and still all the things she did usually had a selfless reason. Most of the time she was doing what she was doing to help someone. A family whose child was kidnapped or an abused wife seeking asylum for herself and her children, for example. Not only are her actions selfless, but we are made to believe she can only help her clients by doing these terrible things and dealing with these terrible people. This ties in with motivations and reasoning as well, but for now, let us keep them all separate.

Evan Hansen does terrible things for no reason but to further his own agenda of making friends. From faking friendships with suicide victims to worming his way into a grieving family’s lives, he makes choice after choice with almost no regard to how his actions will affect others. This might be fine if he lacked an understanding of what impact his actions may have, but he seems to know throughout the film. His understanding is evident by the way he continues to pile on lie after lie each time his back is against the wall, only finally coming clean when there are no more lies left to tell. This should serve as a cautionary tale to all writers. If your protagonist must be despicable, it must be for a good reason. Not, only to boost your social agenda.

Now, let’s talk of motivations. One thing that can make or break your protagonist are their motivations. Think of motivations as why characters do something. Motivations must be clear as they help establish empathy. Even if they don’t agree with their actions, and when dealing with anti-heroes we usually won’t, a relatable motivation will help them forgive a misstep or two. Think of Maleficent. Her initial action of cursing young Aurora is despicable, but we as an audience forgive her and root for her. Why? Because she tries to correct that action in a series of attempts at thwarting, and an ultimate goal of reversing her own curse. What motivated this change of heart? She fell in love with “Beasty”, her affectionate nickname for Aurora. Love is a great motivator. And one we can all identify with. The power of love, and more importantly the strength and endurance of prevailing love wins almost always.

Let’s now look at Evan Hansen’s motivations. While one could argue his motivations were as erratic as his mental state, I think it very clear what Evan’s motivation was. He wanted “friends”. Which is really to say he wanted to be adored, and beloved; popular. I don’t think Evan does one friendly thing throughout this film, so I tend to discount wanting friendship as a viable motivation for his misdeeds. But, when he realized he could abuse a misunderstanding to advance his agenda to become more popular at school, he takes it. And never seems to feel regret for the damage he causes.

Now, granted, Evan is a 17-year-old boy. And as such, prone to making mistakes. We all remember 17! But even his youth didn’t save him in the eyes of film critics. Because Evans' actions don’t seem to be that of a youthful and unintelligent boy. Quite the opposite. Evan slithers his way through this story protecting and defending this new image he has made for himself. He creates a chain of fake emails, devises (on the spot & in song) a complete and whole relationships between himself and Connor, the young man who committed suicide. He even expertly manipulates people who begin to suggest he might not be telling the truth. There is no clear motivation for this. The only thing we are sure of, is that Evan wants “friends”. And he’s willing to do whatever it takes, it seems, to get them.

I feel it appropriate to note that an argument could be made to suggest that these missteps were the fault of his social anxiety & mental illness. This is also a great time to pivot into the logic of Evan’s actions. The logos, as Aristotle might call them. The movie makes a point of stating pretty early on (the first scene actually) that Evan struggles with his mental health and thus takes medication. Three different medications to be exact. An argument could be made that his mental state or even the medication he was taking may have been the cause of his actions; that he was out of control. But, I don’t think it would be wise or factually sound to suggest that mental health or mental health medication would cause someone to do the things that Evan does. There is already enough of a stigma regarding mental health, we don’t need movies to suggest there is no hope for us. And yes, I said US!

No, it seems more logical to me that Evan did what he did because it served his own agenda. His motivation for what he did was that it got him what he wanted. A BIG NO! Villains serve their own agendas. And though the anti-hero may seem villainous or maybe even be a villain in another store (Joker; Maleficent) it’s only a façade. Anti-heroes are really sheep in wolves’ clothing. At their core, they often do have a heart of gold. Their actions, good or bad, must be serving something other than themselves. Or, at least primarily.

Every good anti-hero should have some level of selfishness. But imagine if Maleficent wanted to keep Beasty alive to be her devoted servant a motivation of love would not ring true. It would confuse and maybe even upset the audience that Maleficent might pretend to love her while also forcing her to work from sunup to sundown. Same with Olivia Pope. If she only stole the election that granted Fitz the presidency so that she could fast track a piece of legislation she would be proving herself to be manipulative and self-indulgent. She was doing it, again, because she LOVED Fitz. And we loved her for it! We’re all hopeless romantics. And it’s about time we start admitting it.

Let us now speak of reasoning. While it may be connected to motivations, I believe reasoning serves a different purpose. It suggests a rationale. A thought process. Why do characters think doing this will get them what they want? It is how we understand the mental state of the protagonist. It helps us calculate whether they are thinking clearly. Do their actions seem like something they would normally do? If yes, we accept them easily. If not, we find ourselves wondering about them. If it happens consistently enough though that wonder quickly turns to doubt, doubt to frustration, and ultimately frustration to indifference. My problem with Evan Hansen is there seems to be no reasoning at all. I can’t find a single solitary justification as to why he feels lying to these innocent people is something he MUST do. Characters, especially protagonists, are always doing what they must. When Mr. Incredible winces before he makes impact with that fast-moving train (Incredibles) it’s because he knows it’s going to hurt. Yet, he also knows if he doesn’t do it, something even worse is going to happen.

What was the “something worse” for Evan? What bad thing was he avoiding by not telling Connor’s parents he never really knew their son? That he and Connor, and only spoke to him once; the day he passed? And Connor signing his cast was a sarcastic act. I’m sure you can guess the answer. He would have gone back to being exactly like he was. And he couldn’t have that. When he gets that Call to Adventure, second stage of twelve in the hero’s journey, we learn all we need to know about him. That he will do anything to get what he wants.

Evan, without a doubt, is one of the most poorly drawn anti-heroes. His unlikability up there with Marie-Antoinette. Only, instead of being founded upon rumors of rumors, it’s founded on his deliberate actions, selfish motivations, and unclear reasoning. Evan Hansen seems more to be the villain of this story than the hero. Which begs the question I shall leave you with, was he the villain all along?

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 2 years

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predictions for the season finale?

A gigantic Chucky army will start taking over the whole town, starting with a massacre at the Frankenstein showing and killing/possessing/recruiting from there, thus creating a kill-haven called ChuckyTown and from there he'll start to "expand" his cult and try to take over the world in his own lil fucked up way. I mean Chucky is a giant egomaniac how could he NOT want an entire town of his own and take over the world?

Andy will sadly die and this will show the end of his arch as a character and tie his story's loose ends, but he's gonna die in the most badass, epic way possible, a final boy like him deserves the best death in the series dont @ me!

Kyle will take Andy's place as the supreme possessed doll killer and she'll be a mother figure to the Team Kill Chucky kids (I mean who doesn't love the idea of Mother Figure!Kyle)

Sadly for Junior he is to the point of no return from the minute he killed his father, I expect Junior to be completely on Chucky's side even if he discovers the truth behind his mom's death, he's not gonna give a shit at that point cuz, well, he has Chucky now and he's been the best thing that happened to him in Junior's life since Jake moved in

There will be both a face off between Jake and Junior and Jake and Chucky, two very badass fights

This is gonna be weird, but I want Chucky to win this time around in some way or another, thus kicking off the second season that way, maybe even moving on to a new group of kids Chucky wants to fuck with. I think it would be a awesome subversion for the villain to win since it would continue with what Cult's ending did

I'm not sure who'll die this time everyone's pretty much free reign and no mercy will be spared, though I have a feeling Jake and Devon will def make it to be survivors at the end

I want there to be a parallel of the scene where Chucky's dad Peter died with Doll!Chucky walking in on Nica!Chucky (or even Nica somehow taking an opportunity to take down Tiff) killing Tiffany in the same way the intruder killed Peter and I just want Chucky to go absolutely APESHIT on Nica/Nica!Chucky

CHUCKY CLONE INTERACTIONS PLS AND HAVE THEM BE FUNNY TOO

Maybe more stuff with Chucky and sexuality n gender stuff? It would be very lovely

MORE LOOKS INTO CHUCKY'S PSYCHE/MIND, MAYBE EVEN A PSYCHEDELIC DREAM SQUENCE???

CHUCKY ANGST WE NEED THAT!!

