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[STORY] Call Me Fang - Chapter 1: Perish the thought

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Might as well put some stuff on my blog, ammirite gamers?

Besides, my tumblr is my shame zone, and this stuff still has my head reeling.

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ORIGINAL:

I've been working on a retooling and restructuring of this. There's now two parallel things.

I should just draw some more. It beats the heck out of this planning.

I feel like I'm learning a lot, and it sucks and is tiring and more. Anyway, the core ideas have solidified. As in, I found the plot, the idea is set, what this IS is set in stone, and it's a story I think has at least some merit being told. However big or small that may be. At this point, however, finishing it is more of a 'prove it to myself' than something I want to do. If I seriously consider myself a writer, this is a thing that's gotta happen. What I want to do is something else. And will forever change. It is the way. To finish what you don't want, and learn, and refine, that's the ouch zone.

The parallel thing will be uploaded too. Because I like working on it.

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Regrets are a poor cleaning agent. But mistakes were made.

The last thing I remember is jumping in front of two bright headlights, on a miserable, cold, rainy evening. Further details elude me. Just me standing on the sidewalk, before I dart forwards, turn my head, and overbearing yellow beams blind me.

Then this lightness, a brightness, a tightness.

Such a stark difference from the obsidian towers with topaz pockmarks and endless clouds.

I have never been so acutely aware of my fleshy form before.

A searing wave crashing over, and I feel nothing.

I didn’t think myself capable of such reckless behavior. For all my flaws, throwing my life into the hands of fate has never been my style. My motivation must’ve been something fierce. If only I could remember.

No doubts over what must’ve happened.

Yet, despite the odds. I am alive.

I am sore all over, the sun is blasting me with heat, and the outfit I am wearing is both tighter than I’d like, and definitely a dark color. It’s soaking in those rays. Hell is a strange place, apparently, and opening my eyes only deepens the mysteries of hell.

I have a giant schnozz. My first question would be how one eats with this thing.

The second, if it is a standard feature.

The third, is if this belongs to someone else.

This is not my body.

Naturally, neither is the room. The place is well appointed. My leg, the only part still on the bed I seem to have fallen out of, confirms it is a comfortable bed. The blanket, half-wrapped around me, is light and nice. A giant TV is set into a closet, there’s paraphernalia and more. Mostly music posters, a string or two of polaroids, two guitars and more. I see make-up articles and the sense of repulsion, of not belonging, dawns on me.

I have invaded.

Did I, though?

With a grunt and a raise I position my head in an elevated position as to better survey the disaster zone the original inhabitant calls a room. There are clothes everywhere. I’m pretty sure that’s a half eaten sandwich, sans plate, on a wooden table. And at least two empty bowls.

It’s still better than my place.

The mirror is a good place to get a look at the meat puppet I am renting. It’s white? Maybe a very pale grayish blue? Feathers. Funky horn thing. Wings? Historically accurate pterodactyl?

Historically accurate PUNK pterodactyl, judging by the choice in clothing.

I match one of the ladies in the pictures.

Assuming they are ladies. I am unfamiliar with these species and their gender markers, or whatever similar designs exist here.

Some of my artisanal touch finally fades.

Exhausting my usual wordiness is a blessing. It is a time for thinking fast.

“Judging by the trees outside, wearing black is asking the sun for a scorching. Who am I to talk? I wore all black all summer! And what of you, oh, mirror maiden? Shan’t thou speaketh the name of thyself freely?” I poke the mirror, seeing the manicured claws. I examine them closer, which is when I hear sounds. An alarm is going off?

The alarm goes off at exactly 8 AM. The alarm being the soothing morning jingle of the 8 AM Pangea News. The humble tones of professional presenters make it clear nothing much has happened. The black and orange creature under the bedsheets lets off a short groan, and peeks out from under the sheets. The curtains kept out most of the sunlight, giving the place a spectral ambiance.

With a second groan, he’d get himself out of bed, adding a few solid stretches. Curtains were pulled aside, the sun let in. Since the room was on the south side, the sun never shone in directly, thus only allowing in the indirect light. It kept the place nice and cool, even in these hot summer months.

Actually, it’s winter, despite everyone calling it ‘Summer Break’.

And it’s hot all year round. Perks of the tropics.

The dark colored dinosaur hoisted himself into the laid out attire. Before being worn, it was folded onto top of his desk, jacket hung over the backrest of the desk chair. His hands would slide across the crest on his head and chin, to make the tiny adjustments to help his look come together. Without the ostentatious jacket, he’d definitely have a solid ‘business chic’ look. With the jacket, he looked far more casual, as a barrage of watermelon print tends to do to most articles of clothing.

Just how he liked it. Formal. But approachable. And icebreaker in the flesh.

“Looking good, triple president. It might be Fang’s senior year, but it’s my year to set new heights!” He winks at his reflection and does one final touch up on his crest. His hair was trimmed to the roots, only the faint discoloration remained. As such, his crest had to do all the heavy lifting to make his face pop. Together with his orange irises, there was this flow to it.

Even if he’s been told he looks like some cheap glow-in-the-dark toy in dark rooms.

Humming a quiet tune to himself, he hoisted up a large bag of various booklets, pens and other stationery. Each in vivid colors and flags, a melting pot of choice. The cotton bag had been meticulously packed to insure its contents remained wrinkle free during transport.

The tip of his shoe was briefly lifted to double check its polished sheen, before he considered himself truly ready. One final breath…

BZZZZ

His orange claws scooped up the phone on his desk, snug in its shimmering gold casing.

Nobody could dissuade him from the bold choice of color.

# Naomi

> Nm: “Ready to inspect your new office, Mr. President?”

> Ns: “Considering my other engagements, I’m more of a triple president.”

> Nm: “So you’re sticking to it?” > Nm: “I mean, I get why, but you are at a serious risk of spreading yourself thin.”

> Nm: “Class president”

> Nm: “Head of the debate team”

> Ns: “With Fang at most doing the band thing, I might as well do extracurriculars for two.”

> Nm: “President of the Student Life Association”

> Nm: “Member of the Young Leaders League.” > Nm: “And a writer for the school newspaper.” > Ns: “AND volunteer at Pangea Tomorrow.” > Nm: “My point is, maybe scale it back. You’re going to drown in senior year if you have that AND finals.”

> Ns: “Look at that, I’m not a senior this year. Works out perfectly.”

> Nm: “Say ‘hi’ to Fang for me!” > Nm: “So, are we meeting at school or will you pick me up?” > Ns: “I’ll pick you up.”

> Ns: “First, I gotta make sure Fang is alive and breathing. Wouldn’t want them blaming me for the hangover.”

> Ns: “And deliver your greetings to them.”

> Nm: “So responsible, Mr. Triple President.”

> Ns: “Tripresident.”

Fang had spent his morning in a straightforward way. On a whim, he decided to clean up the place, a whim guided by the thought that cleaning up can only be educational and emotionally encouraging. Take a mind off, recenter, focus. Do something useful. And cleaning is inoffensive, nobody can complain you cleaned up but a stickler.

Before that, he gazed off the balcony, and spent a few minutes pinching and poking himself to be certain this world was real. The view was nice: the morning sun, distant beaches, lovely buildings with a distinct ‘overgrown plantlife’ aesthetic. Just soak in a bit, suppress the rising nerves, and form a mental wellness plan.

Then, he’d begin cleaning up the room, if only so those knee high boots wouldn’t flatten something valuable.

Fang put his hands firmly on his sides. A few articles of clothes had been rounded up from the floor and folded up, the bed itself was tidied as well. Pillows in place, sheets pulled taut. The strings of polaroids were examined closely for clues. The room breathed an unnatural tidiness, and a second inspection left the deducing detective to conclusions.

