Neopets discourse is always funny to me because whenever drama starts up 90% of the time it's over something that's just objectively really silly
For example, right now there's neo-billionaires threatening to quit the site over a rare item being released, which wouldn't be funny except the item in question is a tiny pea wearing a Santa hat
The Ward had made a mistake. Had stolen something that had caused the very Skies to lash out, entire worlds at risk from their actions.
Time Itself shrieked in rage at the loss of Its child, or at least that's how every magic user- and the speedsters, pale and shaken and looking sick- had described it.
Someone had taken the young prince of the Infinite, and it was not the Tyrant King, long since sealed away, that lead the charge, but the Queen Regent that many had long since forgotten.
Many forgot that it was not the Dark who courted Time, but Time who courted the Dark. That It was just, if not more so, merciless as Its partner, and would Devour worlds should Its child- still with newdeath soft scales- was not returned.
Which meant that for the heroes, there was now a Clock ticking down ever so quietly. They had to take care of what was a government branch, had to deal with consequences of going over the law, or their World would End in dragon fire.
There's something to the picture that all this season and the release of the first three seasons' scripts have painted of Logan and Caroline's divorce not as one of maternal abandonment, but one of maternal dislocation and suffocating abuse that's ruining me right now.
The way Caroline tried to take her children and flee in the dead of the night to Morocco, the way Logan took meetings with every worth-its-salt law firm in the city to cut off Caroline's access to them, wielding the legal system like an axe to an umbilical cord, the way Caroline's one recourse was to try and keep their position in the company, to keep them with something even if she gave it away later as they rejected her in adulthood. The way she stayed for their adolescence in New York even as Logan froze her out, the way she had to bargain for Christmas even in their adulthood, the way she sat in the pews with the rest of the women Logan loved and hurt and discarded while her children cried, with no tools or ability to comfort them, the way she sat as her son wrote her out of her own motherhood as he gave their father sole credit in creating them, stood opposite her daughter as she told her she wouldn't see it, i'm just gonna do it the family way like it was on Caroline and not their father, that she never got to see them.
Something about the way it feels like Logan trained them how to bark at her scent, to make sure she stayed away from the door.
When Tyler and I lived in Philly a neighbor down the street had a bright pink statue in their front yard which was part woman part flamingo. We called her Flamingo Lady and obviously became obsessed with her. Every time we drove by, we looked for her and pointed her out. Whenever friends visited, we'd say "Oh, have you seen Flamingo Lady? You have to see Flamingo Lady," and we would drive by very slowly so they could admire her. In all the years we lived there, we never once saw Flamingo Lady's patron. One day, we drove by and saw that she had clearly been hit by a car. She was crooked and one of her freakish arms had broken off. Then the next week she'd been fixed, but still we knew then that even Flamingo Lady was not invincible. Neither of us live in that apartment anymore, but every now and then Tyler will text me an important Flamingo Lady update, letting me know she is, for now, still looming over the neighborhood in all her garish cryptid glory.
Here she is in various seasons:
This was the first picture/video I took with my current phone:
Guys! You'll never believe what just happened... (or maybe you will)
So I was about to propose to @mrazfellco but then he said "hold that thought!" because he had a magic trick he wanted to show me.
At first, I was annoyed because, you know, he interrupted me when I was about to pour my heart out to him--especially when he pulled a turnip out of his top hat. I'm telling you guys, I was about ready to shoot lightning.
But then...do you know what this angel did? This angel turned the turnip into an engagement ring!
He was proposing to me! Hear that everyone? Aziraphale was proposing to me!
best. magic. trick. EVER.
And I said YES! Course I said yes.
Sure, I had a little malfunction first, due to the shock.
But I got over it, quick as anything, and said yes.
Then, @mrazfellco asked me what I originally wanted to talk about, since I did tell him I had something important to ask him--which I'd almost forgotten about in all my surprise and excitement at him proposing to me (still can't believe it, honestly)
Almost. (I could never completely forget about #my proposal to aziraphale. it's all I've been thinking about for the past two thousand years normal human lifespan)
So, I got down on one knee, showed him the rings I've been working so hard on the last few weeks, and asked my question.
And he said:
...then I may have malfunctioned again. And started crying.