And more singing Chucky too!

Also I WANT GLEN AND GLENDA TO SHOW UP SOMEHOW

I really hope these are interesting to you guys, it may not be what everyone else would want, but eh, I have my desires too!

Anyways, please read and enjoy friends, and tell me your thoughts on them!!

#🌈 fozz's posts #🌈 fozz chit chats #chucky #chucky series spoilers #answered ask

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donnerpartyofone · 3 years

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The other day when I was posting my latest round of slutty pictures, I had this brief egomaniacal fantasy about what if I set up a wishlist for people to buy me hot clothes, which makes absolutely no sense because a) I'm not doing that kind of traffic OR offering anything in return for extra stuff, and b) so few things reliably fit my highly irregular form that all clothes are a total crap shoot anyway. But besides all that drama, the only thing I REALLY want is this radically overpriced original Gore Shriek tee shirt from a Grailed (whatever that is) seller in "Asia". I once saw one of these in person in Junior High, which is totally unthinkable if you understand where I'm from, where there was narry a punk or metalhead or goth or whatever else for miles around. I remember like a 14 year old wearing this shirt at school with the most anti-social graphic on it, and feeling scared and jealous all at once. If only I had had it in me to make friends with whoever that was, I wonder what his parents' deal was. Gore Shriek was an original, old school horror zine from a micropublisher who had their own store in nearby Albany, NY that I went in exactly once as a little kid. I occasionally managed to strong arm my parents into taking us to a comic shop even if we weren't going to buy anything, and they surely had no idea what we would find inside Fantaco. I actually remember seeing a copy of Wrapped In Plastic on the shelves, even though I had only the vaguest sense of who Laura Palmer was; I'm sure there was nothing age-appropriate in the whole place, and I marveled at their self-published horror content. I have been forcing myself not to spend my dwindling savings on this dumb shirt, and I thought writing this post might help me exorcize the relevant demon, but I'm afraid it's having the opposite effect...

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enthusiasticsobrietyabuse · 3 years

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Bob Meehan - The Advocate, Newark, O., Sunday April 21, 1985

"Your unborn child has as much chance of getting a drug problem as getting chicken pox. Walk into junior high school today and half the kids there are getting loaded. I am not accepting that behavior!"

Edging forward on the couch, Bob Meehan underscores the message by grasping your arm and boring in with his eyes. He delivers his words with the same passion he says he once has for shooting heroin. He demands your attention.

"These kids were primed by Cheech and Chong. By age 10 they were primed to smoke a joint as you were to drive a car."

He finishes in crescendo, with a clenched-fist flourish: "They (pause) caaAAN't (pause) wait!"

Drug addict, thief, ex-convict, conman extraordinaire, drug-abuse counselor and now author, Meehan, 42, says he is all of these. He fancies himself as equal parts Elmer Gantry, Mother Theresa and P.T. Barnum.

He has been praised as a hip and gifted teacher whose lesson rings true to drug-plagued kids because he has "been where they are."

But Meehan has also been criticized as an egomaniac out for money, power and glory; a slick operator perpetrating the ultimate con job on desperate and vulnerable families by replacing drug dependency with a dependency on him and his group.

Meehan, who "shot dope for 10 years and banged on the penitentiary door until they let me in," lacks academic credentials. He proudly proclaims his diploma from the school of hard knocks.

Meehan is the founder of Freeway, a self-help drug abuse program that holds meetings in community centers throughout San Diego County, and of SLIC Ranch, his "Sober Live-In Center" in the remote foothills near Lake Wohlford.

Even his toughest critics concede that he is highly successful at getting kids off drugs. They say it is his powerful personality and absolute influence that they fear.

"There is no way a person coming down off of this is not going to lean on someone," said Meehan in the living room of SLIC Ranch. "You've removed their best friend - the chemical. It has worked for them every time.

A con is one who can manipulate, who is charismatic as hell - I don't take credit for that, you're born with it. I'm also bald and ugly," said the wispy-haired Meehan, who chain-smoked and drank coffee from a 16-ounce tumbler throughout the rapid-speak interview.

"But the real con is how I get them off of me and the group and into themselves, into whatever God is to them," said Meehan, who based the Freeway and SLIC Ranch programs on the "12 Steps" of Alcoholics Anonymous that seek to restore self-esteem and sobriety through a relationship with a "higher power."

A half dozen years ago in Houston, Meehan created a successful drug rehabilitation program through moxie, fast talk and innate ability to get through to kids on their own level.

Carol Burnett's daughter, Carrie, was Meehan's prize pupil and the famous comedian toured the talk-show circuit with the wiry and naturally wired Meehan, singing his praises.

Tim Conway, Burnett's old TV sidekick, has had two of his five sons treated for drug problems by Meehan. Conway and Meehan appeared together on a TV show to plug Freeway and the ranch.

Sister Mary Vincent, a San Diego marriage and family counselor, knew Bob Meehan when she was also working with troubled youths in Houston. She referred drug abusers to Meehan's group in Texas and continued to do so after she coincidentally moved to San Diego.

"I referred people to Bob because I saw the effectiveness of his program in Houston," said the Roman Catholic nun known as "Sister Vince." "But a little over a year ago, I began hearing stories from parents going through nightmares and afraid to speak out because of the power Bob and Freeway held over their children.

There is a cultish situation. Bob is a slippery eel and he has many people conned," she said. "To me, it's truly frightening."

Meehan was "removed" in January 1980 from his $50,000 per year consulting job in Houston after newsman Dan Rather pointed out a conflict of interest (Meehan's salary was paid by the hospital to which he was recommending patients from his Palmer Drug Abuse Program) on CBS's 60 Minutes program.

There also was complaints from his flock of former substance abusers that Meehan's idea of a cure was to shift their dependence from drugs to him and his self-help program.

Meehan's group in Texas was described by some former members as cult-like in its demand for total allegiance and its distain for more than cursory contact with the outside world. "We're led to believe that we can't make it without the program," one of Meehan's former followers told 60 Minutes.

Meehan folded the operation in his native Texas and settled in San Diego about four years ago. He quickly established a drug-abuse program at the now-defunct Centre City Hospital and the self-help network Freeway, which is thriving.

For more than two years, he has operated SLIC Ranch in a sprawling 4,000-square-foot hilltop ranch on 10 acres.

Meehan insists that the Freeway program and SLIC Ranch are entirely separate entities. "If I'm at one Freeway meeting a month anymore, that's a big deal," he said. "Freeway does its thing and we do ours."

Freeway is a group of more than 500 recovering teenage drug abusers, including most of the 150-plus graduates of SLIC Ranch. They meet several times a week to talk about their drug problems under the guidance of young counselors - former abusers themselves.

Freeway is one of several self-help groups parents may turn to for help when a child is abusing drugs. When the problem is deemed particularly severe, Freeway refers the child to SLIC Ranch for an intensive 30-day program.

While the child is undergoing treatment at the ranch, the parents are indoctrinated into the Freeway program through a series of meetings for newcomers (Freeway is non-profit, but donations are strongly encouraged). While at SLIC Ranch, the child spends evenings traveling to Freeway meetings and inevitably becomes deeply involved with the group, along with his parents.

At the end of the 30 days, the child usually will leave SLIC Ranch and take up residence at the home of a "Freeway family," one whose child is sober, thanks to the group, and whose parents are true believers in Meehan and his method.

Even if the newly sober child returns home after a few weeks with the Freeway family, according to Meehan, he generally will not return to school for a time and will disassociate himself from classmates and old friends in favor of his new Freeway friend.

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lycanomancy · 4 years

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The DeLeon Dad Debate

Based on this ask I sent this person.

Q: Is Typhon abusive?

My personal answer: Yes. Was he meant to be?

No way in hell.

Typhon DeLeon is compared to Jack by some people. Here’s the thing: Jack was meant to be A: the bad guy, and B: an abusive father. Typhon? I don’t think so.

The parells between Jack and Typhon are in the third link, so I’m skipping them. Besides, they aren’t what I’m really complaining about. I am complaining about the entire DeLeon brood. Except Troy and Leda, because they are not the players in this game.

I recommend reading Border-Spam’s response/analysis first, because it provides more context and insight.