“And this is the phone.” He mused, gazing upon the slab in their hands. Found it in the obvious place: on the bed itself, teetering near the edge. “About as modern as mine. Definitely nicer though. That pretty much goes for everything. Ironic I’d be the one feeling like a fossil.”

With a swift spin, he danced it around his fingers and turned it on. A bright stark moon on a pitch black background greeted him. Judgment: ‘A touch tacky.’

“Huh, of course, pattern lock. Uh…”

His thumb idled, and traced the 3x3 pattern with a circle. He thought about how he might approach this lock, and pick it too. With his face grimacing many directions, he decided a bit of an unusual solution. Made sense in his head.

He put his thumb in various starting positions and swept it around, trying to find a path of least resistance. He’d quickly draw the phone and let his thumb do the thinking.

Against the odds, the borrowed thumb complied, drawing the arcane sigil of unlocking with just a little bit of prompting. Once learned, it would be possible to master the specifics, as with any spell.

“Muscle memory? Hm.”

A brief smirk as he realized that saved him the awkwardness of learning to tie the laces of these big boots. That muscle memory should be easy to find, surely. As the homescreen welcomed him, he simply stared. A sudden, harsh realization paralyzed the thumb until the impatient device locked itself back up again. The sigil was redrawn, yet once more a paralysis kept him from actually doing anything meaningful. As if struck by a defensive ward.

Icons for various apps, nature and purpose unknown. But that uncertainty wasn’t the issue. Instead that deep, underlying worry of digging a bit too deep. Poking in heads not his own. A violation that cannot be taken back, and he had condemned in the past. On top of the fact he often referred to people as ‘cyborgs with how much a phone does for you nowadays.’

‘Okay, maybe do more… inventory? Hair might be dyed? Pictures imply red, but that’s just as much a dyeable color. Pale colors next to phantasmagoric dinos implies whatever their equivalent of ginger is. Choice of attire is fine by me. A little too fine. Very overlapping. In fact, I cannot help but wonder if I am myself, in another world. In terms of taste. If anything that makes the situation MORE awkward, doesn’t it? I’d hate to have to explain myself to myself.’

The silver haired witch gazed in the mirror, seeing only himself. “God, I am going to choke on these new vocal cords. What AM I supposed to sound like? Sharp? Gruff? And why does this body look more ass-kicking than me? The irony is getting me.”

Suddenly, the silver one perked up, and noted a sound coming down the hallway. Footsteps. Standing at the foot of the bed, thoughts began to race. Time slowed to a crawl. The phone slipped out from his fingers.

It fell like a snowflake, gentle as a leaf. There was a lot to consider.

‘Oh that can’t be good.’

‘Husband? Parents? Wait… wife?’

‘What day is it? Phone said sunny weather, didn’t check the…’

‘What voice to…’

His hand swooped down, catching the phone, which had only descended an inch. Eyes unable to remove their laser focus from the door. His heart pounded. Stiff as a board, unable to properly breathe without the tension on his ribs pushing against it.

The top did not help.

‘This is how I die, right? Shotgun blasted for home invasion? Body invasion? Does body invasion, like manslaughter, have a lessened penalty for lack of intent or willing participation? I doubt they’ll care about the nuances. Could they even tell? Will they even care? How shotgun resistant am I like this?’

Then he heard someone bop lightly against the door, followed by the metal ‘tink’ of a zipper. It sent paralyzing chills down his spine.

The irony that Fang - of all people - had the east facing room, catching the first rays of dawn, had never escaped anyone. It made sense, from a historical point of view. The master bedroom had used the extra space of the west protrusion to be lavish, giving the parents all the room they needed. And you’d want your firstborn near, so you use the closest bedroom, leaving Naser with the room at the end of the hall. Nobody could know Fang was a big fan of sleeping in for hours on end at that point. This also meant that the morning person walked right past the not-morning person every day. And that was a fact he fully exploited, for the tiny amusements it tended to bring.

Naser pushed up against the white door and thought for a moment to himself. He listened in, making sure Fang was alive and well, and not groaning over whatever got them in a slump last night. Only once he knew for sure what he was dealing with, did he push his way in.

From the dark hallway to the bright room, where the sun does shine. Instantly confronted by the absence of the usual mess. It almost broke his stride as he took his half-step inwards.

“Good morning on the last day before the first day of the last year.” To his surprise, Fang was frozen, looking him dead in the eyes. Like a bull beetle in the headlights. “Naomi says ‘hi,’ by the way. Uhm. Are you alright? Your room is clean and you look frozen… would the TV remote unpause the mind control chip?”

Naser’s statements lost cohesion as he tried to fill dead space. He wasn’t used to not getting immediately slammed for intruding like this, let alone stared down like a slab of meat. Seconds to minutes.

“Just doing… last day before the first day of the last year cleaning. Tidy room, tidy mind.” Fang finally unfroze, hands coming together. Folded arms, casual pose, facing him directly. Quite stand-offish. Creating an aura of impatience. Naser took it as good news, and put on a big smile. He let go of the door and leaned himself against the doorframe, not unlike an adult trying to connect with the kids. “Well isn’t that a lovely forward thinking mentality. See, my Triple Presidency is already affecting people with its leaderly aura.”

“I will surely be inspired to triple my efforts, oh lord commander president.”

“Technically I’m only really president tomorrow, once the summer vacation ends. Still have the keys, though!” He winked.

The response was terse and unamused: “Gotcha.”

“As I said, Naomi says ‘hi’ and all. More importantly, I’ll be out of the house. In case you didn’t hear me yesterday when you zombied your way to bed. School needs tending to.” “You’re… spending your last day of summer break at school? That’s some high level nerd stuff you’re up to, buddy.”

“Come on, Fang, a triple president sets a triple high!”

“Triple high sounds like huffing an overstuffed blunt.”

“Ahum.” He cleared his throat, and took a deep breath. “Seriously. It’s important work! Making sure everything is set to go for tomorrow’s big announcements, and the rush of juniors and forgetful seniors.”

“Is that why you’re carrying a giant duffle bag of money?” “Not money. Stationery! You’d be surprised how many people forget pens, papers and more. And before you even say it, no, Fang, we’re not replacing them with computers this year either.”

“At this rate you should just run the entire school.” They replied, eyes rolling. “Nerdzilla has the chops for it.” Fang regretted his posturing, as he was going what he considered ‘off script.’ However, being snarky, sassy and quipy was so deeply ingrained into his manners, all he could do was curse every time it happened.

“Har-har. You’re free to spend your last day thinking up cute nicknames. Just don’t burn the house down, and don’t eat the entire meal without me. And clear your throat, you sound so deep and groggy today.”

Fang rolled their eyes once more, just to get the rust off. Naser took his leave, snickering along the way. Then, his gentle voice called out from the hall.

“Oh, mom and dad called last night. Something about a big ‘hoopla,’ as dad calls it, requiring them to stay on Isla Nublar a bit longer than they expected.” “Really now?” Fang grinned, as that was a lucky break, if anything.

“You know how it goes. Expect it to take another month. So if you see Amal bringing groceries, say ‘hi’, but don’t give him the one I just gave from Naomi. Regifting is Tacky!”

Naser finally left Fang alone, closing the door on his way out. Fang took a deep breath, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and let off a low, frustrated grumble. With a sigh befitting the situation, he turned around, and thought.

“What a handful. Nice guy, though. I might have to glue my mouth shut if I don’t stop commenting on things. This was way easier when work and private life were separate.”

After some time of milling over the politeness of this brother figure, he turned himself over to the whims of his body. Hunger. Grabbing the guitars with him, as well as the phone. Along the way, learning the correct pronouns, and the name of this figure through one of the polaroids. And those of a few apparent friends. Things were coming together, sort of. He tried to be optimistic, though his mind refused to veer too far from wanting a quick and dirty solution.

His very presence felt like he was contaminating a timeline. Relaxing and calming as the atmosphere was.