The two characters I’m going in on for existing are Tyreen and Typhon. These two are the primary problems in the DeLeon lore, because the only detailed explanations for what happened comes from them. We do get Troy’s take on things on Eden-6, but he doesn’t really go in depth or beyond “Yeah, we had a hard childhood and dad didn’t make it any better.” Troy isn’t lying, unlike either Ty or Typhon could be, because he literally has no reason to. He also has no reason to be telling the player what he does - he seems like he’s venting there, after having a fight with Tyreen.

Now, before I really get into this, abuse is the practice of hurting your children, in any way, shape or form, regardless of your actual feelings towards them. It isn’t always physical, and more importantly, an abusive parent can still feel love toward their kid. Keyword: feel love, not actually love. Typhon was an abusive parent who felt love towards his kids. I think he was supposed to, anyway.

The DeLeon Debate has two sides: Tyreen’s side, and Typhon’s.

Typhon is implied to have doted on Tyreen multiple times, and admits that he was a terrible father. Typhon calls the Twins monsters not for Ty’s powers, but their actions. Typhon’s side is that he was a clueless father trying his best, but ultimately failing despite his best efforts and intentions.

Tyreen is, in contradictory, implied to have been ignored in favor of taking care of Troy. It’s also canon (not in the actual game, screw you Randy) that Typhon refused to touch her after Leda’s death. Tyreen’s suspected ordeal is that, because of her distance from her father, she turned cold and out of touch with her own humanity.

Against Typhon, we have him physically and probably emotionally neglecting his child, possibly hating or fearing her after Leda’s fridging. Border-Spam pointed out that both of the Twins believe that Typhon saw Tyreen as a monster, which hints that something happened that instilled that belief. Probably the “No hug for you” thing. Also, TYPHON LITERALLY CALLS THEM MONSTERS IN GAME. Just a thought. Troy apparently wasn’t spared either, saying that Typhon thought he was a freak - and the little amount of concern when he learns of his son’s death supports this.

Against Tyreen, we have...

Nothing to do with her relationship with her father. A lot against her as a person, but in regard to who was the problem in the family? Everything points to Typhon.

So, we sided with and hero-ified an abuser.

Remember Borderlands 2? When the bad guy was abusive to his daughter and it was like, the real reason you had to kill him? Like, everything else he had done didn’t matter, he had to die because he was an abusive dad?

I don’t even know how to explain or justify or figure out how the hell this happened. I don’t know what went through the writing team’s head. I can’t tell you what they tried ot do - I can only tell you what they messed up.

They tried to make every single character sympathetic.

Example: Katagawa is, arguably, the better-written villain in BL3, just because he’s entertaining and consistent as a character. However, this is one of the examples of the writers trying to make everything angsty.

His name. His name is Junior Katagawa, or reversed, whichever way. We never learn what the ‘junior’ part is. This is because the writers wanted to make him look and feel insignificant. Tyreen mocks him during that quest on Skywell by calling him Junior. They tried to take his individuality away from him by making him a pawn of his father and the company.

The bar code on his neck. The thing with that was to demonstrate how little Maliwan cared about it’s employees. But Katagawa isn’t an employee, he’s the head of Mergers and the next in line to inherit the company. It’s another attempt at devaluing him as a person.

Finally, we have the fact that, apparently, Katagawa has so little ability in friendship that the entire Atlas-Maliwan war was because he wanted to be friends with Rhys, and befriending him by force was the only way how.

That’s all fine and dandy, but did we need that? Why couldn’t he have just been a spoiled Daddy’s Money baby? He already is in game, because none of the things I listed are actually mentioned or are barely hinted at. What was the point?

Sympathy. Sympathy was the point.

Ava? No one likes her, but you’re supposed to because ~her parents died~ and you need to feel sympathy for her.

What they did with Typhon and Tyreen, was that they started by making Ty’s Sympathy Points based of of an abusive, negligent father. You could kinda get her if you thought about it. Jack was implied to be abused, too.

Tyreen could have been brushed off as just lying to you, but when Troy comes in and confirms it without any drama or flair, just quiet, awkward, and shy? Their backstory is an abused one and you can’t argue against it.

Then Typhon comes in.

When Typhon comes in, the writers have to undo and reverse all the damage against his name and parenting skills. Someone realized they can’t make an alleged abusive father look like a good guy, so they make him admit he was bad and hope for the best. They tried so, so hard to give Typhon Sympathy points that they ended with a merry-go-round of He-Said-She-Said where neither Typhon nor Tyreen come out sympathetic. Tyreen comes out a manipulative brat who abused her brother, and Typhon as an abusive, pig-headed egomaniac, and you can’t find anything likable about either.

I think Typhon was meant to be a bad father - I don’t think he was meant to be abusive. My bet is that the writers went overboard trying to make the Twins sympathetic, and when they added Typhon to the story, realized that they couldn’t make the player side with an abuser and get away without scathing criticism.

#borderlands 3 #troy calypso #typhon deleon #tyreen calypso #tyreen the siren #long post #i think typhon ended up abusive #unintentionally #then they just had to roll with it #and rolled right off a sheer cliff

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juniortrooper69 · 11 months

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“When you suffer YET you keep going, THAT IS WHEN THE ENEMY SHALL PANIC” -Junior The Egomaniac

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csykora · 4 years

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hey i was reading your post about evgeny kusnetsov and alexander semin (the friendship necklace one) and i got into hockey somewhat recently but i've heard/read some things about sasha and i was wondering if you could give me a rundown/what your perspective is? you mentioned cultural assimilation, but also social class, ethnic identity, ability, neurodiversity, and trauma and i was really curious what exactly you were talking about??

First, that’s cool you’re getting into hockey! How’s that going? I hope you’re having fun. Second…thanks for making me reread my old writing as we come up on the New Year ;)

That was one of my very first posts, and I think it reads like it—I definitely wasn’t much of a sports writer back then, and (I don’t think) I tell stories quite the same way now.

I don’t think some of those words I used mean much, except that I was angry. So I’d like to spell out what made, makes, me angry. The first half of this is stuff I’ve said before, more organized, with jokes. The second half is not fun, but it’s also something I think NHL fans have a duty to think about. So I want to try to talk about Lokomotiv.

Sasha Semin is the star and captain of a quite good, more fun KHL team. Today he was named to the All-Star team, actually. KHL All-Stars is a magical place where the players sing acoustic covers and routinely set things on fire, so hopefully they’ll let him bring his sword.

(I love the KHL)

Before that, he was the cool big brother of a generation of Russian stars. In the early 2000s the first post-Soviet young players were coming of age and working out what post-Soviet, now-Russian style hockey was going to be. In that moment we got two spectacular players: Sasha from Siberia, and Sasha from Moscow.

The Soviet style of play was supposed to be egalitarian—players skated the opposition sick and pass-pass-passed, always giving it to a teammate instead of taking chances, until whoever happened to have it had a sure shot. The Alexanders grew up in that style, and they grew up fuck-off strong. They started feeding off all their teammates’ passes and beginning to gun down goalies with one of two shots: Alex Ovechkin had the one-timer, and Alex Semin had the best wristshot in the game.

Did you watch Vegas’ magic season? Pull some clips of Wild Bill Karlsson. Imagine if he had upper body strength but was just as light on his feet. That’s how inexplicably electric young Semin was.

His and then Ovi’s performances at World Juniors were so explosive they convinced American businesses to risk money on something new. Semin was oldest, and the Capitals kind of sucked, so they got him first. Then a few years later they still sucked, so they got Ovi too. Then the two of them got Nicklas Backstrom and matching line promise necklaces and played really good hockey together for a number of years.

(If anyone would like 3,000 more nicer words about the above subjects, @ me)

A couple things shaped what happened after that:

▪ Semin’s unique wrister, twisted to be almost as hard as a slapper, is like spending every night downing jägerbombs with a shot of carpal tunnel. He seems to have chronic wrist and hand problems from inflammation, with apparent flare-ups that sometimes got rest and sometimes didn’t. So that’s a factor—not the only, but a—in why he had periods of poor shooting.

▪ Either because he never really went to school or just because he’s wired that way, Semin seems to suck at math.