Items in hand, he went down the stairs, and heard the car outside pull away. ‘Good,’ he thought as he explored the halls and saw a kitchen area ahead, ‘means I get to eat in peace.’

As he entered the kitchen, he thought about what to get. Simplest idea was to just throw bread together with some cheese and call it a meal. Provided such ingredients existed. Thus, time to crack the fridge. They did, but that very brief flash of uncertainty was the kind of low-risk anxiety he needed to establish perspective.

‘Giving it some thought.’

‘I might be allergic to lactose?’

‘Would they buy cheese if someone was allergic?’

‘I guess I’ll die then.’

Though there was a chance, and he had grumbled about it, he refused to change clothes. Even if he wasn’t completely sure he liked it. He had more pressing things to worry about, and the thought of looking through someone’s wardrobe to workshop a look was too much. No. Instruments, bags, phones and digging for personal dirt, that’s the way.

A cheesy bite was prepared, a stool at the counter was pulled away, and he looked over the place. Fancy. Large fridge, induction cooking, high end oven and microwave. Glass sliding doors to the finely cut grass yard with tastefully overgrown picket fence. The tiles on the floor were clean, the table tidy. It felt familiar, yet alien. Unlike his sandwich. The square, brown bread felt like it had come on this journey with him.

‘Shitty spy dies forgetting his cover story is allergic to cheese. More like, didn’t research his cover story until after insertion.’ He amused himself with a string of thoughts, each interrupting the last. His twitching fingers equally refused to stop, as if sitting still would make him visible to the looming monster of existential dread, and let it get a bead on him.

To silence the growing realizations, he shoved the cheese sandwich into his beak. Eating is a thing with a maw that long. He was already mulling over the wings and tail, and how they might cause trouble. Once more, he echoed the importance of baby steps. And enjoying good cheese.

Having survived the lactose lacerations, his attention turned to the phone. It was a veritable treasure trove of personal information. Most people are cyborgs nowadays, with phones like these, so it's pretty close to mind reading. And for the more respectful of privacy, it can be a treasure trove of worldly insights.

‘Come on. Just. TURN IT ON AND LOOK.’

His mind was willing, yet his body refused. His thumb just hovered over the screen, which turned off. Then he turned it on again, and hovered anew. The moon wallpaper taunted him, as did the line of notification icons begging someone to finally heed their calls.

Only by chowing down on another bite of cheese could his body be overpowered and overruled. With a swift swipe, the notifications were deployed. A lot of instant messages required attention, as did a few emails and… media playing apps of some description. An auto-playing playlist had halted due to ‘inactivity’. Also, the battery was running dry, he made a note to sort that out later.

“Okay. Just don’t… snoop too far. Just the recent stuff that matters. Names, faces, places. Let’s see. ‘Dinogang’ has very minimal stuff. Just appears to be “Stella” and “Sage” bemoaning the weather and home situations. Uh… “Ya ever hear about WORM DRAMA?” has nothing since… wow. A month. That’s probably most of whatever summer vacation that dork was about.”

‘Government sponsored fursona avatars. Only way to explain how everyone has cute pfps.’

He squinted.

‘What is this Reed guy on about? “I’m vanishing off the planet, my homeworld needs me”? Uh. This planet has connections to aliens? Dude, is anyone around to yell at Fang? Naser’s only talking about dinner and basic school stuff. That said, being boring is probably preferable. Easier to cheese.”

Then he noticed LJ. The most contact there, quite an extensive conversation even. A few musical files had been uploaded, some so recent the (still open) MIDI-mixing app had them loaded in upon activation.

Naturally, he is not above the obvious curiosity.

Tap.

The slab produced a rather interesting sound. With distinct vocals that sounded… familiar. He decided to assume this was him/them/it judging by the date and all.

‘This… sounds like me? Or her. Them? Whoever. There’s overlap. I guess I can sing now? I mean, I sing a lot anyway, I just sucked like a vacuum cleaner.’

# LJ

> L: “If you want this gig, you all will have to play something new.” > L: “Nothing from the other hundred auditions, OK?”

> L: “Just trying to help.”

> F: :ok::pray::music:

> L: “K”

> L: “Send me the song Monday morning.”

‘So. LJ. Who the hell are they? Some kind of friend? Insider? Sending all kinds of tracks. Last thing appears to be that demo. It’s not bad…’

Fang stared ahead. A half-finished sandwich remained. And somehow, his stomach just locked up. It was too late. The endless information barrage had begun to settle like snow, solidifying into a smothering blanket. A suffocating truth that turned his very existence into an objectively bad thing.

‘...And it will never be finished. Not as intended.’

The invading inhabitant tapped his fingers across the counter. Harsh, stark light replaced with ambient blues as the daylight shifted. Bread drying in the rays that remained. His mind bounced every which way, desperate to close the box now opened.

“Existential dread and young cheese. Quite a breakfast for a budding dimensional traveler. Quaaaantum… LEAP!” He tried to create levity, swinging the limp bread around, cheese flapping like a mute tongue. “Let’s just pretend, and set this out: this will fix itself in a few days. A gross transgression of reality shall not stand for long, and I am quite the mistake to begin with. Hear me, oh universe, I will mock thee until my support ticket be resolved.” When the universe was as silent as his sandwich, he grumbled. The bread felt drier than before, and the beak was uncomfortable to eat around. Couldn’t imagine himself dealing with this long term.

‘Or not.’ That sinking, heavy, glob-like feeling of anxiety and dread grew in his chest. Knowing how close he might be to some kind of brink, he swerved again.

“I have no fucking clue what to do today. Apparently, it’s just me and… Naser in this house.”

His brow went down as he looked around the place. ‘Nice house at least.’

Quiet settled in.

His mind stopped producing any thoughts. Instead, sensory information became crisp and clear. Looking at his hands, he saw them vividly, and sighed. What DID he hoped for? The phone seemed to twinkle in the corner of his eyes.

“So, look through weeks of untold teen drama?”

The white witch tapped his claws against the table.

“I dunno, dude, the house is empty. The fuck else is there to do.”

His eye glanced through the opening in the wall. The hallway that connected the living room and kitchen and most of the house was, well, connected through a large, almost hemicircular entrance. It gave the rooms a very open, lively feel, and the sun’s light would bathe both areas through most of the day.

And it let him see the absurdly large flatscreen in the living room.

‘TV.’

‘And a piano. Instruments aplenty.’

“Can I play the piani? Or the geetar? Can I sing? Can I dance?”

As he chuckled, his eye noticed a remote control in the corner of his eye. “So rich they have the remote in the kitchen? Does it reach?” A single press reveals that it does. And with the size of the giant slab, it’s quite legible too. It appeared to be the news. The news means nothing to him, as there is no context to build upon. “Rich. Or maybe the standard of living here is just that high. Welp. I got 24 hours in a day like everyone else, time to read old texts, strum some strings and learn how to cope with newfound existentialism anxiety. First time someone’s gotta deal with not being valid.”

All words. Endless words. Break the silence, kill the thoughts.

His wrist flicked the TV back off. The final bite of sandwich devoured, the phone stuffed in a pocket and instruments in hand, he lowered himself down onto the couch. The U-shaped couch occupied much of the living room, left besides the doorless main entrance archway. Pleather. Soft. Windows on the other side let in the evening sun, but not right now, as it was still morning. The piano likely bathed in the evening light, making it easy to read sheet music. A lovely thing; it’s no grand piano, but the polished wooden surface said it all. It was loved.

Above the sofa was an arrangement of family pictures on shelves. A few larger framed images depicted births, marriages, the big events that warrant high fidelity imagery. The smaller pictures had proud brothers collecting awards, dads and doctorates (or so he assumed) and smaller events like visiting a theme park, or a young Naser adamantly resisting entering a dangerous looking rollercoaster at Fang’s insistence. A family was captured, even if they died tomorrow, their love and life echoed from behind the glass.

All of it bombarded Fang with a sense of unease. Everything was watching. Everything was judging. Fang, the body, may only appear in a few pictures, it was enough to unsettle. A background noise that could only worsen from exposure.

Strangely enough, the idea of being truly invalid. The novelty of it seemed to stave off the realization he might have to die again to right the wrongs. A certain mischievous playfulness began to bubble up.

On the couch, guitar in hand, he plucked idly at the strings. Something familiar boiled under the surface, eager to reveal itself. Almost as if the spirit was, where the soul was not. Or just a lingering desire to finish up that demo. Best he could tell, it just needed a cleaner version, the rest were rougher with dropped notes.

Or something.

‘Surely even I, with limited talents, can fake it with this much supportive effort? Maybe even have time for my own machinations.’ Was how he felt about it. The odds are: the neurons are still there.’

He just had to focus on whatever that muscle memory was that opened the phone earlier. Channel that inner haze and flow it to his fingertips. Take a deep breath. Close his eyes. Feel that energy deep within. That natural tendency. Sending a waving river of energy, until his fingers were light as feathers, drifting on a breeze, and claws and tips plucked the strings.

#GVH #goodbye volcano high #callmefang

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despair-sauce · 2 years

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Cartman and Kyle's Texts Part 11

Few minutes after Stan and Cartman enter the class, Kyle texts Cartman

#south park #south park kyman #kyman #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #cartman x kyle #kyle x cartman #they are 17 #Lovers quarrel ammirite??#dont you just love these two? because same #poor Kyle his one true love and best friend are higher than helium tanks #NAH POOR KENNY HE DIDN'T GET HIGH WITH HIM THATS honestly so sad #and dare i say poor Stan he's going to get a scolding later from Kyle :(#im not going to say poor Cartman because he knows hes a total tool

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waitingforminjae · 3 years

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#whew the insecurity is kicking my ass all the sudden lmao #god having bad tapes is so wild u never know what'll set them off #and have u feeling anxious and weird and like idk even I've been such a mess this weekend #like oh yeah I'm weird 💀#most ppl don't do that that's not normal 💀 I'm weird for doing that 💀#and feeling bad but also like u deserve to be called out on it but it's still kinda uncomfy to feel indirectly called out 😔#+ feeling like I'm lying when i say I'm trying to not do that anymore #even tho it's true #but failing at that sometimes = lying abt saying I'm trying for some reason 💀#idk I'm rambling #I'm just feeling very *flutters hands nervously* all the sudden #hella personal #also realizing ur acting like the kind of ppl u didn't think u were acting like #and also feeling like ur overreacting 😔 and being lame for being hurt by feeling all of this when no one was even talking abt me #in the first place. but what if they WERE.#anyway WHEW having low self-esteem and being paranoid u have a poor sense-of-self #so u obsessively analyze everything abt yourself from ur thoughts to ur feelings to ur reactions to overcompensate for it #ammirite?

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obsessivelollipoplalala · 3 years

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Submission

Hey there, long time no see!

I've been dipping in and out of Tumblr the last couple of weeks and have been keeping up with all your interesting discussions with anons (sorry, stalkerish I know, but I find it both insightful and entertaining.) I couldn't help but notice @just-a-poor-boy-queen posted about our good old friend on Instagram spouting her usual bullshit, only this time she apparently has proof that her claims are real from Lying Ass Jerkoff , sorry, Lesley Ann Jones' latest book. According to her, as you already know, she claims that Lesley denounces Jim and Freddie's relationship and Jim apparently confessed to her that he never loved Freddie, that he used him for fame, etc. etc.

Which is...very interesting. Because LAJ's biography, Bohemian Rhapsody, claims the exact opposite.

While I was out in town today, I visited my local bookstore and unintentionally stumbled across the book in the biography section. My first instinct was to ignore it - I know for a fact it's trash - but curiosity got the better of me and I ended up having a flip through.

First off, the amount of stuff she gets wrong is hilarious. Some of them were minute errors, others the average Queen fan could tell you is fake. I'm pretty sure she talked about Freddie taking Princess Diana out in drag and the party with the midgets carrying bowls of cocaine on their heads, which we know never happened. There was also a picture of Freddie and Mary (one where Freddie is leaning on Mary while she's smoking a cigarette,) that was captioned "the happy couple relaxing together," which made me laugh out loud because it was allegedly taken in 1975 when Freddie was dating David behind Mary's back. Relationship goals, ammirite?

And don't get me started on the Barbara stuff, I stg, LAJ seems low-key obsessed with her.

Anyway, I ended up skipping to the end where she talks about Jim; she does indeed claim that she stayed with him in Carlow (not sure what year,) and that she interviewed him while she was there. This is what she had to say:

On Jim's motivation for writing M&M: (Jones) "Jim Hutton later explained that it was anger, not money, that prompted him to write his memoir. He wanted the world to know the truth, and could see no other way."

(Jones) "There is no doubt that Jim, the bereft lover, embarked upon his selective 1994 biography with the intention of creating a tender tribute to an adored partner. This was blurred by a co-writer who dwelled more on sensational aspects of the relationship, as well as on intimate details of Freddie's final days."

(Jones) "Given Jim's Catholic background, and the fact that his mother was still alive when he published, it must have taken immense courage to write the book."

About the GL boys being erased by Jim Beach: (Jim) "I think Jim Beach was angry that my book ruined the myth of Freddie. All it did was return him to his original status of a human being. It told the truth. Beach wanted fans to believe that sweet Mary Austin was the love of Freddie's life, and what a great, tragic, romantic tale it all was."

(Jones) "Jim was consequently banished from the Queen camp." (She goes on to explain it's likely because everyone was grieving, but I don't buy it.)

(Jones) "Freddie's will raised countless questions, some of which would never be resolved." (I thought this was interesting, given that I've seen speculation that Freddie might have been influenced over what to put in his will before.)

On Dave Clark: (Jones) "The press reported that Dave Clark had said he was the only person in the bedroom when Freddie died. 'He was not the only person in the room,' Jim stated. 'But it was quoted all over the place.' The error must have been perturbed the sensitive and caring Clark, for on his birthday, Jim received a beautiful card from him. 'The inscription he wrote inside read "you were there.' " (Jim goes on to recount the exact same version of events written in Mercury & Me about Freddie's death. He speaks highly of Clark, saying he was brilliant when Freddie was ill and would sit with him for hours. Jim seems more angry at the press spreading lies than at Dave himself. I've seen people argue that Dave was the one spreading the rumours to the paper or he did nothing to refute them, but who knows, perhaps he was a victim of the tabloids too.)

Phoebe testifying to Jim's character: (Phoebe) "Those concerned have to live with themselves. Mary once said of Jim that he had 'a very vivid imagination.' I knew Jim a very long time, and never knew him to be anything other than totally honest. Jim's conscience, like mine, will always be clear." (Given how Phoebe now makes a point of saying that Jim "exaggerated" stuff in his book, I find this a tad hypocritical. Still, I appreciate him sticking up for Jim and saying that those who are trying to change Freddie's legacy will have to live with that on their conscience. Also, fuck you Mary, if you did say that about Jim.)

On Jim's love for Freddie: (Jones) "There are still times when I can be pottering around in the garden, and Freddie's facial expression when he died will come into my mind," he told me in Ireland, "I can blank out what happened consciously but not subconsciously. It is impossible to forget. I learned so much from him, not least a positive outlook. Freddie's attitude was always, 'But you can, don't you see? You can do it. Put your mind to it, you'll see what you can do' That was one of the loveliest things about him."

(Jones) "During the time I spent with Jim in picturesque County Carlow, there was no doubt that the love Jim claimed to have felt for Freddie was genuine. He was a warm and decent man who was content with his lot. He was eternally grateful, he told me, for having experienced the superstar lifestyle through Freddie."