▪ Ovi’s hot stick and the Sid Incident (Sidcident?):

In their first interview together, Ovi described him and Sid as “partners”, and Sid asked for Ovi’s shirt. But over the first few years the League swung from branding them as buddies to making money off a rivalry, and Don Cherry started a string of bitter conflicts with Ovi.

Local journalists who knew him wrote about seeing Ovi flinch in interviews. They described him starting to hesitate, pale, tired, doubling back over answers to make sure they were watertight. We now know from Tatyana Ovechina that he was spending a lot of nights on the phone back home with her, asking if he was letting everybody down.

Sasha, who’s basically that guy on twitter who found kittens in his sock drawer and adopted them all, but with little brothers, got protective. He told Russian media that he thought Sid was a good player, but not his favorite, and said that the way the League was pushing media attention could make someone a ‘star’ even if they weren’t that good. The phrase he used means “dead wood”, or boring, useless person. The grammar he used means something like “even if he were (ie, he isn’t)”.

I think this was objectively very funny. And I still hold that anyone saying the level of exposure Sid endured was good for him or anyone sounds like the stage parents on Toddlers & Tiaras.)

But people get protective of their person, and most won’t stop for a grammar lesson before deciding what they think something meant. There was a media blitz, mostly accusing Sasha of wanting the attention Sid got, which made sense, if you didn’t know Russian or two things about him—that he’s best friends with Alex Ovechkin, and that he’d only just started to practice English with local reporters after several years. If he were an egomaniac, he was bad at it.

From his reaction it seems like he hadn’t thought his comment was that wild, and wasn’t prepared for the backlash. Next time he talked to local reporters, he brought the translator back. Asked routine questions he’d been getting for a couple years, he flinched and turned to them to rehearse every word of his answer. Asked what was up with the translator, he said “I just don’t want to say the wrong thing.”

Although teammates like Mike Knuble, Jeff Schultz, Backstrom and Ovechkin kept talking about his personable, joking side, and we’d see it plenty in practice, he started insisting to reporters that he didn’t know English and that he was boring anyway, claiming “I’m just an ordinary person, just like everybody else. The only difference is I’m out there on the ice and that’s it. I’d just rather talk about hockey.”

–> Without math or English, Semin’s career depended on his agent, Mark Gandler.

Try not to depend on Mark Gandler.

As the Globe and Mail put it, “to many Canadian hockey fans, Mark Gandler is nothing less than the Prince of Darkness.”

Mark Gandler’s business was based on presenting himself as a friendly face to young Russian athletes, and pissing of NHL franchises. I’m pro-pissing off the NHL in general; my problem with Gandler is that if he was sincerely trying to get the best deal for him clients, he was bad at it..

When anyone talks about something Semin decided, they’re talking about what Gandler decided for him. Semin was honest with the media that he had no fucking clue what Gandler was asking for in negotiations. The Caps and Gandler couldn’t agree on anything, so while Ovechkin was locked down for life, Semin was only ever signed to one and two year bridge contracts, constantly up, his performance a constant subject of discussion and every wobble obvious.

Note: the following is the bit where I got angry and A. asked why the hell I was looking at photos of this and told me to go lie on the floor and do my butterfly exercises for a while.

One year Semin’s game really sucked. It didn’t help that Ovechkin was sucking too—they both got benched, Coach got fired, and still the Capitals just kind of sucked. Around the league, Russian stars were mostly fizzling. That was the 2011-2012 season.

On September 7, 2011, the airplane carrying the Lokomotiv Yaroslavl team, coaching staff, and four youth players had overrun the runway, struck a signal tower, crashed, and caught fire moments after takeoff. Every member of the team onboard was killed.

I can’t understand, so certainly can’t explain, how that day changed the community. I’m not trying to speculate too much on anyone’s personal situation, but to point out how much more profound it was than just some other league’s trivia.

I don’t think there’s a mainstream North American parallel for the hockey community in Eastern Europe. Players are raised in a small number of hockey schools, often at that time in dormitories like the one where Semin lived in Chelyabinsk. While young North Americans are quite strictly separated by age, the Russians are growing up with older and younger kids from the same school all around them. Older teens are encouraged to mentor younger ones—Kuznetsov’s attachment to Semin is endearing, but not really so weird. Stanislav Yarushin is several years older than Sasha, and he befriended him, and then down to Kuz. In a community like that, any one person is intimately connected to the others.

From the coaches to the rookies, someone from three generations across nine nations was killed in the disaster. Each of them was connected not only to their peers, but to players older and younger than them, and to the city that raised them. Every Russian, Czech, and Slovak in the NHL lost at least one person they knew deeply.

Just that spring, Kuznetsov won gold at World Juniors with a little clique of friends. Vladimir Tarasenko, Artemi Panarin, and Dmitry Orlov are stars now, and two of the others are dead.

Kuznetsov is the one draped in the flag. #14, with the awesome hair, smiling, is Danylo Sobchenko. #12, reaching up towards the cup, is Yuri Urychev. Urychev had been injured, and supposed to stay home the day of the disaster, but he asked to be allowed to fly with them, so he could cheer for his friends.

Tarasenko himself was born in Yaroslavl, and his father played for Lokomotiv; he knew even more of the team, and if he’d taken a hometown offer instead of signing with Sibir, he would have died that day too.

The thing about a loss like this is that it keeps budding with new losses. It hadn’t been a problem with the plane, or a freak accident. Over the following month a miserable investigation revealed that the airline had fudged documents, and the pilots just didn’t know what they were doing. So as well as losing friends, the younger players lost any trust that people in authority were going to keep them safe in the future.

After the disaster, Ovechkin, Semin, and Malkin had to hold their phones waiting while Alexander Galimov (a friend from nationals) was found with burns over 80% of his body, stabilized, transported, placed in a medically-induced coma and ventilated. He finally died five days later. The day he died Tarasenko and Kuznetsov and all the others got back on their own planes and kept playing, so the NHLers just had to keeping waiting up for them, too. Now Tarasenko and Kuznetsov have little brothers on those planes. They’re better fucking planes now, because the disaster changed Russian law, but they’re still not great.

In a grim way, Semin and Ovechkin were lucky, because they had each other. At the time almost no NHL team had as many Eastern Europeans as the Caps, meaning almost all the others were alone.

Of course it just wasn’t possible for the North American public to grieve with them the way that Europe did, but how quickly it was boxed away and forgotten as a factor in players’ lives just…sucks.

You don’t just grieve somebody when you lose them; people who aren’t sure what to say will say it fades with time, but what it really does is rise and fall in waves. You grieve them when you lose them, and again when you’re as old as they were and realize how insufficient it really was, and again, when you’re older than they’ll ever be, when you’re old enough to see children their age. Like injuring your wrist, you can get back to work, but never back to exactly what you were before.

Five years later, when Tarasenko scored his 100th goal, he dedicated it to Sobchenko and Urychev.

Most of a decade later, Alex Ovechkin wears the Lokomotiv crest on his chest protector, over his heart.

So if we know all that, we can start to imagine why they sucked at hockey.

Actually, after a slow start to the season, Sasha sucked the least of all the Capitals. Always a stronger possession player than Ovechkin, Sasha actually recovered after the Caps brought in Dale Hunter, who ripped up the Goals First, Goals Always game plan and tried to make Ovi play defense. Sasha ended the season with the best possession metrics on the team (yes, including Nicke Backstrom).

His goal-scoring didn’t recover, but that was because Coach Dale was basically treating him like Ovi’s security blanket, putting him on the second line with Mojo so Ovi couldn’t cuddle him until Ovi backchecked. Mojo (this is a Science fact) is not Nicke Backstrom.

The reason the Capitals traded Semin is they desperately needed to trade someone to make up for the team’s collective failures that year, he could be traded due to his shitty contracts, and he was worth trading.

I’m not actually angry the Caps traded Semin. It made sense. I am mad the Habs did, because it was one of many decisions made by Marc Bergevin coughing up a heavily-gelled hairball on a depth chart, but hey.

Sports is hard. I don’t mean that teams should keep players who aren’t playing the way that team needs them to out of sympathy. I mean that it’s possible to say that Semin or Ovechkin sometimes play badly without saying they don’t care. It’s possible to name a practical problem without making it a moral one.