(Jones) "Jim would never truly recover from the loss."

I took screenshots of all the quotes above, which I'm happy to submit if anyone is interested. I would love to have seen what else she said about Jim, but taking pictures of book pages in the middle of a shop isn't the best look, so I kept it brief.

So, overall, Lesley seems to have a very high opinion of Jim, and believed the love between he and Freddie was genuine. Which is quite surprising, given that she downplays all of Freddie's other relationships with men in favour of promoting his fictional "romance" with Miss Valentin. Of course, this could all be complete bullshit and she never met Jim at all, but if she is telling the truth for once in her life, then she's one of few biographers who was very much supportive of Jimercury.

As one of the anons correctly stated, we have two possible scenarios.

A) If crazy lady is telling the truth, and Jones does make all these negative claims about Jim in her new book, then she was either lying in Bohemian Rhapsody or she's lying now in her latest cash cow. In this scenario, she's a liar either way. But tell us something we don't know.

B) Crazy Lady is pretending to have read the book, or read it and was angry there was nothing bad about Jim, and is fabricating quotes to suit her anti-Jim agenda, knowing her thick-as-bricks followers will just take her word for it and not bother looking for evidence. This is the most likely scenario.

I know most people with a brain know not to trust the word of either of these women, but I thought it would be fun to dismantle some of Insta lady's claims regardless, in case there was anyone out there having doubts.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Hi there! It's good to see you again.

This...is a lot to think about lol. Since LAJ is such a liar, it's hard to believe she really sat down with Jim, or that most of what she said was from primary sources. However, it is strange that she spoke so highly of Jim given...everything else she's ever said lol. The quotes above do fit with what other people have said about Jim and Garden Lodge as a whole, though. It's very strange because it's either she decided to be factual with this, or lie about getting these quotes but decide to stick up for Jim, anyway. Weird, weird, weird.

It's really hard to know who's lying in the new book, LAJ or the hater lady. They're both so unreliable. It does seem too convenient that what LAJ supposedly says lines up with the hater lady rhetoric, but idk. Apparently LAJ blocked the hater lady on twitter, too lmao. So maybe it's the hater lady who's lying? But I can believe LAJ suddenly changing her tune, too.

I don't know. Thank you for sharing this information. I have more questions than answers now lol but still

#submission #queen #long post

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jarpadandjensens · 3 years

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How much are you loving Walker? Or are you just watching it for Jared? I am loving it a lot. Thanks for all your Walker gifs. They are beautiful❤️

Thank you anon 🥰 I started watching Walker for Jared, of course. I will support any roles he does.

I really enjoyed the first few eps, but now that we are 7 eps in I am getting addicted to the show itself. Things I thought were throw away lines and scenes in the first ep or two are being weaved through the story lines now.

Even though Walker is the centre, and the stories all revolve around him, the other cast members feel like real characters in their own right. Awesome cast. Love how Walker, already, is growing and learning, as a Ranger and a father.

Plot twists woohoo!! (*/ω＼*)

Walker started with the family drama, but every week there is more and more action scenes. It adds to the characters and story, not just thrown in there for shock value.

The thing I was least looking forward to was the teenage kids. Shows do this so badly, they are usually too old looking, and so one dimensional. Argh. August and Stella however, look their age, are belligerent, sweet, hurt, dorky, on their phones all the time, always sneaking off, drinking, testing boundaries, and being normal. They don't dress like they are posing for a catalogue either.

Micki and Walker are such a good team! They have such a good connection. The poor directors having to fit them both in frame. I had never seen Lindsay in a role before but she is so strong (and beautiful) And Trey, don't get me started ::heart eyes:: what a darling.

Haven't seen enough of Liam, and Brett yet, but i can't wait. I love how much Keegan adores Jared (●'◡'●)

The casting is a++, Jared always said he would love to cast a show, that he would be good at it. And wow, he is.

The fact that the show runner, and so many of the writers and directors are women (of all different ethnicities) is so so good to see.

Lastly, but not leastly, our Jared.

I could cry with how proud I am. Leading from the top. Showing how to be a humble, good guy by example. Making all the cast and crew happy and excited to come to work. The show giving him a script with long, layered dialogue. Running the gamut of emotions. Nailing the comedy, action, and of course, his fave, the drama.

The way even his stature is different to Sam.

Walker struts tall, hips swaying to his own beat. Points and smiles wide. Dad jokes, queso, dancing. Leads and learns.

Sam was always trying to be smaller, almost invisible, hands in pockets, introverted,bamf, studious, snarky sense of humour. Follows behind Dean.

Both characters have giant hearts and a desire to do the right thing. And look hot af. Also shirtless Walker AMMIRITE?

#Jared Padalecki #Walker #About Jared #jarededit #walkeredit #anon #replies #lipglosskaz #my posts #i had a lot to say haha

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hello!! i saw that your requests are open so,,, anyways, can you please make a hcs of kenma, kuroo and any other hq boys u like and their reaction when their s/o sends a video of them with i love you written on their cheeks? thank u and always take care!! ♡♡

this is so cute what🥺 almost went with Suna but decided on Tendou bc i just did something for him recently! & he deserves something like this tbh

Kenma, Kuroo, & Tendou when their s/o sends a surprise video with ‘i love you’ written on their cheeks

*****

Kenma

you don’t send it to him in when he’s in public which he is thankful for

you do, however, send it out of nowhere. no special occasion or anything, which makes it so much more special to him tbh

you guys are video chatting while playing minecraft or stardew valley if you’re like me (or another online game of your choice) and you pause yourself and say you’re going to the bathroom or smth and mute your mic

it’s not really a big deal, so he doesn’t think too much on it and just continues building his redstone mechanism or w/e

until he gets a notification from you

his first thought is that you ran out of toilet paper and he’s like why would you text me we’re not even in the same house-

but, that’s not what he sees. instead, it’s you in one of his hoodies that you stole

you painted your nose and drew cat whiskers, with ‘i love you’ as the top whisker on each cheek and two lines beneath so cute wth

he thinks so too

it’s a short and sweet message, but clearly something you put thought into

but-

achievement unlocked! you broke him

seriously, he stops breathing for the entire video

he’s an absolute blushing MESS currently pulling up his hoodie to cover his face. pulling the drawstrings and everything

direct affection like this always makes him flustered. always

which is why it’s so cute hehe

he’s not much for pda or anything so you take your chances where you get em

little did he know, you were hiding just off camera where you could see the whole thing and you are currently 🥺

you just hear your name in an exasperated groan from the call

“y/nnnnnn” muffled by his hoodie ofc

you’re smiling like an idiot bc✨mission accomplished✨

“hehehe did you like it?”

you still have the makeup on and his soul leaves his body

“why would you do that to me?”