Because when we see someone not doing what we want, and we make it moral, we say, “well gosh, I can’t imagine a reason why they aren’t jazzed to do what I want right now, so there can’t be a reason, they just suck,” we’re always wrong, because we miss shit!

In 2011, the common complaint that Russian players “don’t seem to care” went from boring to breathtakingly cruel.

It’s a collective failure of empathy, where a lot of us didn’t even know that empathy’s needed. How many NHL fans don’t know Lokomotiv existed? If we don’t even know what weight another person’s carrying, we can’t possibly judge them rightly!

The athletes we’re watching aren’t just cartoon characters for American consumption, who always act and react in easily-readable ways. They’re people with beliefs, behaviors, and problems which might be meaningfully different from what we’re personally familiar with and really hard to sympathize with.

But when we see someone struggling to do what we want them to, we have to wonder why, and look around to learn more about moments like this, and then offer empathy. I believe that if we have information, most people use it to be kind. So we really fucking need historical information.

I’m back on the floor and don’t have a closer, so here’s a picture of a cat with big mitts like Sasha. His name is Peppers.

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sycrx · 4 years

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hello again it’s your backyard eldritch horror cel here with the poisonous hellfire that is Barty Jr.

( cis male | he/him | jordan connor ) —— isn’t that BARTEMIUS “BARTY” CROUCH JUNIOR ? yeah that is them, sitting there at the HUFFLEPUFF table with those other SEVENTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees ceramic venetian masks; crafted bedheads; the fleeting feeling of emptiness; angelic faces with demonic thoughts; bitten cheeks; burning pages of coded texts; immaculate silk ties and stupidly wide grins. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty ROGUISH, INSINCERE, and GUILEFUL. apparently they’re a VENIT TEMPESTAS and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ cel : akdt : 22 : she/her ]

𝑰. 𝐻𝐼𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌 » though never dubbed ‘ deviant ’ / here lies a renegade : craving & hungry , caged . deadly / half - dead , but he’s never unleashed .

see : ( alice ) for further crouch information / bg tw ; manipulation , psychopathic tendencies

barty jr. is mr. crouch’s first and only son ; and it’s a fact that’s let him sleep easy at night for as long as he can remember. he was a favourite early on and all he had to do was the very bare minimum to keep that title, watering the soil here and there and watching it grow without struggle. it was never a question of if for him, the way it was with his sister — but of when . he knows alice would be a greater challenge to surpass in the face of his father had they been identical ; but they aren’t, and that was the end of that for him.

growing up, the idea of justice was cemented in barty’s mind in a way he could barely understand. his father would be sceptical of his endless questions on ‘ why ? ’ while his mother easily brushed it off as how selfish children could be. when rebutting alice as a prime example of understanding, it didn’t take long for barty to catch on to the safety of matching an accepted standard over his own. a mere watering of security.

in fact, bartemius snr has actually always been quite suspicious of barty, and hasn’t been nearly as easily won over as henrika. he’d been there for when barty was nothing but a sulky, quiet kid who seemed to transform overnight. ironically enough, his play to the opposite side of the spectrum even has him coming off too soft at times, something unfavourable to law enforcement. still, despite this, barty has managed to play his cards right, and still received that ministry seat over the much safer choice of his sister.

barty always had a very calculated relationship with his siblings. to come off kind and open enough to seem like he was trying without ever pushing the bar for it to actually make them close . and with their parents — it was easy. a little reminder of the favouritism to alice and her disdain was clear enough to make his distance understandable. an inclusion of his mother and she’d be shooing him away from his younger sister on her own terms, making the girl just as hesitant to reach out in turn.

—— plot related !

when alice was revealed as the founder of ‘for the light’, barty was equal parts shocked and enraged — he had no idea anything was even happening behind closed doors ( much of that thanks to alice purposefully trying to keep her siblings in the dark ), but was moreso mad at the implication of how his not being involved could look on his part. he knows only time awaits for the task of getting in as a plant — but with alice’s fed jealousy and the pull from his parents to stay out of it — he has much work to do to rid himself of a dangerous “neutral” status.

of course, barty isn’t neutral, and secretly aligns himself with the death eaters to the knowledge of very few, aiming to prove his worth to them before taking on the role. for now, though he has caught the attention of voldemort himself, he clearly isn’t to be trusted too easily by most, thus leaving them in the dark.

𝑰𝑰. 𝐴𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑆𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 » the crown sits light / never fallen , the weight of its veil sitting nice on his nose , the glint in his eye hidden . behind him sits history ; and the front awaits a feast .

barty is, by all accounts, the epitome of a two-faced bastard.

he started off fully mimicking what he knew worked — and at the time that was just his sister. but while alice bloomed into her own person, her own mix of kindness and strength — barty took to the security of the former’s blanket. he became the softer one, the one who shone smiles and acted above and beyond in kindness for others, who stood for fairness and could listen and see the pain in others. because that, what he realised, was just it : he felt nothing. empathy was an entirely foreign concept for barty. he had no struggles of his own and saw everyone else’s problems as a thing they merely had to accept . but being raised in the home that he was, it was easy to learn what that empathy should be. when his father would talk about raising up walls to prevent emotions from clouding your judgement, he was making way for a game : one that helped barty create those emotions to begin with.

his mind is just constantly reeling in a way Very typical of a crouch, but it’s never exactly a noble thing and he’s learned to hide every inch of that in a face of faux - joviality.

it should probably be stressed that only a very select few would be aware that he can be anything but delightful . an intelligent character that spends enough time with him might catch on to something — especially if they’re a seer / legilimens or have another reason to just “feel it”. but know that barty would be weary of spending too much time with these types to begin with. this man goes on to fool albus dumbledore with his manipulation. not to mention sirius as well, who is still canonically hella powerful / intelligent as a wizard and v adamant in his moral compass. it’ll take a lot to suspect him, unless he fuels the fire himself.

so essentially, he will come off as a really happy, chill dude. the type who might be a solid quidditch player and dueller, but he’d never hurt a fly. he’s never lost his temper and he’s never seen taking anything too seriously. and again, this is all because everything he does is just so calculated.

𝑰𝑰𝑰. 𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑌 »

i forced mhairi to make the twins geminis rising Just for this bastard and i feel like that’s a great start to establishing his Power

he’s very much just a devil in disguise, and though he will always act like nothing short of a pure cinnamon roll, he’s probably plotting your downfall for stealing his quill that one time in first year.

also generally just privileged to shit, both from being from a powerful family and being utterly babied in it. has definitely said “i mean it's one banana what could it cost? 10 galleons?”

see his stats here , and some random headcanons that didn't really fit anywhere here if you want more for some hellish reason.

𝑰𝑽. 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝑃𝐿𝑂𝑇𝑆 »

( play mates ) ; basically the people barty can use as his friend group. those who are either willing to overlook the odd hint of who he really is, whether through lack of care themselves ( e.g. those siding neutral / venit without being so apparently evil he’d avoid them ) or just people who are as innocent / forgiving as barty pretends to be .

( exes / prospects ) ; barty is not interested in love, but he can keep up an act. his relationships would likely come off as very superficial to those involved, never rooting themselves too deep and often lasting no longer than a few months at best. being just as strategic as everything else — he’d essentially go through girlfriends ( specifically ) with the intention of finding someone who’d both help him in name and not risk asking too many questions down the line ( and could be easy to dispose of oop ) .

( a taste of it ) ; these would be the people who’ve caught a glimpse of what barty’s capable of. usually through an action affecting them directly, though jr would be relentless in his innocent denial.

( a raw look ) ; i can’t really see this as a thing with the characters we have so far yet — but anyone who would be unwaveringly venit-leaning / a death eater might have barty reveal himself in all honesty to them ; that is, as a sardonic, apathetic egomaniac. or at the very least, as somehow being on their side ( to their potential confusion, if y'all want some drama )

idk sis feel inspired ?? shoot me with it

#petrificus.intro #tbt /#there he is...... the Literal Worst

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Just a little Fic I'm working on

This is a sneak peek for a fanfiction that I'm posting this Friday. Inspired by Island of the slaughter AU by @Evaee-ry on both Tumblr and Tiktok.