“awww can’t you read?”

more blushy blushy

he wants to hug you or hold you so bad in that moment like it’s absolute torture

and next time he sees you, oh boy is he stuck to you like glue. good luck getting him off you ever

* * *

Kuroo

you decide to drop this on him while he’s en route to nationals. you weren’t able to come until the second day for school or work reasons, but you still wanted to show your support for your bf, esp for something so important to him!

you know he’s the type to keep his phone on dnd or airplane mode while he’s on long trips, as he prefers to sleep or read in peace

and you use this information to plan the perfect surprise! you send the video during his trip so he’ll see it when he’s going through notifications when he finally arrives

you tell/bribe Kenma to record his reaction for you too, which he may or may not do

your relationship with Kuroo has always been one of teasing and banter. for pet names you call each other ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ as easily as ‘dork’ or ‘dumbass’

so it’s very very amusing to him when you start the video with “hey dummy~” while you have ‘i love you’ written in red on one cheek and ‘Nekoma #1′ on the other

the moment he sees you this guy has the biggest stupidest grin on his face. not even in a smug or cocky way, just completely lovestruck

he’s doing that thing where he covers part of his face with his hand and shakes his head a little bc he finds you so adorable

the video is actually really sweet with you hoping he got to the inn safely and wishing him good luck, and promising him a special kiss if he wins so you can see him play the second day

talk about motivation ammirite ;)

and your surprise works; he’s totally caught off guard

by the end of the video the genuine grin definitely turned devious lol, and he’s not one to blush easily, but you definitely got him a lil bit

some of his teammates heard a very ominous giggle from their captain, and his expression is even more disturbing

no one who asks is allowed to see, you're for his eyes only, but he does brag about the wonderful video his s/o sent him

excuses himself immediately so he can facetime you

if you’re still wearing it he just starts laughing again, and try as he might he can’t stop smiling

says some stupid cocky playful line

“hey baby, you got something you wanna tell me?” or “looks like you can’t contain your love for me” smh

partially scolds you for trying to catch him off guard (in public)

“i love you too but you’ll regret that” etc

okay this mf is suggestive af fill in the rest

you better be looking forward to more than just a kiss when he sees you is all i’m saying

* * *

Tendou

happens at like 1-2am on a school night when you’re both texting memes back and forth bc you enable each other

and tbh you’re feeling a bit delirious,, like at this point you’re actually laughing irl at the stupidest things he sends and muttering to yourself

so once the idea pops into your head your impulse control may as well not exist

he doesn’t really notice your absence too much, just keeps sending da memes. in fact he’s spamming so much he doesn’t even notice what you do send LOL

so you’re sitting there like 👉👈 waiting for him to react,, until eventually you’re like: ‘hellooo?? did you see what i sent??’

LEAVES YOU ON READ LMAOO before a keyboard smash and then silence

bc he is freaking out

like Kenma’s, it’s a cute, sweet message where you’re just gushing about how much you love him

it’s a little rambly and your words are a bit slurred but that just makes it all the more endearing

“tendou~~ look i just love you so much i need the whole world to know!!” while pointing to your cheeks

poor bby is about to cry fr he's overwhelmed

he’s just watching it over and over again like🥺🥺🥺

and you’re back to waiting for a reaction and you’re starting to feel a little silly. you’d already accepted that he’d tease you over it but now you’re embarrassed--

but you know what? he sends his own video back, with 'i love you my angel!' haphazardly scribbled on his forehead

“y/n~~~” he’s totally mocking you “i can’t believe you love me so much you’re gonna make me cry~” doesn’t mention he already did a bit “i can’t believe i’ve been blessed with such an angel--”

he’s just going on and on until he hits the video size cap

congratulations you’ve absolutely ruined each other at 2am and you have a test tomorrow and he has morning practice

but do either of you care? no

he cannot stop smiling the next day he’s just glowing and is just all over you

and you didn’t realize you’d written in sharpie so there’s still a little bit visible that you tried and failed to hide with concealer

he’ll never let you live that down😌😘

*****

THIS REQUEST MADE ME SO SOFT WRITING IT JFC😭

#kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tendou satori #tendou satori x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu writing #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu imagine

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gorillageek27 · 4 years

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Lewd robyn and her golden fleece.

Jaune fucking fiona doggy style while robyn watches and fingers herself.

Robyn: how does she feel jaune? Her pussy is tighter than a beringal grip ammirite?

Jaune: fuck. Yes shes so tight!

Fiona: *incoherant sheep girl noises*

Robyn: i bet you wanna cum in her tight little faunus sheep pussy huh?

Jaune starts speeding up his thrust into the faunus.

Fiona: ah please cum inside me. Please

Robyn: you heard her jaune. This little sheep wants your love cream.

Jaune starts speedinh up as he finally reaches orgasm and cums in fiona.

Fiona: AAAAHHH!

Jaune pulls out

Robyn: aw poor little sheep.

Fiona: theres so much of it in me.

Robyn: come here little sheep.

Fiona crawls to robyn and snuggles on her side, robyn then see jaune about to leave

Robyn: hey where are you going

Jaune: uh this seems like more you moment

Robyn then smiles and shakes her head

Robyn: just get over here. Fiona want you to cuddle too. Right fiona

Fiona: mhmmm

Jaune thinks about it andn then figures why now? He goes to robyn and cuddles her other side

Robyn: ah my golden fleeces. While you're both here.

Robyn pulls her breast out of here bra and presents them to jaune and fiona

Robyn: well are you waiting for permission? Get to sucking

Jaune and fiona glance at each other, smile and proceed to a take a nipple into their mouths

Robyn: ah yes. Fuck. Suck that tit you dirty animals. Oh im gonna have such fun with you two.

The end

#rwby #jaune arc #robyn hill #fiona thyme #robyn's golden fleece

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The Liberator (2020)

I have been excited about this project since the very first hints about it were released, so in full disclosure I have to admit that I approached this with high hopes. I also have to disclose that – despite being a huge military history nerd and a fan of reading source material before adaptions are made – I have not had a chance to read The Liberator: One World War II Soldier's 500-Day Odyssey from the Beaches of Sicily to the Gates of Dachau by Alex Kershaw, so I cannot speak to how accurate anything is, nor can I comment on the quality of the original material either. Here are my thoughts on the visual choices, the characterizations and narrative structure, and the approach to diversity and representation.

The hybrid-animated style is something that I was a bit surprised by because even after watching the trailers that were released my poor grad-school-addled brain processed it as a marketing choice just for promo. Everything looked like a comic page done by an awesome colourist and it I was :O but also :D Since I love comics, especially those that use muted palettes and a realistic style, I think I adapted to watching something that didn’t look like every other war drama out there a lot faster than my parents, who were watching with me. Comics and war (and WWII in particular) have a fascinating and interconnected history, so although it is a unique way of styling the show it also fits it so well! At times I did find myself wanting to see the characters faces in a bit more detail but, in fact, closeups were better than farther shots. Facial ticks and micro expressions came through well in most scenes and I was impressed all over again with the work the animations teams must have done as well as by the voice work and performances by the actors. I’m so familiar with Bradley James’ face and movements that I was never worried about missing something in his performance because of the show’s visual aesthetics and I feel like all the other cast members were just as transparent to me despite having never had the pleasure of watching them before. Overall, the visual style of the series gave it a certain charm and I imagine it helped to mitigate effects costs on what I don’t THINK was a project with a big budget.

The story itself is one that I really enjoyed. The character Felix Sparks is such a central hero, and I can certainly see how he could come off as too good to be true. The same can be said for most of the characters, from Sergeant Sam Coldfoot’s tenacity and escape from death to the German soldiers who show mercy and do not shoot Sparks while collecting his dead and wounded men from the mountain. **[This in particular seemed odd to me since they were from an SS unit and those dudes were generally some of the nastiest Nazis to ever serve but maybe its from the book, idk. It also underlines the “ugh, officers, ammirite? Except you Sparks, you’re an okay guy” vibe that is so common for military dramas by showing that on both sides there are men who are just soldiers being soldiers. Similar to the events in Aschaffenburg and at Dachau, we are purposefully reminded that there are good and bad people on both sides]. I think that the heroic portrayals of the characters (while a tiny bit one-dimensional) mostly speak to what the real men must have been like. Or, perhaps more relevantly, to how they have been remembered. This is where I think the source material and how it is used becomes a big factor. Kershaw’s book uses historical research and interviews with Sparks, some of his men, and even some German soldiers. As I said, I have not read it but knowing his style a lot of the elements in the show that feel quite ‘all hail the conquering heroes’, or that are so focussed on the brotherhood of the unit, likely come from his narrative choices. I’m willing to believe that the members of the Thunderbirds were brave and caring men who did what was best for the outcome of the war and for each other, regardless of the personal cost or the expectations of the American military/society at large. We see some of their ‘faults’ in the series – something that is often only possible when it comes to accounts of small-unit fighting – and they are not actually perfect; it just happens to be that those faults have favourable outcomes or are mediated in the particular context of WWII, especially when we are looking back on them decades later. If the character’s representation largely reflects how they have been remembered it seems simplistic to forsake stories expressing awe and hope for daring to do so when the limitations or biases inherent to memory are also at fault. I believe it will always be important to tell the stories of individuals who inspire us to be better, which I think The Liberator does in a few different ways. All the same, having more time to dig deeper into the characters would have made them much more dynamic and would have been amazing.