The fresh ocean breeze left a salty taste in her mouth and nostrils as the bow rocked to and fro. She stared at her reflection in the clear blue water with purpose, with the cloudless sky, orbiting sea gals, and cool breeze it was a perfect summer day. Perfect for swimming, fishing, and cold creamy treats but it wasn’t perfect to her in fact; the last thirty days couldn’t have been more stressful.

She glanced at her associate out of the corner of her eye. The sun always had a way of hitting his handsome features just right his short black hair, subtle beard, and brown eyes. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a teal green one over it, dark shoes, and brown khakis. his sorry excuse for a signature outfit.

To many Christopher McLean was the Canadian equivalent of a Hollywood icon, he has appeared in countless movies, was a host for serval radio shows, podcasts, and reality tv shows (Put a pin in for that last one) And he was handsome to boot especially when the light hits him just right. But to her it wasn’t endearing as much as it was annoying.

Dakota Natalie (Age 16) knew full well that Chris’s nice guy act was nothing more than that. His quote-on-quote acts of selflessness was just a way to paint himself as a humble chivalrous not your average celebrity kind of guy. But below the surface the countless fangirls and mutual respect were the many ways he stroked his own ego. In actuality Chris was an egomaniac, narcissistic, and overall insufferable and any brave fool who tried to call him out on it would be fired on the spot and taken to court for ludicrous charges. Only a fool would work for Chirs and sadly Dakota, their captain manning the boat, and two junior high schoolers were those fools.

She turned herself fully to get a better look at Chris as he smoked his cigarette, he truly had no care in the world and that just added to the young girl’s disgust. How could he be so nonchalant about this? Were his staff and actors just that disposable to him? Or maybe he was starting to feel an ounce of regret and couldn’t risk showing that vulnerability. Dakota liked to think it was the second option but the logical side of her knew what was going on in his twisted brain.

Chris lowed his cigarette and puffed out smoke all of which hitting the brunette square in the face making her start hacking as she fanned the air as the smoke stung her eyes and lungs.

“Ugh, yet another reason why I shouldn’t start smoking.” She prayed; the repulsive stench wouldn’t linger on her clothes. A brown skinned girl with purple hair in a braid handed her some water which she gladly drank. Once her coughing fit ended, she gave Chis the best death glare she could muster.

“Watch were you’re blowing that stuff are you trying to kill me too.” She spat, a small part of her wanting to throw the tv host overboard.

“Hey, I gave you a warning, but you were so lost in my beauty I guess you didn’t hear me.” He remarked teasingly, even in her observation she didn’t see his lips moving once he hadn’t said anything to her, and he knew she knew that. Barely anything gets past her.

“Pfft as if.” She scuffed crossing her arms and leaning back on the railing, “I’m just seeing if you regret leaving twenty-two teenagers on a deserted island while you left to save your own hide.”

Chris’s featured softened for once letting his ego deflate as he gave his assistant an affectionate pat on the head. She had the urge to push it away but moments like this were rare and far between, so she let it slide (Just this once.)

“Look, as much as I hate admitting my wrong doings you have a point.” He sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette this time blowing in the direction of the wind (And out of her face.) “I shouldn’t have left those kids on the island with a crazy killer.” He spoke, “It’s just seeing Ezekiel’s head and severed body parts I panicked. I didn’t know what to do, what was I supposed to do?”

“Uh, bring them with you!” She snapped banging her fist on the metal railing, startling their other two helpers who were playing Go Fish using a barrel as a makeshift table, “Call authorities and let them handle the rest! But no, you had to selfishly leave giving those kids no way out and all of which could be dead thanks to you. How do we tell their parents they’ll sue you from here to Timbuktu, your reputation will be ruined, and you have yourself to blame for this McLean!” She yelled, giving him another hateful glare.

Chris had to hand it to her, just like Hearther her looks could kill, and it left him regretting waiting this long to rescue them.

A Hispanic teenager with short brown hair watched the scene unfold, he thanked his lucky stars he wasn’t chosen for the show. As Chris and Dakota argued back and forth on the morality of their situation; he eyed the purple haired girl and motioned her to invite Dakota to play with them.

She nodded in understanding not wanting this short-term alliance to be the end of them before their search even began. “Hey Dakota!” She spoke waving to her, “Why don’t you play with us? We need a third player to even the playing ground.”

Dakota thought for a moment, giving a small glance at Chris wondering if he had any final words on their conversation, but figured it’d be better to just end it now. “Fine deal me in.” She agreed, not giving the former host a second glance as she joined the two acquaintances, her expression still stormy and didn’t even make small talk. The only time she did was to ask for a card.

When you realize there's another Dakota in Total Drama and need to specify this is a completely different character and by that, I mean this is my main OC. Fully chapter will be out on ao3, fanfiction.net, and Tumblr Friday February 2nd.

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princeasimdiya12 · 5 years

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“Get ready, wake your psyche up, Gooch！

Get ready, dig your anger up, Gooch！

Get ready, wake your psyche up, Gooch！

Get ready!”

So this happened during the weekend on a road trip where I decided to create another AU featuring the CU cast in the world of Mob Psycho 100. But as a twist, instead of revolving around George and Harold, the story would instead focus on unlucky oddball Steve “Gooch” Yamaguchi.

Starring

Gooch as Shigeo “Mob” Kageyama. Along with having the same hairstyle, they’re both awkward, blunt and soft spoken boys who have difficulty with reading the room or understanding social norms. They still try to be good people but often get taken advantage of by other more domineering personalities. For this AU, Gooch is gifted with incredible powers that ordinary people could only dream to have. But Gooch isn’t interested in them since most people in his life only want him because of his powers. He wants to be recognized for his other traits and talents that don’t revolve around making cars and people float into space.

Krupp as Reigen Arataka. They’re both highly similar since they’re stingy, overreactive, self-absorbed glory hounds who often take advantage of others if it means satisfying their own personal goals. The main difference that unlike canon, Krupp will be an actual Jerk with a Heart of Gold for this AU. Over time, he learns to care about Gooch as he becomes his master by providing him genuine life lessons for him to use in his life. He also realizes that there are consequences to going too far with his selfish ways and that he won’t be as happy if he continues down the same path. He runs a spirit and consultation office where he takes on supernatural themed cases if it means bringing him cash and popularity.

Bo as Ritsu Kageyama. Both of them are dependable, kind hearted and have a close relationship with the main protagonist. In this AU, Bo would be more like a childhood friend who grew up with Gooch and cherishes his friendship with him. However, an incident involving some bullies made Bo insecure over the fact that he wasn’t able to protect Gooch. What’s worse is that Gooch was the one who ended up saving the two of them while also discovering his psychic powers that very day. It’s because of this that Bo is desperate to awaken his own powers so he can be the guardian he was meant to be.

Smartsy as Dimple. Along with being floating blobs of green gas, they also started out as villains who wanted to take control of people but decided to let go of their schemes and become good. His initial cult was dedicated to healthy living by eating as many beans, broccoli and apple juice as possible.

Melvin as Teruki Hanazawa. The cocky, talented rivals of their respective series. Just like Teru, Melvin starts out believing himself to be something of a god while everyone else are inferior life forms for him to boss around. It isn’t until he has a chance encounter with Gooch does he realize that he isn’t the only big fish in the little pond called life. While he’s still arrogant and sarcastic, humble is something that Melvin can never properly learn in any AU, he does show genuine respect for Gooch for his abilities and a willingness to cooperate with his social circle. Also he does end up bald during his fight with Gooch and resorts to using an 80s wig.

Jessica as Tome Kurata. While this is a weird choice because of their different social standings, I chose them based on personality types. Just like Tome, Jessica is overly dramatic, obnoxious, conceited and is prone to giving orders to other students. For this AU, while she did create the Telepathy Club to be lazy and goof off, she does have a genuine interest in alien life and wants to make contact with them. Mainly so she can share her fabulous haar secrets with the rest of the universe. And in case you’re wondering about the aliens in her haar, those aren’t decorations. Those are the real thing. But just like Tome, Jessica needs to be motivated to achieve her goal and she’ll easily obtain them if she actually puts the effort into it.

Dressy as Ichi Mezato. A junior reporter at the school and a close acquaintance of Gooch. I picked her mainly for her role rather than personality. The reason she begins to investigate Gooch is because she’s seen his powers in its fullest when he defeated Smartsy’s Health Cult which in turn resulted in a secret following of people dedicated to the mysterious savior. Dressy desires to learn more about him so she can use his information and powers to promote a new world order that inspires peace and harmony among the rest of the Earth. So in a way, she wants to create her own cult. Cult!

Erica as Shou Suzuki. Both of them are talented, athletic and tend to snark when given the opportunity. Despite their cocky attitudes, they are truly aligned with the good side and want to make things right. For the AU, Erica has been keeping tabs on the Claw organization and has been providing the heroes with information needed to help take them and her wicked godmother down.

Nurse Offstill as Tsuchiya. I decided to go with Offstill since I wanted a female Faculty member who could work as a reformed Claw member. Offstill works with Tsuchiya since they’re both kick butt ladies who treat kids with respect and pretty cool in their own ways. Also to keep the record clear, Nurse Offstill belongs to @guilty-as-battery-charged.

Mr. Ree as Yusuke Sakurai. They’re both serious and dedicated to their careers. Ree would be exceptionally talented when it comes to using weapons. And while he does start out as a villain, he ultimately switches to being a good guy and proves to be a reliable ally.

Mr. Meaner as Banshomaru Shinra. They both have a sorta weird friendship going on with Krupp/Reigen, especially when it comes to their banter. Both Meaner and Shinra also believe themselves to be exceptionally great at their talents but the results say otherwise as they end up becoming Butt Monkeys.

Professor Poopypants as Ishiguro. The main antagonists of their respective series who intend to conquer the world and live above everyone as superior beings. They cannot be swayed into stopping their evil agendas and refuse to accept logic. Also they’re both tiny and have violent temper tantrums.

Mister Rio as Shimazaki. I went with my OC Rio since he fits with Shimazaki as a confident, agile and dangerous threat. They’ll beat you to a pulp with a smug smile on their faces.

Ms. Anthrope as Toichiro Suzuki. Regarding personalities, Anthrope can work for Toichiro since on the surface they’re presented as calm-minded, serious and somewhat generous to those around them. (Toichiro offered to help Serizawa control his powers and Anthrope is always reaching out to Krupp as a friend). But beneath the surface, they prove to be egomaniacal and dangerous as they intend to conquer the world to satisfy their own egos. I based this on how Anthrope was super expressive and power hungry when she became Clogneta.

Edith the Lunch Lady as Serizawa Katsuya. Just like Serizawa, Edith is an awkward but friendly person who wants to do what’s right. They have difficulty speaking up for themselves so they often mumble their words and drop the issue. For this AU, Edith was a social outcast because of her out of control powers and was afraid of hurting people. It isn’t until Ms. Anthrope arrived did she learn not only to control her powers but that she can be of use to create a better world order. But eventually she realizes how harmful and dangerous Anthrope’s agenda really is and switches sides. Once the battle is over, she decides to work at Krupp’s spirit office to use her powers for good. Also, Serizawa is considered to be Reigen’s love interest so it felt appropriate to have Edith here considering how Reigen is. *insert hubba-hubba-buububaba*

Other characters that I wanted to include were Lavator Ree as Murashi Gouda the leader of the Body Improvement Club. In this AU, Lavator would be a gym teacher instead of a student but he still leads the club with pride and goes the extra mile to ensure that Gooch is getting the right amount of training. And for George and Harold, I feel that they would share an unofficial role of being the Emi of the AU. They ended up having a rut with their comics since they feel that it doesn’t have the same heart like the old ones did. What’s worse is that they feel that maybe they’re outgrowing making comic books. But it isn’t until a chance encounter with Gooch who provides meaningful words to the boys on how their work does have meaning and they should cherish not only the talent they have but the time they spend making it together. This rekindles their spirits and the boys decide to make a comic dedicated to their new friend called “The Paranormal Heroics of the Prodigious Psycho Helmet”. And I also wanted to include someone for Tsubomi but I didn’t know which student would be fit to be Gooch’s love interest.

And that is Gooch Psycho 100. Thank you for taking the time to read all this. If you have any thoughts on this AU, or would like to share your own ideas, you’re more than welcome to like and/or reblog this with your thoughts.

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Are Trachodon, Hadrosaurus, Claosaurus, Anatosaurus and Anatotitan all the same as Edmontosaurus?

Well, that depends on who you ask. There are two widely accepted species of Edmontosaurus: The earlier, smaller, shorter-faced, crested E. regalis and the later, larger, longer-faced, so-far-crestless E. annectens.

(Image by Matt Martyniuk)

E. regalis is the type species of Edmontosaurus; E. annectens was later assigned to it.

“Anatosaurus” is a genus that was coined specifically for E. annectens when it was widely thought distinct enough to merit its own genus. This isn’t widely accepted nowadays, though it is used by some people (notably, by the creators of the videogame Saurian).

Pictured: Awkward yearbook photos, featuring “Anatotitan” in the lower right.

“Anatotitan” was thought to be a distinct animal from both Edmontosaurus species. However, more recent work has revealed that it likely just represents an older E. annectens, making it a junior synonym.

Here’s where it starts to get a little tricky. Claosaurus agilis was originally named as Hadrosaurus agilis in 1872; it was later given its own genus in 1890. Edmontosaurus annectens was originally then described as Claosaurus annectens in 1892, and then Edmontosaurus regalis was named as a new genus and species in 1917. In 1942 annectens was placed into the new genus “Anatosaurus”, where it stayed until it was moved into Edmontosaurus in 1990.

Are you with me? Good. Let’s talk about dubious taxa.

If a species can be reliably distinguished from other species, and confidently stated to be different, it’s called a diagnostic taxon. So what if it isn’t, and how did these come about?

In the early days of palaeontology, everything was new. If you found something, chances were pretty high it was like nothing ever before seen, so even the scrappiest crappiest bits of bone could have never-before-seen features that meant they could be clearly distinguished from everything else we knew of.

The key word there is “knew” - because we’ve found so much more since then, and this newer stuff is more complete. Features that once were brand new and unique were found to be present in whole swathes of animals, and so taxonomic rot set in. Taxa that were once diagnostic now were just crappy bits of bone that no one could say were unique.

So, that’s okay, right? We can just sink those into newer species. Right?

Unfortunately….not really. There’s a precedent of taxonomic priority - that the oldest name is the one that should be used. This is a good rule to have in most cases, because it prevents some devious egomaniacal upstart from coming in and naming new species to overtake old ones. But since a lot of these crappy fossils were named first….well, we can’t really sink them. Nor can we prove that these newer fossils are the same as the older ones….because the older ones are so crappy. They could be anything. They could be unique. They could be the exact same as something else. We don’t know. They’re dubious taxa.

Okay, that’s a lot of words. We’re here for pictures, damn it, let’s see the dinosaurs.

This is Trachodon. Well, it’s all we have of it.

One thing you’ll notice very quickly is that a lot (a LOT) of these old crappy genera are used as taxonomic garbage cans. Because they’re so scrappy, you could argue that ANYTHING that looks similar to them should be inside that genus, and so new species that are described will be shoved into there - and yes, this included annectens.

What actually was Trachodon? Well, it’s a mixture of ceratopsian and hadrosaur teeth. It’s probably something like Lambeosaurus, more specifically.

This is Thespesius. Try not to marvel at its amazingness.

Thespesius was named the same year as Trachodon (1856), and by the same dude, no less. Uh, there’s not a ton to say about this one. It was used as a dumping ground for other species - including E. annectens. It’s too scrappy to really say anything about.

What actually was it? Realistically? Edmontosaurus annectens, but you can’t prove that, and it was named first.

This is Hadrosaurus. Surprisingly un-crappy! Believe it or not, these bones were the first reason we knew that some dinosaurs walked on two legs.

Hadrosaurus was described in 1858, two years after Trachodon. It’s been considered dubious on and off throughout the years; it seems it might actually not be dubious (surprisingly). It’s another wastebasket taxon, and yes, annectens was considered a part of it at one point.

What actually was Hadrosaurus? It was a hadrosaur (shocker!) that was probably more “primitive” than either the hollow-crested lameosaurines or the flat-headed saurolophines.