On that note, it is important to be critical of how the ethnic/racial differences were addressed. The focus of the series narrows quite a bit by the end of the first episode to follow Sparks. I believe that the Kershaw book uses him as a primary interviewee, so that plays into it, but this is also where having the series be longer would have made a difference. Following a central character is a model of historical narrative that works and has worked for quite some time. It is essentially a safe bet for a project like this that I’m sure did not have the luxury of taking chances, but it didn’t allow for us to really dive into the other characters beyond what see of them through Sparks’ eyes. As the 2ndLt and later Captain of the battalion I think it’s fair to have a significant portion of the story told from his perspective or with him as a focal point because his position affords him the most information to share, but adding more variation of voices could have been so good! Instances of other characters talking about him in the series are great moments that give the other characters more ‘screen-time’ and also nicely back up the claims of brotherhood and togetherness that the overall story is making about the men. Having them speak about themselves too would have been even more awesome. The elements of simplification or Nationalism that can be felt when Sparks whips the men into shape and they become a fine fighting unit made up of usually segregated Native American/Indigenous, Mexican American, and white cowboy soldiers would be mediated by this more equal sharing of perspective. I have little doubt that the real men came together in an unexpected but inspirational way that discarded (most) of the prejudices that existed outside of their little bubble in order to fight a common enemy – at the very least their strategic accomplishments and survival would suggest as much. The portrayal of their coming-together would benefit from being a tad less contrived or solely laid on Sparks’ shoulders.

Overall, I really enjoyed the series and I hope more people watch it. It’s not perfect by any means but it does do a nice job of making a small but important chunk of history more accessible and it attempts to provide a realistic representation of events that border the unimaginable.

I would love to hear what anyone else thought of it.

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JULIA’S FICS MASTERLIST

so it’s my wifes ( @fredheads ) birthday and im a flop who doesnt have her birthday fic ready (it’ll be done... before the end of the month. absolutely should not take that long but thats the only definite timeline i have lmao) SO to celebrate, i think you all should read her fics and leave nice comments because it’s what she deserves :)

MULTI CHAPTER (unfinished)

She's The One (fem!fredsythe)

Just Like Heaven (fredsythe, alice - fred escapes the Sisters au)

talk about a dream, try to make it real (fredsythe, gladys - college au)

quiet mercy (fredsythe - the OG fred & the sisters of quiet mercy fic)

Papa (fred and artie exploration)

wanna be your backdoor man (fredsythe - h*rny neighbor antics)

With a Girl Like You (fred and gladys friendship)

all our costliest treasures (baby fredsythe at christmas julia i would like to see more... its your birthday i should not be requesting things my apologies)

but your kids are gonna love it (archie and jughead - back to the future au i never saw that movie so i cant say for sure but they do time travel so that checks out to me)

Riverdale High's Last Annual Father-Daughter Winter Fling (fred takes veronica to the father/daughter dance because hiram is in jail =/ )

i say the phrases that keep it all going (different takes of fred fp archie and jughead dying in each others arms julia where is the fredsythe one... just asking)

MULTI CHAPTER (finished [according to ao3])

wouldn't it be good (ensemble - everyones paired up and has to raise an egg)

love is like a heat wave (fredsythe summertime antics)

burnt toffee (halice - working at an icecream shop, falling in love, v cute)

if only in my dreams (penelope lies about having a boyfriend)

let nothing you dismay (alice cooper fixing christmas)

there's a blue light in my best friend's room (hal and fred bonding hour)

The Trials of Cheerleading (or, "Throwing In The Megaphone") (the parentdale bible just read it and forget anything else anyone [ras] has ever told you)

fred andrews adopts a gang (bet you cant tell what this is about)

from the rich to the poor they are mostly unkind (i think this is a sweet pea centric fic?? julia really has something for everyone but dont expect her to do this again)

fp's adventures in domesticity (fp taking care of the andrews household while fred recovers from getting blasted in the chest)

Oblivion (all the times fred has experienced god)

west of memphis (jarchie post 107 thats all i can tell you idk)

ONE SHOT

Wherever you go i'll be with you (fp and archie - a timeline after freds death)

that's as close as i'll get to loving you (fremary - fred asks mary out)

i'm only good at being bad, bad (gladys hating her deadbeat husband <3)

and all the miles in between (fp and tom on the bus to basic training)

excerpts from the same party (freds interactions...at a party... the title is pretty self explanatory but who doesnt love a party fic ammirite ladiez)

don't you know these days you pay for everything (fred, fp, mary - i remember this being fp playing wingman to get fred and mary together cuz he likes mary better than hermione.... read more to find out if im right)

tying faith between our teeth (fredsythe - au where fp goes to college and doesnt ruin his life)

and they were roommates (fredsythe - another college au)

The Construction Tree (jarchie - idk what this is about i dont read kid fics im sorry... but julias a bomb ass writer so im sure the jarchies will love it anyway)

flowers grow through cement (fred gaining weight and feeling insecure)

night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masquerade (HALLOWEEN FREDSYTHE BABYYYY!)

get me a prescription for that one perfect touch (fredsythe sick fic)

i don't know where else i can go (more hal and fred bonding hour)

everybody's got a hungry heart (fredsythe sexy time with food... that sounds weird.... listen either youre into it or youre not)

not so typical love song (fp and mary bonding hour)

all the redemption i can offer (fremary after the shooting... im pretty sure... listen i have a bad brain i cant remember things just read it)

Simply Irresistible (fred is a ho)

took the words (right out of my mouth) (four times fred and fp say ‘i love you’)

if you wanna get it done you gotta do it yourself (fp and mary loving fred... who is a ho)

people livin' in competition (more fp/fred/mary nonsense with fp gay pining what a good triangle i would have liked to seen it...)

buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight (mary works at youth crisis hotline and fred calls in)

that's what they say when we're together (halram post high school au)

a good old fashioned romance (hiram flaunting his wealth instead of displaying emotions)

you don't know what (you) got (fred has great friends even though hes a bit of a putz)

watch your weight (more fredsythe food shenanigans)

Valuable Lessons Learned On The Tilt-A-Whirl, or "Babe, You Ought To Quit This Scene Too" (alice hermione fred and fp go to the fair)

what once was (jughead and the andrews after freds shooting)

you must remember this (i have no recollection of what this is about but it sounds jughead centric)

takes guts to be gentle and kind (idk what this is either lmfao but i know julia saved moose and midge in it... idk midge but good for her [granted this also takes place after 202 so keep that in mind])

FP Jones and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad House Party (or, "Nothing Good Ever Happens At One Of These") (oh i remember this one.... mmmm. title tells you all really)

and so please help them with your youth ( ‘fred teaches archie to walk. archie returns the favor’)

andrews & son (more fred and archie post 201)

Blueberry Pie (fredsythe - my review of this fic is just me clutching my chest saying ‘oh god, oh fuck’)

never drill for oil on a city street (part 1 of mary working at a youth crisis hotline and fred calling in and i should put this above the other fic but like... you can figure out one and two on your own i believe in you)

The Perils of Faking Illness (or, “two times Fred Andrews faked sick to get out of class and one time he actually needed a hospital”) (read the title)

healing, in three parts (fred fp archie and jughead attempt a roadtrip)

all along the watchtower (#fredandrewsisriverdale)

guess that we were too much of the same kind (fred getting visitors in the hospital)

sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become (fred and alice bonding hour)

nice day for a white wedding (fredsythe hospital times babyyyy!)