This is Claosaurus. No, not the whole thing, just the photos around the edges. The rest is just a best-guess.

Claosaurus was named as a species of Hadrosaurus in 1872, then given its own genus in 1890. Like Hadrosaurus, it was used as a major wastebasket taxon, and like Hadrosaurus, it’s hanging out in taxonomic limbo where no one is willing to say if it’s dubious or not. The general consensus on this one seems to be “diagnostic enough”.

What actually was it? Probably a non-hadrosauid hadrosauromorph, if you can believe that.

I couldn’t find a picture of Diclonius. This isn’t Diclonius, it’s Trachodon. But it might as well be Diclonius. Imagine that picture but very slightly different.

Diclonius was named in 1876. Surprise! It’s a wastebasket taxon. Surprise! It’s dubious.

What was it really? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Eh, it was a hadrosaurid of some kind. Probably a lambeosaur.

And there you have it! I’m sure your life was amazingly enriched by the knowledge of these obscure dubious taxa. Tell your friends all about them. Write to your representative. Buy this t-shirt and I get 0% of the profits. Make a cake with Thespesius on it. Hunt down Diclonius and send me a picture.

#for those wondering about ugrunaaluk:#eh it's probably just e. regalis but who knows

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squidproquoclarice · 5 years

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Don't know what you'd think of this, but my read on Dutch is that his first concern is his own safety, and when his safety isn't a concern his talk is genuine. When everything starts going to shit his selfish nature comes to the forefront and he subconsciously ramps up the manipulation tactics. And I don't how Ch 6 Dutch would have behaved if he wasn't Post-Hosea and brain damaged.

I’m wrapping this into another Ask of “You believe Dutch never loved Arthur, John, or any of them?”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To answer second Ask very directly, I’d say no, that Dutch never loved any of them. But that’s due to asking “What is love?” (Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more). I’m saying that with the perspective that real, genuine love needs empathy, selflessness, concern for the other person first above yourself. You can be very fond and affectionate and caring, but if you’re a narcissist who will always, always instinctively want to put yourself first, if you’ll sacrifice them for your needs, then yeah, you don’t truly love them. You can’t. But none of them knew it, including perhaps Dutch, because they weren’t pushed anywhere near that until 1899. The only vague hint we have is his implied habit of going through women and treating them as somewhat dispensable. (I do think he was fond of Annabelle, but if you dig into it, I’m going to guess at its core it’s mostly anger that something of his was taken from him. He only talks about her in a sense of outrage that Colm killed her, not the grief for her as a person. Contrast that to Hosea’s very real grief for Bessie.)To the first Nonny, I think you’re right. I never would say Dutch is all a cynical act. He does like and care about these people. He’s taken them in when they’ve been lost souls and given them a family, and yes, there’s certainly an angle of self-interest in preying on their vulnerability–the ones he finds as kids are particularly painful–but it’s clear he also enjoys these people. He likes them. He’s not just seeing them as little toy soldiers who he has to fool by playing nice so he can use them.The trouble with Dutch is, as you say, when the good times are good, his better nature is there. He can be kind, generous, funny, and it’s easier to downplay the darkest part of the reality, that he’s a silver-tongued egomaniac who’s drawn all these people together into an anarchosocialist cult with him as their godhead. But there’s room for kindness. There’s room for affection and pride. There’s room for him to see Hosea as (almost) his equal and treat him and his opinion with great respect. Though the fact that it’s very definitively the Van Der Linde Gang, not the Van Der Linde/Matthews Gang, makes it clear that Hosea may be a brother, but definitely subordinate. There were other outlaw gangs with a more equal partnership definitely noted: the James/Younger Gang, for example, or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid getting equal billing in the Hole In The Wall Gang. In this case, Hosea’s the quieter junior partner, and even he eventually observes how he’s fallen under Dutch’s spell.Most violently oriented cults don’t hold together for years on end. I think there’s a reason for that. Technically the gang’s been in existence for at least 23 (?) years, since I believe Hosea’s news article details him and Dutch breaking out of prison in Ohio in 1876. They found Arthur in 1877. Hosea had Bessie, and it sounds like Susan is also an OG. But that was that for a while, until they brought John into it in 1885. That changed things again, but I’d argue that the early days of the gang were very different. It was a small group: Dutch, Hosea, Bessie as Team Mom, Susan leaving her role as Dutch’s lover and becoming Team Spinster Aunt, Dutch’s current lover in any given year, Arthur growing into manhood and his role as Annoyed Older Brother, and John as Little Brother. That small core family of two kids, two dads, one mom and one aunt (though Bessie sounds to have died before the gang really exploded in size) and one revolving-door girlfriend, seems to have been a fairly set dynamic until c. 1892 or 1893. It sounds to have been fairly stable, tight-knit, warm and affectionate. I suspect Arthur’s anxiety settled down when he saw that he’d always be treated and respected as the eldest son, and he and John were actually pretty close until John fucked up with Abigail. The closest that anyone came to leaving was Arthur riding off for a few days every couple of months to go see Eliza and Isaac. This also sounds like the best days of the gang in terms of charity—that article from the bank robbery from the mid-late 1880s that’s clearly Dutch, Hosea, and Arthur happened, and they promptly went and were handing out money to the local poor people and basically being giddy Robin Hoods. Arthur remembers when they used to help people. These were the good days. So in 1892/1893 you have Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, John, Susan, and Dutch’s Current Girlfriend (though I suspect nobody counts her that much since she’s prone to changing every couple of years). I think Bessie is dead by this point since Hosea makes it sound like it happened before most of the gang members were there. So we’ll say this gang is effectively five people, with one more loosely attached honorary member. Suddenly the gang population explodes. It sounds like everyone else joined in the last six years prior to RDR2, probably many in the last two to three. From Pearson’s pic of the stagecoach likely in 1895, given Abigail holding baby Jack, they had Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, Abigail, Susan, John, Pearson, and Bill, and we know Javier was part of it, Tilly sounds to have been. That’s ten right there, maybe more.And I think that swapped the dynamic for Dutch too. Suddenly they’re acquiring every stray, lost soul, and orphan in their path. He’s not just the fond patriarch of a tight-knit family, he’s got to be the leader, the prophet, the Messiah of a Goddamned movement. And I think that exacerbates his narcissism. He has more people to look after, and more people to hold in his sway. His personality becomes bigger. His rhetoric and his plans become more grandiose. He becomes more of the fire-and-brimstone street preacher. The gang becomes less charitable, more insular, more we take care of our own first, because they’re becoming far more dangerously visible with the need to take care of ten, fifteen, twenty people, and the more constant stream of risk and crimes that comes with it. The population explosion pretty much doomed the gang, I think, because it pushed Dutch’s narcissism to deadly levels, and forced them to start taking on bigger and riskier crimes on a more regular basis. By 1896 the clock was probably already ticking down, and the pressure of the next few years ratcheted that up until it finally explodes in the Blackwater Massacre and everything that happens after. So to backtrack: I think the Dutch that Hosea, Bessie, Susan, Arthur, and John knew from c. 1876 to 1893 was a proto-narcissist who would have looked out for ol’ Number 1 when pressed hard, yes, but the situation and dynamic they had was a lot more forgiving and brought out Dutch’s idealism, affection, and the like rather than his worst traits. When the gang started getting bigger, he had more people to hold there, and more risk to keep it all together, the manipulation and grooming and gaslighting ratcheted up too because things had already subtly transformed and started to turn. You can see some of it in Chapters 1-4 with things like him insisting Arthur will betray him and telling Hosea he needs FAITH NOT DOUBTERS but yeah, it’s really Chapters 5 and 6 that show it. Missing Hosea’s restraint and with Arthur as the son being unable to take the role of the brother, and with the likelihood of Traumatic Brain Injury/TBI to boot, there was no other way it could have ended, because those were the final nails in the coffin. But I don’t think it was all Hosea and TBI. The seeds of everyone’s destruction were there long, long before. I don’t think Dutch is this cynical mastermind and that everything is a deliberate act, mind. Both those who say that Dutch changed (Sadie, Charles) and those who say he became who he always was (John, Arthur) are right. He changed and became his true and worst self, and I’m not sure even he fully realized how much he’d been keeping at bay in a far more forgiving situation that let him be his best self.

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