The Unexpected Perks of Feminist Activism (or, "Fingertip Rules") (fred gets fucked in a skirt by fp thats all you need to know)

Any Way You Want It (reggie x moose idk what it is but if you like them here you go)

fun, fun, fun (till her daddy takes the t-bird away) (beach antics! freds a menace but fp loves him anyway...)

hands over the ears of my heart (fred and hermione share a bed but platonically)

the apocalypse comes sooner than you think (fredsythemione antics)

small as a world and large as alone (a series of drabbles about archie jughead and fred post 104)

do a good turn daily (archie x reggie post 103)

seven minutes in heaven (archie and reggie picked for 7 minutes in heaven)

tell me every terrible thing you ever did (archie drops jughead off after the pep rally)

#READ HER WORK!#riverdale fanfiction #idk why im bothering tagging this i doubt its gonna show up anywhere thanks to tumblrs rules but whatever

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myswtorchildren · 5 years

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OC Meme

So I stole found this on @cyrraluu‘s blog and I’m gonna do it for my Cipher Agent -currently on Yavin 4, fighting the bad, evil Revan- !!

Full name: Hethuch Hemach

Occupation: Cipher Agent in the Imperial Intelligence/well, a freelancer now

$ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure

✔ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying

✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (not sure if the Republic even has any records of him... but they would be major crimes lol)

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children : had a child or children / has no children / wants children / can’t have children

◑ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s)/ has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased (well he doesn’t know what happend to his sister, but he thinks of her as dead)

◔ Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable / raised by hired help (until around 10 years old when he was taken away and sold to another slaver)

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between (wouldn’t make a good agent if he wasn’t, ammirite?)

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between (you can’t be an agent and be empathetic at the same time)

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between

♦ loyal / disloyal / loyal unless their trust is betrayed (after what the empire did to him, ha gained a fair amount of trust issues. he’s working on it, but he can’t forgive easily.)

♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care (”I AM an alien, you uncultured swine.”)

✧ Religious : orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical : yes / no / kinda sometimes?

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / queer / undecided (is married currently to Kaliyo, but he knows it’s just not right - oh, but Theron!)

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / idk

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / idk

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic (you can’t deny Kaliyo asking you to drink)

☁ Smoking: trying to quit / quit / never / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs : never / quit / tried it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs : never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food : never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater (like saving the galaxy or something, you know?)

$ Splurge Spending : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently

♣ Gambling : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

#swtor #oc meme #oc heth

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pickingstars-blog1 · 7 years

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This isn't me trying to defend Ten from his actions, but Ten's treatment of Jackie (which, yes, was gross, as was his treatment of Mickey and Martha) can be compared to Twelve's awful treatment of Clara in series eight. He verbally brutalized Clara for a long stretch of episodes (and Danny, for that matter). Basically, the Doctor can be a huge dick in every incarnation. Nine and Eleven also had their gross moments. Hoping Thirteen moves away from the fold in that regard!

I absolutely agree RE Twelve in Series Eight. He was horrible to Clara. Horrible. However, I’d defend his attitude in this instance, because it does serve a narrative purpose, and Twelve is promptly called out by Clara, and the narrative, for his behaviour, and the development of their relationship throughot Eight and Nine is one of the most complicated, wonderfully written, wonderfully consistent, and wonderfully compelling dynamics in the show’s history. Twelve’s initial coldness is a vital component to this so yeah!

With Ten though, I never feel like his attitude problems are ever narrative deliberacy, instead they come across as writing idiosyncracy. The Jackie stuff in particular is indicative of a further issue with Classism in the show. I love Russell T Davies to bits, but he seemed to have a real real problem with this throughout his era of DW. (I mean Mickey’s name was originally meant to be Muggsy for goodness sake. Muggsy.) Poor Jackie starts her run on the show as a living, breathing, walking, talking working-class single-mum stereotype. One of her very first scenes literally shows her trying, to the audience’s amusement/second-hand embarassment, to seduce The Doctor. Because of course, all working-class middle-aged single mums are MAN-HUNGRY ammirite? Though she has some wonderful moments of character development, (”Is my daughter safe/10 seconds” in World War Three, practically all of Love and Monsters) she never quite breaks free of being the butt of the joke. Of being the man-hungry, money-hungry, desperate, middle-aged, working-class single mum. And doesn’t The Doctor love to make fun of her for that! Incidentally, Russell’s other mums, Francine Jones and Sylvia Noble, don’t fare much better, either being written as horrible people, or like Jackie, the butt of the joke. sometimes they are even both…

(Something I want to add is that despite this, RTD’s done a lot of good with Class issues, too. I think the Tyler family are groundbreaking conceptually. Where else do we have a working class family living in a flats in a London Councul Estate as lead protagonists in a mainstream sci-fi juggernaut?! Rose is a pivotal and revolutionary character in the history of sci-fi, whether people enjoy her character or not - I personally adore her, Series 4 notwithstanding!).

Thing is, I’m never quite clear what the Tenth Doctor’s character arc is trying to be. I haven’t watched his era from beginning to end in a few years so forgive me if the following is off the mark, but from what I remember, there’s some deconstruction about the deification of The Doctor which is nice, but not very consistent, and outside of that?? There’s…not very much at all, beyond “woe is me I’m so alone and my heart is broken”. His first episode sets him out as being a man of ruthlessness, a “no second chances”, bringing-down-the-government kind of a man. It is on him that The Master was able to run for election and win in Series Three. Ten, by proxy, causes the mass-suffering of the entire human race, all in his first episode. The problem? This is never, ever, addressed narratively. In The Last of the Time Lords, he is presented as our saviour. As our literal Jesus figure (don’t think those Lazarus symbolisms aren’t deliberate) he is reincarnated through the power of prayer. “He has saved your lives so many times” Martha tells us, but what about the times he’s destroyed them? What about that?!

There’s a story here about the Tenth Doctor’s arrogance that could have been an incredible character arc. For a moment in The Waters of Mars it looked like this might have come to fruitition. All those idiosyncracies, all those hypocracies, (”I Never Would!!!” The Doctor seethes, having just last episode attempted to massacre an entire spaceship full of Sontarans), all the horrible ways he’s treated Jackie, and Martha, and even Harriet Jones, would, as with the Twelfth Doctor, mean something. A tale of Hamartia, of Hubris. But suddenly we’re swept right back into a drowning in self-pity ‘look how great I am’ Tenth Doctor, in a ‘look how great he is’ two-part regeneration story that double-back flips at least fifty metres away from his character progression in the very last story:

The End of Time gives us Ten at his most arrogant, at his most haughty, but unlike in The Waters of Mars, we are asked to celebrate him this time. For??? Reasons….I guess…because damn it he could do so much more, right!!? So much more!! There are fleeting moments, Wilf’s “Don’t you dare put him before them” speech for example, in which we can see a more morally complex story shine through, but by the episode’s end, those moments are left clouded by “I don’t want to go” wasn’t-ten-so-selfless-and-amazing-please-stay-fuck-Matt-Smith hysteria.

Sorry this went off topic a tad….for the record, I agree about Thirteen. I think Chibs will be working very hard to make her a super popular, super likeable, super charming Doctor. Particularly because, as our first female Doctor, she’ll be held up to scrutiny, I think that’ll be one of the biggest priorities next series. (Also each Doctor is ultimately a creation and reflection of the actor portrayng them. Jodie is self-proclaimed feminist from Yorkshire so I’m pretty sure Thirteen will be utterly amazing purely on the basis of that!)

Thanks for your ask!

#ask #anon #ten #doctor who #sorry for those of you who love ten #he's just...really...not my cuppa tea #Anonymous

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